Tayvis One-Shots

sneaky

Taylor's POV

It was a late Friday night at Travis's house, and I was sitting at the dinner table with his family. I was staying at his house with the family for about a week after his game, before heading off to Canada tomorrow to perform the remainder of his shows. Travis's mom had made a huge spread of everyone's favorites, and as we all crowded around the dining room table, I couldn't help but feel a warmth that went beyond the food and laughter. 

But even with all the lively conversation, I was acutely aware of him beside me, his leg brushing against mine every now and then. Each accidental touch sent a jolt through me, our glances lingering just a little too long when our eyes met. I felt my core tighten as he casually rested his hand on my upper thigh, almost too high to be appropriate for a family dinner.

"So, Taylor, how's the tour going? You haven't got many shows left, have you?" Donna asked me. I felt all the heat rush to my cheeks, and I sent Travis a warning glare before answering his mom's question.

"It's been amazing, but we've only got nine shows left. I can't believe it's gone so fast. I don't know what I'll do when it's over." I smiled, keeping my tone steady even as Travis's hand moved higher and higher up towards the hem of my denim shorts. 

"You must be exhausted." Donna said, and I forced myself to keep my focus on the conversation. Travis's touch was light, teasing me. I pressed my thighs together as I shifted in my seat. Travis smirked at me, and I shot him a glare. "Yeah, it's a good type of tired though. Performing just gives that rush of energy, you know?" I managed to reply.

"Takes real passion to do that." Ed chuckled. "Yeah." I replied, my voice catching as Travis's fingers eased themselves up my shorts, brushing the edge of my panties. I suppressed a shiver. It was suddenly burning hot in the room, his touch setting my skin ablaze, and I swore my face was bright red.

The conversation continued, but I could barely keep track as Travis's fingers found their way into my underwear, swirling them around where I was becoming increasingly wet for him. Without warning, he pinched my clit, and I jumped, causing Austin to stare at me. "You two good there?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah. Just hit my knee on the table." I mumbled, my cheeks flushing pink.

I tried to suppress a moan as Travis dove two fingers into me, sinking in up to his knuckles. "Fuck." I breathed, loud enough for no-one but Travis to hear me. I heard him chuckle next to my ear as he started sliding his fingers in and out, hitting all the right spots. "So, Taylor, what do you do when you're not writing songs, or touring the world?" Donna leaned forwards in her chair. 

"Um..." I started, trying not to let my voice shake as Travis pushed me closer and closer to the edge. "Well...I love to cook, but I don't really get a chance to do that much when I'm travelling." I managed to say, my voice a bit breathier than I was intending it to be. I met Travis's eyes, narrowing mine slightly. He leaned over, letting his lips brush against my ear. "You want me to stop kitten?" He breathed into my ear. I shook my head, and he sat back on his chair, his fingers still moving at a steady pace inside me.

Travis continued teasing me for what felt like forever, bringing me closer and closer to the edge then withdrawing his fingers, leaving me a hot, worked up mess. Eventually, everyone started getting up, taking their dishes with them. "Meet me upstairs." Travis whispered in my ear before going into the kitchen, subtly placing his fingers in his mouth and sucking softly. I stifled a moan before heading upstairs, my legs shaking, into Travis's bedroom.

I rummaged around in the clothes that I had brought in my suitcase, before finding a sexy, deep red lingerie set. I smiled to myself, while changing into it, flopping down onto the bed. A few minutes later, Travis entered the room, walking over to where I was lying spread out on the bed for him. He licked his lips, his eyes dark as he drunk in the sight in front of him. 

"Someone's all worked up, huh?" He murmured, before I pulled him down, smashing my lips against his. His hands edged towards my waist, squeezing gently before sitting back on his heels. I whined, lunging forwards to grab his shirt again. "Uh-uh. Tell me what you want kitten." He growled, moving out of my reach. 

"I want you Travis." I moaned as I watched him move closer to me. I watched his eyes settle on my bra, which was crafted to push my breasts together, making them look a hell lot bigger than they actually were. I arched my back, pushing my chest towards him as he nudged the thin fabric out of the way, his mouth fastening around my hardened peaks. I whimpered, letting my head tilt back as he sucked gently, his other hand teasing my other nipple.

"Travis!" I moaned loudly, before Travis shushed me. "My parents are in the next room kitten. You have to be quiet." He chuckled. I nodded, my breathing fast. We both knew I couldn't be quiet, but he continued to play with my nipple, coaxing whimpers out of me. 

"Fuck me, Travis." I whispered, meeting his eyes that were gleaming with desire. "My pleasure." He murmured, his voice low and sexy. I straddled him, grinding against the thick bulge straining against his boxers, with only two thin pieces of fabric separating us. He groaned my name, kissing me hungrily. I felt his erection rub against the fabric between my legs, causing slickness to grow in my throbbing core. 

Then Travis was reaching for my thong, pulling it down frantically. I tugged down his boxers down, moaning with need and arousal. I lowered myself onto his length slowly, and we both groaned loudly, Travis's hands gripping my waist tightly.

"Fuck you're so tight kitten." Travis groaned as I started riding my hips forwards. He nipped at my neck, leaving hickey after hickey on my skin. God, those were going to be hard to cover up on stage, but I'd manage it. A scream bubbled up in my throat as I started riding him harder, desperate for release.

"Scream for me kitten, don't hold it in." Travis growled, his kisses still exploring my neck and collarbones. "I don't think they want to hear this." I moaned. "If you didn't want anyone to hear you, then you shouldn't have let me finger you at the dining table." Travis told me, his voice husky. The scream I had been holding burst out as he pinched my clit, and we tumbled off the bed, Travis ending up on top of me. 

I giggled, that giggle turning into a moan as Travis suddenlypounded into me, hitting all the right spots. "Fuck Travis!" I shrieked as I felt my orgasm build. "Look at me when you cum kitten." Travis took my chin, pulling me closer to kiss me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, kissing me with that filthy need that I adored. 

"Fuck!" I moaned as my orgasm crashed over me like waves. Travis groaned my name into my mouth, spilling into me at the same time. "Fuck kitten." Travis gasped. "Ride it out for me." He murmured in my ear, his strokes inside me slowing, guiding me down from my high. 

I whimpered as he pulled out of me, our combined wetness sliding down my thighs. He kissed my neck, sucking softly. "Travis! You know you can't do that. Tree will be after your blood." I gasped, my eyes rolling back as he left bruising kisses on my skin. "Too late for that." He chuckled, kissing me softly.

"You're telling her it was you. And it's your fault if I can't walk well enough to perform tomorrow." I sighed. "Sure kitten. I'm doing it for you." Travis agreed, completely unbothered. "Thank you." I murmured, taking his face and kissing him gently. "I think your parents heard us." I whispered.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Travis chuckled. "If they want to stay with us in the same household as them, they should be prepared." He said and I burst out laughing.

"Yeah you're right. Point taken." I giggled, giving him one last kiss before standing up.

this is my first time writing smut in this book, should i keep doing it or was it really bad? i need feedback 😭