I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Miss Y/L/N

should I stop writing smut 😭 ALSO DID Y'ALL SEE THE LOOK ON TAYLOR'S FACE IN THE FIRST PICTURE OF THE LONDON THANK YOU POST? AND HER MENTIONING TRAVIS? AND LIKE "cracking up/swooning" FUCKING HELP ME LIKE I AM SUCH A TNT SUPPORTER IT ACTUALLY HSKSJFNSKDB

You hear Taylor's students chorus a rather loud, "Good morning, Miss Swift," as you head to her classroom.

You chuckle slightly to yourself before knocking on the open classroom door.

When Taylor turns, your eyes rake over her body, admittedly unabashed. You drink in the way the teacher's uniform is a little too tight. It hugs her slender curves perfectly, in a way that's both professional and alluring. The fabric stretches and strains at her chest and hips, hinting at the body beneath.

You mentally chastise yourself, oblivious to the fact that Taylor is doing the same exact thing.

You manage to keep your cool when you ask about borrowing a stapler.

Surprisingly to her, Taylor somehow manages to keep her own when your fingers linger on the other's for much too long.

"Thanks, Taylor," you say, smiling.

Taylor's eyes follow your hips as they sway with each of your steps until you're out of sight.

At lunch that day, Taylor immediately finds you in the teacher's lounge. She gives you a smile and takes the seat beside you. "Hey," she says softly, her voice almost a whisper. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," you reply, your heart racing as you try to maintain your composure.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's presence. Then Taylor leans in slightly, her shoulder brushing against yours. "I've been thinking about this morning," she begins, her voice low and intimate. "And I can't help but wonder if . . . Well, if you'd like to get to know each other better outside of school."

Your breath catches, and you turn to look at her, finding her eyes already locked onto yours. "I'd like that," you reply, your voice equally soft.

Taylor smiles, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Great. How about dinner tonight?"

You nod, your excitement mirrored in your smile. "It's a date."

Later that night, at a quarter to seven, the intercom buzzes in your apartment.

"Y/N?" you hear a soft voice say. "It's Taylor."

You rush to the intercom, pressing the button eagerly. "Come on up," you respond, your voice a mix of anticipation and excitement.

A few minutes later, there's a gentle knock on your door. You open it to find Taylor standing there, a shy smile on her face. She's dressed casually but stylishly, looking effortlessly beautiful. "Hi," she says, her voice warm and inviting.

"Hi," you reply, feeling a bit breathless. "Come in."

As Taylor steps inside, you can't help but notice the subtle fragrance of her perfume, adding to the intoxicating aura around her. "I brought a bottle of wine," she says, holding up the bottle with a playful grin.

"Perfect," you say, leading her into the living room. "I'll grab some glasses."

After pouring the wine, you both settle on the couch, the conversation flowing easily as you sip your drinks. You talk about your classes, your students, and your lives, for the most part. The hours pass quickly, and soon you're both laughing and feeling the warmth of the wine.

Taylor leans back, her eyes sparkling as she looks at you. "This has been really nice," she says softly. "But I was thinking, maybe we could continue this at my place? I have a movie we could watch."

Your heart skips a beat, and you nod eagerly. "I'd love that."

You both gather your things and head to Taylor's place.

Her apartment is cosy and inviting, filled with personal touches that make it feel like home. "Make yourself comfortable," she says, gesturing to the couch. "I'll get the movie ready."

You settle in, and soon Taylor joins you, the room dimmed as the movie starts. But as the opening credits roll, you find it hard to focus on the screen. Taylor's close presence is overwhelming, and when she shifts slightly, her leg brushing against yours, it's enough to break the dam of restraint you've been holding.

You turn to look at her, your eyes meeting hers in the dim light. You both lean in, your lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It's gentle at first, but quickly deepens, the movie forgotten as you lose yourselves in each other.

The next hour is a blur of soft whispers and stolen kisses, your hands exploring each other with growing urgency. The movie plays on, but it's nothing more than background noise. When you finally pull back, breathless and flushed, breath mingling with the other's, she finally blurts out, "I need you."

And then her lips are back on yours as she pushes you against the couch cushions.

A soft moan slips from your lips when her fingers snake down, to your waist, fondling with the button on your jeans.

You manage enough self-composure to start to unbutton the blouse she's wearing to reveal the lacy bra she wears underneath.

She helps you out with undressing her, lifting her hips a little to slide her pants down.

You pull your own t-shirt off, hearing her gasp softly at the sight of you.

"Gosh," she whispers, breathless. "You're stunning."

You smile and hide your blush behind your hands, but she gently pries them away from your face.

"Let me see you, gorgeous."

She's smiling when her eyes lock with yours. Her gaze drifts slowly down to your lips.

She leans in again, and it's not long before you don't know where your makeup ends and hers begins.

"I-I need you," she repeats. "Now — now."

She pulls your pants down along with your underwear, discarding them on the floor without a care.

You smile to yourself when she shifts herself to sit on just one of your thighs and you feel her wetness seeping through her panties.

You pull them down, allowing them to accompany your clothes on the floor.

Her lips find yours as her slender fingers dip into you.

You moan against her as she starts to move her fingers.

"Taylor, fuck . . ."

You gently set your hands on her waist as she pumps her fingers in and out of you.

You move her hips against your thigh, bringing her close as she does you.

"Oh, God," she gasps, soft whimpers leaving her lips

When she curls her fingers in a rough beckoning motion, the increasingly tightening coil in your stomach snaps, and you come undone.

Moments later, she follows, chanting your name in a strained whisper.

were both hands on the phone?

"You Really Want to Learn" after this, then "My Girlfriend is Here!" and then?

- Colorado II
- Protective
- BMW
- Guard Dog
- Lariat Necklace
- Where You Been?
- What Can I Do? II
- I Want It All

Hugs and kisses,

honestly what do y'all wanna call me 😭