Tayvis Smut Oneshots

2.0 My Girl

Request

Jesus, it's cold, Travis thought. He was shivering on the sideline of the Chiefs-Dolphins game, the coldest game he could remember playing in. He hoped and prayed the team could pull off a win, otherwise all the cold would be for nothing.

When the start of the game was near, Travis began scanning the suites for Taylor. She had been oddly mysterious about what she was planning on wearing, and that made him suspicious. Not that he thought it would be anything bad, but what could she be hiding from him? Soon his questions were answered, and his quest to find her became much easier. She was being shown on every Jumbotron throughout the stadium. And her outfit? The sight of it made Travis stop dead in his tracks. He could see why she wanted to hide this one.

She was wearing a red puffer jacket that appeared to be made out of pieces of his jersey. His name and number were plastered all over the thing, and she couldn't have been prouder to wear it. Something about seeing her in it made Travis go damn near insane. His girl, wearing his number and his name, all across her jacket. He couldn't recall ever feeling like this over a woman, but something about her drove him crazy. He wanted to walk right up into that suite, bend her over, and take her right there in front of all of Arrowhead Stadium.

But they had a game to play. It was hard to keep his focus when every time the Chiefs scored, they showed Taylor in that coat again. It wasn't easy, but the team fought through and beat the Dolphins. Travis declined to be interviewed, because all he wanted was to get changed and get Taylor home as soon as possible. He hurried into the locker room and quickly threw on his outfit from earlier, hoping to evade the swarm of reporters that would eventually descend upon the room. He hurried up to the suite, wanting nothing more than to take Taylor right then, but he knew he would have to keep himself composed, for now at least.

As he walked into the suite, he found himself surrounded by congratulations. He appreciated the love and support, but all he really wanted to do was go home and get Taylor in bed. Or on the couch. Or on the kitchen counter. Or maybe right inside the front door. Really anywhere would work, as long as he had her. He worked his way through the crowd until he found Taylor. His girl. When she noticed him, her eyes lit up and she ran over to his outstretched arms.

"Trav! Oh my gosh, I can't believe that game! You killed it out there," she exclaimed into his ear. He pulled her into his chest even tighter, wanting nothing more than to be close to her. He leaned into her ear to whisper to her.

"This jacket's what you've been hiding from me?" He saw her blush at his words. "When we get home, I am going to fuck you until all you remember is the last name Kelce," he growled into her ear. She let out the softest moan, and the pair knew it was time to say their goodbyes. The process was painstaking, somehow every interaction took longer than anticipated. Although, it couldn't have helped that they were both burning with desire for the other. Finally, Travis and Taylor managed to break away from the group inside and began the walk to the car. They were silent, but exchanged several meaningful looks with each other.

When they were finally in the backseat of the car and Taylor's driver began the journey back to Travis's house, the two were all over each other. Travis could not keep his hands to himself, and they kissed with more fire and passion than they ever had before. They broke away from the kiss to exchange heated eye contact with each other, and Travis finally broke the silence when he spoke in a deep, hushed tone.

"I can't tell you how hot it was to look up into that suite and see you wearing my name and my number all over yourself. Made it damn near impossible to focus on the game." Taylor smirked, pleased she had gotten the exact reaction she had been hoping for.