Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

bend over for me

She had been testing me all night. Teasing me with those innocent eyes, brushing up against me like she didn't know exactly what she was doing. She wanted to be chased, wanted to see how far she could push me before I snapped. 

I didn't waste a second. The bedroom door barely shut behind us before I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pressing her against it. My body pinned hers, my hand tangling into her hair as I yanked her head back, exposing her throat to me.

"You think you can play these little games with me?" I growled, my lips skimming the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. "Think you can tease me all night and get away with it?"

Taylor gasped, her body shuddering against mine. I felt her thighs press together, already needy. That was all the confirmation I needed. It had been a whole 24 hours, and we were antsy. 

I dragged my hand down her body, fingers tracing the curve of her ass before I gave it a sharp slap. She let out a surprised moan, and I grinned.

"That's what I thought."

I spun her around and pushed her towards the bed, making her stumble slightly before I caught her, forcing her down until she was bent over the edge. My palm flattened against her back, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.

"Stay," I ordered, my voice dark and commanding.

She didn't move. Didn't even try. She knew better than that.

I stepped back just long enough to admire the view—the way she was arching for me, her dress riding up, her ass perfectly presented. My cock throbbed painfully against my jeans. I was already hard, already aching for her, but I wasn't going to rush this. No, I was going to take my sweet, sweet time.

I reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, yanking it up over her hips, exposing the thin scrap of lace that was doing a pathetic job of hiding what was mine.

I hooked my fingers into the fabric and ripped them down her thighs, leaving her bare.

"Fuck, baby," I groaned, running a hand up the inside of her leg, barely ghosting over where she was dripping for me. "Already so wet for me. Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

She whimpered, hips tilting back, desperate for more.

I slapped her ass again, harder this time. "Use your words."

"Yes," she gasped. "I need you, Travis. Please."

That sound—her begging—shot straight to my cock. I groaned, undoing my belt with one hand, yanking my jeans down just enough to free myself.

I pressed the thick head of my cock against her, teasing her, rubbing up and down her slick folds but not giving her what she wanted just yet. She pushed back, trying to take me in, but I grabbed her hip in a bruising grip, holding her still.

"Not until I say," I warned.

She whined, and fuck, I loved it.

I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back, my other hand gripping her throat, tilting her head to the side so I could drag my lips over her jaw. "Tell me what you want," I murmured against her skin.

She was shaking, panting. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me."

My control snapped.

I slammed into her with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She let out a choked cry, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I stretched her open.

"Fuck," I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so fucking good."

I didn't give her a second to adjust. I pulled back and slammed into her again, setting a punishing pace, fucking her so deep and hard she could do nothing but take it. Each thrust had her gasping, her body trembling beneath me.