I want you. | Taylor Swift x Female Reader

Chapter 22: I own you

I wanted Taylor to be more possessive, let me know what you guys think about this chapter!
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"Have a great day, Taylor! You're going to rock this, baby!" I said with a heartwarming smile before pressing my lips to hers.

"Thank you, honey," she replied, returning the smile.

"I’m going to visit you during your free period," I assured her, leaning in to kiss her again. Taylor grabbed her bag and gave me one last look before walking into the building.

While Taylor was at school, I took the time to pick up her favorite food, coffee, and flowers, hoping to surprise her. Time passed slowly, but when her free period finally arrived, I made my way back to the school.

With a bright smile, I walked through the halls, remembering the times I used to roam these same corridors as her student. It took me a while, but I finally found her classroom.

Nervously, I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. My heart pounded as my eyes met Taylor's.
It was the first time in two month that I was for more than two hours seperated from her.

She was seated at her desk, completely absorbed in her work. For a moment, she didn’t seem to notice me, and I almost felt relieved—until, without warning, she lifted her head slowly.

The second her gaze met mine, something in the air shifted. Her lips curled into a predatory smirk, and I felt an intense heat flood my body. There was a darkness in her eyes, a hunger I hadn’t expected.

"Hello, sexy," she purred, her voice lower than usual, dripping with something that sent a shiver down my spine.

Caught off guard, I chuckled nervously. "Says you," I replied, trying to shake off the sudden tension as I swayed my hips and stepped toward her.

But before I could react, Taylor reached out and grabbed my wrist—firm, unyielding. My breath caught as she yanked me toward her, her strength surprising and almost overwhelming. I could feel her presence envelop me as she pulled me closer.

"You took too long," she murmured, her grip tightening just enough to make me feel small, trapped under her gaze.

I stared at her, wide-eyed, trying to break free from the sudden wave of uncertainty that washed over me. "I—I brought you flowers," I stammered, awkwardly lifting the bouquet between us, but she didn’t seem interested.

Without a word, she yanked me onto her lap, pulling me down with such force that I gasped. My hands instinctively gripped her shoulders for balance as I found myself face-to-face with her.

"T-Taylor—"

"Shh," she interrupted, her lips brushing my ear as her hands slid to my waist, anchoring me against her. "I missed you."

I swallowed hard. This was different. Taylor had always been affectionate, but this? This was new. The way she touched me, the way her eyes darkened with possessiveness—it made my stomach twist. My heart raced, and I wasn’t sure whether to be scared or excited. I just told myself it was because of her first day at work after Cassi had left us.

She leaned in, her lips grazing my skin just below my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. "I don’t like when you’re away from me for too long," she whispered, her breath hot against my neck. "It makes me restless."

I tried to laugh it off, but her hold on me was firm and unwavering. "Taylor, we’re in a classroom," I whispered, my voice trembling.

She let out a soft, dark chuckle, tightening her grip on me. "So? It's not the first time that we're in a classroom babygirl" she murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to my neck. "No one’s going to take you from me."