#travis kelce oneshot

[lecsainz]

Hi can you please do one about the Travis and Taylor rumours going around. Maybe like your Taylor’s sister dating Travis secretly for awhile now and your pregnant. And like the Taylor concert he went to he was like there with you and the football that Taylor went to she was like there with you. And it all comes out that he’s with you and not Taylor and they find out your pregnant and all and are so shocked and didn’t see it coming. Like if that makes sense 🙂

EVERYONE WAS WRONG

parings: travis kelce + swift!reader

author 🗒️’s: I missed writing smau 😭

summary: where you are taylor swift sister and there’s something with travis but everyone thinks he and taylor are dating.

✩. . . masterlist !

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ynswift can I say I'm cheating on the eagles?

tag: @/taylorswift @/chiefs

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taylorswift still can't believe you made me come to this game

⤷ ynswift didn't force you at all!

user6 love seeing the swift sisters together

killatrav It was nice meeting you, y/n

⤷ ynswift likewise, kelce

⤷ killatrav hope to see you girls at the next game

⤷ ynswift I need to check my schedule

user1 y/n being the cupid of tayvis

user Is it confirmed that taylor and travis are together???

⤷ user4 I think so

user2 she it's me in life: the friend who always couples people up

user5 andrea, please adopt me to be their sister!

⤷ ynswift mom said she'd adopt!

⤷ user5 OH MY GOD

philadelphiaeagles no comments

⤷ ynswift I swear we still loyal to your team

user7 I want a tayvis photo, make it happen y/n!

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Y/N and Travis had met during a The Eras concert, what seemed like a normal show turned into something entirely different. Y/N didn't expect it until she literally ran into this 6'5'' tall man. He was so much taller than her that she couldn't help but feel incredibly drawn to the unknown man, so much so that she forgot how to speak when he asked if she was okay.

Travis found the blonde girl utterly charming and just had to ask for her number. However, instead of getting her number, he received a polite but firm "no." That piqued the curiosity of the Kansas City Chiefs' tight end. With determination, he approached one of the security guards to inquire about the mysterious blonde girl. After a bit of investigating, he finally discovered that she was Y/N Swift, the younger sister of the famous Taylor Swift.

Travis couldn't help but be intrigued by this revelation. He felt compelled to get to know Y/N better, despite the initial rejection. It took him over a week to gather the courage to send her a direct message. When he did, he invited her to an Eagles game, which he later learned was the Swift family's favorite team, and having her older brother on the team made it easier to secure a private suite for their date.

As the two of them spent more time together, a genuine connection began to form. Y/N was captivated by Travis's charisma and his down-to-earth personality, something she hadn't experienced with anyone in a long time. Travis, on the other hand, was smitten with Y/N's intelligence, warmth, and her unique ability to make him forget about the pressures of the football field.

One date led to another, and before they knew it, they were deeply involved in a relationship that neither had anticipated. Their connection was electric, and they couldn't get enough of each other's company.

As the days turned into weeks and then into months, Y/N and Travis's bond grew stronger. They had shared dreams, inside jokes, and an unspoken understanding that went beyond the public eye. But their connection was shrouded in secrecy, as Y/N didn't want to overshadow her sister's fame and success.

Despite their efforts to keep things private, the media eventually caught wind of their relationship. Reports began to circulate, with speculations of a romance between Travis and Taylor Swift, not Y/N. The rumors hurt Y/N, as it seemed like her own life would always be overshadowed by her sister's immense fame.

Little did she know that amidst the media frenzy and the complications of their secret relationship, she would find herself facing an unexpected twist of fate – she was pregnant with Travis's child.

As days turned into weeks, Y/N couldn't keep the secret any longer. She knew she needed to tell Travis about the life-changing news, despite the fear and uncertainty that loomed over her. She had never been in a situation like this before.

One evening, she decided it was time to confide in Travis. With her heart pounding, she went to his house, her mind filled with thoughts of how he might react. Would he be overwhelmed? Would he want to be a part of this?

Travis opened the door and smiled warmly at her, inviting her in. Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to talk to you about, something important."

Travis's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "What's going on, Y/N? You look serious."

Y/N took a deep breath and began, "Travis, there's something I need to tell you. It's not easy, and we didn't plan for this, but..." She paused, her eyes glistening with emotion, "I'm pregnant."

For a few seconds, there was silence. Travis processed the information, and his eyes filled with a mix of emotions, but he didn't look away from Y/N. Then, a gentle smile crossed his face. "Y/N, are you serious? We're going to be parents?"

Y/N nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, Travis. I'm pregnant."

Travis leaned in closer, his face filled with emotion. "That's incredible! I can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she saw his genuine excitement. "I'm so glad you're happy, Travis. I was worried about how you'd react."

Travis took her hands in his and looked deeply into her eyes. "Y/N, I couldn't be happier. This is a beautiful surprise, and I'm looking forward to this journey with you. We'll figure everything out together."

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. She couldn't believe how supportive Travis was being. "Travis, you have no idea how much this means to me. I was so afraid to tell you."

Travis took her hand and said, "Y/N, I care about you more than I can express. In fact, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now." He got down on one knee, pulling a small box from his pocket. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?"

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears of joy as she nodded and replied, "Yes, Travis, a thousand times, yes."

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taylorswift so happy for you both 🤍 and travis you better take good care of my little sister!

austinkingsleyswift congrats sis!

jason.kelce finally, you guys announced it! I couldn't stand not being able to talk about it anymore. congratulations lovebirds!

chiefs welcome to chiefs family y/n!

donnakelce I'm so happy to have you in the family now y/n! 💕

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

a/n: I haven't been on here in forever! This one is about Travis Kelce because I think everyone should be obsessed with him. Here, Enjoy !

Warnings: Fluff, Teasing, Smut (F receiving)

Words: 2,391 (Not proofread)

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

MIDNIGHT FUN | TRAVIS KELCE

The night was alive with the buzz of the charity event. Good music was playing, the clinking of glasses could be heard as well as the hum of conversations from people talking and laughing.  All kinds of fortunate individuals filled the room: singers, actors, athletes and many more. In the heart of the elegant venue, amidst the sea of well-dressed guests, you stood making cocktails behind the main bar. 

You were too busy serving drinks to notice the pair of eyes burning into you. You finished making your Negroni before handing it to the guy that was waiting at the bar, giving him a smile. He tipped and thanked you before moving away, leaving you to make direct eye-contact with the tall and muscular man standing behind him, a few feet away from you. He was in a conversation with some other guys, but he wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying, his gaze focused on you. You diverted your eyes, as a short blond lady waved at you, you moved towards her and her friends for their order before getting right back to work. 

From where he stood, he could see your body moving smoothly behind the bar. You were in your element, and it showed. Your eyes were sparkling with a quiet confidence as you meticulously crafted some exquisite cocktails for all these known faces. Travis, never one to shy away from seizing an opportunity, excused himself before approaching the bar. 

You turned your attention to his towering presence, your gaze meeting his with a mix of professionalism and intrigue. ‘’Evening, what can I get you sir?’’ you asked, your voice carrying a subtle note of confidence.

Travis, ever the charismatic figure, studied the array of bottles with a playful glint in his eyes before looking back at you. ‘’I’ll have whatever you’re having.’’ He replied, his voice carrying the resonance of someone accustomed to taking risks. You squinted your eyes, smirking with a hint of playful challenge. 

‘’Are you sure you can handle it?’’ Travis chuckled, his confidence unwavering. ‘’I can handle anything baby.’’ 

You accepted the challenge with a nod before turning around to retrieve the bottles you needed as you blushed lightly. As you began crafting a complex cocktail, your fingers moving with precision, Travis couldn’t help but to look you up and down, analyzing your every move.

You were wearing a little classy black dress, that was hugging you in all the right places and showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. He licked his lips looking as you poured the liquid mixture into two different glasses.

You handed him his drink before he held his glass and nodded his head towards you. You watched him take a sip as you took yours, your eyes dancing with amusement.

The cocktail was a masterpiece, a blend of flavors that left Travis genuinely impressed. ‘’You have a way with those drinks.’’ Travis remarked, leaning casually against the bar. You glanced up, a playful smile playing on your lips. ‘’Well, it’s all about finding the right combination, isn’t it?’’

His gaze held yours, a magnetic pull that neither could deny. ‘’I’d say it’s more the person behind the bar. The drinks are just a bonus.’’

You arched an eyebrow, your eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘’You clearly know what to say to charm the ladies.’’ He grinned, unfazed. ‘’Good thing I have plenty more where that came from.’’

You laughed before some older guy called for you to serve him. ‘’If you’ll excuse me.’’ You said before attending the other guests leaving Travis with interest and desire in his eyes. He went back to his teammates, Pat nudging him with his elbow. ‘’ Shut up, man.’’ Travis responded with a chuckled.

After a while, your colleague came back behind the bar, signaling that it was your time to take a small break and get some fresh air in the back of the building. You sat down on a bench outside, taking in the breeze on your warm skin.  You couldn’t help but think about your interaction with Travis. His confidence on the field was only matched by his charisma off it. You had to admit, he was smooth.

Travis was there to support a cause close to his heart, an organization that provided opportunities for underprivileged youth. He was enjoying his night, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty girl behind the bar. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted your figure back behind the marble counter. Travis had been talking with Jimmy Fallon and Paul Rudd about the upcoming game against the Jets. They exchanged for a little bit, before Travis noticed his glass was now empty. He excused himself from the pair to get himself another drink.

He strode through the crowd, his tailored suit fitting him like a second skin, a charming smile on his face. Your eyes met again once he approached you. ‘’Hi again.’’ He said with a grin ‘’Your drink was so good, it’s already empty.’’ 

‘’Well, what do you want me to tell you, I’m good at what I do.’’ You replied playfully ‘’Would you like another drink?’’ He nodded softly leaning closer towards you. ‘’Surprise me.’’ 

His low voice made you clench your tights slightly as you smiled and started to work your magic. You extended your arm handing him a new concoction. You leaned in close, your voice a sultry whisper. ‘’I call this one the ‘Midnight Fun’, one of my personal favorites.’’

‘’Oh yeah? And what kind of fun should I be expecting at midnight?’’ Your pulse quickened, the air suddenly charged with an electric energy. You felt bold so you got on your tiptoes, moving your upper body over the bar, you face resting near his ear. ‘’You would be lucky to find out.’’ 

The moment the words left your mouth, Travis’s eyes turned dark. You stayed there a few more seconds, giving him a perfect view of your chest before you pulled away slowly with a wink. 

Before he was able to speak, you turned around hearing a low grunt coming from his throat. You moved further down the bar, glancing at him over your shoulder, smirking with a sense of victory. Travis’s eyes were glued to your ass, not even trying to hide it as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

‘’She’s got you wrapped around her finger man.’’ Pat said as he landed a hand on his shoulder, chuckling lightly. 

As the night wore on, the lively atmosphere of the charity event seemed to fade into a background hum, leaving you and Travis in your own intimate world. You found yourselves in a playful dance of glances, your chemistry becoming more palpable with every passing moment.

‘’ You know, I never got your name.’’ You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was, you recognized his voice and his cologne the moment he approached you. ‘’Y/N’’ you answered as you grabbed some bottles, starting a new drink for the clients on your left. You asked him his name in return, and he looked slightly taken aback. You knew who he was, but you didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that you were a football lover just yet, so you made it seem as if he was just another guy at a charity event.

‘’I’m Travis’’ he answered, leaning in closer to you, his voice a low, velvet caress. ‘’I must say, you have a way with your hands Y/N. The way you handle those bottles…’’

You met his gaze, a sly smile playing at the corners of your lips. ‘’Oh Travis, it’s all in the wrist action. You have to know just how to … control the flow.’’ He chuckled, the double entendre not lost on him. You finished the drinks, handing them to the two ladies, waiting patiently for their cocktails before looking back at Travis, a small grin on your face.

His gaze never wavered from yours. The room seemed to shrink around you guys, leaving only the two of you in your own intimate bubble. ‘’I have to admit, I’m rather envious of those lucky bottles. They get to feel your touch all night long.’’ 

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing his ear. ‘’If only you knew just how much I can do with my hands.’’ You leaned back and could see the desire in his eyes. Your fingertips drifted on his firm hand that was laying on the counter in front of you. ‘’If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom, I’ll be right back.’’ 

He wanted to follow you but he wasn’t sure if he should, he looked at you go as you swayed your hips, glancing at him over your shoulder, winking at the tall man. He followed close behind, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to what he was about to do.

He grabbed your waist tightly and pulled you into an unoccupied bathroom, pushing your back to the wall after he closed the door and locked it. You looked up to him at the noticeable heigh difference. You exchanged looks and you both could feel the tension in the small room. 

He took one step closer to you as he stared at your lips for a moment, coming back to your eyes. He sighed and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed him by the neck and crossed the small distance between you so that your mouths could touch. 

Travis cupped your face with his right hand as his left one grabbed your waist again. The moment was heated, the kiss was rough and filled with desire. Your hand navigated to his chest feeling his toned muscles contract at your touch. You sucked on his bottom lip, gaining a low grunt from him before you smiled slightly against his mouth. You pulled your face back for a second, and could feel him breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against your body. Travis went back to your lips hungrily, and in that moment the only thing you could focus on was him and the feeling of fire pooling in your lower abdomen. 

He bit his teeth down on your lip and dragged it backwards, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. He pressed his body to yours like it was even possible as he buried his face into your neck, kissing along your jawline. He ran his tongue on your exposed collarbone, hands circling your body as they landed on your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly.  

‘’Fuck, Travis.’’ You panted, your hand running across the waistband of his trousers. 

‘’I’ve been wanting to do that all night, baby.’’  His voice rasped as he continued to travel his hands down your body. He caressed your leg before bringing it up to his hip, as the hand he placed on your thigh began to slither up towards the part of your body that needed him the most.

Travis’s fingertips finally get to the fabric covering your heated folds. You nodded before he effortlessly placed his hand over your black lace underwear, perfectly over your slit. 

‘’Already so wet.’’ He playfully whispered as he rubbed upwards, feeling the wetness in between your tights. He slid your underwear down your legs as he bent down to pick them up and carefully placed them in the front pocket of his blazer. 

‘’I’ll keep those.’’ He said smirking and looking up at you. You looked down towards him, your eyes meeting once again, as you anticipated his next move. He brought your right leg over his shoulder for much better access. He started kissing and licking the inside of your thigh carefully, edging you closer as you moaned quietly. 

Before you could understand what was happening, he swiftly grabbed your other leg and placed it against his head, standing up again to his full heigh as you shrieked in surprise and excitement. Your body was now resting against the cold tiles, one of your hand was resting on the ceiling and the other on the back of Travis’s head as his shoulders supported the entirety of your weight. 

Before you could even ask him to do anything, you felt his mouth apply pressure to your wet pussy, his tongue lapping at your folds with expertise. The new sensation caused you to let out a soft moan and you could feel Travis smile against you. 

The knock on the door startled you, but Travis dismissed it quickly.

‘’Occupied’’ he said loudly, so the person on the other side of the wall could hear him properly.  He quickly went back to devouring you like a starved man, moving his tongue skilfully, reaching all the right places as he snaked a hand around your thigh, his fingers moving towards your clit. 

You could feel the familiar knot in your lower abdomen begin to tighten as you moan loudly.

‘’That feel good baby?’’ he asked cockily and proud as you nodded while mumbling incoherently. You were a mess. Your head was thrown back, lips parted and panting as your chest moved up and down rapidly. 

‘’Travis, I’m … I’m so, oh my god’’ you tried to say as he moaned against your pussy, sending a wave of vibration all over your body. You could feel yourself getting closer by the second. His mouth continued to work your folds, your breathing getting heavier, and your body started writhing as you cried out his name, coming. He licked you clean and took his time with you, leaving a trail of kisses on your thighs as he slowly and carefully put you down on your feet. 

‘’What time do you get off?’’ you smirked. ‘’Why, you want me to return the favor?’’ you answered back, winking at him while you tried to control your breathing. He laughed quietly before stepping closer to you to give you a small kiss on the lips. 

‘’Actually, I was thinking about an early breakfast, if you’d care to join me.’’ he asked you, as he took your hand in his, playing with your fingers, looking at you to study your reaction carefully. He was genuinely interested, he wanted more, more than just a hookup. 

‘’I would love that’’ you smiled back, blushing.  

[kelcemesoftly]

Request “You know I would die for you, right?” for Trav

Not My Girl

Triggers: swearing, alcohol, angst then fluff

Notes: Thanks so much for this request! I think I went a little overboard, but shhhh. I had a lot of fun writing this one :) Maybe angst is my thing??? Who knows.

Also, as much as I cannot stand the Bengals, I have nothing against any of the players or Logan Wilson. So no hate please ❤️💛

The Chiefs were down by a field goal at the beginning of the fourth quarter. Usually, that wouldn't cause you too much stress, but this was against the Bengals. And historically, the games had come down to the last possession. That thought alone made you feel sick to your stomach. You knew how important this playoff win was to the guys on the team. It would prove to all the haters, all the doubters, that the Chiefs were the real deal, and that Arrowhead would always be Arrowhead.

You watched as Pat, Trav, and the rest of the offense fled onto the field. You were up in the booth with Britt, some of the other wives, and Trav's entire family. Unfortunately, the Eagles hadn't made it this far in the playoffs, and while that was sad for Jason, it meant that his family could come and support Trav while rooting for the Chiefs to pull off a win. "Let's go, babe," you muttered, standing near the see-through glass of the family-style suite. Pat got the ball and threw it to Trav, who successfully made the catch. He gained about ten yards before he was tackled down by Logan Wilson. Only this time, the defensive player was preventing him from getting up right away. At first you felt as if your heart stopped, afraid that Travis had been injured. But, that worry was quickly replaced with utter confusion once he stood up and got in the face of Wilson. You couldn't hear any of the words being exchanged, obviously, but you could see his muscles flex under his jersey, even with as far away as you were. "What the hell?" you whispered, glued to the plexiglass in front of you.

The ref threw up a yellow penalty flag as Wilson shoved Travis, who then reacted out of instinct by shoving the defensive player back. Soon enough, both teams got into a scuffle, and the only reason Travis got out of that mess was because Pat literally pulled him out of it. "What happened?" Britt asked, popping up next to you, her brows furrowed in concern and confusion.

"I have no clue. He hasn't been like this... this mad, in years," you said, shaking your head. At the beginning of his career, Trav had a real quick temper on him, but that had progressively gotten better as the seasons had went on. Sure, he would get heated here and there, but this was something different. Listening to the ref's call, you heard that each player got an unsportsmanlike call, offsetting each other. You reached for your drink and took a long sip, running your fingers through your hair while watching the boys on the field below. Luckily, Travis had remained put together the remainder of that drive, with him scoring a touchdown. Unfortunately, Butker missed the extra point, so the Chiefs were only ahead by a field goal.

Kylie had made you up another drink, and by the time you were half-way through it, the Bengals had tied up the game. "You don't want 15 to have the ball in his hands in the final seconds of this game," Britt said, clapping her hands as the Chiefs' offense took the field once again. You watched them intently, immediately picking up on the fact that Travis was distracted. That altercation must have really rattled him, based on fact that Trav had now dropped three passes.

"Come on, Trav," Jason encouraged, placing his hands on top of his head. The game was down to the final 30 seconds, and the boys still had forty yards to go. Blowing out a deep breath, you bit down on your lip as Britt handed you a shot glass. "It's good luck," she lied, clanking glasses with you and Kylie before all three of you shot it back.

As you reached down for your drink, you shrieked loudly when you saw Travis and Wilson going at it once again at the end of one of their plays, albeit this time it was much more intense. There was clearly yelling going between the both of them, with Travis pointing his finger angrily at the man across from him. "Baby, don't do this. We need you," you begged, swallowing the bile you felt creeping up in your throat. Once again, Pat was able to break up the fight, but not without a flag being thrown. Thankfully, the penalty was only on Wilson that time, otherwise your husband would have been ejected.

"What the hell is his deal?" you asked no one in particular, shaking your head. You were angry that he was doing this because he could have easily jeopardized the game and his team, something you knew he'd regret. And it was a playoff game, to make it worse. You just prayed that nothing else would happen in the remaining seconds of the game.

Britt took your hand in hers and squeezed it as Pat got the ball, scrambling around the pocket until he spotted Trav being wide open. Your husband caught the ball and ran it into the end zone, spiking the ball. He screamed out in happiness and did one of his dances, only being stopped by his teammates embracing him. Pat gripped his arm and dragged him off the field before he could confront his enemy, not wanting there to be a penalty flag on the play to overturn the touchdown. As soon as the touchdown was confirmed, everyone in the booth screamed and cheered. "We're going to the Super Bowl!" Britt screamed, jumping up and down with you.

Everyone in the booth celebrated while the players wrapped up the game, and before you knew it, you were heading down to the field with the other family members in the booth. As soon as you got to the field, your eyes roamed around for your husband. Once you spotted him, you took off running for him. Trav opened his arms and you jumped into them, legs and arms wrapping around his sweaty body. "You did it, baby, you're going to the Super Bowl," you grinned, happy tears streaming down your cheeks. Even though they'd been to three Super Bowls before, winning two of them, the pride and joy you felt for him never got old. Giving him a sweet kiss, you told him how much you loved him before he set you down. He kept his arm securely wrapped around your shoulders as his family hugged him, as well, not letting you go for one second. It wasn't abnormal for him to want to touch you, but he wasn't generally this clingy.

Before you had a chance to ask him what had happened on the field, Wilson began to approach your small group. When Trav saw him, a low, animalistic growl left his throat, and he started to stalk toward him. You tried with all your might to hold him back, scared of what he might do. Unfortunately, you weren't strong enough to do so on your own. Luckily, Jason and Ed were right there. Jason gripped the back of his jersey and Ed stood in front of his son, pushing him back with his hands on Trav's chest. "I think you should give him time to cool off," Ed said, turning his head to speak to Wilson. With a curt nod, he obliged and walked away with his shoulders slumped.

"Travis Michael Kelce," you said firmly, eyes narrowing. You had no idea what the heck was going on, but you weren't going to have him risking his career over a petty football disagreement with someone on another team. When Trav's warming blue hues met yours, his face instantly softened and he swallowed thickly. "What the hell is this about?" you asked, putting your foot down. He shook his head, signaling he didn't want to talk about it on the field in front of all the reporters. You could understand that, so you didn't argue with him. Instead, you continued to celebrate with him and the rest of the guys before they headed to the locker room.

You and the rest of the family waited in the family waiting area while Trav showered and changed. It was eerily quiet between all of you, considering the win that just took place. "He had to have said something non football related. Travis has never been that pissed over a game," Jason commented, holding Ellie in his arms.

You sighed and nodded your head, looking down at your shoes. "Why don't y'all head back to the house? I'll wait for him. Hopefully I can get it out of him and he'll be calm by the time we get home," you suggested, rummaging through your purse to hand Kylie the keys. They agreed and after giving you a hug, shuffled out of the waiting area.

It wasn't too much longer before Travis emerged from the locker room. A small smile crossed your lips, and you offered him a hug and a kiss when he greeted you. Despite how irritated and slightly annoyed you were with him about his altercation with Wilson, you couldn't help but be immensely proud of him. He laced his fingers with yours and led you toward your car.

As soon as he pulled onto the highway, you turned in your seat so that you could properly look at him. "Trav, what happened? This... this anger, this rage, it isn't you. Not anymore," you said gently, stroking the back of his hand that was rested against your thigh.

With a heavy sigh, he glanced toward you and then squeezed your leg before turning his attention back to the highway. "I fucking hate his guts, Y/N."

You chuckled humorlessly, scrunching up your nose. "I gathered that from your two interactions with him, babe. Why do you hate him? You haven't had an issue with him in the past," you pointed out, placing your palm against the back of his hand before lacing your fingers with his.

"He made degrading and derogatory comments about you, babe. Comments that I wasn't going to fucking stand for. I don't give a fuck what he says about me. He wants to comment on my game? My appearance? My personality? Go for it. But he will not speak that way about my wife," he seethed, face reddening.

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "What did he say?"

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that he said filthy things that he should have never said. I will never forgive him, Y/N."

"I appreciate you sticking up for me, babe. I really do. But you could have been ejected from the game. The playoff game, Travis! You would regret that for the rest of your life," you said, your free hand flying into the air.

"No, I wouldn't. You know I would die for you, right? Getting kicked out of one fucking game would be nothing."

And as much as you wanted to argue with him, as much as you wanted to say he would regret it in the long run, you couldn't find it in your heart to yell at him or be mad. He was defending your honor, being the most amazing husband and person you could have asked for. Instead of yelling at him, you leaned over and pressed your lips to his cheek. "I love you. To the moon and back."

"You already know, baby girl. I love you more."

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T. Kelce - “We’re Having a WHAT?”

“Let’s go!” Travis exclaims. Today marks 12 weeks pregnant. Meaning, it will be the first time that the pair would see their baby. Both Brielle and Travis were beyond ecstatic. Ever since Brielle had muttered those words to Travis, he couldn’t stop thinking about that moment, thinking about the future and when the two of them would be parents. Coming along with this, Travis also grew extremely overprotective of his wife. He couldn’t stand the thought of another person even thinking about bumping into her. Travis knew she was tough, and wasn’t by any means considered fragile. Afterall, he had seen Kylie, his sister-in-law, go through this numerous times now.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Brielle dismisses. Finally walking down the stairs. Though it was early in pregnancy, Brielle felt uncomfortable and bloated practically all the time. Her morning sickness had only begun to lessen, but she was still throwing up constantly. Dressed in a pair of leggings, and one of Travis’ old shirts. She didn’t care how she looked, but Travis still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He places a kiss on her temple.

“Ready?” He asks, she nods her head. Travis opens the door, allowing his wife to step through and make their way to the car where he also opens the door for her there. Brielle is certain that he would’ve tried to buckle her seatbelt for her if she would’ve let him.

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“I’ll be back in a second to check on you guys.” The nurse says before exiting the room. Travis and Brielle sat hand in hand anxiously awaiting the scan. Only a few more moments before they could see their beautiful baby. Moments achingly pass before there’s a series of knocks at the door. The nurse, Emma, enters the room once more.

“Ready? Verify your name and date of birth once more for me?” Brielle complies, as Emma begins to grab a bottle from the other side of the room.

“If you could just lift your shirt a bit for me, I’m going to put this jelly on your belly and then we can get a look at baby.” She explains. Brielle nods, pulling her shirt up and the modesty blanket over her waist down.

“We’re going to start with the abdominal scan, and if you aren’t as far along then we can move to the transvaginal.” She explains. Brielle nods her head, the nurse kept the large screen facing herself while she sets up. Finally, squeezing a considerable amount of warm gel on Brielle’s stomach, she places the instrument on her. Turning the screen as she begins to roll around. Both parents watch the screen intently, confused. Emma begins to explain what she’s looking at as she rolls the device across Brielle’s stomach.

“Wait a second,” Emma murmurs quietly.

“What? What do you mean?” Brielle feels her heart shatter. She knew that Emma hadn’t meant to speak at the level she had. Travis places his free hand on Brielle’s shoulder. He didn’t know what was happening, but he wanted to prepare himself for the worst.

“There’s two of them in here. Congratulations Mom and Dad!” She exclaims, beginning to show both fetuses. Though they were small and a little hard to see, they were there in plain sight.

“You mean to tell us, it’s twins?” Brielle feels her throat go dry.

“We’re having what?” Travis raises his voice slightly. The Kelce family was at a loss for words. Brielle kept telling Travis that she felt like she was showing the past two weeks, a small part of her thought it was just bloating, but this confirmed that it was most definitely more than that.

“This is so exciting!” Emma chirps out as she begins to take pictures on the device, typing aggressively.

“The doctor will need to come in and confirm this as well.” She notes.

“Twins,” Travis stares blankly. Realization setting in for the both of them. They were about to be in for quite the ride for the next 18 years. While the pair had always wanted children, and this was the quickest way to quickly expand their family, it was a lot to let sink in. Before the end of the year, their family of two would double. The rest of the ultrasound, both Travis and Brielle are dead silent as Emma and their physician explain the ultrasound to them as well as future prenatal care.

.

After an eternity of silence, Travis is finally the first to speak.

“What are you feeling?” He asks, putting a hand on his wife’s thigh.

“I’m so excited but I’m so scared Trav. Twins? I feel so over my head.” She admits. Travis understood how she felt, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of them.

“Have you seen the way you are with Wy and El when we watch them? You’re a freaking pro at this stuff. If there is anyone in the whole world that I would trust to not only bring one baby into this world, but two, it’d be you.” Travis smiles, Brielle begins to feel tears well in her eyes.

“Don’t cry baby,” He says, he could feel his heart breaking.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so emotional.” She begins fanning her face as tears begin to fall. Now that it had started, Travis knew they were not going to stop anytime soon.

“I want to be here for you in any way that I can to help you and the babies. What do I have to do for those tears to stop?” Travis inquires, both of them knew that nothing was the correct answer but Travis never accepted that.

“Ice cream?” Brielle sniffles, it never eliminates how she felt but it always puts a smile on her face. Travis and Brielle went out practically every night to go get ice cream since finding out the news. The couple hadn’t revealed to the world that they were expecting, but with the frequency of trips made to the local ice cream shop, they definitely knew. Grateful, they’d never said anything.

“Of course.” He smiles comfortingly at his wife. They knew each other like the back of their hands. Travis knew how to keep his wife grounded at times like them.

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@BrielleKelce: Mom and Dad can’t wait to meet you two 🤍 @KillaTrav

[taylorsssversion]

Before the *e word* talk started, Monday evening I was thinking about how The Louvre (that was a couple hours late to open Monday morning for “unforeseen circumstances”) would’ve been SUCH a Tayvis place to get engaged.

I would love a little one shot pretty please🥹

A quartet in concerts

contains: fluff, Taylor x Travis

words: 1.2k

Masterlist

It was the 8th of May. One day before the new Eras Tour started. Taylor and Travis entered the entrance of the Louvre museum in Paris.

Especially for them, the museum opened early before the normal visits. Travis had organised that. Taylor had no clue how he managed it, but it must involve a lot of money. Their bodyguards positioned in the main hall, right at the entrance. One of them wished them much fun as they followed the tour route to the first room. Taylor thanked him and took Travis hand.

Normally, it would be totally crowded here so Taylor was glad that they had their peace and togetherness. She admired the beautiful architecture and sculptures. She had always been a fan of this art and building style. It was so different from most the ones in America.

"You've been here before right?", Travis asked and squeezed her hand lightly. Today he wore a flannel jacket over his white shirt. He was growing out his hair again and it looked better each single day.

Taylor smiled. He was stunning and she was so proud to call him hers.

"Yeah", she answered. "But it was a lot more crowded back then." They laughed. "Oh I can imagine.", he said.

They stopped at a Greek sculpture. It was a man with a horse.

"Huh. Incredible, isn't it?", Travis asked. Tay just nodded impressed.

"And what are your favorite paintings here?", he asked. "Something special? Or more mainstream? Mona Lisa?"

Taylor chuckled "It's 'A quartet in concert'. The 'Mona Lisa' is pretty overrated. Sadly."

Travis grinned. "Of course it is the painting with the music"

They laughed and continued their tour.

"Are you nervous for tomorrow?", he wanted to know and gave her a concerning look.

"A bit", Taylor admitted.

"I've been on stage for so many years now and I still get nervous every time." She made a voicless laugh. "Kinda weird, huh?"

"No, I think not. I am nervous before every game. That's normal, I guess." Travis shrugged and put an arm around Taylor's shoulders. "But don't worry, you'll have me. I'll be on your side as your lucky charm." He gave her a heartwarming smile.

"Thank you." Taylor said. "But let's not talk about tomorrow. Let's enjoy this night. With only the two of us."

The entered the next room. It was full of paintings. "Oh look! There it is!", said Taylor excitedly and walked to a large painting on the right wall.

"A quartet in concert by Jean Raoux", read Travis. Four people were on that painting, one singer, one girl playing a flute and two girls reading.

"It's beautiful.", he smiled.

"It seems so peaceful.", said Taylor and admired the different colors. "I wish I could paint like that.", she admitted. And a dreamy gaze fell onto her eyes. Travis touched her shoulder.

"You can sing. Certainly better than those people.", he nodded towards the painting. Taylor laughed. "Who knows? Maybe that's the Taylor Swift from their time."

"Nah", Travis made a grimace and they had to laugh. For a second, they just looked at each other, happy to be here.

"I don't know how it could get any better than this.", Travis then said after a while. They still admired the painting. Taylor found more details in this art then last time she was here.

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

He gave her a look she couldn't determine. Then, Travis fell down on his knee and reached into the pocket of his jacket. A small dark box lay in his hand. He opened it and a dainty silver ring came to light. Taylor's breath got caught in her throat. Only to let her heart start racing. She put her hands over her mouth, only to realise they were shaking. Travis cleared this throat.

"When I made this friendship bracelet, I never thought it would lead to this.

I never thought we both would end up here. Together. You mean so much to me Taylor. And I can't imagine a life without you. You make me whole, I feel like a completely new person since I met you." He looked deeply in her eyes. And Taylor could swear his eyes were glazy.

"I know you may not be ready for this. But that's okay. I can wait. I will wait a whole lifetime for you, baby. I choose you and me."

He took a deep breath. "Taylor Swift, do you want to marry me?"

"Oh Travis", she whispered, tears in her eyes. Then she fell down on her knees and kissed him deeply. Their lips had been clashed together a thousand times but right now it felt like the first time ever.

"Yes! I do! I love you." The tears now ran freely over her cheeks. With a knuckle of his finger, Travis gently wiped her tears off her cheek.

Taylor put a hand on his face. Looking in his eyes deeply before tightly wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you baby.", Travis whispered in her hair. She could hear his voice tremble.

"You don't know how much this means to me.", she said with a teary voice. "I never thought, I could love someone that much again."

"I love you", he whispered in her ear. "You never have to be alone. From now on, I will always be there for you."

They let go of each other and Travis took her hand. Although he played a ruff sport, his hands were soft and gentle. Carefully, he placed the ring on her finger. It fit like it was specifically made for her.

"It's wonderful", Taylor breathed. She felt like hear heart would explode.

"You are wonderful.", Travis corrected and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. His eyes wandered back and forth between hers.

"Come", he said and pulled her up back in their feet. They hugged and kissed again and Taylor said: "You have no idea how happy you make me." She wiped her tears away and looked at the ring. At the new promise.

"How long have you planned this?", she asked. Travis chuckled. "Oh that's my secret."

Taylor poked him in the ribs. "C'mon", but Travis only shook his head with a wide grin on his lips.

"You're unbelievable", she laughed and took his hand.

"I know", he said and leaned in to kiss her deeply.

"Just one thing", Taylor said when they finished their kiss.

"No one has to know about this, okay? No one, just the two of us."

"Deal", Travis said and kissed her again.

When they came back to the entrance hall, their bodyguards grinned at them. Taylor had to laugh. They all knew what would happen this whole time.

She looked down at her hand, the new ring sparkled in the dim light. She was going to marry! That's all she ever wanted and Travis gave her this. It felt like a dream. Like a wonderland.

She could not wait for the future. Their future. Together.

[thisgirlwritesfanfiction]

Hello all. This is where I'll write all my fan fictions at.

I will write for almost anyone and any fandom.

[taysdorothea13]

Can you do a festive/christmasy one shot with Wren Betty and Taylor? Maybe them seeing Christmas lights or decorating for Christmas and Tay helping them write lists to Santa

we can do betty! or we can do travis and wren! i’ve been dying over a oneshot title ‘a very kelce christmas’ like idk why that’s so amusing to me rn

[mariposa-writes]

Sports Player Masterlist

Travis Kelce

Series

The Assistant

Oneshots

Stressed

LaMelo Ball

Oneshots

Good Sleep

[anxiousotters]

Hi! Every one of your wips sounds so fascinating, but especially It’s, it’s— by god, it’s Cody with the Vigilante Shit chair! (stand alone, oneshot).

(Or ANY of the JasTor fics?)

Ask about my WIPS

Oh my god, yes!! Thanks for the ask <3

I’m way too excited about It’s, it’s— by god, it’s Cody with the Vigilante Shit chair! because it’s been a long time coming (seriously, this has been in my WIP folder since August). I’m in the final stages of writing & editing so I’ll be posting it soon, yay!

Basically, I adore Taylor Swift and this fic was inspired by her and Travis Kelce’s relationship

Cody, a pro bolo-ball (aka. limmie/ meshgeroya) player is roped into taking his niblings (Omega, Fives, & Echo) to pop sensation Obi-Wan Kenobi’s concert because Rex cancelled on them last minute. The title is based off the WWE meme and Cody’s realization during Obi-Wan’s performance of “Vigilante Shit” that he desperately wants to be That Chair™. It’s very fluffy with a heaping dose of crack, plus it has super fun family dynamics with brotherly teasing and Cody being a fantastic uncle

——————

I’m going to stick to the theme and explain the premise of Parental Pandemonium since it also falls under the category of fun family dynamics

This fic is a “the Mandalorian Civil War never happens” AU, set at around the same time as Korda VI. Jango Fett and Pre Vizsla find out, to their horror, that their parents (Jaster Mereel and Tor Vizsla, respectively) are courting. They decided to reverse-parent trap their dads so they won’t have to be siblings

Nothing like a bit of brotherly bonding over attempting to drive your parents apart, right?

[lecsainz]

I just wanna say that I love your fics! and want know if you can make one with Travis Kelce and reader where they lost a baby

NOT AGAIN

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: travis kelce + wife!reader

summary: the one where you and travis lost a baby.

🗒️: I had no idea how to write this, I did it as I saw in movies and series so forgive me if it got bad.

type: angst ✶

The sterile walls of the hospital room echoed the heavy silence between Travis and Y/N. Their eyes spoke volumes, burdened with the weight of a shared sorrow. Y/N clutched the ultrasound picture, a cruel reminder of dreams shattered once again.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kelce," the doctor's words lingered, a haunting refrain in the room.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she whispered, "Not again. Why does this keep happening, Trav?"

He wrapped his arms around her, his voice barely above a whisper, "Life's just been cruel to us, love."

The grief hung thick, palpable. Travis wiped away Y/N's tears, his own eyes mirroring her pain. They navigated through the wreckage of shattered hopes, mourning a child that would never be cradled in their arms.

Days turned into nights, and silence engulfed their home like a heavy fog. Travis found Y/N sitting in the nursery, surrounded by baby clothes and a crib that would remain empty.

"I can't bear this emptiness," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking.

Travis knelt beside her, their hands entwined. "We'll get through this together, no matter how many times life tests us."

As Y/N uttered those words, Travis's phone rang, the caller ID flashing with his mother's name. With a heavy sigh, he answered, the weight of grief evident in his voice.

"Mom, it's not a good time," Travis murmured, trying to maintain composure.

His mother's cheerful tone echoed through the phone, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen them. "I was just checking in. How's Y/N doing? Is the baby kicking yet?"

Travis closed his eyes, the lump in his throat growing. "Mom, we... we lost the baby."

A stunned silence followed, broken only by Y/N's muffled sobs. Travis closed his eyes, grappling with the weight of the words he had just spoken.

His mother's voice cracked, "Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry. How's Y/N?"

Travis turned to Y/N, her grief-stricken face reflecting the agony in his own heart. He hugged her tightly, shielding her from the world. "She's hurting, Mom. We both are."

His mother's voice softened, "Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry. We'll be there for you both, however you need."

After ending the call, Travis turned to Y/N, her tear-stained face etched with pain. He gently cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You hear me? This isn't on you."

She shook her head, tears streaming down. "Travis, what if it is? What if I can't give you the family we dreamed of?"

His heart ached at her words. Travis embraced her, whispering, "No, love, don't you dare blame yourself. We'll face this together, just like we always have."

[separatist-apologist]

The Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce stuff has made me wanna read like a sports romance lol. It’s so juicy

I definitely started writing a little nessian oneshot after the news yesterday

[kelcemesoftly]

“whatever she wants” for trav!!

Whatever She Wants

Triggers: None

Notes: Thank you so much for the request ❤️💛

You pushed your oversized sunglasses further up the bridge of your nose, wiggling your toes that were dipped into the warm, blue water of the resort pool. After a year of planning, you and Travis were finally married and on your honeymoon in beautiful Bora Bora. All the small details of your wedding had come together last minute, mostly thanks to your wonderful in-laws and wedding planner. And really, all that mattered to you was that you were officially Mrs. Kelce. Every time someone would refer to you as that, you swore you could feel small butterflies swim around in the pit of your stomach. It had taken five years to get to this point, and even though the road was long and winding, you wouldn't change a thing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt cool, wet hands press against your thighs, and a small gasp left you. Looking down, you saw your husband below you in the pool with a smug grin painted across his lips. "Trav!" you laughed, playfully trying to shove his hands off your warm legs.

"Baby, you're too warm! You need to get into the water and cool off!"

Shaking your head, you pushed your nose into the air. "No, the water's cold," you teased, kicking your legs back and forth, splashing water up onto Trav's chest. He snatched your legs in his palms, wrapping them around his back just below his arms.

"It's over 100 degrees out, Y/N. You already know the water is absolutely not cold," he snickered, tugging against your legs to try and get you to come into the pool with him. You opened your mouth to attempt to argue with him, but before you could get a word out, Trav's hands pressed against your waist as he lifted you into the air. Before you knew it, your entire body was plunged under the water. When you came up for air, one arm wrapped around Travis' shoulders while your other hand removed your sunglasses. "Told ya, water's not cold," he mused, giving your cheek a small kiss.

The next hour, you appeased your husband by hanging out with him in the pool. And as much as you enjoyed sunbathing, you couldn't deny that the water felt refreshing against your hot skin. Plus, being right next to Travis was exactly where you wanted to be. It wouldn't be long before he was back at practice and he had to split his time between you and football.

You were lying across one of the lounge chairs, letting the scorching sun dry the water droplets off your skin when one of the pool attendants appeared in front of you and Travis. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" she questioned, offering both of you a warm smile.

"Whatever she wants," Travis replied, looking over at you with complete love and adoration in his eyes.

With a small giggle, you ordered yourself a drink and then Trav gave her his order. You swung your legs over the lounger and moved over to sit on his lap. "I love you, babe. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

"I should be thanking you, baby. You saw me for who I am, not what I am. I'm the luckiest man to get to call you my wife."

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Taglist: @kelcemenow @hearts4papayas @keiva1000

[mylimerence]

TRAVIS KELCE

💙-favorite 🔵-other characters 🔹-other au! 🔷-n/a 🩵-dad!

series

-kissing kelce

-keeping up with the kelce's

oneshots

-(title)

creators

-vanwritesfan-fiction💙🩵

[taylorsssversion]

need some Taylor Swift fanfic/ oneshot requests

[kelcemenow]

Erm...WHAT? EXCUSE ME, MISS???

a/n: I haven't been on here in forever! This one is about Travis Kelce because I think everyone should be obsessed with him. Here, Enjoy !

Warnings: Fluff, Teasing, Smut (F receiving)

Words: 2,391 (Not proofread)

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

MIDNIGHT FUN | TRAVIS KELCE

The night was alive with the buzz of the charity event. Good music was playing, the clinking of glasses could be heard as well as the hum of conversations from people talking and laughing.  All kinds of fortunate individuals filled the room: singers, actors, athletes and many more. In the heart of the elegant venue, amidst the sea of well-dressed guests, you stood making cocktails behind the main bar. 

You were too busy serving drinks to notice the pair of eyes burning into you. You finished making your Negroni before handing it to the guy that was waiting at the bar, giving him a smile. He tipped and thanked you before moving away, leaving you to make direct eye-contact with the tall and muscular man standing behind him, a few feet away from you. He was in a conversation with some other guys, but he wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying, his gaze focused on you. You diverted your eyes, as a short blond lady waved at you, you moved towards her and her friends for their order before getting right back to work. 

From where he stood, he could see your body moving smoothly behind the bar. You were in your element, and it showed. Your eyes were sparkling with a quiet confidence as you meticulously crafted some exquisite cocktails for all these known faces. Travis, never one to shy away from seizing an opportunity, excused himself before approaching the bar. 

You turned your attention to his towering presence, your gaze meeting his with a mix of professionalism and intrigue. ‘’Evening, what can I get you sir?’’ you asked, your voice carrying a subtle note of confidence.

Travis, ever the charismatic figure, studied the array of bottles with a playful glint in his eyes before looking back at you. ‘’I’ll have whatever you’re having.’’ He replied, his voice carrying the resonance of someone accustomed to taking risks. You squinted your eyes, smirking with a hint of playful challenge. 

‘’Are you sure you can handle it?’’ Travis chuckled, his confidence unwavering. ‘’I can handle anything baby.’’ 

You accepted the challenge with a nod before turning around to retrieve the bottles you needed as you blushed lightly. As you began crafting a complex cocktail, your fingers moving with precision, Travis couldn’t help but to look you up and down, analyzing your every move.

You were wearing a little classy black dress, that was hugging you in all the right places and showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. He licked his lips looking as you poured the liquid mixture into two different glasses.

You handed him his drink before he held his glass and nodded his head towards you. You watched him take a sip as you took yours, your eyes dancing with amusement.

The cocktail was a masterpiece, a blend of flavors that left Travis genuinely impressed. ‘’You have a way with those drinks.’’ Travis remarked, leaning casually against the bar. You glanced up, a playful smile playing on your lips. ‘’Well, it’s all about finding the right combination, isn’t it?’’

His gaze held yours, a magnetic pull that neither could deny. ‘’I’d say it’s more the person behind the bar. The drinks are just a bonus.’’

You arched an eyebrow, your eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘’You clearly know what to say to charm the ladies.’’ He grinned, unfazed. ‘’Good thing I have plenty more where that came from.’’

You laughed before some older guy called for you to serve him. ‘’If you’ll excuse me.’’ You said before attending the other guests leaving Travis with interest and desire in his eyes. He went back to his teammates, Pat nudging him with his elbow. ‘’ Shut up, man.’’ Travis responded with a chuckled.

After a while, your colleague came back behind the bar, signaling that it was your time to take a small break and get some fresh air in the back of the building. You sat down on a bench outside, taking in the breeze on your warm skin.  You couldn’t help but think about your interaction with Travis. His confidence on the field was only matched by his charisma off it. You had to admit, he was smooth.

Travis was there to support a cause close to his heart, an organization that provided opportunities for underprivileged youth. He was enjoying his night, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty girl behind the bar. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted your figure back behind the marble counter. Travis had been talking with Jimmy Fallon and Paul Rudd about the upcoming game against the Jets. They exchanged for a little bit, before Travis noticed his glass was now empty. He excused himself from the pair to get himself another drink.

He strode through the crowd, his tailored suit fitting him like a second skin, a charming smile on his face. Your eyes met again once he approached you. ‘’Hi again.’’ He said with a grin ‘’Your drink was so good, it’s already empty.’’ 

‘’Well, what do you want me to tell you, I’m good at what I do.’’ You replied playfully ‘’Would you like another drink?’’ He nodded softly leaning closer towards you. ‘’Surprise me.’’ 

His low voice made you clench your tights slightly as you smiled and started to work your magic. You extended your arm handing him a new concoction. You leaned in close, your voice a sultry whisper. ‘’I call this one the ‘Midnight Fun’, one of my personal favorites.’’

‘’Oh yeah? And what kind of fun should I be expecting at midnight?’’ Your pulse quickened, the air suddenly charged with an electric energy. You felt bold so you got on your tiptoes, moving your upper body over the bar, you face resting near his ear. ‘’You would be lucky to find out.’’ 

The moment the words left your mouth, Travis’s eyes turned dark. You stayed there a few more seconds, giving him a perfect view of your chest before you pulled away slowly with a wink. 

Before he was able to speak, you turned around hearing a low grunt coming from his throat. You moved further down the bar, glancing at him over your shoulder, smirking with a sense of victory. Travis’s eyes were glued to your ass, not even trying to hide it as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

‘’She’s got you wrapped around her finger man.’’ Pat said as he landed a hand on his shoulder, chuckling lightly. 

As the night wore on, the lively atmosphere of the charity event seemed to fade into a background hum, leaving you and Travis in your own intimate world. You found yourselves in a playful dance of glances, your chemistry becoming more palpable with every passing moment.

‘’ You know, I never got your name.’’ You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was, you recognized his voice and his cologne the moment he approached you. ‘’Y/N’’ you answered as you grabbed some bottles, starting a new drink for the clients on your left. You asked him his name in return, and he looked slightly taken aback. You knew who he was, but you didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that you were a football lover just yet, so you made it seem as if he was just another guy at a charity event.

‘’I’m Travis’’ he answered, leaning in closer to you, his voice a low, velvet caress. ‘’I must say, you have a way with your hands Y/N. The way you handle those bottles…’’

You met his gaze, a sly smile playing at the corners of your lips. ‘’Oh Travis, it’s all in the wrist action. You have to know just how to … control the flow.’’ He chuckled, the double entendre not lost on him. You finished the drinks, handing them to the two ladies, waiting patiently for their cocktails before looking back at Travis, a small grin on your face.

His gaze never wavered from yours. The room seemed to shrink around you guys, leaving only the two of you in your own intimate bubble. ‘’I have to admit, I’m rather envious of those lucky bottles. They get to feel your touch all night long.’’ 

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing his ear. ‘’If only you knew just how much I can do with my hands.’’ You leaned back and could see the desire in his eyes. Your fingertips drifted on his firm hand that was laying on the counter in front of you. ‘’If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom, I’ll be right back.’’ 

He wanted to follow you but he wasn’t sure if he should, he looked at you go as you swayed your hips, glancing at him over your shoulder, winking at the tall man. He followed close behind, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to what he was about to do.

He grabbed your waist tightly and pulled you into an unoccupied bathroom, pushing your back to the wall after he closed the door and locked it. You looked up to him at the noticeable heigh difference. You exchanged looks and you both could feel the tension in the small room. 

He took one step closer to you as he stared at your lips for a moment, coming back to your eyes. He sighed and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed him by the neck and crossed the small distance between you so that your mouths could touch. 

Travis cupped your face with his right hand as his left one grabbed your waist again. The moment was heated, the kiss was rough and filled with desire. Your hand navigated to his chest feeling his toned muscles contract at your touch. You sucked on his bottom lip, gaining a low grunt from him before you smiled slightly against his mouth. You pulled your face back for a second, and could feel him breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against your body. Travis went back to your lips hungrily, and in that moment the only thing you could focus on was him and the feeling of fire pooling in your lower abdomen. 

He bit his teeth down on your lip and dragged it backwards, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. He pressed his body to yours like it was even possible as he buried his face into your neck, kissing along your jawline. He ran his tongue on your exposed collarbone, hands circling your body as they landed on your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly.  

‘’Fuck, Travis.’’ You panted, your hand running across the waistband of his trousers. 

‘’I’ve been wanting to do that all night, baby.’’  His voice rasped as he continued to travel his hands down your body. He caressed your leg before bringing it up to his hip, as the hand he placed on your thigh began to slither up towards the part of your body that needed him the most.

Travis’s fingertips finally get to the fabric covering your heated folds. You nodded before he effortlessly placed his hand over your black lace underwear, perfectly over your slit. 

‘’Already so wet.’’ He playfully whispered as he rubbed upwards, feeling the wetness in between your tights. He slid your underwear down your legs as he bent down to pick them up and carefully placed them in the front pocket of his blazer. 

‘’I’ll keep those.’’ He said smirking and looking up at you. You looked down towards him, your eyes meeting once again, as you anticipated his next move. He brought your right leg over his shoulder for much better access. He started kissing and licking the inside of your thigh carefully, edging you closer as you moaned quietly. 

Before you could understand what was happening, he swiftly grabbed your other leg and placed it against his head, standing up again to his full heigh as you shrieked in surprise and excitement. Your body was now resting against the cold tiles, one of your hand was resting on the ceiling and the other on the back of Travis’s head as his shoulders supported the entirety of your weight. 

Before you could even ask him to do anything, you felt his mouth apply pressure to your wet pussy, his tongue lapping at your folds with expertise. The new sensation caused you to let out a soft moan and you could feel Travis smile against you. 

The knock on the door startled you, but Travis dismissed it quickly.

‘’Occupied’’ he said loudly, so the person on the other side of the wall could hear him properly.  He quickly went back to devouring you like a starved man, moving his tongue skilfully, reaching all the right places as he snaked a hand around your thigh, his fingers moving towards your clit. 

You could feel the familiar knot in your lower abdomen begin to tighten as you moan loudly.

‘’That feel good baby?’’ he asked cockily and proud as you nodded while mumbling incoherently. You were a mess. Your head was thrown back, lips parted and panting as your chest moved up and down rapidly. 

‘’Travis, I’m … I’m so, oh my god’’ you tried to say as he moaned against your pussy, sending a wave of vibration all over your body. You could feel yourself getting closer by the second. His mouth continued to work your folds, your breathing getting heavier, and your body started writhing as you cried out his name, coming. He licked you clean and took his time with you, leaving a trail of kisses on your thighs as he slowly and carefully put you down on your feet. 

‘’What time do you get off?’’ you smirked. ‘’Why, you want me to return the favor?’’ you answered back, winking at him while you tried to control your breathing. He laughed quietly before stepping closer to you to give you a small kiss on the lips. 

‘’Actually, I was thinking about an early breakfast, if you’d care to join me.’’ he asked you, as he took your hand in his, playing with your fingers, looking at you to study your reaction carefully. He was genuinely interested, he wanted more, more than just a hookup. 

‘’I would love that’’ you smiled back, blushing.