Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

you look good in a tank top

smut warning

Travis

I sighed, my eyes flickering open into a squint from the morning sun peeking through the curtains.

The air conditioning made our bedroom freezing, and I tugged the blanket up a little higher, before rubbing my eyes and turning to see my beautiful, peacefully sleeping wife.

Before I could even look at her face, I noticed something else. She'd worn a loose tank top to sleep last night, and at some point while she was sleeping, the tank top had shuffled around, leaving one of her breasts slipped out on one side.

I was just a guy in love with his wife, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. The cold made the nipple of her breast all pointy and perky, and it was hard to fight back my urge to lean forward and take her in between my lips. I wanted to hold her, touch her, make her feel like the only girl in the world.

Taylor and I had discussed boundaries - things we were okay with and things we weren't. Taylor had actually told me once that I was a tad over the top when it came to consent, and she wanted me to be more spontaneous. She trusted me enough to know I'd stop anything in a second if she asked.

So, with that in mind, I bit down on my lip, then pulled my sleeping wife's body closer to mine, and indulged in her swollen breast. I could've sworn they looked bigger lately, but Taylor had just assured me that was normal, and sometimes they were bigger at certain points in her cycle. Either way, I wasn't complaining.

I wrapped my lips around the tip of her nipple and bit down lightly, kissing gently at the same time. I'd never given her a hickey right on her nipple before, but I thought now might be a fun time to try.

Taylor shuffled slightly, and my eyes glanced up. A small, adorable smile spread across her lips as her body reacted to my touch, and a few seconds later, her eyes fluttered open. They flicked right down to meet mine, and she let out a soft gasp as I gently bit down again.

"Baby... boy..." She moaned, her voice still thick with sleep.

I released her nipple with a soft pop, letting my teeth drag just slightly as I pulled back, grinning up at her. "Couldn't help myself," I murmured, my hand slowly sliding up the curve of her side to cup her other breast through the loose tank top. "You were just lying there, looking so irresistible. Do you blame me?"

Taylor's smile widened, and she bit down on her lower lip, her sleepy, playful expression making my pulse race.

"I love you," she said, her voice low and breathy now as she arched her back ever so slightly into my touch.

My thumb grazed over her other nipple through the fabric, and I leaned back down to her bare breast, planting slow, deliberate kisses along her soft skin until I returned to that perfect, peaked tip. That was my way of saying 'I love you' back. She knew.

This time, I flicked my tongue over it before sucking it into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks just enough to make her inhale sharply.

Her fingers wove into my short waves of hair, tugging gently as she gasped. My hand trailed down, slipping beneath the hem of her tank top to splay across her warm stomach. I pressed a kiss just above her breast, my voice dropping to a rough whisper against her skin. "You make me crazy, my darling. Lying here all soft and warm, looking so damn good... how am I supposed to behave when you're like this?"

Her cheeks flushed, and her breath caught as my hand started to wander lower, my thumb teasing slow, lazy circles against the soft skin on her lower belly, the slight curve making me feral. My girl had been carved from the gods. "Maybe I don't want you to behave," she replied, her voice barely above a murmur. I took that as a challenge.