Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce (Tayvis) One-Shots

47.2: spilling wine in the bathtub. (m)

continuation of series 47: (1. the one. (m))

She groaned the instant her eyes opened. The light pouring in the window was making the hangover she had worse. She pulled the covers over her head, blocking the light from blinding her or giving her an even worse headache. Her sudden movement made Travis naturally pull her closer in his sleep. After last night's argument, she was surprised he was even holding on to her. That his fingertips were brushing lightly against her bare abdomen beneath her shirt. That he was even still willing to put up with her bullshit at all. Now, with a semi-clear mind, she couldn't even remember what the fight was about or how it got started. The last thing she remembered fully was her sipping a glass of wine in the bathtub while he stood across from her. 

"You always ignore me to play that stupid fucking game." She said, referring to his Playstation 5, which consumed some of his time once he got home from work. It was his way of unwinding after a long day. A long day of dealing with people that he didn't particularly like or want to be around. But, of course, the job brought the money in and put food on the table for both of them, so quitting wasn't an option.

"Is that what this is about? Or is it about me looking at other women?" He asked. Tonight while they were with friends, in her drunken stupor, she mentioned his gaze at the bartender. He wasn't doing anything but being nice to the women, but somehow Taylor took it as flirting. Took it as him disrespecting her in front of her face. Took it as him wanting to fuck this girl that he had never seen in his life before last night. "because in the car it was about the fucking girl, and now its about the fucking game. Pick why you're mad, Taylor."

"Both!" She said loudly. The wine she had poured herself when they got into the house sloshed around the glass, some of it spilling into the tub that she was sitting in. 

"That's not how it fucking works. I didn't even play that game today. So what the fuck pissed you off tonight?"  He wasn't about to allow her to use something from a previous day to defend why she was supposedly pissed right now. "You might have been pissed about that yesterday or the day before. But that's not what triggered whatever tantrum you pulled at the bar." He watched her take a sip of the wine. "You shouldn't be fucking drinking either. You had enough at the bar."

"Shut up." She replied, rolling her eyes at him.

He slipped his hand into her panties, massaging her clit as they kissed. She started to squirm beneath his touch instantly. Her hand rested atop his. To say that he did construction for work, his hands were always soft to the touch.

Without warning, he slid his middle and ring fingers inside of her, causing her to break their kiss and gasp loudly. Just by the way his fingers were moving, how rough he was being, even in his partly sleepy state, she knew he was still pissed at her for her shenanigans from the night before. "Trav, baby." She breathed. 

"Shut up." He told her, repeating the exact words she told him the night before. He continued to finger her, leaving her both breathless and speechless. 

"I'm... sorry, baby," She somehow managed to say, but he covered her lips with his, kissing her hard to shut her up. She whimpered and whined into the kiss. "Let me... make it up to you." She told him once their lips parted. 

"I don't want you to do anything," He whispered, looking her in the eyes the best he could. A smirk crossed his face when he realized she was close. He moved his fingers at a quickened pace once he noticed her eyes starting to roll into the back of her head. "I just want you to stop being crazy with me." He removed his fingers from inside of her and his hand out of her panties. He put his fingers to her lips, she took his fingers into her mouth and licked her own juices from his fingers. "Good girl." He told her. He removed his fingers from his fingers from her mouth and rolled over, closing his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. 

"You're so evil!" She exclaimed. He let out a laugh.