GOOD GIRL. (NSFW) - Taylor Swift

winter cabin

cw: g!p, some degradation, unprotected sex

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you shuddered almost violently, your hands buried deep in your coat pockets, your hood over your head, and your beanie pulled down as far as it could go. you should've known better than to not check the weather app before leaving for a two-hour hike on a snowy mountain. now, you were stuck blindly walking, not knowing if you were going up or downhill, waiting for shelter or a person to show up.

you sighed in relief when you saw the wood cabin you were coming up on, your breath visible in the snowy wind. it looked cozy and you forced your feet to go as fast as they could, dragging them in the snow. any type of shelter would be good, even if there was a thousand year-old witch in that cabin. you were sure if you stayed out in the storm for just a little longer, you'd collapse, most likely die.

you made it to the cabin and opened the door, quickly making it in and throwing the door closed before any of the snow could get in. it wasn't much hotter here, but there was a fireplace. you crouched down in front of it and searched for something that could light it. you were so cold.

"i tried lighting it already," a woman's voice came from behind you and you yelped, jumping at the sudden intrusion. you looked around, noticing the woman sitting on the worn out wooden bed, huddled up in a thin blanket and all her layers.

"w-who are you?" you asked, putting your palm on your chest, still recovering from the fright.

"taylor," she answered casually, her blue eyes boring calmly into you. "oh," you breathed, settling down again. you made yourself into a ball, hugging your knees as close as possible, mimicking her position, "i'm y/n."

she hummed, licking her lips. "pretty name." her eyes were unsettlingly blue, and she looked familiar for some reason. "you aren't dressed for the weather," she said. it was true, you had two layers on your legs and three on your torso. not very convenient for a snow storm. she looked like she was wearing a lot more than you.

"i didn't know there'd be a snow storm," you mumbled, dipping your head into your coat to warm up your nose and lips.

"me neither," she replied. neither of you had any energy to keep a decent conversation going, so you raised your head and looked for something to light the fire again. at least if you were going to be stuck here, it was with a nice stranger and not a weird man. or a witch.

she watched your eyes search for a lighter or some matches. to no luck, she thought, because she searched for a good twenty minutes out of desperation, but she let you. she was surprised when you actually found a box of matches and managed to light the fire, the heat starting to permeate around the room.

so you were handy. you looked pretty, and you sounded pretty, but she couldn't tell from that far.

"hey," she called and you looked up at her, pausing your movements. "you should come sit with me, for body warmth," she said, hoping she didn't sound too weird. you actually could use her body warmth, and she would've offered it even if you weren't pretty, but...

"okay," you said, standing up, still buried in your coat. you sat next to her on the bed, at a polite distance. just enough so some of her warmth emanated towards you.

"here," she said, grabbing your arms and pulling you towards her. she placed you between her legs, so your back was to her front and all of her warmth engulfed you. you blushed, your face suddenly too warm at the contact. she was straight-up cuddling you.

you couldn't even mutter a thanks as she backed up to sit against the wall flush to the bed, pulling you with her. she was bigger than you, her legs longer. her arms around your waist definitely did the job and made you feel warm, not necessarily from her natural body heat. you could feel her chin on your shoulder, and if you tilted your head, you'd feel her breath on your face.