Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off
Taylor Swift x fem!reader smut
warnings: smut, oral(r!receiving), fingering(r!receiving), thigh/knee riding(r!receiving), fem!reader
summary: Taylor wasn't expecting you at her show, as you had dinner planned with your parents. But, in a turn of events when your dad gets the flu, you buy a dress to surprise her with at her concert. After that, she can't keep her hands off you.
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Taylor frolicked around the stage, her body boneless as she flowed like wind. It was muscle memory at this point, the way she moved.
You weren’t meant to show up at tonight's show, you had a dinner with your family, since she was touring in your hometown. But, your dad got the flu earlier this morning, so they cancelled on you and said they’d arrange something soon. So, without telling Taylor, you bid her goodbye, telling her you were meeting up for dinner, when you went shopping.
Your eyes scanned the racks, trying to decide on a dress for tonight's show. Finally, one caught your eye, a dark red one. Red was Taylor’s favourite colour, and as soon as you tried it on, you knew she would love it. You bought the dress, went home to get ready, and headed straight to her concert.
You knew she was about an hour in already, and when you showed up, they let you into the VIP tent.
Taylor was halfway through a song, one that was an earlier release, and from a previous album. As she went on, singing as she swayed back and forth, she scanned the stage and saw you in the VIP tent. Her eyes lit up.
She had to keep her cool, but she was screaming internally, ecstatic to see you there. She sang the words to you, a smile present on her face, a soft light blush appearing on her cheeks.
She kept going as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but every time she got a chance, she would look over at you, grinning every time. She even messed up a few times, giggling a bit at herself every time she glanced back at you and caught your eye.
She tried to be subtle, but her movements were a bit more exaggerated, the way she moved her hips being more obvious now. She knew that every movement, every wink, every sway, was driving you absolutely insane.
She wrapped up the song soon, breathing heavily. It was the last song of the night, and she was still riding the high from the start to finish. She was still a little out of breath from moving on the stage.
"Thank you guys for coming out tonight, you guys are so amazing."
The band played and gave it their very all as her and all her backup dancers and singers exited the stage for their final time tonight.
As soon as it hit the very second she walked backstage, her breathing steadied, her face flushed from the adrenaline. She took a few seconds to regain herself after all the excitement, and she saw you waiting.
Taylor's eyes widened when she saw you, her heart fluttering as she saw the state you were in. Not only were you already perfect, but in the dress you had picked, she could barely keep herself from screaming and jumping on you right then and there.
“What are you doing here!” she shrieked in excitement as she ran over towards you, wrapping her arms around your neck.
She held you tight, pressing her body into yours as she buried herself in you. She looked down at the dress you were wearing, her lips parting. She was struggling to keep her breath steady as she took in the sight of you, her hands gently moving to your hips.
“You look…” she breathed, licking her lips as her eyes raked your body. Taylor was biting her lip already, trying to contain herself. “You look so good, you know I love you in red.” Her hand slid across your chest, her fingers trailing down to your hips.
“Hmm why thank you…” you responded to her, interlocking your fingers with hers.
“I have half a mind to drag you to the nearest closet and show you just how much I love this dress.” she purred, her chest just inches from yours, her body flush against you.
“Well, we can’t have you doing that, can we?” you giggle to her “How about you get all packed up for the night, and we’ll go back to the hotel, yeah?” you propose the idea.
She sighs, knowing you’ve got a point, but can’t help feeling like a spoiled child when you tell her no. “Fineeee.” She drags out the syllable in such a dramatic fashion, before she steps away from you, giving you the perfect view of her from behind, as she starts to pack her things up into her bag.
As she stuffs her things away, Taylor turns to look at you, her eyes once again falling upon the dress. Her heart fluttered. After a few moments, she was done packing, her bag in one her as she took you by the hand.
As soon as she pulled you close to her, she was gripping your hips, her eyes moving from your lips to your eyes, over and over again, her thoughts clouded with you.
“Let’s goooo” you say in a sing-song like voice, tugging her hand towards the exit. As you two made your way out from underneath the stage, the remaining crowds in the stands cheered. She gave them a wave and a sweet smile, thanking them once again for coming to her show. You two ran towards the car, fingers intertwined, as you leaped into the backseat.
Taylor was sitting as close as she could get to you, her body pressed against yours. She kept a tight grip on your hand, her thumb running over your knuckles. It was obvious that she was still struggling to keep her breathing steady, the excitement from the show, and her desire for you, clearly still consuming her.
She leaned her head on your shoulder, her breath hot on your skin as she nuzzled into your neck, a soft whimper escaping her lips. One of her hands slipped around your waist, sliding up and down, gently caressing your hip, her legs crossing over one another as she tried to distract herself.
“It’s only a few minutes, Tay…” you attempt to sooth her.
She groaned in annoyance at your words, even though she knew they were true. She was never very good with patience, and she always got worked up like this after a show, this was no different.
“A few minutes is forever when I just want to get you alone.” she whined, her hand gripping your hip a bit tighter.
She gently pressed open mouthed kisses to your collarbone and neck, as best she could while moving in the car, her breathing hot and ragged. She wasn’t thinking straight right now, all she could think about was the feeling of your body against hers, and how badly she just wanted to be with you.
“Tay…” you breathlessly say out as the driver pulls into the hotel where you two are staying.
As soon as your car comes to a stop, Taylor is throwing the door open. She gives the driver a quick thank you, before she’s grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the car with her, her pace quick as she practically drags you through the lobby and into the elevator.
The elevator seems to move slower than normal, and Taylor’s patience is growing shorter and shorter with each passing second. Her hand is gripping yours hard, her eyes trained on you. She’s biting her lip again, the elevator ride suddenly seeming like an unbearable wait for her. “Come on, come on…” she mumbles under her breath, the elevator’s speed not nearly fast enough for her right now.
As soon as the elevator doors open, Taylor is practically pulling you out into the hallway and towards your room. She has the key ready, fumbling with the door for a few moments, before it finally opens, and she's pulling you into the room with her, shutting the door behind her with a thud.
As soon as the door closes, she’s already on you, shoving you up against the door, her arms on either side of you, pinning you in place. Her breathing is harsh and ragged, her eyes raking up and down your body, taking in every last inch of you in that dress.
“Did you buy this just for me?”
“Only bought it so you could take it off,” you tease with a shrug of your shoulders, referencing a lyric of hers.
Taylor’s lips parted, her gaze darkening as she took in your words. A smirk appeared on her face, and she moved forward, her body pressing up against yours. Her hand found your hip, grasping at the red fabric of the dress, her hand slowly gliding up and down your body.
“Oh, I’m gonna do a lot more than just take it off.”
She leaned in close, her mouth hovering just millimeters from yours, her hand gripping your hip hard enough to dig her nails into you. “I’m gonna ruin this dress.” She whispered, her eyes falling on your lips, her own mouth curling into a smirk.
Without another word, her mouth was on yours, hungrily. It was like she couldn’t get enough of you, like she couldn’t get you close enough. The kiss was needy and messy, a clear sign of how badly she wanted you right now. Her body was pressed flush against yours, her tongue sliding over your lip desperately.
Her hands slid up and down your body, her fingers digging into your skin, desperate for the feeling of flesh on flesh. She’s letting out little whimpers into the kiss, her body flush against yours, her hips grinding against you subtly, the action an attempt to relieve some of the need building in her body.
She finally pulls away, her breathing heavy, her eyes darting all over your face, taking in every inch of you. Her hands keep moving, running down your sides, fingers slipping under the dress to gently caress your thighs. Her voice is low and shaky when she finally speaks.
“You have no idea how insane you drive me, how much I need you right now.”
“Well I’m not exactly saying no, am I?”
Taylor groans, her lips finding your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. Her fingers curled tighter into the fabric of the dress as her mouth works down your neck, leaving little marks here and there. She bites down just enough to get a soft moan out of you, gently sucking the spot she just bit to make a mark.
Taylor grabs your hand, yanking you off the door, and pulls you over towards the bed. She pushes you down, the backs of your knees meeting the edge of the bed as your legs give way, and she straddles you, her hands running down your body.
She leans down, her mouth by your ear, and her hands continue to trail down, moving to the hem of the dress. She’s tracing the edge of it with her fingertips, a smirk on her face.
She’s taking her time, knowing full well how much it’s driving you crazy. Every touch of her hands feels like fire against you, the way her fingers just gently graze your skin sending a shiver up your body. She’s taking her time, and she likes it.
“God, this dress is too gorgeous on you.” she purrs, her hands slowly inching the dress up your thighs.
“I knew you’d like it…” you reply breathlessly.
She smiles, her hands gently gripping your thighs, her eyes trailing up the length of your body, admiring every inch of the dress.
“You always look amazing, but this…” she trails off, her voice shaky as she tries to find the words.
“This is driving me crazy.”
She’s slowly moving her hands up, the dress gathering around your waist. Her mouth is at your neck, kissing and biting the skin, her tongue working its way over you.
Taylor's fingers toy with the edges of lace panties she finds there, her hips grinding down into you subtly. Her lips find their way to yours again, her tongue slipping into your mouth as her hands continue to wander.
She can tell how badly you want her, how much you need her, but she wants to get you even more worked up. She takes her time, slowly moving the dress up your body just enough to expose your torso, her hands gently caressing the newly exposed skin.
“You’re so good to me, I need you so bad right now.” she murmurs into your neck, another small bite to the sensitive skin.
You hum intently into the kiss, feeling her everywhere, “Please,” you plead for her to do something. Anything.
Taylor’s hands grip your hips hard when you plead to her, her fingers digging into the bare skin, leaving red marks behind. Her breathing hitches, your begging getting to her just as expected.
“Please what?” she murmurs, her lips by your ear.
“You know exactly what.” you groan in frustration.
A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she hears your plea. She’s enjoying every second of this, the way you're begging for her, desperate for her to touch you. She knows exactly what you need, but she wants you to beg for it even more. She wants to drag this out.
"I want to hear you say it."
“Please touch me, Tay” you ask her.
Taylor's eyes darkened as the words left your lips. Her breath was heavy, her body flush against yours, her own need for you growing almost unbearable. She wanted to tease you some more, keep you on the edge, but when you begged her, she knew she couldn’t keep this up.
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” she whispered, her mouth crashing into yours once more, hungrily.
Her hands slid up your body, sliding under the dress before her hand found its way to your chest, a gasp escaping your lips as her thumb ran over your hard nipple.
Taylor was moving quickly now, knowing how desperate you were for her. She didn't want to make you wait any longer, not when she could hear the need in your voice, the way you were begging for her.
She pulled the dress up over your head and tossed it aside, her eyes immediately taking in the sight of you in nothing but lace panties and her favorite color.
“You look so pretty in red.” she murmured, her eyes roaming over you, taking in every inch of your body. Her hands found their way back to your inner thighs, her fingernails grazing the skin delicately.
She pressed her body flush against yours, one of her legs sliding between yours, her knee pressing up against you. She leaned down to whisper into your ear, her breath hot against your skin.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Oh, fuck…” you slightly moan as her knee presses against you, the much needed friction hitting you in the right place.
You nod frantically, “Yes, Taylor, please…” you respond to her.
A soft hum vibrates through her throat as she hears your words, hearing you needing her so badly was almost too much. Her mouth finds your neck, making her way down to your shoulder, her own breathing growing heavier.
“I love it when you ask so nicely.” She whispered against your skin, her knee pressing up even harder, making sure to get the perfect angle to make you moan for her.
She’s moving her mouth all over you, kissing and nipping at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. Her hands are moving with her mouth, her soft fingers dancing over your body, making you shiver.
Taylor’s knee is pressing up even more, desperate to hear more of those little moans escape your lips, wanting to hear just how bad you need her as badly as she needs you right now.
“Fuck, Tay” you whimper out, “Do more, please. Stop teasing.”
Taylor’s eyes darkened, hearing you beg for her to do more, to stop teasing you. How could she refuse when you were pleading for her like that, she didn’t want either of you to wait anymore.
“You want me to stop teasing?” she practically purred, her knee pressing against you even more, just to hear that cute little whimper out of you again before she finally gave in to your pleads.
She pushed you down even further onto the bed, her body leaning over yours, her hips slowly grinding down into you. She leaned down to your ear again, her hot breath falling over your skin as she began to speak, her voice low and hoarse.
“You want me to touch you? You want me to make you feel good?” her hand was running its way up your thigh again, higher and higher with each passing moment.
“Yeah…” you almost plead.
Taylor’s hand slips between your legs, her fingers playing gently over the lace of your panties, barely touching you. She’s just toying with you right now, hearing your pleading moans and whimpers, loving the way you’re under her, like you’re just at her mercy completely.
“Is this what you want?” she practically whispered against the skin of your neck, nipping it gently.
“Mhm…” you react to her touch.
Taylor’s touch gets a bit rougher, still gently tracing the edge of your lace panties, the thin fabric the only thing keeping her from touching you the way you really want her to, the way you’re practically begging her to do.
She loves seeing you like this, pleading for her, under her, completely at her mercy. Her hand finally slides underneath the lace, her fingers gliding gently over your skin, hearing the little whimpers as she teases you.
Her teeth graze your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, her tongue leaving little chills against you. Her fingers are working against you now, slipping through your slick folds, rubbing and pressing all the right places.
She loves being the cause of these soft little sounds, the moans and whimpers, the way your body is pressed against hers, writhing under her every touch. She can hear how badly you need her, and she’s just taking her time with you, enjoying how much she’s driving you crazy right now.
Her fingers press up against your clit, her touch rougher now, wanting to hear how much her touch is affecting you, hearing your little whimpers and moans.
Taylor’s watching every single reaction you make. The little gasps, the way your body is arching up into her touch, the way you’re moaning her name, she loves it. She loves seeing you come undone under her, it’s one of her favorite things. She’s relentless with her touch, her fingers rubbing and pressing against that sensitive little bud, desperate to make you come apart completely for her.
One of her fingers dips to trace your gaping hole, preparing you before slowly pushing one in. She curls it, hitting your wall just right.
You can practically feel her smile against your neck as she hears the sounds she’s pulling out of you. She loves hearing you moan for her, beg for her, the way you’re practically falling apart from her touch, how you’re practically at her mercy. You’re just exactly where she wanted you.
She slowly slides a second finger into you, her mouth gently nipping and sucking at your neck, her pace fast and deliberate, wanting you to get closer and closer.
“Shit!” you gasp as she adds the second finger, rutting your hips up into her hand, almost fucking yourself onto her.
Your little gasp and the way you grind your hips against her hand are almost too much for Taylor as her own body is aching, wanting to touch you everywhere, but she’s too focused on the way you’re falling apart for her right now.
“You like that?” she murmurs against your neck, her fingers curling and pumping into you, wanting to hear you moan for her more, needing to hear your pleading words.
“Yeah… you’re too good- fuck… to me, baby.”
Taylor’s lips find yours again, hungrily, kissing you fiercely as her fingers keep moving, pumping into you perfectly. She wants to make you feel good, she loves hearing how good she’s making you feel. The little gasps that are escaping your lips are just perfect to her.
She pulls her lips from your, her mouth by your ear as she whispered, “You’re all mine,” her fingers picking up the pace, wanting to hear you come undone for her.
Her head removes itself from your head, moving down your body. She reaches your panties, already pulled to the side, as she kitten licks your clit.
Taylor's tongue is working over you quickly, wanting to hear those moans and gasps fall from your lips. Her tongue knows just how to get you going.
Taylor’s grip on your thighs get tighter as she hears you moaning her name, loving just how good she’s making you feel. She’s working over your clit, her tongue hitting every sensitive place that makes your hips jerk up into her mouth.
She removes her mouth for a second, spitting on your pussy, then coming down and licking a flat stripe upon it. She flicks her tongue for a few seconds before puckering her mouth and sucking on your clit.
Taylor knows all of your weak spots, how to get you to fall completely to pieces with her tongue working over you, your moans and gasps growing louder by the second.
You hand darts out as you intertwine your fingers in her golden hair. Your hips rock against her fingers working inside of you and her mouth on your pussy, desperate to come.
Your fingers in her hair are sending tingles down Taylor’s spine, she loves how much you’re needing them everywhere on you right now, how you’re holding on to her, like you can’t get enough of her hands. She can hear you, she’s taking you right to the edge.
She can hear your breathing getting heavier, almost faster, the little whimpers and gasps escaping your lips between moans of her name, and it’s all she needs. She’s right there with you, so close to the edge, and all she needs is to hear you fall apart for her.
“Oh, fuck! Tay I’m so, so, so close! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop!” you pathetically whine out.
Taylor’s head dives back down between your legs, not stopping for anything. Her tongue is working over you, wanting to hear you come apart, needing to hear you come apart.
The grip of your fingers in her hair is getting tighter, and she can tell you’re right there, on the very edge, about to fall over, and she’s desperate to hear it, she’s desperate to hear her name falling from your lips as you come.
“Holy shit I’m gonna come…” you whip your head back and squeeze your eyes shut, her pace on you continuing to be relentless.
All Taylor can hear now is the sound of you moaning her name, desperate, pleading for her to continue as you’re right on the edge, about to come. Her pace is picking up, her hand gripped tight around your thighs, your legs beginning to shake just a little under her touch. She can hear you growing louder, the sound of her name falling from your lips just so beautiful to her.
“Tay!” you scream as you feel your legs start to shake more aggressively, your orgasm overtaking you.
Taylor’s eyes dart up to watch you fall apart. The sound of her name leaving your lips as you come is absolutely perfect to her, hearing and seeing just how good she’s made you feel, how the pleasure is overtaking you. You sound so beautiful like this, she loves every second of it. She slows down her fingers, still keeping her mouth on you, wanting to get every last moan she can out of you before she finally pulls away.
She’s gently kissing your inner thighs as she feels your body shaking, feeling the aftershocks as you slowly come down from your orgasm. She gently pulls her fingers from you, her lips making their way back up your body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses against your skin as she moves upward.
“Oh, fuck…” you say breathlessly, coming down.
Taylor's smiling against the skin of your neck with your words, still planting soft kisses all over your body. Her fingers trace delicately along your skin, feeling the way you shudder slightly with her touch. She's so happy knowing how good she's made you feel, she loves hearing you still trying to catch your breath.
Her lips finally reach yours, gently capturing them in a kiss, soft and sweet. Her hands are still on your skin, pulling your body closer to hers. She pulls away for a moment, her forehead resting against yours, her eyes closed, a soft smile on her face.
She’s enjoying this, being tangled up with you, just feeling you against her. There’s no rush, no need to do anything more right now. She’s happy just laying here with you, her fingers tracing circles lightly on your back, taking in the moment.
“So…” she starts, “You only bought the dress for me to take it off?"
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