Taylor Swift imagines▪️GXG▪️

Just fuck buddies

Y/n pov

"jesus fuck! Right there!", I moaned at the sensation of the women under the covers and between my thighs. "Ah!", I sharply moaned over and over again, gripping onto her blonde locks. Pretty soon, I came all over her mouth and tongue. My high came crashing down and I didn't feel so in-bliss anymore. She popped her head back up and laid it on my stomach. We had to take a minute to simmer down and catch our breaths after the event that just took place. "Well uh...it's time for me to go", she awkwardly told me before pulling off the covers and standing up.

I just rolled my eyes when she got off of me and began looking for her clothes that were scattered. "So this is what we are now?", I asked her as I pirched myself up on my elbows. "What do you mean?", she asked, out of breath whilst quickly throwing on her clothes. "So we just.....fuck and leave?", I asked in an annoyed tone and shrugged. "Well no, we're friends", she told me, still not even looking at me but instead buttoning up her jeans. "Tasting my insides isn't very friendly, don't ya think?", I sarcastically asked, wanting her to confirm where we exactly stand with eachother. "Maybe not, but we're friends with benefits and that's good with me", she told me, this time whilst looking in the mirror, fixing her hair into a ponytail.

I just scoffed at her selfish remark. You can't have a relationship of any kind with anyone if only you think where you guys stand is fine. Never once has she asked me what I thought about us or even on a date, Never. All she does is gain dominance with me in bed because her British boy toy doesn't give her that satisfaction. Yet, I'm given little to no appreciation towards my tribute, if 'tribute' is the word you want to call it. Not only do I feel pointless, but I also feel a little afraid. If somehow someone were to find out about our little interactions, my reputation is destroyed forever, meanwhile taylor has so many publicists and assistants to lie about it to keep her respect image that it'll be like the whole thing never happened. After making herself look presentable, taylor immediately left out the door without a single word.

The next day I got a text from her saying that she was coming over. Not too long after, I heard a knock at my apartment door and obviously knew who it was. I opened the door and let her inside, and she quickly shoved me up against my wall. "Go peg your boyfriend", I groaned and shoved her off me before walking away. "Whats up with you?", she asked, clearly annoyed. "Why do you care? After all we are just just friends with benefits", I said, quoting her from the other day. She just sighed and pulled me in for a kiss, "and whats wrong with that huh?", she asked into the kiss.

She began kissing down my jaw and my neck. "Taylor", I whispered to her as she peppered my skin with kisses. She didn't listen though, "Taylor, stop", I told her a little more sternly. She still didn't stop, instead she trailed her hands to the hem off my shirt. "Taylor get off me!", I scolded her and she quickly backed away. She looked a little stunned, "what? What's wrong?", she asked, a little bit if sympathy in her voice. "We cant do this. Not anymore.", I said, looking at the ground. "Of course we can babygirl", she said and got closer to me. I just backed away from her and shook my head, "We can't. And don't call me that. we're not together, you said it yourself", I told her.

She just looked at me confused. "But I thought that's what you wanted. 'Just friends' right?", she asked me. "No taylor, that's what you wanted, I just want for you to stop using me", I told her. "Woah, woah, woah, I'm using you? We just fool around sometimes, no strings attached, no responsibility, it's a good thing", she said. "Well how much fooling around is too much huh? When you get engaged? When you get married? When are we done fooling around?", I raised my voice a bit. She just stayed silent, which caused me to roll my eyes at her.

"Well I'll answer that for you. We're done. now", I said. She just shook her head, "I don't love him y/n", she told me. "Then why aren't we together? Why aren't I the one you're with?", I asked her. "Because....I was scared to break away something strong. Or at least something that I used to be strong but when I met you, I knew Joe was never going to be better", she told me. "You're just saying that so you can fuck me", I said and shook my head. "No y/n I mean it. I really like you, not joe. Screw him, he'll never make me feel the way you make me feel", she said.

"So what are we?", I asked and finally looked up at her.

"I'm not sure yet. But we aren't fuck buddies, not anymore", she said and looked back at me.