call it what you want (taylor swift gxg imagines)

3. knee socks

this was posted by me on ao3 a while ago! i just decided to re upload it here :) hope you enjoy this one 🫶

warnings: mommy kink

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Taylor knew you had a rough day; throughout your workday, you texted her little updates. Just little things about how shitty your work is and how much you want to hold her. You texted her your usual, "On my way home. ❤️ can't wait to see you." Normally she'd text back with a simple heart emoji, but this time it was something completely different and unexpected.

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This was, to say the least, odd. Before you put the car in drive, you opened the message. It was a picture of Taylor in your guy's bed with nothing on but knee socks with small bows at the tops of the socks. The way her thighs swelled over the compression of the socks made you throb.

"Get home soon; your feel-better present is waiting..."

Your eyes went wide, and you threw your phone in the passenger seat before speeding home. You could have sworn you've never driven faster in your life. You very quickly arrived at the rather large apartment on Cornelia Street. You parked your car, took your things inside, and slammed the door behind you. Taylor didn't like things out of place, so as always, you took your time putting your work items where they went.

As soon as you were finished, you ran to the bedroom. The lights were dimmed, and Taylor was lying on her stomach with nothing but knee socks on and a book in her hands. You could see glistening in between her thighs; she was certainly turned on. You could say the same for yourself; you were sure your panties were ruined.

"You're finally home." She said, putting the bookmark in the page and setting the book on the nightstand—"Emily Dickinson's Greatest Works," of course. "I am; what made you want to get up to this?" You asked while you stripped off your shoes, socks, and blazer. "I knew you had a bad day, and I also knew this was going to make it better." Cmere " She gestured for you to come to her, and you did. At this point, she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

You straddled her lap and put your arms around her shoulders. "Hi baby, I missed you." She kissed you, smiling. "Hi," you replied into her kiss. She fiddled with your turtleneck; you wore it because of the amount of marks she gives you. "Hiding my work from the world, huh?" She mumbled against your jaw. You gasped as she sucked on your pulse point on your neck. "Too much clothing." She tugged at your shirt and mumbled in between kisses and nips.

You took the hint and backed away enough to lift the sweater over your head and throw it haphazardly onto the floor somewhere. She cupped your clothed breasts; the way she ran her fingers over your nipples made you grind into her legs. "Needy, hm?" She smiled. The friction of her socks and your work pants made for a beautiful combination. You moaned when she licked your nipple through the lace of your bra. You removed your hands from where they were and went to take off your bra.

Taylor grabbed the bra as it fell and threw it to the side. "Taylor, please," you begged, bucking your hips into her. "Patients darling." "Get up and lay on the bed for me," she ordered, and you followed. You laid out on the bed while she went searching through your shared closet. When she finally came back, she was harnessed with the strap, and it made you throb. The way she looked with nothing but a strap and knee socks on, you were obsessed with her legs, and she knew how to get you going.

She mounted you and let the silicone cock rub against your clothed cunt, which made you moan her name. She kissed down your neck, chest, and all the way down to your stomach. She paid extra attention to the parts of your body she loved the most—your stomach and your tits. If it were up to her, she would worship your body all day, every day. She made it to your waistline after what felt like forever of teasing. She took off your pants and looked at her work. "Ruined another pair of panties? just from a picture?" "You need mommy so bad, don't you?" She said this before placing a kiss on your damp, clothed cunt. "Fuck! Taylor, please! " You begged and ground your hips against her face. She pulled away, and you huffed at the loss of pleasure. "Good girls wait." She grinned.

After more and more teasing, she finally hooked her fingers in your panties and threw them to the side. The sudden cold air against your wet pussy made you gasp. "Mommy!" You moaned out when she wrapped her mouth around your clit. She gave kitten licks all around your core until she finally sat up and teased the cock around your hole. "Do you want it, baby girl?" You nodded eagerly, and she said, "Use your words, darling." She gave a shite-eating grin, grabbed your chin, and redirected your head to look at her. "Yes, please, Taylor, please," you begged. She finally gave in and thrust herself slowly into you. You felt so full that you let out a pleasureous sigh. She let you adjust to the sudden girth and length inside your hole before speeding up the pace and slamming in and out of you. "Fuck taylor!" You screamed, rocking against her cock.

You felt your orgasm come to fruition and let out a string of curses, her name, and vulgar things. When you came, Taylor did not stop. She fed into the overstimulation and kept going. She was definitely going faster than before. Once you had cum again, she finally left you. "Good girl, so good for me," she praised, placing a kiss on your forehead. "You wanna do something for mommy?" You eagerly said yes, nodding frantically. "Alright then." She took off the harness and tossed it to the side to be cleaned later.

"I'm going to sit on your face; are you ready?" She asked. "Yes, please, mommy." You consented, and she mounted your face. She held onto the headboard and rode your face. You ate her out, and her sweet sounds made you do it good. "You're so good at this, baby." She moaned out that and plenty of other praise. as she got closer and rode you faster and more desperate. When you finally stuck your tongue inside her, she went over the edge. The beloved pop star, Taylor Swift, was ruined by you, and you felt so much pride. She rolled off of you and laid next to you.

"Jesus fuck thank you!" she laughed. You started laughing as well. "Thank you for making this day not as shitty," you told her. You laid there just like that for a bit, holding each other. Before you finally made your way to the bathroom to clean each other up and clean off the toys used

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feel like my writing has somehow gotten worse since i wrote this a while back.. i have a couple of these sitting in my ao3 account so i might repost the rest of them here.. idk. thank you for reading xx

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