Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

when, though?

Taylor's POV

I laid sprawled out across my bed, typing away on my laptop as I replied to a million emails. I hadn't really checked them in the past few days, and they were really piling up, but now, after almost two hours of laying here typing, I'd finally finished.

Sighing, I shut my screen and went to go join Travis in the shower.

"Hey baby." Travis grinned as he stuck his head out.

"Hey, sorry that took longer than I expected. But I'm all yours now." I smirked, purposely stripping off my clothes seductively.

"You absolutely are baby girl." He dropped his head low as I stepped into the shower, and kissed me softly, pulling me in with his hand on the small of my back. His other hand grazed against my waist, then traced my body up to my jawline, where he held my face against his.

"You know, I actually need to shower." I mumbled into his lips when he eventually pulled away.

"I can help you with that." Travis smiled adorably, god his smile was just adorable.

"Can you? Because I don't remember the last time we showered together and I washed my hair successfully." I giggled as I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head onto his chest.

"I have self-control, don't you worry." Travis got a pump of shampoo in his hand then turned me around, and lathered it into my hair.

I leant my back into his chest, then let out a small, whimpering moan as he started to massage the shampoo into my head.

"What are you doing to me baby..." Travis mumbled into my ear, as he continued massaging my head.

I moaned again, it really just felt good, and that's all there was to it, mostly. Was I exaggerating a little bit to test his willpower? Maybe slightly.

"It just feels good," I paused for a moment, then added on, "Daddy." I smirked to myself.

Travis immediately stopped and turned me around so I was facing him. He held his hands on my waist, staring at me like I had two heads.

"What?" He gasped, looking into my eyes.

"Huh?" I scrunched my face, confused at his sudden change in expression.

"You're pregnant?" He asked, slightly raising his eyebrows.

My eyes immediately widened and my jaw fell open. "Oh- god. No Travis. I'm not pregnant. Definitely not pregnant. I mean, probably not. No- I'm not pregnant. You thought I was pregnant?" I stuttered out, my mouth moving faster than my brain could process.

"Oh god." He sighed of relief, and looked like he was at a loss for words. "So... you meant daddy in a- very different way." He said softly.

"Yes. A very different way." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I placed a soft kiss onto his lips, and he moaned into my mouth.

"God you taste good." Travis mumbled into my lips. After gently pulling away and staring at me for a moment, he pushed me against the wall, and let his hands roam my body as he kissed me more passionately.

"Well, we got the shampoo in, that's further than last time." I breathed, then gasped as Travis let his hand fall down between my legs.

"You're so fucking irresistible baby, what do you expect." Travis groaned against my neck as he slid two fingers inside me. He moved them around slightly, then moments later, aligned himself with me and pushed inside me with no warning.

I gasped at the intrusion, and let my head fall onto his shoulder as he moved in and out of me.

"Fuck!" I screamed into his shoulder.