Tayvis One-Shots

lacy (m)

Travis's POV

The soft glow of the bedside lamp flickered against the walls, casting long shadows across the room as I leaned back on the bed. My phone was in my hand, but I wasn't really paying attention. Taylor had been teasing me all day about a surprise, dropping hints that were just vague enough to keep me intrigued. Now, as I waited for her to come out of the bathroom, I couldn't shake the sense that she was up to something.

The door creaked open, and I glanced up, expecting her usual cozy pajamas or maybe one of my hoodies she loved to steal. What I saw instead made my brain stall, like someone had hit pause on every coherent thought I'd ever had.

She stood there in the doorway, the softest smirk tugging at her lips, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. But it wasn't her smile that had me gripping the sheets like a lifeline, it was what she was wearing.

The lingerie was black, delicate lace that seemed to have been made for her and her alone. The bodysuit hugged every curve like a second skin, sheer in just the right places to leave nothing and everything to the imagination. Thin straps framed her shoulders, and the neckline plunged low, teasing the barest hint of skin that I was suddenly desperate to touch.

My gaze dipped lower, catching on the lace garters clipped to sheer stockings that ran the length of her legs. She was wearing a high waisted lacy thong, which hugged her hips and ass perfectly. Her legs looked endless, toned and smooth, with just the faintest shimmer catching the light. A tiny satin bow sat at the curve of her hip, so perfectly placed it almost felt like an invitation.

She shifted her weight, one hand resting on the doorframe as she tilted her head slightly. Her lips parted, soft and pink, and the smirk deepened into something more confident, more dangerous. "Well?" she asked, her voice light but carrying just enough edge to make my chest tighten. "What do you think?"

What did I think?

I thought I was in trouble.

My throat felt dry, and I could barely get the words out. "You-" I started, then stopped, shaking my head like I needed to reboot. "Angel, you- how-"

She laughed, low and melodic, the sound washing over me like warm water. "Speechless? That's a first," she teased, stepping into the room. I swear, every step she took, I could feel myself getting harder, making a tent in my boxers.

The closer she got, the harder it became to focus. My mouth went dry, and my hands twitched at my sides, itching to touch her. She was stunning on an average day, scratch that, she was stunning doing the most mundane things, like brushing her teeth or tying her shoes. But this?

This was a whole new level of beauty, one that had me completely at her mercy.

"You're killing me," I finally managed to say, my voice rough and uneven as I sat up straighter on the bed.

Her grin widened, and she reached out to brush her fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to meet her gaze. "Good," she murmured. "That's exactly what I was going for."

Her perfume hit me next, soft and sweet with a hint of something deeper, something intoxicating. My head swam, and I was pretty sure my heart was beating out of rhythm.

"Where did this come from?" I asked, my hands finally finding her waist. The fabric was smooth and cool against my palms, but underneath, I could feel her warmth, her heartbeat, the subtle tremble in her muscles that told me she wasn't as composed as she looked.

"I thought it was time for something... spontaneous," she said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "You've been so good to me lately. I wanted to give you a little reward."