Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

hair down, lips apart

you know what lips i'm talking about 😘

Travis

"This smells amazing! Thank you both," Andrea smiled gratefully as she sat down at the table, an assortment of dinner spread out before us.

Taylor hadn't gotten the chance to see her parents in a while, so they had spent the last few days staying with us in Kansas City, and this was the last night they'd be staying with us, so Taylor went all out with dinner.

"Yeah, thank you guys." Scott added, taking a seat next to Andrea. 

"Don't thank both of us– all I did was cut a few vegetables." I laughed, and placed my hand against Taylor's thigh.

She smiled at me and rolled her eyes, "You took stuff out of the oven too! You were a great help baby, thank you." Taylor smiled gratefully– as if she really meant it, and I laughed and shook my head, leaning in to press a soft, quick kiss against her lips.

Starving, we all dug into dinner and quickly found ourselves deep in conversation. As the night wore on, I tried my hardest to be the perfect host in front my girlfriend's parents, but I suddenly couldn't focus on anything other than Taylor. She looked incredible. Her loose curls framed her face beautifully, and the blue in the small flowers on her top made her eyes pop even more than usual. The way her lips were curled up into a soft smile, and the way she flicked her head back each time she laughed, made it impossible for me to focus on anything other than her.

As she started to tell a funny story about Olivia falling in the bathtub, my hand found its way to her thigh. I started with gentle touches, but it quickly became clear that I was more than a little distracted. Her skin was so soft, and the way she responded to my touch drove me wild.

Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke, and I knew she was trying to keep it together. I could see her trying to shoot me a warning glance, but I wasn't about to back down. I wanted her, and the way she was reacting to me only fueled my desire.

"...and then she was soaking wet," Taylor said, her voice trembling just a little.

I leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "So are you, princess."

Her breath hitched, and I felt a shiver run through her. Her parents laughed, and she turned to face me, "Travis," she whispered back, a mix of warning and something else in her voice. "Not now."

I could see the internal struggle in her eyes, the battle between wanting to control herself in front of her parents, and giving in to what we both wanted. My fingers continued their slow, deliberate path up her leg, and the look in her eyes was all the encouragement I needed.

When she finally stood up to clear some of the plates, she made her way to the kitchen, and I followed her, not missing a beat. I was practically vibrating with anticipation. The kitchen was quiet, and the moment she leaned against the counter, I knew I had my chance.

"Travis," she said, her voice a breathy whisper as she tried to maintain control. I could see the need in her eyes, and the way she looked at me told me all I needed to know. She wanted this. "My parents are... in the next room."

"They won't notice," I said, my voice thick with need. I crossed the room in a few strides, and before she could say anything else, I was on her, my hands gripping her hips as I pressed her against the counter.

I kissed her with everything I had, letting my desire show through every touch and every breath. Her response was immediate and intense, and I could feel her melting into me, her body reacting to mine. The urgency in her kisses, the way she moaned softly against my mouth—it was driving me wild.

"Travis," she gasped between kisses, "This is so risky."

"That makes it even more fun," I murmured, my hands sliding up her sides as I pushed her skirt up. "Just a quick taste."

Her consent was almost a whisper, but it was enough for me. I moved to my knees in front of her, pulling down her panties just enough to expose her. The sight of her, the way she looked at me, was almost too much. I leaned in and let my tongue do the work, tasting her, feeling her tremble in front of me.

Her body shuddered as I worked her with a mix of gentle licks and firm pressure. I could feel her grip tightening in my hair, her breathing becoming ragged. The risk of getting caught only heightened the thrill, and the way she responded to me made it all the more exhilarating.

"Travis," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm so close..."

I could feel her nearing the edge, and I gave her everything I had, my tongue moving with a determined rhythm. Her reaction was more than worth it—her body arched against me, and I could tell she attempted to stifle her sounds of pleasure to avoid being heard, although, she didn't do a very good job.

The taste of her, the way she felt in my mouth, it was intoxicating, and I wanted more. When she finally came, she was breathless, her body trembling as she leaned against the counter. I rose to my feet, my eyes meeting hers with a mix of satisfaction and adoration. I kissed her softly, tenderly, reminding her that this was about more than just the heat of the moment.

"Later," I whispered against her lips. "We'll finish this properly."

She nodded, still breathless, her cheeks flushed. "You're insane," she teased, though her smile was full of affection.

"For you? Always," I replied with a grin, giving her one last kiss before stepping back.

We took a moment to regain our composure before heading back to the dining room. As we rejoined Taylor's parents, Andrea looked up, smiling warmly. "Everything okay?" she asked, seeming completely oblivious, thank god.

"Everything's perfect," Taylor replied, her voice steady but with a hint of flushed excitement. She exchanged a knowing glance with me, and I could see the anticipation in her eyes.

"Just so that you both know," Scott started, and I felt my stomach twist, "Your walls aren't very soundproof."

I went pale, and turned to Taylor, whose face was redder than blood.

"Um–" She stuttered, "We were just... um..." She shook her head, thinking, but everyone at the table knew.

"I think it's nice you both love each other so much." Andrea smiled, and this time I felt my face turn bright red. Taylor and I sat there in silence, like two tomato's in a patch.

"I do– we do. I love your daughter... very much." I murmured, and placed a hand against Taylor's thigh.

"We know." Scott chuckled, and Taylor buried her face into my shoulder with a groan. "Remind us to bring earplugs next time we come over."

"Dad, please stop." Taylor murmured, her face still hidden from her parents.

"Oh honey, we're just teasing you, we're all adults here." Andrea smiled, and I lifted Taylor's face up by her chin.

"She's right baby–

"A baby is exactly what you'll get if you keep this up." Scott chuckled, and Andrea playfully smacked his arm.

Taylor's face went even redder, somehow, and I chuckled. It was almost funny now.

"Not unless my mouth has sperm in it." I shrugged, and that shut up Taylor's parents pretty quickly.

"Oh–

"Um."

"Travis!" Taylor squirmed in her seat, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I think I'm finished with my dinner." Scott said, now likely mortified.

Andrea smiled nervously, "I think... I am too."