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rafesbabyg1rl · 4 months ago

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Private session part2 is needed!! We all know Barry can be a dick head and he actually considers adding the having sex with a stripper option to customers when y/n finds out about this she obviously mad and saying no but when rafe finds outs about this he’s obviously mad and goes to Barry pissed saying wtf is this he obviously dose not want y/n to have sex with anyone else but him

Private Session - part two

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: Rafe likes to watch reader while she works as a stripper. He asks for a private session in which he'll pay a large amount for her time. Rafe takes her home and uses her however he pleases. When he finds out Barry has been selling you to customers, he gets jealous, insisting that you must not sleep with anyone else.

Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe

Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs (Rafe and Barry do cocaine), bondage (reader is tied up), p in v, unprotected sex, language, SLIGHT degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), fingering. SMUT SMUT SMUT!

Word Count: 4.8k

Author Note: Hey babes! I got this idea from this GIF , like just imagine he's sitting in the strip club throwing dollar bills at you like that. This fic is NOT proofread, it's almost FIVE AM and I have school tomorrow, well, today I guess...UGH. I just got this request and had to write this!! Also thank you all for the support on part one?!?!?! That's INSANE, I love you guys! I wanted to get this out asap for y'all. Sorry if it's actually shit, I'm so tired and also high. If you see any errors please feel free to correct me kindly! Thanks!

I promise I will work on The Watcher; I just got a bit stuck. Thank you guys for reading, I hope you enjoy! I love you all and stay freaky!

Credits: GIF from this post

Some time has passed since your ‘private session’ with Rafe. The first time you’d come back to work after your session with Rafe, Barry had talked to you at the beginning of your shift. Apparently, after seeing how much Rafe paid you for just one hour alone with him, Barry was inspired. He had told you that the club will now be providing a new “service” to well-paying customers. Customers now have the option to have sex with the dancers for the right price. Barry knew better than to sell his girls out for cheap, so the cost is rather high. And there’s typically only two types of men that have both the means and the money for it: the rich, old sugar daddies who probably can’t even get it up on their own and the rich, horny assholes of the island, take Rafe for example.

When Barry had told you this, you were pissed. This was not in your job description; you’re a stripper not a hooker. You wanted to yell at him and quit. The issue is that when you got this job, you had signed a contract with Barry stating that you’d have to work there for at least a year or else you’d have to pay a fee. Knowing Barry, it’s a ridiculously large fee, ensuring that no one quit before their year was up. And it’s likely that the contract he made you sign isn’t even legal. But you're not going to try and find out, knowing that even if it’s not, that doesn’t matter to Barry. He’ll make you pay. And you don’t have that kind of money, that’s why you’re in this position in the first place.

Over the next few weeks, you’ve noticed that Rafe hasn’t been coming in as much. Not while you’re working at least. The few times he has come in, he hasn’t been alone, always coming in with a few other kooks and barely paying any attention to you. Which is definitely not normal for Rafe. You just assume that since he’s had you now, he’s lost his interest. You expected that you’d be relieved when he finally stopped watching you like prey, but now you’re not exactly sure what you feel. Does he not find you attractive anymore? Did he just lose interest after finally getting what it is that he had craved for so long? God, was it just you; did he see who you really are and run in the opposite direction? You knew that whole experience with him was too good to be true.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the door to the back room open. Quickly, you grab one of the dresses hanging in your locker and slip it over you; it’s what Barry told you to wear over your lingerie when you do at-home sessions with clients. You turn, watching as your boss and none other than Rafe Cameron stumble in through the door. Rafe goes quiet, his expression going dead as he lays eyes on you.

“Lookin’ good”, Barry whistles. “Where you headed, princess?” He asks as he turns away from you, sitting on a chair. Barry leans back in his seat, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small baggie full of white powder. You’ve always ignored his side business, always pretending you don’t see any of it. Which is what you do right now. Trying your hardest to ignore the fact he’s preparing a line on the small, glass coffee table, you finish up what you’re doing and close your locker a bit harshly.

“I have a client waiting.” You snap. You walk closer to where Barry is sitting and turn your back to him. “Tie me?” You ask, holding your hair up and waiting for him to tie the complex strings of your backless dress. Though he’s currently busy doing a line of cocaine. Without hesitation, Rafe steps closer, his fingers moving to tie your dress. You don’t have to see him to know he’s the one tying your dress. Your skin just immediately remembers his touch, causing chills to run down your spine at the flashbacks of that night. Rafe notices your slight shiver and smirks as he tries to figure out how the straps of your dress go. His hands linger on the skin of your lower back for longer than they need to and your breath hitches each time his skin comes into contact with your own.

When he’s done, he sits on the couch across from Barry, facing you. You turn back to them, not bothering to thank him. To be honest, you’re a bit pissed at him for starting this whole sex with customers thing. You know he didn’t intend to, but he’s the one who gave Barry the idea.

Barry speaks up again as he wipes the excess powder from his nose. “When will you be back, I need you out on the floor.”

I can’t do fucking everything, you think. Although your words come out much more politely. “It’s an at-home appointment so probably an hour.” You’ve had this client before, he typically finishes pretty quick.

You hear Rafe’s loud breathing as he snorts a line which grabs your attention, making you briefly turn your head to look at him. You watch as he leans back, shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply as his high takes over. Rafe slouches in his seat, spreading his legs wide, making you quickly look away. Of course he notices how you’re reacting to him, he always notices everything about you. He crosses his arm and lets out a small sigh.

Rafe’s tone is sharp as he cuts in. “At-home?” He questions, still trying to act as though he doesn’t care about the conversation you and Barry were having.

Barry’s eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in the sight before turning to look at Rafe. “We now offer a new service: you can fuck any of ‘em bitches now.” You make a face at Barry’s words, not liking how he described you and the other girls. Usually he’d never say that in the presence of one of his “bitches”, but Rafe and Barry always brought out the worst in each other; their behavior much worse when they’re together.

“Wait, what?!” He asks, sitting up a bit before calming himself down. He leans back against the couch, trying to seem all nonchalant. “So, they’re hookers?” He questions more calmly as he looks over to you. You recall having to tell him you weren’t a hooker the last time you saw him. You scowl, hating that he’s trying to prove you wrong and rub it in.

“Hookers, bitches, call ‘em whatever you want. I should thank you for giving me the idea. I mean, do you have any idea how much money this is making me.” Barry boasts. “And miss pretty princess over here is our top money maker.” Barry gestures to you as you stand there, waiting for your chance to leave. “She brings in the most customers. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” You nod. Everytime Barry gets high, he doesn’t fucking shut up. Rafe just nods his head dryly, leaning down to snort another line of the white substance from the table.

You take this as your queue to leave and you walk out through the door and back into the main part of the club. You walk through the crowd and search for your client. Leaving Rafe with a few moments to think in silence before Barry starts yapping about all the guys you’ve been fucking. Rafe is fucking furious with this new addition to the club. He had never intended for Barry to take inspiration from his actions, he just needed you. And now anyone else who wants you, can have you. How is it that you could say that you don’t go home with guys often, and turn around and go fuck a bunch of guys for a living right after? Was he just another client to you? Rafe can’t take it anymore and decides to take action. He shoots up from his seat on the couch and storms after you.

As you’re walking, you feel a hand grip your arm and spin you around. You’re almost chest to chest with Rafe as he speaks down to you. “Where the hell are you going?”

“I have a client.” You explain, again.

“The fuck you mean ‘a client’?”

“You’re not the only one who’s willing to pay just to fuck me, Rafe.” You say coldly.

He chuckles, responding sarcastically as he stares down at you with his wide, dilated eyes. “Thought you never went home with random guys?”

“I didn’t. Until you gave Barry the idea of selling me out to strangers for a quick buck.”

Rafe sighs, his grip on your arm loosening. “That’s not what I wanted. I mean c’mon, you think I want other guys fucking you?”

The implication in his words shock you, but you try not to read too much into it. Before you get the chance to respond he lets go of your arm, letting out a deep breath and shaking his head. Without question, he pulls his wallet out from his pocket, flipping it open and looking up at you. “How much is he gonna pay?” You stare at him blankly, confused in what he’s doing. He huffs out a long breath shutting his eyes for a second before bringing one hand up to snap in your face, grabbing your attention. “The guy, your…” his hand waves around in the air, gesturing outwards as he momentarily stutters. “...Client, or whatever. How much was he going to pay you?” He speaks more slowly this time, as if you’re stupid or something.

“Depends.” You answer. The client you’re supposed to be meeting right now didn’t have an exact time planned, but you know how much he typically has the stamina for.

He purses his lips, shifting on his feet. “Ballpark.” He demands. His gaze darted between your eyes, constantly shifting to look at both.

Still confused, you hesitantly respond to his question, stuttering as you speak. “$800.” Immediately, he starts to count the money in his wallet, taking out the eight-hundred and then some. Rafe hands the cash out to you, but you don’t take it right away so he tucks it into the low cut neckline of your dress.

“There, now I take priority.” He takes hold of your arm again and drags you through the club and out into the parking lot. He walks you up to his truck, which you can now recognize. Rafe pulls the passenger door open for you and walks around to his side, climbing in and starting the engine. You know to get in, shutting the door behind you and buckling your seatbelt before looking over at him. Your stomach tightens as his eyes undress you. Rafe finally turns his head away, reaching over his shoulder to grab his seatbelt. Suddenly, it’s like the image registered in his brain and he whipped his head back to you, glaring at your thighs.

You noticed him staring at you, looking down into your lap. The super short dress you were wearing has ridden up, revealing the few hickeys that are spread over your inner thighs. His eyes find the others on your neck as well and he knows he wasn’t the one to leave them. You try to keep your customers from leaving hickeys and other marks in your body, but it’s like the more you tell them not to, the more they want to. It makes Rafe almost sick to his stomach when he thinks about kissing you with those marks; marks left on your skin from other men. He can’t stand it. Suddenly his mind is filled with images of you fucking other guys, he tries to shake out the thoughts but he can’t; they’re eating away at him. The two lines of cocaine from earlier not helping the situation, it only serves to intensify his anger.

As he drives he looks over at you. He starts to rant, his voice booming inside the small tuck cabin. “Bet they can’t make you cum four fuckin’ times in an hour, can they?” You only slightly jump when he startles you with the increasing volume of his voice. “They can’t fuckin’ touch you like I can, huh?” He glances at the road shortly, then he turns his head back to you. “Nobody makes you feel as good as I do, yeah?” He waits for a response.

You catch the hint. “Mhm…yeah.” You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

When you get to Tanneyhill, Rafe comes to an abrupt stop in his driveway. He wastes no time before getting out of the truck and rounding the front of it to get to your side. Rafe pulls the passenger seat door open, grabbing ahold of your arm again. He tugs you inside, shutting the door behind you two.

As soon as you hear the door shut, his lips are finding yours and attacking them. In the moment, he decides that his bedroom upstairs is too far and he takes you into the kitchen. He continues to kiss you, walking you backwards until your lower hips bump into the counter; in which he grabs your waist and lifts you up to sit on the counter. One of his hands finds its way underneath your dress and between your legs. In quick movements, he tugs your lacy thong down and off of your body. Once they hit the floor, he’s pulling your legs apart; forcing them to spread wide so that you’re exposed and accessible to him. Your pussy grows wet in anticipation of what he’s going to do to you; which is something that none of the other men have been able to make you feel.

Rafe brushes a light hand over your cunt, groaning into your mouth as he discovers how wet you are for him. Not some random guy at the club, but him. He continues to kiss you, swallowing the small moans that try and escape your lips. His hands move to his belt, working on getting it off. Once it’s off, he pulls his jeans down and steps out of them; only breaking the kiss once. The next thing to go in his boxers; he slides them down and lets them pool at his ankles.

With absolutely no warning or further preparation, Rafe slams into you. You choke out a moan, tilting your head back. Rafe starts to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear just so that your cunt can squeeze around him even tighter as he jackhammers into you. “Fuuck…so tight.” He groans. “Did anyone else fuck you like this, hm? Did anyone else’s cock stretch you out like this?” He growls into your ear. His hand snakes around to the back of your head, gathering all your hair and tugging your head back so that you were looking at him. “That was a fucking question. Fucking answer.” He demands.

“I…”, you cry out as his cock repeatedly hits the extra sensitive spot deep inside you. A spot that nobody else can reach like how he does. “N-no…just you.”

“Just me, what?” He continues, enjoying your struggle to form words as he fucks you at this pace.

“Just you can fuck me like this.” You admit. You’re not even saying it because he wants you to, but because you can honestly say that nobody’s ever fucked you like how he’s fucked you.

“Good girl.” He praises. He runs a hand through your hair and slows his speed to a very slow, careful pace, admiring your features as your face contorts with pleasure. After about a minute, his hand finds your clit, his fingers rubbing harsh circles as his thrusts speed up to an unbearable pace again. He places a hand on your chest, pushing you down so that you’re laying with your back flat on the counter.

The cold counter adds to the intense feeling. He pauses for a moment to pull your shiny, little dress up past your hips to keep it out of the way. When he continues, he’s drilling into you faster than before, giving you the last bit of his anger through his thrusts. Your back begins to arch off the counter, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. And just as you’re about to see stars, Rafe pulls out of you and steps back, pulling his boxers back up from his ankles.

An involuntary whine escapes your lips when his touch leaves you and you sit up on your elbows, trying to figure out why he stopped. Except he doesn’t say anything, he just lifts you up, carrying you upstairs and into his bedroom.

When you get into his room, he sets you down just before the bed. “Shit, I almost forgot.” He mumbles. You furrow your brows and follow his gaze to his bed. On his bed sits a small gift box. You look back at him to find him staring at you. “Open it.” The demands, his tone almost displaying a small trace of excitement.

You look back at the box, taking a few steps closer to the bed. You reach out to flip over the small tag on the box, it reads: ‘To: my favorite hooker’. Your breath hitches. He’s so frustrating with his persistence of using that word, ‘hooker’, when he knows you aren’t one. Well, you didn’t used to be one. But you have to admit, this seems almost…sweet, in a way. Sweet for Rafe anyhow. You fight back your smile as you reach both hands out, carefully lifting the lid off of the box, setting it on the bed. Inside the box lay some very beautiful, intricate lingerie; it’s clearly very expensive, judging on the fact that you can’t even pronounce the brand name.

Rafe explains, “For what I ripped last time. I told you I’d replace it.”

“You did.” You say, getting lost in his eyes for perhaps a moment too long.

“Take it out.” He instructs and you obey, taking the delicate lingerie out of the gift box. Underneath the set, you find another gift. A vibrating wand as well as some thick ribbon. The vibrator you understand, the ribbon…not so much. You hold some of it up, turning to face him as if asking ‘what’s this for?’. Rafe understands what you’re asking and he responds vaguely. “You’ll see.” Clearly he enjoys keeping you on your toes, and you hate it.

After changing into your new lingerie, you exit his bathroom and walk towards his bed. Quickly he has you laying on your back. He takes some ribbon from the box and straddles your waist leaning over you as he ties each of your wrists to a separate bed post. He then did the same with your feet. Now you’re all tied up for him, spread out on the bed and vulnerable.

He leans down, hovering over you. He starts to kiss all over your body, his lips finding any open spot of skin on you. He pauses his kisses for a moment, leaning back up enough to look at you. He tells you, “Don’t wear this at the club.” Rafe leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your chest. “This is for me, yeah?” He mumbles, giving you yet another kiss. “My eyes only.” you nod in response, you agree. This is way too expensive to be wearing to the club.

“Yes, yes, only you.” You desperately plead.

Rafe chuckles and starts to kiss down your body, He makes a momentary stop at your chest, mouthing over one of your nipples through the thin fabric, his fingers rolling your other nipple between his fingers. His actions elicit a loud moan to escape your lips as your body tenses up, struggling against the restraints. You now understand the ribbon. Last time, he had used rope to tie you up and it would painfully dig into your skin. But the ribbon was soft, not causing pain to be inflicted upon you as your body reacts to his actions. His mouth leaves your breast, moving to the other side, ensuring that it wasn’t left out. His hand also switches to pinch at your other nipple.

His mouth starts to travel down your body again as his hand reaches behind him on the bed to grab something. He mouths over your clothed cunt, making you whine and shiver underneath him; still sensitive from when he had teased you earlier on the kitchen counter.

You hear a vibrating sound, but before your brain could register what it is, he’s using the new vibrator he bought for you, on you. He presses it firmly against your clit through the fabric of your panties. Your arms tug at the restraints in response, your legs trying, and failing to close. You feel so vulnerable, so exposed and weak. Lying here helpless as he assaults your small bundle of nerves.

Rafe pulls your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt. He pushes the vibrator directly on your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body at the sensation. “F-fuck!” You cry, your abdominal muscles contracting as your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl. Rafe leans in, using his tongue to lap up the juices that drip from your slick entrance as he keeps the vibrator steady on your most sensitive part. “Rafe!” You scream his name out as you cum, finally seeing the stars you were denied earlier, the build-up making it that much more intense.

He pulls the vibrator away, only using his tongue to work you down from your high. When your body starts to relax more, he stops and moves back up your body. He sets the vibrator aside and kisses at your neck, leaving new marks of his own; darker and larger than the others.

You’re still in shock at Rafe’s decision to use a toy on you. You definitely weren’t mad about it, that’s for sure. It’s just that typical guys won’t want to use a vibrator on you because they want to prove they’re better all by themselves. Rafe’s definitely good at sex, that’s just a given fact. But the confidence he has to use a vibrator on you, mixed with his skill…he’s fucking incomparable.

Rafe unties your wrists, letting your arms fall and relax. Next he moves to untie the ribbon that ties your feet to the bed. Once you’re completely free, he gives you a moment, knowing how tiring that was for your body. He knows you need to recover if he wants to get more orgasms from you tonight.

Though you appreciate his generosity, you want to help him out too. So you take him by surprise by placing your hand over his hard cock through his boxers. Except he still manages to be the one surprising you when he speaks. “Fuck…that feels…s’so good baby.” He groans, but moves your hand off his dick. “But let me take care of you, yeah? I know Barry’s got you workin’ a lot, hm? Heard you’ve got the most customers, is that right?” He asks, his hands starting to squeeze and massage at you calves

“Mhm…” you agree, closing your eyes in relaxation.

Rafe’s hands move to massage your feet, knowing the tall heels you’re always wearing have to be causing you some discomfort. And he knows he assumed correctly when you let out a deep sigh at his touch. “Nobody ever takes care of you, hm? Always just taking what they want and giving you nothing?” He leans in closer to your ear and whispers, “I like taking care of you.” Rafe starts to nip softly at your ear, making you moan softly.

After a while, his hands leave your feet, moving back up your body. He gently pulls off the lingerie, setting it on the bed beside you two. He takes a moment to revel in the sight of you, taking in what he is lucky enough to have in front of him. One of his hands finds its way to your slimy folds, gently running over your entrance. He gathers some of your slick and brings it up to your clit as he begins to rub it in steady, slow circles.

Finally, he pulls his boxers off. He uses his other hand to hold himself at the base, gently stroking himself a few times as he looks down at you underneath him. Without much more preparation, he pushes himself inside of you. This time, he moves slowly. His mind isn;t clouded from the effects of cocaine and anger anymore, instead he just wants to help you feel good. He wants to take him time, even though you’re likely not going to last long after your previous orgasm.

“Shit, so fuckin’ wet f’me. You’re always so wet for me, hm? Such a good girl. Such a good fuckin’ girl.” He groans, his mouth right next to your ear so you can clearly hear all his praises. “M’gonna have to talk to Barry for you. Can’t have you fuckin’ those other guys anymore. This pussy’s for me; it’s mine.” His speed gets faster, his pace more erratic as you get closer, your cunt squeezing around him tighter; ultimately bringing him closer to finishing as well. “Hm? You hear me?”

“Mhm…” you nod eagerly, getting so close to cumming that you can barely form a complete thought. “Y-yes Rafe. Yours, fuck! Yours.”

He gathers all your hair, tugging on it so that your neck cocks back, giving him full access to mark it up. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck; sucking and biting at your skin. “Only a slut for me, right? Nobody else, not anymore.”

“Yes…sure, fuck, okay yeah!” You scream. The recognizable feeling of your stomach tightening just for the band to snap, making your back arch off the bed, pushing your body against his as you reach another orgasm. “Ohh…nngghh…f-fucking shit!” You curse, your hand clawing at his shirt, trying to take it off. Rafe understands what you need and does it for you.

It’s not long before he gets to his peak with the way you keep squeezing him; so wet that he just slips right in and out. But before he cums, he asks you a final question. ��Can I?”,is all he says but it’s enough for you to know what it is that he’s asking. He’s already done it before, so you don’t see the problem, especially not right now. You don’t even have it in you to say no even if it was what you wanted,

“Mhm…please. Please cum inside me, Rafe. I-I need it.” You admit.

Without wasting another second, Rafe’s movements slow down as he releases his load in you; painting your walls white with his cum. You could feel his warm seed spilling out of you, mixing with your sticky juices. When he pulls out, you feel empty. Your lonely cunt left clenching around nothing.

Rafe lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You never had taken Rafe for much of a cuddler, but he’s full of surprises tonight. You return the action, wrapping your arms around him and draping a leg over him.

After you’ve both had time to recover, you still just lie there, enjoying each other's silent company. But you finally decide to break the silence between you two. “Y’know, I have to admit that it is kinda nice to be with someone who can get it up without taking pills.” You joke truthfully, referring to all the old sugar daddies that pay for your services.

Rafe chuckles at your words. He wants to say ‘I told you so’, to prove that he knew nobody else made you feel the same as he did, but fights the urge. Instead he just laughs. “Oh, I bet.”

“Did…did you mean what you said about talking to Barry?” You ask on a more serious note.

Rafe looks at you, admiring your soft, tired, fucked-out expression as he runs a gentle hand through your hair. “Oh yeah, yeah. I can talk to him if you want. He usually listens to me.”

“And if he doesn’t?” You ask.

“Then I’ll make him.” He reassures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I started this, I’m gonna fix it, okay? So don’t worry. You ain’t gotta fuck nobody you don’t wanna no more, yeah? How’s that sound?”

“Thank you.” You mumble to him, your eyes starting to get heavy and droop shut.

“I hope that means you’ll still fuck me.” He teases, petting your soft hair as he watches you.

You just nod, too exhausted to engage in his jokes. Rafe just smiles softly, appreciating the fact that he has you all sleepy in his bed; his arms. Of all the time he spent watching you and admiring you at the club, he never was able to imagine this moment.

He presses one final kiss to your head before closing his own eyes, pulling you in tighter. “I’ll take you back tomorrow, that alright?”

“Mhm…” You mumble under your breath, already half asleep.

“Goodnight.” He whispers, pulling the covers over the two of you.

Thank you for reading! I greatly appreciate it! PLEASE feel free to leave Rafe x reader requests!! I LOVE getting them!

Again, sorry if this is bad. I'm so tired and too lazy/impatient to proofread/edit. I hope this is good enough to fulfill your request!

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hsunrry · 6 months ago

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better // one shot

drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: you’re both actors, who’re competing in everything what’s possible. (special request from my dear love @drewsvies)

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words: ~2,3k

tropes: rivals to lovers

warnings: smut18+, dirty talking (praise, degradation), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, chocking, hair pulling, size kink, edging (if you squint)

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you thought you’d never get along with him. you two had too big of an ego to ever admit one of you is better than the other. not even at any interviews or whatever. the worst thing was, that you were getting tired of it, but you were stubborn. so stubborn you couldn’t even process the thought of admitting that. “look who it is.” he smirked, leaning on the wall next to you when you were reading your script. you rolled your eyes at his appearance, causing his smirk go bigger at your reaction. he knew you hated when he was looking at your script, but he did it anyway just to provoke you. “what are you reading?” he tried to look at it, but you quickly closed it.

“what do you think?” you asked sarcastically. he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“i think it’s probably some boring script you’re trying to memorise for your next mediocre role.” he teased, pushing himself off the wall to stand beside you.

“better than yours anyway.” you shrugged, going back to reading.

“oh come on, we both know my last role was amazing.” he scoffed, trying to peek at your script again.

“yeah, keep telling yourself that.” you shook your head.

“fine, be that way.” he crossed his arms over his chest, pouting sarcastically. “but just so you know, i heard the director is looking for someone to play the lead in his new project and he thinks i’d be perfect for this role.”

“okay? if it’s male role then i don’t really care.” you shrugged.

“they didn’t decided yet if it’s male or female. it’s just the lead.” he emphasised.

“so both?” you raised your eyebrow. he paused, realising his mistake.

“well, i mean, even if, you know i would still get it over you anyway. we both know i’m the better actor here.” he quickly tried to recover. you smiled slyly.

“it’s gonna be mine.” his expression turned competitive at your words.

“no way, it’s mine.” he leaned closer to you, his voice low. “and when i do get it, you’ll have to admit that i’m the better actor.”

“let’s bet then.” you smirked, looking up at him. he grinned, taking the bait.

“okay, if i get it, you’ll have to admit i’m better. if you get it, i’ll admit that you’re better.” you nodded, extending your hand. he looked at it and then at you. “and, to make it more interesting…” you raised your eyebrow at his words, backing away your hand. “if i win you have to be my personal assistant for a week and if you win i’ll be yours.” he extended his hand, waiting for you to shake it. “so, do we have a bet?”

“fine.” you shook his hand. he grinned triumphantly.

“great, and no backing out.” he winked at you, his confidence oozing out of every pore.

“you know i’d never back out.” you smirked.

“i can’t wait to see the look of your face when i win.” he paused, then added smugly. “but hey, at least you’ll get a week of quality time with me, right?” you only smiled sarcastically at his words. after a week, you were both sitting on set, waiting for emails about this role. he checked his phone for the millionth time, his leg bouncing nervously. “i swear, if this email doesn’t come through soon, i’m going to lose my mind.” he glanced over at you, furrowing his brows. “you seem awfully calm.”

“because i’m sure i got this.” you smiled. “oh, someone’s nervous, Drew?” you pouted mockingly. he glared at you, his face flushing slightly.

“shut up, i’m just… eager.” he crossed his legs, his fingers drumming on the armrest. “you’re really not worried at all?” he asked, his voice tight with tension. you shrugged.

“shit, i got an email.” you said, looking at your phone. his eyes widened slightly as he looked at his own phone.

“fuck, me too.” he sat up straight.

“should we open equally?” you bite your lower lip, looking at your phone.

“on three?” he asked and when you nodded he continued. “one, two, three…” together, you both tapped on the emails to open them, the both of you silent as you read. he let out a low groan. you smirked, still looking at your phone. his face pale when he looked at you. “you… you got it, didn’t you?” his voice barely a whisper. he reached out and snatched your phone, his eyes scanning the screen. “fuck!”

“well, Drew, i’m listening then.” you smiled, grabbing your phone back. he glared at you, his jaw clenched.

“fine. you’re… better.” he gritted out. he leaned back in his seat, chuckling humourlessly. “what’s on my to-do-list for today, your highness?” his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“bring me coffee to my dressing room.” you stood up from your seat. “black, no sugar.” you started going towards your room. he rolled his eyes, annoyed. you quickly undressed yourself completely, putting on red silk bathrobe to be more comfortable at your break. after few minutes you heard a knock.

“your coffee, princess.” you heard, his voice dripping with sarcasm one again. you said he can come in, and when he did he froze in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance. he swallowed hard, trying not to stare at your bare legs. “uh, here’s your coffee.” he managed to say, his voice a little hoarse and he could feel himself getting harder in his pants.

“just put it somewhere.” you said dismissively, looking through your vanity table. he stepped further into the room, setting it down on the table that was standing near the couch. “here.”

“thanks.” you mumbled, bending down for the few baskets that were on the floor. his lips parted slightly when your robe opened slightly, giving him a view on your cleavage. his body reacted instantly, his pulse quickening as heat pooled in his stomach. he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. “you’re waiting for another command, dog?” you smirked when you straightened. he glared at you, his face flushing in frustration.

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he growled. you bit inside of your cheek, fixing your robe. “you’re… you’re not wearing anything under that?” his voice dropping to a low rumble. he could feel himself hardening even more, his body aching with need.

“excuse me?” you let out nervous chuckle. he stepped closer, his eyes locked onto yours.

“just answer the question.” he could feel his self-control slipping, his body urging him to touch you, to find out for himself. “are you naked under that robe?”

“well, yeah.” you shrugged. he let out a low growl, his hands clenching at his sides.

“you can’t just… walk around half-naked in front of me.”

“and why is that?” we’re in my dressing room, i can even walk naked if i want.” you stated. he looked around the room, as if searching for an escape route.

“because i’m trying not to do something stupid.” his voice strained as he talked. “and it’s really fucking hard when you’re standing there, looking like a fucking goddess.” your eyes widened at his words. he clamped his hand over his mouth, he couldn’t believe he said it out loud.

“well, well, well, Drew Starkey just said something nice about me, what’s the occasion?” you smirked, crossing your arms on your chest. he groaned, looking at your exposed cleavage, before going back with his eyes at your face.

“i’m gonna do something i’ll regret.”

“what?” you chuckled. before you could even react, he closed the distance between the two of you, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. his hands grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him. you moaned into the kiss as if shocked that he was hard. he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. your hand unintentionally brushed against his length. he broke the kiss, buckling his hips into your touch.

“please... please touch me.” he begged, his voice dripping with need. he couldn’t believe he was begging you like this, but at this moment, he didn’t care.

“fuck, what are we doing?” you took few steps back, your legs hitting the couch, causing you sit down on it. he followed you, his eyes on you this whole time.

“i don’t know, but i don’t fucking care right now.” he kneeled down in front of you on the floor. his hands untied your robe, opening it and exposing you to him. he leaned in, pressing his lips to your nipple and sucking it. you took sharp breath at the contact. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as he continued to lavish attention to your breasts. his hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers parting your wet folds. he slowly slid one finger inside of you, pumping in and out few times before adding second one. his thumb rubbed against your clit in slow circles.

“fucking god.” you gasped, your head snapping back. he watched your face as he fingered you, his own breath heavy and ragged. he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, your body trembling already. he added a third finger, scissoring them inside of you. “holy fuck.” you moaned. he pumped his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing harder against your clit. he could sense you were close, your body tensing and shaking. he curled his fingers inside of you and it was enough to make you finish. you cried out, arching your back. he moved his fingers slowly to prolong your pleasure. as you came down from your high, he removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. he stood up, his hands unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. your eyes widened at his size. he knew he was big, and judging by the look in your eyes, you liked it. he took off his t-shirt as well, crawling on top of you on the couch. he settled himself between your legs, nudging his tip against your entrance.

“i need to fuck you. hard.” he licked his lips. you nodded, feeling him thrusting into you hard and burying himself to the hilt. you almost screamed, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he started to pound into you hard and fast. only sound filling the room were your mixed moans and skin slapping against skin.

“fuck, you’re so big.” you cried out. he groaned, his pace becoming even more frenzied. he was losing control, his mind consumed by the feeling of being inside of you. he pulled out almost completely before slamming back inside, his thickness stretching you to your limits.

“you’re so tight, i’m gonna fucking ruin you!” he muttered, wrapping his hand around your throat, applying just right amount of pressure to make your eyes roll back. he could feel your pulse pounding against his fingers and it turned him on even more. he started to thrust even faster and harder. “look at me, slut. look me in the eyes when i fuck you.” you looked at him through half-lidded eyes. he squeezed your throat a little tighter. “i love watching you look at me like that. so pretty, so fucking helpless.”

“fuck, Drew.” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips. the new angle allowed him to go even deeper, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“taking my fucking dick so well, good girl.” he could feel your body tensing up again, your inner muscles clutching at him tightly. he knew you were close. he slowed his pace. “not yet, baby. not until i say.” you whined desperately at his slow moves, making him chuckle. his hand let go of your throat, caressing your lower lip instead. “patience, sweetheart. i’m going to fuck this perfect pussy until you’re a babbling mess. then, and only then, i’ll let you cum on my cock.”

“please.” you cried. he slowly withdrew until just the tip was inside, then pushed back in inch by inch, painfully slow. he did it few times, before pulling out and gripping your hips. he turned you around, so you were on your hands and knees. he positioned himself behind you, slowly pushing back. he immediately started pounding hard and fast, making you moan loudly. your hands gripped couch cushion.

“that’s it, baby, fucking take it. scream for me. let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.” he grinned, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back hard, making you look at the ceiling and arch your back. “look at that face. so pretty and fucked out. you’re mine, baby. my pretty little fucktoy.”

“yours.” you whined. he fucked you harder, his hips slapping against your ass with brutal force.

“fuck, i’m gonna fill this pussy up. you want that, whore?” he panted.

“yes, fill me up.” you moaned.

“good fucking girl, i’m gonna breed you so good.” he groaned loudly.

“yes, fucking god, yes!” he felt your body shook as you came, your inner muscles clenching around his thick shaft. his own release washed over him, his hips jerking forward as he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded inside of you. his warm seed spilled out around his thickness, dripping down your thighs. you could feel your body getting weak. he slowly pulled out, his softening cock slipping free from your stretched hole. he turned you over, sitting you astride his lap. his lips found yours in soft, sweet kiss. when he felt his release dripping out of you he cupped your swollen, well used folds with his hand.

“you took me so well, baby.” you rested your forehead against his, smiling softly at his words. he smiled back at you, his fingers gently caressing your swollen pussy, spreading his release around. he slipped his finger inside you, causing your whine. “shh, just relax, sweetheart. i’m going to keep all my cum inside this perfect little cunt.”

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rafecamerons-national-anthem · 3 months ago

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PAPARAZZI SLIP UP-DREW STARKEY

The night was supposed to be a break from the chaos of Drew's fame. You had both been keeping your relationship a secret for months, sneaking around the paparazzi's prying eyes, and using every excuse to keep the world out of your private life. But tonight, you had decided to take a chance.

Drew had insisted on a low key dinner, somewhere out of sight. The two of you sat at a quiet corner booth in a small, cozy restaurant, the dim lighting and soft jazz music providing the perfect cover. You had laughed and talked like you hadn’t a care in the world, like no one was watching, like your connection was just yours.

"I can't believe we actually got away with this," you whispered, leaning in as Drew gave you that signature smile of his, his blue eyes glinting in the low light.

"I told you. A little patience and a lot of sneaking around," he chuckled, reaching for your hand under the table. His thumb traced small circles on your palm, sending a shiver up your spine.

You squeezed his hand, your heart warming at the sight of him so relaxed, so normal. It was rare, these days, for the two of you to have a moment without the constant threat of paparazzi or fans showing up out of nowhere.

But as the night wore on, that illusion was shattered.

The door to the restaurant opened with a jingle, and suddenly the warmth in Drew’s eyes turned to wariness. You didn’t need to look to know what had caught his attention. You had learned to recognize the signs: the sudden tension in his shoulders, the shift in his posture, the way his gaze darted toward the window.

"You’re being paranoid," you said softly, trying to reassure him, though your own heart was beginning to race. You glanced over your shoulder, catching sight of two figures standing outside the restaurant, their cameras flashing through the window as they tried to get a shot.

Drew’s jaw tightened. “It’s them,” he muttered under his breath, his grip on your hand tightening. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

A flash of panic surged in your chest. You knew what this meant, this was no longer a quiet night, no longer a secret dinner. The paparazzi had caught wind of you two, and they were about to blow everything open.

Without saying another word, Drew stood, pulling you gently to your feet. “Come on. We need to leave.”

You both made your way toward the exit, Drew leading the way with his hand firmly on your back, guiding you through the maze of tables and chairs. But as soon as you stepped outside, the bright lights from the cameras hit you like a wave. Flash after flash blinded you as you shielded your face with your hand.

"Mr. Starkey! Is this your girlfriend? How long have you two been seeing each other?" a voice called out, the question sharp and demanding.

You could feel Drew’s grip on your waist tighten as he pulled you closer, his free hand moving to shield you from the crowd. "Just keep walking, Y/N," he muttered, his voice low and protective.

You both hurried toward his car, the flashing lights following you, but Drew’s pace never faltered. You could hear the reporters’ voices growing louder as they shouted questions you didn’t have answers to. "Is it true you're keeping your relationship a secret?" one asked.

"How long have you two been together? When are you going public?" another one shouted.

You tried to ignore them, focusing instead on Drew’s hand on your waist, the firm but gentle pressure reminding you that you weren’t alone in this. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

Once you reached the car, Drew quickly opened the door, ushering you inside, then climbing in after you. As he started the engine and sped away, the flashing lights and shouting grew distant.

For a moment, all that was left was the sound of the engine and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

"That was insane," you said, letting out a nervous laugh as you sank back into the seat, your heart still racing.

Drew’s eyes were focused on the road ahead, but you could see the tension in his posture. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice apologetic but tinged with frustration. "I didn’t think they would catch on so fast. I just wanted a night where we could be normal, you know?"

You reached over and placed your hand on his, squeezing it gently. "It’s not your fault. We knew the risk. And honestly, it wasn’t that bad. I mean, we made it through, didn’t we?"

He chuckled softly, his thumb running over your knuckles. "Yeah. I guess you’re right. But I hate it. Hate that this is part of the deal now."

"I know," you said quietly, staring out the window. "But we’re still together, right? That’s what matters."

Drew looked at you, his eyes softening. "Yeah. Nothing’s going to change that."

The weight of his words settled in your chest, and for the first time that night, you allowed yourself to relax. Despite the chaos, despite the flashing cameras and invasive questions, you knew that Drew was right. This was just a bump in the road. You had each other, and that was all that really mattered.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time to stop hiding.

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drewwifee · 6 months ago

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They are so silly and cute 🥹🥹🥹😫

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starkeyslibrary · 5 months ago

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Exile

Inspired by the song Exile by Taylor Swift

pairing: you x drew starkey

The café was quiet, save for the hum of soft jazz filtering through the speakers and the clinking of cups against saucers. You sat in a booth by the window, fingers wrapped around a mug of now-lukewarm coffee. The cloudy skies outside mirrored the storm brewing inside you. Drew was late—again.

You sighed, glancing at the empty chair across from you. The weight in your chest grew heavier with every tick of the clock. This wasn’t the first time he’d kept you waiting, but it felt different today. He’d been distant for weeks, his texts growing shorter, his excuses more frequent. It was as though he was drifting away, and you were powerless to stop it.

The door chimed, and there he was. Drew Starkey, with his messy hair, sharp jawline, and the same leather jacket he wore on your first date. He looked like a dream. He always did. But the tired look in his eyes and the hesitation in his step turned your stomach. He spotted you, offering a small, tentative smile as he walked over.

“Hey,” he said, sliding into the seat across from you.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice quieter than you intended. You watched as he fidgeted with the hem of his jacket, avoiding your gaze. The silence stretched between you, heavy and uncomfortable. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Drew, what’s going on?”

His head snapped up, and for a second, he looked startled. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Your voice was steady, but your hands trembled slightly as you set your mug down. “You’ve been... distant. Different. And I feel like I don’t know where I stand with you anymore.”

He sighed, leaning back in his seat. His hands rubbed his face, and you could see the exhaustion etched into every line of his expression. “I’ve been busy,” he said finally, his voice devoid of its usual warmth. “Work’s been insane, and... I don’t know. It’s not you.”

“It’s not me,” you repeated, bitterness creeping into your tone. “That’s all you’ve got?”

“What do you want me to say?” he snapped, his voice rising slightly. “That I’ve been overwhelmed? That I don’t know how to balance everything right now? Because I don’t.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me that?” you asked, your voice cracking. “Why did you just... shut me out instead?”

Drew looked away, his jaw clenching. “Because it’s easier that way.”

“Easier for who?” you demanded. “Because it sure as hell hasn’t been easy for me, Drew. I’ve been sitting here, trying to figure out what I did wrong. What I could’ve done differently. And you didn’t even give me the chance to fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix!” he said, his frustration spilling over. “Don’t you get it? Sometimes, things just... fall apart.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. “So that’s it?” you whispered. “You’re just giving up?”

“I’m not giving up,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction. “I’m being realistic.”

“Realistic,” you repeated, your voice trembling. “No, Drew. What you’re being is a coward.”

His eyes snapped to yours, anger flashing across his face. “A coward? Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously,” you said, leaning forward. “You’re running away because it’s easier than staying and fighting for what we have. And you know what? Maybe that’s on me for believing in us more than you did.”

“That’s not fair,” he said, his voice low. “You think this is easy for me? You think I don’t care?”

“I don’t know, Drew,” you said, throwing your hands up. “Because you won’t tell me anything! You won’t let me in!”

He fell silent, his fists clenching on the table. The air between you was charged, the weight of all the unsaid words pressing down on both of you. Finally, he looked at you, his blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name—regret, maybe. Or guilt.

“I tried,” he said quietly. “I really did. But we’re just... we’re not on the same page anymore.”

You felt the tears spill over now, hot and unrelenting. “So, what?” you said, your voice breaking. “You’re just going to walk away? After everything?”

“I don’t know what else to do,” he admitted, his voice thick. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

“You don’t even want to try,” you said, shaking your head. “You’ve already made up your mind.”

He didn’t deny it. And that hurt more than anything he could’ve said.

The drive home was a blur, the world outside your window smeared with rain and tears. By the time you reached your apartment, the ache in your chest had settled into something deeper, heavier. You kicked off your shoes and sank onto the couch, burying your face in your hands.

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table. For a moment, you considered ignoring it. But when you saw Drew’s name on the screen, your heart clenched. You hesitated before opening the message.

“I’m sorry for tonight. I never wanted to hurt you.”

You stared at the words, the hollow apology doing little to ease the pain. You wanted to reply, to tell him how much he’d broken you, but what was the point? He’d already decided it was over.

Instead, you turned off your phone and curled up on the couch, letting the darkness swallow you whole.

The next week was a blur of numbness and routine. You went to work, smiled when you had to, and avoided any place where you might run into Drew. The ghost of him lingered everywhere—in the smell of coffee, in the playlists you couldn’t bring yourself to delete, in the way your chest tightened every time you passed his favorite bar.

One night, you found yourself sitting on your bed, staring at an old photo of the two of you. It was from last summer, at a carnival. Drew had his arm slung around your shoulders, his smile wide and carefree. You looked so happy, so full of hope.

That girl felt like a stranger now.

With a trembling hand, you placed the photo facedown on the nightstand. You couldn’t bring yourself to throw it away—not yet. Maybe not ever.

A month later, you saw him.

You were at a mutual friend’s party, a moment of weakness convincing you to show up despite your better judgment. And there he was, standing across the room with a beer in hand, laughing at something someone had said.

For a moment, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours. The room seemed to freeze. Neither of you moved, but the weight of that gaze was enough to shatter you all over again.

You turned and left before he could say a word.

—

The story of you and Drew didn’t end with fireworks or closure. It ended in silence, in the spaces between what was said and what was left unsaid. And as much as it hurt, you knew deep down that some stories aren’t meant to have happy endings. Some are just meant to teach you how to let go.

And so you did.

Eventually.

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vialovesyou · 1 year ago

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𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗬

don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. y/n told herself, blinking her eyes as she cast her gaze away from the table. drew and odessa were beside her, blatantly flirting. it was the little comments and the hand on his shoulder and y/n wasn't sure she could keep doing it.

madelyn noticed, anger bubbling inside her stomach as she stood up. " i'm going to the toilet, y/n/n, you coming with ? " she asked, y/n immediately nodding as she stood up. drew just smiled at the girl, before turning back to his conversation with the curly haired girl.

madelyn took y/n's hand in her own as they walked to the bathrooms, noticing the girls breathing speed up. apparently madelyn wasn't the only one who noticed what drew was doing.

" yo, drew " jd murmured, as odessa went up to the bar to order a drink. drew hummed in reply, turning to jd as he sipped on his drink.

" what are you playing at ? " chase questioned bluntly.

" what? what do you mean ?" questioned drew, his eyesbrows drawn together.

" you invited odessa to y/n's birthday dinner, you've been flirting with her all night and ignoring your girlfriend, plus you let her walk out of here crying " chase told him.

" y/n, y/n said she was fine with dessa coming, and what? " drew tried to reason, but once he saw the looks everyone was giving him he mumbled.

" because she didn't want to make you feel bad!"austin exclaimed, louder than he intended causing everyone's eyes to widen.

"shit" drew pushed away from the table before making his way to the bathroom.

" fuck me " y/n exhaled, coming into the bathroom. madelyn let go off the girls hand, watching as she tilted her head back and began fanning her eyes in an attempt not to cry.

" he's an idiot" madelyn huffed, nostrils flaring in anger at how disrespectful drew was being. y/n lowered her head, looking in the mirror infront of her as she took in a deep breath.

" she's a lovely girl but-" y/n cut herself off, immediately beggining to fan her eyes again. "shit, why do i keep crying" she groaned in frustration as tears began falling down her face. madelyn immediately wrapped her arms around y/n, not caring about the makeup that was going to inevitably stain her white top as y/n put her head in the crook of madelyn's neck.

y/n pulled away as her phone was going crazy, so she glanced at, kissing her teeth as she saw it was drew.

drew💌

baby, please come out

i'm sorry

i didn't realise

i'm an idiot

please, y/n

i love you

i'm outside the door, come

out please

come speak to me

" do you want to speak to him? we can go out the back?" madelyn asked in a hushed whisper so drew couldn't hear. y/n laughed lightly at this, but still shook her head. " you sure?" madelyn asked, completely ready to bolt out the back door. y/n nodded, causing madelyn to pull a beauty blender from her purse and tap it under y/n's eyes in an attempt to fix the tear stains.

" i'm sure she's a lovely girl but fuck me if she keeps touching him her face is going to end up in the spaghetti" y/n spoke, before her and madelyn fell into fit's of giggles. " there's the y/n i know" madelyn grinned, putting the beauty blender back into her purse.

" good as knew " madelyn smiled, looking into the mirror at y/n who fixed her hair glancing at madelyn in the mirror. " did i ever tell you how much i love you, maddie?" y/n asked, leaning her head on the taller girl's shoulders.

" once or twice " madelyn hummed, before the two began laughing again.

drew, who was on the other side of the door couldn't decide if the laughing was a good thing or if this was y/n's physcotic break. he tapped his foot anxiously, looking back at his table of friends who were all speaking with solemn looks on their faces. drew could tell they were talking about him, but they all quickly shut up when odessa returned to the table.

" wish me luck " y/n exhaled, before making her way out the bathroom her heels tapping against the marble floor. drew pushed off the wall he was leaning on when y/n came out the bathroom, immediately wrapping his arms around her.

" i'm so sorry, sweetheart. we can leave right now, just me and you and go anywhere " he spoke, his thumb rubbing circles onto her exposed shoulder. y/n had her head on his chest before she pulled away, looking up at him.

" let me say what i have to say, okay?" she spoke softly, toying with her ring anxiously causing drew to furrow his brows as he nodded.

" look, drew. i'm not trying to be the selfish, controlling girlfriend but it's like ever since you filmed hellraiser. she's everywhere. you talk about her, she's blowing up your phone i mean their's a picture of you and her in our livingroom for crying out loud " y/n's voice unintentionally raised, practically shouting the last few words causing the restraunt to fall silent. all eyes were on them, as drew blinked slowly.

"oh, shit " y/n muttured, shifting on her feet as everyone was blatantly staring at the couple. odessa, who clearly heard their conversation stormed off causing drew to shout her name.

y/n raised her brow, he was proving her point. she could see the internal battle within drew, causing her to sigh loudly. " just go " she mumbled, gesturing to the door odessa just stormed out off.

" are you sure?" he asked. and even though every single part of y/n wanted him to stay, she nodded. and with that, he was gone.

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outerbanksworld · 1 year ago

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hes soo bf, looking at him taking photos of carlacia😭

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rafedaddy01 · 8 months ago

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Summary: based on this request - part 2

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, age gap, riding

You had a massive crush on your boss. How could you not? He was Rafe Fucking Cameron. King of the island, and you were lucky enough to score the job as his live in maid.

“Mmm, feels good” Rafe grumbled in his sleep.

So of course you took advantage of the title.

“Fuck” you whispered as you fully sat down on his hard cock

“So warm” he groaned, his eyes still shut and his breathing even as he slept.

“Shit, sir. You feel so good inside me” you bite your lip and start rocking back and forth.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop” Rafe grunts

You’d do this pretty often.

Rafe would come home after work and you always have a glass of whiskey waiting for him, with a little something special to make him sleepy.

You’d crawl into his bed and make yourself feel good.

You didn’t feel any shame, you couldn’t. You’ve seen the way he occasionally stared at you when you bend down to dust or when you cook him and his kids dinner. He wants you. He simply just needs some motivation, and you’re more than willing to give it to him.

You picked up the pace, lifting your lower half and bouncing up and down at an even yet fast pace.

Your clit rubs against the scruff patch of hairs on his skin, it felt heavenly.

You wish he could be awake to see your tits bounce as you moved, to see the way you bite your lip as you try to contain your moans.

“Oh sir, you feel so good” you whisper to yourself as you grab your tits and squeeze. Indulging in your pleasure.

“I wish you could see me” you place your hands on his chest and bend down to bite at his earlobe as you whisper.

Rafes cock is throbbing inside you.

You stop bouncing and grind in a circular motion, letting your clit get some attention.

Rafe shifts under you, his eyes fluttering but closing right after as his breathing settles back to an even pace.

You feel the warmth inside you, the way he paints your walls white and it triggers your own release and you rub your clit with your small fingers and bounce faster. Making sure you milk him for everything he’s got.

You ride out your high and pull off him to look down and see his cum drip down your thighs as a glob falls onto his thigh. You dip your finger into it and suck it off, moaning at the delicious taste.

“Sweet dreams” you giggle as you peck his lips and rush off to your room.

You sleep like a baby, waking up early in the morning to start breakfast.

Meanwhile rafe wakes up feeling a little sore, and as he looks down and notices the mess you left behind.

“Fuck” he groans

“Not again” he huffs out a breath as he closes his eyes and the flashback of his dream comes back.

His cock rehardens as he images you on top of him. Chasing your own pleasure, he imagines you whispering in his ear and teasing him.

His hand reaches down, gripping his cock hard and stroking up and down.

Small moans of your name come out in breaths and he quickens his pace.

“Shit, shit, oh fuck” he grunts as he tugs on his poor red tip and his cum splatters all over his lower stomach.

His head falls back against the pillow as he steadys his breathing.

“Fuck” he swallows hard and pushes the dirty thoughts out of his mind before getting up and showering.

Downstairs you move around his kitchen, a satisfied smile on your face as you plate the food for everybody.

“Good morning, sir” you beam at rafe as he enters the kitchen.

“I made eggs and bacon with a side of pancakes, your favorite” you set the plate in front of him before handing the kids their plates.

Rafe eyes you up and down. From your beautiful smile to the way your ass fits incredibly into your jeans.

“Mr. Cameron?” You scrunch your eyebrows at him, snapping him out of his trance. Although too bad for his dick, it’s already standing at attention again.

“Is everything alright?” You try to hide your smirk.

You know everything is not alright.

This happens every time. The dose you give rafe is not enough to make him forget everything, it simply just blurs his mind and he wakes up thinking he dreamt the whole thing.

He clears his throat, “everything is perfect” you nod at him before turning around and containing your giggles. You love your job.

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bbycowb0y · 6 months ago

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being rafe cameron's baby

#rafe cameron smut #rafe coded #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #obx #outerbanks #drewstarkey

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heartsforrafecam · 8 months ago

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!

SAB X DREW???

feral.

knawing at my inclosure trying to get into his arms😋😋

just one night. please please please. (see what i did there)

#drewcumhome #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe smut #please please please #sabrina carpenter #bedchem #shortnsweet #drewwww #drewstarkey #yummmmmyyyyy #drewpleaseimdead

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khaibdl · 6 months ago

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Hey babes!!!

I’ts been really long but i wanted to let everyone know that i have the first 10 chapters of my new RAFE CAMERON book out!! (18+)

It’s called 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 and i love that i am able to share it with you all so my Wattpad name is @khaibdl.

Underneath, you’ll find the moodboards that i made to get to know my characters!

Rafe Cameron x trailer!reader

(Moodboards)

Vanessa Bowen | 18

Rafe Cameron | 19

R + V

I hope you’ll love it

Muah 💋

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hsunrry · 4 months ago

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innocent // one shot

drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: y/n’s first time with her boyfriend. special request for my love @drewsvies🧡

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words: ~2,4k

tropes: innocent/unexperienced!reader x experienced!drew

warnings: smut18+, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex

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it was already couple of weeks since you two started dating. you never done anything sexual related, but you tried to hide this from him, by saying that you’re just not ready. you knew you had to do that at some point, but you were scared that he’ll leave you, because you’re so unexperienced. when you went with him for few days to his winter house, you decided that you’ll finally tell him the truth he deserves. as you were kissing with him, sitting astride his lap, your hand went into the back of his hair. he pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. “hey… can we talk for a second?” his hand gently caressed your waist, not moving any further. “i respect that you’re not ready, and-“

“before you said something.” you said, gently interrupting him. “i have to tell you about one thing.” you bite down on inside of your cheek from nervousness. his expression turned serious, his thumb brushing against your hip as he waited for you to continue. the cracking fire in the background fills the brief silence between you two. “i… it’s not like i’m not ready.” you said, fidgeting with your fingers on the nape of his neck. “i just… i never did anything and i’m stressed i’ll mess up, or do something wrong, or-“

“hey, none of that.” his expression softened with understanding, one hand moving to cup your cheek. “i never want you to feel stressed or pressured with me, okay? the fact that you’ve never done anything before actually makes me really happy.” he kissed your forehead softly.

“wait, really? why?” you asked confused. he smiled warmly, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“because it means i get to be your first. and trust me, there’s nothing more special or exciting than that.” he leaned in, pressing gentle kiss to your lips. “besides, i’d love to guide you through all of that.” you only smiled at his warm words. his eyes were sparkling with affection and a hint of desire when he returned your smile. “but only when you’re ready, okay? i’m in no rush. i just want to make sure you’re comfortable and that you feel safe with me.” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“i mean, i want to.” you said softly. “but i was just scared i’ll do something wrong.”

“lovie, listen to me…” he tilted your chin up with his finger, looking into your eyes with tenderness. “there’s no ‘wrong’ or ‘right’ here. this is about us exploring together, learning what feels good.” he pressed lingering kiss to your lips. you swallowed quietly when he pulled back, nodding at his words. his one hand was still cupping your face. “we can take this as slow as you want. and if we’re honest, watching you discover it for the first time… that’s pretty much the most turn on.” he smirked, leaning to press soft kiss on your neck. “but only if you’re sure.”

“i am.” you smiled, tilting your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. he groaned quietly against your skin, his arms tightening slightly around you as he started peppering gentle, wet kisses along your jaw and neck. his hands slowly started to wander, one hand moving to your hip, while the other started to unbutton your shirt.

“you’re so fucking perfect.” he said as your breath started getting heavier from his kisses. his touch became more confident, but still gentle. he continued kissing along your collarbone, now with your shirt unbuttoned completely. “if you want me to stop at any point…” he murmured against your skin. “just say so.” you nodded loud enough so he could hear, shrugging your shirt off in meantime. your upper body was only in bra now. his breath catches slightly at the sight of you, a mix of admiration and desire in his eyes. he traced his fingers along your neck and collarbone, down your arm. “you’re incredible, baby…” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss between your breasts.

“can we go to the bedroom with that?” you asked shyly, feeling your cheeks heating up slightly. his eyes darkened with desire at your request, but he maintained his gentle demeanour.

“absolutely.” he stood up carefully with you wrapped around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom. he laid you down on the bed once in here, his eyes roaming over your face and body, before he leaned down to press soft, lingering kiss on your lips. “i love you so much.” he murmured against your mouth, pulling back to look at you.

“i love you too.” you smiled, feeling his hand going behind your back. he slowly removed your bra, his touch gentle as he revealed more of your skin. he took a moment to appreciate the sight of you, his eyes filled with love and desire.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispered, his lips pressing soft kisses in the middle of your chest. you swallowed quietly when he did that, his actions creating small goosebumps on your body. he could feel your body reacting to his touch, making him smile. he slowly goes with his kisses down your body, his fingers starting to work on the button of your jeans. “okay?” he looked up at you.

“yeah.” you smiled softly. “can i take off your shirt too?” he nodded, sitting up slightly. you quickly took it off, exposing his chest. he returned to his previous position, his fingers back on the button of your jeans. he carefully slid your jeans down your legs, leaving you only in panties.

“so pretty.” he whispered, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. you blushed slightly when you felt his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear. he pressed a kiss on your inner thigh, his warm breath making you shiver. “i’ve dreamed about this.” he mumbled against your skin, tracing gentle kisses along your inner thigh. your breath got slightly heavier. he could feel your nervousness and it only made him more determined to be gentle and patient. he slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, his eyes locked with yours for reassurance. “can i?” he asked softly and when you nodded, he slowly removed them. taking his time, he ran his fingers lightly up your legs. “i’m gonna touch you now, is this okay?”

“yes.” you said quietly. he began to trace gentle patterns on your inner thighs, going closer to your center with every move.

“tell me if anything feels too much.” he whispered, his touch becoming softer as he gets closer. “i want this to be amazing for you.” when you nodded, he slowly ran his finger between your folds. “how does that feel?” he asked, keeping his touch light and careful.

“good.” you gasped softly. he could see how your body relaxed and tensed under his touch and it encouraged him to be a little bolder. he slowly parted your folds with his fingers, his thumb lightly grazed over your clit. “can i keep going?”

“mhm.” you moaned softly. he smiled at the response, his touch growing more confident as he began to explore your body more thoroughly. he circled your clit gently with his thumb, watching your face flushing with pleasure. with his other hand, he slipped his finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out. you gasped at the sensation, your head tilting back slightly. he watched your face intently, marveling at the way your features soften and your mouth parts with a soft ‘oh’. he continued his slow motions, his thumb gently circling your clit.

“you’re doing so well, my love.”

“it feels so good.” you gasped. his heart swelled at your words and he added second finger inside you, stretching you gently.

“you’re so tight, so wet...” his voice came out husky with desire. “does this feel good?” he asked, his fingers moved in a steady rhythm. you only managed to moan louder. he could feel your walls clenching slightly around his fingers, so he picked up the pace. his mouth replaced his thumb on your clit, sucking it.

“oh fuck.” you whined, your hand going instinctively into his hair. he groaned against you at the feeling of your hand in his hair, the sound vibrating through your core. he sucked harder, his fingers moving faster inside you as he feels you getting closer. “oh my god, yes!” you cried out, your hips bucking up as you finished. your whole body trembled slightly from intense orgasm. he felt your walls tightening around his fingers as you came, so he continued to suck and lick slowly your clit, prolonging your pleasure.

“fuck, you taste amazing.” he slowly pulled away from your pussy, his fingers glistening with your juices. he kissed his way up your body, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin as he goes. “i need to be inside you.” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly from how bad he wanted it. “is it too much for you today, or do you want to keep going? we don’t have to if you’re not ready for more.”

“no, i want to.” you said quietly, your voice still a little shaky from intense pleasure. he smiled, his heart racing with excitement. he quickly stood up, grabbing condom from his wallet. he took off his jeans along with his boxers, his hard cock sprang free.

“okay baby, i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he hovered above you, opening it with his teeth.

“will it hurt?” you asked, looking at him opening the condom. he looked into your worried eyes as he rolled protection onto his length.

“it might a little bit. especially since it’s your first time. but i prepared you, so it shouldn’t be bad.” you nodded softly at his words. he positioned himself between your legs, head of his cock pressing your entrance softly. “okay, i’m gonna push in now, okay?” when you nodded again, he started slowly pushing in. as soon as his tip went through he stopped, letting you adjust to the new feeling. you whined softly at slight sting, but quickly relaxed around him. after few seconds he continued to push further, his length filling you up. he paused about half way in, giving you time. “you’re doing so good, my love.” he kissed your lips, going all the way in. you gasped into the kiss, your hand gripping his arm. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he whispered against your lips, his voice strained from effort of staying still. “you okay?”

“yes, i feel… full?” you said quietly, looking into his eyes. he chuckled softly, his hands going to cup your face.

“you’re doing perfectly. now, i’m gonna start moving a little bit. just breath and relax for me.” you nodded with soft smile. he started to move slowly, pulling out a little before pushing back in. he set a steady, gentle rhythm, making sure to give you time to adjust to each thrust. his lips found yours again as he moved inside you, kissing you deeply as he made love to you. “you feel amazing.”

“it feels so good.” you moaned into the kiss. he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding down to cup your breast, while the other was still holding your face.

“you’re so beautiful like this.” he started to move slightly faster. “is it still feeling good, baby?”

“so good.” you gasped. he broke the kiss to trial open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“do you want to try different position? it might feel better for you.” his hands were wandering over your body. you nodded at his words, feeling him pulling out slowly. he rolled you on your side, positioning himself behind you and spooning you. he lifted your leg up, hooking it over his hip. he pushed slowly inside. “like this, okay?”

“oh god.” you moaned. he started to move inside you, his dick sliding in and out at new angle.

“fuck, you’re so tight like this.” he gasped. this new position seemed to hit all the right spots, making you gasp and moan with each thrust.

“it feels so good Drew.” your hand went to cover his on your breast. he grinned against your neck, his hips moving faster now. he squeezed your breast gently, his thumb brushing your nipple.

“i’m so glad it feels good for you, sweetheart. i want to make you feel amazing.” he started moving even faster as he spoke. your head tilted back from pleasure. he took advantage from your exposed neck, kissing and nibbling slightly. he carefully pulled out again, rolling you on your back. this time, he placed your legs over his shoulders, pushing back slowly. “you’ll feel me deeper like that, but tell me if it’s too much.” he started moving, bottoming out with every thrust. he leaned forward slightly, changing the angle even more. “fuck, baby…”

“jesus christ, Drew.” you moaned, your back arching from intense feeling. he grinned mischievously, his hands wrapping around your thighs to pull them closer to his chest. he started pounding into you, his dick throbbing inside you as he saw how much you were enjoying this. “i- oh my god- i’m gonna come.” you gasped. he quickly removed one hand from your thigh, reaching between your legs and rubbing your clit furiously in time with his thrusts.

“come on, lovie, let it happen. i want to feel you squeeze my cock.” he panted.

“yes! fuck, Drew!” you almost screamed from pleasure, your pussy clenching around his dick. he groaned loudly when he felt that, the feeling pushed him over the edge. he buried himself deep inside you as he came hard, his hot seeds filling the condom.

“fuck, fuck, fuck… so good baby, yes!” he unhooked your legs from your shoulders after few seconds, collapsing on top of you slightly. he stayed inside you, his softening length still buried deep as he came down from his high. his one hand went to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “you okay, my love? was it good for you?” he asked softly.

“so good.” you smiled lazily. he carefully pulled out, discarding the condom, before gathering you in his arms and pressing gentle kiss to your forehead.

“i love you so much, you were amazing. we’ll lay like that now and then we’ll take a shower together, okay?” he wrapped you tighter in his warm embrace.

“i love you too, sounds good.” you smiled.

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rafecamerons-national-anthem · 4 months ago

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𝐿𝒪𝒰𝒟𝐸𝑅-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Drew Starkey turns to Y/N after a while, and asks, "You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?".

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The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting a warm light over their intertwined bodies. The air was thick with the sweet scent of their shared laughter and the promise of a lazy Sunday afternoon. However, the peacefulness of the moment was suddenly pierced by the unmistakable sounds of passion emanating from the apartment above.

The couple had become accustomed to the occasional cacophony of their neighbors' love making, but this time it was more persistent and more…enthusiastic than usual. Y/N, blushing at the intrusion of sound, rolled over to face Drew, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink. "Wow," she murmured, trying to suppress a giggle, "they're really going at it up there."

Drew's gaze darkened with a hint of mischief as he studied her expression. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way she squirmed slightly under the covers in response to the auditory assault. He knew she was as turned on by the sounds as she was embarrassed by them. With a smirk, he leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "You know what that means, don't you?"

Her eyes grew wide, and she playfully swatted his chest. "What? That we should get some earplugs?"

Drew chuckled, his voice a low rumble against her skin. "No, baby," he said, his tone dropping an octave, "it means it's time for us to show them how it's really done." He took her hand and placed it on the bulge growing in his pants, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N's pulse quickened at his words, and she felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the embarrassment. She knew Drew well enough to recognize the challenge in his eyes. He wasn't one to back down from a dare, especially one that involved outdoing someone else's performance. And she had to admit, the idea of being louder, more passionate, and more in sync than their neighbors was incredibly arousing.

With a smirk, she leaned in closer to him, her breath warm against his neck. "Alright," she whispered, "you're on."

Drew's eyes lit up, and he sat up with a sudden burst of energy, pulling her closer. He kissed her, deep and slow, tasting the sweetness of her lips, his hands roaming over her body, setting it alight with anticipation. The sounds above grew more intense, almost a rhythm to which their bodies began to sway.

Pushing the covers aside, Drew revealed her bare skin to the fading light of the day. He took his time exploring every inch of her, his fingertips tracing the curves and valleys of her body with a reverence that made her feel like a work of art. His mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of kisses and nips that made her squirm and gasp.

Y/N's hands weren't idle either. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, and ran her nails over his muscular back. Her fingertips danced along the waistband of his pants, hinting at the need to remove the barrier separating their bodies.

Their neighbors' passionate cries grew louder, and the bedframe above them started to knock against the ceiling in a steady, rhythmic beat. Drew paused, his eyes dark with desire, and turned to Y/N with a smirk. "Ready to show them what we've got?"

Her eyes sparkled with the same challenge, and she nodded, her breath hitching in anticipation. Drew leaned in to kiss her once more before standing up, his pants pooling at his ankles. He reached for her, his hand sliding around her waist, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

Their eyes locked, and with a silent nod, they both knew the game had begun. They were going to be the soundtrack to the evening, their cries of pleasure echoing through the walls, leaving their neighbors to wonder who the real stars of the show were.

Drew's hands roamed up her thighs, his thumbs brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. "You're so wet, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "Are you thinking about how much louder we're going to be?" His words were hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Fuck, yes," she breathed, her voice almost as loud. She could feel the ache deep inside her, begging for release. "I want you so badly."

He hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled her panties aside, exposing her to the cool air. He dipped his head, his tongue tracing a path up her slit, making her arch her back and let out a moan that was music to his ears. "Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, his breath tickling her sensitive skin. "I want to hear you scream for me."

"More," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want all of you."

He didn't need any further encouragement. Drew slid into her, filling her completely, and she cried out his name as he began to move. Each thrust was deliberate and deep, setting a tempo that matched the sounds of passion from above. He whispered dirty words in her ear, telling her how sexy she was, how tight she felt around him, how much he loved watching her come apart.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their skin slick with sweat as they chased the crescendo of their shared desire. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her voice rising to meet the crescendo of their neighbors' cries.

The sounds grew more frantic, their bodies moving faster, the headboard of their own bed now colliding with the wall in a symphony of passion. Drew's hands found her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples as he drove into her. "You're so close," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "Let go, baby. I want to feel you come around me."

Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to stifle a scream. The orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as he pounded into her. The neighbors' noises grew fainter as she lost herself in the sensation, the only sounds that mattered now were their own.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Drew leaned in to kiss her neck, his breathing ragged. "We're louder," he murmured, his voice filled with triumph.

Y/N's laugh was breathless. "You think?" she quipped, a grin playing on her lips. "I'm pretty sure they heard me in the next zip code."

He chuckled, his chest heaving with exertion. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "They know who the real winners are."

They lay there for a moment, their hearts pounding in unison, basking in the afterglow of their victory. The room was filled with the heavy silence of satisfaction, the only sound being their intermingled breaths.

Drew pulled out slowly, and Y/N felt a twinge of loss. He leaned over to kiss her softly, his eyes filled with love and amusement. "Ready for round two?" he asked, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Always," she replied, her voice still a bit shaky from her climax.

And with that, they were off again, their bodies tangling, their whispers growing louder, their passion igniting the night. The neighbors had unknowingly set the stage for an intimate battle of love and noise, but Drew and Y/N had turned it into a celebration of their own fiery connection, proving once again that nothing could ever come between them.

Drew's hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he began to thrust again. "You feel so good," he groaned, his voice raw with need. "So tight, so wet." His words were a sweet symphony of dirty talk that played into her ears, turning her on even more. She responded with her own set of screams, telling him how much she loved feeling him inside her, how he filled her up in a way no one else ever could.

Their kisses grew more fervent, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved in a rhythm that was all their own. He could feel her tightening around him, her legs trembling with the effort of staying still. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice a raspy growl. "I want to feel you come apart again."

Her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the sensations building within her. "Drew," she whimpered, his name a prayer on her lips. "Yes, yes, yes." The words turned into a scream as she shattered around him, her body writhing with pleasure.

He followed her over the edge, his hips bucking against hers as he emptied himself into her. The room was alive with their cries, the sound of their bodies slapping together, the headboard banging against the wall in time with their frenzied lovemaking.

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, the sounds from above had faded into the background. The neighbors had finished their performance, but Drew and Y/N were just getting started. They were in it for the long haul, ready to outlast and outdo the competition in the most intimate of ways.

Drew rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was straddling him. He slid back inside her with a sigh of pure satisfaction, her wetness making it easy for him to move. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands cupping her breasts as she began to ride him. "I can't get enough of you."

Her eyes met his, dark with desire. "I'm all yours," she whispered, her hips rolling in a sensual dance that had him gripping the bed sheets. The headboard thumped rhythmically against the wall, each impact echoing through the room.

"Ride me, baby," he encouraged, his voice strained. "Harder. Fuck me like you own me, yeah?"

Her cheeks flushed, but she obeyed, her movements growing more erratic. She leaned down, her hair a curtain around them, her breasts bouncing with each bounce. She whispered dirty words into his ear, telling him just how much she wanted him, how good he felt, how she never wanted it to end.

Their bodies moved together like they were one, their hearts racing as they pushed each other closer and closer to the brink. Drew could feel his orgasm building again, and he knew she was right there with him. "Come for me," he urged, his hands moving to her ass to help guide her. "I want to feel you come all over me."

And come she did, her body tightening around him as she screamed out his name, her eyes wide with ecstasy. He let go, his own orgasm tearing through him like a wildfire, leaving him spent and utterly content.

For a moment, they just lay there, panting and smiling at each other. Then Drew leaned up to kiss her, a gentle press of lips that spoke volumes about his love for her. "You're amazing," he murmured against her mouth.

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "We should challenge them to a rematch next weekend," she teased, already eager for another round.

Drew chuckled, his arms tightening around her. "Oh, you're on, baby," he said, his voice still husky with passion. "But for now, let's just enjoy the quiet."

They lay there, their bodies tangled together, listening to the sound of their hearts slowing down. The sun had set, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The sounds of the city outside had grown quieter, the world seeming to hold its breath as if it knew not to disturb the lovers in their post-coital bliss.

As their breathing evened out, Drew rolled them over so he was on top, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He kissed her again, a soft, lingering kiss that promised more to come. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that made her heart flutter.

"I love you too," she murmured back, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. They lay there for a while longer, their bodies entwined, the only sound in the room the quiet murmur of their love.

But the silence didn't last. Soon, the neighbors started up again, their passionate cries drifting down through the floorboards. Drew pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ready to go again?"

Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Always."

And with that, the battle of the bedrooms resumed, their bodies moving in a dance of love and lust, each trying to outdo the other, their cries of pleasure a challenge to the couple above. The walls of their apartment trembled with the force of their passion, their love a declaration that could not be silenced.

Drew's hands moved to her ass, his fingers digging in as he drove into her, her nails leaving trails of fire down his back. They were lost in their own world, the sounds of the city and their neighbors fading into a distant hum as they focused on each other, on the feeling of skin against skin, of hearts beating as one.

The neighbors grew louder, their rhythm increasing, but Drew and Y/N were unfazed. They had each other, and that was all that mattered. They moved in a silent challenge, each thrust, each kiss, each gasp a declaration of war in the battle of the bedrooms.

Their love was a force to be reckoned with, a crescendo that built and built until it shattered through the walls, until their neighbors could no longer ignore the fiery passion that burned between them. And as they reached their peak, their voices melding into one loud, triumphant shout, they knew they had won.

The night was long and filled with love, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words, their hearts beating in a rhythm that only they understood. And when the sun began to rise, painting the sky with shades of pink and orange, they collapsed into an exhausted, sated heap, their breathing finally evening out.

They had claimed their dominance, not just over the sounds of their apartment, but over each other's hearts. And as the city began to stir, they fell into a deep, contented sleep, their bodies still entwined, the echoes of their love reverberating through the quiet apartment.

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 @nicholaschavezslut69

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