Tayvis One-Shots

playing with fire (m)

Taylor's POV

We're lounging in the living room, a relaxed atmosphere surrounding us, with a couple of drinks in hand. The soft glow of the lights and the hum of music in the background set the mood for what's shaping up to be a fun night.

Travis leans back on the couch, his legs stretched out, a wide grin on his face. "Alright, babe, you ready for this?" he asks, his voice teasing, yet there's an undercurrent of mischief that I can't ignore.

I glance down at the cards he's holding. "What exactly are we playing again?" I ask, my eyes narrowing playfully.

He leans forward, a little too close, and I feel the heat from his body. "Couple's drinking game. We take turns asking each other questions, and if we can't answer, or don't want to answer, we drink."

A challenge, huh? I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "You think I'm going to be shy about answering?"

"Only one way to find out," he says, winking at me. "You ready?"

I chuckle and nod, the energy between us already getting electric.

The first few questions are harmless. I ask him about his favorite food, his go-to karaoke song, the kind of thing you'd expect in a simple drinking game. But it doesn't take long before the questions get a little more... intense.

"So, what's the one thing you're into that you've never told anyone?" he asks, leaning in just enough that I feel his breath on my neck.

I pause, caught off guard. I take a deep breath, thinking for a moment, then shrug. "Alright, I'll bite. I've got a thing for soft touches. Like, subtle, gentle touches... like when someone plays with my hair or just traces their fingers down my arm." I glance at him, and his lips curve into a small smirk.

"Noted," he says, clearly amused. "Alright, your turn."

My pulse quickens as I ask the next question. "What's your biggest turn-on?" The words slip out before I can even stop myself, and I feel my cheeks heat up, but I'm not backing down now.

Travis grins, taking a slow sip of his drink. "You," he says easily. His confidence makes my stomach do a little flip. "There's nothing hotter than seeing you laugh or get all sassy with me."

I flushed, before taking a sip of my drink, gradually feeling myself become more and more tipsy.

Travis leans forward, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes as he asks, "What's something you've always wanted to try in the bedroom but haven't yet?"

I freeze for a moment, caught off guard by the boldness of his question. My breath catches in my throat as I glance around the room, feeling the weight of the question hang in the air. My heart pounds in my chest, the tension between us thickening.

I bite my lip, trying to maintain my cool, but my mind is racing. There's no way I can back down now.

"Well," I start, my voice quieter than usual, "I've always wondered what it would be like to... experiment with something more... spontaneous." I pause, the words tasting foreign on my tongue but strangely thrilling. "Maybe... having you take me somewhere other than the bedroom. A little bit of adventure, you know? Also, I've... always wanted to try a little BDSM."

Travis raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, his smirk growing wider. "Spontaneous, huh?" he murmurs, clearly enjoying the effect his question has had on me. "And BDSM. I like the sound of that."

I shift in my seat, trying to remain composed, but I can't deny the heat building in my chest, the tension escalating with every word. Travis leans forward, his voice dropping lower.