endgame - taylor swift & travis kelce

fuck you (literally)

short one today guys sorry, didn't have much to say except 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

xoxo, cass

TAYLOR'S POV

"Same old bullshit excuses huh?!" I yelled at Travis, my cheeks flushed in an iridescent rage as I pointed my finger in his face. "Such an 'accident' that you were grabbing that girl's ass!"

I stormed off past him through the front door and down our hallway, flinging my coat onto the floor in a crumpled mess in a state of fury. We had gone out to our local bar, and ended up having another of our constant fights, mostly over stupid petty things like this.

"I wasn't fucking touching her ass!" Travis argued, his face a wide scowl as he paced after me down our hallway. His footsteps were loud and clear, and he soon caught up with me at the edge of the countertop. "You're just trying to hide the fact you were eyeing up the god damn bartender! I could see the way you were flirting with him."

"No the fuck I wasn't." I gasped, my face now inches away from his as we continued our desperate brawl. "I hate you so fucking much."

He sarcastically laughed in my face, his eyes empty of any humour whatsoever.
"Is that so?" His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes like lasers into mine. The tension was so clean I could slice through it with a knife, even if it was blunt.

Suddenly, without warning his hand shot out, secured in my hair tightly as he crashed his lips on to mine. Our tongues fought for control, our fury at each other turned into lust just like it always did. This was the thing with Travis and I, we fought, then fucked, fought, fucked again. It was an endless cycle, and to be honest I fucking loved it.

"I fucking hate you." I gasped in between kisses, my hands around his neck as I pulled him tighter towards me. The pure need to relieve myself of
the tension that lay in-between us drove me as our kisses becoming more frantic and desperate.

Automatically, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands securing around my ass as he easily carried me. He carried me to the bedroom, our lips still intertwined as we crashed onto our bed. Our bodies fitted together like a perfect puzzle, my legs straddling him as we grinded against eachother.

Slipping off my tiny miniskirt that probed his reaction, I spread my legs across him as he rocked his hips forward, moaning loudly as he slipped inside of me. He hit all of the right spots, still gripping onto my ass as I rode him.

Our fights always ended in sex, and although there were definitely more healthy ways to resolve our conflict, no way in hell I was complaining. Travis always knew what I wanted, and when.

"Come for me baby." Travis huskily whispered next to my ear, his lips now at my neck. He began to suck and bite the side of my neck, his hot breath now raspy as I felt him hold back from coming.

I could barely speak, I was so worked up from Travis pounding into me every moment so my only response was the loud whimper I let out as I came explosively around his dick, feeling him cum into me with a groan. We lay there for a few moments, panting as we struggled to regain our breath after our.. session.

"Fuck.." I eventually trembled, a small smirk on my face still. "Good talk." Travis chuckled at me, kissing me gently with his rough lips. I rested my sweating face against his chest, breathing in his aroma as I shut my eyes. I loved moments like these, when we weren't constantly fighting or arguing.

"You know I'm always yours." Travis murmered to me, pushing my hair out of my sticky face. "No girl could ever replace you Tay." He comforted me slowly, so different from the animalistic man that I was fighting with earlier. Sometimes, I wished that these were the only moments we shared, but at the same time I fucking loved how we argued, even if I'd never admit to it. Travis was the only one who could live up to my passion, and I wouldn't dream of being with anyone else.