Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

goodbye treat from daddy

definite smut warning 😙 maybe go read this while you're laying in some grass or something, idk. i can't be held accountable for my actions.

Travis' POV

"Sit down." I demanded, the second my fiancé stepped out of the shower.

Her eyes widened, but a smile creeped across her face as she sat on the edge of the bed, still holding her towel close to her chest.

Taylor's damp hair fell in loose curls around her face and she stared at me with her piercing blue eyes in anticipation.

"Drop the towel." I breathed heavily, stepping in between Taylor's legs as she let go of the towel, and it fell around her waist. I leaned down and slid it away, throwing it onto the floor. "You like it when I tell you what to do, don't you baby girl."

Taylor huffed, but nodded slowly. Usually she'd try to fight me if I said something like that, try to assert dominance, but I knew after a show she'd be too tired to bother, and would let me take the lead.

Slowly, I let my hands fall onto her shoulders, my fingers lightly grazing her skin until she started to shiver.

"Go lie down." I gestured toward the pillows at the top of the bed, and without a second thought, she scurried up the bed and laid on her back, keeping her eyes locked on mine.

I tilted my head at her, my beautiful soon to be wife as she laid there naked, staring back at me, as I tried to decide what I was going to do with her.

Slowly, I grabbed a pillow and slid it underneath her hips, not daring to break eye contact. I grazed my fingers lightly over her skin, all over her body. Starting on her waist, I brushed my hands down over her raised hips, then further down onto her inner thighs, then slowly back up towards her breast, where I leaned down and took her left nipple in my mouth, while still fondling the right with my fingers.

"Travis... please." She mumbled quietly as I kissed her softly. Slowly, I placed more kisses up her chest and onto her neck. I found the most sensitive spot on her neck, and began to suck softly. Her head tilted back as her back slightly arched, and she let her eyes slip closed, letting out a small moan.

I suddenly stopped and pulled away, and her eyes flicked open as she gasped at me. I smirked at my fiancé, then climbed off the bed and dug through her suitcase until I found a scarf. I straightened it out, and stepped towards my girl, wrapping it carefully around her head and over her eyes, tying it gently at the back.

"Do you trust me baby girl." I muttered deeply as I brushed my fingers lightly over the scarf that was taking away her sight.

"Yes." She answered immediately.

"Call me daddy."

"Yes, daddy." She mumbled, a small smirk appearing on her lips. I fiddled with my pants buckle until I could pull them down, then pulled off my shirt and leaned my body over hers, using one hand to stabilise myself.

I let my hips rest against hers, and felt her hands instantly reach for my length, frowning when she realised I hadn't taken off my boxers yet.

"Tra- Daddy..." She quickly corrected herself, sliding her fingers under my boxers and pulling them down. I helped her out and flicked them off, guiding my dick into her hands.

"You're my perfect girl." I leaned down to whisper into her ear, and slowly she tugged on my length, making me groan.

"I need you, daddy. Please." She whimpered, and I gave in. I was going to have more fun teasing her, but I couldn't wait any longer.

Her hands slipped off my length as I aligned myself with her, then without a warning, I thrusted hard inside of her. She screamed in pleasure, her body trembling under mine.