requested + smut
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You were having a great evening with your wife and her loving parents. It was a very fancy restaurant, as always, so you were all dressed up in your most beautiful dress. Taylor definitely didn't let that go unnoticed.
You were sitting all the way in the back of the restaurant, where it was a little more private. Taylor opted for her classic waist coat, the same one she wore to the Tribeca film festival. She isn't someone who likes to rewear her outfits but you had always mentioned how much you loved seeing her in this one.
While getting ready you and Taylor had a rather heated make out session, both of you wanting more but knowing it wasn't the time. That didn't stop her from teasing you and leaving hickeys on places that your partly-mesh dress thankfully covered up. To say you were craving her touch, would be an understatement. You pulled yourself together, you were having dinner with her parents of all people.
The dinner was all-around lovely. You always felt like a part of her family and always perfectly joined in on their family conversations. You had a big table to yourselves. You and Taylor scored the booth against the wall and her parents were sitting on the chairs across from you.
After the casual conversation had ended and incredible food was eaten, comfortable silence filled the table. Everyone was waiting for their desserts and coffee. You were growing impatient, for Taylor, not the dessert. The silence left you alone with your thoughts and it was not helping.
You had suspected that similar thoughts were running through Taylors mind because her hand that was resting on your knee was now firmly grabbing your thigh. You knew she had no intention to go any further than that but you did.
Once her parents had busied themselves with casual conversations, you finally built up the courage to privately talk to Taylor. You leaned over and carefully whispered in her ear.
"Mommy?"
Taylors eyes widened, you could feel her tense up as a smirk made it's way on her face.
"Yes, darling?"
"Why don't you move your hand..." you gently picked up her hand and slid it under your dress to where you needed her the most "..here."
She let out a shaky breath once she felt the wetness through your underwear.
"What are you doing."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, mommy."
She was looking at you with wild, dominant eyes. You could see her clench her jaw as she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Y/n you better stop that right now, you have no idea what I'll do to you."
"Oh, but I would love to figure it out."
"I'm warning you, darling. I have no patience tonight and am planning to use you."
"You keep talking but your hand still hasn't moved?"
"You're such a slut."
"That's right, degrade me, mommy."
"That's not all I-"
"Taylor? Are you even listening!" Her mom scolded from across the table. The haze that entranced the both of you slowly drifting away.
"I asked you a question."
"Oh, right! I'm so sorry momm- I- mom. I didn't hear you, what did you say?"
"Oh my, honey! What's got you so distracted, hmm? I just asked what time we're expected for brunch next weekend?"
"Brunch?"
"The one your wife invited us to like 5 minutes ago? Before you two went off whispering about god knows what!" Andrea says with a little laugh before sipping on her wine.
"You guys can come around 11:30 and spend the day with us. I'll prepare a lovely meal." You say, interrupting a clueless Taylor who was probably going to ask you anyways. "But yes, Taylor, what's got you so distracted?" You say, much to your amusement.
"Nothing much." She says and gives her mom a sweet smile. Suddenly her hand that was still on your inner-thigh made it's way under your lingerie, slowly stroking your folds. You gasped and let out a few coughs at the unexpected sensation.
You looked over at Taylor who looked so innocent and casual, as if nothing had just happened. "Is everything okay, darling?" She looked at you with concerned eyes and a smug smile. You smiled back and nodded your head.
"You like that, huh?" She whispers in your ear, her deepest voice making an appearance.
"You're such a tease."
"Rip the corner of your dress."
"What?!"
"Rip. it." She says, her deep demanding voice returning.
"Taylor, this is expensive."
"I'll buy you a hundred fucking more. Rip it, y/n" She spits out in a manner that sent shivers down your back. You took the corner of your dress with two hands and pulled it apart.
"What now?"
"Just follow my lead, darling." She says, her fingers still toying around your entrance. She held up the ripped corner with sad eyes, making sure her mom was paying attention.
"Y/n your dress ripped! C'mon darling, let's go see if there's anything we can do." You look at her with an unamused stare as she removes her hand from your underwear and reaches it out for you to take, wanting to lead you to the bathroom.
"No worries dear! I have a sewing kit on me." Andrea said, turning to look through her huge handbag.
"No need, mom. We'll be right back." Taylor says as she loses her patients, grabbing your hand and roughly pulling you away from the table.
"That was your fucking plan? This dress is 700$! Could you not have had something in your eye instead?"
"Who the fuck carries around a sewing kit!"
You reach the thankfully unoccupied bathroom and lock the door behind you. It was a luxurious and spacious one person bathroom, so you didn't have worry about fitting in a stall.
"Tayl-"
"Shut up." She says as she grabs your arms and pushes herself against you, her lips crashing onto yours with a hunger you have never felt before. She aggressively pushed your bodies against the wall, her knee pushing up to your core while you continued to passionately make out.
"Are you about to fuck me in a public restroom?"
"Wouldn't be the first time, pretty girl." She said before tapping your thigh, a signal that she wants you to jump. You wrapped your legs around her waist, you're caught between her and the wall. Your hands made their way to her hair and around her neck.
"I can't wait to finally touch you." Taylor says as she's leaving hickeys all over your neck, sucking and biting hard. Knowing there wasn't enough time to tease, she pulled down your wet underwear and shoved it in her pockets. She might be horny but not enough to get bathroom bacteria on your underwear.
She stroked your entrance before shoving in a finger. You arched your back, your head against the wall with your mouth hanging open. She entered a second one, moans escaped your lips before you could even try to pull yourself together.
Her lips were attacking your neck as her fingers pumped in and out of you at a fast pace, her fingers curling inside of you. You sloppily grinded against her fingers as you started to reach your high. She moved her lips to meet yours and passionately kissed you. She could feel your movements get slower and your walls get smaller. She sped up her pace and continued to heavily make out with you.
"Come for me, baby. I got you."
"Fuck! Tayl-" you moaned out as you started your high. Taylor helped you ride it out until you collapsed in her arms. "There you go, baby girl. You happy now?" She said with a little laugh, proud of her work.
"Oh no, Tay, we're doing more of this the second we get home. Help me clean up, the dessert is probably waiting."
"Oh fuck! Y/n! You made me forget about dessert! Ugh, couldn't you keep your horny-ness to yourself until after dessert? Now it's going to be all soggy!"
"Well then, I'll be dessert." You said as you gave her a little wink and left a small kiss to her lips. She carried you over to the counter space and helped you clean up. Once you looked presentable and tried to brush out your sex hair, you two walked out the bathroom and back to the table.
"So, did you get the dress fixed?" Andrea mentioned once you sat down.
"The dress? Oh- the dres- no- no, we couldn't find a solution for that one." Taylor tried to respond as casual as possible, failing horribly.
"Maybe if you kept your hands to yourself, you would've." Andrea said, both you and Taylor looking at each other with wide eyes.
"Mom! Wha-"
"Oh please, Taylor. She has 4 hickeys and red lipstick is all over her! I'm old, not stupid."
"Andrea! Ew! That's my daughter." Scott looked at Taylor with a horrified, disgusted face. "I did not need to know that."
"Guys, please stop." Taylor said with her head in her hands. Andrea was letting out a laugh and you couldn't help but join.
"Taylor you're 33, I'd be more concerned if you didn't have sex."
"Mom, seriously! Stop!"
"I agree with her, Andrea. Please change the subject." Taylor and Scott both felt like sinking in the ground underneath them.
"Baby, it's fine. I'm the one to blame anyways. Calm down." You said in hopes it would make Taylor feel better.
"I'm the one who did it to you! Anyways, you know what, we're done talking about this. Did we get the dessert yet? What happened to dessert?"
"Honey, your ice cream melted and your dad ate the brownie."
"Great, okay. I'm going to go pay for dinner."
After dinner was paid for and the goodbyes were said. You parted your ways with her parents. You could feel the tension in the car on your way home, her hand making it's way to the same dangerous spot on your thigh. It was going to be a long night.
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Okay so since this was a lot of talking and very little fucking do you guys want a part two? The second part would be the same evening but the continuation of them at home. 🤭 I'll probably start writing a part two so let me know if you guys want me to post it.
Writing smut is embarrassing but I'm just going to embrace it because y'all like it. (I do too it's okay)
This was requested like multiple times and I hope it was what you expected!!
Anyways I'm going to pretend I never wrote anything like this! Bye!
Requests are always open<3
