Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce (Tayvis) One-Shots

54.4: at the game. (m)

continuation of series 54: (1. all i want is you, 2. bandages, and 3. what the doctor ordered (m))

"Alright, babe, I'm leaving," Travis said, walking back into the bathroom, where Taylor was standing in the mirror, preparing to do her makeup. "Is that what you're wearing to the game?" he asked, seeing her dressed in just a black corset he purchased for her, more so as lingerie than anything else, and a pair of skimpy panties. 

"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" She turned around and asked him. He walked over to her, grabbing her hips and squeezing her tightly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes, making up the difference between his lips and hers. 

"Nothing, baby. You just look good as fuck in it. I want to take it off of you," Travis stated with a smirk on his face. He leaned into her, kissing her passionately. As their kiss deepened, Travis' hands snuck their way beneath her corset. Taylor moaned as she broke their kiss. 

"Baby," she smiled. "You have to go. Did you not get enough last night?" She asked. 

"I'll never get enough of you, beautiful," he told her, kissing her again. 

"Trav," she whined, pushing him away. "You're going to be late." He had a strict arrival time, and she didn't want to be the reason he was late and got chewed out by his coach. She took hold of his face, bringing his face down to hers. She gives him several quick kisses. "I'll see you after the game. Good luck. You got this."

"I'll get a couple of good catches for you," he told her, kissing her again. 

"How about a touchdown?" She asked, smiling. 

"I can't make any promises there. I tried last week and couldn't get there." He told her. He was bummed about it, but as long as they won, he didn't care about his own personal stats. "The most I can guarantee is a catch."

"Okay, I'll take that," she told him. She gave him a few more kisses before they unhanded each other, and he left out of the bathroom. She let out a content sigh as she turned back to the mirror to finish getting ready for the game.

***

"Can you get, Trav?" Taylor asked, seeing one of the other players in the hallway before she got on the elevator that would take her to the floor of her suite. The player nodded and hustled back into the locker room area. 

"Come on, Taylor," her bodyguard, Drew, said to her. He was all about priorities getting her to a safe space quickly. Her stopping to see Travis before the game wasn't a priority to him, but it was to her. 

"Give me a minute," Taylor told him, standing close to the wall near the doors that the players came in and out of. It didn't take long for Travis to appear and look around for her. She grabbed on to his arm, and he turned to look at the person who had grabbed him. He smiled when he noticed it was her. 

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked, looking a little concerned but, of course, happy to see her. He took hold of her waist, her back against the hall she had been leaning against. 

"Nothing, I missed you," she whispered with a pout on her face. He shook his head with a smile as he leaned into her and kissed her. 

"I missed you too, beautiful," he told her. "You look sexy as hell in this outfit."

"Thank you. I knew you'd like it," she told him, holding the sides of his face and stroking his beard with her thumb. "Maybe, if you get me that touchdown, we can find a closet to hide in after the game," she whispered so only he could hear. 

"Maybe I can get two with that type of motivation," he whispered back. He kissed her again, only pulling back when he felt a pair of hands clap his shoulders. 

"Time to get to the field, big dawg," One of his teammates told him. He pulled back from the kiss, and Taylor tried to wipe the lipstick from his lips. "Heeeeyyy, Taaaaay," his teemamate sang. 

"Hey, Mecole," Taylor answered, giggling. "Good luck, you guys. I'll be cheering the loudest for you."

***

"Congrats, baby!" she said the second he came into the suite. She ran to him, jumping into his arms. He lifted her off the ground and spun her in a little circle. "I'm so proud of you!" he said, taking his face into her hands the same way she had numerous times throughout the day. She kissed him passionately, not caring that their friends and family members were in the room.

"Thank you, my love," Kelce said, holding on tightly to her. "Is that offer still on the table?" he asked, whispering. The last few minutes of the game were stressful, and using their bodies as stress relief was his favorite. 

"Mhm," she mumbled as she pulled him in for another kiss. He placed her back on her feet and looked around the room. When he noticed no one was watching, not even her security, they snuck out of the room, making sure to close the door softly behind them. With an empty hallway, they took off running until they reached a door. Travis has been planning this moment in his head since she made her statement before the game. He opened the door, and closed it quickly behind them, locking it.

He pushed her against the door, letting his lips meet hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongues fought for control. "I almost got that second touchdown for you, but Pat threw it over my fucking head," he told her, pushing her skirt up to her waist.

"That damn Patrick," she said, breathing heavily from their kisses. His lips met hers again as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers. He pushed her panties to the side, lifted one of her legs around his waist and guided himself into her. "Oh God," she moaned. 

"Shh, babe. Don't make too much noise. Do you want us to get caught?" He asked as he started to thrust into her with a smirk on his face. 

"No," she moaned, resting her head against the door as his thrust got harder. She tried to bite down on her lip to muffle her noises but couldn't, so she let her moans grow louder the longer he hit just the right spot. 

"Cover your mouth," he told her. He would do it himself, but he knew that he was the reason she was still able to stand in some capacity. One of his hands was holding up her leg, while the other was holding her waist. She did as she was told, covering her mouth with both her hands as they both gazed into each other's eyes. "There is no one else in this world I would do this with, do you know that?" he asked, speeding up his pace. She nodded quickly as her walls started to tighten around him and her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. "God, I love you," he said. There was no other girl he had been with that made him want to risk his job security for. He was sure if someone from the team caught him, they would give him an earful, and even knowing that he could get in trouble, he didn't car. All he cared about was this moment, and being with his girl. 

"I'm so close," she moaned once she removed her hands from her mouth, gripping his shoulder for extra support. 

"Cum, baby," he told her, as her nails started digging into his shoulders through his shirt. She whimpered as she came. 

"Fuck," he cussed right as he reached his own orgasm, releasing deep inside of her. He stopped his stroke, leaving himself buried inside of her. They both stood there, trying to catch their breath. She wrapped her arms around his next tightly while he buried his face into the crook of her neck. "I love you, so much, baby," he told her, kissing her neck.

"I love you, too," she finally said once she could breathe more easily. He raised from her neck and kissed her lips, giving her several short pecks. Slowly, he pulled out of her, allowing her to rest both of her feet on the ground again. "Do you think anyone noticed we were gone?" She asked him as they parted from each other. 

"I'm sure someone noticed," he told her. He pulled his boxers and pants up as she straightened her panties and skirt. "Just smile and pretend nothing happened," he told her, causing her to giggle. He took hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together effortlessly before he opened the door of the room they had been in. 

Both of their eyes grew wide when they saw Drew leaning against the wall across from the room with his arms folded across his chest. "You two just couldn't wait until you got back to the house, could you?" Taylor and Travis looked at each other and burst out laughing, leaving the room, and Drew where he stood, and headed back to the suite.