Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

Bodyguard (smut)

"Don't embaress me kid. You're the best bodyguard we have", my boss said to me. "I won't embarress you Sir", I said with a firm voice.

"Here are your car keys and the adress. The client is already waiting for you. Uh and take this card, you'll need it", he said before handing me keys and the car.
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I pulled into the parking lot of the massive mansion, gripping the steering wheel as the engine hummed beneath my fingers. I didn't know much about my client-just that their usual security was out of commission, and I was filling in temporarily.

Grabbing my bags, I stepped out of the car, my boots crunching against the gravel as I made my way to the front door. My hand hovered over the bell for a second before I pressed it, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat creeping up my spine.

The door swung open, and there she was.

Taylor Swift.

She leaned against the doorframe like she had all the time in the world, her long, golden hair cascading in effortless waves over one shoulder. Her piercing blue eyes dragged over me, slow and deliberate, like she was sizing me up for something far more interesting than just protection.

A smirk curled her lips. "Your boss is bold, sending me one of Kanye's security girls," she mused, voice smooth as silk.

I met her gaze, unwavering. "I'm not his bodyguard anymore. Believe it or not, I hate him more than you do," I replied, my tone sharper than I intended.

Taylor raised a perfectly arched brow, intrigued but not surprised. "Oh? What happened?" she asked, stepping a little closer, her perfume wrapping around me like a slow burn.

"He treated me like shit," I said simply. "But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here for your safety."

She hummed, tilting her head slightly. "Well, I like a woman who takes her job seriously." Her eyes flickered to my bags, and she reached for them.

I stepped back instinctively. "You don't need to carry my bags, Miss Swift."

Her smirk deepened, something playful-and dangerous-flashing behind those ocean-blue eyes. "It's Taylor, sweetheart. Come in, I'll show you your room." She turned, tossing me a glance over her shoulder. "It's connected to mine. I hope that's okay."

I blinked, caught off guard. "I get my own room?"

A soft, throaty chuckle escaped her lips. "Yeah... unless you'd rather share mine."

My breath hitched for a second.

She led me through the sleek hallways, every step slow and deliberate, like she knew I was watching. And damn, I was. The way her hips swayed ever so slightly, the way the soft glow of the chandelier kissed her skin-it was impossible not to notice.

She finally stopped in front of a door, her fingers grazing the handle. "This is your room," she said, but there was something playful in her tone, like she had more to say.

I nodded, about to step inside, when she leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Of course," she murmured, "if you'd rather stay with me, I wouldn't mind."

I froze for half a second, my pulse kicking up a notch. She was close-too close.

I turned my head slightly, meeting those ocean-blue eyes. "Are you always this forward, Miss Swift?"

She smirked, tilting her head. "Only when I see something I like."

A slow heat crawled up my spine. I wasn't sure if she was playing with me or testing me, but either way, I wasn't about to let her win that easily.