Taylor Swift Imagines

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During your insta post for gf day, you accidentally post an erotic photo of you and Taylor and don't know until it's too late.

611 words.

cw: nothing really.

note: was gunna post yesterday but it wasn't done in time.
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You're smiling, scrolling through your phone as you select photos of you and Taylor— sometimes just rare photos you caught of her specifically. As you look through, you notice one, clicking on it to fully see.

Your eyes widen, completely unaware you had taken that photo. You feel your your mouth go dry. Taylor's pinning you down, her hands resting dangerously close to your bra as she clearly sucks a hickey into your neck. You've got your head tilted backwards, your spine arching into her as your mouth rests wide open.

Clearly someone was enjoying it, you mentally remark, sending the photo off to Taylor with a winky face.

You deselect it, looking back back in your camera for more. When you've got a couple more, you click next, captioning it and tagging her in it. You post it, turning off your phone to go take a shower.

Taylor's phone pings from her pocket, and she sets her guitar down to check it. She smiles at your contact, opening up your text. Her eyes widen as her smile drops, an explicit photo of the two of was sent with a winky face. Taylor adjusts in her seat, ignoring the weird look from Jack as she types out a response.

Tay💓💓- Guess we're gonna have to recreate it today ;)

When she doesn't get a response, she doesn't worry much cause her phone pings again, an Instagram post coming from you. She excitedly clicks on it, double tapping and scrolling through the photos. They're all of you two, but occasionally there's a photo of her she didn't even know you took. She swipes again, panic filing her eyes. It's that same exact photo you sent her.

Taylor doesn't have time to continue, she's already calling you and hoping not many people have seen it. She refreshes the page, her hopes shattered as it already has four thousand likes. It's not that Taylor cares what you're posting, but it's the fact that you're in a lace bra, mouth hung open— clearly moaning. She declines a call from Tree, excusing herself from the studio as Jack says goodbye, confused.

She drives to her place, knowing you'd be there. It's only about a fifteen minute drive, Taylor bursting through the door the moment she can.

"Babe!" she shouts, running up the stairs.

She hears the shower going, and she knocks on the door.

"Taylor?" you ask, slightly concerned. After all, she wasn't supposed to be home for another two hours.

"Baby, you gotta get out right now."

"Taylor, there's literally another bathroom down the ha—"

"You posted that... one photo on your instagram."

The shower turns off a moment later, a disheveled you erupting out of the bathroom, a loose towel under your arms.

"What?"

Taylor frowns, pulling up the post and swiping over to it. You gasp, looking at Taylor in horror.

"I'm so sorry, Tay, I didn't know! I-I must've miss-clicked! Oh God, this is bad, so—"

Taylor cups your face, placing s soft kiss against your lips to stop you. "Sweetheart, you're okay, you just gotta take the post down. Tree will handle everything else, okay? It's fine."

Despite how wet you are, Taylor brings you in for a hug as you let out a soft cry against her shoulder.

"You're fine, babydoll." Her hands run through your hair as she speaks, softly kissing the top of your head. "Go finish your shower, mkay?"

You look at her, looking hesitant. "D'you wanna join me?"

Taylor smiles. "Always."