Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

Teacher-Vamplor (Smut)

G!P
Tw: possessive Taylor
Vampire
Degrading
Punsihment
Much more

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"Ughhh," I growled as I smacked the alarm clock, its shrill ringing assaulting my ears. I was supposed to wake up, but exhaustion pulled me back into the depths of sleep.

What felt like mere seconds later, my eyes fluttered open again-only to widen in horror.

Two hours.

I shot up, my heart pounding. "Shit!"

Panicked, I sprinted into the bathroom, rushing through my morning routine. Within minutes, I was out the door, practically throwing myself into my car. Normally, the drive took thirty minutes-I made it in twenty, breaking more traffic laws than I cared to admit.

By the time I burst into the classroom, I was breathless, my face flushed from running.

"Oh, Miss Too-Late finally decided to join us," Miss Swift's voice rang through the room, laced with amusement.

I swallowed hard, heat crawling up my neck. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, utterly embarrassed.

Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "It's okay," she murmured, lips curving into a slow smirk. "Stay behind after the lesson."

My stomach twisted, my cheeks darkening to an unforgiving shade of red as I hurried to my seat.

The entire class, I felt her gaze burning into me. It wasn't just a teacher's glare-it was something deeper, something predatory. Every time I dared to glance up, I caught that knowing smirk, her red lips curling like she could hear my every thought.

God, she was hot.

Then, just as the lesson ended and the bell rang, I tried to slip away unnoticed-only to hear the door click shut.

Miss Swift had locked it.

Slowly, I turned, my pulse hammering as she leaned against the door, arms crossed.

"Did you really think I'd let you go that easily?" she mused, taking a step forward.

My breath hitched.

"Why were you late?" she asked, raising an arched brow, her voice low and silky. With each step she took, I instinctively backed up-until my spine hit the wall.

She was taller than me, her presence utterly intoxicating.

"I-I uh-" I stuttered, unable to string together a coherent sentence.

Her smirk deepened.

"Do I make you nervous?" she whispered, leaning in, her lips a mere breath away from mine.

That's when I saw them.

Fangs.

A sharp inhale caught in my throat. "Wha-"

Before I could speak, she pressed a single finger against my lips.

"Shhh," she cooed, tilting her head. "I'm just going to bite you."

Her lips ghosted over my skin, her fangs grazing my throat-then, just as quickly, she pulled away, her eyes dark and unreadable.

"But not yet," she murmured. "You're not ready... not yet."

My knees nearly buckled.

I had no idea what I'd just gotten myself into.

"No first I fuck you", she laughed. Taylor walked over to a small shelf, then she pulled out handcuffs. "Come here", she said with a seductive tone. My body moved towards her. As I reached her, she flipped me around and bend me over the table. The cold metal touched my wrist right before I felt her front pressing against my back.