#desperate for drew starkey

[starkeyisthelastname]

it wouldn’t be paris without a little passionate sex. ⭐️

He’d have you in his lap, his large hands squeezing your hips roughly as you desperately worked yourself on his thick cock. He filled you up in ways that left you a crying mess, his name falling from your lips over and over. “Drew… Drew…” You whimpered, burying your face into his shoulder blade as he began helping you move up and down. He groaned into your sweet neck, the feeling of your tight cunt squeezed around him had his head spinning.

“Look at me baby. I wanna see you.” He breathed out heavily, voice low against your skin as he pulled his head back to see your pretty face.

You lifted your head up, barely glancing at the beautiful view of Paris as you would rather look into ocean eyes. Your hand came up to the back of his head, yanking at his soft hair to have him close as possible. He let out a breathless laugh, amused by the beauty you were and how good he could make you feel. “That’s my girl. All fuckin’ mine.” He told you firmly, his grip on you even tighter as he thrusted upwards.

Your nails dug into his scalp, making his hair even more messy while your pretty eyes started having trouble staying open. The hand running down your back to give you a rough smack on the ass had your pussy fluttering around his thickness. His words made you fall apart, as he looked directly at you through hooded lids.

“Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your beautiful face when you fuckin’ cum.”

[mobius-m-mobius]

The difficulty is to convince someone else he is really part of you.

DANIEL CRAIG and DREW STARKEY in QUEER (2024), dir. Luca Guadagnino

[starkeyisthelastname]

can we get some shower sex with drew 🤭🤭

yes please on this 😍💦

Your hands were pressed against the wet tile, desperately trying to hold onto something as Drew pounded into you from behind. He felt huge, sliding in and out of your drenched hole with heavy thrusts. One of his massive hands was tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip while he whispered dirty shit in your ear. He knew how much you loved his voice and let it vibrate against your sweet skin while he fucked you. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.” He rasped out, his broad frame pressed against your back.

The water made your bodies slick, Drew’s hold only growing stronger the harder he went. Your eyes began to roll back, your lower stomach fluttering as he hit your sweet spot over and over with his thick cock. You felt yourself growing weak, having trouble keeping yourself upright as he fucked you against the shower wall. You felt his other hand come down from your head, now grabbing your hips to keep you where he wanted. “You can take it baby, don’t fucking run from me.” His tone making you shiver.

You were close and he knew it by the way you were clenching around him. He would tease you, pulling his cock out to leave you empty only to shove it back in and wrap a hand around your throat. “You got daddy going sweet girl, can’t fucking get enough of your beautiful goddamn self.” He mumbled in your ear, scruff tickling your skin as he let go of your neck to bring two thick digits up to your mouth.

“I-I’m cumming.” You gasped around his fingers, his cock still drilling your sweet hole. Your pussy fluttered, head falling back against his shoulder as he talked you through it, holding back his own nut so that he could give you another round.

[starkeyisthelastname]

this about took me 😩

Drew Starkey - Interview Magazine

[confusedfloralanduhodd]

me coded

[crowleysfall]

y’all don’t understand i need to see the queer movie so badly and it isn’t playing anywhere near me this is so incredibly sick and twisted

[coquetteletters]

Pls drop Rafe fic recommendations that are based on events from the show 🙏🏻any fic that has actual plot points and events from the show like El Dorado or the entire Cross scenario etc.

[starkeyallure]

imagine you and drew at coachella and have such a moment dancing up agaisnt each other his tongue in your mouth - iiiiiiii myyyuu braaaduiin shorrty curcccvitin

i need that man more than i need air

[rafecameronssl4t]

PLS SEND THRU ANY RAFE CAMERON X THORTON!READER REQUESTS ❤️❤️

[starboymuse]

let me fuck

[starkeyisthelastname]

the way i would love to sit in his lap rn 😩

[rottin6]

i would look so good on his arm

[cameronsbabydoll]

DREW STARKEY X YOUNGER!DITZY!READER where drew fans are like there’s no way that drew and her fuck she’s to ditzy. And in reality half the time when he’s in her she’s gets very distracted if she’s on top.

people online have opinions.

lots of them.

you don’t read comments anymore—drew doesn’t let you—but you hear the whispers.

you know what they say.

you know what they think.

and if you’re being honest... it’s not that far off.

because half the time you’re riding him—pretty and pink and pouty on top—you get distracted.

like, easily distracted.

you’ll be bouncing and gasping and making those desperate little sounds he loves, and then suddenly you’re gasping for a whole different reason, leaning down to touch the gold chain around his neck like you forgot what you were doing.

"baby," he grits out, fingers digging into your hips, "focus."

but you’re too busy giggling and asking where he bought the necklace.

or telling him you like his hair pushed back like that.

or playing with his fingers when he tries to guide you faster, completely oblivious to how he’s dying underneath you.

he always lets out this choked-off laugh, somewhere between wrecked and obsessed.

because nobody gets under his skin like you do.

nobody makes him lose his mind the way you do—smiling down at him, glossy lips parted, like you don’t even realize you’re the prettiest, sweetest, dumbest little thing to ever sit on top of him.

"fuck," he rasps, eyes heavy, "you’re so cute i can’t even be mad."

and you just beam at him—proud of yourself—before forgetting to keep moving altogether, too busy tracing the veins on his arms with glittery nails.

outside the internet screams.

inside his bedroom, you’re making him fall apart without even trying.

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

MILLION REASONS

rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: rafe cameron’s fear of love/commitment pushes y/n away—until he realises losing her is far worse. desperate, he finally confesses his feelings and gives her a reason to stay.

based on this ask !! this was so cute but so sad and angsty and i love it :’) thank you for requesting anon and i hope it’s what you asked for <3

(check out my other drew starkey & rafe cameron works here !!)

WARNINGS: angst w/ a fluffy ending, cursing, arguing, rafe & reader crying, rafe literally begging on his knees, angsty love confessions, fears of commitment/love, rafe’s insecurities :((, sad!rafe, mentions of ward (bitch ass). (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

THIRD PERSON +

The soft hum of the cicadas filled the thick summer air as Y/N leaned against Rafe’s porch railing, watching the way the sun melted into the ocean. The evening was warm, carrying the scent of salt and bonfires, but an undeniable chill sat in her chest. She swirled the condensation on her glass of whiskey with her fingertip, gaze drifting toward the open door behind her.

Rafe was inside, slouched on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, but she knew his mind was elsewhere; like it always was.

It had been like this for weeks now. No labels. No real conversations about the future. Just a limbo of stolen moments, soft touches, and nights tangled up together, pretending like nothing outside their little world existed. But that wasn’t enough, not anymore.

Y/N took a deep breath and turned back toward him, stepping inside. “Hey,” she said softly, standing by the couch.

Rafe glanced up, his blue eyes flickering with something unreadable before he set his phone down. “Hey.”

She hesitated for a second, then sat beside him, close enough that their knees brushed. “I got a call today,” she started, her voice carefully neutral. “About a job.”

Rafe nodded, waiting for her to continue, but there was something stiff in his posture, something defensive.

“It’s the one I told you about. The uh, the one in Florida,” she continued, watching him closely. “They offered it to me.”

There it was. The slight shift in his expression. It was subtle—just a flicker of something in his eyes, the faintest tightening of his jaw—but she caught it.

“That’s… great,” he said after a moment, voice measured. “You worked your ass off for that.”

A part of her deflated at the way he said it. Like it was any other piece of news. Like it didn’t affect him at all. She fought the urge to look away, to retreat. Instead, she pushed forward, just a little.

“Yeah,” she murmured, fingers tracing the hem of her shorts. “It’s just… if I take it, I’d have to move.” She glanced up at him, searching for something—anything—in his expression. “I don’t know if I want to leave the Outer Banks. Not if I have a reason to stay.”

Rafe’s stomach twisted violently. His grip on his thigh tightened as his breathing shallowed. This was it—the moment he should tell her that he was her reason. That the thought of her leaving made his chest ache in a way he didn’t understand. That he had never let anyone in before, but he wanted to try for her.

But instead, panic took hold.

“Then you should take it,” he said too quickly, too flatly.

Y/N stilled. Her heart dropped to her stomach, fingers curling into her palm as she forced herself to swallow the lump in her throat.

“Right,” she said quietly, nodding. “Yeah. I guess I should.”

Rafe saw it—the way her expression flickered with something broken before she schooled it into indifference. He wanted to reach for her, to take it back, but the words caught in his throat like razor blades.

She stood abruptly, brushing imaginary dust from her jeans. “I should go.”

His pulse hammered. Say something. Tell her to stay. Tell her she’s the only thing that makes you feel sane.

But his lips stayed sealed.

Y/N lingered for just a second, almost like she was waiting for him to stop her. When he didn’t, she nodded to herself, jaw clenching.

“See you around, Rafe,” she murmured before turning on her heel.

He didn’t move. He just sat there, listening to the sound of the front door opening and closing behind her.

—

The second Y/N slid into her car, the first tear fell. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles went white, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

She had been stupid to hope.

She wiped at her cheeks angrily, but the tears kept coming. She had given him the chance—the opportunity to prove he cared, to show her that this thing between them meant something to him.

And he let her go.

The sob broke free before she could swallow it down, her forehead dropping against the steering wheel as her whole body shook. She had been so sure there was something real there, but maybe it had all been in her head. Maybe Rafe Cameron would never let anyone truly see him.

And maybe, she thought bitterly, she had just been another passing moment in his life.

With a shaky breath, she turned the key in the ignition.

She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew one thing for sure.

She wasn’t staying.

—

The days that followed Y/N’s departure from his house were nothing short of agonizing for Rafe. Every second that passed was filled with an unbearable weight pressing against his chest, suffocating him with regret.

He couldn’t eat. Could barely sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her walking away, saw the way her face crumbled right before she masked it with indifference.

It killed him.

He had been a coward.

Instead of telling her what she meant to him, he had let fear make the decision for him. He had let her leave, had given her permission to move on, all because he was terrified of what it meant to let her in—to truly let her see him.

The thought of her leaving the Outer Banks, of being in a different state, living a life where he wasn’t by her side, was unbearable.

And yet, he had told her to go.

Rafe’s hands shook as he sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor. He could feel the panic creeping up again, clawing at his throat. The same panic he had felt when she told him about the job offer, when he realised he could lose her.

Only now, it wasn’t just a fear. It was a reality.

She was leaving.

And it was all his fault.

—

Y/N wiped at her cheek in frustration as she stacked another empty box against the wall of her bedroom.

Packing up her life in the Outer Banks wasn’t easy, but it was necessary.

Or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

She had spent the last few days trying to distract herself—throwing herself into preparations, making lists, telling herself that this was an exciting new chapter.

But no matter what she did, her thoughts always drifted back to him.

To Rafe.

To the way he had just let her walk away.

To the way he hadn’t fought for her.

To the way she had given him the chance to stop her, and he hadn’t taken it.

He’d given her a million reasons to walk away, but all she needed was just one good one to stay—him.

A shaky breath left her lips as she sat on the floor, knees tucked to her chest as her eyes scanned the boxes scattered around her living room. She was so tired of crying over him, but her heart had other plans.

A loud knock at the door startled her.

Her brows furrowed as she stood, wiping at her face before making her way toward the front entrance. It was late. She wasn’t expecting anyone.

When she opened the door, the breath in her lungs vanished.

Rafe.

Standing in the pouring rain, his hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, his clothes drenched, his chest heaving.

But it wasn’t just that.

It was his expression.

He looked… broken.

His blue eyes, usually sharp and filled with some sort of cocky confidence, were desperate. Red-rimmed and filled with emotions she had never seen so plainly on him before.

“Don’t go,” Rafe rasped. His voice was raw, like he had been screaming, like he had been drowning.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening against the doorknob.

“What?” she whispered.

“Don’t go,” he repeated, stepping forward, eyes pleading. “Please.”

Confusion and frustration twisted inside her. “Rafe, you told me to take the job.”

“I know,” he choked out. His jaw clenched, his hands trembling at his sides. “I know, and it was the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”

Y/N let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to change your mind now that it’s too late.”

“It’s not too late,” Rafe said quickly, stepping closer. “Not if you stay.”

Y/N stared at him, anger bubbling beneath her skin. “Why, Rafe?” she challenged. “Why should I stay?”

He exhaled sharply, his fingers running through his wet hair. He was shaking, the rain dripping from his clothes, but he didn’t care.

“Because,” his voice cracked, “I love you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped.

He sucked in a breath, blinking rapidly as more words spilled from his lips.

“I love you, Y/N,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And that scares the absolute shit out of me.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Rafe let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Do you know how fucked up I am?” he asked, eyes glistening. “I don’t know how to love someone. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. My father never showed me how. After my mom died, everything just—” He exhaled sharply, clenching his jaw. “I’ve spent my whole life thinking that letting someone in was just setting myself up for disappointment.”

He took another step toward her, voice thick with emotion.

“But then you came along,” he whispered, his eyes softening. “And for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I had to hide. For the first time, I had something good—someone good.”

A tear slipped down his cheek, but he didn’t wipe it away.

“And I was too much of a coward to tell you.”

Y/N’s own vision blurred as she stared at him, her whole body trembling.

Rafe sucked in a shaky breath. “I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have to,” he said desperately, his voice cracking. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just please don’t leave me.”

And then he did it.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping the fabric of her sweatshirt like a man grasping onto the only thing keeping him from drowning.

“Please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t lose you. You’re the only thing in my life that makes sense. You’re the only thing that’s ever felt real.”

Y/N let out a quiet sob, her hands coming up to cup his face.

“You are not your father, Rafe,” she whispered through her own tears. “You are capable of love. It doesn’t have to be scary. It can be—beautiful.”

Rafe sucked in a sharp breath, his hands tightening around her like she might disappear at any second.

Y/N swallowed, her thumb brushing over his cheek. “I love you too.”

A quiet, broken sob left his lips as he pressed his forehead against her stomach, gripping onto her like she was his lifeline.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “I was so fucking scared.”

Y/N cradled him, running her fingers through his soaked hair. “I know,” she murmured. “But I’m here. I’m right here.”

And for the first time in his life, Rafe Cameron let himself believe that he was worthy of love.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

betty’s notes ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

this was such a cute one :’) i’m a sucker for angst with happy endings !! also soft!rafe is my absolute favourite, like him LITERALLY begging on his knees for a girl is so attractive😫

anyways i’m editing all the fics i’ve roughly written from requests that are like two weeks old, hence why i’m pumping out so many fics atm !! one request was like a month old and i felt HORRIBLE but i’m getting them all out now and i appreciate everyone’s patience <3

[chleem]

After the first date

One shot: singledad!drew starkey x younger!reader

Summary: after the first date with this 'perfect' guy, you head to his place for some mind-blowing sex. until...

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension, making out, talk of kinks, implied age gap (read at own caution

⋆.˚ don't copy or translate my work pls

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You couldn’t help yourself. 

The car ride over to his place was filled with sexual tension, that you and Drew knew couldn’t be ignored. 

Once the elevator door closes, you throw yourself onto Drew, lips locking in with his, in urgency. 

Drew, the blind date that your friend set you up with. 

You expected it to be some loser, because she always fails at finding the right guy for you. But to your surprise, Drew turned out to be incredibly charming. Yes, he was a bit older. But…he certainly didn’t look his age. 

The whole night, from the restaurant food, to the conversation topics, everything flowed perfectly. He was not only listening, but paying attention, and he had this kind of humor that fitted perfectly with yours. 

Perfectly. Is there a word more perfect than perfect? Because that’s how the date went. 

The date was perfect, which, was weird. 

There must be a catch to a perfect first date, right? But so far, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  

His back hits the wall with a thud, your arms wrapping around his neck to press yourself closer to him. 

You wanted him, and you showed him just that. 

He gasps into your mouth, surprised, and it takes a few seconds for him to relax under your touch. 

He kisses back, tender and slow compared to your desperate, passionate energy.

His lips are soft, but there's a certain intensity in how he deepens the kiss, allowing the moment to stretch, as if savoring each second. 

His hands roam around your back, feeling the material of your dress, as his breath mingles with yours. You do the same, hands running through his hair, then the back of his neck, then massaging gently on his shoulders. 

You can feel his heartbeat, steady and calm, as though he's slowly pulling you into his rhythm, balancing out the storm inside you with his quiet strength.

The elevator shakes quietly with each passing floor, and you could feel the hunger inside of you growing. 

It’s frantic, untidy, with no real rhythm—but it's genuine, filled with an undeniable sense of longing.

Too into it, it takes a few seconds for you to reopen your eyes after Drew pulls away, his mesmerizing blue eyes staring down at you.  

Still in each other’s arms, you mirror his expression, one of flushed cheeks, parted lips, and breathlessness. 

Ding. 

The elevator door opens, neither of you seems in a hurry to move, caught in the electricity of the connection you’ve just shared.

Ding.

Drew’s gaze never wavers from yours, and with a steady hand, he reaches out to stop the door from closing. 

Your eyes flicker to his lips, and you close your eyes, ready to welcome the softness of his lips again. 

Until, you hear a soft laugh escaping the air. 

You peek, and see Drew’s smile, soft yet playful. 

He leans in close to you, his nose ghostly brushing against yours.

“I don’t sleep- I don’t sleep on the first date.”

Ding.

You blink, the sudden shift in his tone pulling you back to reality. 

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, everything feels like it just...paused. You try to mask the disappointment that settles in, but it’s clear on the frown that’s creeping up your face.

Then…why did he bring you back to his place? 

Drew reaches for the button to keep the door from closing, his hand hovering just a bit longer than needed. 

“But-“ his hand comes up, brushing the hair away from your neck, “I’ll do it- I’ll break the fucking- fucking rule.”

A giggle escapes you when he finishes his sentence, your shoulders relaxing as his lips graze the skin there. 

It’s ticklish as he gently nibbles, lips traveling lower, lower, lower, ghosting over your cleavage. 

You let out a soft moan, hands tugging on his tie to take it off. 

...But it does the opposite. 

As your fingers tug, the tie tightens around his neck, pulling him just out of the rhythm you two had been in. 

Drew gasps, the sound surprising both of you, and he pulls away sharply, eyes wide for a moment as he catches his breath. 

You’re pushed away, panic coursing through your veins, as you realized you’ve probably just frightened him and ruined the chances of getting laid. 

“Shit- shit, I’m so sorry, shit-“

Ding.

Another reminder to get out the elevator. 

“I’m sorry,” you say again, hopeless as you watch his hand instinctively go to his neck, loosening the fabric with a quick movement. 

His eyes meet yours, and you prepare yourself for a deep scolding of some kind. 

Then, the corner of his lips curl up, the wrinkles around his eyes appearing, “kinks on the first date?”

You freeze for just a second, processing his words, then, laughter bubbles up between you two. You can’t help but chuckle—though it’s more shy than confident, a bit of heat creeping into your cheeks.

Drew’s arm comes up to the elevator door, his body leaning against it as an indication for you to step out. 

“I don’t know-“ you start, stepping out, feeling his presence behind you. 

The door shuts with a soft ding, and his footsteps match the click of your heels as you walk down the hall. “-I don’t mind choking. You?”

You take a quick look around—okay, okay, his apartment’s not that bad. The place looks sleek, modern, and way nicer than you expected.

Great. The perfect date, the perfect guy, perfect apartment, what could go wrong with this? 

You glance to your side, and a rush of butterflies hits you all at once—Drew’s already staring down at you. 

You don’t know if it’s the look itself or the blueness of his eyes, but it’s definitely something. 

You’re suddenly so aware of the words that just left your mouth; you’re playing a dangerous game right now. 

He licks his lips, and you feel the brief touch of his hand on your lower back, “spitting."

Nasty. Yet, you’re down for it. Down for this perfect man right here. 

You break eye contact, looking ahead of you as the two of you walked down the hall. And you don’t know why, but you’re intrigued to continue this conversation, “spanking.”

“Spanking? Receiving or…”

“Receiving,” you whisper, and then, he stops you at door 1104. 

You lean against the wall, watching the way he reaches into his pocket. You bite your lip, excited and anxious about his next words. 

Drew looks at you with that same smirk, a look that sends a wave of heat through you.

His eyes are unreadable for a moment, and then, he leans in. 

Your breath hitches as he towers over you, caging you close to the wall. 

Instinctively, you raise a hand, fingertips touching his loosened tie, then slowly unbuttoning his shirt. 

His lips are dangerously close to yours, and you relax your eyes, ready for a much needed, heated kiss, something more passionate that the one in the elevator. 

“Once I open the door…”

You hum, listening intently to Drew’s next words, voice now dropped to a low whisper. 

“We’re doing it- doing it on the counter…”

One of his hands slip underneath your dress, gripping the flesh of your thigh. 

A sharp breath escapes you, your back arching into him. 

“Gonna rip this dress off of you,”

His words come to an abrupt stop as lips come crashing into yours, eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait another second. 

You kiss him back immediately, your tongues mixing together once again. 

The sound of the door unlocking cuts through the air, and before you can even process it, you're swept off your feet. His arms wrap around you with effortless strength, lifting you off the ground, your body pressed against his.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you don’t dare to move away from his lips, too lost in the softness and wetness of them. 

You’ve never found yourself to enjoy kissing that much, yet, making out with Drew was electrifying, both of you fighting for control. 

The back of your thighs hit the cold kitchen counter, Drew’s hand forcing your legs apart. 

He stands between them, multitasking himself as his lips trail down your neck, a hand massaging your tits, the other snaking it’s way to your panties. 

You let out a soft groan as he bites down on your collarbone, your hands busy with his belt. 

But just as his hand cups your pussy over your panties, his belt falling to the floor with a hard thud,

A high-pitched scream echoes through the space. 

Both you and Drew’s movements come to a halt, and in a flash, he’s pushed himself away, and no man has ever got off of you any faster. 

“Shit-“

Drew rubs his face, fixing his shirt quickly, his eyes darting to what’s behind you, panic written all over his face. 

You’re still breathless, your mind hazy from your own horniness, but quickly the concern begins to creep in. 

What the hell was that scream? 

You push yourself off the counter, adjusting your dress, ready to ask him what’s going on, when-

“Ew, Dad! You bought a girl home?”

You turn your head sharply toward the source, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes lock onto the young girl standing in the doorway of one of the rooms. 

She…she looks a bit like Drew-

Wait- 

Dad???

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks as your eyes widen at her words. Drew is her dad? He’s a daddy? He- he has a daughter??

The room suddenly feels a lot smaller, and your stomach flips with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. 

The ‘perfect’ guy has a daughter. Your perfect date,…is a dad.

And as if it wasn’t enough, a young boy walks out from another room. 

You freeze, your heart pounding as he steps into view. Oh my god. 

He looks just like Drew, but a younger, chubbier version. 

"Why we screaming?” He asks, those familiar, piercing blue eyes glancing around, “Dad?”

The boy’s words hang in the air like a shot to your chest. 

Should you leave? Leave, leave, leave! Your brain shouts at you. 

“What- what are you doing here?” Drew finally speaks up, his voice having an edge of panic to it. He takes a step forward, and to your surprise, he steps in front of you, almost as if he’s shielding you from his kids.

Your heels allow you to peek over his shoulders, and you quietly stand behind him, unsure why you’re not bolting out the door. 

"Mom dropped us off," the young girl says casually. 

Mom???

Is he married? No way- 

You glance down at his left hand; no ring. Yeah, you remembered there was no ring on his finger. Plus, he didn’t mention anything about a partner…or kids. So…is he divorced? Split up? What- what’s going on? 

You could feel your brain frying as it scrambles to piece together the scene in front of you. 

"Mom dropped you off?" Drew asks, his voice tight with confusion and frustration. 

He steps out of the kitchen, moving in front of his daughter and son, his posture rigid, his eyes searching them both for some kind of explanation.

You’re left speechless, frozen in place, your mind still whirling with questions. You feel dizzy, almost disconnected from the scene unfolding before you.

What happened to…ripping your dress off?

What happened to…doing it on the counter? 

“Yeah- a few minutes ago,” his son answers. 

You watch Drew, your breath catching for a moment. 

He pokes his tongue against his cheek, a small, subtle movement, his eyes sharpening as he looks down at his kids. “Alright- um-“ Drew runs a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. His voice stutters out, “Give me a minute, okay?”

His kids exchange skeptical looks, then their eyes shift to you standing awkwardly in the kitchen. 

His daughter, with a knowing look, crosses her arms and says, “just not on the counter, please.”

Flush creeps on your cheeks, and you wished there was a hole to dig yourself into. 

A low chuckle escapes Drew, one that tells you he’s not surprised by his daughter’s attitude. The sound is almost amused, but there’s a hint of exhaustion in it, too.

"Get out of here, jeez,” he mutters, shaking his head as he waves them off, clearly over the whole thing.

His daughter rolls her eyes dramatically, but without saying another word, she turns, her brother trailing behind her, still casting curious glances your way.

As they disappear into their own bedrooms, the tension is slightly lifted, but only, replaced with awkward silence. 

The huge elephant sits in the room; what now? 

You both stand there, unsure of how to break the stillness. 

Drew rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit, his eyes darting from the floor to you.

You, who hasn’t moved in that short five minutes, fidget with your hands. 

"Look, I—“

"Hey, so I’m just—“

You both speak at the same time, your voices tripping over one another. 

Awkward chuckles stubbles out of you, and you place a hand over your mouth, signaling for him to start. 

“I- uh, wasn’t suppose to have them till tomorrow.”

You bite down on your lip, pushing your panicked thoughts aside to listen. 

Drew walks over, and stands on the other side of the kitchen counter. His blue eyes meet yours, and there’s a quiet intensity in his gaze that you can’t quite put your finger on.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out at first. His jaw clenches, his brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what to say.

“…but uh, yeah, that was, my kids,” his voice is barely above a whisper now. 

You look away from him, your gaze dropping to your hands, a nervous smile tugging at your lips. “They’re lovely,” you say, trying to lighten the awkwardness of the moment, though your mind is swirling with questions. 

Why didn’t he mention this? At any point tonight? Why didn’t your friend—who set up this date—say anything about him having kids?

Your smile falters just a little, as the questions gnaw at you. 

And he seems to read your mind- or, your body language. 

“I should’ve told you, earlier in the night.”

You raise your eyebrows in a 'yeah, you should’ve' way, your shoulders slouching slightly as you exhale, “not even after I told you I liked kids?” you mention, recalling that part during dinner.

He chuckles, the sound low and warm, a soft vibration that catches you off guard, pulling your attention back to him.

“Did you like those brats, then?” he teases, a playful glint in his eyes. You can’t help but notice the way he looks at you—half-serious, half-amused—like he’s testing how you’ll respond.

“Clearly got it from their daddy,” you joke, laughing softly afterward.

Drew raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, clearly pleased by your retort. “Oh? Daddy kink?”

“Oh- god no,” you immediately say, and that earns a laugh from Drew. 

As you watch his smile, listening to the sound of his laugh, you can’t help but wonder, what’s it like going out with someone’s daddy?

A…really hot one. 

Aw, fuck, that’s weird. 

Well… the fact that you’re still standing here and not sprinting off, says a lot. 

Before you can add anything more, Drew checks his watch, his expression shifting slightly. His eyes meet yours, and there’s a touch of apology in them.

“Y’know, if the kids weren’t here…”

He walks around the counter, stepping beside you, his voice dropping to a low whisper, “you’d definitely be screaming into my pillows right now."

You immediately feel your face heat up, biting your lip to hold back the sudden rush of nervousness. Gosh, he’s good….probably why he has two kids. 

You shake your head lightly, almost as if to shake those thoughts off, and then you manage to say, “Your original plan, right?”

Drew’s lips twitch into a half-smile, his eyes still locked on you, but there’s something deeper behind them now. “Yeah,” he says, his voice low, the implication clear, “the original plan.”

The words hang in the air, but then you quickly break eye contact, your voice a little shaky as you respond.

"But uh— I should get going.”

He steps forward, a sudden urgency in his voice as he says, “Wait, lemme drive you—”

“No, I got it,” you interrupt, voice steady. 

He’s a bit taken back by it, but he nods slowly, "Okay... okay, well, at least let me walk you downstairs.”

You shake your head quickly, “no- no.”

“C’mon, please, y/n.”

It’s the way he says your name—gentle, coaxing—that makes your heart race again, and you couldn’t help it, “fine.”

His blue eyes light up instantly, that spark of relief and something else flickering across his face.

Drew steps aside, opening the door for you, leaning against it.

You could feel him staring down at you when you passed by him. 

And as you walk down the hallway with him, you find yourself lost for words. 

You’re still fixated on the fact that your perfect date is a dad. 

With two kids. 

Fuck. 

Did that make him even more perfect? Or the opposite?

You…you really don’t know. 

“You, you okay?” Drew asks, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah- yeah, I’m fine.”

He presses the button once you reach the elevator door, and you can’t help but feel self-conscious as the two of you wait for it to arrive.

You keep your eyes focused on the top screen, watching the floor the elevator is currently on. 

Then, you feel a heavy fabric drape onto your shoulders, and when you turn toward Drew, your hands brushing against the cloth, you realize he's given you his suit jacket.

“Oh—thanks,” you say, surprised. You can’t quite tell if it’s the warmth of the jacket or the gesture itself that’s making your heart race again.

Drew smiles, the wrinkles around his eyes appearing again. 

Ding. 

You step in the elevator with Drew. 

Ding.

He presses the button for the first floor, his shoulder brushing against yours as you stand close to him.

You can’t help but glance at him, at the side of his face, your mind flooding with the memories of a few minutes ago, of making out in this exact elevator. 

But with the way he keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, eyes staring ahead, that controlled stillness about him, you realize he's not going to make a move.

He’s not gonna initiate another kiss in the elevator. 

A kiss that might escalate to a full blown make-out session. 

A make-out session that might be better than the last one you shared-

“Mph!”

Drew suddenly turns around, hands cupping your face as his lips crash into yours. 

You stumble slightly, the jacket falling off your shoulders as you melt into him, letting instincts take over. 

He kisses you, as if your lips are what keeps him alive. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling against him as you savor the way his lips taste. Sweet, soft, and intoxicating, things you wouldn’t expect a first date to taste like. 

Let alone, a dad. 

Your tongue sloppily thrusts into his, while you find his growing rougher by the second. 

Shit, he’s a good kisser. 

Ding.

The elevator door opens, and a soft gasp is heard. 

You furrow your eyebrows, pulling away from Drew. 

Behind him, you see an elderly woman, her hands gripping a bag of groceries, her eyes wide in surprise.

Great. The second- third person to catch you making out with Drew. 

He follows your gaze, turning his head. His shoulders drop when he sees the elderly woman, and you quickly pull his hands off your face. 

“Hi,” you whisper to her, before rushing past her, mostly due to embarrassment. 

“Hi, uh, hey, Ms Jones,” you hear Drew call out, his voice slightly hushed. 

Upon hearing footsteps following behind you, you slow down, trying to steady your breath.

“That was Ms Jones,” Drew whispers to you, and then, you feel the same fabric drape over your shoulders again. He steps a little closer, his voice low, “yeah- sorry about that.”

“About what?”

“That- uh, that,” his eyes flicker to your lips again. 

“That kiss?” 

The building’s front door opens by itself, and you step out, pulling out your phone to call an Uber. 

 “No- the interruptions.”

Interruptions. Plural. 

A smile spreads on your face as you look down at your phone, fingers coming to a halt. 

“I told you, my original plan.”

An Uber coming your way, just around the corner. 

You look up, meeting his blue eyes that seem to reflect every thought he has, raw and unguarded.

“I know,” you tell him, before adding, “besides, you’ve got my number.”

He chuckles, “yeah, I- I do.”

“So do the plan next time.”

“I know- I’ll definitely…definitely do you next time.”

You look away, a bit shy under the intensity of his eyes and words. 

“So call me,” you say, looking ahead, and you hear a chuckle from him. 

“I will.”

“You will?”

“Yeah. Will…will you answer?”

“Depends. Will you be alone?”

“Of course,” he says, his voice a little quieter now. 

Then, the headlights of a car approach, and you start to shrug off his jacket, but he stops you.

“Keep it,” he says, his voice soft but insistent. “Gives me a reason to see you again.”

“You need a reason to see me?” you ask, teasingly with your eyebrows raised.

“...No,” he chuckles, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laugh, but you keep the jacket on. 

“Call me,” you whisper again, as he opens the car door.

His hand hovers over the top of the car as you settle in, and he leans down, his face inches from yours.

“I don’t know… isn’t there a rule to wait three days?”

You roll your eyes, your own lips betraying you as you smile, reaching to close the door. 

But then, he catches your hand, holding it for a second before saying, “it’s a promise.”

He lets go and closes the car door, stepping back. But he doesn’t break eye contact, holding it through the window.

You wave goodbye, and so does he, his smile lingering just a little longer.

The car starts to drive off, and even as it gets further away, you keep looking back, seeing Drew standing there, watching you go.

And when he gradually fades into the distance, you sit back, your hands coming up to touch your lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

This could either go perfectly right, or leave you a crumbling mess. 

Well, you might have to decide about that on the second date.

… Or when he calls.

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word count: 3.8k

࣪𖤐 a/n: hello??? i actually got very shy writing this, dad!drew is my fav T_ T

plus, this brown suit lives in my mind rent free

and yes, this piece might be a bit cringe but i like it, sue me

elevator | other

[rafesbbdoll]

self help . drew starkey

warnings: smut warning, squirting, cream pie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, masturbation (fem receiving), soft dom!drew, NOT PROOFREAD

wc . 1.4k

you knew that drew was a busy man; being an actor, going to interviews, going to fashions shows, and so much more. but there were times when you missed him all too much, and today was no exception. today he was out of your shared apartment, attending the SAG awards. you had seen countless photos of him online, and god you were fighting the urge. the way the suit looked on him, his haircut, the piercing, just him.

it was around 7 when he had finally returned home from the awards, walking into the familiar scent of your shared home. however, when he did enter, you were no where to be found. he did though, hear a faint noise coming from the bedroom, whimpers and moans sounded as he got closer. creaking the door open a little, he found you laying so prettily on the bed, your legs spread as your fingers moved in and out of your soaking cunt. your free hand was pinching your nipple, attempted to add to your stimulation. tears were rolling down your cheeks, upset that your fingers couldn’t reach like drew’s did. when you opened your eyes, you found drew standing at the door with a small smirk on his face. “you okay, baby?”

you shook your head, a small pout forming on your lips. you didn’t even care that you were naked in front of him, too desperate for his touch. “saw your photos at the award show, and just got desperate,” you frowned. he walked closer to the bed, now standing over you, where you sat on the edge. your sticky fingers reached for his hand, pulling it down to your wet heat, allowing him to feel. drew groaned, his fingers running over your slit gently before bringing his fingers back up to his mouth and giving it a taste. “all this for me? my needy girl,” he said bringing his lips to meet yours.

you immediately kissed him back, desperately as your hands found their place on his shoulders. his arms wrapped around your waist, laying you down gently on the bed. his lips trailed down to your jaw, sucking marks gently. "missed me, baby? just couldn't keep your hands to yourself," he murmured into your neck. you whined in response, your hips jumping up a little for any friction. he tutted, pinching the skin on your bare hips, "patience, baby."

he laid you down on the bed properly, you looking up at him with wide eyes, already drunk off of him. he took your legs, spreading them to make sure he fit in between, before taking a small lick on your clit. your thighs trembled slightly at that, your hand reaching down to hold his. his free hand found yours, intertwining the two before he sucked on your clit. your back arched as he continued his ministrations on you, he hand squeezing yours every time you whined out his name.

"you just needed daddy, isn't that right? so wet and it's all fa' me?", he said into you, moving his free hand to your opening. you shivered as you felt one finger pushing in, his hand that was holding yours moved to your hips to keep you still. you nodded at his words. "needed y-you so bad," you cried out, looking down at him as he added a second finger. his fingers knew all the ways to make you tremble beneath him, your thighs threatening to close as you got close.

his fingers found your g-spot with every thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. "i'm gonna cum," you whimpered, your eyes meeting his as his other hand moved to rub your clit. "come on, let go for me. you got it, princess," he responded.

he watched in awe as your body shook from your orgasm, squirting on his fingers as his pace didn't slow, making you whine. once your hand moved down to hold his wrist, he knew you were spent. he sat up, leaning over you to look at your fucked out expression. your eyes were glazed over, hair a mess, sweaty, but you still looked up at him with the sweetest gaze ever. "how you doing?", he asked gently, moving one of your hairs behind your ear. you nodded at him, one of your hands resting on his bicep. "good. still want more", you mumbled, tugging at his navy blazer. he nodded, kissing your cheek before sitting up fully.

he removed his blazer and dress shirt, revealing his toned body, making you blush every time. even though you and drew have had sex multiple times, he still makes you nervous. he removed his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, bobbing as it was released.

he crawled back over you, removing your shirt that still lingered on your frame, kissing your neck once it was gone. "prettiest girl ever," he murmured into your skin. you sighed, your fingers moving to his shoulders. he sat up on on elbow, his free hand moving your leg to get the position right. moving from your leg, his hand moved to his cock, pushing it closer to your entrance. "remember to breathe for me, alright?", he said, looking down at you. he knew you struggled with him on the first initial go, so he always took things slow for you.

you nodded, looking up at him. he began to pushing in slowly, your breathing coming out staggered as you looked into his eyes. "there you go. there you go, baby. breathe," he said, holding eye contact with you. you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out, his tip kissing your cervix. he leaned down, kissing your trembling lips to calm you down, his hand rubbing your thigh gently. "doin' so good," he said on your lips.

you gasped when he moved his hips slowly, the sound of skin slapping gently filled the room, making drew moan in your ear. you whined, moving your hips up to meet his thrust. drew chuckled lowly, watching your desperate act. "calm down, princess. i'll give it to you, but you know i have to go slow," he said. you hummed, "please, i need it." you wiped your teary eyes with your hands, your emotions taken over by drew as his hips picked up in speed.

your thighs trembled gently around him as his tip kissed your g-spot every time, making your back arch up to him. "you like that, baby?", he rasped, his pace faltering a bit when your walls clenched around him. you nodded, your nails moving to scratch his back, making him hiss. "yes, yes, yes!", you cried out. drew moved his hand down to your clit, making your shriek as his fingers pinched the bud. you attempted to move away, but he was stronger than you, keeping you in place as his pace quickened.

"nuh uh, take this cock. you were all desperate for it, now you're running?", he gritted through his teeth. you felt the tight knot in your tummy tighten as you gasped, blinking up at him. drew's eyes met yours, knowing that you were nearing your end, your eyes rolling back for a second. "gonna cum? cum on daddy's cock, baby," he said looking down at you. and with his words you did.

you tried to keep eye contact with him, but you failed, your eyes rolling back as your second orgasm hit.

your walls were gripping his cock like a vice, riding out your orgasm. you squirted again, for the second time that night, making your back arch off the bed. you knew he was coming close, the way his hips stuttered against yours. "f-fuck," he groaned in your neck as he painted with walls with his sticky release.

by the end of it, you were spent. thighs trembling, left over tears on your cheeks, but your satisfaction was fulfilled. you must've knocked out right after, you waking up in a warm bath with drew behind you. you blinked your eyes open, tilting your head back to look at him. "good morning, sleepyhead," he joked, kissing your forehead. you smiled gently, humming in response, "hi."

you were still a bit dazed from earlier, but you were content. "i take it you enjoyed the award show?", he asked after some moment of silence. you nodded, your hand playing with his." you just looked so good. i couldn't help myself," you simply said.

who wouldn't help themself?

HE LOOKED TEW GOOD I COULDNT