I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

She's Eating Me Out, Mother

let's imagine Andrea (god bless u, Mama Swift, we love you) as one of those super stern actress moms

also, think evermore Taylor

also, this was originally an original piece of mine with two of my OCs (Evelyn and Ari), who are only engaged. so if you find any typos at all, please comment!

Taylor frowns as you start to get out of bed.

It's only five AM; you two had spent the whole night in bed, and Taylor's core is still throbbing.

"Where are you going?" she pouts.

"I just need the bathroom, baby."

Taylor's eyes flash with anger, and she sits up, the sheets cascading off her naked body. "You think you can just leave me in bed alone? Y/N, come back here right now."

You hesitate at the door, torn between you need to go to the bathroom and your wife's sultry demand. "Taylor, I just need to use the restroom," you say, voice strained. The sight of her, disheveled and bare, is doing little to help your current state.

Taylor slides off the bed, her lithe body gliding against the satin sheets, her eyes locked on yours. "And what if I told you to hold it?" she asks, her voice dipping to that low, sultry tone that always makes you weak in the knees.

She saunters towards you, her hips swaying hypnotically. She reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back towards the bed.

"You don't need the bathroom. You need me," Taylor murmurs, her breath hot against your ear.

She guides you to sit on the edge of the bed, then she drops to her knees before you.

"Tay, we've been at it all night," you protest weakly, your body already betraying you, your core aching as Taylor nuzzles her face against your stomach.

She looks up at you, her eyes burning with a fierce possessiveness. "And that's not enough," she says, her voice muffled against your skin. She grasps your thighs and spreads them apart, burying her face between them without hesitation.

You gasp, hands flying to Taylor's hair, gripping the silky strands tightly as Taylor's tongue works its magic. "Taylor ... the bathroom ..." you pant, your words trailing off into a soft moan.

Taylor doesn't relent, her tongue delving deeper, stoking the flames of your desire. She hooks her arms around your thighs, holding you in place as she devours you, determined to make you forget about anything but the pleasure she is giving you.

Your legs tremble, your back arching as Taylor's mouth works wonders on your sensitive flesh. The urge to use the bathroom is forgotten, replaced by an overwhelming need for release. "Tay, please ... I need ... " you choke out, your voice strained.

Taylor continues her merciless torment, her fingers joining her mouth to push you closer to the edge. She can feel your body tensing, hear your breath hitching as you near the precipice. With one last, firm stroke of her tongue, she sends you tumbling over the edge.

As the waves of pleasure crash over you, Taylor holds you steady, working you through your climax with gentle licks and kisses. Once the aftershocks subside, she slowly pulls back, her lips glistening with evidence of her handiwork.

You slump back on the bed, your limbs heavy and sated. You manage a weak smile at Taylor, who crawls up beside you. "You were right," you concede softly. "I didn't need the bathroom after all."

Taylor grins mischievously, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I know your body better than you do," she says, nuzzling against your neck. "But now, you need to return the favour."