Taylor swift -imagine (if ykyk)

FRIEND!?

🔞: Strap-on  TW: Aggressive Taylor

This going to be a long smut I ever written, note I didn't read this twice I'm too lazy to check mistakes, well I hope you like this so far! Comment as you all want

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The fluorescent lights of the trendy clothing store buzzed, casting a sterile glow over the racks of carefully curated fashion. Taylor, wearing oversized sunglasses and a slouchy hoodie to shield herself from the intense scrutiny of the public eye, felt a wave of anxiety rise within her. She was rarely out in public without her carefully constructed persona, the facade of celebrity protecting her from the scrutiny of the real world.

Today, however, was different. She was here for Y/n, her girlfriend, a world away from the glamorous life that was usually her reality. She loved the contrast. Y/n’s world was grounded, a haven of simplicity and genuine connection that Taylor found so refreshing.

Y/n’s energy was a gentle contrast to Taylor’s, a calm serenity that she found so comforting in the midst of the constant turmoil that was her own life. She loved watching Y/n navigate this world, her eyes lit up with a childlike wonder, laughing softly as she picked up clothes, her hands delicate yet firm as she held them up to see if they looked good.

Taylor, however, found the constant scrutiny of the public eye a burden. The press that always seemed to be following her every move, the paparazzi who seemed to be everywhere at once, the expectation that she always had to be “on,” it took a toll.

She had spent seven years in a carefully constructed relationship with Joe, her strategic partner in the game of celebrity – a man who was perfectly suited to the world she lived in. He was an expert at the silent language of celebrity, a master of the calculated dance of appearances and PR. But he was not her heart.

She had met Y/n at a charity event, a world away from the glitter and glamour that was her usual reality. She was drawn to Y/n’s natural beauty, her kindness, and her genuine spirit. She felt at ease with Y/n, a feeling that was rare for her, a relief from the constantly calculated world she inhabited.

It’s been a few months since they had met, and it was a few weeks since they had shared a night at that motel, a moment that had been both so dangerous and so beautiful. They had been meeting secretly, seeking sanctuary in the shadows of the playground, their love a whispered secret that they held close to their hearts.

Taylor was determined to make this relationship work. This was the relationship she dreamed of, a relationship that was real, a relationship that was based on love and not on strategy or public perception.

Y/n was browsing the racks, her fingertips tracing the softness of a sweater that was a shade of blue that matched her eyes.

“Y/n,” a familiar voice called out.

Taylor noticed Y/n turn, and a smile spread across her face. It was a smile Taylor had only ever seen while Y/n was with her.

A shiver of unease ran down Taylor’s spine. She didn’t like this feeling. It was a sensation that she felt whenever it came to Y/n’s past, knowing that Y/n loved her but also remembering who she was in the past. It was the fear of  the unknown,  the  worry that  Y/n  was  still  part  of  a   world that   Taylor   couldn’t   access.

Her grip tightened subtly on Y/n’s hip, a  silent  expression  of the  tension that  rippled  through  her.

“Oh my God, Emily! It’s so good to see you!" Y/n said, her words filled with genuine excitement. She squealed in delight, throwing her arms around the girl who had just approached her and pulling her close.