endgame - taylor swift & travis kelce

hockey bro

In this story, Taylor is a figure skater and Travis a hockey player. They both go to college in LA, and Taylor is known to be a fantastic figure skater (best women's singles in her college) + Trav is hockey captain.
They've got a "thing".. use your imagination x

Taylor's Pov | The Rink

"Again, Taylor." My coach shouted, tutting loudly as I landed on my ass once again. We had been attempting my triple toe loop for at least an hour, and I was dying.

I groaned loudly, rolling my eyes in her direction as I reluctantly picked myself up off the ice, pushing myself up with one hand. My legs were positively killing, plus my ass hurt from falling on it one too many times. I was wearing thick, black padded butt pads but they were doing nothing, and I knew the bruises that I would be rewarded with later were gonna be huge.

"Sorry coach." I muttered, slowly skating towards her with my head facing down as I got ready for my next attempt. I took a deep breath, brushing a loose strand of my blonde hair from out behind my face as I started my backward crossovers, my heart thumping as I did my three turn into the jump.

SMACK. I hit the cold, hard ice with a large force and I just lay there, gritting my teeth as I gingerly climbed onto my feet. My legs were covered in white ice and snow, and I brushed them away with my shaking and sore hands.

My coach tutted at me loudly, muttering something that I couldn't hear from the rage that was building up inside my head. My expression formed into a scowl, my peach lips turned down at the bottom as I angrily began to skate away from her.

"Where do you think you're going?" She said with an eyebrow raised, hands on her hips. My coach was not someone to mess with, she took zero nonsense from anyone.

"I'm done." I snapped, my cheeks in a flushed red as I stabbed my toe pick into the ice repeatedly, trying to reduce my anger. I had tried so a thousand to land this stupid jump, but it just wasn't coming to me, and it clearly never would.

"You can't just walk out!" I heard my coach shout behind me, but I just shook my head in a blazed response, roughly brushing my bangs out of my face as my loose ponytail became even looser. I got off the ice, slamming the barrier door shut as I stomped over to a bench, sitting down. I pulled off my skates one by one, not bothering to properly undo my laces - even though I was always getting told off for not as it "ruined my boots". At this point, I had no cares for my $1500 boots except to get them out of my sight.

Standing up, I threw my bag over my shoulder and stalked off towards the exit door before I saw him. He was standing with his team just in front of the bleachers, laughing at something one of his teammates had said.

I stared at him, my eyes softened but still slightly stony until he looked in my direction. He gazed at me, his eyes tracing me up and down until they reached the expression on my face. A chuckle came to his lips, but soon disappeared from the glare I gave him from the 15 metres between us.

Mumbling something to his teammate who just nodded at him and then at me, he began to walk over, hands in his jeans pockets as he tried to analyse my expression.

"Hey gorgeous." He murmured, placing his muscular hands on my waist. "What's with the face?"

"Fucking toe loop." I scowled again, but this time a smirk came to my face as an idea popped into my mind. "I know a way you could help me though."

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Travis kissed me harshly, shoving me against the blue and white painted lockers as his tongue fought with mine. Grabbing my hands, he pinned them above me as he pressed against me.

"You want me to fuck that anger out of you princess?" He smirked, his face inches away from mine as I glowered. I could feel his length pressing into me through his pants, and I bit my lip the way I knew he loved as I stared up at him.

"Yes."

Immediate to my respond, Travis fell onto his knees, shoving down my leggings and fingering my thong for a moment before pulling that down as well. He pressed kisses along my thighs as I ran my hands through his tousled hair, my head tilting back as I let out a small moan.

Upon hearing the sound, he stood and pressed his lips against mine again. He kissed me with a raw hunger that drove me senseless, the way his tongue explored every part of my mouth. He began to unbuckle his belt whilst still holding me up with one hand, not pausing for even a split second. Jesus, this man was magnificent.

He slid into me easily as I was so wet, fucking me against the lockers. With every stroke we hit the lockers, my head arching back in ecstasy as he turned me into a writhing mess.

"Travis.." I moaned, my fingers digging into his back as he hit my g-spot repeatedly. I sucked in a breath as he entered and re-entered me, my hips grinding against his as our skin slapped eachother. The only sound within the small locker room was the sound of our souls colliding, desperate for more.

Heat rose through my spine as I began to climax, the pleasure almost overwhelming. Travis could sense this, and I could feel him holding back from spilling into me so I could cum at the same time as him. I was so close, and as I felt the waves break through me, the locker room door swung open and smacked the wall loudly.

"Taylor!" I heard the distinct, sharp voice of my coach in shock as she saw the scene lying in front of her. Her eyes were widened in shock and anger before she clamped a firm hand over them. Maybe I should buy her some bleach as a gift. With her hand still over her eyes, she yelled "Both of you, get some clothes on and get your asses out here in a minute." With no further comments, she stormed out with the same force as she entered.

I looked up at Travis, and his hazel-green eyes were similarly wide in shock, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. It was my giggles in his arms that caused him to break out of this trance of horror, his eyes crinkling as he soon joined in my laughter, pressing his forehead against the lockers in both humiliation and amusement.

Pressing a kiss to his lips a last time, I wriggled out of his arms and stood to face him, one last snarky remark ready.

"Shame, I was about to come." I winked at him before pulling up my leggings and strutting away from him, tutting at him as he smacked my ass on the way out, shaking his head as he shortly followed.