Taylor Swift Imagines || GXG ||

A/N: I'M BACK!! The new TTPD outfit had me SCREAMING at 1 a.m, literally so much happened I couldn't resist. So, this book is back and requests are open again. I hope you all like it :)

Warning: Smut

Fingering
Strap-on
Mommy kink
Degradation kink
Pet Names:
Slut

Word Count: 1.2k+
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You were a goner.

Taylor and you had been friends ever since she released 'Reputation.' You both met at a Grammys Afterparty where you ended up getting way too drunk, and Taylor, being the nice person she is, helped you out and took care of you.

Over your time together as friends, you would always want to be near her, to have her validation, to crave her attention. You loved it when you were the first person she'd play her albums to, or go to when she needed advice.

You were both stupid, and so obviously in love with each other, Jack would say it was painful to be in a room with you two because you both would always send each other longing glances when the other wasn't looking.

Finally, after much nudging from Jack, Taylor approached you, told you her feelings, and asked you to be her girlfriend. The first date was magnificent and you two fell in love instantly.

Now, three years later, you're standing in the VIP tent watching the love of your life perform for the people she loves so much. That was, until..

Your jaw dropped. She dropped her beautiful white gown, and revealed a black outfit underneath. It looked quite like the 1989 outfit, but sexier. She looked exactly at you, and winked and you knew you were a goner.

The performance went on, the crowd roared, the people behind you filming you to capture your reactions, but you were frozen. You couldn't think straight, all you could think about was how much you needed her right then.

Your face was flushed, and you were blushing hardcore. Only God knows how you made it through Vigilante Shit.

The show ended, and you had to wait some time before meeting her so that she could change. Regardless, a few minutes later, you slipped into her changing room. You just had to see her, you had to let her know.

Taylor and you were quite sexually active, both of you loved to explore new things together. Whether it was going to new clubs, trying on new toys or experimenting with role play, you both would do it all.

When you entered the room, the lights were off, making you confused. But, before you could do anything, you felt a muscular arm wrap your waist from behind and press your body against the door.

Taylor.

She pressed herself against you, your face against the door.

You gasped, something was pushing itself against your lower back. Your face went red as you realized she was wearing a strap. "T-Taylor.." you tried whimpering out.

"That's not my name now, is it?" She tutted, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. It made you squirm, softly whimpering out, "S-sorry, mommy.."

She chuckled, "You're surprised, aren't you? That's right baby, I had the strap on, all throughout the Tortured Poets and Midnights set."

You gasped, face flushing, God, you were fucked. "Please.." you whispered, your voice barely audible. Taylor laughed and spun you around, pinning you against the door. There was little light in the room, but from what you could make out, she was wearing that black outfit.

Fuck, you thought, almost drooling at how good she looked. "I saw the way you were looking at me, baby," she chuckled. You were down bad for her, and she knew it and took it to her full advantage.

She trailed a finger down to your chest, "Now, what do we do about this?" She points to your hardened nipple, earning a whimper. Taylor wasted no time in taking off your shirt and unclasping your bra.

"Unfair, I wanna see you too," you begin to whine but quickly shut up as soon as you see her face. She smirks at you, leaning in and taking one of your nipples in her mouth. She swirled it around her tongue, earning a soft moan from you.

Her hands went to your hips, squeezing softly, before picking you up, fastening them under your thighs. You gasped, "Oh, mommy.." to which she smirked, still working on your nipple as she carried you both to a couch she had. She liked to take her time picking outfits, hence her changing room had a lot of basic furniture like a couch, a fridge, even a bed for some reason.

She slammed you onto the couch, getting on top of you. You closed your eyes, feeling her lips on your neck, marking you up. You squirmed in your place, making her growl. "Patience, slut."

As soon as her mouth reached your nipples, you let out a moan, entangling your hands in her hair. She was in a rush this time, knowing you both had to leave some time soon.

Taking off your pants, she smirked at your ruined underwear. She loved seeing how much she riled you up, it turned her on so much. Before you could whine, she ripped your underwear off, literally.

She promised to buy you new ones, of course, the thought of you two buying panties at a shop itself made you blush. Before you could reply, she entered a finger in you, making you gasp out.

"Oh, God," you moaned softly, feeling her softly thrusting another finger in you. Your hips bucked, to which she used her other hand to keep you still. Your eyes closed and your back arched slightly, you needed her.

You weren't afraid to beg, of course.

"Mommy, ple- oh, shit," you moaned loudly as her fingers curled inside you, hitting the right spot. Taylor knew your body inside out (quite literally) and she knew exactly what made you scream, to which she took her full advantage.

You arched your back, pressing your breasts against her, making her go feral. She was always weak for your breasts, she loved them so much. Growling, she took a nipple in her mouth as you exhaled shakily, hands tugging at her hair, making her more aggressive.

"I- I'm going to-" Taylor knew exactly what you were going to say, and she let you cum, helping you ride out your high as your moans were endless. Whimpering, you sunk into the couch, exhausted. Little did you know, Taylor had other plans.

"That was only a warmup, baby," she whispered in your ear before slamming her strap on into you. You were so busy screaming in pleasure, you never even realized when her bottoms came off. It made you almost scream, she was using the biggest one on you.

"You like that, slut? Knowing I'm the only one who gets you like this, knowing you belong to me and that no one can make you scream like I do?" Taylor whispered sultrily in your ear, her voice hoarse. You nodded vigorously, beginning to bounce back on her strap.

She was driving you crazy and you couldn't last longer. Moaning into her ear, you came, Taylor growling at the mess you made. She pulled out slowly after, chuckling at your disheveled state.

Jack was in the bathroom the entire time and never stopped making fun of you.