Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce (Tayvis) One-Shots

75.3: where i wanna be. (tw)(m)

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DRUG ABUSE

continuation of series 75: ( 1. business meeting? and 2. they can wait )

Travis pulled up in the driveway of the home he shared with his wife and kids and parked but didn't turn the car off. "Alright, I'll see you later on tonight or in the morning," he told his wife. He glanced over at the woman as she rolled her eyes at him. 

"Isn't she your secretary?" his wife asked. She had noticed. She noticed who he was following behind at the restaurant, why he disappeared for some time, and why he came back ready to leave immediately. 

"She is," he answered nonchalantly. 

"Why are you doing this to me, Travis?" she asked, her voice low. He could tell she was emotional, but the emotions weren't shown in her appearance or in her voice. 

"I don't love you; I love her," he told the woman he had been married to for a little over five years and with whom he shared two small children. 

"Then why don't you fucking divorce me then, Travis? Why do you stay in this marriage if you don't want to be here?!" Travis just looked at her and laughed. That's not what she wanted. 

"And where will you go? Back to the streets? Back on drugs? I made a promise to your father before he died to make sure you didn't overdose and kill yourself. I'm keeping my end of the deal. You can't take care of those kids on your own. You don't even have a high school education; where are you going to work to keep a roof over your head and my kid's head? Tell me." 

"I don't fucking want anything from you! And you can have those kids. I'm sure your whore will take great care of them!" She yelled. 

"She would," Travis smirked. Without saying another word, his wife removed herself from the car and slammed the door behind her. He watched as she stomped her way into the house and slammed the house door. Once he saw that she was safely in the house, he backed out of the driveway and was on his way to where he wanted to be, where he could relax and not have to worry about anything. 

The drive from his place to Taylor's was only about twenty minutes, but he couldn't wait to see her. Even though he had just fucked her at the restaurant, he couldn't wait to crawl into her bed. He parked his car next to hers and headed up to her unit. He turned the doorknob, and a smirk crossed his face when the door opened. He stepped into her apartment and closed the door behind him, locking it. 

"Princess?" he called out into her apartment. 

"Yes, Daddy?" She answered, her silhouette in the hallway. A smile rose to his face, and she came more into view as he walked closer to her. As he got closer, the lingerie she was wearing came more into view. 

"C'mere girl," he told her. She walked over to him. Once she was in his reach, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips connected.  He lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her to her bedroom. His original plan was to get to her place, fuck her until she wouldn't be able to come into work tomorrow and punish her for being out with another man, but now, he wasn't feeling as aggressive. He brought her into her room, kicked the door shut behind him, and laid her down gently on her bed. "Seeing you with that other man made me so mad, Princess. Do you know that?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry," she replied. "I'll never do it again."

"You better not because you're mine. Every single part of you is mine," Travis told her, starting to pull off the lingerie she was wearing for him. 

"Are you still mad at me, Daddy?" Taylor whispered against his lips once he had her naked, and he was ready to kiss her again.

"No, Princess." He kissed her and let his lips move from her lips to her neck. "I could never stay mad at you." He stood up, removed his clothes, and crawled back between her legs. He gently guided himself into her, a stark difference from his earlier entrance. "God, Princess. You feel so fucking good." She moaned as she pulled him in to kiss him. God, she loved when he was here, with her, inside of her. She hated having to split her time with his wife, who he claimed to care nothing for. She wanted him, all of him, all the time, but she also was willing to take what she could get. 

"Oh God," She moaned as he buried his face into her neck and picked up his pace. She dragged her nails down his back, soaking in every moment of him being with her. "Stay with me tonight, please," she asked him breathlessly, the words slipping out. They had rules. He never spent the night. He always went home to his wife and his kids. 

He repositioned himself, hovering over her. The grip on her thighs grew tighter as his thrust became rough and fast. That was his way of saying 'no.' His way of telling her that her question was out of line. "You know I can't, Princess," he told her, watching the grip she had on the sheets turn her knuckles white. She let out a scream as his strokes became almost unbearably rough.  "Cum for Daddy, Princess," he told her, feeling her walls slowly starting to tighten around him. Her back disconnected from the bed a she came. "Good girl," he told her as her body started to lower back onto the bed. 

He felt her hands starting to brush against his abs, attempting to push him away. He smirked at her, taking her hands and pinning them above her head. "Oh my God," she whispered. 

"Fuck," he said as he neared his own climax. He felt her walls pulsating around him again. He slammed into her one last time, as she came again, and he released deep inside of her. "Fuck," he said again, finally slowing down. He leaned down, kissing her as he let go of her wrist. "I'll stay..." he told her against her lips as he breathed heavily. "I'll stay with you tonight."