I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

New Controversy (Requested)

butch reader :D (you're taller than she is)

requested by someone somewhere

The roar of the crowd outside is deafening, even through the thick walls of your girlfriend's dressing room. You can still hear them chanting Taylor's name, their joined voices echoing through the backstage corridors like an unstoppable tide.

You're perched on the couch's armrest, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, waiting for her. Usually, you would be out there, cheering her on, but tonight you're not feeling very well, and Taylor insisted you stay in. You're waiting for her to come in after the show since the Midnights set is halfway done.

But then the door flies open.

Taylor sweeps in like a storm, face flushed, breathless; her chest is rising and falling quickly beneath the shimmering bodysuit clinging to her frame, her hands gripping the fabric near her hip in frustration. "Fucking---costume department is gonna hear from me later," she mutters, twisting slightly to check the damage in the full-length mirror.

"Of all the times for this to happen!" she exclaims in annoyance, reaching for the emergency sewing kit on the vanity.

You glance up at her, spotting the problem instantly. One of the side seams has completely split, leaving a dangerous glimpse of bare skin exposed beneath the thousands of tiny crystals and sequins.

Your lips curl into a slow smirk as you stand up, crossing the room toward her. You had almost forgotten how hot she looks in that bodysuit. "Well," you murmur, tilting your head, eyes dragging over her body like you have all the time in the world. "You look hot as fuck, at least."

Taylor barely has any time to roll her eyes before your hands slide over her waist, pulling her closer.

"Not the time, babe," she whispers, but her voice holds no conviction. She lets out a soft sigh as your hands come down to the apex of her thighs.

"Really?" You lean in, brushing your lips over the shell of her ear. "Because I think I just heard you gasp."

Her breath hitches, and your grin deepens. The stadium noise outside is nothing compared to the way she's melting against you, her hands resting lightly on your arms, not pushing you away.

Taylor lets out a short, breathless laugh, shaking her head. "Not now, baby," she whispers, but still doesn't step away.

Your hands slip from her navel to her hips, gently turning her to face you. Your hands slip up to her waist, steadying her as you lean in. The stadium still roars outside, but inside, it's just the two of you. You press a slow, teasing kiss to her lips, feeling the way her breath hitches.

A small, quiet moan escapes her, just enough to make you smile against her lips.

Somewhere beyond the haze of the moment, muffled voices echo from the hallway. Her team is calling her name. But she isn't listening.

Your lips trail down her jawline, teasing, until you reach the soft curve of her neck. She lets out a shuddered breath as you press a slow, deliberate kiss there, and just as you begin to suck---

"No marks, baby," she warns, voice hushed but firm.

You sigh in exaggerated sadness before giving her another soft kiss on the neck, resorting to gentle licking instead of sucking.

Taylor exhales shakily, her fingers tightening in your hair. "You're such a tease," she whispers, but her tone has no real complaint---just a breathless, desperate edge that only makes you want to push her further.

Your hands slide lower, fingers grazing the smooth fabric stretched over her thighs. She shivers under your touch, pressing just slightly into you.

"Baby," she breathes, barely audible over the roar of the stadium outside.