#drew starkey drabble

[lazysoulwriter]

off script - drew starkey.

Drew had known about her long before they met.

Not in the creepy, obsessive way—at least that’s what he told himself—but in the way you just knew certain people were meant to be stars. She was effortlessly stunning, an actress with that old Hollywood kind of beauty that made people stop and stare. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way she carried herself—graceful but never delicate, poised but never arrogant. And it was intimidating as hell.

Not because she was mean—God, no. She was actually really warm, really funny. But there was something about her, something untouchable, like she was always a step ahead of everyone in the room. It was in the way she laughed like she had some inside joke with the universe, how she always knew exactly what to say, how she could shut someone down with a single raise of her brow.

So yeah, maybe he’d had a thing for her before. Maybe he’d watched all her interviews, maybe he knew the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was thinking, maybe he’d seen enough pictures to know she had a scar on her wrist that she traced with her thumb when she was nervous. But that was from a distance. From behind a screen. From the safety of admiration, where he could pretend it was nothing.

Now?

Now he had to work with her. Every single day. And it was driving him insane.

He was so aware of her. Too aware. She got under his skin without even trying. The way she smelled—clean, something floral that lingered in his clothes when she got too close. The way she chewed on the tip of her pen when she was thinking. The way she stretched between takes, arms reaching over her head, shirt rising just enough to distract him completely.

It was unbearable. But the worst part? She had no idea.

She was effortlessly cool, all casual touches and soft laughs, nudging him when he made a joke, resting her chin on his shoulder when she read something off his phone. It was friendly. Easy. Normal. But to him? It was torture. He could barely get through a conversation without feeling like an idiot, without tripping over his words or forgetting how to breathe properly.

And she noticed.

“You good, Drew?” she asked one afternoon, tilting her head in amusement as they stood off to the side, waiting.

He blinked. “Huh?”

She smirked. “You look like you just blacked out for a second.”

“I—no. Just—uh—thinking.”

She narrowed her eyes. “About?”

He shrugged, clearing his throat. “Stuff.”

She smiled at him, slow and knowing. “Sure.”

That was the thing—she always knew. She caught the way he looked at her, the way he sometimes forgot to blink when she spoke. She felt it, the electricity between them, the way they moved around each other like magnets just waiting to snap together.

And then, it happened.

The kiss.

It wasn’t even supposed to be a big deal. Just another take, just another scene. But the moment she was in his arms, the moment their lips met, Drew felt it.

Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt. His hands slid up her back, pressing her impossibly closer. The world around them blurred, the cameras disappeared, and there was only this—only her, only the way her breath hitched against his lips, only the quiet little sound she made when he deepened the kiss.

“Cut!”

They didn’t move.

The director said it again, louder. Someone coughed.

She pulled back first, just an inch, just enough for him to see the way her lips were parted, how her pupils were blown wide. He was still holding her, his fingers flexing against the fabric of her shirt.

Slowly, she swallowed, eyes flickering with something unreadable. Then, in a whisper only he could hear—

“Drew.”

Just his name. Soft. Barely there.

And suddenly, everything was different.

[totalswag]

since it’s award season!!! can i request singer!reader winning a grammy and ofc she takes drew as her plus one. and the internet goes wild!!! watching them interact with eachother :))

grammy award winner ⎯ DREW STARKEY!

authors note you must’ve read my mind cause when i got immediate inspo for singer!reader at the grammys. i love writing singer!reader.

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summary attending the grammys with four nominations, performing, and bringing your handsome, supportive boyfriend along with you.

warning(s) cursing and bunch of cuteness

The Grammy's. The day you've been waiting for since you were a little girl sitting on the couch with your family watching some of your favorite artists perform. Now, you're blessed to say you're attending the Grammys with four nominations.

You're allowed to bring a plus one. Drew, your boyfriend, will be coming along with you. You wanted to repay him for bringing you to his events and bring him to the Grammy's. Plus, he's been talking about it non stop.

"Okay, plan is to have you walk out on the carpet first, take a few pictures, then have Drew come out" Your manager, Alysa, explains before signaling you to walk out.

You nod in agreement, gently squeezing Drew's hand, looking up at him⎯he's already looking at you with so much love and devotion. "I'm so proud of you baby, you got this, take a few deep breaths" he reassures you.

"Thank you baby, I really needed that" you smile.

You start by briefly taking photos on the carpet. You gesture Drew over for a few photos as you turn around. He stands tall and to your right. His left arm is fastened around your waist, and his thumb is gently rubbing circles to keep you calm.

You two stole everyone's hearts with your complementary outfits—elegance and love manifested. Every time you two attend an occasion, your wardrobe always complements or matches that of the other person.

You let out a giggle and moved in his direction, clasping hands, before he twirled you around in a playful manner. The genuine joy and pure devotion that radiated between you two was captured by the incessantly clicking cameras. He kissed you quickly on the temple as you sat back next to him.

He whispered, "I love you," in a voice reserved for you.

Your eyes gleamed as you gazed up at him. "You have my ultimate love."

The paparazzi were getting loads of video and camera footage of your little interaction.

By the time you arrived at the arena, you were taken backstage to prepare to play two of your most popular songs from your latest album. You've been working with your dance team on geography and making sure everything is flawless. There's an outfit change that alters the whole vibe.

Drew and your manager were in your changing room before the show, seated in the front of the stage. He wished you luck before Drew and Alysa took to the floor where everyone else was.

Chase, his co star on Outer Banks, is here attending with his girlfriend, Kelsey. Drew mentioned prior to leaving the dressing room they were gonna catch up.

"Good luck out there, you're gonna kill it out there, I love you baby," he says, embracing you with a gentle yet loving hug that makes you feel protected.

"I love you handsome."

Once it came time to performing, you stood on top of the stairs when the lights were placed on you. The first few chords sounded out, and the audience burst into cheers. So many things running through your mind on stage⎯you got this.

As your final song ended, the audience erupted in applause, giving you a standing ovation. You turned to face Drew, and there he was—on his feet, applauding swiftly whistling with his fingers, pride on his face.

For the viewers at home watching got to whiteness Drew's reaction after the performance. The way he looked at you was filled with so much emotion, love, and excitement. They were going crazy on social media.

Then came the awards. Your category was up, and the excitement was evident. Drew's fingers intertwined with yours under the table, causing your heart to race.

Best Pop Vocal Album Category.

“And the Grammy goes to…" The entire arena was on their toes as the card was being open.

"Y/N Y/L/N!”

Gasps and shouts erupted around you, but your thoughts went blank for a second, incredulity sweeping over you before Drew gently pulled you up. "It's you, baby. "Go get your Grammy."

Your jaw fell, free hand on your chest, searching your surrounds, unable to think or feel what was going on. You've won your first Grammy.

He walked you up to the stage, his support unwavering. He brings himselve back the table⎯giving you your moment to shine on stage. This moment is about you.

Taking a shaky breath, you accepted the award, emotions thick in your throat. Finally glancing up from staring at the award in your hand, "This… This is unbelievable," you began, peering out into the crowd. "I've dreamt of this moment my whole life, and I wouldn't be here without my incredible team, my fans, and the people who've supported me through everything."

Drew's eyes caught your attention amid the crowd, filled with unshed tears and pride. "And to my partner in crime, Drew, thank you for always believing in me and being my rock. "This is ours."

Drew placed his hand over his heart and nodded, sending a silent 'I'm very proud of you' your way.

After giving thanks to winning your award, you were guided back stage that trailed towards the front of the stage where the tables were. Drew's eye's were already on you when he could see you in his eye of vision.

He gets out of his chair, adjusts his tie, walks towards you, "my girl won her award tonight," and wraps his arms around you.

Trying to hold back your tears, you acknowledge in a hushed tone, "I fucking love you so much, and I love having you by my side throughout this entire process."

"And I love you more than you know; I'll be here every step of the way," he says, gently swinging your bodies side to side. The height gap between you two is rather noticeable.

As the show continued, there were more performances that were unbelievably beautiful no one could take their eyes off the stage. More awards were given out from different categories. You ended up winning two more awards from Album of the Year and Best Pop Solo Performance.

There are no words to describe how honored you feel after tonight. Everyone has been discussing the idea of an after-party following the Grammy Awards. After that, you can celebrate and spend time with Drew.

Fans couldn’t get over the interview of you backstage after the show with Drew by your side. He couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time as he smiled. You would put your right hand on his chest whenever you spoke about him.

fan33: can we please talk about the tears forming in drews eyes when y/n stood on stage?!? #boyfriendoftheyear

fan2: they fit each other so well I LOVE IT

fan7: this is what love looks like if y'all were wondering

fan22: alexa play that should be me 😔

fan10: DREW GET ON THAT KNEE NOW 🫵

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[snowluvvie]

ACTOR!DREW STARKEY meets FOXY!READER after her star-studded Coachella set ( only for like two, soaking wet seconds )

Coming down off the stage, the California sun beating down on your skin, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath—you felt like god.

Adrenaline still pumped through your veins from your Coachella set. You were fucking perfection, as usual, not one step out of place or note missed, and your ears still rang from the sound of the thunderous crowd when you'd taken your earpiece out for a half-second. Not to mention that you were dripping with water, thanks to the water bottle that had been poured on your head. Your glitzy shirt was soaked through and plastered to your chest, your bra clear as day through it, and droplets clung to your eyelashes still.

Your heels should've been unsteady against the dirt ground, but you were too good for that. Walking near the VIP area heading away from the stage, your stride was confident and fast as blood still roared in your ears and your heart pounded, tossing your hair and sending a spray of water flying.

"Hey! You were so amazing!"

A familiar voice makes you turn your head quickly, and you're met with the sight of a grinning Madelyn Cline standing on the opposite side of the barrier in VIP. The sight of her makes you let out a little squeal and hop to meet her, someone you knew was sweet as sugar, but that you never got to become as close as you wanted to be with. Still, she was literally like sunshine.

"Aaaah, careful!" You warned her with a breathless giggle as she went in for a hug, reminding her of your soaking-wet state. She laughed along with you and gave you an arms-length hug, though the warmth was still there.

"You've met my friends, haven't you?" Madelyn asked with a smile, gesturing behind her. Though you were in a rush to meet your manager, you weren't gonna brush her off.

Drew Starkey's eyes were practically popping out of his head at the sight of you—on the stage, moving the way you did, getting down, walking right by them and nearly right past them. Grateful couldn't even begin to describe how he'd felt when Madelyn had called out to you. Now, with you standing in front of him, he felt like his face was going numb—it could've been because the blood was rushing... somewhere else, though.

You can't remember which one of you offered your hand first to shake, only that when your eyes met and you started introducing yourself, it went on for entirely too long. "I'm Drew—and you were... amazing." It was like you were literally drowning in his eyes, like they were a shade of blue you'd never seen before. It was admirable that he kept looking at your face for as long as he did, with the sweat and water that dripped down your throat and the contours of your chest like a street sign pointing straight at your fully visible bra.

"Thank you so much for coming! I'll catch you later, swear!" Was the last thing you were able to hurriedly say, giving a wave and a big smile before running off in your heels to meet your team, who you were at least ten minutes late to see by now.

"You good?" Jonathan Daviss had goaded his friend as you disappeared around the corner, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Yeah... 'm kinda hard, but yeah."

Madelyn let out a drawn-out ewwwww and socked Drew on the arm, but it did nothing to dim the giant, hazy grin that had taken over his face.

[psformybss]

Can you do one where the public reacts badly towards Drew’s secret?fiancée? I know you have done a good one but can you do a bad one?

When the World Knew

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warnings: internet hate, secret relationship reveal, angst, emotional distress, comfort, death threats (mentioned), protective!Drew, hurt/comfort

an: fun fact i originally wanted to make the reveal angsty, actually wrote a few different versions of it and this one is one of them except more angsty than it originally was

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The day they got caught was golden.

Not metaphorically—actually golden.

The light, the laughter, the way the ocean curled around their ankles as they kissed. Teddy chased a gull down the shoreline. Drew held her hand like it was second nature, like no one was watching. Because they thought—hoped—no one was.

For a few sacred hours, it was just them and the surf. A soft kind of joy.

Until it wasn’t.

Until the picture hit the internet like a match to dry brush.

By morning, it was a fire.

By evening, it was an inferno.

And by the next day, it was war.

She hadn’t meant to check her phone.

She shouldn’t have.

But the moment she saw her face plastered across fan accounts, tagged in screenshots of that photo, the dread sank into her like a stone in water.

They had found her.

Not just her name—her Instagram. Her photos. Her old high school posts. Her graduation selfie with Drew’s arm around her waist. The blurry prom pic she forgot even existed.

And they ripped her apart.

Her DMs were flooded.

“You’ll never be enough for him.”

“He deserves better.”

“You’re ruining his career.”

“He could have any woman he wants, and he chose you?”

Then it got worse.

“Die.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“He’ll leave you. They always do.”

She locked her phone and sat in the silence of their bedroom, blinds drawn, heart thudding behind her ribs like a warning bell. Her skin itched. Her throat burned. She couldn’t tell if she wanted to scream or throw up.

Teddy barked from the living room. She didn’t move.

Her hands were shaking.

Drew found out during a scene break on set.

His phone vibrated nonstop—texts from his sister, his publicist, old high school friends, “Check Instagram now.”

He pulled up Instagram.

Saw the photos.

Saw the screenshots.

Saw the hate.

Saw her name trending.

He didn’t even tell the director he was leaving.

She didn’t hear him come in.

She was still sitting on the floor of the bathroom, back against the tub, eyes blank. Her phone was on the counter with the screen turned face-down.

He said her name once—softly.

She didn’t answer.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, cupping her face with trembling hands. “Hey. Baby. Look at me.”

Her eyes flicked to his. Shiny. Empty.

“They found me,” she said, voice hollow. “They found everything.”

Drew’s stomach twisted.

“They’re sending death threats.”

She blinked, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

“They said I should kill myself so you can be free.”

“Jesus,” he breathed, pulling her into him. She didn’t fight it. Just collapsed against his chest like she had nothing left holding her up.

“I thought I could handle it,” she whispered. “But I didn’t think it would be this.”

His jaw clenched. He stroked her hair like it could ground her. Like maybe if he held her close enough, none of it would stick.

“They don’t know you,�� he said, his voice raw. “They don’t get to touch you like this.”

“I feel disgusting,” she choked. “Like I ruined everything. Like I’m the villain in their fantasy.”

“No. No,” he said, pulling back to meet her eyes. “This is not your fault. You didn’t ask for this.”

“We waited, Drew. We waited. We wanted it to be ours. Safe. Now they’ve taken even that.”

He saw it then—the heartbreak buried beneath the fear. Not just the backlash. But the grief of losing something sacred.

“I should’ve protected you,” he said quietly.

She shook her head, voice trembling. “You did. You always have.”

That night, Drew didn’t sleep.

She lay in bed beside him, silent tears soaking into his hoodie. He stayed awake, watching the curve of her cheek against the pillow, the slight hitch of her breath. Every time her phone buzzed on the nightstand, he had to force himself not to throw it across the room.

By dawn, he’d had enough.

He opened Instagram. Sat on the edge of their bed. Hit record.

No lights. No filters. Just a man and his fury.

“If you’re my fan,” he said, “you don’t get to send death threats to the woman I love.”

His voice was low, but it shook.

“She’s been part of my life since we were kids. Before the shows. Before the cameras. She has never once asked for attention or clout or anything from me but love.”

He swallowed hard.

“And now, because someone snapped a picture, she’s being harassed, threatened—told to die. All because she wears a ring I gave her.”

A pause. His eyes narrowed.

“I’m done being quiet. This isn’t just internet drama. This is real. This is the woman I’m going to marry, and you’re hurting her.”

His hand tightened around the phone.

“If you say you care about me—really care—then stop. Right now. Because I won’t stand by and watch you destroy the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He posted it without rewatching.

Then he turned off his phone.

And climbed back into bed.

The internet fractured.

Some fans doubled down—called him whipped, dramatic, claimed he was “blaming his supporters.”

But others fought back harder.

“This woman has done nothing wrong. Leave her alone.”

“Imagine being with your high school sweetheart and people think you’re the villain?”

“I can’t believe how disgusting people are being. Drew’s right to be furious.”

“Love like this doesn’t happen often. Protect it.”

Slowly, the tide shifted.

Not fully. But enough.

She could breathe again.

Not because the hate was gone.

But because he didn’t let her drown in it alone.

They stayed inside for a few days.

Ordered takeout. Watched comfort movies. Played music too loud just to block out the world.

Drew held her through the panic. Sat with her through the silence.

He kissed her like he meant it. Like he was building a new shield around her every time.

And eventually, she started to come back to herself.

She started answering texts again. Opened her camera roll and smiled at pictures of Teddy chasing his tail. Sat on their back porch with her knees pulled to her chest and said, “Maybe one day we’ll laugh about this.”

Drew kissed her temple.

“Maybe,” he agreed.

[barbiiecams]

doubts

drew starkey x younger!reader (like 19/20 sorry not sorry 😭), reader calls drew “papa” *not in a weird way*, smut, in love w the age gap concept cus of @native2princess ! <3

you watched yet another video on the internet of drew down at disney world without you, but with his friend group that all had a few years on you.

he would send pictures of everything that was cute or that reminded him of you, and you really did appreciate it. but it still didn’t swallow the lingering feeling in your gut.

you weren’t even invited. it was obvious why since you couldn’t even buy a drink legally, let alone not even close with half of them, but for some reason it still hurt and had you questioning things even further about everything.

you swore that you guys were drifting apart.

not only did that make you sad, but it also left you scared and questioning everything.

the only thing that made you wonder why you two were drifting like you thought you were was because of the age gap.

was he getting tired of you? was the age gap starting to become a burden? were you just too immature?

and let’s not even get started on how drew acted around his female friends — that were once again a lot older.

all you could do was just cry. it was a dumb reason to cry about, but you don’t wanna lose drew yet you really think you are. he was your first and you hoped he’d be your last, but who knows where you two may end up?

seeing how he acted with his friends currently was already ruining you. now you found yourself down a rabbit hole of searching through old videos of him before you were even dating.

it was crazy, of course you were aware of that. but it did nothing but further increase your worries seeing how he would act around these girls. all older than you and all more outgoing.

so now here you were, stalking your own boyfriend while you sat in your bed, silent tears streaming down your face.

currently, drew was now in paris for the fashion show. he wanted you to come, but it would be too difficult for you. plus school had just ended and both of you knew that you were planning to spend more time with your family this summer.

regardless of that, this feeling was awful. you’ve had old puppy-love heart breaks during highschool with guys you dated just to say you were in a relationship, but this is real. a real committed relationship you’re in with a guy a little over 10 years older than you.

he’s so mature. so are you, but not entirely. you still had a lot more to experience and learn, and he was always so patient.

but maybe now that patience was wearing thin.

you sniffle one more time before closing out all your apps and throwing your phone on the nightstand next to you. wanting to sleep it off and praying you’d wake up feeling better, your insides just were not letting that happen. not to mention you couldn’t fall asleep without at least getting a goodnight text from him.

laying down was no use. as soon as you tried to lay your head down on the pillow and just relax, the overthinking just continued to grow. there was no escape from these thoughts and it was just eating you straight alive.

you huff while turning over, switching sides and seeing if that would help. spoiler: it didn’t.

all you could do now is groan while sitting up. a certain thought ran through your mind that you really didn’t want to go through with, but did you have a choice? you already felt as if the end of things are near, so why let him break your heart (even though you’d be expecting it) when you can just do it the hard part first?

with a sigh, you reached over to grab your phone and open drew’s contact. everything was making you sick. you just stared at the screen, skimming over the conversation you had earlier.

it was the usual. ‘hows your day’, ‘i miss you’, ‘this reminded me of us’, all the cute stuff.

but it just didn’t hit the same. that feeling of him leaving you because of your age wasn’t going anywhere, and it was making you feel insecure on extreme ends

your fingers started typing. there were no real thoughts, just your pure raw emotions. you hit backspace a couple of times, you sat there and thought about the next few words you were going to say, but eventually you got it all put together it pained you type, but it pained you even more contemplating on whether or not you should send it.

‘hey drew. i’ve been missing you a lot recently and i know it’s weird and you’re going to question why i sent this after you read it, but im sorry. i really do feel like you’re leaving me soon and it’s taking a toll on me badly. i don’t want this to end but i can tell that it is and i just know + feel like we’re drifting apart. i feel like it’s because of my age so i really do understand and respect that. we can talk more once you get back because i hate to do this over text but i can’t just bottle my feelings anymore. goodnight 🩷’

a few more seconds of contemplation, you hit send and stared at the screen. you didn’t know how he would respond so you should’ve been shutting off your phone and running away.

but you didn’t. you stared at the screen and waited until he read it.

thankfully, it didn’t take him any longer than three minutes to open your message, and soon after, the dots were bubbling.

drew himself was lost. confused wasn’t even the word for the long paragraph you just sent him. he even started triple texting you.

‘???’

‘what are you talking about baby?’

‘i’m so lost’

you sighed reading his texts. he didn’t get it, realistically you shouldn’t have expected him to. it was out of the blue, and little to your knowledge, he didn’t think for a second anything was wrong between you too.

when you didn’t answer him as soon as you read it, he went back to typing.

‘answer me’

‘i’m really confused and worried. it’d be nice if you stopped leaving me on read’

‘call me now’

you didn’t even have a chance to start typing because you had an incoming call with drew’s name on it. you didn’t wanna pick up, but you knew you had to because if the roles were reversed, oh you’d definitely be throwing a fit.

swallowing quickly, you hit the green answer button to drew’s facetime call but moved your face out of the camera.

he’s walking, most likely back to his hotel with furrowed eyebrows and an expression that you think showed… annoyance?

drew’s the first one to speak up, “y/n, what the hell are you talking about?” he says sounding very confused and very upset as well.

“i feel like we’re drifting apart apart i don’t know.” you replied. your voice isn’t even a third as stern as his. it’s not stern at all nor convincing.

“where is that coming from? what are you talking about it’s our ages?” he questions you again.

you really hoped a fan wouldn’t come up to him. not because it would interrupt the call, but because they would be walking up on him pissed off and getting a taste of his very apparent bad mood.

you sighed, “it’s just how i feel. maybe i’m not mature enough for this.”

his face scrunches with confusion even further. he then looks down to his screen to see the ceiling you were showing.

“why do you all of a sudden feel this way? you are mature. if you weren’t, this relationship wouldn’t be a thing in the first place.”

this was something else you wanted to avoid; him being mad at you. you hated making him upset and now that you were already upset, and he was just getting annoyed with you, it wasn’t helping and it made you feel worse.

“show me your face baby. you know i don’t like talking to walls.” he says once you don’t respond to his actual voice this time.

reluctantly, you put your face in the screen. sitting up and cuddling onto your bed sheets.

“y/n, nothing is wrong. we aren’t drifting apart at all so i don’t know why you feel otherwise. we’re okay and you know this, baby. stop overthinking.” he reassures you.

before you could finally respond with anything else, you heard a few girls calling his name from the other side of his phone. good luck to them!

“i’ll call you back. we’re not done talking.” he says, then swiftly hangs up.

you wanted to puke. you hated being in any type of conflict with people, let alone being in one with drew.

a headache was starting to form, and it forced you to lay back down and sleep. you kept your phone right next to you on your bed, just in case drew woke you up by ringing your phone again.

—

you weren’t sure when the previous night you fell asleep, but you didn’t wake up until 12 the next day. and that was due to your doorbell ringing multiple times at once.

you whined at the fact you had to leave your warm bed, but you slowly made your way down your apartment’s stairs, rubbing your eyes and forcing yourself to wake up.

opening the door ready to curse out whoever had the nerve to wake you up at this hour, it was drew standing at the door with flowers in one hand and his stuff in the other.

now this is what really woke you up.

“how are you here…?” you questioned.

he exhales, “soon as we hung up yesterday i checked out and booked a flight here. we really need to talk in person.

you step to the side to let him in, then he shuts the door behind him and hands you the flowers.

both of you take a seat at the table. “i need you to fully explain what you’re feeling. that paragraph honestly made no sense and as soon as i read the whole thing i knew i had to get down here.” he says.

you press your lips together before speaking. “i’m sorry.”

he makes a face of puzzlement and also motions for you to keep going.

“maybe im not mature enough for this, drew. i don’t know.”

“what makes you think that? what happened or what did i do that has you questioning everything?” he asks, reaching out for your hand.

you sniffle before continuing, “i just feel like im holding you back. you’re buying drinks, going to clubs and hanging out with your friends who are all around your age and im still in school. it’s not working-”

he cuts you off before you can finish that. “those aren’t reasons, baby. it is working. do you feel left out or something?”

“no it’s just,”

there’s a pause before he says something again, “just what? i don’t understand what’s got you so in your head.

“i don’t know how to explain it. i just think you’re drifting from me because of where we’re at in life and i hate it.” the words finally form, and you can feel a little bit of weight being lifted off your chest now that you’ve got it out.

his expression now shows a face of understanding, then he’s standing up and swiftly making his way over to you, lifting you up before securing your legs around him.

you let out a squeal at the action. when he was balanced, he made his way upstairs to your room with you in his arms.

stepping into your decorated room, he throws you down on the bed then hovers over you. “i’m gonna prove to you that you deserve this relationship.”

his lips make their way to your jaw, leaving little lovebites on them, then down to your neck and chest.

your hands fly to his buzzed head. you let out soft sighs at his lips being on your body, a feeling you loved the most.

his hands travel to your pajama shorts then dipped into the waistband of your panties. as hes taking them both off at the same time, he distracts you by now placing his lips on yours, slowly making out with you.

now your hands are taking action, working to get is shirt off to see his toned body once again. when it’s off, one hand is still on his head while the other goes down to his abs, feeling on him.

now he’s starting to get quick, fumbling with his belt and pants, ready to do you into the mattress.

sooner than later, both of your clothes are off and in random sports throughout the room.

his middle and ring finger are inside you, stretching your out as you moan and grind into his hand.

drew’s cock is laying there on your stomach, practically reaching your ribs. this was just another reminder of how deep he really goes when fucking you.

you could barely keep your eyes on him while his fingers worked you. “that feel good?”

you moan out a “yea.” you definitely couldn’t let him go. the way he could make you fall apart with just his fingers is crazy as it is.

“i bet, baby. already so wet. you know what you want huh?” he coos.

this makes you nod. “want your cock, please.” you reach your hand down to where it rested on you, but he moves your hand away.

“i know you do. but i need this pussy stretched and ready for me.” he responds

“i can take it! promise! just give it to me,” you whine.

drew gives in at your begging. he removes his fingers from inside you before sticking them in your mouth.

he grabs his cock before lining it up with your entrance. he slowly pushes in, making you whimper around his fingers. it hurt a little bit, but the pleasure overrode the pain.

“shhh,” he hushes you, putting his cock in all the way and forcing you to take all that he gave you.

you continued to let out sounds because of the pleasure he was giving you. drew was letting out groans of content himself.

“feels so good, baby. so fucking good.” he throws his head back.

his words did nothing but turn you on more. your eyes squeeze shut before you guide his hand out of your mouth and onto your throat, signaling what you want from him.

he smirks before moving his other hand to your throat, choking you slightly but enough that you can still breathe.

“yea you like when i go hard on you, right baby? this pussy just loves when i go rough on her, doesn’t she?” he teases.

“mhm!” you squeak, loving the feeling of just taking all of him so deep and so rough.

he makes your legs cross completely around him before leaning down into your neck.

this was your favorite position. you being on your back, him groaning in your hear and putting hickeys on your neck, it was so much at once and you loved it real bad.

his lips are right next to your ear. “i’m not going anywhere, yeah?”

he lets out another sound before continuing, “you’re not leaving me either. neither of us are going anywhere.

your breath catches in your throat when he says this. maybe this was all you needed. some reassurance, and a good pounding to go with it.

he sits up before pulling out to turn you around. now that you’re flat on your stomach, he slides right back in with a hand on your lower back right before your butt and the other pushing your head down into the pillows.

you screamed out when he started thrusting all over again. it hurt so good, you just wanted to do this forever him.

you tried to move away slightly because he was just going ham on your poor hole. but all it took was you reaching one hand up, gripping the sheets and trying to pull away before he yanked your head back by your hair. he then brought your back up to his chest and held you by your throat.

“stop running, baby.” he growls into your ear.

“it’s so deep tho, papa.” your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth hangs open.

he kisses right below your ear, “you’re fine.”

that bubbly feeling started to form again. you were about to cum, and somehow drew could always tell too.

“know you’re gonna cum, mama. hold that shit.” he tells you as he pushes you back into the sheets.

right now that request just didn’t seem possible. “i can’t!”

he gives your right cheek a firm slap. “you can and you will. don’t make me say it again.”

you guys stay in this position for a while. him just hitting it from the back deep and all you needed to do was lay there and take it like a good girl.

his good girl.

suddenly, he flips you back over, then lays down himself setting you on top. now he’s got his feet planted on the bed, thrusting up into you.

at this angle, you guys can see the belly bulge happening from how deep his cock was. just proving how big he really is again.

“see that baby? that’s me. all up in those guts.” he says to you.

you throw your head back, but he cups the back of your head to bring you down into him, chest to chest.

“y’the only one who gets fucked like this. y’know that? only one who deserves it too,” his arms wrap around your waist now. “only fucking one.”

his lips are practically on your ear as he says this. you’re only able to nod, but he wants to hear your voice.

“tell me you understand that baby, say it.” his thrusts slow down, but there still deep, and he’s angling it to make sure he’s hitting that good spot.

“i…”

another slap hits on to your cheek. “say it, princess.”

“yes! i understand!” you finally moan out.

“yes who, baby?”

“yes papa!” your voice is weak now.

he smirks at your submission and continues to fuck you hard. more than just a few thrusts later, he’s letting out a lot more groans than what he already was.

“shit baby… y’gonna make me cum soon. you gonna let me put it in you, hm?”

“drew…”

his hips are starting to stutter. “know you’re ready to cum too. been holding it in like papa told you too, good girl. fuckk.”

his arms are really really squeezing around your waist, keeping you still so you can’t try and move from his brutal thrusts.

“cum with me baby girl. got a big load for you.” he moans.

“don’t knock me up.” as good as the moment felt right now, you were dead serious about that.

he chuckles, “i won’t baby. know you wanna feel that cum all in your stomach tho.”

you moan one last time before finally cumming around him. you couldn’t hold it back anymore, no matter how much he told you to wait for him.

but your own orgasm sent his off. he felt you come undone around him, and two seconds later you felt his hot sperm fill you up.

drew’s arms moved from around your waist to seriously gripping your hips down, not letting you waist a drop of what he had to give you.

moans and deep breaths were coming from the both of you. that was the most intense sex you guys had for a while, not to mention the first time he’s actually came inside you.

when he finally came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you and just let you rest on his chest.

“thank you,” you quietly speak up.

he doesn’t respond, but he smiles and kisses your forehead.

minutes after just sitting in silence, he sits up against your headboard and takes your face into your hands.

“baby, when i say youre what i want i mean it. if you weren’t mature enough for me, i wouldn’t still be here.” he says. you don’t actually answer, you want him to keep going.

“i love you so much, sweetheart. nothing about that is going to change and nothing can make it change. i don’t know what you saw or if i did something, but im sorry. okay?”

you nod with a smile. “okay.”

he smiles back at you then pressed his lips against yours, giving you a nice firm kiss. which slowly turned into a makeout.

you guys pull away just to catch your breath, “we gotta get you packed up, sweetheart.”

“for what?” you ask.

“i’m taking you back to paris with me.”

[amandabbbbb]

poor baby is fully talking to no one…. he needs me

[aemndxx]

rafe n reader cuddlingg

𝓇.cameron. ┆ his pretty girl.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ sry this request took so long, my life is v hectic atm − but don't worry, ur req will be published sooner or later, jus' pls be patient n kind with me, thx. ! 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜. ♡ྀི

"mmm, y'good, baby?" rafe murmurs against the bare skin of your back, pulling you backwards tighter against himself—he had his whole body wrapped around you, possessively and nearly desperate, needing to be close to you.

you nod meekly, eyes still fluttering and puffy and a bit weepy from all of the fucking you two had just done, your body feeling completely spent and drained, completely limp in your boyfriend's arms.

"y-yes, daddy," you mewl softly, a sweet, gentle and breathy feminine sound, causing rafe to smirk against your soft skin, beginning to press gentle, open-mouthed kisses all over the back of your neck, then down to your shoulders and pretty collarbones, and then, finally, he reaches the side of your throat, sucking on a small patch of skin right below your ear, which turns into a violent, reddish shade like the rest of them, almost looking like blossoming red roses scattered across your pretty, delicate little neck.

"always..." rafe breathes long and hard, pausing for a moment, his mind spinning for a few seconds as he blinks a few times, trying to gather his words together, before deciding to just continue to say the sappy, lovey dovey shit that he knew you always loved hearing, not caring since it was just you and him.

"always so goddamn pretty like this f'me, baby," rafe coos softly into your ear once he finished sucking another lovemark, making you let out a small, girlish whine in question, your brain foggy and dreamlike after nearly four rounds of fucking.

earlier, rafe was in a pretty foul mood, downright pissed off at something or someone, you weren't really sure after he returned from the cut, but after seeing you... even though he would never say it aloud, he melted at the mere sight of you, sitting there all patiently, still sitting there in his bedroom like he told you earlier—just like a good, obedient little girl, looking so fucking pretty and so happy to see him.

it made rafe's heart skip several beats when you, his pretty girl, rushed over and immediately jumped into his strong, thick, muscular arms, trusting that he would catch you—which he did, of course—pressing glossy kisses all over his lips, chin and neck, claiming how much you'd missed him.

rafe couldn't deny that he felt exactly the same way, so he whispered it to you, murmuring it lowly into your neck, still getting used to expressing a softer, more gentler side with you, his first, real girlfriend—but rafe swears, every moment he spends with you since you two made it official, or rather, he had made it official one day after referring to you as 'his girl', and now, rafe finds it getting easier letting his guard down around you each day.

and oh, he was so fucked when he realized that before really even knowing you, and yes, he was obsessed with you for a bit, but he's come to the recent conclusion that he has always been deeply, and irrevocably in love with you—which scared the fuck out of him at first, but now? not so much, at least, not anymore.

"i look pretty?" you ask shyly, kiss-swollen lips twisting into a cute pout as you look over your shoulder at rafe, who is laid behind you, curled up around your flushed body and holding you as close as he physically can—and if rafe could, he would merge yourselves together so he could always be with you, touching you, but for right now, in this sweet, and loving moment as you both come down from your blissful highs, he feels content with just holding you in his arms like this, cuddling you.

hearing your shy, innocent little question, it makes rafe let out a low, little chuckle, before he lifts one large hand up and turns your face towards his, squishing your cheeks slightly in the process with his fingers holding onto your soft cheeks, pressing them together and making your plump lips slightly pucker, his index finger and thumb holding you in place for him as he just simply looks down at you, observing you with that usual, intense, blue eyed gaze.

however, you don't seem to mind, even with his firm, possessive grip, you loved when rafe was affectionate with you—and as your relationship with him continued, he was becoming more and more so, always needing to touch you, kiss you, hold you, and fuck you like he wanted nothing more than to impregnate you.

with that thought in mind, a shiver goes down your spine, with you both still completely nude, you obediently let him guide your head until it was in the position he wanted, allowing him to brush his lips over yours, breathing you in as his eyes flutter for a small moment, as if in awe of you.

"yeah, yea... real, real fuckin' pretty, baby."

[melodramaslut]

pussy drunk! rafe who spends literally hours between the plush of your thighs, his tongue lazily stroking circles over your clit as you squirm and fist the sheets either side of you. your words wore more or less incoherent, his name filling the room as you breathlessly moaned at the way he parted your pretty cunt so he could taste all of you. each slurp of his lips made your back arch from the bed, one hand planted on the round of your stomach as he pressed down. legs clamped around his head you'd struggle to think of anything other than him, his mouth suckling your puffy clit as you swore you saw heaven — the tip of his tongue circling your clenching hole as he waited for you to calm down, almost like a silent threat. if you didn't behave you wouldn't get anything else. 🎀

[rafeschicana]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤

drew starkey x reader

a/n:,these videos on tiktok have been making me die laugh all week…this is kinda bad though sorry I'm not used to writing for drew..<3

You held your phone in your hand double checking it was recording. Drew was outside on the porch manning the grill. As you stepped outside a huge grin spread across his face. “hey, baby I’m almost done out here” looping a hand around his bicep and planting a quick kiss onto his lips. “mmm you look beautiful”

“Thank you mi amor” you smiled. stepping back a little to make sure he was in view for the video. “so i have to tell you something but you can’t be mad” you dramatically lowered your voice as if you were anxious. “Like i could ever be mad at you” he smirked.

You sighed “so it's looking like i won't be able to pay the mortgage this month.” Quickly looking away for a second to disguise your smile. Drew slowly veered around away from the grill “my love you've never paid the mortgage. i take care of that” the look on his face was full of confusion. “No i know that but i won't be able to help you with Christmas coming up” This time you let out a giggle.

At this point, Drew knew you were up to something choosing to play along. “Damn baby thanks for letting me know” he chuckled shaking his head. “I'm sorry I wanted to help” you fake pouted. “That’s alright, ya still got that lingerie the pink one?” he grinned smugly enjoying your flustered face. “Gotta help me in other ways right?” you stopped the video instantly. “Drew I was recording oh my god!” You laughed out loud.

“What for your TikTok? It's not like I'm lying to the people!” he shrugged, walking towards you with a smile. Playfully grabbing a handful of your ass. “Now I have to cut that part out.” everyone on the internet already joked you were Drew’s sugar baby. “Or maybe I should keep it in, right? They'd go crazy”

[libraryrana030]

Still waiting for the hot ones fics btw

[drewsephrry]

I-

[lazysoulwriter]

no more hiding - drew starkey.

You and Drew had never needed labels. There was no pressure, no expectations. Just the two of you, drawn to each other in a way that no one else could understand. You were exclusive, that was clear. He was yours. You were his. It had never needed to be said.

Until tonight.

The party was in full swing, the music pulsing through the air, blending with the hum of conversations and the occasional bursts of laughter. Your friends were chatting away, their voices distant and muffled as if you were underwater. You weren’t listening. How could you, when your eyes were locked on him?

Drew looked effortlessly gorgeous, as always, dressed in a fitted black shirt that accentuated his frame, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. He stood in the center of a small group of women, their laughter ringing in your ears like an alarm.

You watched as they touched him—light brushes on his arm, fingers lingering a little too long, eyes filled with admiration. And though he subtly leaned away, his eyes flickering to you with silent apologies, it wasn’t enough. Not tonight.

Something inside you twisted, your chest tightening with a mixture of emotions you couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was fear. It was a realization.

This wasn’t enough anymore.

Your hands trembled in your lap, your heart hammering against your ribs. The lump in your throat grew, and before you could stop them, tears welled up in your eyes. You tried to blink them away, but Drew saw. Of course, he did.

His expression changed in an instant, concern flashing across his features. Without a word, he raised his hand slightly, motioning for you to follow him. Your legs carried you outside before you could think, your body moving on instinct.

The cool night air hit your flushed cheeks, but it did nothing to stop the way your emotions spiraled out of control. The second the door shut behind you, you broke.

A sob tore through your throat as you reached for him, your hands gripping his shoulders, your face burying in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you instantly, strong and warm, holding you as if he could shield you from everything.

��I can’t—” Your voice broke between gasps, your fingers clutching at his shirt. “I can’t do this anymore, Drew. I can’t pretend. I can’t watch from a distance like I’m no one to you.”

His grip on you tightened. “Hey, hey,” he murmured, pressing his lips against your temple. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t realize—”

“You’re not losing me,” you cut in, shaking your head. “But I need—”

“I know what you need,” he interrupted, his voice firm, resolute.

And then, before you could say another word, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. And in that moment, under the dim glow of the streetlight, in front of the handful of people who had stepped outside, Drew Starkey made a decision.

“No more hiding,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “You are mine. And I am yours. Officially.”

He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t a soft, hesitant kiss. It was deep, raw, filled with every ounce of emotion he had been holding back for too long. His hands cradled your face as he kissed you like he was branding the truth into your soul—there was no more uncertainty, no more questions.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a small smile playing on his lips. “You good?”

You nodded, still breathless, a tear slipping down your cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb before taking your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. Then, with a kiss to the back of your hand, he turned and led you back inside.

This time, there was no space between you. No more distance. No more hiding.

And everyone knew.

[totalswag]

Heyy!! Hope you’ve been great! I have a request…….💌💌

How about Drew and popstar!reader do like a super hot Calvin Klein ad together, and launch a collab with the line. xx

calvin klien collab ⎯ DREW STARKEY!

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summary in which you and drew starkey are collaborating in a hot calvin klien photoshoot for the first time.

warning(s) high tension, flirting, bodies touching, y/n and drew being the hottest people on the planet.

Being asked to be involved in a Calvin Klein photoshoot was a complete dream come true. You've always wanted to be one of those women, and now you are able to say you are. When you got the news from your manager you were filled with loads of emotions.

What no one was expecting⎯Drew Starkey and Y/N Y/N featured on Calvin Klein together. After the announcement, everyone was going wild over the news. No one would've thought to two most upcoming talented people in the industry in a photoshoot together.

The room is alive with the low buzz of cameras clicking, stylists altering clothes, and the subtle smell of expensive cologne and body oil hanging in the air. The buzzing of music playing in the background set the mood for the shoot.

Meeting Drew for the first time felt unreal. He was so generous, kind, and understanding of boundaries. He told you, "anytime you feel uncomfortable please let me know."

That made you trust him during the entire process.

"Thank you for coming, my name is Andrew, and I will be your photographer for the shoot," he says while shaking your hands; "for this shoot, we want it to be super hot as the company quoted." 

You and Drew are standing in front of a full-length mirror, bodies inches apart, wearing nothing but the sleek, minimalist Calvin Klein underwear that has already been dubbed the year's best campaign⎯and it hasn't been launched yet.

"Lean in a little more," the Andrew says.

Drew tilts his head, grinning slightly as he approaches. His fingers ghost over your waist, not quite touching but close enough to feel the warmth of his skin through the dense tension in the room. Your pulse quickens. His gaze drifts down to your lips for just a second too long. The camera flashes, recording the moment in real time.

When you put your palm on Drew's bare chest for the following shot, you'll notice how hard he swallows. His skin is warm, and his muscles feel taut when you touch them. You're supposed to be playing a role⎯selling desire, closeness, and the effortless Calvin Klein fantasy⎯but neither of you knows where the performance ends and reality begins.

As you two pull away the tension between you two is still lingering in the air. Drew's usual playful smirk soften into something unreadable. This is all supposed to be professional.

The second part of the shoot arrives. Drew is lying on his back in jeans, with you on top of him in jeans and a jean jacket. Drew's right leg was sitting up, while his left leg laid down. You rested your head on his bare chest, peering into the camera.

Andrew clicks many times in a matter of seconds, prompting you both to change positions. Drew was directed to place his left hand on your waist beneath the jean jacket, and you were asked to lift your upper body while maintaining eye contact.

His piercing blue eyes on you and yours on him. Chills going down your spine. Everything in your body was on fire.

Once the third portion of the photoshoot came to an end, Drew and you were sent back to your dressing rooms to get back into your normal clothing then come out to look over the pictures.

Pictures came out perfect.

"That one has to be my favorite" you say, referring to the picture of Drew sitting behind you, left hand on your waist, head on your shoulder. You sit between his legs, lean back against his chest, and wrap your arms tenderly around his head. You both look sexy and badass. 

Drew and you walked out together with your managers trailing behind you two keeping good distance. You laughed at something he said about filming for Queer when he nearly fell.

"It was really nice getting the chance to work with you, Y/N," Drew admits. "Maybe we should hang out sometime?" Could I get your phone number?

"You're a great person to work with Drew and I would like that, I'm free this Friday if you aren't busy?" You suggest, smiling sweetly.

He chuckles before gazing at his feet, reaching into his pocket for his phone, and handing it to you.

"Perfect, see you soon, Y/N" Drew says, pulling you in for a hug.

"See ya!"

It's been four days since the shoot and your fans have been eager. Calvin Klien teased viewers with behind-the-scenes footage prior to the release of the entire campaign.

One of the clips shows Drew casually tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear in between shoots. Another angle captures the way he murmurs something to you right before a shoot, causing you to giggle softly—an intimate, unscripted moment that only heightens the tension.

Fans on all sorts of social media apps were going crazy. The edits of the clips were being posted. Your phone was blowing up from texts and calls from your closest circle over the campaign ad.

fan88: They didn't have to go this hard for a Calvin Klein ad, but here we are 😳

fan15: i can take them both all at once btw

fan22: so you're telling me this their first time meeting???

fan11: I CAN’T DO THIS. WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THEY’RE ABOUT TO DEVOUR EACH OTHER!!! 😫

drew starkey: i think we just broke the internet

drew starkey: i'm about to pick you up too

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[araybiaaa]

❝ homecoming, d. starkey. ❞  ‎

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… drew starkey & original black!female character. (third person only; no first or second person perspective.)

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… black!fem reader, original black character, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, orgasm delay, edging (kinda), soft!drew starkey, soft!boyfriend.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where she shows her boyfriend just how much she missed him while he was away.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… decided to write my first drew x original character fic! it’s kinda long because it seems like it’s damn nearly impossible for me to write anything short (i love excessive details srry). 18+ readers only! i hope you guys enjoy! likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ᝰ.ᐟ

she slips her tongue between his lips, swallowing the guttural groan that he breathes into her mouth. he slacks his jaw wider, deepening the kiss and reveling in the intrusion as his tongue intertwines languidly within hers. her hands reach up, sliding against the slender curve of his neck and sinking into the luscious tufts of his hair as she tugs him closer until their bodies are aligned.

with their mouths still preoccupied, drew toes off his shoes and absentmindedly kicks them aside before he begins discarding his clothing — undoing the buttons on his collard shirt until the fabric loosens around his shoulders. he shrugs out of the shirt until it falls to the floor with a soft thud.

“missed you,” she murmurs.

drew crouches at the knees, sliding a hand over the curve of her hip as he hefts her into the air. he barres her legs around his torso, his hands holding her up by her ass as he maneuvers them from the front entrance towards the living room.

“i missed you more,” he breathes softly, never once halting the onslaught on her mouth through the maneuver. 

it was pathetic really; drew was only gone for two weeks for yet it felt like an eternity for the both of them. it was two weeks without kissing, touching or holding each other. they attempted to make up for the loss of contact through their nightly phone sex conversations but it didn’t elicit the same unbridled pleasure as it did when they were the one’s milking their orgasms from each other rather than on their own accord.

they fall onto the couch as drew sits down. his hands slide over the embowed cupping of her ass as she straddles him — rubbing and kneading the soft flesh through her jeans.

“you’re not allowed to go out of town ever again,” she laments, though only halfhearted in her reprimand as she knew it was a requirement with his job. 

(which she was sometimes able to reap the benefits from when he was allowed to bring a guest along to accompany him. in the instances where he wasn’t — she would spend time at home missing him and impatiently counting the days until his return home.)

drew brushes the bridge of his nose against hers as he smirks, “i don’t know…if me leaving means that i’m greeted like this every time i come home then maybe—ah—fuck—”he’s biting down roughly on the skin of his lower lip, eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure when he feels her purse his lips in a pucker as she imprinted open mouthed kisses against his neck. 

she arches her hips and fluctuates a slow teasing grind, chafing dryly against his groin. their pants still being on creates a frustrating barrier between them but the fabric of drew’s slacks are thin enough to where she’s still able to feel the outline of his protruding cock that’s rapidly swelling in its girth against both of their thighs.

his head falls backwards, leaning over the edge of the couch. she leans forward, pressing feverish kisses along the column of his throat, still thrusting and whimpering softly.

a tug stirs in her abdomen; her toes curl in anticipation as she feels her bottom lip tremble at the delicious friction between their bodies. it all feels too good; their pelvises nudging against each other’s like this, with drew’s hands still squeezing her ass while she oscillated her working hips on top of him.

her cunt throbs at the friction; the gusset of her underwear slicks stickily with her arousal. 

“baby,”

she proceeded with her ministrations until she nears drew to his edge. when she feels his hands tighten their grip around her and hears the shaky exhale of his breath, that’s when she scoots off of his lap and lowers to her knees before her hands begin to work at his pants. 

he lifts his hips up so that she’s able to tug them all the way down until they’re pooled around his feet. he moans loudly in content when feels her fingers wrap firmly around his cock. “hnn,” he widens his legs open; allowing her to settle in between his thighs.

drew’s body nearly disintegrates into the cushions the moment he feels her wet lips purse around his cock. his mouth gapes, eyes flutter hazily, nostrils flare as he breathes ruggedly with his chest heaving. she looked like a vision—her perfectly succulent, pink, prim bow lips were wrapped around his cock; her eyes were lulled over in lust, giving her this coquettish seductive look that nearly had drew cuming at the sight—she had a way of doing that, looking so innocent while doing the most vulgar things.

his little tiana was deceptive like that.

she had the face of an angel; beautiful and effervescent in her appearance. but ravenously lascivious when it comes to sex.

a common misconception would be that he was the dominant one in bed, but more times than not, tiana was the one who fucked him into submission, having him cumming mercilessly at her onslaught until his body’s wilt and limp with exhaustion.

his cock lurches in anticipation at the thought of being inside of her again.

she looks up at him again; her eyes doe, feigning innocence, eyelashes sitting high as they shadowed over her chiseled cheekbones, saliva messily dribbling down her chin. her cheeks were hollowed as her mouth puckered around his dick. she maintains eye contact with drew, slacking her jaw wider as she swallows him down inch by inch.

tears sting in the back of her eyes and she nearly gags at the girth of drew stretching against the back of her throat. tiana continues her feat until it’s just a few inches of drew’s cock remaining, too big to stretch further.

she croons at the sight of her lovestruck boyfriend as he sits there, reveled in content and enamor as he watched her. drew always looked beautiful; but it’s moments like this, where his skin’s flushed, eyes are lidded, lips are red and raw and kiss-swollen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, that he looks the most breathtaking.

and it excites her to know that she’s the reason behind these lovestruck looks and has these breathy sounds coming from him. he looks deliciously disheveled and debauched and she can’t wait until he’s finally inside of her again so he can fuck her until they’re both creaming messily all over each other.

her hand squeezes and tugs while her mouth sucks at the swollen flesh. her mouth accommodates to his thickness, repeatedly sucking as her tongue flattens to lick up all of the precum that skeeted from his tip. drew’s hips thrust upward off of the couch, his hand wraps around the back of her neck as he licked his lips, murmuring blubbering appraisals.

she hums at the praises; stroking drew with her hand, fucking him with her mouth as she fluttered her eyes at him. she traced her tongue along the underside of his cock, hearing him gasp a sharp breath.

he mewls, thrusting his hips as he pushed himself further against the back of her throat. “fuck, baby,” she moaned, her throat clicking as she swallowed around the head of his cock.

she inhaled deeply and took him all the way into her throat, until her nose was tickled by his pubic hair. “oh, shit!” drew releases a prolonged moan, his body shivers as she hastens her speed and wraps her hand around the base of his cock, making a tight ring.

his orgasm arrives quick.

the wet warmth of her mouth along with the flirtatious looks and firm tugs on his dick has him conceding to his arousal. his breathing quickens and he’s biting down roughly on his lower lip, leveling his eyes down at her. “i’m close—” he forewarns, his throat clicking as pleasure spreads in his bones. “i’m so fucking close,”

she nods, reaching underneath his thighs as she fondles his swollen balls, prying his orgasm out of him. that’s all it takes before he’s moaning loudly and shuddering as the thick, warm, milky, fluids spill into her mouth. he slumps languidly against the couch, eyes flutter close as he hauls down from his orgasm.

she releases drew’s cock with a loud wet pop, her jaw loosens and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand after she swallowed all of the remnants of his cum.

watching and listening to his visceral reaction stirred a carnal arousal within tiana; whose cunt was throbbing achingly for him to be inside of her. she stands shakily to her feet, hurriedly shrugging off her clothing until she’s left fully nude. she crouched over drew’s languid body, straddling his lap again.

her wetness drags up his thigh as she adjusts herself in his perch so that she’s seated directly on top of drew’s cock again; this time sans any barrier of clothes.

“i love you,” he murmurs sheepishly, still disoriented and dazed from the post fellacio release.

“well, we’ve been together for two years now so i’d hope that you would.” she teases, brushing her fingers through his sweat slicked hair.

“two years, eight months, sixteen weeks, thirty two days,” drew says, reaching down and grabbing her hand, pressing soft kisses against her knuckles.

“i’m surprised that I haven’t tired of you yet.” her smile widens in mirth at his playful offense; he’s got his hand over his chest feigning a wounded heart and his lips jut downward in a pout with his expression reflecting one of a petulant child.

she rolls his eyes at the exaggerated expression, her features softening in awe as she stared adoringly at her boyfriend.

“you know that i love you more than anything,”

her love for him extended beyond any definition. what she feels for him is so much more than just love — it’s everything, infatuation, admiration, content, happiness. and there hasn’t been one instance where those feelings faltered even in the slightest, it’s always been drew that’s had her heart since the first day that they met and they both know it will remain as such until the end of time. it’s the kind of love that she’s always wished for, easy, kind and worthy of fighting for. drew was her life; her everything.

“i do,” he murmurs, reaching his hand up to cradle the side of her face. “it’s why i’m the luckiest man on earth.”

the sentiment makes tiana’s heart swell in enamor and all the teasing is suddenly forgotten as she embraces drew into another kiss, deep and vehement with their tongues messily intertwining and their noses bumping clumsily against each other’s.

his hands tighten around her waist as he leans them backwards on the couch.

regret is only brief as they realize how tightly fitted the couch is with the two of them sprawled out across it like this, but they disregard the hassle and absentmindedly throw the pillows onto the floor and settle towards the middle of the couch still with their limbs entangled. the cushions are soft against drew’s back and shoulders, he’s got his head tucked on the arm of the sofa with his long legs hanging off the ends.

she steadies one hand to grip the arm of the couch while the other slid in between their burning bodies. her fingers caress against the chisel of muscles along his chest, descending lower until she’s got a firmed grip on the engorged flesh of his aching cock. drew shivers, murmuring a soft curse in her mouth at the warmth of her fingers wrapped around him.

she leverages herself off of his hips and angles him at her center. she holds his gaze, nudging her hips forward so that he’s caught at her entrance. 

they both choke on a groan, feeling their throats click in pleasure.

then, finally, it’s a reconciliation of their bodies as she withdraws her hand from around the base of his cock and lowers herself down onto him. the tip clefts her open without preamble, the wetness of her arousal makes it an easy intrusion. she tucks her face in his neck, biting down on her lower lip as she feels the pleasure of his entrance licking up her spine. “drew,” she murmurs, already feeling delirious and full of him when he hadn’t even done anything yet.

he nods against her shoulder, needing his own moment of adjustment. “i know, baby, i know,” he murmurs, half-dazed himself as he rubbed a hand down her back. 

she arches her hips, feeling drew’s hands guiding the movements as she continued to lower herself until her cunt’s swallowing down more inches of his cock. there’s a painful twinge that spreads through her at the intrusion, his girth stretches her inch by inch, continuing its primal penetration.

the pain is immediately substituted with pleasure as she accommodates to the swell of him inside of her. she exhaled a loud sob when feels him bottoming her out. “okay?” he asks, the question soft as he murmurs it into her hair. 

she nods, feeling her cunt squeeze around him, a tell that she was fully adjusted and ready. she lifts her head from its perch and looks down at him; seeing a combined look of mesmerization and sheepishness. she leans in to kiss him; soft, slow and sensual. 

drew mimics the delicacy of her pecks, holding her chin between the grasp of his forefinger and thumb, getting lost in her kisses. it’s her that initiates the first move as she wiggled her hips and lifted herself off of him until his cock was halfway spilled out of her cunt. and when it’s just the tip and a few inches of him teasing her, she reclaims her perch on top of him — lowering herself until he’s caught at her hilt again. 

“fuck,” he murmurs, feeling his body reverberate at the stimulation. 

she whimpers, nudging her pelvis against his as she feels the base of his cock brush against her sensitive clit. 

“tiana,” he chokes on a groan barely keeping himself contained.

she moves slowly and deliberately, wanting to feel every inch of him everywhere until her whole body’s trembling with pleasure. she breathes ruggedly, her eyes holding the smothering weight of his stare as she looks down at him watching him unravel helplessly underneath her. her cunt gapes and stretches around the shape of his cock; pulling and suctioning him back in until he’s buried at the hilt.

“sweetheart, you, fuck, you feel so good," he’s a blubbering mess again, his fingers are shaky as they held tightly on her gyrating body while she pistons full body rolls.

it’s a catch and release of him stretching her until he’s caught at her hilt and left with no choice but to withdraw. she relishes in the tremors of his body as he writhed beneath her; how he reverberates whenever she tugs in response, clenching wantonly around him. his breathing labors, dropping a few octaves as he murmurs low expletives under his breath.

her pussy pulls him back in every time he slips out of her; it’s perfect the way they move in tandem, both reciprocating the emphasized movements of their hips, fucking each other into oblivion until their minds are delirious from the clouded pleasure.

he rolls his hips up into her, repeatedly brushing against her g-spot that makes her croon and nearly melt right there in his arms.

she looks beautiful with her skin sheened in perspiration, tits sitting high on her chest with her nipples erected, light stretch marks decorated on her hips, pussy glistening and swollen from his intrusion. her eyes are glossy as tears of pleasure lined in her pupils, her mouth’s parted ajar, throat clicks as choked up sobs and breathy mewls falls off of her kiss swollen lips. 

she furrows her eyebrows, catching her trembling bottom lip between the grip of her teeth as she cants her hips, chafing her pelvis against his as she chased her orgasm. 

“like that, baby, just like that.” drew purrs encouragingly. his hands round to her ass, shoving her further down onto his cock to where she nearly feels him curled inside of her belly. she clenches wantonly around him; the lewd and noisy sounds of their sweaty skin intermingling ricochets throughout the room.

his fingernails are carving indention marks into the skin on her thighs, but that caring, along with anything else except for the delicious stroke of drew’s cock penetrating her in languorous thrusts is absentmindedly disregarded from her mind.

“baby,” he shudders, his movements are becoming more lethargic in their attempts, indicating that his release was approaching.

she knows that he’s prolonging his own orgasm’s release so that she’s fully satiated first; he persevered through the edging, heeding his virility as he fucks her to her release. “come on, come on,” he urges, desperate and shaking in need.

she arches her back; changing the angle a bit so that she feels every penetration of drew fucking into her deep in her bones. she alternates between bouncing and rolling her hips, desperate to feel him cum inside of her.

on a low, keening whine, her spine tingles, the onset of an orgasm that feels almost too big for her body to contain.

and drew just as needy too, because when he feels the pressure of his balls tightening, he groans gutturally against her throat before sliding a hand in between her thighs. his thumb fondles her clitoris lip, lifting it up just enough so that he’s able to press his thumb against her clit. she moans loudly, tossing her head back as she feels the overstimulating pleasure spread through her.

that’s all it takes before she’s cuming messily, her chest heaves as she feels her body succumb to her orgasm. she continues to fuck herself against him, hearing the timbre of his breathing lower as a tightness tugged in his balls again and his cock lurched inside of her. 

“i love you,” she whispers against his lips, hearing his soft whimper of retort. 

“i love you too,” he murmurs, choking on a groan as he feels the warmth of his cum leaking from his body as it spills inside of her.

[barbiiecams]

the “first” time

drew starkey x younger!reader, smut, haven’t wrote ina minute yall sorry 😣. i also recommend listening to the song while reading.

you were cuddled up into the side of drew while he had his arm around you, keeping you close to him as you watched the third horror movie tonight.

but little did he know, you were practically soaked down there.

it took a lot of self restraint in you not to squirm around, but you were almost about to start.

the view of him with his blank tank top, grey sweats, a little stubble, a buzzed head and that damn gold chain had you pressing your thighs together for dear life.

it was such a random moment for you to be feeling like this too. he always looked good, that was for sure. him in general had that type of affect on you.

but right now had to have been your peak ovulation or something, because you needed him bad.

you started off with a simple and subtle movement by moving your hand from where it laid on his chest, and slowly down to the top of his abs.

no reaction.

after this, you had to come off a little more bold. you repositioned yourself, pushing your face more upwards into his neck so that plush of your butt would be more into his hand instead of the bottom of your spine.

and still, no reaction.

the only type of movement that came from him was him licking his lips. this did not help your case in the slightest.

it was just throbbing at this point. you wanted him to give it to you so bad, knowing he’d still be a little hesitant.

you and drew had been together for 8 months now, and there were still no real intercourse going on.

of course, drew didn’t mind using his fingers on you, and you didn’t mind using your mouth on him.

but you wanted, no, needed the real thing.

it’s not like you were a virgin either. you’ve had some experience before him.

and still with this knowledge, drew still was convinced you weren’t ready for him.

your core was ready for him at this point, “drew,” you finally spoke up.

“hm” he said in that low, raspy tone of his. *reason number 300 why you needed to be dicked down this instant*

in reality tho, you really did wish he would just take a hint. actually having to say what you wanted was just too… confrontational.

“i’m really like…” you didn’t make eye contact with his eyes. you were trying not to make yourself laugh at how embarrassing it was to actually tell him at the same time.

drew on the other hand was just waiting for you to finish your sentence, confused as ever.

“really what?”

you sighed. “i really, really, really, really need you. like really”

the words were finally out, but not direct. that was the most he was gonna get from you.

the realization hit him and he let out chuckle, “okay.” was all he said before he started kissing you.

but you knew what he was gonna do, and that wasn’t just all that you wanted.

you pulled away gently, “no like i actually need you. i don’t want just the fingers.”

he raised his eyebrows at this, the actual realization hitting him this time.

“a- are you sure baby?” he asked with genuine concern.

“i’m positive. i’ve been wanting it for so long.”

he’s rubbing your thigh with his hand. “i don’t know sweetheart… are you positive you want it?”

you almost started whining. “yess, drew. i’m so very serious.”

you could see that drew was very hesitant just thinking about it, but then also at the same time considering it.

“just so you know, don’t think that we have to do all of that to be together. i love you for you-”

as much as you loved your man right back, you were getting a little fed up. “yes i know babe but i really need to feel you right now.”

he smirked at your bold statement. for the first time in 8 whole months of the relationship, drew finally caved in.

“alright. don’t wanna hear it’s ‘too much’ either.”

you didn’t get the chance to respond because his lips were already on yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth and holding the back of your head.

this is what you’ve been waiting for so desperately. that rough side of his.

he’s laying you down completely on your back, focused on getting your pajama pants and panties off at once.

at the same time, you’re trying to get his shirt off. you were so ready to just take all of him.

you fumbled with his own sweats and boxers while he fumbled with your shirt, eventually resulting in the both of you being completely exposed to each other.

he runs his hands down your body, “shit.”

you felt him getting harder and harder on your leg. you could tell he was starting to feel that throbbing sensation himself when he guided your hand onto his cock and made you run him.

and while you were doing that, his hand moved to your own folds and started rubbing too. you couldn’t help the gasps that came out either.

his mouth moved down to your neck, leaving a bunch of hickies that would be pointless even attempting to cover the next day.

deciding to tease him a little, you started rubbing the tip of his cock, leaving him with his mouth slack and letting out breaths right by your ear.

“you ready for this dick, baby?” he says while moving his hard on from the palm of your hand, to rubbing at your entrance.

“mhm!” you moan out.

that’s all he needed. he clearly was just as needy all this time as you were. not too much foreplay and no multiple asks of confirmation. he just slid right in and bottomed out too.

his face scrunched in pleasure, “so tight baby. so fuckin tight.”

and he was so big. you weren’t unfamiliar with his girthy and lengthy cock, but the feeling of it actually inside you was foreign. you almost didn’t know if you could actually take it.

almost. you definitely were not stopping him from ruining your insides.

as the respectful king drew is, he waited for you to give him the “okay” to start moving. all you had to do was nod, and he started with a medium pace.

the moans that were already coming out of you were loud. it was so nice, especially on a night like this to be making love to drew.

he wasn’t silent either. you felt perfect around him. he had to let it be known too with the groans that came from him.

“you feel so good baby, so damn good.” he throws his head back.

“more…” you say, a little breathlessly too.

drew doesn’t even question it. he started hitting it harder and a little faster too.

“anything you want, love. this pussy was made for me baby. all for me.”

you wanted to respond and agree, but before you could, drew let a ball of spit out of his mouth and down to where the two of you connected. you were already very wet, and he already had a lot of precum going on.

and now the sound that was traveling throughout the house? straight pornographic.

“you hear that? you hear that pussy baby?” he says, lips back down onto yours.

but you could barely answer. he was going even faster and harder now, leaving you speechless with just your mouth open and small gasps coming from you.

but his hands move to your neck, “i asked you a question.”

your hands laid on top of his wrists, “yes papa.”

he let out an approving nod at your response. “good girl.”

drew moves his hands from around your neck, and he now has your knees pushed into your chest, with his hands firmly planted on the back of your thighs.

and because of this new position, he’s inside you so deep, and hitting that right spot which makes you scream out.

he smiles at the loud reaction. “is that it, baby? right there?”

“yea!” you whined back as a response.

he lets out a chuckle, and then feels you clench around him which knock him back down even further into the pleasure.

“yea baby, fuck. keep doing that.” he groans.

you weren’t just doing it to do it, tho. you were seconds away from cumming all over him.

“m’gonna cum…” you said, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“yea? go ahead baby. wanna feel it. cum all over this fat cock.”

a few more thrusts later, he got his request. you were cumming for so long on him, and he just kept fucking you through it. fucking you more harder than previously, actually.

he was getting so lost into it, so focused on getting his own release to. and with the faces and noises he’s started to make, you could tell he was almost there too.

“want your cum.” you said to him.

he moved is hands from your thighs and up to your hips, giving you the opportunity to wrap your legs around him and trap him into you.

“don’t play with me.” he warns.

“m’not! need to feel you cum inside me. i don’t care what happens.” you babbled. you definitely cared what would happen, but in the moment nothing else mattered.

“you’re playing a dangerous game, baby. y’know that?”

“i know. i wanna feel you fill me up so bad… make you a daddy.” you spur him on even further, knowing the affect it would have on him.

the grip he had on your hips got insanely tight. it kind of hurt in a way, but you didn’t care knowing that he was about to nut inside of you at any moment.

and just as you clenched around him like you did earlier, you felt him smash his hips into yours, this time keeping them connected together.

he came buckets into you. his hot, long ropes of sperm had you feeling full like it was nobodies business.

and he really needed to take a minute to collect himself. the both of you were gasping for air, him still inside you for a good minute after.

when he pulled out, you felt like jelly and so did drew. he laid back down himself, pulling your body into his.

“i’ve been waiting for that.” he spoke.

there was apart of you that kind of didn’t believe that. “you kept saying i wasn’t ready.” you chuckled.

“i know, bad mistake. i almost proposed to you halfway through.”

you laugh at him and snuggle up more into him.

he playfully taps your stomach. "we're gonna have to get you on birth control baby." he says, referring to the comment about giving him a baby earlier.

"i know." you giggle. "i kinda like the excitement tho i dont know."

he shakes his head, half jokingly and half serious. "these youngins"

you slap his chest and roll your eyes, "oh shut up unc." this makes him let out a laugh too.

the movie that was playing in the background was long over, and you both still had yet to realize netflix was asking if you guys were still watching.

[psformybss]

Secret fiancée seeing a fan ask out drew?

Bold Moves

series masterlist

warnings: light humor, mild secondhand embarrassment

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Charleston buzzed with its usual weekend charm. The warm night air carried music from rooftop bars, and the scent of sea salt mingled with street food as the Outer Banks cast lingered outside a restaurant, finishing up photos with a small group of fans.

She stood a little off to the side, drink in hand, watching the familiar scene unfold with quiet amusement. Drew was all easy charm, smiling for selfies and leaning into conversations like he had all the time in the world. She knew this part of his life well. She had seen his DMs—really seen them—so nothing about the way fans adored him came as a shock.

But this? This was new.

A girl stepped forward from the crowd, cheeks pink, eyes fixed on Drew with laser focus. Without hesitation, she handed him a folded piece of paper and said, completely straight-faced, “If you’re ever single, give me a call.”

Then she winked. Not even a little bit subtle.

Drew blinked at the note in his hand like it had just appeared out of nowhere. “Uh… what?”

JD nearly choked on his laughter. “She gave you her number, bro?”

The girl was already walking away, not a shred of regret in her step.

Drew turned to his wife, holding the paper like it was cursed. “What the hell just happened?”

She was already grinning, arms crossed as she shook her head. “Someone took her shot. Bold move.”

“You’re seriously not mad?” he asked, eyebrows raised, even though he already knew the answer.

She walked over and plucked the paper from his hand. “Babe, I’ve seen your DMs. This is pretty tame, honestly.”

He laughed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Okay, but in person? Right in front of you?”

“We’ve been together for years,” she said, slipping her hand into his. “You think I’m worried about some girl with a phone number and a dream?”

Drew gave her a look, something soft and stupidly in love. “No. I know you’re not. You know I’d never go there.”

“Exactly.” She squeezed his hand. “And also? That girl’s got some guts. Respectfully.”

He grinned. “I’ve had fans DM me wild stuff, but that was definitely a first.”

“Well, congrats,” she teased. “You just unlocked a new level of fame: real-life flirting in front of your wife.”

He leaned down with a smirk. “Still only have eyes for you.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, and they melted back into the group, Charleston’s chaotic charm spinning around them like background noise.