IMAGINES | travis kelce + taylor swift (1)

25.1 | adam's room (m)

25.1 | adam's room (m)

i'm just saying you could do better
tell me have you heard that lately?
i'm just saying you could do better
and i'll start hatin' only if you make me
[marvins room - Drake]

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"Travis," Patrick nudges my shoulder, coaxing my train of thought on any other surrounding except the girl in glittery black dress. Her blonde hair fluctuates down the center of her back, swaying from side to side as she capers to the tune of Drake blaring loudly across the room. I know this girl, and she knows me too. My eyes daringly travel to Patrick's, who's offering a pitiful smirk. "You need to let it go, bro. She's with another guy."

"I know you like her, Travis, but this isn't like you," Jason, my brother pitches in. His head flies back as he swallows a shot of tequila. "Like Pat said: she's with Adam. She's been with him for a few years. The reason she ended whatever was going on between you two was because it was fucking with Adam."

I shift in my seat uncomfortably, indicating to both of them that this is a conversation I'd rather not have. Likewise, I probably deserved the lecture, but the effects of the lesson wouldn't settle for days. With Taylor in plain sight of me, I couldn't bare listen to the list of no's Jason and Patrick would torment me with, given they are fully aware the strain this will put on my well being for the next six months.

I clutch my fingers around the glass of beer, guiding it up to my lips. "I wasn't even looking at her, Pat," I mumble. "The fuck."

He snickers, "Sure, dude." My blood pressure rises, and I suddenly feel very hot. Agitation curses my expression, furrowing my eyebrows and clenching my jaw as I bite back a few rather disrespectful phrases. "You're a bad liar. I saw you eyeing up her ass," he teases. Man, can we please not talk about her ass?

Angry, I toss my eyes around and scoff in reply to Patrick's comment, slamming my fist on the table. Jason takes another shot-Jesus Christ, boy. "Don't piss him off, Pat." He strikes my spine with the palm of his hand, sighing, noticing my state. "Try not to think about her too much, brother, alright? Leave if you need to. But, Pat and I are going to find the girls and hope they aren't too drunk yet. You should come. Get your mind off of it."

Too late now. "I might leave. I'm tired and I have a game tomorrow," I tell him. It wasn't a lie. I am tired, and I do have a game tomorrow. But I have other things I need to handle before I get out of here-I'm just hoping that if I shoo him away with the threat of leaving, he'll go on about his night without any intention of coming to find me. To what I'm doing, where I am and who I'm with. "I don't want to be here."

He nods. To my surprise, he doesn't pressure to conjure the thoughts wrestling together behind my eyes. He wiggles off the bar stool, jolting my side with his elbow. "Alright, sounds good. If you need anything, just call me. Drive safe. I love you."

"Love you, too."

I recognize the curly-head blonde next to her, her name is Blake and I'm sure the brunette with straight hair is Selena. All three of the girls are standing in a circle, drinks held in their hands, smiling and giggling in union as their mouths move from one subject to another. I'm only following her organized movements, though, and I'm so cleverly reminded how beautiful this girl is inside and out. I wonder if Adam knows her like that, too. Based off of the sources, Adam approached me as a good man. He's kind and successful. I never had any reason to suspect he treated Taylor badly, but Taylor never seemed to praise the man for anything outside of what he was known to be. Her and I have known each other for a few years, and because her and Brittany were close, we did too. We were never anything more than friends, I suppose, but last year, for a few short months, we were fucking around a bit. Never more than friends, but occasional fuck buddies. Getting to know her better, inside and out (literally) had to have been the best five months of my life. She's a very free soul and sexy as hell. I couldn't grasp onto how she felt about me, if she viewed me as more than a friend and an on-and-off sex toy, but I knew damn well how I felt about her. I missed her a lot and the things we shared. I don't anger myself when I am reminded of her disruptive absence. What we were doing behind Adam's back was wrong, and Taylor did the right thing.

I wait a few minutes before pulling my phone out of the pocket of my jeans, searching to be sure Jason and Pat aren't anywhere close by to put me under immediate interrogation. I hold the glowing rectangle in the palm of my hand, scrolling through my contacts for Taylor's. I slide to our messages and begin typing.

| Meet me in the bathroom?

I watch her acknowledge her phone, reading the text. I'm staring at her intently, analyzing her every gesture. She glance up from the screen, her neck twisting around for me. She starts from the bar area, rotating to the back corner where I was-on a high top. A smirk curves in her lips as she notices me, nodding a gesture to the restroom. Careful to not be seen, I power through the crowd and to the bathroom. Taylor trails feet behind me, but surely catches up quickly. I wanted to get her in here with me behind this door with me before she was photographed or recorded in the same room as me.

"Come in here," I tell her, gently ushering her inside.

I no sooner close the door, and her hands are massaging my dick and I'm being pressured against the wall, her lips on mine. She kisses me hard, mumbling, "God, I've missed you."

We re-engage in the lustrous reunion. I wrap my arms tightly around her waist, cupping her ass with my palms. Her hands find my neck as I back her against a wall on the opposite end of the room. We peck each other in a pattern on our way, once or twice I clasp my teeth onto her bottom lip. Her tongue slides into my throat, tasting the insides of my mouth. Had she missed this as much as I did?

Then, we can not keep pur hands in one particular spot. As I tease her bottom half, she's compressing her fingers around my v-plate, soft murmurs of plessure feeding into the silence. Faint clicks are heard as our lips caress each others flesh. I'm nipping her neck with my teeth, leaving small hickeys from her jawline to the lining of her t-shirt, in between her breasts. My hands delicately fall to her midriff, where I tug in the piece of cloth, tempted to toss it over her head. "Can I?"

She nods indefinitely, beginning to kneed the buttons on my top. It glides off my wrists, falling to the floor, and Taylor's skinny black blouse is soon to join. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her boobs brushed against my torso. "Fuck," I grumble into her ear, inching my fingers to her clit. We're in a lip lock again, and I feel her fiddling with the buttons of my jeans. They drop down to the tiles and I step out them, kicking them across the room.

She straddles her legs around my middle, and I push her against the wall, taunting her breasts with firm kisses of passion and resistance. Cupping her boob with one hand, I caress two fingers along the inside of her thigh, inching to her clit. She moans, "Fuck, Travis."

I sneer, leaning into her ear. "Did you miss me, Pretty? You know you did."

"Yes," she breathes, swallowing a scream.

"Yes who?" I whisper, biting her earlobe.

She's still wearing her jeans, and I think now might be the best time to punish her. I prod my fingers across her clit. She groans, "Oh, God. Travis."

She's restless, squirming her way out of my grip. It's frustrating her. Good. "Yes who?" I repeat, massaging my fingers deeper in.

"Daddy," she whines. "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl," I smirk. I begin unfastened the zipper to her jeans, tossing those away, too.

I slip my finger into her underwear, circling it over her clit before slipping it into her entrance. "Travis," Taylor whimpers, thrusting against me. "Car."