Electric Touch - Tayvis One Shots

2. New Mattress

Part 2 to Big Feelings

Y'all, this is 7278 words of pure filth (and by "pure" I mean completely and utterly, 100% unholy -- like, Satan would be so fucking proud, especially with all the research I put into it).

Also, I am an autistic asexual virgin lesbian, so it probably isn't great, but I tried hard, so please read it and give me feedback (pretty pretty please -- like, even "you're so fucking bad at writing smut, never write it again" is better than me over here just feeling ambiguous about it).

Also x2, there's like a mild/implied Daddy kink, so if you don't like that, don't read it.

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After the two finish eating dinner, Travis shows Taylor around the house. Taylor attempts to focus on the important parts like where the bathrooms and the snack cabinet are. But her mind wanders -- feeling Travis's large, rough hand in her small one. She's hyperaware of how her breasts feel in her bra; the way her nipples feel against the soft fabric; the overwhelming need for them to be fondled by his calloused hands is occupying her thoughts.

"Okay, um, that's all," Travis says nervously as he shuts the fourth closet that he's shown her.

Taylor wordlessly pulls him to his room. She closes the door and walks him back so that his back hits the door. Their eyes meet, dark with lust.

Travis leans down to connect their lips fervently.

Taylor presses her body up against his, craving his warmth. Her arms wrap around his neck, and her fingers find themselves fiddling with the hair at the base of his neck.

Travis slips his tongue into Taylor's mouth, and their tongues engage in the same primitive dance as before.

Almost too soon for Taylor's liking -- almost, Travis breaks the kiss, moving from her lips to her jaw to behind her ear and down her neck.

Taylor's hands travel from the back of his neck to the front. Her thumbs drag down his throat, feeling the grooves of his Adam's Apple, before trailing her palms down his sculpted chest and stomach.

"Can I take this off," Taylor whispers, fiddling with the hem of Travis's shirt in her hands.

Travis removes his lips from Taylor's neck and helps her rid him of his shirt.

Taylor's eyes darken when she sees his chest. The mere sight of his rippled muscles and moderate amount of chest hair sending sparks straight to her core. Her bottom lip finds itself in between her teeth as she rubs her hand down his chest, feeling his coarse hair against her soft skin, reveling in the experience she's dreamed about for weeks.

She smirks and their eyes connect for a second before she leans down, placing a soft kiss on the top of his left pec -- then one on his right. She slowly kisses a line down from the top of his right pec to his right nipple, placing a longer kiss there. She watches his face as she hesitantly swipes her tongue over his nipple to see his reaction. She sees his head fall back on the door and feels his breath hitch in his chest. She uses her tongue to slowly draw a circle around his nipple. She starts to make the circle smaller, getting closer and closer to the peak. When her tongue finally touches his nipple, Travis lets out a groan, his hands finding home in her hair. Taylor flicks the peak with her tongue a few times before grasping it with her mouth, adding some light suction.

"Fuck, baby," Travis grunts, his hands gripping Taylor's hair tighter.

Taylor gives a soft kiss to Travis's right nipple before kissing a line directly to his left and repeating her ministrations.