Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

break. bite. bang.

"You guys should totally try it," Brittany smirked, picking up the small chocolate from her kitchen shelf. "Patrick and I used it once, and that's how we ended up with this little one!" Britt giggled, bouncing 4 month old Goldie on her hip.

I bit down on a laugh, taking the chocolate from Brittany's hand and reading the packet. Break. Bite. Bang. That's what it said. According to Brittany, her and Patrick had split a piece of the chocolate, and had gotten so horny so quickly, they hadn't thought for a second to use protection; hence their third baby.

"I don't know... I'm not really ready for a baby just yet." I said, a little softly. I had gone through phases of wanting and not wanting kids – feeling ready versus not feeling ready. Right now, I didn't feel ready, and if this chocolate actually worked the way Britt said it did, I didn't want to accidentally get knocked up.

"Oh come on, it's not guaranteed you'll get pregnant, just make sure Travis whacks on a condom and you'll be fine!" Britt giggled.

I hesitated, firdgeting with the small packet in my hands. "It seems risky..." I sighed, trying to hand the packet back to Brittany, but she wouldn't take it.

She gently pushed my hand away, "Tay, you just told me ten minutes ago that you and Trav haven't had sex in over a month. You need this." Brittany insisted, then turned to face her baby daughter, "Plus, would it be the worst thing in the world if you got pregnant?" She smirked, and I just rolled my eyes, not bothering to say anything back.

She wasn't wrong, Travis and I hadn't had sex in over a month – which was unusual for us. Not because of anything bad, we'd just both been either too busy or too tired. Maybe we did need this.

"Fine," I shoved the little packet in my purse, "but I'm not ready to have a baby, so if I get pregnant I'm blaming it on you."

"Alright whatever, go fuck your husband!" Britt giggled, lifting Goldie's little hand to wave goodbye.

I flushed red, and lifted my hand in a baby style wave to wave goodbye, then rolled my eyes at Brittany, giving her a smile as turned to leave. This chocolate had better be worth it.

-

"I have a present," I sat up, lifting my head off Travis' chest as he scrolled aimlessly through Netflix later that night.

"Yeah? What is it?" He smirked, turning his attention to me.

I quickly got up, darting to the kitchen to find my purse and grab the small packet of chocolate.

"So," I stumbled back into the living room and onto the couch next to Travis, "Brittany insisted we try this," I held out the packet, and Travis took it from my hand.

"Break, bite, bang? What is this?" He looked at me, confused.

I couldn't help the nervous little smirk that appeared across my face, "It's chocolate... it's supposed to make you-... you know..." I bit down on my lip, subtly trying to get Travis to understand what I was saying.

"Make you what?" Travis laughed, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

I ducked my head, a little embarrassed, "Horny," I whispered, and Travis raised his eyebrows, a grin spreading across his lips. "I just figured 'cause we haven't had sex in a while maybe... we could try it?" I peeked up at him through my eyelashes, "Only if you want to, though."

Without another word, Travis tore open the packet, and broke the small chocolate in half, handing me my piece. "Bon Appétit, my love." I laughed nervously as I took the piece from his hand, watching as he popped his into his mouth without hesitation. I couldn't believe we were using something as ridiculous as aphrodisiac chocolate, but it was kind of exciting.