I want you. | Taylor Swift x Female Reader

Chapter 19: Iam sorry

Taylor was laying next to me, she wasn't as weak as before, but she had something in her mind. "Babe talk to me", I whispered in her ear.

A tear rolled down her skin before she turned her head around to look at me, her dead eyes meeting mine. "I failed Y/N", her voice was dry. "Why do you think that?" I crawled a bit closer, so our nosetips touched.

"You give me so much love and I treated you like air and now Iam to weak to even pleasure you or go for a walk", sadness filled her eyes.

"Babe I love you and we'll go together  through that, I don't care if we don't have sex at the moment or go for a walk, all that matters is you", I assured her. "But I want to have sex", she whined desperately.

I slipped my hand in her panties and pressed my lips onto hers. "I will give you a good time mommy", I whispered before sliding my fingers over her wet folds. My front pressed against her side as I started placing soft kisses all around her neck.

Taylors mouth escaped a muffled moan, the moment I touched her clit. Passionately I drew circles with my index finger around it. "Please baby", she moaned. Slowly I inserted a finger and started pumping.

Taylor was already shaking due to the sensations she felt. Her head rested on my arm as I kissed up to her jawline. I entered a second finger and curled my fingers. She arched her back and I could tell she was already close. "Are you cumming mommy?" I asked her with an innocent voice, like I wasn't fingers deep inside her.

"Y-yes make mommy cum", she said with a shaky breath, her nails scratched over the fabrics of my shirt as I brought her over the edge. Silent moans escaped her mouth as she rode out her orgasm.

Her cheeks had a pretty shape of red as she was finished. I licked my fingers clean; moaning at the sweet taste. "I want to make you feel good", she said, but I could tell that she was exhausted.

"I can ride your thigh if you want me to", I said with a smile. "Yes ride mommys thigh", she lifted herself up and rested her back against the headbord. I pulled her sweatpants of, aswell as mine.

Then I straddled her thigh and lowered myself on it. Her soft skin pressed against my throbbing pussy. "Now grind babygirl and look into my eyes", she demanded. Her fire Slowly coming back as I started moving.

I covered her thigh with my arousal. My hands gripped her back and I rested my forehead on her shoulder. Taylors hands tangled up in my hair, while she enjoyed the show infront of her.

"Iam close mommy", I moaned into her ear. "Then cum for mommy", she whispered. My back arched against her as I came on her thigh. "Y-yes mommy", I breathed as I collapsed next to her.

"Nu uh uh clean the mess you made", she said with a stern tone. So I did. I licked my arousal off her thigh. Her hand gripping my neck so she had more control over me.

Afterwards she pulled me into a hug. "Good girl", she tugged my earlobe. "Do you wanna take a bath?" I asked her. She gave me a smile, so I lifted her up, and carried her to our pool. We undressed and went in it. Taylor had her arms wrapped thight around me as we enjoyed the view.

My head rested gently on her shoulder as I breathed in her scent, something so familiar, so undeniably hers. "We never did our Paris trip," I whispered, my fingers delicately weaving through Taylor’s hair, the way I knew she liked. 

Her shoulders slumped as she sighed, a heaviness in her voice. "Well, there’s still time. We could do it now? I mean... I can’t go to work like this. Honestly, I doubt I even have work anymore." Her voice cracked, and her next words came out barely above a whisper. "I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve better. Every time there’s even a sliver of hope, I manage to ruin it. I always ruin it." 

A single tear slid down her cheek, and my heart ached seeing her like this. "No, no, no," I said softly, tilting her chin so I could meet her eyes. My hands cupped her face, my thumbs gently brushing away her tears as they fell. "Taylor, look at me." 

Our eyes locked, and I spoke with all the love I could muster. "We’re just going through a rough patch, that’s all. And you know what? That’s okay. It’s normal. I’m not going anywhere, Taylor. I’ll always love you. Always." 

She let out a shaky breath, and I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that was far too short but spoke volumes. Pulling back, I offered her a small smile. "Let’s get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow, we’ll pack our bags and go on that vacation. How does that sound? Just you and me." 

But instead of answering, her face crumpled, and the tears came again, harder this time. She sobbed as if years of pain and guilt were pouring out all at once, and it broke me to see her like this. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her as close as I could. "I know it’s hard," I whispered, stroking her back in soothing circles. "I know. But I’m here. I’m here for you, Taylor. Always." 

Her sobs eventually quieted, her breathing evening out against my chest. Gently, I helped her out of the pool, water dripping from her fragile frame. The sharpness of her collarbones and the way her clothes seemed to hang off her almost broke me. She’d lost so much weight, and I couldn’t let her get sick. Not now. Not ever. 

We changed into the coziest clothes we could find, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the raw emotions of the night. Once we climbed into bed, I pulled her into me, cradling her as if she might shatter if I let go. Her body fit into mine perfectly, but she felt so small, so fragile, like she might slip away if I didn’t hold on tightly enough. 

I pressed my lips to her temple, whispering softly. "You’re safe with me. You always will be." As she finally drifted to sleep, I stayed awake a little longer, my arms wrapped around her, silently vowing to be her strength until she could find her own again.