Taylor Swift Imagines - Book Five (gxg)

a special performance of vigilante s!it (requested)

"Taylor? What's going on?" You asked with a chuckle as your girlfriend guided you into the bedroom.

She stopped walking once you were in the room and noticed the kitchen chair in the middle of the room.

"What's this?" You asked as you gazed at your girlfriend in confusion.

"Sit."

You did as she said, sitting on the chair without any hesitation.

You just arrived home from a long and stressful day but Taylor insisted that she had something to make it all better.

You couldn't help but wonder what she had up her sleeve with this chair as well as the long jacket that she had on that was tied, covering whatever she had on.

She came up behind you and gathered your hair in her hands gently before moving it aside.

She leaned in to kiss your neck, her lips just barely brushing against your skin.

Your breath hitched and a shiver ran down your spine as her warm breath fanned against your skin.

"I've seen you watching and hearting a lot of my vigilante shit performances. You like it, don't you?"

Your heart was starting to hammer against your chest as she trailed her fingers along your collarbones.

"How could I not? Tay, it's such a hot performance. You don't even know how incredibly hot you are. It makes me so weak."

"Yeah?" She asked with a smirk. "I know, darling. That's why I'm doing something special just for you."

She moved to stand in front of you as a smirk appeared on her lips.

"Really? What?" You curiously asked.

She took off her jacket and it hit the floor, revealing Taylor's outfit.

It was the same one she wears on tour for the performance and you couldn't help but melt over the sight.

"You're getting a special performance of vigilante shit, baby girl. A performance just for you, for your eyes only."

She smirked and grabbed her phone and after tapping her phone screen, the song blasted through the speakers in the bedroom.

Your heart had been pounding when she was behind you but now it was about to burst.

You love the song so much and you love the performance but you're used to seeing it in a stadium with tens of thousands of people surrounding you.

But today, you're in the privacy of your' and Taylor's home, getting the performance of a lifetime, and you can enjoy every second of it to the fullest.

Taylor sang along to the song and drove you crazy for the first minute of it but when she stepped closer to you, you knew it was about to get even more intense.

You couldn't look away and, honestly, why would you even want to?

Taylor smirked as she put her foot on the edge of the chair.

"And she looks so pretty," Taylor sang, emphasizing the word as she stared at you. "Driving in your Benz. Lately, she's been dressing for revenge."

And from there, it only got more incredible.

You could barely breathe, your heart was racing, and you couldn't focus on anything but your super hot girlfriend as she slowly sat down on your lap.

"She don't start shit but she can tell you how it ends. Don't get sad, get even." She sang and smirked.

She was so close to you, her skin touching yours.

She leaned in, her lips so close that her breath fanned against your lips, and you almost felt as though you might pass out.

Taylor is so hot that it's hard to handle.

You find her to be the most gorgeous girl to ever exist when she's just in her sweats and a cozy shirt with her hair a little messy and her face bare.

She's just as gorgeous now but being this close to her and getting such an intimate and special performance of your favorite song from the tour was just so... hot.

"So on the weekends, she don't dress for friends. Lately, she's been dressing for revenge."

She slowly stood up and she arched her back slightly, smirking when she saw you staring at her butt the entire time.

Then, she sat down on your lap again, this time with her back against your chest.

"Ladies always rise above, ladies know what people want. Someone sweet and kind and fun. The lady simply had enough."

She stretched her leg out and you couldn't help but stare at her thighs.

"While he was doing lines and crossing all of mine, someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI."

You swear you were about to burst as she leaned against you, inching her thighs apart as she continued to sing.

"I don't dress for villains or for innocents. I'm on my vigilante shit again." She said as she stood up once more, swaying her hips.

She finished the rest of the song with a smirk on her face and when she was finished, she turned the music off and stared at you.

"So... how was that?"

You were speechless for a moment, just gazing at her in awe.

"Did you like it, baby?"

"Taylor..." You breathlessly spoke. "That was just... damn."

She giggled and then sat back down on your lap as she cupped your cheeks and stared into your eyes.

"You're my number one fan. You deserve it, darling."

You put your lips on hers and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"I love you so much." You spoke against her lips.

And she smiled as she kissed you back.

"I love you even more, baby girl."