Taylor Swift Imagines

punishment (requested)

To the requester, this is more of Taylor getting angry/jealous/possessive and punishing you. Enjoy!

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Contents- face sitting (t receiving), strap ons (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), degrading (r receiving), handcuffs (r receiving), blindfolding (r receiving), praising (r receiving), orgasm denial (r receiving), and use of mommy (referring to t).

I'm a whore🤗🤗

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Taylor sits down in front of you, watching you with a smile as you gush about the restaurant you're at. It's a place you've been wanting to try for a while now— but you waited until Taylor had a day off so she could do it with you.

You're practically shaking in your seat, Taylor softly biting her lip to contain her grin. A younger man— maybe somewhere around your age— smiles politely at the both of you. Taylor watches his gaze quickly flicker down to your chest, looking back up at you. You're completely oblivious to this, ranting about what to order as he eyes you.

Taylor scowls, but says nothing. She doesn't need to cause a scene— at least, not here.

The waiter doesn't bother you for the rest of the dinner, Taylor shooting him the occasional daggers. You don't notice any of the underlying tension between them— simply happy to be eating and spending time with Taylor.

As the check comes, Taylor grabs it out of your hand before you can try and pay. You laugh, trying to get it back from her hold. Her blood boils as she looks at the messy handwriting— a stupid pickup line written across it and his number. Taylor grabs the pen, ignoring your curious questions about why she seems angry, and scratches out his number. She signs the check, tipping for nothing, and leaves her card for the boy.

When he— Nick— comes back, he winks at you and grabs the check. You smiled, looking back at Taylor.

"Thanks for dinner, T."

She smiles softly, still angry at the guy— and you for being oblivious. "Always, baby."

Taylor takes your hand from across the table, the two of you making small chatter about what you wanted to do with the rest of your night. Nick comes back, slipping a note to you. Taylor snatches it out of your hand, crumbling the piece of paper in front of his face and tossing it at him. It gently smacks against his forehead as she grabs her credit card back.

Taylor scowls, ignoring your gasp as you lightly scold her.

She rushes out the door with you— fuming at how tonight went. Taylor walks a block, shoving you against a closed business' doors. The streets are almost completely empty, which was rare for New York.

"Taylor? What the hell was that?" You're disheveled, eyes blown wide at Taylor's obscene behavior.

Taylor's practically breathing fire. "He spent that whole night flirting with you— and you didn't even bother to shut it down."

"He was—"

"He wrote his fucking number down on the receipt. And tried slipping you a note— not to mention the way he was staring at your chest the entire night."

You swallow harshly, frowning. "I'm sorry— I didn't realize."

Taylor calms down a bit, no doubt that she's still pissed. "No one gets to stare at you like that. No one but me."

Her hands hold your waist tightly as she places small kisses on your neck. Your eyes flutter shut, a soft breath fanning against her shoulder.

"I know you didn't mean to, but you entertained him all night. You batted your eyelashes, chuckled at him— I am furious."