Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

G!P Taylor, Smut warning
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It was just another day, like any other. I sold my body to survive, struggling to put food on the table.

As I finished changing in the dressing room, I couldn’t help but reflect on the mistakes I made daily. Old men groped me, treating me like I was nothing more than an object. And perhaps I truly was nothing—at least, that’s how it felt.

I stepped into the bar, scanning the room. My gaze suddenly locked onto a pair of striking blue eyes. To my astonishment, it was Taylor Swift, sitting alone.

With newfound confidence, I approached her, maintaining eye contact the entire way. When I reached her, I settled into her lap. Her hands found my waist, and a playful smirk danced on her lips.

“Hello, beautiful,” she whispered into my ear. I smiled, resting my arms over her shoulders. “What brings you here all alone? ” I asked before planting a soft kiss on her neck. “My boyfriend cheated on me,” she purred, her hands sliding down to my backside.

“So, you’re looking to relieve some stress? Channel that anger? ” I teased, biting gently on her earlobe and eliciting a soft moan. “I guess I am,” she replied, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as her lips grazed my neck.

“How much? ” she inquired, her tone laced with intrigue. “It depends on how well you let me please you,” I countered, my hands exploring her curves. “Oh no, I’ll be the one to take charge,” Taylor said firmly, sending shivers down my spine.

“I’ll make you my submissive, and in return, I’ll rescue you from this place,” she declared. My eyes widened at her proposition. The thought of being with Taylor Swift was tempting—an opportunity I couldn’t refuse.

Seeing the eagerness in my expression, Taylor smiled and instructed, “Stand up. ” I complied, and she wrapped her coat around me, taking my hand. With her guiding me, we made our way to the back entrance where a sleek black SUV awaited.

Taylor pulled me onto her lap, then she started kissing me all over my neck. One hand on my waist the other on my lower back.

"Make me", it was the first time in years that I actually wanted to be fucked. Taylor just smirked and looked at me. "Patience slut", Taylor responded with a smile. I felt her fingers entering my panties. The drive to Taylors apartment was pure torture, she teased me, she left dark marks all over my neck, sometimes she slapped me.

About half an hour later, I layed on her bed, my wrists pinned above my head. Taylor was harshly kissing me and her hips motioned against me. Taylor pulled some robes out of her closet and tied me to the bed. I could barely move now.

Then she got some baby oil and poured it in her hand. Fondly Taylor massaged it on my bare skin. "You look so fucking beautiful", Taylor smiled before trailing kisses on my stomach.

Her hands wandered through my wet folds, suddenly she pushed two fingers inside me. She started pumping me, her other hand wandered to my throat to chocke me. Soon she brought me close, my walls clenched around her fingers. "F-fuck", I chocked out, but Taylor pulled her fingers out.

Then she placed herself beetween my legs and started licking. Her wet tongue felt good and a scream escaped my mouth as her tongue entered me. "Just like this mommy", I moaned loudly.

She stimulated my clit with her thumb, the knot in my stomach thignened, but before I could cum Taylor stopped.

"Edging you is funny", Taylor said with a proud smile. Then she pulled her jeans down, revealing her hard cock. "Beg for my cock, beg for my sperm", Taylor said with a satanic smile.

"Please mommy, please fuck me destory me", I whined. Taylor smirked and slammed her dick inside me, a shocked scream escaped my mouth. Taylor took my wrist and helped me getting in position.

"I want to touch you mommy", I moaned as she started thrusting. "No uh uh babygirl", Taylor smiled, before starting to jackhammer into me. Taylors face filled with pleasure as I coated her dick with my juices. "I-iam cumming", I screamed loudly. "Cum for me princess", Taylor moaned, her dick pulsating inside me. As my walls clenched around her dick she released her sperm inside me. We both came moaning and screaming.

Taylor collapsed onto my body.

I could still feel the warmth of her breath on my neck as we lay tangled in a sea of crumpled sheets. The room was dim, lit only by the soft golden glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows that danced along the walls. My body felt heavy, like I’d poured every ounce of energy into her and left just enough for the aftermath.

She shifted slightly, turning her head to press a kiss to my forehead. Her lips were soft, slightly salty from the sheen of sweat that lingered on our skin. "How are you feeling?" she asked while untyin me, her voice barely above a whisper, like she was afraid to break the delicate spell of the moment. 

"Good," I murmured, and I meant it. I felt more than good—I felt safe, seen, adored. My chest still rose and fell in time with hers, our breaths syncing like some secret rhythm we’d created. 

Taylor pulled me into a hug and wrapped me in her blanket. "What is your name?" Taylor whispered. "Y/N."

"A beautiful name", Taylor chuckled before resting her hand on my chest.