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sugarcoatedstarkey · 2 years ago

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Hells Angels

Pairings - Biker!Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary- A group of men get a bit handsy with you.

Warnings- Mention of Bike clubs, fighting, Sexual intercourse, language. (18+)

A/n- biker!drew will be the death of me, writing another one right now that is spicy and he’s mean!

You had picked out the cutest outfit, you wanted to look good for Drew tonight. You were meeting each other at the local bar, you both usually went there on Friday nights.

You’d have a few beers and play some pool, usually his bikie friends would come say hey and you loved them. They were the nicest bunch of guys, a few of their girlfriends would show up and they weren’t too bad either.

You had showed up 15 minutes early, chatting with Veronica behind the bar and catching up on her love life. Which was an absolute shit show, but you’d never say that to her.

You weren’t even paying attention to your surroundings until a hand touched your bare bicep and you jumped at the contact, expecting it to be Drew. You turned with a big smile which fell when you noticed three guys staring at you.

“Hi?”

They made eye contact briefly and looked back at you, moving to surround you. Panic sets in immediately, your throat closing in. “Hey dollface”.

Bile rises in your throat at the nickname, crossing your arms against your chest and standing tall. They weren’t much taller than you thankfully, unlike Drew who towers over you.

“Can you step back please” you asked, you could feel the movement of Veronica behind the bar. She slammed a glass down on the bench and coughed loudly. “Guys, ease up okay”.

They looked behind you and took a tiny step back, however still too close for comfort. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a bar like this?”.

Your brows furrowed at his comment, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the brat coming out of you. You didn’t want to make things worse, Drew would be here soon. You needed them to back off now.

“I’m waiting for someone”

“Let us keep you company until then”

“No, I’m okay”

“Oh come on dollface”

The taller one's hand makes contact with your waist, clenching his fingers across the material of your jeans and pulling you closer to him. The palms of your hands hit his chest, pushing roughly to keep a distance between your faces. “Get off me”.

Veronica throws a rag across the bar hitting one of them in the face. “Get the fuck out of my bar now” she shouts, pointing to the door. “Oh come on V, we are just having some fun”.

They ignore her protests and look back to you, the other one runs his fingers across the material of the corset. A shiver runs through your spine, disgust washing over you. “You need to get your hands off me… my boyfriend will be here any minute ”.

The guy in front of you tugs harder until you're as close to him as possible, his lips hovering over your ear. His hot breath sends a shiver down your spine, your fingers wrapping around his throat.

“Oi!”

The body of the man shudders at the sound of Drew, and the squeeze you have around his throat, eyes searching for him.

Drews face is beat red, leather jacket hugging his frame. He looked good but anger radiated off of him. “Get.the.fuck.off my girl NOW!”.

He is taking big steps, all three guys step back the moment they see who it is. Fear flashing behind their eyes when they see the patches littered on Drews jacket.

He was well known around here, leader of the hells angels. Nobody fucked with the hells angels. Nobody fucked eithe Drew’s possessions.

“Oh no no, we didn’t realise she was with you!” One of them pleads, his hands fly up in surrender and he’s stepping further and further away from you.

With a click of Drew’s fingers the club surrounds them, the music stops and eerie silence fills the pub. People not associated with the club begin to leave, murmuring between the crowd, they get the hint that blood is about to be drawn.

The three guys cower behind tables, Drew’s eyes meet yours. “Go outside baby” he demands, a sweetness overpowers his authority. He steps towards you and runs his fingers against your bicep, leaving a soft kiss to your cheek.

You grip his jacket, pulling him closer. “Please Drew, let’s just get them to leave. We don’t need to end the night like this” you beg, you hated when a fight broke out. You hated blood, you hated the screams. You hated not knowing if Drew was okay.

“Outside”

“Drew!”

“Outside now or I’ll get Marc to throw you over his shoulder and lock you in the bathroom”

You bite the inside of your cheeks and storm past him, your small frame hitting his arm on the way out. You didn’t like being bratty but you did not like being told what to do.

The sound of the door slams behind you and you walk towards Drews bike, pressing the palms of your hands into your eye sockets. leaning your frame against the bike.

The sound of glass smashing causes you to jump, pushing the tips of your fingers against your ears, you didn’t want to hear it.

Your eyes are on the door the whole time, waiting for him to walk out. But after 15 minutes it’s only Marc who exits, he doesn’t look like he’s been in a fight at all. He walks towards you and crosses his arm. “Hey chicken”.

“Hi” you whisper, dropping your hands from your ears and staring at him. It’s quiet, no sounds of yelling or glass smashing. “You know he only does this because he wants you to be safe”.

“Well… he doesn’t need to send them to hospital”

“Come on chicken, you know those guys would have done a lot worse if he wasn’t around..”

You nod your head, you know he’s right. Drew only does this because he loves you. He wants to keep you safe, he doesn’t want you to get hurt by assholes like that.

“I just hate the blood and the idea of someone getting hurt” you squeak, you hated how soft you were. Tears threatening to leak once again, your throat aching from holding it back.

“It’s better it’s them, than you”.

He’s right again, you would have most likely been beaten and assaulted down an alley if it wasn’t for Drew and the club. You had to be grateful, they were your own fairy godmothers. Just dressed in black and a little scary.

The door to the pub slams open, Drew storms towards you. You stand up a bit straighter, Marc turns to walk away and taps Drew on the shoulder. They whisper something, Drew’s eyes land on you again.

“Get on the bike”

You don’t argue and do what he says, he pushes a helmet over your head and clips it up all while keeping his eyes off your face. He takes a seat in front of you and you quickly wrap your arms around his waist.

His foot kicks at the side stand and he holds the bike up, turning the key. The rumble of the engine echoes throughout the street. The seat vibrates against your legs.

He doesn’t warn you like he usually does and drives off, your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. The wind swept through your hair, your arms tightened around Drew as he swerved around cars. The sounds of car horns rattled your ear drums, your heart pounding against your chest.

Anxiety bled through your veins, you hated this. You hated when Drew got angry, he let his anger out by being reckless. Usually you weren’t on the back of the bike when he was angry. “Drew! Please slow down!” You pleaded, your arms ache from the strength you used to hold on.

Tears well in your eyes, squeezing them closed to stop them from escaping. It will all be over soon. You’ll be in the safe confinement of your apartment.

He suddenly clicks to how reckless he’s being with you on the bike, he’s slowing down as he comes to your apartment. He wastes no time and jumps off, practically ripping you off the bike.

“I’m so sorry baby… I shouldn’t have driven like that with you on the bike” he whispers, he scoops your face up and presses his lips to your forehead, your arms wrapped around his waist. “So stupid of me, I’m so sorry”.

“It’s okay, you were angry”

“Doesn’t mean I can take it out on you… it wasn’t your fault those pricks touched you”

“Fucking assholes… won’t be touching anyone for a long time”

You screwed your face up as the mental images that flashed in your brain, you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him. Thanking him for keeping you safe, he picked you up bridal style and walked you towards the door.

“For such a big bad bikie you're awfully soft” you giggled, pinching his cheeks. He gives you a wide grin and walks you inside, he steps into the lounge room and throws you to the couch.

Crawling his way up your body. “I’ll show you soft” he growled, pressing his lips to yours hungrily. His tongue nudging its way into your mouth, his fingers fiddled with the lacing at the back of the corset. “This thing is so fucking hot but so fucking annoying”.

You chuckled, reaching behind to help him loosen it. Finally free of the material, he pulled your white shirt up and exposed your braless breasts. He began to roll your nipple between his fingers, lips assaulting your neck. “Your mine… no one ever gets to touch what’s mine” he growls into your skin, leaving behind marks of ownership.

“All yours baby… all yours” you whine, grinding yourself against his leg that sat between your open legs.

“Anyone ever look at you… I’ll kill ‘em, I really will”

“Touch me… please”

“All mine” he says as he pulls your jeans and panties down, admiring your naked body under him. You slip your hands under his jacket, helping him get free of his clothing. “All yours”.

His lips touch every part of your body until your tingling mess under him, arousal soaking the fabric underneath you. “I need you Drew”.

He presses his digits to your pussy, parting your lips softly. You let out a breathy moan and drop your head back onto the pillow, pushing your hips up against him. He pushes two fingers inside of you, eyes never leaving your face.

“No no no- I need your cock… I can’t wait any longer”

“Want to appreciate you baby, want to show you who’s the boss… who the bad bikie leader”

“Please… please don’t make me wait”

“Hmm, okay baby girl… only because I love you”

He moves the two of you, your legs straddling him. You don’t give him time to play around and sink yourself down his cock, gasping at the sudden intrusion as though you didn’t just bring it on yourself.

“Fuck”

His fingers clench around your waist, your palms pressed against his chest. You move yourself against him, pulling yourself off his cock and dropping back down until you set a steady pace.

His eyes casted down to your breasts that bounced with each movement, one of his hands left your waist to fondle your breast. “Your fucking perfect”

“I love you” you whisper, he pulls you against him. Pressing his lips to yours once more. “I need to keep you safe baby girl… so many rotten people out there”

“I know baby… but you need to stay safe, look at those hands” you grab his hands, pressing your lips to the grazes that littered his knuckles.

You hadn’t had a chance to clean him up like you usually would after a fight, you both stared at one another as you moved against his cock and kissed his wounds.

“I am safe, nobody can hurt me”

“Someone could… but I won’t let that happen”

He grins at your words and moves you back onto the couch, laying his body on top of yours. Your hands wraps around his biceps as he moves above you, one of his arms hooking under your leg to angle himself deeper into you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, that familiar buzz and lightheadedness washing over you. “I’m so close, baby”. He nods his head, arms shaking slightly as he holds himself back.

He reaches down to press against your bundle of nerves, pleasure shooting through your body. “Oh god”.

You move your legs to sit up high against his back, his cock buried deep inside of you. Your toes curl and the butterflies swarm your belly, his face screws up as he feels your walls pulsate around his swollen cock. “Shit baby”.

“Right there… oh god Drew! Right there”.

You're coming around his cock, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. He follows behind, your walls milking him dry as you both come simultaneously. A light sheen of sweat develops over your bodies.

“All mine” he whispers, pressing his lips to your collarbone. “All yours”.

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rafedaddy01 · 1 month ago

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Holy shit I wish I could be his

kissing with rafe

The air between you and Rafe practically hums as his eyes roam over you, taking in every detail of the dress that clings to your curves in all the right ways. You’d worn it just for him. His gaze is heavy, lingering with a hunger that makes your cheeks flush.

As soon as you’re close enough, his hands snake around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap in one swift, a very possessive motion. Before you can say a word, his mouth is on yours, and the world fades, the noise around you slipping into a quiet murmur, leaving only the taste and feel of him.

Rafe’s lips move over yours with purpose, rough but soft, taking his time in a way that’s both deliberate and needy. His hand cups the side of your face, his fingers grazing along your cheekbone, while his thumb gently sweeps over your skin. It’s such a simple touch, yet it sends sparks of heat right through you, leaving you breathless and pliant in his hands. His fingers press into you like he’s grounding himself, as though he needs to touch every inch of you just to know you’re there.

“Rafe,” you murmur against his mouth, trying to catch your breath, but he doesn’t let up, his lips moving down to trail along your jaw. “Baby, I wore this dress so you could see it, not wrinkle it,” you try to tease, even though your voice comes out unsteady, betraying just how quickly he’s making you lose control.

He smirks against your skin, the sound of it low and rough, as if he’s amused by the very idea of letting you slip from his grasp. “I know, princess,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “And I see it. But you look too damn good tonight, and I need a little more time with you before you go off with your friends,” His fingers sink into your hips, pulling you closer, until you’re entirely pressed up against him.

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you try to pull back, but he’s already drawing you back in. His lips find yours again, urgent yet tender, nibbling at your bottom lip in a way that makes your heart race and your head spin. There’s a controlled intensity to his kiss, like he’s savoring each second, memorizing every taste and feeling, his mouth exploring yours as if he’s mapping every inch of your soul.

One of his hands slides up, tangling in your hair as he tilts your head back slightly, deepening the kiss. His other hand, however, moves lower, grazing the edges of your dress before slipping under the fabric, his fingers ghosting over your panties. The touch is light, teasing, just enough to make your breath hitch. It sends a shock of desire coursing through you, and you can feel your body responding to him, a tingle of anticipation running down your spine. His fingertips trace the delicate fabric, just enough to feel the heat of your skin beneath, making your pulse quicken.

You shiver as he kisses a path back up to your lips, his hand sliding lower again, his fingers now firmly gripping your hip, urging you closer. The pressure of his hand against your body leaves you aching for more, and you press into him, desperate to feel all of him.

“Princess,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to press his forehead against yours. His voice is low, gravelly with want, but there’s a soft, possessive edge to it. “I can’t get enough of you. You feel so damn good.”

Your fingers slip into his hair, tugging him back into a kiss, deeper this time, as if you’re trying to lose yourself in him entirely. His hands move again, sliding along your body with intent, one hand still teasing the edges of your panties, sending little jolts of heat straight through you. When he pulls away again, his lips hovering above yours, you can’t help but feel that delicious ache, knowing he’s holding back, waiting for the right moment to claim you entirely.

“You drive me crazy, princess,” he mutters, his breath warm against your lips, his hand still tracing the edges of your panties, a subtle but undeniable promise in every movement. “I just need a little more time with you, just a few more minutes before the world can have you.”

The kiss he gives you next is slow and almost agonizingly deep, his mouth taking its time as his hand finally slips beneath your panties, touching you in ways that leave you breathless. His touch is gentle at first, exploring, like he wants to savor every sensation, but you can feel the heat between you growing, his possessiveness radiating through every kiss, every touch.

It’s just you and him now, tangled in a haze of kisses and breathless moans, completely lost to each other. Every movement of his hands, every press of his lips, makes you feel like you’re the only thing that matters in this moment. And you know that, no matter what happens next, he’ll never stop touching you like this, never stop claiming you in the ways that only he can.

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starkeyslibrary · 1 month ago

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FALLING OUT OF FRAME | Masterlist

pairing: you x drew starkey

summary: Falling out of frame follows your emotionally charged and tumultuous journey as you navigate a public relationship with Drew Starkey. You and Drew, once the epitome of a perfect, private romance, soon find your love tested when Drew is thrust into a PR relationship with his Hellraiser co-star, Odessa A'Zion. As the world watches, you're left to grapple with the growing tension between you and Drew, struggling with feelings of invisibility, betrayal, and insecurity. While Drew insists that everything is for the sake of the movie and the fans, you can’t shake the feeling that the lines between reality and fantasy are becoming dangerously blurred. As Odessa plays her part, the relationship you once thought was solid begins to unravel, leaving you questioning whether love can survive the pressure of fame and the expectations of others. Can you and Drew fight your way back to each other, or will you both fall apart behind the scenes?

content: fake PR-relationship, angst, second chances, self-discovery, healing

TABLE OF CONTENT:

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 -

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

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rafesbabyg1rl · 17 days 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

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 · 2 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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drewwifee · 2 months ago

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They are so silly and cute 🥹🥹🥹😫

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rafecamerons-national-anthem · 10 days 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.

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vialovesyou · 11 months 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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rafedaddy01 · 1 day ago

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Part 2 of lucid dreams

Rafe avoided beeing alone with you after that night not wanting to cheat again

That was until you shower signs of being pregnant

his 19 year old employee pregnant with his baby it turns him on to no end

And rafes wife throws y/n ababy shower in rafes house

And of course he is fing you in the kitchen during that Party

Lucid Dreams part 2

Notes: thank you so much for the request ❤️

It had been three months since you and Rafe had slept together, and he’d been avoiding you ever since. He couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with you alone, brushing past you in the hallways like you didn’t exist. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore you, you still lingered in his mind. He hated himself for it—hated the way he craved you. The way your body had felt wrapped around him, pulling him in so tight he never wanted to leave.

But Rafe wasn’t going to let himself slip again. He couldn’t. He’d been working out of his office every chance he got, using any excuse to stay away from the house. Anything to keep you out of his sight.

Today, though, he had no choice. His office was shut down due to a gas leak, leaving him stuck at home. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, scrolling through emails on his phone, when your voice cut through the quiet air.

“Good morning, Mr. Cameron.”

The sound of your voice made him jump, and he turned quickly, his grip tightening on the edge of the counter. You stood in the doorway with a laundry basket held in front of you, your lips curved just slightly.

His jaw tightened as his eyes flicked over you. He swallowed hard, feeling that all-too-familiar pull in the pit of his stomach—the one he’d been fighting against for months.

“G-good morning, Y/N,” Rafe stammered, his voice strained as he gave you a quick nod. His eyes darted away almost instantly, and he turned back to the counter, grabbing the cup of coffee he’d just made.

Without another word, he brushed past you and hurried out of the kitchen, his shoulders tense, his every movement rushed. He wasn’t about to take any chances being alone with you—not when every second near you felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall.

It had been almost six months now since you and Rafe had spoken. He made it a point to leave the house at 7 a.m. sharp and wouldn’t return until well past 9 p.m. He never looked at you, never gave you a chance to talk to him.

Your belly had grown noticeably round by now, your bump full and impossible to hide. Every time your hand absentmindedly rubbed over it, memories of that night flooded back—the way it had all started. The warmth, the tension, the pull of him that made your body tingle even now. The pregnancy hormones weren’t helping either; you felt more on edge, more needy than ever.

Surprisingly, Rafe’s wife had been kind enough to throw you a baby shower—a joint gender reveal party, no less. You didn’t have the heart to refuse, even though it felt wrong in ways you couldn’t put into words. Rafe, of course, remained blissfully unaware of your state. He was never home long enough to notice the changes in you, let alone give you the chance to tell him the truth.

The party was in full swing by the time he got home, his usual rigid schedule interrupted by the sight of balloons and people filling the house. He stepped inside, loosening his tie, and froze mid-step when his eyes landed on you. His gaze dropped almost immediately to your swollen belly, and his face drained of color, horror and disbelief twisting his features.

“Honey! Isn’t this just so exciting?” his wife gushed, beaming as she approached him. “Y/N’s going to make such a terrific mom.”

Her voice was light, cheerful—completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside her husband. Rafe couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, his mind racing as realization hit him like a freight train. The baby was his. He knew it. And the look in his eyes told you everything he couldn’t say out loud.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The stunned silence between you two was deafening, even amidst the cheerful chatter and laughter of the party. And as uncomfortable as it was, a part of you couldn’t help but savor it. The truth was finally out—and that moment made all the months of avoidance, all the pain, worth it.

“H-how, um, how far along are you?” Rafe’s voice cracked, barely above a whisper. He fumbled with his tie, loosening it as if it might help him breathe again, his chest tightening with every second.

His wide, panicked eyes flicked between your face and your belly, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a vice. He looked pale, unsteady—like a man caught in the middle of a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.

“Six months,” you said, your voice steady but laced with a hint of defiance as you met his panicked gaze. A small smirk tugged at the corner of your lips, and you let your hand glide over the curve of your belly, smoothing the fabric of your dress as if to emphasize the undeniable truth.

His eyes followed the movement, his jaw tightening as he swallowed hard. You could see the storm brewing behind his expression—the mixture of disbelief, guilt, and something else he’d never dare admit. His hands fidgeted at his sides, flexing and releasing like he didn’t know what to do with them, while his breathing grew shallow.

You tilted your head slightly, holding his gaze. “I guess that puts things into perspective, doesn’t it?” you added, your tone soft but loaded, daring him to deny what was now impossible to ignore.

The room around you hummed with the sound of laughter and conversation, completely oblivious to the quiet, charged exchange happening between the two of you. Rafe’s wife passed by with a tray of cupcakes, beaming as she chatted with a group of guests, but Rafe didn’t even notice. His entire world had narrowed to you—and the growing life he could no longer pretend wasn’t his.

Rafe muttered something under his breath as he stumbled into the kitchen, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. His movements were quick, almost frantic, as if he was desperate to put some space between the two of you.

You followed behind him, your heels clicking softly against the floor. “You’ve been avoiding me for months, and now you can’t even look at me?” you said, your voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the tension.

He froze by the counter, his back to you, one hand gripping the edge as he took a deep, shaky breath. “You should have told me,” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorway. “When? Between the seven a.m. exits and nine p.m. returns? Or maybe during the three seconds you spend pretending I don’t exist?”

Rafe spun around at that, his eyes blazing with something between anger and desperation. “Do you think this is easy for me?” he snapped, his voice rising slightly. “I’ve been trying—” He stopped himself, shaking his head as he looked at your belly again, his words catching in his throat.

You let out a soft, bitter laugh, resting a hand on your bump. “Well, congratulations, Rafe. Your avoidance plan didn’t work. It’s your problem now, whether you like it or not.”

Rafe's hands gripped the counter tightly as he turned to look at you, his chest heaving.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a hand down his face. Slowly, his gaze drifted to your belly again, his lips parting slightly as the weight of it all finally sank in. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, almost imperceptible at first.

"I'm gonna be a dad," he said, more to himself than to you.

You blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. "Wait-you're not mad?" you asked, your voice softer now, as if you didn't quite believe it.

"Mad?" Rafe looked up at you, his expression a mix of disbelief and something darker, hungrier. "Why the hell would I be mad?"

Your brows furrowed, unsure how to process this sudden shift in him. "I-I don't know. Maybe because your wife doesn't know?"

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you. "I don't care about that right now. Fuck, you've been walking around for months-plump, full of my seed-and I didn't even get to see it?" His voice dropped, thick with lust as his eyes dragged down your body, lingering on the curve of your belly.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Rafe's hands were on your hips, pulling you toward him. He knelt slightly, one palm coming to rest gently on your bump as if to steady himself. His lips parted, and his eyes darkened as the tension he'd been avoiding for months snapped.

"Turn around," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. When you hesitated, he gently guided you, his movements careful and deliberate, ensuring your stomach wouldn't press against the counter.

You gasped softly, your hands bracing against the cool surface as you heard the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by the slow zip of his pants. His warm hands slid up your thighs, lifting your dress and hooking your panties to the side.

The cool air against your slick heat made you shiver, but the sensation was short-lived as the head of his cock dragged through your folds, teasing you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his tip against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"You don't know how long l've been wanting to do this."

"Rafe," you whimpered, one hand reaching back to grab at his neck, pulling him closer.

Your lips hovered inches apart as he teased you, his breathing hot against your skin.

"We've gotta be quick," you whispered, a mix of urgency and anticipation in your voice. "There's a party going on, and I'm the guest of honor."

His lips quirked into a smirk, his hand sliding around to press against your lower belly protectively. "Quick, huh?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Then let's make it count."

With that, he thrust into you in one smooth motion, both of you biting back groans at the overwhelming sensation. His hand stayed steady on your stomach as he moved, careful yet desperate, each thrust bringing months of pent-up tension to the surface. The world outside the kitchen disappeared as you both lost yourselves in each other, the risk of being caught only fueling the fire.

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outerbanksworld · 10 months ago

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

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bbycowb0y · 2 months ago

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being rafe cameron's baby

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heartsforrafecam · 4 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)

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starkeyslibrary · 28 days ago

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FALLING OUT OF FRAME | Part 3

pairing: you x drew starkey

The night Drew came back from his so-called “night out with the boys”, the tension was thick in the apartment. The sound of the front door creaking open felt like a bomb going off. You had been sitting on the couch for the last hour, alternatives between staring at your phone and looking out the window, hoping that something – anything – would make the ache in your chest fade. But the pain only deepened, and as the door clicked closed behind him, your stomach churned in a mix for dread and anger.

Drew walked in, his usual confident stride slowing when he saw you sitting there. There was a slight hesitation in his step, a quiet sign that he knew something was off. His eyes immediately darted to you, a mix of concern and something else that you couldn’t quite read. But the moment he stepped further into the room, your frustration broke free.

You didn’t even give him a chance to greet you, the words spilling out before he could say a word. “You’re late,” you said, your voice flat but filled with an edge he hadn’t heard in a long time.

Drew stopped in his tracks, glancing at his watch. “I told you, it was just a night out with the guys. Nothing big.” He said, his tone light, almost too casual. But you saw right through it. His words didn’t feel genuine anymore. You had heard the excuses before, and they were getting old.

You stood up, not wanting to be so passive about it anymore. “A night out with the guys? Really? That’s what you’re going with?” The bitterness in your voice caught you off guard, but there was no going back now.

Drew looked taken aback by the sharpness in your voice. “What’s going on, y/n?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “You’ve been acting strange ever since you saw those photos.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, unable to contain the words that had been bubbling up inside for days. “Yeah, I saw the photos, Drew. You and Odessa. Out in public again. Walking around like everything is fine. What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He opened his mouth to explain, but you didn’t give him the chance.

“No. Don’t you dare try to explain it away. I’m not stupid. I can see exactly what’s going on.” You could feel the anger rising in your chest, a mix of hurt and frustration that you couldn’t keep bottled up any longer. “You’re out with her, looking all cozy, like she’s the one you want. Not me. And I just … I don’t get it. You told me it was all fake, just for the cameras, but I can’t keep pretending that I believe you.”

Drew’s face hardened, and the disappointment in his eyes stung more than anything. He took a deep breath, clearly trying to keep his cool, but you saw the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clenched into fists.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re making something out of nothing. It’s just part of the job, I swear. She’s just a co-star, and this is all for publicity. You know that. I thought you understood that.”

“Understand?” you laughed bitterly, but the sound came out more like a sob. “You think I understand? You think I’m supposed to just sit here and watch you with her while pretending like everything is fine? No, Drew. I can’t do that. I can’t keep pretending that this isn’t hurting me. That I’m not losing you, piece by piece.”

Drew stepped closer to you, his expression softening as if trying to reach you, but you were too far gone. Too far past the point of no return.

“I’m trying okay?” His voice cracked slightly, and for a moment, you thought he was being honest, but it didn’t change anything. “I’m trying to make this work, but this whole thing is a mess. I never wanted it to be like this.”

You shook your head, feeling the sting of his words like a slap across your face. “Make it work? How do you expect me to trust you when I see you out there with her, smiling like nothing’s wrong? How do you expect me to keep believing you when I know that every word you’ve said about us was just... just a lie?”

Drew’s face darkened at your accusation, his voice rising as the frustration that had been simmering inside him for days boiled over. “I’m not lying to you, Y/N! I never wanted this to happen either, but this is the way things are right now. I’m doing what I have to do, for both of us.”

“For both of us?” you scoffed, the tears that had been building in your eyes finally breaking free. “This is for you, Drew. It’s always been for you. For your career, for your image. And I’m just supposed to sit here and be okay with it? You’re asking me to pretend like I’m okay with being second to her, to everything you’re doing for the cameras. You know what, Drew? I can’t do that anymore. I’m done pretending.”

There was a long, tense silence between you, both of you staring at each other as if trying to make sense of the chaos you had created. Drew ran a hand through his hair, his expression pained but you were beyond caring. You had tried so hard to hold on, to believe him and in what you had, but every day felt like a betrayal.

You stepped back, your voice barely a whisper. “I can’t trust you anymore, Drew. Not after everything. You’ve lied to me over and over, and I don’t even know who you are anymore. I’m not going to keep living in this lie, this lie that both of you have created for the world.”

Drew looked like he was about to say something, but instead, he just closed his eyes, the weight of your words crashing over him. He didn’t speak for a long moment, and for the first time, you realized he was just as lost as you were. But that didn’t change the fact it was too late.

Without another word, you grabbed your jacket, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t know where you were going, but you couldn’t stay in that apartment with him. Not like this. You needed space, you needed to breathe.

You walked the streets aimlessly, tears still wet on your cheeks as the cold air bit at your skin. Every step felt like a weight, each one dragging you further from the man you thought you knew. The city lights flickered in the distance, but they did nothing to brighten the darkness in your heart.

You didn’t even know how far you had walked until you found yourself standing in front of a quiet park by the water. The silence felt both comforting and unbearable, as if the world around you had completely disappeared. You collapsed onto a bench, hugging your arms to your chest to stave off the cold, but it did little to ease the storm inside of you.

The moments from earlier replayed in your mind – the fight, Drew’s words, your own pain – and all you could do was sit there and feel the weight of it all.

That’s when the flash of camera lights caught your attention.

At first, you didn’t react, too numb to care about the photographers who had followed you. But then, the flashes intensified. You wiped your face quickly, but it didn’t stop them. The tears you had tried to hide were now on full display, and you felt like your privacy, your pain was being exposed to the world.

“Y/N! Over here! A little smile for us!” A photographer called out, but you couldn’t. You didn’t have the strength to smile, not when everything felt so broken.

Your heart thudded in your chest as more flashes went off, capturing the raw emotion on your face – the hurt, the betrayal, the confusion. You could hear their voices, the jarring sound of camera clicks, as they shouted for you to look at the camera. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to perform for them. Not anymore.

You turned away, trying to escape their prying eyes, but you knew it was futile. The pictures will be everywhere tomorrow. The world would see you in this vulnerable state, and it felt like another punch to the gut.

You couldn’t stop the tears now. You couldn’t stop the feeling of being exposed, of being broke, of being so utterly alone in a world that seemed to move on without you.

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khaibdl · 2 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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argument // one shot

drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: activities after argument.

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words: ~1,6k

tropes: relationship (slight dom!drew)

warnings: smut18+, oral (f and m receiving), spanking, choking, cum play, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talk (degradation, praise), edging (slight), hair pulling, slight size kink

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“i’m sorry baby.” he placed his hands on your waist, standing behind you. his chin rested on the top of your head.

“mhm.” you nodded, not really interested after argument. his hands started going up and down your waist.

“i love you.” he said, knowing exactly what he have to do so you can forgive him. he grabbed your hair with one hand, exposing your neck. he leaned down and his lips started pressing small kisses on your neck. your head tilted to the side to give him space. he smiled into the skin on your neck and his kisses changed from small and sweet to needy and open-mouthed.

“Drew.”

“y/n.” he mumbled against your skin, making you shiver. you hated and loved at the same time, how he knew what to do every time when you were pissed. your breath went heavier when he started sucking and nibbling on sensitive flesh. he turned you around so you were facing him. he tilted your chin up to look you deep into your eyes. “i said i love you, sweetheart.” you only bite inside of your cheek. his other hand gripped your waist tighter. “come on, don’t be mad, pretty please.”

“this is the last time you’re talking to me like that, understood?” you said, looking into his eyes. he smiled and nodded, leaning down to peck your lips few times.

“i’ll make it up to you now.” he muttered against your lips before grabbing your thighs and lifting you up. your legs wrapped instinctively around his hips. your hands went to cup his cheeks and you kissed him. he kissed you back immediately, going with you into the direction of your shared bedroom. your back hit the door when he closed it behind you and your kiss started to get more heated. he slid his tongue between your lips, swirling it around yours slowly. your hand went immediately on the back of his head, making him groan into your lips. he slowly made his way to the bed, placing you on it gently. he quickly took off your dress, leaving you only in black laced lingerie. his eyes were dark with lust. “god, look at you. so beautiful and only mine.” he traced your curves with his large hands. his fingers teasing slightly your nipples through lace.

“fuck.” you gasped quietly, observing his every movement. he hovered over you on the bed and his lips started kissing your neck. your head immediately tilted back and when he bite your neck, definitely leaving a mark with his teeth, you moaned loudly.

“such a beautiful noises you make, you’re my good girl, baby.” he gasped into your neck, going with his kisses down your chest. he quickly took off your bra. his lips wrapped around your nipple, biting it gently. you arched your chest towards him, moaning softly. he was going down with his kisses, reaching the hem of your panties. he slowly slid it down your legs, kissing your inner thighs after that. he chuckled softly. “my favorite meal just in front of me, how lovely.” after this words his tongue licked you from your entrance to your clit. you arched your back and moaned. “stay still baby.” he mumbled into your core and his hands gripped your hips to keep you steady. his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it. your breath became heavy.

“jesus, Drew.” you gasped. his one hand stayed on your hip and other one went under his chin, teasing your entrance with two fingers. “please.” you whined. he moaned into your pussy and his fingers slid inside you, making you moan even louder. his tongue flicked over your clit and his fingers started pumping in and out in that perfect curve. he kept up the slow pace for a moment and then he started moving it faster and faster with each second. you were squirming and moaning on the bed from pleasure. “god, baby, yes, just like that, fuck!” you gasped. your hands gripping sheets tightly. he was moving his fingers so fast and you were already so close. “i’m gonna come.” you panted. after his few movements you started clenching around his fingers with loud moan, but he didn’t stopped his pace. you were trembling from overwhelming feeling. “Drew what are you-“ he finally slowed down and he pulled out his face and fingers from your core. his chin was glistening from your juices. he licked his fingers clean and smiled slyly.

“nothing babe, my mom taught me to always finish my meal. so respectfully, but i love seeing you trembling like that.” he kissed place just above your pussy with wide grin. your legs were still shaking slightly but you managed to sit on the edge of the bed. you looked up at him and you started unbuckling his belt.

“fuck my mouth.” after you unbuckled it your fingers found button of his jeans. his eyes darkened, looking down at you.

“you don’t have to tell me twice.” he muttered, quickly taking his jeans off along with his boxers, freeing his huge cock. he was already painfully hard. his shirt went down on the floor with the rest of the clothes as well. he stepped closer to you, looking down at you. his hand went on your chin, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “open wide you fucking slut.” and you opened, just like he told you to. “good girl.” he praised, lining yourself with your opened mouth. his hands grabbed both sides of your head, sliding his cock into your mouth. he started slowly, but not for long. “taking me whole like a whore, not even gagging when i’m fucking your throat so deep.” he panted, going faster. you could feel his tip hitting back of your throat, curving down sometimes. you were breathing through your nose, looking up at him this whole time. “my fucking god, y/n. so good for me, you have no idea how good you look when i’m fucking your mouth like that.” he gasped, moving his hips even faster. “gonna come baby.” he looked down into your eyes, moaning. after his few thrusts you could feel your mouth filling with his cum. he stopped, his dick twitching inside your mouth. “now spit it on my cock and lick it clean you fucking cunt.” you started covering his length with his sperm from your mouth and when you were done, you started licking it clean, swallowing this time. “you’re such a good girl, looking so pretty like that.”

“thanks babe.” you smiled after you sucked him clean. he leaned down to peck your lips few times. his hand went to stroke himself.

“now on your hands and knees, bet you’re fucking dripping again from sucking me like that.” he muttered. you went just like he asked, on the edge of the bed. he stood behind you, lining himself with your entrance. his tip pressing against your slit. “so fucking wet.” he gasped, sliding his dick inside you. “you’re so tight, wrapping around me perfectly.” he went fully, groaning.

“fucking god, you feel so good.” you moaned, gripping sheets. he placed his hands on your hips and he started moving in and out fast.

“fucking slut, swallowing my whole dick with your pussy.” he panted, slapping your ass hardly, causing your loud moan. he was moving so fast and so deep that it felt like you could feel it in your stomach. his hand went to grab your hair, pulling it hardly. his other hand giving you another slap. “just like that, you have to tell me when you’ll be about to come, understood?” he asked, thrusting faster and rougher.

“yes.” you managed to gasp breathlessly. your moans were filling the room along with sounds of slapping flesh.

“that’s what i like to hear.” he gasped, pulling your hair harder. his other hand went to your hip to grab it tightly.

“fuck, i’m gonna come Drew.” you moaned and he immediately pulled out his dick, letting go of your hair as well. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“wanna see your pretty face when you come, turn on your back baby.” he said. you turned around and he went on top of you, sliding back into your core. you moaned when he started moving fast again. his one hand on your hip and the other went around your neck, pressing your pulse points. your eyes rolled back from pleasure. “say you love it when i’m choking you.”

“i love when you’re choking me.” you gasped, clenching at his cock already.

“fuck, i need you to come y/n.” he panted, applying more pressure. you nodded breathlessly.

“jesus fucking christ!” you moaned and your whole body arched as you finished. your walls clenching around him tightly. he moaned loudly and you could feel him painting your inside walls with hot sprouts.

“fuck, babe!” he panted, slowing down his movements. his dick twitching inside you, emptying himself completely. he pulled out, looking down at your pussy. when his cum started dripping outside he pushed his finger inside you, causing it staying inside. he leaned down to your lips, placing soft kiss. “i love you so much baby.”

“i love you too.”

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