Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

SHE looks up grinning like a devil

Feb 14th, 2025

I don't know what I did to deserve a woman like her, but damn, I must've been a saint in a past life.

Taylor went all out tonight. The hotel suite looked like something straight out of one of those romance movies she makes me watch with her - candles flickering, rose petals scattered across the bed, the kind of soft lighting that made her glow like she was something unreal. But it wasn't the setup that had me feeling like the luckiest bastard alive. 

It was her.

She was curled up against me on the couch, her bare legs draped over my lap, her skin warm beneath my hands as I traced slow circles against her thigh. She smelled sweet, like vanilla and something else - something that was just her. The fire crackled in the corner, but I barely noticed it. My whole world was right here, tangled up with me, her lips curving into that teasing little smile that always had me ready to drop to my knees for her. She knew she had me wrapped around her long beautiful fingers. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby boy," she murmured, tilting her face up to mine, her lips brushing against mine so slow, so soft, I almost chased her when she pulled back.

I smirked, giving her thigh a squeeze. "You know you didn't have to do all this for me, Tay."

She pulled back just enough to look at me, and damn, that look - mischief, heat, something a little wicked. It shot straight to my gut. 

"Oh, this?" she whispered, slipping off my lap, sinking onto her knees between my legs. Her hands smoothed up my thighs, nails scratching just enough to make me suck in a breath.

"This is just the warm-up."

My mouth went dry. My grip on the armrest of the couch tightened.

Her fingers toyed with my belt, her playful eyes locking onto mine, "Your real present," she whispered, voice dripping with something sinful, "is me."

Jesus Christ.

My heart slammed against my ribs as Taylor's fingers moved slowly, deliberately, undoing my belt with a kind of confidence that made my whole body tense in anticipation.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Baby," I rasped, watching as she tugged my belt free and tossed it aside, her lips curling like she could hear the way my breath hitched. "You tryna kill me?"

She laughed, soft, teasing, and fuck, so damn pretty. "Not at all," she murmured, pressing a kiss just above my waistband. "I'm just... having some fun."

Her hands were warm as they slid up my stomach, nails just barely scratching over my skin beneath my shirt. My chest flexed beneath her touch, and I had to bite back a groan when she leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my hip bone, right above the line of my boxers.

"Tay..." I warned, my voice rough, my fingers twitching where they rested couch.

She glanced up at me, blue eyes full of something wicked. "Yes my love?"

I exhaled sharply through my nose, jaw clenched so tight it could crack. She was enjoying this - dragging it out, making me sweat. I knew her well enough to know she'd keep teasing me until I begged.

And hell, I'd beg on my fucking knees for this woman. 

But not yet.

I reached down, threading my fingers into her soft curls, guiding her face up toward mine. "You know I love that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart," I murmured, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip, tugging it down just slightly. "Think you can be a good girl for me?"