I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

I Can Do It With a Vibrator Inside Me (Requested)

the title is cringe but the other option was Vibrator Shit so you can all pick

requested by anon on insta

Taylor whines as you urge her to get out of bed.

"Baby," you chuckle, rolling your eyes fondly, "you have a show to do."

Your girlfriend gives another whine, accompanied by a pout up at you. "Sore," she murmurs, burying her face back in your chest.

You're both still slightly sweaty, clothes heaven knows where on the rug.

"Baby," you say again, gentler this time, as you lead her to sit up.

You lean against the headboard, Taylor sitting on your lap. She pushes her face into your neck, already shifting to grind against one of your thighs.

"Taylor," you warn.

She's just had three orgasms in a row, and you know how sensitive and vulnerable she gets after more than one, so her doing this means she's either drunk or trying to distract you from the impending show, which is in thirty minutes.

Your phones are buzzing with calls from the Starlights, the band, Lorrie, and Tree.

Taylor has managed to convince you not to answer for long enough, so, even as she's moaning softly into your neck and continuously moving her hips against you, you pick up your phone and answer the current call you're getting from Tree and tell her Taylor will be there soon.

You let Taylor bring herself to a mind-shattering orgasm one last time before ushering her into the bathroom to clean up.

ⅩⅢ

When you two arrive at the stadium, Taylor is---much to Tree's suspicion---giggling uncontrollably and limping.

Why?

Well, it's your and your girlfriend's little secret, but, as compensation for the so-called dissatisfaction you left her with, you had pushed a discreet, remote-controlled vibrator into her before she got into her pre-show clothes.

You're going to let it tease her throughout the show, bring her to the edge, and then pull her back. It serves her right for not listening.

And the limping is self-explanatory.

You brush the giggling off to Tree but do not comment on the limping. And the hickeys on her shoulder blades and collarbone.

Fortunately, Lorrie was able to cover them all up before Taylor's cue.

ⅩⅢ

As Cruel Summer starts to play, Taylor catches your eye in the crowd.

You offer a seemingly innocent smile, your finger tapping your phone screen to discreetly activate the vibrator, setting it on low.

Her breath hitches immediately, and her voice falters just slightly.

You can't help but grin, tapping the button again, raising the intensity just enough to see her knees almost buckle beneath her.

She shoots you a brief glare, but quickly recovers, returning to her performance.

Throughout the song, Taylor does her best to maintain composure. The faint quiver in her voice, however, betrays her. It's a subtle thing, but to anyone who knows her as well as you do, it's unmistakable. Her professionalism impresses you, even as you continue to toy with her in the most deliciously wicked way.