tayvis oneshots

a golden tatto

no one's pov:
taylor had about half an hour until she had to begin the show. she already had her hair straightened, her makeup was perfect as usual, and she just needed to get changed, but that wouldn't take an entire hour to complete such a simple task, but that left her exactly 15 minutes alone in her dressing room with her boyfriend.

"trav" she murmured, he glanced up from his phone, looking in taylor's direction. "i need you." she whined, pulling her back. "baby, you need to preform soon" he said, checking his watch for the time.

"i don't care, i need you so bad travis." she continued to whine. "are you sure babygirl? i don't want to leave any marks or something.." he replied, wanting to be extra cautious just incase anything would happen.

"you won't. please travis, we only have a few days together. we need to spend time together." she insisted. travis ended up agreeing to her request, but made sure to watch the clock, it wouldn't end well if she was late to her own concert.

travis gracefully began to undress taylor, leaving her completely naked. he kissed her body up and down, completely forgetting that thousands of people will be seeing her body in less than an hour.

"oh my god travis!" she screamed, thrusting her hips forward as the relief crashed over her. both of them felt amazing, until they heard a timer travis had set on his phone go off. "travis i don't wanna go, just... i wanna have sex with you." she murmured.

"i know baby, me too. but unfortunately you've got a 3 hour show to preform that starts in 10 minutes." he sighed, searching the room for taylor's bodysuit. "ugh, fine. but tonight we will be having sex, and a lot of." she smiled, he nodded.

he helped her change into her outfit, fix her hair up a little bit, just so it wasn't so frizzy. "do i look okay?" she asked, looking at herself in the mirror.
"you're gorgeous baby." she smiled, admiring his girlfriend.

"shit travis." she breathed, a spot on her neck caught her attention. "you left a fucking hickey on my neck." she groaned, immediately looking for something to cover it with. "i warned you baby, we can fix it though, right?" he asked.

"yes, but there is no fucking way i'm telling my makeup artists how or why i have a giant red spot on my neck, i'll just cover it up myself." she insisted, covering the spot with a layer of concealer that was identical to her skin tone.

"can you see it trav?" she asked, pulling her hair away from the hickey. "nope, not at all." he smiled. "good. i just need to put some setting spray on it, just in case" she smiled, searching through her makeup bag, and then heard a voice outside the door.

"taylor! get your ass out here! you're preforming in 2 minutes!" tree shouted, rushing taylor the stage platform. at this point, taylor was too overwhelmed the thought of preforming the hickey situation had completely slipped her mind.

she preformed like usual, it was amazing. everything was going as planned until she felt a soft sprinkle of rain hit her head. she loved rain shows with all of her heart, they were her favorite thing in the world, other than her boyfriend and cats.

she was too focused on preforming and perfecting the show, she didn't even remember the hickey incident. it was just a small drizzle until the folkmore eras, then it became a torrential downpour.

she smiled as she continued to sing the songs, the thought of the hickey was completely lost, especially now since she was so happy because of the rain. at this very moment, she thought everything was absolutely perfect.

on the other hand, tree, who was watching from the vip tent, noticed the concealer washing away from her chest and neck, which revealed the hickey.

tree knew she couldn't just go on stage and yell at taylor, but she was definitely giving taylor a firm talk after the show. tree rolled her eyes at taylor's mistake, hoping she could play it off as a bruise or something.

the rest of show went smoothly, except for the quite obvious hickey. but the second taylor was backstage, a very angry publicist was standing there, looking taylor in the eye.

"taylor." she firmly said, pointing to her chest and neck. "do you wanna try to explain yourself or should i just talk already?" she slightly chuckled.

"well i... i tried to cover it, but it... the rain ruined it." taylor mumbled, her gaze fixed at the carpeted floor. "taylor! you can't just make out with your boyfriend at any time" she redhead explained, shaking her head.

"i'm sorry okay! we just.. i don't know.. wanted to have sex, so we did, okay?" taylor threw her hands up. "i didn't need to know that detail, but next time.." she breathed, knowing this would most likely happen again.

"next time, get your makeup artist or someone who knows how to cover marks up to fix it, okay?" tree explained, patting taylor on the shoulder as she left the room.

after taylor got her talking too, she met travis in her dressing room. he was already waiting for her, calmly sitting on his phone scrolling through social media.

"hey babygirl, you did awesome!" he said, putting his phone away. "tree yelled at you, didn't she?" he laughed, noticing taylor's grumpy state. "it's okay, we have 2 full days together after this. we can have all the sex we want" travis chuckled.

"good. i'm gonna need it" she laughed. "i'm so sore from the past 3 nights" she said, packing up all of her personal belongings. "well hopefully not too sore" travis joked, lightly nudging her shoulder as they walked out of the stadium together, holding hands.

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