All In: Taylor and Travis One-Shots

2.0 | Like a Charm

Taylor woke up, a great day in Kansas City. Tangled under the sheets, Taylor smiled when rolled over to the other side of the bed, now facing Travis, still snuggly and asleep. She was very reluctant of the idea of getting up. She just wanted to stay with him for the rest of the day, peacefully sleeping. Being the human furnace that he was, you thought he wouldn't realize whether she was there or not.

But no.

He does. He actually does.

Still sleeping, Travis pulled her in, her back against his stomach, his hand on her waist.

"Where do you think you're going, pretty girl? Come back here." he declared, making them have some skin-on-skin contact. Taylor smiled and blushed. Oh, God.

"Morning, sleepy head." she called. "How did you sleep?"

"Awesome. You?" he said, with his eyes closed and snuggling closer to her, burrying himself on her neck.

"Same." she smiled. putting her hands over his, laying on her stomach. "Ouch."

"Sticky much?" he provoked. "You wouldn't be if you had just gotten up yesterday, I offered to help ya" he giggled.

"And sore, but I'm fine." she mentioned, earning a smirk, that was turned into a frown.

"Sore? Oh my god, did I hurt you? Was I too harsh?" He said, turning her on her back to look at her in the eyes. "I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry." he said, pecking her lips.

"Babe, no. You were perfect, you are always perfect. You make me feel as if I was in heaven everytime you touch me." she smiled.

"Yeah but you're sore. I've definetely done something wrong." he said, his voice laced with worry. "I- I was too rough, fuck." he snarled. "Do you want an advil?" He said. Travis wasn't usually like that. He knew his power. He knew he could be felt for days as if he was still inside of them, this wasn't unusual. But, with Taylor, he wanted to make sure he was his most delicate but certain self, giving her the needed pleasure but still being gentle, making sure not to hurt her.

"Babe." she giggled. "I'm fine, I swear! There's nothing to be worried about, okay?" she kissed him. "You're just big, that's all."

"Tell me if you'd like me to be gentler, honey. I can't be hurting Miss Americana like that." he said;

"Actually, I'd like you to be rougher next time." Taylor mentioned

"Rougher? Are you crazy?" He said, taken back by her. "Do you want me to burst your pouch of douglas? No, just no way." he affirmed.

"Trav, look at me." she said, "If I'm telling you you can be rougher, that means I can handle it. Besides, it's not like.. throbbing or anything, it just hurts a little when I close my legs. I promise you, I would tell you if it was hurting like crazy."

"Do you promise, really promise me if I am ever too wild or rough? Shit, if I even make you uncomfortable at any point, you're gonna tell me?" she nodded. " Great, baby girl. I just want to make sure you're alright."

"Yeah, I know, that's why I love you." she kissed him. " Treat me like a princess and fuck me like a slut."

"Oh, you've got it." Travis responded, kissing her neck, making her moan a little.

" As much as I would love to continue this, we need to get up." Taylor suggested.

"Why?" he questioned, leaving marks and hickeys on her neck.

"We've got that lunch with your family, remember?" She mentioned.

"We... we can just call in sick." He said, not wanting to stop it. It just felt so good.