Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

This is probably not good. I wrote this while sick. Please forgive my grammar mistakes.
It's Blake x Taylor x Y/N
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Being Taylor Swift's and Blake Lively's assistant might sound like a dream, but it's pure torture. While they're both incredibly kind and pay well, they have a way of playing with my feelings.

Taylor always made me feel special with little gifts and compliments because she knew exactly how much her gestures meant to me. She even let me stay in her house when I got kicked out of my apartment.

Blake, on the other hand, is a bit more touchy. Every time I visit her house, she greets me with a kiss on the cheek. Once, when she was drunk, we ended up sleeping in the same bed because she wouldn't let me leave her embrace.

At the moment, I was at Taylor's house, helping Tree, with some paperwork. After a while, Taylor walked into the office carrying three coffees.

"Tree, you can head home. Y/N and I need to drive somewhere. I got you a coffee," Taylor said as she handed Tree the cup.

"Are you sure? There's still some paperwork left to finish," Tree asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That's totally fine. The paperwork can wait. Go home to your family," Taylor reassured her with a kind smile. Tree nodded, hugged us both, and said, "Thanks for the coffee. You two have a great day!"

Once Tree left, I was alone with Taylor, who looked a little tired. "I got your favorite coffee," she said with a smile. We both shared the same favorite: a grande caramel nonfat latte.

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied with a smile, gratefully taking the cup.

"How many times have I told you not to call me 'ma'am'?" she teased with a playful smirk.

"Sorry, Taylor," I said, looking down to hide my grin.

"It's okay. We'll leave in 20 minutes," she told me.

"Alright, I'll take a quick shower," I mumbled.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the kitchen," she replied.

I made my way to the bathroom. Taylor's house was huge, with several bathrooms, but we both tended to use the largest one. While I was showering, Taylor suddenly walked in with a fresh towel.

"I forgot to put the towels in the wardrobe. Here's a fresh one," she said. I poked my head out of the shower and looked at her. She blushed slightly.

"Can you hand it to me?" I asked.

"Of course," she said, walking over and handing it to me before leaving the bathroom so I could finish.

After my shower, I went downstairs to the kitchen with my coffee. Taylor was sitting there, scrolling through TikTok on her phone. She smiled when she saw me. I was wearing a corset top, tights, and a red skirt.

As I reached for my coat, Taylor stopped me and held up one of hers instead.

"This one suits you better," she said, helping me into it. "Beautiful," she added softly.

Suddenly, she placed her hands on my waist and pulled me in front of the mirror. Our eyes met in the reflection.

"Look how beautiful you are," she whispered. Her words made me blush instantly.

"Thank you, Taylor," I stammered, my voice barely audible.

The tension during the drive was overhelming. I rubbed my thighs together, to feel something. Taylor noticed it, so she just smirked and layed her hand on my thigh. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the touch of her veiny hand.