Tayvis Smut Oneshots

3.0 Workout

Taylor's POV

Living with Travis was amazing. Tour had been fun and amazing, but it was lovely to just be with Travis. No paparazzi, no pressure, no expectations. We spent long lazy days together, even went on vacation together. Everything we did, we did together.

I tried out a multitude of recipes in the kitchen, which Travis willingly sampled. We swam together in my pool and spent hours laying out in the sun together. But my favorite thing to do with him, by far, was to work out.

Some days, we would go to my favorite gym in L.A., Dogpound, but many days it was easier to just work out at home. I have a home gym, and it's easier to avoid the cameras on us at all times by staying in. We did separate workouts, but it was easier to get through them by doing them together. Although, there were some days we never got around to working out.

On one such day, I was stretching in the gym when Travis walked in. I turned to look at him, and smiled when our eyes met. He walked over to me and pulled me in by the waist to kiss me. He sighed in content, and when he pulled away, he leaned into my ear.

"Hey pretty girl. I missed you," he murmured. I giggled a little at his statement. He had been away for maybe an hour and a half getting groceries, hardly long enough to have missed me. He moved his lips from my ear and began kissing down my neck. He took the way I sighed and gasped and pulled him closer as encouragement.  But while I hated to pull away, I had a workout to do.

"Travis," I gasped out. "I have to do my workout." However, I had a feeling in my stomach I would be burning calories in a different way today.

"Let's work out together, baby," he whispered. "I was thinking cardio, get that heart rate up." He moved his hands underneath my shirt, and I shuddered at his touch. And when he grazed his hand over my clothed nipples and I threw my head back, he knew he'd won.

We both quickly devolved into a flurry of hands moving over each other, grasping at clothing and trying desperately to get it off. It was like our hands couldn't move fast enough for each other. Both of our shirts ended up tossed in some corner, and Travis's hands quickly migrated up to my chest, where my sports bra was still covering my breasts.

"Fuck, Tay, your tits are amazing." My head was reeling from his touch, so much that I hardly processed his praise. All I could think about was his touch on me, how badly I wanted him. He yanked the bra down, exposing my chest to the cool air of the room. I whimpered at his touch, at how it sent heat straight to my core.

"Travis, quit teasing me, I need you!" I didn't usually love to beg, but Travis brought out a side of me that didn't care in the slightest.

"What do you need? Use your words, baby," he whispered in my ear. Jesus, it's like he was trying to kill me. My hands fumbled for the waistband of his shorts as my mind tried to put together a response.

"Fuck me! I need you to fuck me!" I gasped out as I finally managed to yank down his shorts. His lips caught mine in a fiery kiss, and he pushed my shorts and underwear over my hips. Still kissing me, he walked me over to a wall in the gym and pushed me up against it. He slid his hands under my ass and picked me up, and I quickly wrapped my legs around him. With that Travis slowly slid into me, savoring the stretch as he pushed inside.

Travis fucked me slow and deep against the wall, truly letting me feel every inch of him. At this angle, he was hitting all the right spots, and I knew it wouldn't take long until I was tumbling over the edge. My little gasps in his ear seemed to only encourage him, and he increased his speed as I got closer and closer to letting go.

"Fuck, Taylor you feel so good, this pussy is so good. You're such a good girl, letting me fuck you in the middle of your gym like this. Letting me take care of your needy pussy." His praise drove me crazy, like a drug I couldn't get enough of. And as I felt myself creeping up to my orgasm, he reached his hand between us and made contact with my clit.

I practically shrieked. I threw my head back until it collided with the wall, but the searing pain was nothing compared to the orgasm tearing through my body. It was like every single nerve ending in me had been struck by lightning and set on fire, and I could barely breathe. Travis followed soon afterwards, groaning his praises into my ear. Waves of relaxation washed over me as Travis slowly moved us to be sitting and I slowly snuggled up into him, resting my head in the crook of his shoulder.

"Thanks for working out with me Trav."

"Anytime, baby." And although I couldn't see it, I could hear the grin in his voice.

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