Tayvis one shots

Vibrating panties

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One Shot: The Prank of the Year

Taylor Swift had been on a whirlwind of success with her Eras Tour, each performance more spectacular than the last. The final show was set to be the grandest of them all, with fans and media buzzing with excitement. Behind the scenes, however, her boyfriend, NFL star Travis Kelce, was planning a little surprise that would make this night even more memorable.

Travis had always admired Taylor's ability to keep her cool under pressure. He marveled at how she could command a stadium full of screaming fans while effortlessly hitting every note, every step, every cue. So, when a playful idea popped into his head during one of her rehearsals, he couldn't resist.

"Babe," he had said earlier that day with a grin that hinted at mischief, "how about we spice things up a bit tonight?"

Taylor raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What do you have in mind?"

He pulled out a small device, no bigger than a TV remote, and held it up for her to see. "Vibrating underwear," he said with a chuckle, "controlled by yours truly."

Taylor burst out laughing. "You're kidding, right?"

"Come on," Travis coaxed, "it'll be fun! Just think of it as an extra challenge. I bet you can still nail every move, even with a little... added distraction."

Taylor hesitated for a moment but then, always one for a bit of fun and knowing she could outshine any challenge, she agreed. "Okay, you're on. But if you mess up my show, you owe me big time!"

The night arrived, and the stadium was packed. The energy was electric as fans eagerly awaited the start of the concert. Backstage, Taylor was getting ready, slipping into her first costume. Hidden beneath the glamorous layers, she wore the special underwear Travis had given her earlier.

As she adjusted her mic and took a deep breath, ready to take the stage, she caught sight of Travis out of the corner of her eye. He was lounging in a chair near the sound booth, trying to look innocent, but the remote in his hand gave him away. She shook her head with a smile—this was going to be interesting.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd erupted as the first notes of "Shake It Off" blared through the speakers. Taylor strutted onto the stage, every movement polished and confident. The first verse flowed smoothly, her voice powerful and unwavering. Then, as she hit the chorus, it happened.

A soft vibration buzzed against her skin, startling her just enough to make her eyes widen in surprise. She fought to keep her expression neutral, but the tiniest of smirks crept onto her lips. Travis had activated the device.

The audience, unaware of the backstage antics, noticed the brief change in Taylor's demeanor. Some even thought she was adding a new dance move or expression to the performance. But the real reason remained a secret between the two.

As the song continued, so did the vibrations, perfectly timed with the beat. Taylor's heart raced as she tried to maintain her composure. Each time the remote buzzed, it sent a jolt through her, but she never missed a note or a step. If anything, the unexpected challenge pushed her to perform with even more energy, determined to show Travis that she could handle whatever he threw at her.

Backstage, Travis was having the time of his life. Watching Taylor's subtle reactions to his pranks was the highlight of his night. But he was also amazed—she was pulling it off flawlessly. Even with his playful distractions, she remained the consummate professional.

By the time Taylor reached the bridge of the song, she was in full control, even finding a way to incorporate the vibrations into her choreography. She twirled and spun with more enthusiasm than ever, giving the performance an extra edge that had the crowd roaring with approval.

Finally, the song ended, and Taylor took a bow, her face flushed not just from the exertion of the performance, but from the adrenaline of the prank. She glanced toward the wings where Travis was standing, clapping and laughing. She shot him a playful glare, mouthing, "Just you wait."

As the show progressed, Taylor switched gears into ballads and slower songs, knowing Travis wouldn't dare activate the remote during those moments. And he didn't—he knew when to stop. But as the final encore approached, she could see him out of the corner of her eye, remote in hand, ready for one last prank.

The final song of the night was "Love Story," a fan favorite and a perfect way to end the concert. As Taylor began singing, the stadium lit up with thousands of phones, creating a sea of lights. It was magical, and for a moment, Taylor was completely lost in the music.

But as she hit the chorus, there it was again—the familiar vibration. This time, it was stronger, more insistent, and perfectly in sync with the music. Taylor almost faltered, but caught herself just in time, turning the moment into an exaggerated dance move that had the fans screaming even louder.

By the time she finished the song, she was breathless, not just from the performance, but from the sheer fun of the prank. The crowd was on its feet, cheering for an encore that had already come. Taylor took one final bow and waved goodbye, her smile wide and genuine.

Backstage, Travis was waiting, grinning like a kid who'd just pulled off the best prank of his life. "You were amazing out there," he said, pulling her into a hug.

"And you," Taylor replied, poking him in the chest, "are in so much trouble."

They both laughed, the kind of laugh shared by two people who were perfectly in sync, even when pranking each other. As they walked out of the stadium together, arm in arm, the night felt like the perfect blend of love, fun, and a little bit of mischief—a night they'd both remember for a long time