I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Dreams Are Fucking Bullshit

the not-so-long-but-also-very-long awaited part II to You Keep Me Up at Night.

"Y-yes, yes, right there," Taylor whimpers, her back arching, hands fisting the sheets, as your fingers pump in and out of her.

"Ooh, fuck!" she moans as you curl your fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot she can never get to on her own.

She gasps as she feels your tongue suddenly swirling around her clit. "Fuck, shit, Y/N, I'm close!" she breathes, her hand scrambling for something to hold.

Your hand finds hers, and she grips it tightly as she cries out, cumming hard on your fingers, but her bliss is cut off.

Taylor wakes with a start, panting, sweating, and wet. She whines softly as she shifts around, her panties damp and sticking to her sensitive flesh. She hisses as she moves her hand down and starts to touch herself, gasping at how wet she really is.

It's not the first time Taylor has ever had a wet dream about you. This is actually the tenth time, one for each time you sleep over at hers. She doesn't know why. Maybe it's your scent, maybe it's the short shorts you wear around her or the tight tanks. Either way, she isn't complaining.

She is tonight, though. You, frustratingly, had decided to just come and sleep next to her. You're cuddling a pillow, hair sprawled out over another, breathing soft and shallow, and Taylor can't help but look over at you as she touches herself.

She blushes deeply as she turns away from you, trying to silence her moans as she continues to touch herself.

She's never done anything like this around you before.

She glances at you over her shoulder, lips parted in a soft whimper as she watches you sleep.

She bites her lip as she watches you, feeling a surge of desire course through her veins. She wants you. But she doesn't want to wake you up, or worse, make you uncomfortable.

Taylor hesitates, torn between the need to satisfy herself and the need not to disturb you. After a moment's struggle, she decides to continue, slowly and silently. She spreads her legs wider, arching her back slightly as she touches herself.

She shivers as she suddenly feels your arm wrap around her, pulling her closer to you. She gasps softly as she feels your breath against her neck, making her heart race with excitement. "S-sorry . . . didn't mean to wake you."

You hum groggily and bury your head in her neck. "No, you didn't wake me . . ." you mumble. "What were you doing?"

Taylor freezes for a second, her pulse quickening as your words sink in. She bites her lip, unsure if she should tell the truth or brush it off. But in the dim light, with the warmth of your arm wrapped around her, she feels a vulnerability she can’t ignore.

"I . . . I was just having this dream," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her breath hitches as she remembers the vivid details. "It was . . . intense."

You shift slightly, your forehead pressed against her shoulder, but now your heart is racing too. There's a tension between you two, an unspoken attraction that has hovered like a cloud for what feels like forever. Tonight feels different, though. Tonight feels like the tipping point.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Your voice is soft, but there's an edge of curiosity--and something else she can't quite pinpoint.

Taylor hesitates, her body stiff against yours. She's always been the brave one, but this feels terrifying. Still, the heat between you, the closeness, it all feels like it's pushing her forward.