Taylor Swift Imagines | wlw

Anniversary | NSFW

Today is the first anniversary of your and Taylor's wedding. You sighed softly as you slowly opened eyes, closing them again as the light shining through the curtains began to blind you. You rolled to the side, reaching your hand for Taylor's body to cuddle. A frown creeped up on your face as you touched empty, already cold space. You opened your eyes immediately. Slight worry crashed over you as you picked up your phone from nightstand, seeing quite early hour - At least for you two to get up on day off - Yet it immediately faded away as you heard loud bang of metal from downstairs.

You already figured out that Taylor was cooking, which rarely was ending well. Smile tugged at your lips as you quietly started going downstairs. Already in halfway a strong smell of burning hit your nose, then you saw Taylor shuffling around the kitchen, cursing under her breath, glancing at clock every few seconds. Despite of terrible mess all over the kitchen, you chuckled at the sight, walking all way downstairs trying to not make a sound.

You walked into the kitchen silently, wrapping arms around Taylor from behind. Taylor jumped a little, yet immediately relaxed as she smelled your familiar, comforting scent. She turned off the stove.

— Babe, you scared the shit out of me. - Taylor chuckled.

— I wanted to cuddle you and you were
gone... - You pouted playfully, looking at the dishes over her shoulder. — What are you doing? Or what were the plans? - You giggled, looking up at your wife.

The blonde let out a sigh, turning around to face you. She pressed quick kiss to your forehead, wrapping arms around you.

— I wanted to bring you breakfast to bed... But I must've did something wrong... Sorry, darling... - She muttered.

— Hey, it's all good, don't worry. - You smiled, rubbing her arm.

Taylor hummed softly in response, but then looked around at the mess in the kitchen, her smile fading again.

— It's not „all good"... Just look around, I can't even make a breakfast for my wife... - She sighed.

— Tay, please. You're the best. We're gonna clean up, then we'll order something to eat or cook together. - You said wrapping arms around her hips, taking a look at her appearance. She was wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants, her face makeup free, hair falling down her shoulders.

— For sure?... - She mumbled looking down at you, her hands securely tied around your waist.

— Absolutely. - You took a moment to admire her beauty, standing on your tiptoes to grab her face and pulled her into soft kiss. Taylor's grip tightened a bit, a blissful sigh coming out from her mouth into the kiss.

She whined quietly as you pulled out, turning around to clean the table, covered in dishes, flour and a few unidentified substances.

— Come on baby, we'll do that quickly, I have a lot of gifts prepared for today... - You smirked, bending over slightly to grab stuff from the other side of table.

— Yeah? It's just like me... - Even if you were turned around from her, you could tell Taylor's grinning.

A second later you felt her standing very close behind you, reaching for your hand.

— What are you—... - You cut, your eyes widening as she guided your hand to her crotch, feeling she's wearing her biggest strap underneath your fingers. Your body freezed, letting out a shaky exhale.

After a few seconds you turned around, looking up at your wife, meeting her sly grin. Blush rushed into your cheeks as you returned her smile.

— My god, Taylor... - You muttered, and the next thing you know is that you're taken upstairs.