GOOD GIRL. (NSFW) - Taylor Swift

if you never eat, you're never gonna grow

cw: TWO ass smacks, face-sitting, public-ish

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you and taylor had a very healthy sex life.

like, very healthy. just as frequent and charged as it was a little over a year ago, when you'd just started hooking up as 'friends'.

and, well, it was justifiably so. taylor was super fucking hot, she thought you were super fucking hot, especially when you would cum, so it was certainly a win-win. yes, for a couple about to reach their eight month anniversary, you and taylor had a very healthy sex life.

and you weren't a prude. far from it, considering all the things taylor did with you in bed.

but... there was one obstacle.

it wasn't a problem, per se, just... a thing. a little thing you were totally fine with.

"baby?" taylor murmured in-between peppering kisses to the back of your neck, spooning you as you watched a lazy netflix romcom that neither of you were really paying attention to.

"hmm?" you hummed, tilting your head forward to give her more access, encourage her lips to continue. and she obliged, but you only got to revel in it for a moment before she pulled away, ignoring your huff.

"what is it?" you asked, a little frustrated. her lips felt too good on your neck for her to stop now. taylor paused for a moment, as if mulling over her thoughts, whether she should voice them.

"how come you never let me go down on you?"

your breath caught in your throat at the unexpected question, bringing with it a bit of saliva down your windpipe. you started coughing and sat up slightly, taylor following suit worriedly, rubbing your back and watching as you reached for your wine and downed a couple sips. it wasn't the best way to soothe your throat, but it did the trick and you settled down again into her arms.

she continued rubbing your back for a moment and then posed the question once more. you didn't have as dramatic a reaction this time, but you stiffened.

"i, uh..." you scrambled for an answer, feeling a blush creep up your chest and to your neck. "i don't know," you lied. "i guess i just don't like it."

you grimaced at the blatant lie that you knew you would soon take back when she pressed further. surely enough, she raised an eyebrow and squeezed your bare waist where your shirt had ridden up. "you don't like it?"

you shook your head, because if you opened your mouth, you'd say the truth—you'd never had anyone go down on you before.

"baby..." taylor chuckled, moving your hair to one shoulder and kissing your neck again. "if you didn't like it, whoever did it didn't do it right."

you bit your lip, feeling her hand inch down your waist, right above your belly button. she chuckled again and pulled you closer to her body to press her fingers on your belly.

"if you let me do it, i promise i'll make you feel good," she whispered, her raspy voice and fleeting kisses to your neck seeming way too convincing. "no pressure though, baby."

you bit your lip harder, quickly releasing it with a gasp when her hand found its way into your panties and started running over your wet slit. "i-i've just," you tried to speak, cutting yourself off with a moan when she circled your clit. "i— fuck, i've never done it."

her movement stopped at hearing your confession. you whined and put your hand over hers, trying to will it to move again, but it wouldn't.

"never?" taylor asked, sounding as if she was in disbelief. you made a noise in replacement of a word that would affirm her question, because her hand was still between your legs and it was making your head spin.