I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Slut (Formerly BMW)

translations at the end of the chapter

"Malayo pa ba*¹, baby?" you ask Taylor, pouting as she turns off the highway and down an alley.

"Sabi sa'yo*², don't call me that," Taylor says, her voice a near grunt as she squeezes your thigh hard.

Since her hand has been resting on the upper part of your inner thigh - so dangerously close to your core - the whole drive, you bite back a soft moan as the pressure sends a jolt through you, making it hard to focus.

"Right," you say, breathy. "S-sorry, Mommy."

"Good girl."

You and Taylor have been driving for a while now, and fog has started to roll in, but even still, as the sun sets, the breathtaking cocktail of colours in the sky is visible.

Taylor sighs as she once again turns, this time onto a busy highway.

The hustle and bustle of cars zooming past you is a stark contrast to the silence of the alley you were in, and it takes a moment for you to adjust.

"Sa'n ba kasi tayo pupunta*³?" you ask Taylor as you look down at the hand on your thigh. You trace gentle fingers over her knuckles.

"Kung saan*⁴," Taylor answers simply.

You furrow your brows in confusion. "Bakit*⁵?"

"Basta*⁶..." Taylor answers.

The frustration in her tone is evident, so you duck your head and stay quiet.

A half hour passes in complete silence.

Taylor's hand inches higher and higher up your skirt-clad thigh, until it's just beneath the fabric of your skirt and brushing against the cloth of your panties.

"T-Tay..." you whimper.

Your girlfriend continues to drive, but as heat continues to rise and tension becomes palpable, Taylor's fingers push past the fabric barrier between her and your centre.

"Fuck..." you whine, trying not to drag the word out too much.

Taylor's long fingers dip into you, making you whimper.

"Quiet," she whispers.

"I-I . . . Yes, Mommy . . ." you mutter, biting your lip as you try to hold back your moans.

Taylor smirks at your response, finding herself inexplicably turned on by the new dynamic. Her hand continues to move, exploring and plunging deeper, making sure to hit all the right spots as delightful sounds escape you.

"Fuck!" you squeal as she hits a particularly sensitive spot.

Taylor chuckles softly, enjoying the way you respond to her touch. Her fingers curl inside, hitting your sweet spot with precision and intensity.

She stops driving when you reach a secluded area, and her other hand gently grasps your chin, her eyes begging for you to look at her.

You look at Taylor with wild eyes, pleading for her to fuck you.

Taylor's breath hitches as she sees the desperation in your gaze. Her thumb strokes your lower lip, pulling it out in a sensual gesture. "You want me, baby? You want Mommy to take care of you?"

"Yes, Mommy, I-I want you to take care of me," you whimper.

Taylor's fingers move in a hypnotic rhythm, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Her thumb teases your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. "That's my good girl," she coos, her voice dripping with desire. "Let Mommy make you feel good."

"B-backseat," yoy manage to mutter out, not wanting to fuck in the front seats.

Taylor smirks at your words, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "As you wish, baby." She carefully pulls her fingers out of you, her thumb bringing her glistening juices to her lips, sucking it off in a provocative gesture.

You clamber into the backseat clumsily, leaning against the locked door with your legs spread.

Taylor chuckles softly, climbing in after you. She takes a moment to adjust herself and remove your skirt and panties before crawling towards you. Her eyes never leave yours as she settles between your legs. "You look so fucking hot like that," she purrs, leaning down to taste you.

"Fuck, Mommy, fuck, fuck," you moan out, arching your back as your hand dives into Taylor's blonde locks.

Taylor's lips curl into a satisfied smile, relishing in the power she has over you. Her tongue laps at your clit, tracing invisible patterns across the sensitive bud. "Yeah baby, just like that," she mumbles against your skin.

You cry out, strings of moans and curses leaving your lips as you tugnat Taylor's hair.

Taylor's fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place as she devours you. Her tongue plunges deep, fucking you with reckless abandon, driven by the need to make you come undone. "I want to hear you scream for me," she growls, her breath hot against your core.

"Y-yes, Mommy, I'll — I'll scream f-for you," you sob, feeling yourself get closer and closer to cumming.

Taylor's smirk of satisfaction is evident even with her face buried between your thighs. She sucks harder, her fingers finding their way to your entrance, plunging inside to add an extra layer of stimulation. "Do it baby, scream my name when you cum."

You do. Taylor's name spills from your lips in a hoarse scream as you cum.

Taylor's triumphant smirk widens, satisfied with the result of her efforts. She slowly pulls back, her fingers sliding out of you. She brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. "You taste so fucking good, Mommy's little slut."

translations

*1: How far?/Are we there yet?
*2: I told you.
*3: Where are we going, anyway?
*4: Wherever.
*5: Why?
*6: (this is a bit of a complicated expression, but I'll try my best) Filipino counterpart of, "Oh, well, whatever." (Google translate says, "it just is") But in this context, what Taylor means to say is, "Stop talking." :)