Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

If not my ex then her Mom(Smut)

“I’m going to spread you out and make you beg. Slowly. Thoroughly. I’m going to make you forget your own name while you moan mine.”

Her hand slipped to the back of my neck, holding me there. Firm. Grounded. Owned.

“I’ll take my time with you. Kiss every inch of that soft body like it’s mine,” she whispered, each word sinking straight through my skin. “And when you can’t take it anymore, when you’re shaking and desperate and soaked just from my voice —that’s when I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving.”

I whimpered—barely, embarrassingly.

She smiled wider.

“You want that, don’t you?” she purred. “You want me to ruin you so sweetly, you’ll never be able to look at her again without thinking about this.”

I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe.

I just nodded—helplessly.

Taylor leaned in and finally kissed me, slow and deep, like she had all night to unwrap me.

The car came to a stop in front of her house, but Taylor didn’t rush. She opened the door for me, her hand extended, and I took it, allowing her to pull me into the cool night air.

She didn’t let go of my hand.

Inside, the house was dim, inviting. It was warm, cozy, and every detail was meant to make me feel at ease—just like her.

"Water? Wine?" she asked, slipping out of her coat.

I shook my head. "I just want you."

Taylor’s eyes softened, and she stepped closer, her hands gently tracing the sides of my face, making me feel seen, cherished. "Then let me give you exactly what you need."

Her lips brushed mine, tender and slow, as she whispered against my skin, "Tonight, there’s no past. Just us."

Her hands guided me toward the bedroom, and I felt every step, every touch, grounding me in a way I’d never known before.

"Tonight, you’re mine," she whispered, her voice soft, loving, and full of promise.

Taylor picked me up and walked towards her bedroom.

My back touched the soft mattress and the woman hovered over me. Her blue eyes locked with mine before she leaned down.

Our lips brushed. And then suddenly, so suddenly.

She shoved her tongue into my mouth, french kissing me. I moaned into the kiss, her saliva mixing with mine as we layed ther heavily making out.

Taylor smiled and in less then a minute we were both naked. Her breast was perky, and every curve of her body was a piece of art.

"You're starring",  Taylor chuckled as she swayed her hips seductively. Immediately an embarrassing heat crept over my cheeks.

"Iam sorry I..", I stammered but Taylor cut me of with a laugh. "It's okay Babygirl, now lay back and spread your legs for mommy", she whispered seductively.

I did as she said. Taylor grapped a strap and slid it up her legs. When it was in the right position she crawled over me.

My heart was beating fast the moment she her lips came in contact with my neck. "Just relax and let mommy make you feel good", she whispered before licking over my neck.

Slowly my hands slid over her body, till I reached her ass. I started massaging her ass while Taylor continued her soft kisses all over my neck.

"Please Tay-", I moaned, my body craved Taylor in every way possible. "Nuh uh uh that's not my name, or do I have to punish you before we even started", Taylor groaned against my neck.

She was right under my earlobe with her lips. "No Mommy", I whispered, silently. Barely audible. "Louder I can't hear you"? She groaned.

"Mommy", I squeaked in embarrassment but Taylor seemed to like it. She rewarded me with a soft moan.

"Iam going to destroy you", she growled, her hips snapped and her cock was entering me. A suprised scream escaped my mouth as I felt her stretching me out.

Taylor started thrusting in a way I've never experienced. "Do you like that? Do you like getting destroyed by your Ex-Girlfriends Mom?" She growled with a low voice.

My body twitched underneath her, my legs were trembling more with every thrust.  "Yes Mommy", I screamed, my walls clenched adound her plastic cock and I could feel the knot building in my stomach.

"Iam close mommy", I whispered. Taylor smiled against my skin. "Then cum for mommy, let everyone hear who fucks you so good", she said, before connecting our lips again.

I came screaming her name. After several hours of love making we fell asleep.

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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. My head throbbed from the alcohol, and my body felt like it had been run through a storm. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling, trying to piece together the night.

I was still in bed, wrapped in the warmth of tangled sheets. My body felt strange—tingling, sore in places that should’ve been numb, but weren't. And as my mind tried to make sense of it all, the fog of last night started to lift.

Taylor.

Her scent was still heavy in the air. I turned to the side, finding her already awake, lying next to me, her eyes studying me with a knowing look. There was something almost playful in her gaze, like she was waiting for me to remember.

She stretched, a soft sound escaping her lips, and then her hand reached over, fingers brushing the side of my face. “Good morning,” she said softly, her voice still thick with the remnants of last night.

I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the confusion. “What… what happened?” My voice was hoarse, my mind still a little too foggy to connect the dots.

Taylor smiled, a small, knowing curve of her lips. “You don’t remember?” she asked, her fingers tracing a lazy line down my arm.

I shook my head, not sure how much of the night I could piece together.

“Don’t worry,” she said gently, leaning in close, her lips brushing my ear. “You were so good last night.”

My breath hitched at her words, but she wasn’t done.

“You screamed my name, Y/N,” she whispered, her voice dipping lower, soft but full of intention. “I made you forget everything else. I made you mine.”

I froze. The memory clicked—vague flashes of heat, of hands on skin, of her body pressed against mine, of a desperate need that I didn’t quite know how to control. Her words stirred something deep inside me, a mixture of arousal and regret.

My face flushed as I turned away from her, burying my face in the pillow for a moment to try to steady my thoughts. It was too much, too overwhelming.

Taylor’s voice was low, almost teasing, when she spoke again. “Don’t be embarrassed. You wanted it just as much as I did.”

I stayed quiet for a moment, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. “I—I don’t know if I should have…” I trailed off, unsure if I was talking about the night or the feelings that came with it.

She chuckled softly, her hand gently brushing against my back. “You wanted to, Y/N. I could feel it. And don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

But it wasn’t just the physical part that felt tangled. It was the emotional mess I had made, the line I had crossed, and the aftermath of everything that was still too complicated.

I swallowed hard, looking back at her. “What now?”

She smiled, the edge of playfulness still there. “What do you want to happen now?” she asked, her eyes steady and searching.

The question hung in the air like a promise, but the answer was one I couldn’t quite put into words yet.

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