One Condition (Travis Kelce x Reader) P.2
“I’m Travis by the way.” You could feel his warm breath as his low gravelly voice crested over your ear. He was so close, invading your space in the most exhilarating way. If you moved a fraction of an inch, your back would be pressed flush against him.
“Y/N,” You replied, trying desperately to keep your voice even.
“Well, Y/N,” He shifted slightly behind you, “I hope you have some kind of competitive spirit because I don’t like to lose, honey.”
You couldn’t stop your giggles as they fell from your lips. You grew up fighting for everything and anything you ever got. When it came to you, competitive was an understatement. You turned towards him, having to raise your chin significantly to meet his gaze.
“Try to keep up handsome,” You smiled a devilish smile as you spoke, “You look a bit too heavy to carry.”
His eyes blazed with a mixture of amusement and some other emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Whatever it was caused an increasing amount of heat to gather between your thighs and you squirmed slightly to soothe the ache it left behind.
“Stop flirting you two!” Murphy’s booming voice broke through the haze Travis created, “You’re up Y/N.”
“Game on,” Travis chuckled, his big hands reaching out to give you a gentle nudge forward, “Show me what you’ve got pretty girl.”
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The game was down to one final throw, and you needed a fucking bullseye to win. You had gone shot for shot with Travis the entire game. He cheered you on with every hit you landed on the board and goddamn if that wasn’t doing something to you.
“Come on honey,” He cheered, clapping his hands together, “You got this!”
“Choke! Choke!” Murphy mocked from your side jokingly, but she was shot down quickly by Travis.
“Hell no peanut gallery, my girl is a badass, she’s got this on lock!”
You swelled with pride at his praise and decided there was no way in hell that you were going to lose. You let the dart fly without hesitation and before you could even register that it hit dead center, your legs were swept out from underneath you.
Travis had his arms tightly around you, squeezing your back to his front. His warm, mahogany scent invaded all your senses as he held you close. He turned you to face the losers and you joined him in rubbing in your joint victory.
“Ya’ll are sore winners!” Murphy exclaimed, “But I’ll still buy your next round.”
She turned on her heel and dragged her partner back towards the rest of Travis’s group. You expected Travis to let go but he didn’t. He set you back on your feet but kept his arms firmly wrapped around your middle. His fingers trace lazy circles on your stomach. You could feel him through the layers of clothes in between you and a shiver rippled down your spine.
“How about we skip those victory drinks and get fresh air instead, badass?” he asked as his index finger skimmed a bit lower.
You shifted backward into him, rubbing your ass slightly against what you were sure was his growing erection. He groaned, pulling you impossibly closer, his lips falling to the shell of your ear and giving it a gentle kiss.
“I have to let Murphy know where I’m going in case you turn out to be some kind of sexy murderer.” You joke, trying to cool the intense burn in your core.
He lets go and you gasp as he gives you a gentle tap on the ass, nudging you forward.
“Meet you outside, I promise to leave my chainsaw in the truck.” His lust-filled voice drives you forward, and you can't help but latch onto the bait he's cast.
"Leave the chainsaw," You call over your shoulder, sending him a playful wink, "But I can be talked into handcuffs."
