Taylor and Travis Oneshots

Drop Everything Now

credit: yet again, tumblr. another story I saved back in 2014/2015 so i don't have the blog name- as always let me know if you know the original so i can give full credit. it's just a short one for today :)

I watched Travis run a hand through his hair as he laughed slightly, his lips curving into the perfect smile. God, he looked good in a suit. Even better knowing every inch of the body under it. A wave of lust washed over me, nearly knocking the breath out of me as I watched my husband talk with some producers. My fairly new pregnancy intensified my emotions, and lately, lust had been its favorite victim.

I carefully walked over to Travis and gently set a hand on his arm, wishing I could just rip his suit jacket off altogether.

"Sorry to interrupt." I smiled politely at the producers. "But would it be okay if I stole him away for a moment?" They nodded and I led him away as quickly as I possibly could. "Do you think we could leave a bit early?" I asked him. "I'm not feeling great."

"You okay?" He rubbed my lower back and I swallowed back a moan.

"Yeah," I forced out. "I'm just... tired." He nodded, not lifting his hand from my back as he led me out.

Once we got into the car, I couldn't help myself. I slid my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to me. He didn't even think before reciprocating the passion.

After a minute, he pulled away, far enough that his lips felt miles away, but close enough that I could still feel his breath against my face. "You sure you're okay?" He laughed.

I smiled and mumbled, "Hormones." I didn't let him respond before reattaching our lips and letting my hands travel to his belt buckle.

"Babe." The word morphed into a moan halfway through. "Don't you think... Don't... Mmm... Babe... Please..." He pushed my hand away and I huffed in defeat. "Shouldn't we wait until we get home?"

I shook my head. "No time." I pulled his lips to my neck.

He sucked at my collarbone before pulling away again, leaving me whining in protest. "Taylor," he chuckled. "I'm going to drive home now." I sighed and leaned back into my seat, trying to distract myself from the need I felt for him. "We'll be home in five minutes," he promised, glancing over at me before letting his hand drift down to my thigh. I felt as if I were about to explode.

"Stop," I groaned. But his lips curved up into a smirk as his fingers painted patterns on my inner thigh through my pants. "Travis, please." He laughed and I glared at him. "I bet you purposely got me pregnant just so you could torture me like this."

"Hey! Blame the kid, not me. I didn't give you these hormones."

"You're the one who got me pregnant and then looked all sexy at the party tonight and now you're driving me crazy with your fucking fingers!"

"Aw, poor baby." He fake-pouted and rubbed my thigh reassuringly, which, of course, made it even harder to sit still.

"I hate you so much," I told him, between clenched teeth.

"How can you say that to the future father of your children?" He gasped in fake-shock.

"I swear to God, Kelce..."

"Kelce?" He raised his eyebrows. "It's getting serious now."

"Either stop talking or remove your hands from my body because I really can't concentrate on both at the same time."

He looked over, silently smiling at me, as his hand slowly crept further up my thigh and my core burst into flames, which spread like wildfire to every corner of my body. A bump in the road caused his fingers to press against me and a whimper escaped my lips. I didn't even register that we had pulled into the driveway until Travis unbuckled his seat belt.

We were in the house in record time, even faster than after three weeks apart due to touring. I pushed him against the door and pressed my lips to his.

I tried to remove his shirt but he pulled away, yet again. "You know, I don't know if I'm really in the mood..." The glint in his eye was infuriatingly sexy.

"Travis Kelce, if your pants are not off within 30 seconds, I'm naming your child after your brother," I threatened.

He laughed and flipped us around so he had control. I led him farther from the door, not allowing our lips to break contact. He backed me into the kitchen counter before I guided us to the stairs. Articles of clothing were discarded without a care at any point in the house on our path to the bedroom.

"I love you," I mumbled into his lips somewhere along the way. He didn't say it back, but he didn't have to. It was a given. There was a declaration of his love already growing inside of me.