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autumnscribbles · 1 month ago

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the one | drew starkey

pairing: drew x married!reader

summary: drew had a thing for you for as long as he could remember. coming back home, he faces a sad and scary truth

warnings: abuse (emotional, physical),swearing, I guess emotional “cheating”?

wc: 3k

a/n: thank you to the anon that sent this in!! it’s my first drew imagine so i hope yall like it!! i had a lot of fun writing it

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You stood around a table with your friends, your husband beside you with his arm wrapped snuggly around your waist. You laughed as your friend recounted a story from your childhood. It had everyone with their heads thrown back, drinks threatening to tip out of their glasses in hand.

“Y/n, you and Drew were the absolute funniest,” she gasped through her cackles.

You signed in content, fondly thinking back to your friend. You had lost contact with Drew since he was casted in Outer Banks. He hadn’t seemed to really keep up with anyone from his hometown. You weren’t even sure if he knew you were married to Derek, one of his best friends. Or you suppose, old best friends.

Shortly after Drew left, you and Derek became close. Bonding over missing Drew’s presence, the two of you started hanging out with each other. He was everything you hoped. Handsome, charming, showering you with compliments or gifts. He proposed to you, and it wasn’t long before the two of you said I do.

As your husband’s grip tightened around your waist, you couldn’t stop thinking about Drew. You always thought of him as your first real love, even though nothing happened between you. You would always have a soft spot for him, even if it wasn’t reciprocated. You always assumed you’d end up with him, and had spent countless days daydreaming of marrying him. He made his stance clear when he left. At first, he would text you and update you, but that faded. You were lucky if he even saw an instagram story you posted. He had moved on, so you did too.

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Drew stepped into the local cafe, his suitcase dragging behind him. He couldn’t come home without his first stop being to acquire his favorite coffee. He began walking up to the counter before something caught his eye. You were sitting in the corner booth, as always, iced latte in front of you and your nose in a book. Drew couldn’t help but grin, acknowledging the way your brows slightly furrowed. He knew you were at a good part of the book.

His mind took him back to countless days spent hunched over that very same table. Crunching for exams with notes spread all over the table. You used to always slam your hand down, telling him to focus. You never knew he wasn’t focusing because he couldn’t stop looking at you.

“Y/n?” he called gently as he approached your table.

You looked up, pulled out of your imaginary world and gasped. You almost screamed at the sight of your old friend in front of you. You stood up immediately, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You breathed in his familiar scent, fuelling you with nostalgia.

“Drew,” you breathed, staring into his blue eyes with your hands on his arms. “You’re home.”

“Yeah, I had some time off,” he explained. “I’m happy to see you.”

You invited him to sit, placing you bookmark and closing your book. He had your full attention. He felt breathless seeing you in person again. You looked different, yet the same. He noticed something glint on the table and lowered his gaze. He saw the ring on your finger.

“You got married?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “To Derek, actually.”

Drew felt his heart sink. Derek was his best friend. Their whole life Derek knew the feelings Drew had for you. Derek was constantly telling him that you didn’t feel the same way, you liked someone else, he heard someone say you were seeing someone. Was it all a lie? Did he like you all along?

“I wasn’t invited?” Drew asked playfully, but was actually serious.

“We didn’t do a ceremony,” you explained. “He wanted to just elope, skip the other extravagance.”

He could hear the slight lilt in your voice as you said that. Drew knew for a fact you had been dreaming about your wedding day since you were little. You eloped? With no one to see? He just couldn’t picture it. With Derek of all people?

“You’d be in the loop if you came around more,” you muttered. “Or called every now and then.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Drew sighed, filled with guilt. His best friend got married and he had no idea. “I think I just got so caught up in everything. It all moves so fast it’s hard to keep up. I’ve been thinking a lot about you, about home.”

“It’s okay,” you said. “That was mean of me, you don’t need to explain.”

Drew went to keep apologizing, but another familiar face burst through the door. Derek strode over to your table, suit jacket perfectly ironed.

“Drew, babe, hey,” he said through a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Drew stood up and gave Derek a hug. Derek’s eyes stayed on you, darkening slightly. He was being nice to Drew, but you knew something was wrong.

“Y/n, you didn’t tell me you were hanging out with him,” Derek mentioned pleasantly.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting him,” you laughed. “He walked in and we just started chatting.”

“Well, we have to get home,” he said sharply. “Peter and his wife are coming for dinner, remember?”

“Of course I remember,” you laughed. “Drew, do you want to join us tonight?”

“I’d love to,” he smiled.

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The door slammed behind you as you walked in the front door of your house. You jumped slightly, turning to meet Derek’s eyes.

“Why are you sneaking around with him?” he sneered.

“He, is our friend. Your best friend, remember? I’m sick of you always accusing me of things,” you shot back.

“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t act like a slut all the time.”

You froze. The words sunk into your skin. Worked through your veins. Slut. Derek had been on edge lately. Easier to set off. You noticed him snapping at you more often. Calling you names, telling you what to do. He was just stressed. That had to be all it was, right?

You silently walked towards the kitchen, being jolted back when his hand tightly grabbed your wrist, him telling you to look at him when he speaks. He yanked you back, slamming you into the wall behind you. You winced, pain shooting through your head.

“Y/n,” he whispered. “I-I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again I-I don’t know what happened.”

You felt the tears stinging the back of your eyes. The back of your throat burning. The back of your head throbbing.

“I’m gonna go start dinner,” you mumbled, and this time, he let go of you.

“I’ll go grab the wine,” he said, leaving the house with a quiet shut of the door.

You stood silently in your newly renovated kitchen. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but never did. You didn’t know how to react. Derek had been so perfect. You stood wondering what happened. How you got here. It was just a mistake, right? It had to be.

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You put on a brave face as you set the table. The flowers Derek brought home for you set in the centre, with the expensive bottles of wine on either side. He apologized profusely, and you decided to let it go. You wanted to have a good night. You couldn’t let one spat ruin your night, or your marriage, could you?

Derek had never liked you hanging out with other guys. Honestly, he usually didn’t like you hanging out with other people in general. He always told you that he was the only one who would ever truly be there for you. Maybe he was right. Maybe you should have thought of him more. He always said you were too selfish, and maybe it was true.

Your friends slowly arrived, Drew following shortly after your other friends. He reached in for a hug, and you felt Derek’s eyes burning a hole in your back. You settled for a side hug, not wanting to be rude. You were a wife now, you had to behave like one.

Drew sat down next to you, and as you poured a glass of wine and took your first sip, you felt yourself unwinding a little. The conversation flowed easily, Derek’s hand never leaving your body. Whether it was your thigh, hand, arm, he was always touching you. You noticed when you talked to Drew, his grip got a bit tighter. Each time, you took a big gulp of your wine, trying to forget the events of the day.

Drew noticed as you flinched slightly, Derek’s hand on your arm. He whispered in your ear as you both stood up to leave the room, politely excusing yourselves. He stayed silent, knowing it wasn’t his business. You weren’t his, you never would be now.

Drew fell into conversation with the other couple, not knowing that in the next room you were being called a drunk by your husband, and told you were embarrassing.

“I’m worried about her.” He heard your friend, Belle, mumble into her husbands ear.

“About y/n?” he spoke up. He didn’t want to interrupt their conversation, but he had been gone for so long. He didn’t know anything that was happening in your life.

Belle nodded, looking over her shoulder to make sure everyone else was out of earshot.

“She’s just so different since marrying him,” she whispered. “She’s gotten so…small almost. Making herself small. She seems almost scared to set him off. She never hangs out anymore without him because he won’t let her. I don’t want to accuse him of anything, but I’m worried she’s being ab-”

She was cut off by you and Derek entering the room and taking your seats again. Abused? Was she about to say abused? No way. That couldn’t be. He knew Derek, didn’t he? If you were being hurt, he’d know, wouldn’t he?

The rest of the night Drew’s eyes stayed on you. He noticed small things, like how you nodded obediently to Derek. How Derek made sly remarks about your dress, or a mistake with the cooking. Could what Belle was saying be true?

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You shut the door softly behind your last guest. Derek was on you immediately.

“You’re an embarrassment,” he scoffed. “Basically throwing yourself at him in front of me. You look like a drunk, and a mess.”

“Leave me alone, Derek,” you sighed. “I can’t do this anymore tonight.”

Before you could register what happened, a sharp pain hit your cheek, a loud crash around you. You clutched your face, the smell of red wine filling your nostrils. He threw the bottle at you. You felt something sharp in your face, pulling out the shard of glass lodged in there.

“Don’t talk back to me,” he screamed, making you jump back.

“I’m gonna get some air,” you whispered as you stepped out the front door. He needed a second to calm down, and you needed a second to process.

After a few deep breaths, you placed your hand back on the door handle, only to find it locked. He locked you out. You banged on the door, screaming his name and telling him to open the door.

“You can sleep on the street for all I care,” he yelled through the door. “I can’t look at your whore face anymore.”

You continued to bang on the door, tears streaming down your face for the first time since everything happened. You saw his shadow retreat, all the lights shut off. You were left alone in the dark. No phone, no keys, no shoes. He couldn’t leave you out here all night, could he?

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Drew felt his pockets for his phone, to no prevail. He must have forgotten it at your place. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Belle said. Was she actually about to say abuse?

He shook it off briefly as he climbed back into the rental car, making his way back to your house. He hoped you would still answer the door. As he turned onto your street, he saw a girl walking. More like limping. She had no shoes on. He slowed down slightly, slamming the brakes as soon as his headlights revealed who it was.

“Y/n!” he panicked as he jumped out of the car, running up to you. “Are you okay? What happened? You’re bleeding.”

It felt like he was talking a mile a minute, unable to slow down.

“C-can I stay with you tonight?” you stuttered between sobs.

“Of course you can,” Drew whispered as his thumb swiped a stray tear away. “Come, get in the car.”

He opened the door for you and helped you in, rushing back to the drivers side. He didn’t care about his phone anymore. The only thing that mattered was you.

You say in silence as he drove, pulling into the driveway soon after. He helped you out of the car and into the house. He walked you to the bathroom, turning the light on to examine the cut on your cheek.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

“You’re hurt,” Drew said, tears prickling his eyes. He cleaned the wound gently, his warm hands treating you so tenderly.

“He…” you breathed. “He threw a bottle at me, then locked me outside.”

Drew’s jaw clenched as he tried to stay calm. It wouldn’t help if he got angry or freaked out. He wanted you to feel comfortable, despite all the thoughts and emotions running through him.

You didn’t say anything else for a while. Drew gave you a t shirt and sweatpants to change into.

“You can have the bed,” he said as he lifted the covers, urging you to climb under. “I’ll go on the couch. If you want to talk I’m here, okay?”

He turned to leave the room, but you stopped him.

“Drew?” you called, your voice barely audible. “Can you lie with me for a bit?”

He felt his heart jump as he walked to the bed, sitting on the edge for a minute before lying back beside you. He stayed on top of the covers, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. His mind spun with guilt. He never should have left you, or fallen out of touch. If he had been here to see the signs, he could have helped you. He could have stopped it. He couldn’t fathom his, now former, best friend hurting the girl he loved.

You lay there silently until you broke. Violent sobs shook your body. You felt Drew’s arms pull you close as you cried. He rubbed your back, assuring you that you were safe. He had you. When the tears finally somewhat relented, you spoke.

“He hurt me earlier today too,” you said. “After the cafe. He called me a slut and slammed me against the wall.”

Drew’s breath hitched in his throat. He couldn’t bear to hear that this happened to you. He couldn’t even speak.

“How did I get here? I thought I was better than this. That I’d never put up with this,” you ranted. “I should have seen the signs, should have done something sooner. I just wanted someone to love me.”

“That’s not love, y/n,” Drew told you.

“I know,” you sighed. “I shouldn’t have married him. He made all these promises. When you left he…he told me you didn’t care. That he was the only one who would ever be there for me. I stupidly believed him. Who else would marry me?”

“Of course I care,” Drew choked, tears burning his eyes. “It hurt too much for me to be close to you. It was selfish and stupid, but I couldn’t bear it knowing you didn’t…love me back.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” he quickly interjected. “I shouldn’t be talking about myself. I should have been here for you. I should have helped you.”

You knew you were technically married, but you hung on Drew’s words. Love him back? He loved you? That’s all you ever wanted to hear.

“What do you mean…didn’t love you back?” you asked.

“Derek…” he paused after his name, like it burned leaving his lips. “Told me you never saw me that way. That he was better for you and you wanted him. It hurt me too much.”

“Drew..” you breathed.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he reassured you.

“Drew,” you repeated. “I’ve been in love with you since what feels like the moment I saw you. You were the one I always thought I would be with. When he told me you didn’t see me that way, I just wanted someone to care.”

Your words left Drew speechless. This whole time, Derek was playing both sides. The whole time, you could have been with him instead. You were manipulated and hurt, and it was his fault. He was a coward.

“Why are you crying?” you asked, cupping his cheek with your palm.

“I’m so sorry,” he cried. “I’m sorry I left you.”

“I can’t stay in that marriage Drew,” you sighed. “Especially not now. I shouldn’t have done it when my heart belonged to someone else.”

“Are you saying…”

“I love you,” you whispered. You head lay on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat speed up.

“I love you,” he replied. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

After sitting in silence for a while, you let out a yawn. He wanted to kiss you, but not like this. Not with you so vulnerable. It wouldn’t feel right.

“Get some sleep, angel,” he said, kissing your forehead gently. “I’ll be here in the morning to figure out the rest.”

You had no idea what to do, or where to go from here. Your mind was reeling, but now you were crashing from all the stress on your body. Whatever tomorrow brought, you would be okay. When you woke up, Drew would still be here. As long as he was here, it would be okay. It had to.

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chleem · 2 months ago

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Not a big deal pt3

miniseries; basketball player drew x high scl student reader

Summary: You lose your virginity to a random guy at a frat party miles away from your home. A few days later, you find out that he’s your brother’s competitor, for the regional colleges’ basketball tournament.

Genre: strangers to lovers, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing, age gap (18 & 24), protected sex, etc.

⋆.˚ please dont copy my work, if inspired please tag me

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ bit long but enjoy! | p1 | p2

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4 years later

“Drew, Drew Starkey.”

The waiter checks his name off the list, and gestures inside, “follow me then, Mr Starkey.”

Drew follows the waiter in, looking around the place. Hawks rented the entire restaurant for the night, just like every year, to celebrate the new season. It's his third season with Hawks, so he knew the procedures well enough now.

Tonight will just be free food, bonding with teammates, etc. Could you say he was looking forward to it? No. He would much rather stay home, especially this year.

Why especially this year? Because of his new teammate, Luke.

It wasn’t hatred or anything; in fact, they had amazing chemistry on the court. Communicating through nods or glances, as if they’ve known each other for forever. Really, the coach was shocked at how good they did during preseason; he’s now convinced there’s a chance of winning.

Luke seems to have matured, anger issues not the same as before and actually willing to listen to advice. He was friendly towards Drew, and overall, did not look so bothered about losing the championship during college anymore.

It was Drew who felt uncomfortable around him. Why? Well, he fucked his virgin sister, who was 18 at the time. Worse, whenever Drew stares at Luke for too long, he sees your face. Your eyes, nose, lips, everything.

“Nice suit, man,” one of Drew’s teammates and best friend, Jay, compliments him, as the two approach each other first. Every year it was required to wear formal for this occasion, since high executives would be here to celebrate too. Drew, has worn the same black suit for the third time now.

“Yeah, same with you,” Drew smiles, the two of them engaging in a small hug. “Um, are we seated together?”

“Yeah, over there,” Jay points over to a table near the window. Each table had a maximum of six people, and already two of their teammates were there. “Man, we should some drinks first.”

“No need to remind me,” Drew replies, as the two of them head to the bar area. The goal is to get drunk enough so that the executive's’ speeches would sound interesting, but sober enough to make basic human interactions.

“So, you came alone this year too?” Jay asks, ordering a whiskey, which Drew also signals for.

Drew smiles sourly, his friend reminding him about his single status again. Plenty of hookups throughout the years, but never a proper girlfriend due to his busy schedule. “Y’know me. Too busy for that shit.”

Jay nods, as the whiskeys are presented in front of them. Drew immediately downs his, while Jay just takes a small sip. “Well, I’m seeing someone, if you’re wondering.”

“No shit,” Drew laughs, thinking his friend is kidding. Jay smiles down at his drink, probably thinking about the girl. Oh. He really is seeing someone. “Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Her name’s Phoebe.”

“…and?”

“Yeah. That’s all I’m telling you.”

Drew shakes his head, ordering another whiskey. So much for being friends. “She has a sister, by the way,” Jay speaks up. Oh. Drew knew where this was going. “She might be the perfect one for you.”

Jay’s setting him up. Again. His friend has failed every single time, and it seems like he wasn’t gonna give up. “Hey man,” Drew pats Jay’s shoulder, pursing his lips. “Just quit, okay? I don’t date. Y’know that.”

“When’s the last time you’ve dated then? Have you ever even had a girlfriend?”

Drew frowns, taking his hand off his friend. “Just, no. Please.”

Drew hears a sigh from beside him, and when his second whiskey arrives, he sips on it slowly. “Fine. I just think, that you would be very happy in a relationship.”

Drew smiles against his cup, finding that statement ridiculous. Society was weird, thinking that if one stays single for too long, it meant that they were…depressed in some way. It was tiring.

“Hey, Luke’s here,” Jay suddenly comments. Drew turns around, scanning the place for Luke.

Sure enough, there he was.

And fucking hell.

His eyes land on you, standing beside Luke.

Was it even you? He wasn’t so sure. From far away, it did look like you.

“We should go greet him,” Jay elbows Drew.

Drew did not want to greet him. He is very comfortable here, right next to the bar.

But Jay urges him, leaving him no choice but to walk over. And until Drew was standing directly in front of Luke, was he sure that it was you.

Fuck.

Four years later, and Drew’s body still has reaction towards seeing you. It brings him back to the first night he laid eyes on you, thinking how innocent & pretty you looked in a crowd of drunk and chaotic college students.

You look…amazing. Drew was pretty sure his eyes were widened to the maximum point right now, his brain trying to process the sight of you. Especially, the red dress you were wearing, that's making his imaginations run wild.

No. He must be dreaming right now. After four years, he sees you again? No, this shit only happens in movies, red-string type shit. Was he getting drunk already?

“Um, Drew, you okay?”

Drew quickly averts his gaze back to Luke, his grip on his glass cup tightening. “Yeah, yeah, um, who’s this?” Does he sound cool right now? Because he wasn’t so sure if he was playing his usual chill self.

Luke wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Meet my sister. Y/n. Y/n, this is Drew and Jay. My teammates.”

Shit. So it is you. The girl that Drew can’t seem to forget, the girl that haunts his wildest fantasies for four years now.

When Drew makes eye contact with you, he expects you to have some sort of reaction. But you don’t. In fact, you just quickly glanced at him, a polite smile on your lips. Do you even remember him? “Nice to meet you,” your voice causes Drew to freeze yet again, his mind going back to that night. Your moans, your laugh, your-

“Dude,” Jay elbows Drew yet again. “Aren’t you going to shake her hand?”

It seems like you already shook Jay’s hand, and it's Drew’s turn now.

He licks his lips embarrassingly, and he shakes your hand. Yep. No doubt it was you. He remembers clearly about the way you scratched his back that night, the tug of your hands in his hair, and your fingertips on his abs-

“Um, kind of need my hand back,” your voice cuts him out of his thoughts.

Oh. He was still holding your hand. He retreats it reluctantly, feeling his ears heat up. Gosh, why is he so flustered right now? He feels the stares of Luke, or more, like glares. “So…where are we seated?” Luke asks.

“Near the window.”

“Great. Um, we’re not late, are we?”

“No one really cares.”

Luke and Jay continue to engage in small talk, whereas Drew just gives up on listening. Not just give up, he literally was unable to engage in anything right now. It feels like he's in a dream.

He can’t tear his eyes away from you, absolutely captivated by you. By this matured, attractive presence you gave off. You were just standing there, trying to appear interested in this small talk.

And a question he kept repeating in his head was: do you remember him, like how he remembers you? Do you still think about him from time to time, like he does about you?

You definitely can feel Drew’s stare, his stare making you feel as if you were under a microscope right now. You turn and meet his eyes, and he panics, yet again.

Your eyes tell nothing, of whether or not you remember him. And the small smile you give him confirms it; you forgot about who he was. Fuck. Now Drew felt like the biggest fool to exist.

“If everyone could get back to their seats! The food will arrive shortly,” the host announces through a loud microphone.

“Let’s go then, I’m starving,” Luke squeezes your shoulders, to get you moving.

“Same,” you look away from Drew, and let Luke guide you over to your table.

Drew immediately gulps the rest of his whiskey down, loosening up his tie. Fuck. This was going to be a long night.

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Drew wasn’t one to eavesdrop. In fact, he hated eavesdroppers. Why are you listening on someone else’s private conversation?

Well, Drew hates himself very much right now.

You sat near the window, at the very end of the table. Across from you was Drew’s other teammate, Kirk. He sat next to Kirk, and across from Luke. The whole night, it was very obvious that Kirk had a thing for you, asking you questions about your life, hobbies, etc.

So now, Drew knew that you’re currently studying law in college, you hate tomatoes but love ketchup, you like museums, you have a horrible sleep schedule, you want to adopt a cat, you hate the cold-

“You’re single, right?”

That makes Drew choke on his food, causing the table to pause and stare at him. He coughs, feeling his whole face going red. “You okay, dude?” Kirk chuckles, patting Drew’s back, as if it’s any help.

Drew nods, trying to suppress his coughs with the help of water. While drinking, he glances at you, who looks at him with worried eyes. He puts his cup back down, clearing his throat, “so, are you?”

He ignores the skeptical stares from Luke, his eyes only focused on you. Please, please, say yes.

You turn away from Drew, just as Luke suddenly speaks up, changing the topic, “can we get another round of this lobster? Its fucking delicious.”

What? Drew’s gaze stays on you, seeing how you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes glued to your plate. Was it, a violating question? Drew had no idea, but seeing how quickly your mood changes, it leaves a bad scar on him.

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Huh. you’re staying at the same hotel as him. Well, not just him. The entire team, actually. Luke must have arranged it for you.

Drew stands behind you, hands in pockets, trying to look as if he wasn’t bursting with joy. While waiting for the elevator, you lean on Luke’s shoulder, your body ready to give up.

The elevator opens, and the remaining people all squeeze towards it.

You eventually get squeezed into the corner, with Drew close by. Super close by. With no space at all, Drew is forced to lean into you, his arm against the wall to support him.

This close proximity was driving him insane.

He feels your breast press closely to his lower chest, your face planted really close to his neck. From this proximity, he certainly can smell your perfume, shampoo, everything. He looks down at you; and surprisingly, you were already staring up at him. You send him a lazy smile, your eyes squinted up at him.

Cute. He sends you one too, although his smile might be bigger.

The ding sound is heard, and most of the people inside rush out. Drew was disappointed; he wanted to stay like this for a bit longer.

He gets himself off of you, now that there’s more space in the elevator, leaning against the wall. He wants to look at you (he already stared a lot during dinner though), memorize more of you before he goes to bed, but Luke turns around and faces you. Drew bites his lip, staring into the ceiling. “Told you tonight was fun, right?”

Okay, now Drew needed to eavesdrop.

“The guy in front of me was asking too much.”

Yes. Fireworks went off in Drew’s head. “Yeah, Kirk’s a dick. Don’t, don’t date him,” Luke…jokes? Drew wasn’t sure. “Or, I’ll kick his ass.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” you chuckle, which makes Drew glance at you. He makes sure to get a quick look of your smile again; fast enough so Luke doesn’t notice.

“Do you at least feel better now?”

“…yeah.”

“…I know you’re lying, y/n,” Luke disappointedly says.

No reply heard from you; the ding of the elevator ending the conversation. Drew looks at the screen; the 18th floor. “Goodnight,” you say to Luke, pushing yourself off the wall. To Drew’s surprise, you wave at him. “Goodnight,” you repeat, the same lazy smile on your face.

“Goodnight,” Drew replies, the smile appearing on its own.

The door closes after you leave, and Drew gets hit with a sad realization; he might never see you again. And he hates that thought.

Four years. After four years, he gets another chance to see you. And he’s just gonna let you walk away? Just like he did the first time?

He gets mad suddenly; remembering the lack of interactions the two of you had the entire night, all stolen by Kirk. Luke’s right, Kirk’s a dick. But also, a lucky bastard. He got to sit directly across from you, as well as talk to you. Lucky son of a bitch.

“Are you… gonna get out?”

Drew snaps out of it, looking up at the elevator screen. 24th floor. Luke is holding the door open for him, wondering why he hasn’t stepped out. “Sorry,” Drew murmurs, walking out. Luke follows him, as the two of them had rooms right next to each other.

“You okay, man?” Luke laughs, walking beside Drew.

“Yeah, just drank a bit much,” Drew shrugs, scratching the side of his face.

Luke gets to his room first, “see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Drew takes his room card out, pressing it against the door. He gets in without another look at Luke, closing the door behind him.

Huh. So this is how tonight was going to end? Him alone in his hotel room, consumed with the thought of you? (As if he hasn’t been thinking about you for the past four years already) Even Drew was disappointed in himself.

“Fuck,” he curses, still standing in the entrance of his room, running his hands through his hair stressfully. “Fuck.”

——

After knocking on 17 doors, this one might be yours.

Drew stood at the entrance of his room contemplating for ten minutes, whether or not to go see you again. After long chains of thoughts and scenarios, he made up his mind: he’s going to see you.

Problem: he didn’t know your room number. So, he spent almost twenty minutes on the 18th floor, knocking on each door hoping it would be you.

And now, on room 1818. He was mentally & physically tired, but he wasn’t going to give up.

He presses on the doorbell, twice. He waits for a few seconds that felt like minutes, tapping against the wall impatiently. Just as he gets ready to move onto the next room, the door opens.

He looks up, and his eyes widen.

You. You’re as shocked as he is, wondering why someone would knock on your door at such a late hour.

He first notices your slightly wet hair; droplets dripping down your neck. Your makeup is off, and he just finds you even more beautiful than before. His eyes naturally wander down to your body; finding you in a white lingerie dress.

Fuck. His brain is malfunctioning yet again.

“Hello?” He hears you chuckle, which makes him bring his attention back to your face. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, um, Drew. I’m Drew, from earlier, the dinner?”

“…I know. Can I help you?” You ask him yet again, a polite smile on your lips. You quickly glance down at his body; he’s still wearing his suit from earlier. He must’ve not showered yet, despite it being almost two hours after.

“Um,” he awkwardly licks his lips; All the lines he rehearsed back in his room are now gone. Drew realizes that he’s still standing in the hallway, and he didn’t want to talk to you while standing out here. “Can I, can I come in?”

You furrow your eyebrows, your face clearly showing discomfort.

He mentally panics, and hurries to add, “I want to talk to you, and it’s rather private. And, important.”

You think about it for a few seconds, listing out the pros & cons of this man coming into your room. You look into his eyes, seeing a sense of urgency and yearning in them. Okay. Maybe he can come in for a while.

You step out the doorway, opening the door wider. “Sit on the couch, I’ll prepare…tea? Wine?”

“Anything’s fine,” he says, walking in. You close the door behind him, and when he spots your shoes by the door, he takes his off too.

As he makes himself comfortable on the small couch in front of the bed, you grab your cardigan that rests on one of the dining room chairs, putting it on.

You open the hotel fridge; finding red wine in there. Opening the cupboard, you reach for two glass bottles, and walk towards Drew. He’s taken his suit jacket off, his tie hanging loosely by his neck, his sleeves rolled up. And he’s manspreading, a position you find to be very hot.

You have to admit; Drew was attractive. Even more attractive than your ex. Actually, the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. And, he’s got a charming personality to match it.

But he’s oddly familiar. During the dinner, your gaze can’t help but always drift over to him. Have you seen him from somewhere? Crazy, you can’t seem to remember where you’ve seen him before. An ad? Tv? Huh.

“So?” You start, sitting beside him. You try opening the bottle, but the cork was screwed on too tight.

Drew takes it from you; his hands brushing yours. You watch him effortlessly get the cork out, the pop heard in the room. He pours it into the two glasses, and sets it down. He sends you a small smile when he notices your stares. “Wine?”

“Well, you said anything’s fine,” your lips curl up on their own, as you reach for your wine glass. He offers to clink against yours; and you do, the two of you maintaining eye contact while sipping. After, you put your drink back down on the small coffee table. “Why a late night talk?”

Drew licks his lips, glancing down at his lap. He seems to have trouble forming words, fidgeting with his fingers. You lean back into the couch, curious as to what he’s thinking about.

After seconds that felt like minutes, he said, “You study law?”

Due to the unexpectedness, you chuckle, “yeah. Why?”

He shrugs, “Suits you.”

What is he even saying? “What?” You giggle, at his response.

You don’t miss the tip of his ears going red; even he thinks his response is funny. “I mean, law sounds fun, and you look like lawyer material.”

“Awesome,” you smile at him, trying to hold back your laughter. “And you look like basketball player material.”

His smile mimics yours; just more awkward.

He seems to not know what to say, despite telling you that he had something to say to you. Weird. So, you help him, by asking, “are you nervous about the new season?”

His eyes light up, “My third season with Hawks now. But, still nervous.”

“Third season?” He nods, and you reach for your wine yet again. “Hawks fan?”

“Always been the dream,” he admits to you, “grew up watching them, and when they offered, I just had to say yes.”

“Or because no other team offered?”

Shit. That sounded wayyy too rude. But that was your humor, and also your way of talking. Does he find it offensive? Wait, anyone would find that offensive. You should apologize-

He laughs lightly, taking a huge gulp of his wine. “Come on. Give me more credit.”

So…he isn’t offended by your words? You shrug, “never seen you play.”

He furrows his eyebrows at you, leaning back on the couch. “You’re lying.”

“Didn’t even know you until tonight.”

“Liar,” his voice drops low, but a smirk is seen on his lips, as if he’s catching you in a lie right now. But you were being honest; you really didn’t know him until tonight.

Unless…maybe there’s a reason why he looked so familiar to you? Ugh, why can’t you remember where you’ve seen him from?

“Really,” you say, looking into his blue eyes.

His eyebrows furrow even deeper, trying to figure out if you were being honest or not. You were. Eventually, he leans forward and pours more wine into his glass. “I believe you,” he murmurs, before sipping on the wine. You watch as he gulps it down; his Adam’s apple moving. “But surely, you’re…a fan of Hawks?”

You shake your head, which makes Drew chuckle. “I…know nothing about basketball.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’s my brother’s passion, not mine.”

“Okay,” he adjusts himself on the couch, his body now fully facing you. “Then tell me about law, or stuff like that.”

“‘Stuff like that’?”

“I might bore you if we keep talking about basketball. So, I’ll listen to you.”

“And law isn’t boring to you?”

“Not if you’re talking,” He sends you a warm smile. Woah. Butterflies that you haven’t felt in forever are now forming inside of you. Butterflies that feel different compared to the ones with Zack. “Come on. Tell me. Like, what’s…what new laws have been enforced?”

You laugh; his perception of law is cute. So, that’s exactly what you explain to him, just in simpler terms. His eyes, lips, body tells you that you’ve got his undivided attention; something that makes you smile while talking.

Huh. Weird how this stranger is willing to listen to you yap about laws & everything, as if what you’re saying was as simple was pie. Huh.

——

“Yes! He said that to me!”

“The audacity,” Drew laughs, making you nod even more.

You’re telling him the story of your classmate, who’s also your academic rival. Once he accused you of sleeping with the professor, that it’s the only reason why you’ve got such good grades. Thinking about it now, it just sounds funny. “It wasn’t true but he was so sure,” you laugh, recalling his red face while confronting you.

“He’s a fucking loser,” Drew continues to add, reaching to pour more wine into your glass. The two of you realize that it’s now empty, and you just shrug at him; not really bothered by it.

You take the chance to glance at the clock; it was two a.m already. The two of you have been talking for more than an hour. You suddenly remembered that Luke told you about an early schedule the team had tomorrow, yet Drew was still sitting here, getting tipsy with you.

“It’s..getting late,” you bring up, pointing at the clock.

Drew turns to it, and his eyes widen. But he turns back to you, shrugging. “I guess?”

Is he not getting what you’re hinting at? So, you just tell him, “Luke told me you guys are doing something early tomorrow.”

Drew stares into your eyes, in a way that gets you nervous. But then he looks away, and nods, biting down on his lip. “Um, yeah, totally forgot.”

You smile politely at him, even though deep down you didn’t want him to go. You liked his company, and although it was mostly you talking, he didn't make you feel bad for it. Drew’s…very comforting.

He grabs his suit jacket, the both of you getting up. “Now I can confidently say, that I know y/n.”

“What?” You smile, wondering what he was saying. You watch as he walks to the doorway, putting his shoes on.

When he’s done, he opens the door, turning back to you. “A very successful lawyer, that handles cases for the president or something.”

You laugh; that only happens in your dreams. You lean against the doorway, staring into his eyes. You really didn’t want him to go.

He leans towards you; giving you a hug. His arms wrap around your shoulders, and you hug his waist. Your nose is now filled with the smell of Drew; just like in the elevator earlier, a mix of cologne & alcohol.

Drew slightly pulls away, just so he could look at you. You do the same, staring up into his eyes, then his lips, then back to his eyes.

He also glances down at your lips, his eyes squinted.

Then, he kisses your cheek.

Then, you stand on your toes, planting a light kiss on his cheek too.

Then, he kisses the corner of your lips.

Then, you kiss his jawline.

You look into his eyes, giving him a smitten smile.

And just like that, Drew couldn’t hold back anymore; he kisses you. The kiss is hungry, passionate, intense, and…

And way too nostalgic for your liking.

Wait. Wait.

You pull away from him, feeling a bit overstimulated. Not just from the kiss itself, but…but because of what it reminds you of.

No fucking way.

It’s all coming back to you now; this was Drew. The Drew.

The one you lost you virginity to, the one that didn’t want you.

Wait. Was this even the right Drew? He looks pretty similar to the one you remember, talks similarly, and strangely, also kisses the same.

“Is something wrong?” His deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

Fuck. No. No, it’s not the same Drew. Because, what are the chances of this being the same Drew that took your virginity? Awfully poetic, if this happens to be the same person. Maybe, Drew is somewhere in West Carolina, coaching for some basketball team. And this Drew, was just some doppelgänger.

Okay. Yeah, this, this is just a coincidence. You’re just feeling weird because you broke up with Zack a few days ago. Not a big deal. Just, enjoy having this one-night stand with this attractive man.

You smile, shaking your head. “Just kiss me already,” you murmur, leaning into him. You kiss him lustfully, and he returns it, his hands touching all over you.

He backs you up into the room again, all while his lips are on you. You giggle at his urgency, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Don’t you have to get up early?” You giggle, pulling away.

“I think…it’s not that important,” he throws his suit jacket on the couch, kicks his shoes off, and kisses you again. He kisses you as though it might be the last time he does.

You pull away, just to push him onto the bed. His head lands on the pillows, and he readjusts himself so his back’s against the headboard. He puts his arms behind his head; and suddenly, you’re hit with the same nostalgic feeling.

But you ignore that feeling; it’s in the past now.

He gives you a lazy smirk, as you hover over him, straddling his waist. You can feel his erected cock pressing against your folds. Fuck.

You lean down and kiss him, a euphoric feeling that you might never get over. Your hands are busy; undoing all his buttons in a messy order. He helps you; slightly sitting up and throwing the shirt to the side.

Wow. His body? Sculptured by god himself. “Damn,” you voice out, the words just slipping out. Maybe mostly because of how tipsy you were.

He kisses your collarbone, murmuring, “damn?” There’s a slight chuckle and tease to that, which just makes you smile. Your hands go up to his face, cupping it and forcing him up to stare at you. His eyes…most mesmerizing shade of blue.

Again, you ignore the nostalgic feeling, that similar look in his eyes that the Drew gave you, four years ago. The similarity is uncanny.

“Such pretty eyes…” he murmurs, sharing the same thoughts you have.

His hands slide your cardigan off, discarding it somewhere else. His eyes go down to your neck, leaning forward and sucking on it.

Your head leans back in pleasure; his tongue was skilled, you had to admit. He sucks, bites, licks the area, his hands kneading your breasts through the thin material of the lingerie. His lips are warm and soft, compared to the necklace on you. You shamelessly moan out how good it felt; which just drives him crazier.

Drew’s lips slip lower, sucking on your nipples through the fabric.

“Shit, Drew…” you moan, your hands slipping down his shoulders, running through his abs, and then to the belt. Your hand brushes his boner; fuck. You want him now, the wetness in your underwear proving it.

He smirks against your skin, before pulling away. He glances down at your hands tugging his belt, “didn’t know you were the impatient kind.”

You roll your eyes, pushing him back down on his back. “Just shut up,” you groan, even though the smile was apparent on your lips. You back yourself off his waist, until you were on your knees between his legs. You undo his belt as if you’ve done it before, tugging his pants down.

Holy fuck. You’re salivating at the sight of his dick, fully up and proud.

You just want to wrap your lips around him, letting him use your mouth to satisfy himself. You palm his length through his boxers, leaning down and planting soft kisses along it.

He knows you want to give him a blowjob. He can see the thirst in your eyes. He wants it too; but he stops you, his hand going to wrap around your wrist. “Fuck,” he groans, as you look up at him between his legs. In his perspective, it was a very hot sight to see. But it won’t be as hot as what he’s about to purpose to you. “You… I, I wanna taste you too.”

You cock your head to the side, slightly confused. “So you don’t want me to suck your-“

“Yes, I do but I wanna eat your pussy too-“

“What, what, are you saying-“

Oh. Oh. “69?” You gasp, a slight curl on the corner of your lips.

His lustful and excited eyes confirm it, “you up for it?”

Your pussy is screaming ‘yes!’ But your brain is hesitant; you’ve never done the 69 before. With Zack, he’s tried missionary, doggy, cowgirl, spooning, etc, but never the 69.

Hell, why not? Sounds interesting, and with Drew, it might feel heavenly.

“Teach me,” you say, sitting up.

His eyes widen; either from your approval or your unknowingness to this position. But seeing how intrigued you were to try this, he smirks, nodding. He adjusts himself on the pillows, “you’re in luck, I’m a great teacher.”

“Really?” You lift your dress over your head, now, only left with your underwear on. Drew licks his lips at the sight of your breasts, and when you glance down to his boxers; you see pre-cum already soaking it up.

“M-hm,” he’s clearly lost in the sight of your nakedness. “Back yourself onto my face.”

The way he says it; just makes you even more horny.

You do just as he says, not before sliding your underwear off. You keep looking over your shoulder; spreading your legs as you plant your pussy on his face. You make sure to not fully sit on him; afraid that your weight might suffocate him.

You feel his hands on two sides of your thighs, gripping it tight and pulling you further down. “Relax, babe,” he coos. “Just, sit on me, I can take it.”

“You sure?”

“More than ever.”

And you sink your ass onto his face; until you can feel the tip of his nose poking your entrance, his hot breathe fanning it. Oh shit. “Look, you’re wet already,” he teases, licking the side of your thighs, very close to your pussy.

You groan at the feeling, but Drew quickly reminds you to stay on task, “Lean forward.”

You do; leaning your upper body down till his dick was right in your face. You hoist your upper body up with your elbows, creating a bit of space for you to suck his dick comfortably. You pull his boxers down; and moan at the sight.

“Ready?” He murmurs against your pussy.

You pull your hair to the side, “m-hm.”

You wrap your lips around his the tip of his dick, at the same time, he starts licking your folds. You moan around him, your mind consumed with the pleasure of him making out with your pussy.

You force yourself further down on his cock, the salty pre-cum taste on your tongue. His tip hits the back of your throat; gag reflexes triggering slightly. He was big, so it was a bit struggling to fit him entirely into your mouth.

“Taking it like a good girl, huh?” He manages to groan out, his breath fanning our pussy.

You just moan against his length; starting to bop your head up and down along it, occasionally sucking or biting. Your hand goes to massage his balls; which causes him to moan loudly. Shit. That motivates you to continue massaging his balls, knowing now that it’s what he likes.

He moans against you, while his tongue keeps thrusting itself into your pussy. Fuck, this all felt…so surreal. Is one even able to feel so much pleasure at once, just through oral sex?

The room is now just the sounds of the two of you, moaning and grunting, the bed slightly shaking.

You feel yourself coming close, as Drew continues to make out with your pussy. “Fuck…I’m close, Drew,” you breathe out, bopping your head slower now.

“I’know,” he murmurs, his tongue going slower too. “Just, continue with that, ‘kay?”

A sudden slap to your ass causes you to moan out of surprise, but also a reminder for you to continue wrapping your lips around his dick.

You do so; but only about half-way. With your orgasm coming close, your mouth was close to giving up. Eventually, you pull your mouth entirely away from Drew, wanting to focus on your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he groans, and just when you get ready to come over his mouth, his tongue stops, and you don’t feel his head nuzzled in your ass anymore. You glance back, curious as to what happened. His grip on your thighs loosens, but still resting there. “Lemme take over, yeah?”

You had no idea what that meant. But, you don’t object to it, nodding your head.

In a second, he lifts you off of him, and gets off from his comfortable position on the bed. “You got a condom?” He asks, standing up.

“In my purse,” you point over to the black bag on the small kitchen counter; the one you brought to dinner.

He gives you a teasing smile, while he walks over to get it. “So you knew you were getting laid tonight.”

Well, you always needed to be prepared, right? You lay yourself on the same spot Drew was just in, warm and smelling just like Drew. You prop yourself up with your elbows; eyes looking at his back as he rummages through your bag. He has a nice ass, by the way. “Couldn’t hurt to have it,” you reply lazily.

He turns around with a condom, ripping it open as he walks back to the bed. You watch as he positions himself between your legs, wrapping the condom around his dick.

He leans forward and kisses you, a very sloppy kiss.

You’re taken by surprise when his fingers enter you; causing you to moan into his mouth. “Fuck,” he curses against your lips, his fingers thrusting in. He adds a third digit, which is close to sending you over the edge.

He stretches you out, while his lips now move to your breasts. You arch your back in pleasure, moans showing him how good it felt.

His fingers pull out, and you watch as he aligns his dick with your entrance. Fuck, no matter how many times you see him, it’ll always shock you with how big he is.

You make eye contact with him, which makes him send you a lazy smile. “You good?” Teasing but also caring is heard in his voice.

“Will…I fit?” you ask unsurely.

He chuckles, placing a small kiss on your jawline. “Don’t worry; you’ll fit. And it’ll feel good.”

You nod, trusting him.

He enters you slowly, making sure you can adjust to his size. You moan when his dick is fully nested inside of you, your hands scratching his back. He leans his forehead gently against yours; the both of you catching your breaths.

He feels you relax under him, and intertwines his fingers with yours. His head pulls away, and for a few seconds, it’s just him staring at your face. You watch as his eyes linger to every spot on your face.

“Hey,” you softly say, which comes out more flirtatious.

“Hey,” he returns the greeting to you, sounding breathless. “You’re pretty.”

That makes you smile, and you pull him back down to kiss him. He kisses back, while thrusting into your core. You moan, even though his thrusts were slow.

“Faster,” you moan.

“Yes ma’am.”

Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. The way his deep voice adds to that line, gets your pussy closer to coming. And a man of his words, he picks up the pace, slamming into you.

The bed shakes even harder now, the moans the two of you produce are shamelessly loud. He trails small kisses along your neck, sucking occasionally.

And as crazy as this thought was; you knew Drew was going to be the best sex you’ve ever had. Might even be better than the night you lost your virginity. He knows all the ways to feel good, to make you feel good.

With each thrust, you feel yourself coming close again. “Shit, Drew. I’m close,” you groan, tightening yourself around his dick.

“I’know babe,” he kisses the corner of your eye. “Cum on my dick; I got you.”

He continues his fast pace, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, until you feel a knot in your stomach go undone.

You cum all over his dick, your body giving up now. Drew helps himself, and you feel him twitch inside of you too. His pacing slows, and you feel warm cum entering his condom.

“…You squirted,” you hear him chuckle, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Oh shit. How embarrassing. You didn't know you were even capable of squirting. Is Drew grossed out by that? Based on his tone, he might not be, but then again-

“That’s…really fucking hot.”

You feel your cheeks go red just because of his compliment, letting go of his hands. You cover your face out of shyness, “shut up.”

You hear him chuckle again, “really…you’re very hot. And beautiful.”

He holds down on your waist as he slowly pulls out of you. You hear him walking across the room; probably to discard his condom. The warmth of him is gone; but a dip on the side of you tells you that he’s laid down on the bed with you.

This man was unbelievable. First, he shamelessly looks at you during dinner, not engaging in any way with you. Second, he comes into your room in the middle of the night, claiming he’s got ‘important’ stuff to tell you. Third, he listens to long, boring stories about your life. Fourth, he fucks you so good you squirt.

Unbelievable.

You pull your hands away from your face, and you turn to face him. He’s already staring at you, his arms resting behind his head.

The two of you just lay in silence; your eyes dancing all over his facial features. He really does look like the guy you lost your virginity to. Same face, same eyes, nose, lips. The resemblance is…uncanny.

“You…” you want to ask him if he’s Drew. The Drew from four years ago.

But you don’t. For some reason, you just can’t. You can’t bring yourself to ask him.

It was a horrible memory; crying at home for days, just because he rejected you. Crying over a guy that you weren’t even together with. It was a stupid memory, that you kept deep in your heart. Eventually, that memory was pushed to the very back with Zack’s help.

“…we just did 69,” you say instead.

That makes him laugh; sending butterflies to your stomach. “Yeah, we did.”

You’re feeling a bit sleepy now; the tiredness of the sex washing over you. Drew suddenly gets up, and for a moment you think that he’s leaving.

But he wasn’t; simply grabbing some tissues on the coffee table. He spreads your legs, and starts wiping the cum off it. “What a gentleman,” you sarcastically comment, even though you were happy he’s cleaning up after; Zack never does.

“The bare minimum, y/n,” he tells you instead, before getting off the bed again, throwing it away.

Huh. You didn’t know; you’ve ever only been with Zack.

He lays down beside you again, but not before pulling the blanket over you. “Tired?”

“Very,” you murmur, your eyelids feeling heavy. You don’t know why you said it, but you just did, “you can stay here.”

“Wasn’t gonna leave anyways,” he replies back almost instantly.

Warmth spreads throughout you, the comfort of Drew just laying beside you was enough to make you fall asleep.

And you do drift off to sleep, with the last thing on your mind being Drew.

Soon enough, Drew falls asleep too, but not before hugging you closely to him.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: damn they freaky (69 after four years...freaky bitches)

anyways, this is the longest chapter i've so far ...but i hope you enjoyed part three (there will be part 4!) ignore any mistakes...got real tired towards the end. i want to thank everyone who reads my work, u don't know but means a lot to me<3 also thanks to the person that also thought of the time skip idea...tysm! so...will y/n and drew open up about the past? and... who's zack👀��

#drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey x reader #fiction #drew starkey x you #mini series #part 3 #strangers to lovers #fluff #angst #smut

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cameronspecial · 8 months ago

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we all kmow drew loves to read and staying in, let’s make Dad!Drew staying in for the weekend and read to his 2 yo daughter and everything (hanging out, taking cute pics, doing her hair, play house) while reader going out with her friends and she felt a little guilty but he assured her that he loves spending time with their baby, so she should stop worrying.

Me And My Lady

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Suggestion of Sex At The End

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.7K

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“You be Ken, Daddy, and I be Chelsea,” Elizabeth orders, handing her father the doll. Most kids are obsessed with the titular character of Barbibe; however, Drew’s daughter loves her Chelsea doll with a passion. He takes it without hesitation, “'Cause I'm just Ken, anywhere else I'd be a ten. Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blonde fragility?” The singing goes over his daughter’s head and she begins the dialogue of the game. He isn’t too sure what exactly is going on; only catching every other word. He does hear cheating and divorce though, so he makes a mental note to ask Y/N if she has been watching Real Housewives with their daughter again.

Around half an hour later, the young girl complains about being hungry, so the two of them get to cook dinner. He watches as the small hand grips the spatula and waves it back and forward, spreading tomato sauce over the lasagna slices. She accidentally yanks the utensil upward, which causes a splash of red to land on her nose. Drew laughs and Elizabeth goes crossed eyes to try to see what he is laughing at. This makes him laugh even harder and she joins in on the cheery mood. He takes the phone out, letting her put some sauce on his nose and angling the camera at both of them. They make a funny face and he takes multiple pictures. After their small photo shoot, the two of them finish making the lasagna and eat up their reward for their effort. He checks the time to see that it is the little one’s bedtime soon. “It’s bath time,” he announces. Excitement crosses her face because she loves being in the water. He helps her out of the chair and chuckles when she rushes to the bathroom. “Come on, Daddy,” she beckons from the other room. He jogs after her to find her sorting through her toys already, trying to figure out which one she wants to play with. The one thing she hates about bathtime is the three toys limit.

He steps over the toys and plugs the drain so the tub will fill when he turns the tap on. As the water begins to occupy the hollow porcelain, Drew turns to his daughter and opens the cabinet beside the bath. “Do you want bubbles and what bath bomb do you want?” he questions. She looks up from her toys and examines the choices, “Can I use one of Mommy’s?” The cabinet is filled with bubbles for both Y/N and Elizabeth, but the bath bombs are divided between the two of them. Elizabeth’s are colourful and shaped in different forms, such as cats, unicorns, or dogs, while Y/N’s are more focused on the scents so they are less colourful and just round. Knowing his wife wouldn’t mind sharing, he nods. “Bubbles, please, and that one,” she answers, pointing to the light pink bath bomb that smells of roses. Drew grabs both of the chosen items, “Those are fine choices, My Lady.” Elizabeth giggles at the funny accent he uses and accepts the round object he hands her, dropping it into the tub when he instructs her to.

Once the bubbles are in and the water is at an appropriate height, he helps her undress and sets her into the tub. He hands her the duck, the mermaid, and the boat she chose to play with, accepting the mermaid she gave him. “And we can swim all night together,” she recounts. The duck slaps against the water under the grip of the daughter. The force produces a large splash that hits her father in the face. His face scrunches as the water makes contact and drips to his neck. “Hahaha,” she yells. Drew fakes an angry look, “Grrr. You think that’s funny, Little Lady?” He dips his hand in the water and flicks some at his daughter. Her giggles intensify and she tries to get away from the attack. The warmth soon leaves her, creating a shiver in her. Upon seeing this, the father grabs the ducky hood towel from the hook and takes her out of the tub. He wraps it around her and runs his hands up and down her arms to create some heat. The floor is soaked because of their playing, so he takes a second to dry it with the floor towel.

With the floor clean, he carries her to her room and they get her changed into her pyjamas. He runs the towel over her hair to get out as much moisture as he can. He takes the brush she hands him and runs it through her hair to get rid of the knots created in the bath. “Do we want one braid or two?” he confirms. She hmms for a little, “Two Fwench braids, please.” He divides her hair into two and then separates one of the sections into three. He begins weaving the strands together like his wife taught him and sings with his daughter whilst she waits for him to finish.

“There you go, My Lady. Why don’t you go choose a bedtime story?” he encourages, watching her run to her bookcase. She spends about a minute looking at her options before choosing a book he knows she is going to pick because it has been her choice for a few nights now. She patters back to him and he helps her onto her big girl bed. Her head rests against his shoulder. He pretends he doesn’t see her thumb in her mouth even though Y/N would kill him for not stopping it. He thumbs through the book to find where they stopped last night and clears his throat to start reading. “To be, or not to be, that is the question.” The English major side of him loves that his daughter likes to read Shakespeare. He is sure she doesn’t understand anything he reads, yet he knows she enjoys it because she is always so attentive and she’ll ask what certain words will mean. Drew looks past the inappropriate subject matter of Hamlet for the two-year-old because it feels like a bonding experience for him. It is one of the reasons why he isn’t angry at Y/N for watching Real Housewives with Elizabeth.

Ten minutes later, he fills her head relax as it digs into his muscles. He closes the book and kisses her forehead. His hand raises the blanket to her chin, turning on the night light. “I love you, My Lady,” he whispers.

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Drew is reading through Othello because he thinks it is what he and Elizabeth should read after Hamlet. She’ll like the witches’ scene. He hears the front door open and close. He shuts the book, placing it on the side table as his wife walks through the bedroom door. “Hey, did she go down to sleep okay?” she mumbles. Her back is facing him whilst she takes off her jewellery and places them on her vanity. His head bobs and he gets behind her. He hands her a makeup wipe, resting his chin on her shoulder. He observes her nighttime routine through the mirror. His lips press against her skin, “Yep, everything went by smoothly. We are almost done with Act Three for Hamlet. I’m thinking about reading Othello with her next. How was the club?” She hesitates about answering. Y/N honestly had an amazing time tonight. It felt so great not having to worry about another human being for an evening. She loves Elizabeth, except being a mom can create a lot of pressure. Even though the night was a success, guilt overcomes her when she meets her husband’s eyes in the mirror. Drew hasn’t gone out at night with friends since he got back from work and she has been out three times. “It was fine,” she plays off, wiping her makeup off with the wipes he provided for her.

His brow arches at her tone, “Really, only fine? I saw Layton’s story. You looked like you were having a blast.” Her eyes fall to the vanity. “It must have been a trick of the light,” she shrugs. She goes for another wipe, except veiny hands stop her. He takes her hand in his and spins her so they face each other. Warm hands cup her cheek. “What’s wrong, My Queen? Why so glum?” he worries, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone.

Her breath tickles his skin as she exhales, “Do you hate that I make you stay at home with Elizabeth when I go out?” His head shakes like an earthquake and he brings her in for a hug. He can feel the guilt oozing out of her. “No, of course not. I love Elizabeth. Why would I hate it?”

“I’m not saying that you hate her. I just wonder if you resent me for going out with the girls, which means you have sole parent duties for a night. You haven’t had a night out since she was born. I mean you go out, but never by yourself so that I have sole parent duties.”

“You have sole duties when I work.”

“That’s different though. Just because you love your job doesn’t mean it is a personal outing for pleasure.”

“True.”

She looks back at him with a pout, his last words intensifying her emotions. “Please don’t feel bad about this. I may not go out anymore, but I never used to go out that much before anyways, right?” he reminds her. She thinks about it, realizing that it is true. Whenever he went out, it was always with her by his side. She meets his gaze, “You are saying that to make me feel better.” His head moves from side to side. “No. I love having nights with me and My Lady. I mean they are perfect when it is me, My Lady, and My Queen, but if I can give you a much-needed break, then I am more than happy to help you with that. If anything, Elizabeth is my excuse to stay in.” A grin starts to grow on his face when he sees the tips of her lips flip upwards. “Well, I’m glad I made you the perfect excuse,” she jokes. His laugh joins her lightened mood, “You made me the best excuse. Maybe we should start working on another one. You know, to solidify our excuse.” His eyebrows waggle and she pulls him into a kiss with a smirk. Their giggles mix in the air as he locks their bedroom door and she flops onto their bed.

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 2 years ago

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smut with drew where it’s their first thanksgiving holiday with his family and reader but he can’t behave and he’s horny for everything she does like helping his mom in kitchen, doing the table, unpacking their stuff in his old room

so after days of not ( making babies ) since their arrival he starts to loose it and begs reader to accept to do it even though there’re in his parent’s home. so she accepts and like he waits like a good boy, she asks him what were his teenager high school sex fantasm to fulfill them ( sit on his face, 34+35, f*cking in front of his mirror ) ….

Happy Turkey Day

Pairing- Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary- see above. (Have combined this with another anon asking for one thing similiar).

Warnings- Drew being a horny mf, sex, oral, hair pulling, a lil manhandling, language. [18+]

Drew couldn’t keep his hands to himself, he was all over you. You had gotten a little uncomfortable at one point when he was pushing your hips against the bench and grinding himself into your ass, while his mother stood by the sink washing potatoes.

You had smacked his arm and told him to get out, you did not want to be caught dry humping your boyfriend in his childhood home. It was your first holiday with his family, you were not going to let Drew and his dick ruin it.

But Drew had other plans, he’d watched you all weekend. He couldn’t get his dick to go soft, it just seemed to grow harder and harder each time his eyes fell on you.

Whether you be mashing potatoes with his mum, cracking a cold beer for his dad or even looking at baby photos of him with his siblings. He could not get the image of your naked body out of his head.

So when thanksgiving was over and the only people left in the house was the two of you and his parents, he took that opportunity to kidnap you. Pulling you out of the living room before you could fight against him.

“What are you doing Drew?!” You whispered, he shook his head and threw you over his shoulder. His arms flexing against your thighs, you couldn’t deny that it turned you on being manhandled.

He gave your butt a slap as you bounced against his shoulder as he ran up the stairs. “DREW!” You screeched, playfully kicking your legs. His laugh echoes through the narrow hall, he kicked his bedroom door open and dropped you on the bed.

You looked a little dishevelled, but it only turned Drew on more, he locked the door and walked back over to you. The room was dark as the sun had set a few hours ago, he reached over and turned his bed side lamp on. Orange light illuminates the room.

Your eyes flicker over the walls, still covered in posters and photos of him and his school friends. His parents hadn’t changed his room one bit, schoolbooks still sat neatly on his desk and trophies littered the bookcase.

You were brought back to reality when Drew’s lips sucked at your neck, his hips pressing into your core. “Mhmm, missed the taste of you baby” he mumbled against your skin, his hand slipped under your dress. Skimming his fingers over your panties, you let out a whine when he moved them further up your body.

“Oh, so you do want me?” He joked, he let out a soft chuckle and pulled away from your neck. Staring down at you, he noticed your chest rising and falling harder as you stared up at him with your doe eyes, darkened with lust. “Yeah, I want to fuck you”.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed yourself up on your forearms. Pressing your lips against his neck, you could feel him swallow harshly. “Baby” you whisper, nudging him with your nose wanting his undivided attention. “Tell me all your high school fantasies”.

He pulls away and you follow, moving yourself to straddle him. His hands find home on your waist, you slide yours up his chest and held onto his face. “Tell me” You urge, pressing soft kisses to his lips and cheeks.

“Really?” He questions, he’s not sure why he’s suddenly so nervous. It’s not like the both of you had never spoken about kinks etc. “well... I’ve always wanted to have sex in front of the mirror” he says, watching you intently.

Your lips quirk up into a grin, you can feel yourself getting wetter. “And?”.

“I want you to ride my face and 69” he finishes, biting the inside of his cheek. You nod your head, pressing your lips to his again, you deepen it. Grinding yourself against him, he grips your waist and moans into your open mouth.

“Well baby, you’re in for a treat” you purr, you push him down against the sheets and pull yourself to stand. Double checking the door is locked, you begin by pulling the side zip of your dress.

Letting the material pool around your feet, your tits sit bare and round. Practically begging for his mouth to assault them, you wore thin cotton panties that sat just under your belly button, accentuating your curves. “Shit” Drew groans, pressing the palm of his hands to his groin.

You slip out of your panties and step towards him, grabbing the waistband of his pants. He watches silently as you begin to undress him, his chest is heaving. He so badly wants to reach over and kiss you, but he’s letting you take control.

His cock springs free, leaking pre cum against the lower part of his stomach. His shirt has been tossed into the pile of clothes, you crawl up his body and leave soft kisses against his tanned skin. “Fuck, I’m so excited, I could bust right now” Drew laughs, you giggle against his skin.

His fingers run up and down your back, you reach his lips and give him a peck. His hand sliding up towards the back of your head, gripping the loose strands of hair it between his fingers. “Uh uh, I’m in charge baby” you grin, but you let him pull you against him.

Your lips mould together, chests pressed firmly together. Your wet folds grazing his cock has a moan slipping from your boyfriends’ lips. He grips the underneath of your thighs and uses all his strength to move you up his body, your knees sitting either side of his face.

“I’m in charge pretty girl, always”

With that he presses his warm tongue to your folds and you’re clenching around nothing, reaching up to grip the headboard of his childhood bed. “Oh god” you cry out, clamping your hand over your mouth. You needed to stay at quiet as possible, you really didn’t need his family hear their son fuck his girlfriend.

“God, isn’t between your legs sweetheart” he grins, massaging the apples of your cheeks. Pulling you down closer to him, nuzzling his face between your cunt. “O-0h!” You moan against your palm; you’re already starting to sweat.

“Stop!”

He pulls away from you and you quickly manoeuvre yourself, pussy against his face, your face inches from his cock. “Okay, get back to it”.

He chuckles, you can feel his breath against your cunt. He presses his tongue to your hole, moving in slow circular movements. You grip the base of his cock, kitten licking his tip. His tongue halts it’s movements, however you continue to lick his shaft until you swallow him into your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m always shocked you can deep throat” he breaths, his blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs. You hum against his cock, sending shivers down his spine.

Familiar warmth spreads through your belly, your toes curling as his tongue moves against your bundle of nerves. You rock your hips faster against his mouth, needing more friction. You don’t stop your movements on his cock though, reaching a hand around to cup his balls.

You can feel him tense, he’s grunting against your pussy. Pressing harder against your clit, slipping two fingers into your hole. You cry out around his cock, tears welling in your eyes as he assaults your pussy.

Drew is suddenly stopping when he feels the familiar flutter within your walls, gripping your hips, and moving you off him. “What?” You question, wiping the spit that’s on your chin. Sitting back on your feet, he grips you by the bicep and pulls you off the bed. “Jesus, you like manhandling me today”.

“I want to watch you cum”

You swallow harshly and nod, moving towards him. He takes a seat on his old desk chair, looking at you from the mirror that hangs on the back of his bedroom door. “Come here baby” he pats his thigh.

You turn so your back is facing him, slowly moving down until your hovering above his cock. He grips the base and pulls you down onto his cock, he bottoms out and the both of you let out a grunt of pleasure. You’re squeezing around him tightly. “Fucking hell” Drew grunts, helping you to move against him.

“Watch yourself” He orders, gripping your chin between his fingers. He pulls your face until your eyes land on the two of you connected. “Watch your pretty little face as I fuck you sweet girl”.

Your eyes lock in the mirror and you bite down on your lip, circling your hips against his cock. His hand slides from you hip to grasp onto your breast, thumbing your nipple. You desperately wanted to close your eyes and let your body enjoy the pleasure, but he pinches your nipple just as your eyes started to flutter closed. “Open”.

“shit, okay” you mewled, your legs began to wobble. Unable to continue squatting over his cock any longer. He held you by the waist and manoeuvred you both until you were down on all fours, breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

He grips a handful of your hair and pulls your head up, making eye contact in the mirror once more. Mascara had started to smudge around your lower lashes, looking even more dishevelled than before. “Pretty girl” he moans, pressing his palm against your shoulder blades and giving your neck a squeeze.

He pushes himself deeper and deeper until his stomach is pressed firmly against your ass cheeks, you watch as his eyes roll back. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck” You cry out, fingers scratching at the carpet underneath you, needing something to grip onto.

He reaches under your bodies, pressing his fingers to your clit. Your walls pulsate around him, sucking him in deeper if humanely possible. He tosses his head back and grinds himself relentlessly against you.

You cry out in pleasure, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes. “Drew, I-I” Your unable to finish your sentence, the breath is knocked out of you as he grips the corner of the desk and brings one of his legs up and plants his foot to the floor, he grips your hip with the other and rams himself into you.

His moans are drowned out by the cries and sobs coming from your lips, your body is shaking. Overstimulated, his cock touching that sweet spot inside of you no other man had before. “Come on baby girl, you can do it, take it, that’s a good girl”.

“shit, fuck, DREW!”

His dick is dripping with your juices, he’s no longer watching you in the mirror and instead looking down at where the two of you are connected. His teeth gnaw at his lower lip, you can see specs of blood. “I-I” You stutter, your orgasm rippling through your body.

He can feel the familiar build up, your legs shaking and pussy pulsating around him. His eyes meet yours in the mirror at the perfect moment. Watching your pretty little lips form an O and your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Drew!” you cry out, pressing your hips back into him.

A few more strokes and he was spilling inside of you, fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips. His cum leaking out of you and down your thigh, he pulls you up so your sat against him. Back to chest, he presses his lips to your shoulders and wraps his arms around you.

“Pretty, pretty girl. What did I do to deserve you?”

“What did I do to deserve you I think you mean?”

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gxdsfavgal · 2 years ago

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Puppy Adoption

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Partner!Reader

Warnings: FLUFFFYYYYY little BLURB, I just wrote this very rushed because I thought it was cute lol

A/N: based on this tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRny1sHd/

I am a binge watcher. I love watching celebrity interviews even though I am surrounded by it in my personal life. But I have my own little favorites. It is something I look forward to every time I open YouTube. I hope to see a new upload of Buzzfeeds Puppy Interview.

I obsessed over the Chris Evans one, and even the Tom Holland one. After finding out that Drew was going to be in one for OBX, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I begged for him to let me watch in the behind the scenes, and luckily it didn't take much begging.

So now here we are, the puppies in the crates as the cast talks to the producers on what they are doing and what type of questions are going to be asked.

I was in awe by all the tiny noses poking out through the grates of the cages, the little barks and howls. I am a dog person through and through.

Cats? Birds? Fishes? Never.

Before they filmed, the adoption manager and I had a conversation. We talked about how they are a non-profit organization and how they always have dogs of all ages to be fostered or adopted.

I was fortunate enough to snap a few pics for my Instagram story.

I didn't have pets growing up, but I kept a promise to myself that I would someday be a parent to a dog. I didn't care the breed, I just wanted to have a dog to love.

Drew on the other hand grew up around dogs, his family and his friends. He knows everything about them. He's always told me that we need to get a dog someday.

He promised me that we would get a puppy together on our second date, and I've held that promise to him.

I sat comfortably and excited in a chair behind the crew members of the Buzzfeed production team. The lights of the studio flashed "Filming In Progress", and everyone became silent.

Drew and the rest of the cast just finished up the Buzzfeed puppy interview. I was just in the behind the scenes trying to get some content for Drew's instagram.

"I literally cannot move" Drew whispered out as the film crew started wrapping up.

The puppy in his arms fully asleep, its head lolled back with little snores.

The OBX group was all in awe over Drew and the puppy.

"Come here." Drew asked of me, using his head to nod.

I walked past the camera and sat down on the floor next to Drew and Maddy, the other puppies coming to sniff me. I put out my hand so the pups can smell me, but also so I can lure one to hold.

"They are up for adoption right?" I asked the lady on the side who brought all of the dogs to the interview.

"Yep! Every single one of them." she smiled.

"Oh my god! I want all of them." I whispered as I held up the puppy I was holding.

"Same, I do need a travel buddy" Madelyn giggled as her chin was getting licked.

"Drew, it seems like that one is basically yours." I nodded my head towards the one in his arms.

"I wish I could make him ours." Drew petted the German Shepards head.

"Why not? We've been talking about getting a dog for months."

"I don't know, you think we should?" he asked me with a smile on his face, ready to commit to being a dog dad.

"I think you guys should do it." the lady spoke, trying to convince us to adopt.

"Wow, she's got great marketing skills." Bails said with a giggle as Austin laughed with.

"Ehh I don't know." Drew tilted his head back and forth.

"I think we should." I rested my head on Drew's shoulder, looking at the still sleeping puppy in his arms. "I think he adopted you actually."

"Do it! Do it!" the cast cheered as they made the dogs in their arms do little dances.

Drew and I's heads turned to each other, our eyes making immediate contact. We were both trying to decipher what the other one was saying.

We a little smile on his face and mine, we both did a little nod.

"We'll take him." I told the lady as I lightly booped the sleeping puppy nose.

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enhypen-scholarship · 11 months ago

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IM NOT EVEN KIDDDING IM SO FUCKING OBSSEEEEESSSED WOTH DREW STARKEY, HIS FACE, HIS EYES, NOSE, LIPS, HANDS, BICEPS. EVERYTHING ABT HIM MAKES ME GO INSANE ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE. HES LIKE A DRUG IN MY BRAIN LIKE EVERYTHING ABT HIM IS SO UNIQUE, SO MAJESTIC, SO PURE, SO HEAVENLY, SO BEAUTIFUL. HOW CAN A MAN BE SO FUCKING REAL????? IM PISSED OFF BCZ RHERES ONLY ONE DREW STARKRY😠😠😠

#no cuz like its not even funny anymore #i think i need sedation for it #me when drew starkey #he makes me feral idk why #drew starkey

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secretsbyekai · 2 years ago

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Drew Starkey fan fiction

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT (Drew Starkey fanfiction)

This is my fanfic, please do not copy x

Cast:

Drew Starkey as Drew Blackmore (22 years old)

(Whoever you want it to be) as Audrey Harrington (18 years old)

NOTE:

I'm just going to put in all the random pages of my fanfiction of Drew Starkey. The "-------" is to separate the pages.

WARNING:

Violence, sexual abuse, drug abuse

[PART ONE]

September 13th, 2023 - New York City, New York

Eighteen-year-old Audrey Harrington exited New York University with some books and looked around the street. She had just finished up her classes for the day, Journalism. She took out her phone and went through all the notifications when the dark grey pickup truck parked right before her. The window rolled down and twenty-two-year-old Drew Blackmore appeared.

“Inside, now,” he demanded, boring his electrifying blue eyes into her light brown ones.

She frowned at his snappy tone but entered the vehicle. She strapped her seatbelt on and turned to him with furrowed brows.

“What?” she asked in annoyance.

He rested his hand on the passenger’s seat passing your head as he leaned closer.

“Are you seriously being bitchy right now, huh?” he said, and she remembered what she did last night, “Where were you? Why didn’t you answer my texts or calls?”

“I was–”

“Busy? Doing what, your assignments, studying, reading your novels?”

“Yes,” she answered, though there was a bit of uncertainty in her voice.

He scoffed with a sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Then why was Roland Garcia with you?”

She just stared at him with her big curious eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t make me ask again, Dre,” he said with a light threatening tone in his voice.

She thinned her lips and sighed softly.

“Fine. I wasn’t doing all that, I was hanging out with him at his apartment.”

“Doing what?”

“We were hanging out.”

He rolled his eyes as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Can we please just go?”

He tusked and drove away from the university. The ride was awfully quiet, which made Audrey feel uncomfortable. She wanted to turn on the radio for some music.

“Don’t,” he warned, eyes still darted to the road ahead.

She sighed heavily and folded her arms before her chest, turning to the side of the road.

“What was that?” he asked.

“What was what?”

“Why did you just sigh heavily?”

“I’m not doing anything, Drew.”

“You were sighing heavily.”

She rolled her eyes deeply.

“I’m just tired.”

��Of what?”

“Classes.”

“Sure about that?”

“What else would I be tired of, Drew?”

He paused for a moment, and then said, “Me.”

She pursed her lips, watching as all the trees passed.

“I’m not tired of you,” she sounded, “I’m just…tired of everything else.”

He turned to her with a worried look on his face. He didn’t say anything after. He just kept driving.

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(I skipped some pages)

She rolled the ripped paper into a small pipe and put the edge on the white powder line. She put the other end of the pipe on her left nostril and breathed in sharply, letting the cocaine enter her nose and down her system. She tilted her head and sighed in relief, closing her eyes. Finally, she thought to herself. Roland chuckled at that.

“My, oh, my, someone hadn’t taken her hit in a few,” he commented.

“Drew wouldn’t stop grilling me about our hang. And he’s been picking me up from classes these past five days.”

“Sorry ‘bout the leak. Simon can’t keep his mouth shut.”

She rolled her eyes at that as she rested on the sofa. While the drugs worked their way into her body, the people at Roland’s apartment were having loads of fun. They were all having an infinite round of booze and drugs. Some were playing poker, some were dancing, and some were making out. It was the life Audrey had grown accustomed to ever since she turned fifteen. She first met Roland while she was walking down the street, and she saw him dealing drugs in a back alleyway. She approached him, asked how much his drugs were, and bought some from him. It went on like that almost every week and the two became friends. After three months, he decided to introduce his squad to her. She hadn’t unglued from him since.

Of course, her friends Jonah Fitch and Reese Abercrombie were pretty much against the newly-formed friendship. He was an adult while she was still a minor at the time, and she was hanging out with such a dangerous crowd. They wanted to get her out of it but to no avail. It went on like that until now. Joe and Reese had shared their concerns with Drew and he had tried to be more aware of Audrey’s surroundings, but she was a troublemaker at heart. She knew how to slip away when people weren’t looking.

It wasn’t like she decided to become a semi-drug addict for fun. She needed it to let loose, to be at an all-time high, to forget. She couldn’t shake off Uncle Morgan most times. He was just there, creeping over her. She could still feel his hands on her legs. She could hear his groans and moans. She could feel his heavy warm breath on her neck. It was terrifying. She couldn’t let him haunt her anymore. She needed a way to drown him out of her mind.

Drew had just gotten word from Reese that she was out partying with Roland. He had asked around the streets for his apartment address and after roughing up a couple of his guys, he finally got what he needed. He entered the apartment and observed around. There were a whole lot of people in there and it was damn noisy. Don’t the neighbors ever complain about this whole mess?

“Yo, yo!”

He turned around to see Roland lifting up both arms to welcome him.

“Country Club, my man!” he sang.

Drew furrowed his brows, not returning the friendliness. He never really liked it whenever Roland called him ‘Country Club’, even though he used to go to country clubs on a regular basis.

“Pick your poison, homes,” Roland invited as he showed him a glass of bourbon and a shot of tequila.

“I’m looking for Audrey, where is she?” he asked with a deep frown on his face.

Roland laughed.

“Oh, c’mon, Country Club! Have a little fun! Relax, take a few sips, get somethin’ up your nose!”

“No, I’m good. Where is she?”

He didn’t like how everybody was drunk and high. Where the hell was Audrey? Was she taking drugs, too? Was she drunk right now? Roland kept talking about all the bottles of booze he had, which pissed Drew off. He finally clenched his hand to the hem of his T-shirt and yanked him forward. Roland immediately stopped talking. He knew that Audrey had an intense boyfriend, but she never mentioned him being protective. Drew was half a head taller than all the men in that apartment. He was perfectly well-built, with his muscles still visible even under that oversized T-shirt he was wearing. He had a very mean glare and an ever-present frown. He also had a buzz cut, which made him look five times more menacing than he normally did with his growing brown hair.

“I don’t give a shit about your five-thousand-dollar booze or your janky-ass drugs, shithead,” Drew said threateningly, “I wanna know where my girl is.”

Drew practically jammed the door open and barged in and saw five people lying around in bed. There were three guys who had their hands on two girls, one of them being Audrey. They all jumped up in unison when they heard a loud ruckus. When she saw him there, she felt like her entire body had drained from any and all high. She let in a deep breath and froze in place. She didn’t dare move, for fear that he would go all ballistic on everyone there. He had his teeth gritted, his jaw clenched. His hands were clutched on the door frame and the handle, turning his fists white.

“Everybody, get out!” he shouted, letting out a thunderous voice.

With that, they all scampered out of the bedroom, and it was just him and Audrey. He closed the door and went over to her.

“Have you lost your mind?” he shouted still.

She thinned her lips and turned away, not knowing how to react to that. He had never screamed at her before. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the bed.

“Drew!”

“We’re fucking leaving!”

“Drew, stop!”

He turned back and gripped her upper arms, shaking her vigorously. She immediately shut her mouth.

“We’re leaving this shithole and you’re never seeing these people again,” he said with a low and threatening voice, “If I ever see them around you, if I ever hear you being here again, I will fucking kill them.”

She widened her eyes in shock, intensely gazing at him as she was rooted in place. She didn’t dare say another word or let out any discomforting reactions. She just kept still and quiet. Once he was sure she got the message, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the apartment building and to the parking lot. He took out his car keys and unlocked the door, but she stopped in her tracks. He rolled his eyes and turned around, going back to her.

“Get in the truck, Dre,” he commanded.

“N-no,” she stuttered, her voice none above a whisper.

He scoffed as he looked at her in disbelief, repeating, “No?”

She gulped and shook her head, putting her hands on her chest and looking at him worriedly. He laughed in sarcasm as he started walking around, trying to figure out what was going on with her and why she was being relentless with that party of misfits and drug addicts. He suddenly slammed his big palm on the vehicle, making a thunderous noise echoing through the space. She jumped at that and looked down, taking a step back, but he only went closer to her, towering over her as he tilted his head all the way down to see her small figure.

“You wanna go back to that party? You wanna snort all that coke and smoke pot, getting grabbed around by random guys, getting passed around, huh?”

She just looked straight to his broad chest.

“I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on, Dre, but you’re not gettin’ anywhere near that guy and his shitty friends again, do you understand? Do you understand?” he said, and then shouted at the top of his lungs at that last question.

With that, she finally broke away from her fear and wanted to make a run for it, but Drew was fast enough to grab her body and drag her inside the vehicle.

“Hey, hey! Whoa!” they heard someone else shouting.

The two stopped their ruckus and turned to Roland who was storming over to them with a deep frown on his face. Drew furrowed his brows and scoffed with a sarcastic chuckle.

“You think you could just waltz out like you ain’t done shit, homie?”

“You stay the fuck away from my girl, asshole!”

He snorted at that.

“What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, Country Club? I don’t give a shit about yo’ bitch!” he shouted back.

Drew squinted his eyes and tilted his head.

“What did you say?”

“You made me look like a weak-ass fool up there!” Roland yelled.

Drew just stared at him, thinking on his own as Roland kept going on and on about how he was the big boy on the streets. He couldn’t believe that he was her company, of all people. Roland didn’t care about Audrey’s health or well-being, which was very obvious, considering he was the one who sold her drugs and brought her to all his drug parties. But he assumed, at the very least, that Roland thought of her as a friend, and that he cared about her at a certain level. How very wrong he was.

With that in mind, Drew plopped Audrey inside the vehicle and locked the door. She wanted to get out, banging on the window as she tried to open it, but it looked like Drew had switched the truck’s lock system from the outside. Drew marched over to Roland.

“Okay, you wanna fight, huh? See who’s the big man?” Drew challenged.

“Yeah, that’s right–”

Before Roland could finish his sentence, Drew lunged at him and threw a big punch to his face. Roland immediately fell to the ground and Drew went on top of him, punching him over and over and over again. In no time, blood had spattered around on his skin. It was brutal. Drew was dangerous when he fought. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t have any self-control.

Audrey, from inside the vehicle, kept screaming for him to stop. It would be a shame if Drew had to go to jail for a drug dealer like him. It wasn’t worth all the damage for his future. Drew was doing so well, work-wise. His career had skyrocketed and he was more than financially stable to provide for himself and his entire family. He was basically royalty from his own hard work and tenacity. He would lose everything if the police imprisoned him for assault and battery.

She finally went to the wheel and honked the horn for a long period of time, to wake him up. When Drew finally crash-landed back to reality, he stood up straighter, breathing hard as his chest rose and fell. He turned over to his truck and Audrey stopped. He finally unlocked the door, entered the truck, and started the engine. He placed his hands on the steering wheel and just stared at them blankly. He did it again.

Audrey kept very still and quiet so as to not anger him more. She kept her gaze straightforward to give him the privacy and space that he needed. He turned over to her with furrowed brows. She had her seatbelt strapped and she was seated nicely, keeping her mouth shut, but her tears kept rolling down and she tried very hard not to sob, to not make a sound. He grabbed a napkin he kept in the dashboard right in front of her and wiped the blood off his hands and face. He threw it to the backseat and turned to her, resting his hand on the passenger seat.

“Dre?” he said softly, his voice none above a whisper, “Hey, Dre…I’m sorry…”

She gulped and just closed her eyes, sniffing very quietly.

“Dre, hey, look at me…look at me, baby.”

She kept herself still. He finally clasped his hand to the side of her neck and tilted her face towards him. He looked deep into her eyes. She was drunk and high out of her mind.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he whispered, and she nodded.

He finally drove away from the parking lot.

She drank up the tall glass of warm water with honey and snacked on a bowl of raisins and a cut-up banana. Drew had prepared the food and drink she needed to sober up quickly. She didn’t deserve any of that. She didn’t deserve him still taking care of her and serving her what she needed when she had crossed a line. She didn’t just get high or drunk with other men groping around her at that party. She lied to him. She turned off her phone. She told him that she needed to rest before waking up in the middle of the night to study. She broke his trust, and for what?

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking down.

He had just cleaned himself up from any remaining blood and sat on that dining table with her. He didn’t say a word. She put the fork down gently and turned to him.

“You don’t deserve this,” she continued, “I don’t want to do this to you.”

“Do what, Dre?” he asked, still looking at the floor.

“This isn’t the first time I lied to you, Drew…”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“I hang out and party with Roland and his friends four times a week, just to keep me going,” she explained, “Every time I said I wanted to get some rest at an unreasonable hour of the night, I’m out with him.”

He kept quiet.

“I don’t have a drug or drinking problem, I’m just…I need to keep it away.”

He blinked a few times and thought about it.

“Keep what away?”

She turned back to her bowl and glass and stared at them blankly.

“Morgan.”

He turned to her slowly and furrowed his brows.

“Morgan? Who’s that?”

“My uncle. He’s my mom’s older brother.”

“Okay…?”

She thinned her lips and tilted her head up, looking at the ceiling. How was she going to tell him about that? Should she even share that story? She couldn’t even think about it let alone tell it.

“Something bad happened to me…from the moment I turned twelve to around the time I was sixteen…” she started, “Something…disturbing.”

He blinked a few times and observed her body language. She was trying so hard to tell him what was going on with her. She kept cracking her knuckles and fiddling with her fingers. She had her legs tightly closed and her dark long hair covering her caramel-colored body.

“And I just…can’t forget about it…I keep…having these flashbacks, so I…I try to keep it away as much as possible without the drugs and the drinking, but…it just won’t go away…”

He leaned closer to her as he rested his arms on her chair and the table, searching her face. She kept her eyes closed, trying very hard to keep it together.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I…I don’t know…how to tell you…I can’t…”

“Something bad happened to you when you were twelve to sixteen and it has something to do with this Uncle Morgan guy?” he asked, “Or was he the one who did something to you?”

She kept rubbing on her hands as she placed them on her chest.

“He…he…he did something to me…”

He blinked a few times and straightened his sitting position slowly, thinking about it. He had a guess what that guy did. If he was right, from analyzing her body language and how hard it was for her to talk about it, he must’ve sexually abused her. He pursed his lips as he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched. He looked around her apartment, his feet jumping up and down in an aggressive manner on the floor. He gripped the table and the chair tightly until his fists turned white. That son of a bitch…that sick fucking pig stye, he thought to himself, I’m going to fucking torture the living shit out of him and I’m gonna fucking kill him.

“Where is he now?” he found himself asking.

“He’s…he’s in Brooklyn…”

He closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. The disgusting animal didn’t even bother living far away from her.

“Where does he work?”

“He’s…a manager…at a boxing club.”

He nodded once.

“He swings by there every day?”

She nodded.

“What’s the name of the boxing club?”

She finally looked into his eyes in worry.

“Tell me the name of the boxing club, Dre.”

She just stared. He carefully put all her hair away from her face and placed it behind her ear.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

“I love you so much that I’d do anything for you, Dre,” he whispered, “I care about you a lot. And I never wanna see you have to struggle for a goddamn thing.”

He held onto her hand gently and intertwined their fingers together as his eyes were locked to hers.

“Tell me where he is.”

She gulped and readied herself to answer.

“He works at East Boxing Gym.”

He nodded and held onto the back of her neck. He rested his forehead on hers and the two closed their eyes. He never knew that she went through something so dark and traumatic. She never shared. No, he never asked.

“I’m gonna take care of you, you hear me?” he said, “I promise you’ll be okay.”

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odessazion · 6 months ago

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Odessa wasn’t quite sure how Drew was going to respond to all of this. She knew they both valued their friendship above everything else, then began the friends with benefits situation, but now, now it was all real. The feelings they’d been trying to mask grew out of hand, well beyond what either of them expected them to. He meant everything to her, they knew each others families, had the same friend group, the same interests, passions, they just worked together so perfectly. She knew she’d be an idiot if she didn’t try and she hoped he would want to try and see where this could go as well. It felt like an eternity as she waited for his response even though it wasn’t nearly as long. She leaned into his touch, shutting her eyes a brief moment as he caressed her cheek. As the words began to come out of his mouth her eyes locked back on his, taking in every one. She felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest at his words. She was relieved and so happy that he felt the same way. That he had feelings for her as well. She’d been waiting so long to confess this to him, ever since their first kiss she’d felt things for him she knew were well beyond friendship or physical attraction. She cared for him deeply. More than she’d ever cared for anyone before. She was at a loss for words and she could feel the gap between them closing with each second. Her eyes fluttered shut the second his lips touched hers and she returned the kiss eagerly and the passion between them was quickly building with every touch. Her hand moved to the back of his head, pulling him in further to deepen the kiss more. She always felt like there were little sparks going off every time they touched and this, this kiss, after both of them confessing to more, felt like a whole fireworks show. After he pulled back her eyes opened and met his gaze, she couldn’t hide the blush on her cheeks or the big smile that took over her features. “I don’t think anything could ruin our friendship… but I think the feelings vomit definitely changed things.” She pressed another soft and quick kiss against his lips before letting out a soft laugh, “Well worth it.” She nudged her nose against his, still craving that closeness with him, she was so thankful for the man right in front of her. “You’re never getting rid of me now.” She teased, “Hope you’re cool with me annoying your ass the rest of your life, 'cause you, Mr. Starkey, are stuck with me.”

Drew had known her for years and yet, recently, he'd felt a shift in his feelings, a longing that went beyond friendship. Her confession had cracked open the wall he had carefully built around his emotions, revealing the depth of his own desires. Her words reverberated in his mind, each syllable pulling him closer to the precipice of something new and uncharted. He had seen her countless times, but never like this, never with this intensity that made every fiber of his being yearn to close the gap between them. He swallowed hard, his hands still gently cradling her face. "Odessa," he began, his voice soft but steady, "I've been struggling with my feelings for a while now. You're not just my best friend." He took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he saw was the same longing, the same hope, that he felt. we've been in this complicated dance for a while now, balancing our friendship and whatever else we've had. The friends with benefits thing, it was supposed to be simple, just physical. But it stopped being just that for me a long time ago." he let out, feeling everything had led him to this exact moment. "I didn't want to risk what we have, but I can't deny it anymore. I feel it too," Drawing in a deep breath, Drew leaned in, his forehead touching hers for a brief, tender moment. He closed his eyes, savoring the closeness, the mingling of their breaths. This was it, the moment where everything could change. He could feel her heart pounding, mirroring the rapid thudding in his own chest. "Dessa," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them in this charged, intimate space. Slowly, he closed the remaining distance, his lips brushing against hers softly at first, testing, tasting. The sweetness of the moment enveloped him, and he deepened the kiss, pouring all the unspoken words and hidden feelings into it. He pulled back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "So, what do you think? Have we ruined our friendship forever with this giant feelings vomit?" He grinned, hoping to lighten the moment and ease any lingering tension. "Because if so, I gotta say, it was totally worth it."

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years ago

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Request here.....could you please do something with a bit of everything aka angst, smut and fluff ? With drew starkey. A jealous drew starkey :)

Author's Notes: Drew and his girlfriend get into a little lover's quarrel. It's not overly long, but as always - there's so much love there.

Warnings: Swearing , A little angst, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos , Fluff

Requested? Yes ! Requests for OBX are open.

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They weren't themselves that day. It was all but obvious from the silent car ride from the apartment to the restaurant. She kept her arms crossed over her chest and her lips pursed while Drew kept both his hands on the steering wheel, when he usually had one hand on her thigh while he drove.

Drew wasn't sure if it was the heat, his upcoming travel for work or something he was entirely unaware of - but she was miserable and he wasn't having it anymore.

"Why are you being like this?" Drew asked as he ran his thumb over his top lip, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him.

"Like what?" She mumbled as she picked at her cuticles.

"A bitch." Drew replied firmly, his eyes flickering over to her in the passenger seat then back to the road as he slowed for a red light. He almost heard her jaw hit the floor when the words left his mouth, he never said things like that to her outside of the bedroom. But that day he felt it in his bones.

"Asshole." She grumbled under her breath with a shake of her head before she turned her head and looked out the window at the passing traffic.

"I don't understand why you're being so fucking sour today. We fucked all night, and then you woke up this morning and it's like you can't stand the sight of me." Drew scoffed, his foot on the accelerator a little too firmly.

"I don't want you to go." She whispered, still looking out the window of his truck. She looked down at her lap, then briefly over at him, then back out the window.

"Fuck." Drew sighed heavily. He pulled his truck into an empty parking lot and turned off the ignition before he turned to her, rubbing his forehead under his hat.

"I'm coming back, sweetie. I'm not leaving forever." Drew stated softly, running his fingertips over his eyebrows.

"I feel like I just got used to you being here, and used to having someone in my life and now you're leaving for two months. I'm afraid when you come back you won't want me anymore." She replied as she finally looked him, her eyes full of tears.

It made Drew feel good that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but it broke him to see her so upset. It hurt him that she thought he could ever forget about her - even for a second.

"Can I be honest with you? I'm afraid that when I come back you won't want me anymore. You'll have found some guy that has a normal job that doesn't have to leave you all the time. He's stationary, stable and you'll want him more than you want me." Drew replied with a weak smile, adjusting his hat on his head.

"No, Drew. No." She replied with a quick shake of her head, sitting up on her knees on the passenger seat. She leaned over the console of the truck and grabbed his neck, her fingers lacing into the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I kinda like you." Drew mumbled, his nose brushing over hers as his hands reached for her back, his fingertips creeping underneath her shirt.

"I kind of like you, too." She whispered, her body all but laid over the console to reach him.

Drew took advantage of her arched position, his hands running up inside the back of her shirt to under the swell of her backside. A small smile crossed his face as he felt her shiver under his touch. He let out a groan when she grabbed his left wrist, pulling his hand off her thigh.

"We missed our reservation." She stated softly as she looked at his wristwatch, then laced her fingers with his.

"That's okay. I'll take you back to my place. We can get naked again, and order take out." Drew smiled with a squeeze of her hand.

"You mean like every other Saturday night since we started dating?" She giggled as she twisted his ring around his finger.

"Exactly. Been working out for me. How about you?" Drew grinned, holding his hand out, letting her play with his fingers and trace the palm of his hand.

"It's not the worst thing to ever happen to me." She replied, glancing at him from under her eyelashes and it was a shot straight to his system.

"C'mon. I'm taking you home." Drew muttered with a quick kiss of her lips and a smack of her backside, giving a squeeze before she sat back down.

The ride back to Drew's apartment was less tense. He kept one hand on the steering wheel as he drove, while the other laid on the top of her thigh. Drew pulled back into his apartment complex and looked over at his girl a smile on her face as she all but leaned over the console to be close to him.

"So. That Thai food place we like. Delivery usually takes minimum 50 minutes." Drew grinned as he adjusted his hat on his head looking at the woman in the passenger seat of his truck.

"Too late to pick up." She smiled with a bite of her lip as she reached for the collar of his shirt, her fingers hooking in his chain.

"Exactly. So, I think we roll the dice on cold Thai food and just, you know, fuck in the kitchen while we wait." Drew shrugged with a grin, eyebrows raised as he let her play with his gold chain.

"Cold Thai food is my favourite." She smiled as she gave his chain a small tug to pull him closer to her over the console.

"That's so funny. It's mine, too." Drew mumbled before he pressed his lips to hers, his hand that had been on the steering wheel making it's way into her hair for a soft tug.

"We should go inside." She stated between messy kisses, her arms wrapped around his neck as he kept his hand on the back of her neck.

"If we have to." Drew nudged her nose with his and licked his lips, his grip on the back of her neck flexing just a little.

"Come on, Starkey. Take me upstairs and order me food." She smiled as she kissed the corners of his mouth before she turned away from and reached for the door handle to let herself out of his truck.

"Can get a lot done in 50 minutes." Drew muttered under his breath before he turned and let himself out to follow his woman inside.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years ago

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Requested by MEEEEEE lol / Summary: Rafe has nowhere else to go after Ward kicks him out of the house and he finds himself on the doorstep of your house. What will the rest of the pogues think of your new roommate?

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It was way passed one o clock in the morning when you woke up to someone knocking on the door. “no... shut up..” You groan, turning over and pulling your pillow over your ear to block out the knocking.

Part of you should have probably been worried to be woken from your slumber to someone knocking, but you lived on the cut and lived in the marsh where you didn’t have anything worth stealing. You should have also been worried about being home alone, but your father worked an oil rig off shore and he wasn’t home months at a time, so you were use to being home alone.

The person continued to knock and you muttered some curse words before finally tossing the blankets off you and heading toward your front door, “I’m coming! Jesus..” You had to rub the sleep out of your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming and to make sure your mind playing tricks on you because this had to be a dream. Rafe Cameron is standing at your door.

“I had no where else to go.” He croaks as he lets his shoulders fall, “He kicked me out.”

You and Rafe weren’t for the usual pogue vs kook thing like everyone else on the island was. You’d even go far enough to call yourself friends. Friends who’d had a few intimate moments.

You ushered him into the house and closed the door behind him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug. It was then that he let everything out and started to cry in your arms. “I’ll never be good enough for him...”

You two stayed up talking for the longest where he’d explained what went down before Ward kicked him out. You offered your place to stay for as long as he needed, but he would need to pull his own weight, which meant trying to find a job. He turned his nose up at the suggestion, “Me? Rafe Cameron working?”

“If you want to eat and live then yeah. You, Rafe Cameron working.” You laughed, shoving his shoulder, “It’s called not everyone has a rich daddy.”

He groaned as he fell back on the bed, “How horrid!”

“I do it almost everyday! It’s not that bad.” You laid down next to him, “I’ll ask around, see if I can find you something.”

He turns his head to look at you, “Thank you. For letting me crash and offering to help find a job.”

“I’m just paying you back for saving my ass that night.” You’d been at the wrong place, wrong time and was about to be arrested for it when Rafe had appeared out of no where and talked to the officer. Telling the officer you’d been with him the whole time and weren’t anywhere near what had happened.

He turns on his side and props himself up on his arm, “Couldn’t let you go to jail. You’re too pretty for jail.”

You can’t help but let your heart flutter at his words. He was serious with his compliment but you weren’t sure how to react. Deciding to play it off, you playfully roll your eyes, “And you’re too pretty to live on the streets.” You laugh and reach over to turn off your light, “Let’s go to sleep.”

“What the hell is this!” Kie screeched as she’d opened the door to your bedroom, the pogues behind her. You all had plans today to go fishing, but you weren’t waiting on the dock when they arrived so they decided to see what the hold up was. They didn’t expect to find you curled in bed with Rafe Cameron.

“Shit!” You quickly sit up, remembering the plans you all had, “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Not what it looks like?!” JJ asks.

“Looks like you’re in bed with Rafe Cameron!” John B adds.

You groan and throw the covers off you, getting out of bed, shooing them out the room, “I’ll explain.”

Rafe groaned as he woke up, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.. just go back to bed.” You said softly, pushing the pogues out of the room. “I’ll handle this.”

He watches as you push the pogues out of your room and shut the door. Uh oh.

“What the hell y/n? Have you lost your mind?” Kie asks as soon as y’all make it to the living room.

“Out of everyone, Rafe Cameron?” Pope asks, “He’s given us shit for months!”

“Like I said before, it’s not what it looks like. We didn’t sleep together.” You head into the kitchen to make you a cup of coffee, the pogues following.

“Then why is Rafe Cameron in your bed?” John B asks.

You debate telling them the truth; “Can you guys just trust me when I tell you it’s not what it looks like?”

“No, we can’t. Not after everything that asshole has done to us.” JJ answers, “He’s a snake and a kook. There shouldn’t be a reason for him in your bed.”

“Okay first of all, who is in my bed is none of your concern.” You warn JJ with a point of a finger, “You’ve fucked almost every girl on the island and every touron who gives you a look, so you can’t say shit. and second, he’s a friend who needed a place to crash, so I gave him one.”

John B scoffs at that, “What Tanneyhill didn’t have enough rooms for him?”

“No asshole, his dad kicked him out. You happy now?” You grab the sugar and cream and set them on the counter.

“It’s Rafe Cameron, he could have gone to anyone else on this island. I mean anyone, he’s friends with everyone. But.. why you?” Pope asks with suspicion.

“Yeah, y/n. Why would he come to you, a pogue he is supposed to hate looking for a place to stay?” Kie asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You know that night you all ditched me after shit went down at the Boneyard? Yeah well, Rafe was the one who talked me out of being arrested.” You look up at them, “He’s the one who saved my ass while you all just ditched.”

“We couldn’t get arrested either. You could have ran.” JJ scoffs, “We all did.”

“They already had it surrounded by the time I reached the tree lines.”

“Okay but that still doesn’t answer the question of why you.” John B says, his hands on the island in front of him.

“I don’t know john b maybe he sees me as a friend?! If you haven’t noticed, he’s stopped fucking with you guys, including me. The kooks who mess with us aren’t his buddies. He’s a good guy, if you’d just get to know him. If you’d just give him a chance.”

Kie gives a half-hearted laugh, “Get to know him.. Yeah okay. You mean sleep with him, don’t you? You’ve slept with him?”

You step up at Kie, “Like I told JJ, who I fuck is none of your concern.”

“Alright. let’s just calm down.” Pope mutters, stepping between the two of you, “Kie, y/n is right. Who she.. sleeps with isn’t our concern.”

“Yeah but y/n you should have told us about this. About you and Rafe. Maybe it wouldn’t have come with such a shock.” John B states with a shrug.

“It would have been the same reaction you all have now. What does that matter? You all would still be scolding me for getting even close to Rafe or thinking of him as a friend.”

“She’s right though.” JJ mutters and gives a shrug when the pogues look at him, “I mean it’s the truth. You guys really think we’d be okay with it if she told us it from the beginning?”

“Fine whatever, okay then why is he here? Why’d his dad kick him out?”

“I don’t-”

“Because I didn’t want anything to do with him or his business.” Rafe interrupts, walking into the kitchen and to your side at the counter, “He wanted me to take over the company, be just like him and I said no.” He glances down at you then back up at the pogues, “Plus, I told him I was in love with someone he didn’t approve of.”

“You’re.. in love with her?” JJ asks, pointing to you.

You’re looking up at Rafe in disbelief, “Me?”

He scratches the back of his neck, “yeah.. I mean this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you...”

“I love you too..” You whisper with a smile and pull him in for a kiss.

“oh no.. don’t do it.” JJ groans covering his eyes.

“Well shit.” John B mutters.

“I guess pogues vs kooks is over now?” Pope asks.

Rafe smiles into the kiss, holding you against his body, “I guess I’m a pogue now that I’ve been kicked out?”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Oh honey, you’re definitely still a kook.”

“yeah no you’ve never worked a real job in your life.” Kie laughs, “You’re a kook.”

What else was there to say to you? He loved you, you loved him. The pogues were your friends and even though they’d have to get use to it, they’d still support you and Rafe’s relationship because that’s what friends are for.

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Taking Chances-Part 3*

Pairing: College!Drew Starkey x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: The basketball star seeks help from the girl he’s been crushing on for two years…will she reciprocate his feelings?

Note: I am so in love with this man it’s not even funny...🥺

I have missed writing this series and now I have so many ideas so I’m so excited to have this for you guys! I hope everyone enjoys!

The parts in italics are flashbacks!

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Part 2 Part 4

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After that night, Drew and I spent every waking moment together…

I couldn’t get enough of him, he was so incredibly sweet to me, and the biggest teddy bear. He will never admit this, but he loves being the little spoon. The past two months we have been dating have honestly been the best days of my life.

However, people seemed to have a staring problem when we were together on campus. Drew paid no mind to it, his eyes either on me or talking to one of his teammates. They constantly teased Drew about how he hasn’t shut up about me since he first saw me our freshman year, and it seemed to have become worse now that we were together. I thought it was adorable, but Drew’s cheeks always turned a deep shade of pink anytime it was brought up.

“Baby it’s cute,” I told him one day as we sat in class after we had escaped another round of his teammates teasing him.

“It makes me sound like a creep,” he protested, arm slung behind my chair that he had scooted as close to him as possible.

“No it doesn’t, it’s sweet.” I pouted, reaching out to rub his cheek.

He leaned his elbow on the table, head resting in his large hand. His eyes swept over me, causing my thoughts to become self conscious as I squirmed in my seat. I looked everywhere but at him, turning back to face the front of the class. I saw him in my peripheral leaning towards my ear.

“You look so beautiful today.” He whispered, kissing my cheek. I flushed as I looked down at myself, wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of leggings with my hair down in its natural state, and minimal makeup with my glasses perched on my nose.

“Drew...I literally look like a trash can.” I chuckled, glancing at his almost hurt expression.

“Stop that, you’re hot as fuck.” He smirked, pinching my thigh playfully.

I giggled as I pushed his hand away, instead he intertwined our fingers and kept them on top of my thigh. Drew glanced to see if the professor was paying attention before quickly placing a kiss to my lips, taking me by surprise. I blinked in shock, looking over to my giant boyfriend.

“What was that for?” I asked, still shocked.

“Just ‘cause I wanted to kiss my beautiful girlfriend.” He shrugged, winking before turning back to listen to the professor.

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Drew lived in the dorms on campus, meaning no privacy if we ever wanted to hang out. This made me very appreciative to my parents that helped me find the apartment I have to myself. In the last few months, Drew had practically moved himself in.

Of course I didn’t mind at all...he was good eye candy. Besides that, he actually helped around my apartment which I found odd since no guy I know would voluntarily do the dishes or run the vacuum. It honestly made me fall even harder for the basketball super star.

“Hey baby, holy shit it smells amazing in here.” Drew called, walking in my apartment from practice.

I was occupied in the kitchen, whipping up some dinner for the both of us. Drew sat his duffel bag by the washer, no doubt more clothes in it that he needed washed. The washer and dryer on campus was outrageously expensive, and since I have a washer and dryer I just told Drew to bring his clothes here. Drew walked up behind me, wrapping his very sweaty body around mine.

“Drew go take a shower, you’re ruining the aesthetic.” I huffed, trying to push his arms from around me, but he was too strong.

“Well excuse me, I have not seen my girlfriend all day and I would like to love on her.” Drew said matter of factly.

“You see her everyday,” I giggled, they intensified when Drew started placing ticklish kisses on my neck.

“I know, but I didn’t see her today.” He pouted, his large frame completely engulfing mine.

“Well you smell like shit, so off to the shower with you.” I ordered, shooing his hands away that seemed to have traveled back to my ass.

“Fine, fine you win this time.” Drew sighed, laying a smack to my behind before disappearing down the hall.

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Drew came back a few minutes later, fresh out of the shower in just a pair of basketball shorts hung low on his hips. It took everything in me to not jump him right then and there, and he knew it too by the look he gave me.

“See something you like princess?” He asked smugly, flexing his muscles on purpose.

“No,” I quipped, turning back to turn the stove burners off since dinner was done.

Drew snatched my hand, yanking me to his chest. I gasped, placing my hands on his abdomen to keep me from falling. He circled his arms around me, one hand staying on my waist while the other tangled into my hair. I moaned softly when he tugged on the strands a little, his smile bright at my reaction.

“I think you saw something you liked sweetheart,” Drew smirked, eyes falling to my lips that were slightly parted.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” I teased, the hands I had placed on his abs beginning to wander. His fist tugged my hair harder, my teeth biting down on my bottom lip to stop the squeal I was about to let out.

“Such a brat,” he growled, his blue eyes darkening.

“You love it though, don’t you baby?” I grinned, tracing my fingertips along the waistband of his shorts.

“Fuck yeah I do,” he said as he leaned down to smash his lips to mine.

I finally let out the moan I was holding in, my hands moving to thread them through his damp hair. I let my tongue out to play with his, both of us fighting for dominance over the other. He ultimately won, but not willingly on my part. Drew’s big hands gripped my ass cheeks in a death grip, a slight grunt passing his lips as he used his hold to pull me in closer.

“Th-The foods gonna get cold,” I panted as I pulled away, chest heaving.

“I want to kiss you,” Drew stated, leaning back down for another kiss.

“But-baby-Drew-“ I tried, but was interrupted as Drew kept kissing me.

“Eat later, kiss now.” he mumbled against my lips, my smile growing as I gave in to his request.

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“So there’s a frat party this weekend, and I was really hoping you would be my date.” Drew spoke as we cleaned up the kitchen.

“Sure, I’ve never been to a frat party,” I shrugged, handing him another dish to dry.

“You’re not missin’ much trust me.” He chuckled.

“Then why do you want to go?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Because now I have a beautiful woman to show off.” He winked, making my cheeks flush.

“You think you’re smooth Starkey,” I laughed.

“Oh I know I’m smooth baby, that’s how I landed such an amazing girlfriend.” Drew smiled, leaning down to kiss my red cheek.

“Yeah sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” I dismissed, rolling my eyes playfully.

“You help me sleep at night gorgeous.” he smirked, leaning down to kiss my cheek. I shoved his head away with my wet hand, giggling as he looked at me like I had ruined his favorite jersey.

“What are you gonna do about it Starkey?” I taunted, beaming as Drew picked up some of the water and splashed me.

“That’s what smartass,” he countered, laughing as I gasped when the water hit me.

“Oh it’s on,” I grinned evilly, throwing more water at him.

Drew and I continued our little splash fight until my kitchen was covered in soapy water, Drew holding on to me so I didn’t fall but also so he had the advantage to get my hair and clothes soaked. I tried to get away, shoving at his chest, but to no avail he kept me in his arms.

“Drew stop!” I squealed, his laughter making my heart flutter.

“You asked for it!” he shouted, squeezing a rag over my head.

“You better clean up this mess mister!” I yelled, giggling as he picked up a few more soap bubbles to put on my face.

“Now this, this is sexy.” Drew chuckled, my eyes rolling as I hit his chest playfully.

“Stooooop, now I need to go shower.” I giggled, leaning my head back to look at him.

“I should join you, ya know to make sure u get all the soap out.” He grinned slyly, hands traveling over my form.

“In your dreams Starkey,” I whispered, kissing the corner of his lips before heading to the shower.

“Brat,” he growled, his eyes glued to me as I walked away.

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The one thing I loved the most about Drew is-

Wait...did I just-did I just think love?

Wow...I couldn’t tell you the last time I had that kind of thought…

Anywho, Drew wasn’t one of those guys that pressured sex. The past few boyfriends I had always made me feel like I just had to give in, like it was my duty as a woman to please them.

Sure Drew and I loved to tease each other, but he made it very clear that we were on my terms when it came to anything sexual. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make my heart flutter. I truly, truly felt like Drew and I could last, or at least I hoped to.

“I want you to feel completely safe with me, no rushing or jumping into anything you’re not ready for.” He explained, snuggled up against me in my tiny, queen size bed.

“I do feel safe with you teddy bear,” I grinned, his eye roll at the nickname making me laugh.

“I mean in the sense of talking about anything and everything, no lies, and no secrets.” He continued, gently brushing his finger along my features.

“I can do that,” I agreed, running my fingers through his hair.

“You-You don’t feel pressured to do anything just because I insinuate it right?” He questioned, a frown forming on his beautiful face.

“No baby I don’t, I know you’re just teasing, and I like it. If I didn’t, I would tell you.” I reassured, kissing his nose to which he smiled at.

“I’m in for the long run sweetheart, you ready for that?” He smirked, his arms going around my back to pull me impossibly closer.

“I am,” I said nervously, feeling a lump in my throat.

“Good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere and I won’t let you push me away.” He revealed, my heart thumping a million miles a minute.

“Drew,” I whispered, feeling my whole body flood with emotion.

“I feel different with you y/n, like everything feels so real. I-I’ve never felt the way I feel when I’m with you.” Drew confessed, my eyes filling with happy tears that I forced back down.

“I feel that way too teddy bear,” I smiled, slowly caressing his cheek.

Drew leaned forward slowly, kissing my lips gently. I threaded my fingers in his hair, smiling into his kiss.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into my lips. I pulled back a little, looking at him confused.

“For what?” I asked.

“Taking a chance on me,” he smiled, kissing me again.

I deepened our kiss, feeling my body ignite with fire and passion. Drew’s hands stayed firm, one underneath me threaded into my damp hair, and the other on my hip. His fingers felt the curve and dip, squeezing lightly which made my heart flutter.

I had one hand holding his cheek, the other making its way from his hip bone and slowly creeping it under the wife beater he was wearing. I felt the ripple of muscles on his abdomen, tracing under his pecs. Then I felt my way to his back, smoothing my hands up and down as our kiss intensified.

Drew abruptly sat up, yanking the fabric over his head then tossed it on the floor. My chest was heaving from lack of air, his doing the same. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him to hover over me as I laid on my back.

“Drew?” I panted, pulling away to look into his eyes.

“Yeah? Am I going too fast?” He asked, his eyes filling with concern.

“No, I just wanted to tell you that-that I want you to touch me-like...everywhere.” I stammered, my cheeks heating up slightly.

I didn’t wait for his response however, reaching for the back of his neck to bring his lips back to mine. Drew moaned softly, sending shivers down my spine. It was the sexiest sound I ever heard, and I wanted more.

His hands explored more of my body, taking both my breasts in his large hands. I wasn’t wearing a bra since we were originally planning to go to bed, so he was pleasantly surprised to not feel the cups of the bra.

Drew grazed his thumbs over my nipples, a gasp flying from my lips as the exquisite feeling went straight down below. He moved his kisses down my neck, softly stroking my nipples that pebbled through my shirt. I let out a moan of my own when he gently sucked on a spot behind my ear, leaving his mark on my untarnished skin.

“More,” I whimpered, moving one leg between his so I could grind my lower half on his thigh.

“Ask nicely,” Drew murmured in my ear, and I could feel his smirk against my skin.

“Let me have it,” I demanded, but my brattiness only got me a low growl from Drew.

His hands came to my hips to stop my movements, a child like whine leaving my throat. I tried to fight his grip which only made his hands hold me tighter.

“Brats don’t get what they want babygirl, you know this.” He reprimanded, laughing maliciously as I struggled to free myself.

“Please,” I muttered, giving in.

“What was that?” He teased, a frustrated groan escaping as I tugged at his hair.

“Please Drew, please I need more.” I said a bit louder, a satisfied hum from Drew as he helped guide my hips to grind against him.

I could feel his hardened member against my thigh, Drew’s low grunts in my ear making me even more hot as he was getting off just as I was. We both rutted up against each other, moans and whimpers from us filling the room.

“Fuck this is so hot,” Drew moaned, making my head nod in agreement. His blue eyes almost black from lust, pupils blown wide as they stared into mine.

“Feels so good baby,” I replied, my eyes closing as I could feel my release coming.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” Drew growled, grinding both of our hips faster.

“Me too,oh my god.” I gasped, my clit throbbing against his thigh.

My back arched as my orgasm crashed down, stars flooding my vision. My nails dug into his shoulders, his head falling in my neck as his hips stuttered and his movement halted all together. I could feel the wet patch against my leg, making me smile slightly as I gasped for air.

We laid there for a minute, not moving from our position other than Drew dropped to lay on top of me. I combed my hands through his now sweaty hair, his lips placing gentle kisses on my neck where his head was currently buried.

“I need to change my pants,” Drew blurted, a giggle bursting from my lips.

“I need new shorts,” I smirked, shuffling a little on the bed.

“Can I tell you something?” Drew questioned, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Of course you can babe,” I chuckled, gently caressing his cheeks.

“I’ve been dying to know what you taste like,” he blurted, my eyes widening and teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

“Maybe you could have a sample,” I said barely above a whisper.

“Can I?” He asked, fingers dragging down my stomach.

I nodded, keeping eye contact as his hand dipped in my shorts. He scooped up my cum, being careful to not touch any sensitive areas. I stared downwards as his hand ascended to his mouth, sticking his two fingers he used inside. His eyes closed as he sucked his fingers clean, letting out a spine chilling moan that made me want to strip and let him have his way with me.

“How was it?” I smirked, eyes still connected with his mouth.

He took his fingers from his mouth, wiping them on my shirt. I could see his tongue moving around in his mouth as if he was trying to savor every last drop. His eyes met mine, a sly smile forming as his lips came closer and closer to mine.

“Delicious,” he murmured against my lips, and I leaned the rest of the way to connect them.

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I met Drew at the frat house on Saturday, it was a pool party so I was a bit hesitant to be around everyone in a bikini. Drew was very convincing and talked me into just wearing it under my clothes so that if I didn’t want to I didn’t have to. I chose a higher cut bikini to show off his favorite body part of mine with a more plunging neckline. I wore one of his basketball shirts with his name on the back tucked into some distressed jeans with flip flops.

“Hey baby!” Drew greeted, already in his swim shorts which hung low just enough to make every girl here wonder what’s underneath.

I smiled wide as I came closer, his adorable grin making my heart soar. I was surprised though when he reached me and bent his knees with his hands on my hips to pick me up. I squeaked a little, not expecting it, but I liked it. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, holding onto his shoulders. I was even more surprised when he leaned in and kissed me in front of everyone.

“That was some greeting Starkey,” I giggled as I pulled away, wiping some of the lip gloss that had smeared off his lip. His big hands squeezed my ass cheeks, another round of giggles erupting.

“I like the ass L/n,” he commented, winking as he kept his hold on them.

“I like the muscles baby,” I said as I felt his broad shoulders and chest.

“You look so beautiful,” he murmured, tightening his hold on my ass.

“You’re too sweet teddy bear,” I gushed, pinching his cheeks.

“Damn bro, how your arms not broken?” One of the frat brothers asked, my heart stopping as I looked from him to Drew whose expression morphed into one of anger.

“Drew,” I warned, but he ignored me and sat me back on my feet.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Drew questioned, shoving me behind him. I grabbed his hand and used my other to grab his bicep, not wanting a fight to break out.

“I’m just sayin’ man she thick and all but damn.” The boy scoffed, looking me up and down behind Drew.

“Insult my girlfriend again, I fucking dare you.” Drew taunted angrily, taking a step closer. I pulled on his arm, hoping to get his attention back to me.

“Drew it’s ok, he was just dropped on his head as a child and doesn’t appreciate what a real woman looks like.” I sassed, raising a brow at the boy.

I didn’t give him a chance to reply however, pulling Drew towards one of the pool chairs. I stripped my clothes in front of him, his eyes widening at the sight of my bikini. I smirked as his eyes traveled up and down my body, lingering on the curves of my hips. I turned around to purposefully give him a view of the back, my heart jumping at the curse that left his lips.

“What?” I asked, grinning when his eyes snapped back to mine.

“You’re...you’re stunning, absolutely gorgeous.” he breathed, his hands coming to wind around me and pull me to his chest.

“I figured you’d like it,” I shrugged, his head shaking as he smiled down at me.

“Let’s get in,” he chuckled, intertwining our fingers and pulling me with him to the pool.

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The frat brother that felt the need to make that comment earlier kept eyeing Drew and I, making him tense up against me. I moved to stand in front of him, wrapping my arms around him.

“You should have let me deck that guy,” Drew grunted, his hands going to my hips to pull me closer.

“He’s not worth it Drew,” I sighed, placing my hands on his cheeks and gently pull so his eyes would come back to mine.

“I don’t like it, he had no right.” Drew huffed, scrunching his eyebrows.

“Let’s not think about it ok? I want to have fun with you.” I smiled softly, getting up on my toes to kiss him. Drew flashed a small grin, holding me closer to him.

A little while later, the frat guy was completely forgotten. Drew and I were completely wrapped up in each other. We couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves which earned lots of stares from the other girls trying hard to get him to look their way.

Drew pulled me to a corner of the deep end of the pool, Drew being so tall his shoulders were still above the water. He wrapped my legs around his waist, but his fingers stayed wandering on my private area of my bikini. I gasped in surprise, looking around to see if anyone would notice.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish Starkey,” I grumbled, gripping his biceps.

“I’m not doing anything babydoll,” Drew said innocently, but with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Drew,” I whispered, his fingers moving my bikini bottoms to the side.

I stared deep into his eyes, blinking rapidly as his fingers slowly caressed me. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying hard to conceal my moans.

“So pretty,” he murmured, leaning to place a gentle kiss to my lips.

The moment was ruined however when some of Drew’s teammates yelled for him.

“Hey yo Starkey! Wanna shoot some hoops?” they called, Drew turning to look at them before back to me.

“Go on, I’ll be here.” I said, already missing the feel of his fingers as he moved my bottoms back.

“I won’t play for long ok?” he smiled, giving me a gentle kiss before heading out of the pool.

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I couldn’t help but stare the way Drew moved as he played, his coordination so flawless. He was going places, that I was sure of. Other girls of course walked by him, making sure they were in his line of sight with their tiny bikinis that barely left anything to the imagination, but Drew didn’t spare them one glance.

As soon as he was done, he came to the edge of the pool and jumped back in. I turned my face away giggling, beaming as he resurfaced so his face was right in front of mine. I returned to my earlier position with my legs wrapped around him, a mischievous act forming in my brain. I trailed my fingers down his abdomen and lower, tracing the band of his swim shorts. I bravely grabbed his halfway hardened dick, feeling it pulsate in my hand.

“Baby,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tight.

“Hmmm?” I questioned, batting my lashes at him.

“Quit,” he griped, but made no move to stop me.

“I think you like it though sweetheart,” I winked, palming him a bit harder.

“I don’t want to get out of this pool hard as a rock.” Drew groaned, throwing his head back before coming back to meet my eyes. Our moment was yet ruined again by some of the cheerleaders.

“Hey Drew come dance with us!” they giggled, he went to respond until I squeezed him dick harder.

“Sorry ladies, he’s taken.” I fake smiled, waving my free hand at them. They glared at me before scurrying off, my attention turning back to Drew.

“So possessive,” Drew teased, his hands moving to squeeze my ass.

“You love it,” I giggled, taking my hand away from his member to wrap them around his neck.

“It’s sexy as fuck,” Drew nodded excitedly, leaning down to plant a sweet kiss to my lips.

After a moment of us just staying like that, the party started to die down.

“You ready to get out of here babe?” Drew asked, my head nodding as I was eager to have him all to myself.

“Let’s go home,” I murmured, squealing moments after as he carried me out of the pool and to the pool chair where our stuff was sitting.

This giant man of mine just may be the key to mending my broken pieces...

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