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when drew watched actress!reader’s sex scene for the first time
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── drew’s been binging game of thrones ever since that fateful day madelyn forced him to watch the show, what was meant to be a normal binge session turns into him being the horniest he’s ever been. making the anticipation of meeting you even heavier.
𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey
author’s note: this takes place during the filming of obx 4, before madelyn informed the obx cast that they were going to meet you when you came to LA.
drew could not tear his eyes away from the screen of the tv in his moroccan hotel room. he thought that after watching game of thrones consistently, now nearing the end of the first season he would become accustomed to see you in costume, but every time you came onto the screen his breath was taken away. seeing you in that the sliver waist length wig that looked like it was your real hair, the sheer fabric floor length dresses with the daring cuts that exposed more and more of your soft skin, and the intricate dornish jewellery with the subtle targaryen detailing made him feel like a teenager once again with how quickly his pants tightened. and it wasn’t only how you looked, it was also your performance. you were an astonishing actress, he would forget that you weren’t actually visenya in real life, that this world didn’t actually exist and that you were just acting. he was so captivated by you.
“the last dragon, that’s who you are visenya, the last targaryen left in the world, perhaps if you favoured your mother in looks, you would escape the pressures of the targaryen name, but you do not, you look just like rhaegar only with the tanned skin of elia.” you rolled your eyes and drew felt his heart jump. surrounded by the hanging gardens of sunspear in dorne, you paced with aggression, your sliver hair swishing behind you, your dress billowing as you stared down your costar. “have you come to lecture me of my responsibilities as the last targaryen, jaime? all while your bastard son sits my throne? and your sister puppets him from behind.”
“we are only married because your father knew that once i take back my throne i will come after the lannisters for your family’s hand in my mother and brother’s murders. he thought that if we were married that i would not harm you and your name would live on through my womb. but i am no fool, targaryen women have been known to kill their husbands, who is to say my coin wasn’t flipped on the side of madness. that is the saying is it not? when a targaryen is born the gods flip a coin, greatness or madness.” you now stood face to face with the man, staring him down with a smug expression and drew was once again struck with your talent as an actress, your body displayed the anger and frustration that your character felt despite the facade of arrogance on your face. then suddenly your lips connected with his, the actor who played jaime slid his hand around your waist, the cuts of your dress allowing him to touch your bare skin, your hands went to his hair and drew had never felt so jealous of another man.
jaime picked you up with ease, walking backwards to a chair sitting down with you spread on his lap, and drew thought that he would do anything to have you like that. the camera filmed you from the back, jaime’s hand caressing your exposed back down to your ass, and drew squeezed the covers of his bed in response. the camera cut to a mid shot of both of you from the side, you broke the kiss your face still so close to his, lips brushing together as you spoke in a hushed tone. “i want you to fuck me, jaime.” drew groaned at the lust in your voice, and wondered if that was what you sounded like in real life. jaime’s actor groaned in response to your statement and drew felt sympathy for the man, because he knew that if he was in that position instead of him he would be unable to stop himself from cumming in his pants, professionalism be fucked.
jaime’s hands trailed to the back of your neck and the camera cut to back to the shot of your back, closing up on his hands as his hands pulled at the strings holding your flimsy dress together the camera seemed like it was handheld making the shot feel all the more intimate, the material fell and jaime tugged the dress off of you leaving you completely bare but drew could only see your back and up, but then, the camera cut to a wide shot, and drew gasped as your entire body from the back was exposed. jaime’s hand coming down to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass and drew felt his cock harden at the sight. the camera cut to an over the shoulder shot from jaime and your bare chest came into view, this time drew couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him, your hands tugged at the strings of jaime’s pants although the camera kept on you, your hands out of the shot.
you sank down on jaime’s cock and a whine-like moan escaped you, drew felt like he was going insane, he couldn’t stop himself as he tugged his boxers down, his hard cock springing up to slap against his stomach. his hand wrapping around the thick length, squeezing, pearly beads of pre cum leaking out. drew flicked his eyes back up to the screen and you had your head thrown back as you bounced on jaime’s cock, drew knew that the pleasure on your scrunched up face was fake, that the melodious moans that were escaping your pretty lips that were hung open were fake, but the way your tits were bouncing was real and drew couldn’t stop himself from tugging his cock in time with the movements of your hips, your head tilted back down to gaze down at jaime your eyes so fucked out and drew wished that it was him you were looking at. that it was him that could run his hands all over you.
you spoke breathlessly “targaryens used to feed their enemies to their dragons, i don’t have a dragon yet, perhaps i shall just eat you myself, husband.” jaime groaned in response, connecting your lips back together and drew sped up his movements his hand stroking with fervour, the squelching sounds echoing through the room, his other hand coming down to squeeze at his balls, his eyes still glued to you on the tv. drew was close he could feel it and as your body shuddered and you collapsed into jaime’s lap, drew came with a deep groan. cumming all over his chest and stomach. drew threw his head back against his headboard, he felt just a little bit pathetic, that he didn’t have the courage to message you but he could jack off to you doing your job, but god what he would give to have you like that.
many will say that rafe is not the affectionate type, but it only takes a bit of knowing him to be able to recognise the subtle mannerisms he uses to show affection
he places a hand on the small of your back, a little gesture that you’d notice him performing right at the start of your relationship. he does it when you’re both laying in bed to provide some contact. he does it in large crowds to provide guidance. he does it whenever he gets the chance to, to show you that he’s there, and he’s not going to leave you.
he buys you gifts, all day every day he’s on the lookout for trinkets or treats that he could buy you. if he sees something that you like, then he’ll get it for you. things like charms for bracelets, bouquets of pretty flowers, things he personally thinks are rather idiotic. but he gets them for you, because he knows it makes you happy.
physical touch and eye contact when he needs to convey something important to you. it stems from how he was raised, whenever ward needed him to know that something was important he would grab him by the shoulders and bore into his soul. rafe does it more gently, more caringly, but he does it, he holds you firm, he looks you in the eyes. he makes sure that if you need to know something, you know. no sugarcoating when you deserve the truth.
he shows you off, at large events he always makes sure you’re seen, he’s proud to have you. you’re his girl and he wants everyone to know about it. he thinks it’s so perfect the way you look beside him, you being there simply looking the way that you do pleases him, and he wants you to know about it!
gentle touches in private, in the evenings when you’re laying in bed, maybe he’ll lay you naked across his chest and stroke your back ever so slightly with the ends of his fingers. it’s a small occupation for him, but more importantly it’s a relaxing sensation for you that makes you feel oh so content in his arms.
affectionate little smirks when he sees you do something so inherently you. a little quirk showing itself, a silly saying or a clumsy action that just makes him feel a surge of emotion towards you. he can’t help but make his lip curl upwards, refraining a chuckle as he feels the need to — as they say — gobble you up right then and there.
random conversation about random things, whilst rafe is a very common sense kind of person, he occasionally indulges in pondering your random, rather dumb, probably easily answered questions. because he knows you’re not asking for a real answer, you’re asking for his attention and his affection.
keeping you happy, as your relationship grows rafe learns the ins and outs of your moods, and he learns how to regulate them. if you’re feeling down he knows when you need a nap, when you need a snack, when you just need a tight hug. he keeps your mood up, he makes sure that you’re never down in the gutter for more than half an hour.
“I love you”s. they’re so rare, but when he says it, he means it. sometimes it’s because you do something, or just because he gets caught in his own mind. he suddenly feels the need to tell you that he loves you. he was never told that growing up, and so he doesn’t remember to do it often. you suppose, that’s what makes it so genuine when he does say it.
We NEED more soft!Rafe after the new season. He moved out and got a whole house to himself maybe he could ask his girl to move in? Becasue he wants her there and to be part of his life...his new life where he's a better person
Request: SOFT RAFE PLSSS
I don't know when I found time to write this, but enjoy soft!Rafe asking his girlfriend to move in with him! Feel free to send more requests, I'll write when I find time
Warnings: soft!Rafe, relationship moving quickly, mention of Ward's death
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‘’Rafe, I truly can’t see. I’m not cheating,'’ you promised as you walked with Rafe’s hands over your eyes.
He had picked you up in late afternoon and refused to tell you where you were going. Just that he wanted to show you something...and that you had to close your eyes during the whole drive.
Rafe laughed a bit, trusting you. ''Okay, okay.''
You walked a few more steps, then he stopped and removed his hands from your eyes, revealing a large two story house.
A frown formed between your eyebrows. ‘’Who's house is this?''
He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. ‘’Mine,'' he whispered in your ear, giving you a gentle kiss on your jawline. ‘’As of this morning.''
Surprise filled your face. ‘’You bought a house?’’
Every time Rafe showed up to your place after a fight with his family — most often his father —, needing a bed to crash in for a few days, you tried talking to him about getting his own place. It would solve a lot of conflicts. But Rafe always said he wasn’t ready to leave the family nest.
Behind you, Rafe hummed. ‘’I bought it with a part of my dad’s inheritance money. Sharing a house with Rose is not possible anymore. Too much has happened...’’
You covered his hands with yours in silent support. You’d heard the ugly stories about Rose and Rafe. He hadn’t always made the best decisions in the past, but Rose constantly blamed him for everything bad that happened to the family. Rafe may have deep personal issues, but it was wrong of her to villainize him.
‘’Do you want a tour?’’ he asked, his voice brimming with excitement, and the eagerness in his eyes made it impossible for you to refuse.
You followed Rafe up the steps to the porch of his new home. He fumbled briefly with the key before pushing the door open, but just as you were about to enter, he pulled you to a sudden stop.
“Wait,” he ordered, his strong arms wrapping around you as he effortlessly lifted you up.
You squeaked, startled by the sudden move. ‘’Rafe, we're not married, you know,’’ you said with a soft laugh, looping an arm behind his neck. ‘’You don't have to carry me over the threshold."
He set you down gently on the wooden floor of the entrance hall and shut the door behind him.
Inside, the house felt big and empty, its openness accentuated by the sunlight streaming through the uncovered windows.
‘’I don’t know why, but I expected it to be fully furnished,’’ you admitted, glancing towards what you assumed was the living room.
Rafe chuckled, his fingers lacing with yours as he guided you further in. ‘’Some people do buy them furnished, but this one wasn’t. You’ll have to help me pick out furniture because I suck at decorating.’’
The kitchen was massive and even had two ovens — a rich people thing. It was unfortunate Rafe didn’t cook. The backyard had a large patio where Rafe mentioned wanting to set a barbecue and a firepit, and maybe one of those large daybeds. He wanted his house to be cozy and feel like a home, not look straight out of a fucking magazine.
As he led you into the last room upstairs, the master bedroom, Rafe's voice grew soft. The words were burning on his tongue, but he didn’t know how to say them.
‘’And here's our bedroom. I mean, the bedroom.’’ He made a mistake on purpose, just to see your reaction.
You tried to hide the smile that spread across your lips, your heart beating fast in your chest. The slip of his tongue hadn't gone by unnoticed. Did he truly mean for you to live here with him? Was this why he took you to the house and insisted on making it a surprise?
‘’There’s a big bathtub in the master bedroom, and—’’ Rafe continued, moving toward the bathroom to show you the bathtub, but you were not listening.
Moving in with someone is a huge step in a relationship, not something you can decide on a whim. You and Rafe had only been together for a few months, so it felt a bit early to take that step. But then again, everything in your relationship had moved quickly from the start. He met your parents two weeks after your first kiss, and said ‘I love you’ after twenty-six days of dating — yes, you had counted them.
When Rafe glanced back at you, he noticed you seemed deep in thought. ‘’Is everything okay?’’ he asked, an eyebrow raised in concern.
You snapped out of your thoughts, shaking your head. ‘’Yeah, everything’s good,’’ you replied, smiling at him. ‘’I was just thinking of all the time it’ll take us to christen our house.’’ A mischievous grin curled on your lips as you walked toward him. ‘’Maybe we should start now. It’s a big house.’’
Rafe’s eyes flickered with surprise as he heard what you were implying. He expected you to refuse, to say it was too soon.
‘’You’ll move in with me?’’ he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
You nodded, and a smile curled on Rafe's face. He's never been happier.
WARNINGS .ᐟ protected p in v, oral (f! receiving), established relationship, loss of virginity, reader and rafe being dorks, slow sex, these bitches do not shut up, reader is very insecure about her body and of course, has anxiety
NOTES .ᐟ this is representation for all my anxious and insecure girlies who giggle and blurt out random stuff when they're nervous (aka me)
You and Rafe were both on his bed making out, him laying underneath you as you straddled his waist—his idea, of course, citing that it would be more comfortable for both of you that way. "You better just have something in your pocket," you jokingly mumbled against his lips, feeling something distinctly hard and suspiciously close to his dick pressing against you.
You had a tendency to make a lot of dumb jokes and laugh when you were nervous, blurting out whatever came to mind before you could decide against it, which was ironic since overthinking was a second nature to you. You were shy and got nervous a lot, especially around Rafe. He was your first boyfriend and the hottest guy you'd ever laid your eyes on, neither of which helping your nerves.
Rafe's hands slipped under your shirt to touch your bare skin, holding you firmly on his lap. "Wouldn't you like to know," his smirk was teasing as he pulled back from the kiss to peer up at you.
"Uh, yeah, that's kind of the whole point of asking," you also pulled back, sitting up as you smiled down at him. You liked it when Rafe went along with your stupid jokes, bantering with you to put you at ease. He never made you feel weird or awkward for using humor to cope with your anxiety.
"Well, if you must know, I'm packing heat," Rafe quipped with a mischievous grin, his grip on your hips tightening.
You gasped exageratedly, feigning shock. "You have a gun?" You knew very well what he meant, but when did that ever stop you from saying something stupid?
He snorted, his blue eyes shining with amusement. "Yeah, I have a gun in my pants because that makes so much sense," he replied sarcastically, finding your nervous humor endearing.
"Okay, Mr. Sassypants," you rolled your eyes playfully, your palms resting on his chest as a smile pulled at your lips.
"Mr. Sassypants?" Rafe repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You know, that's not a very nice thing to call your loving, patient, and amazingly sexy boyfriend."
"Well, I can't help that my loving, patient, and amazingly sexy boyfriend is such a diva," you grinned, feeling his chest rise and fall, his heart beating steadily under your fingertips.
"Diva?" He gasped in mock offense, his hands sliding up your sides. "I'll show you a diva." In one swift motion, he flipped your positions, pinning you beneath him.
You laughed, looking up at him with a smile despite the anxiety gnawing at you. He had a way of putting your mind at ease with just one look, and the soothing circles he was rubbing on your skin were definitely helping. He stared back at you, his gaze softening. He loved your smile and the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed. Truthfully, he loved everything about you, even your innate ability to make everything a tad bit awkward.
His eyes searched yours intently, searching for any signs that you wanted him to stop. Noticing his serious turn of demeanor and his intense gaze, you felt your cheeks heat up. "Oh, cmon, don't get all serious on me now," you rolled your eyes, trying to lighten the mood.
"Well, I take my role as your boyfriend very seriously," he grinned, leaning down to kiss your neck. "And, it wouldn't be very boyfriendly of me to let you go on without knowing the wonders of sex."
"Oh, right, of course, it would be for my benefit," you giggled, your heart racing at the idea of being intimate with him. You weren't exactly against the idea, but you were still a virgin, and the idea of being with someone like that was undoubtedly nerve-racking.
You could feel Rafe smile against your skin, his hands sliding farther up your sides. "Uh huh, always thinking of what's best for my girl."
"Wow, who knew you were so selfless?" You giggled, biting your lip as he nipped as your skin. Your fingers slotted into his hair as he continued to kiss and suck at your neck, his hot breath fanning against your heated skin.
"I'm a saint, what can I say?" He mumbled, his tone teasing. He was being careful, trying to reassure you without actually saying anything because he knew you'd prefer to keep things as lighthearted as possible to make you forget about how serious the moment actually was. He could tell you were nervous, and he was determined to make you as comfortable as possible.
"Uh huh, a saint," you smiled as he slowly, tentatively pushed your shirt up your body. He was giving you time to tell him to stop, maybe even slap him if you wanted to, but you didn't. As much as you felt like you were going to die on the spot at the idea of him seeing you naked, you trusted him, and you wanted this.
"I am but a humble servant of my sexy girlfriend," he pulled back from your neck to search your eyes again, pausing for a moment before your shirt revealed your bra. You gave him a small nod, and he smiled, tugging the shirt over your head as you leaned up a little and lifted your arms to help him. He threw the shirt aside, eyes roaming your skin, as if memorizing every detail. "God, you're beautiful," he breathed out.
"Shut up," you said bashfully, your heart beating faster under his intense gaze. There was a voice in the back of your head telling you that you weren't pretty enough for him, that he would hate how you looked, and that was why you preferred to fill the silence with easy jokes and stupid quips. It made it easier to silence that nagging part of you that thought you weren't good enough for him.
"No, I mean it," he insisted, his fingers slowly tracing the lace edging of your bra. "You're like, way too pretty to be real. I mean, look at you." There was a sincerity to his words that he couldn't fake, an edge of awe and pure unbridled devotion that made your head spin.
The way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, the way he touched you like he worshipped every inch of you—it was all overwhelming in the best possible way. It had you scrambling in your mind to say something, anything, even if that something was a dumb dick joke.
"I bet you're thinking about saying something stupid, aren't you?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face as he leaned down to pepper kisses over your collarbones and down the swell of your cleavage.
"I never say anything stupid," you breathed out, as he kissed the skin that wasn't hidden behind your bra. It made your heart flutter that he knew you so well, but it also made you realize how awfully predictable you were.
"Uh huh and I'm the Queen of England," he retorted sarcastically, reaching up to slide one of your bra straps down your shoulder, kissing the bare sliver of skin that was revealed.
"Oh my God, you are?" You gasped, his remark loading you with the perfect ammunition to say something stupid. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness."
"Mmm, flattery will get you everywhere," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he continued to kiss and touch you, slipping your other strap off. He slowly unhooked your bra, his eyes meeting yours as he paused, asking for silent permission. You bit the inside of your cheek nervously before nodding.
He pulled your bra off almost instantly, his gaze sweeping over your bare chest. You felt so vulnerable beneath his gaze, resisting the urge to cover yourself. "Okay, your turn, pretty boy," you swiftly said, trying to ease your nerves and figuring you might be a little more comfortable if you weren't the only half-naked one.
"Yes, ma'am," He smirked, leaning back to pull his own shirt off, revealing his muscular chest. You couldn't help but stare, eyes roaming over his abs and the way his muscles flexed as he tossed his shirt aside. He settled back over you, his hands sliding up your sides. "Better?"
"You are annoyingly hot," you huffed, finding it completely unfair that someone as perfect as him could even exist, let alone be on top of you right now.
"Aw, you're just saying that because you want in my pants," he teased, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. "But I can't blame you, I am pretty irresistible." He leaned down, swallowing the small gasp you let out at his touch as he captured your mouth in a deep, heated kiss.
"That's slander," you mumbled into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers into his hair as you pulled him closer.
"Mmm, then sue me," he murmured against your lips before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, slowly making his way to your chest.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin. He was ridiculously skilled with his mouth, knowing exactly how and where to kiss you to drive you crazy. "Yknow what, maybe I will," you retorted breathlessly, your chest rising and falling a little faster.
"I think we can come to some sort of settlement out of court," He paused, his hot breath washing over your skin before he slowly, deliberately wrapped his lips around one of your peaks, swirling his tongue around it. "What do you think?"
Your lips parted at the feeling, intaking a sharp breath of air. "Uh, yeah, yknow that could work maybe," you grinned, your fingers gently tugging at his hair as he ravished your tits with attention.
"Mmm, I thought it might," he hummed with a cocky grin, switching to give equal attention to your other breast, your back arching ever so slightly, urging him closer. He smirked against your skin, making his way lower and leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. His hands slid down your sides to your hips, fingers curling around the waistband of your pants.
"Hey, wait, I don't want to be naked first," you protested, only half joking. You would rather die than be fully naked in front of him while he sits there with his clothes on.
"Oh, trust me, I have no intention of leaving my pants on any longer than necessary," He assured you with a mischievous grin, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, his knuckles brushing against your skin.
"Yeah, 'cause you're a freak," you grinned, moving on to the making fun of your boyfriend portion of the program in an attempt to soothe the pit of nausea in your stomach. You were kind of scared, not that you wanted to be lame and admit that.
"Hey, I resent that," He protested, but his tone conveyed the opposite message as he tugged your jeans and underwear down your legs in one smooth, expert motion, his gaze never leaving yours. "I'm just enthusiastic, that's all."
"Enthusiastically a whore," you snorted, letting your head fall back, staring at the ceiling. You'd really rather not see yourself naked right now, not with the amount of anxiety already coursing through your veins. You did not need a reminder of what Rafe was seeing.
"Whore?" He teased, his fingers dancing along your inner thighs. "I think you mean an amazing boyfriend who loves you and wants to make you feel good."
You hummed thoughtfully. "Uh, no, I'm pretty sure I mean whore," you grinned, reluctantly looking down at him despite yourself.
"Well, this whore is about to rock your world," He smirked, slowly trailing kisses up your inner thigh, gripping your hips. "Just relax and let me do all the work." His voice was low and seductive, his intentions clear.
"You're such an idiot," you laughed at his cheesy choice of words, a little nervous that the witty banter would have to be put on hold. He can't exactly respond to your sarcastic remarks with his mouth occupied.
He hummed, his breath hot against your core. Your breathing picked up, and you were unsure whether it was anticipation or if you were on the verge of a panic attack.
He slowly dragged his tongue along your slit, groaning at your taste on his tongue and the subsequent gasp that fell from your lips, making his painfully hard cock twitch in his jeans. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them further apart and opening you up to him. He had dreamed of this moment, imagined this exact scenario about a half a dozen times as he got himself off, and now that it was actually happening, he was going to relish every moment.
He began to eat you out like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside your tight heat, familiarizing himself with every inch of you. His nose nudged at your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that pulled a low whine from your throat. Your fingers threaded into his hair, moaning at the unfamiliar pleasure.
His fingers replaced his tongue, his mouth moving up to the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth, determined to send you over the edge. He pushed his fingers deep inside and curled them, finding that spot that made your back arch and your hips buck against his mouth.
"Rafe," his name left your lips a breathy whimper as your head fell back against his pillows. Rafe was no stranger to having women under him, writhing and moaning his name, but something about it being you made him crazy. It took all his self-control not to blow his load in his pants right there and then.
He redoubled his efforts, eager to make you cum, rubbing that sweet spot inside you with ruthless precision and sucking on your clit, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nub. Another moan fell from your lips, your grip on his hair bordering on painful as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your legs practically shaking at the intense pleasure.
He groaned as he felt you spasm around his fingers, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. He slowly pulled away, grinning as he took in your dazed expression. He carefully slipped his fingers from your quivering hole, bringing them to his mouth. He couldn't help the moan that rumbled low in his throat as he tasted you on his tongue. God, you were perfect.
His eyes flicked up to yours as his tongue darted out to lick his lips clean. "Good, huh?" He asked, his tone smug. He knew it had been good, but he wanted to hear you say it.
"I'm gonna slap that stupid look off your face," you playfully rolled your eyes, your skin practically burning up with embarrassment.
"I think that would take our case from a civil lawsuit to a criminal assault charge," he grinned, calling back to your previous joke about taking him to court. He positioned himself over you again to press his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"It's my first offense and a misdemeanor," you mumbled into the kiss, cupping his face. "Worst I'll get is a fine, so... totally worth it."
"Okay, smartass," he pulled away, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, gazing down at you lovingly.
"Just saying," you smiled softly up at him, his hair falling into his face and his blue eyes sparkling. He really loved you, and it was evident just from the way he looked at you. He'd never felt anything like it before. He loved you so much it terrified him.
But, of course, you had to ruin the moment of peace because shutting up was not something you were wired to do, especially not in the face of such charged silence. "Your little friend is poking me again," you blurted out the words before you could stop yourself. Little friend? You really couldn't have come up with anything else?
Rafe couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips as he rocked his hips against you, making you gasp softly. "He's just happy to see you." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned down at you, his fingers absently tracing along your side.
"Okay, well, can you tell him I don't really know him like that, so maybe he should calm down a little bit," you couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, but you loved it, and you loved him. He understood you in a way you never thought you'd be understood by anyone.
"He says he's not planning on staying a stranger for much longer," he smirked, his hips rolling against yours.
"This is actually so stupid," you giggled, your hand covering your mouth as you laughed beneath him.
"Oh, now it's stupid?" He rolled his eyes, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. "You're the one who started it."
"Shut up," you smiled, leaning up to kiss him. "Okay, okay, you can... start now, I guess," you said awkwardly. There was only so long that you could stall with stupid dick jokes. Besides, you felt a little bad that he had been so patient and undoubtedly, extremely hard.
"About time," he murmured with faux annoyance, his voice low as he fiddled with his belt buckle and pulled it through the loops, tossing it aside before popping the button on his jeans and slowly unzipping them.
You sucked in a breath, trying to calm your nerves as the sound of him pulling his jeans off seemed to echo through the room. You wanted this. You knew you did, but you couldn't help the pit of fear in your stomach.
He paused, feeling your body tense beneath him as you took a deep breath, a sign he knew all too well. "Hey, look at me," he coaxed softly, cupping your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We can wait if you're not ready. Just tell me to stop, and I will, no questions asked, no hard feelings. We can just forget all about it," he reassured you.
Your heart fluttered as you heard your boyfriend's words, meeting his gaze and seeing the sincerity behind his eyes. "No, I- I want to. I'm just... scared, yknow," you bit your lip nervously, mentally kicking yourself. You always seemed to be scared. There probably wasn't a single thing in the world that you weren't scared of.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he soothed, pressing gentle kisses to your face, your neck, your collarbone—anywhere he could reach. "There's nothing wrong with being scared. It's your first time. If you weren't scared, that would be a little concerning."
You laughed softly at his words. "You just make sure you wrap it up. I don't know where you've been," you joked. "Safe sex is great sex as the Lil Wayne once wisely said."
He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Lil Wayne, huh? I didn't know he moonlighted as a sex ed teacher." He reached into his bedside table, pulling out a foil packet and waving it in front of your face. "But don't worry, I'm always prepared."
"Jesus, that's a lot of condoms," you said, peering into his drawer and seeing way more condoms than you realistically thought one person would need. "You are a whore of massive proportions. Like, literally a menace to the female population."
"Oh, hush," he grinned, tearing open the packet and rolling the latex down over his length. "I bought them in bulk. You know, for... emergencies," He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, leaning back down to press kisses to your skin once more.
"Eugh," you giggled, your face scrunching up in disgust. "I genuinely do not want to know what a sex emergency is."
"Hey, a guy's gotta be prepared, okay?" He murmured against your neck, his breath warm. "Now, are you going to keep talking, or are you going to let me kiss you and calm you the hell down?"
"Yo, I am literally so calm," you rolled your eyes, lying through your teeth in the name of comedy and also not sounding like the total little loser virgin you were. "So calm and so chill. Literally have never been calmer or chiller in my life."
"Uh-huh," he hummed, clearly unconvinced as he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw, his fingers slowly trailing down your side, his touch gentle. "Because nothing says 'calm and chill' like sex jokes and rambling like you're on speed."
"Well, I can't help that I'm the funniest person alive," you argued, the realization dawning on you that you were naked, and he was naked, which meant there was only so many more sex jokes you could make before the sex actually commenced.
"You're not even in the top five funniest people I know," he teased, his fingers reaching your hip as he slowly pulled you closer, the heat of his body pressing against yours.
"Oh, you got jokes, huh?" You grinned, nervously giggling when you felt his tip nudge at your entrance. "You better take that back if you wanna get laid tonight."
"I think I'll stick with my original statement," he said, his voice low and husky as he pressed forward, the head of his dick pushing into you slowly as he rubbed soothing circles on your hip. "You're just not funny enough to make the cut, sweetheart."
You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, wincing at the painful sensation. You grabbed his bicep for support, digging your nails into his arm. "Liar," you joked weakly, your chest heaving as you breathed through the intrusion.
"Shh, just breathe," he whispered against your neck, his voice low and soothing as he paused, letting you adjust to the foreign feeling. "You're doing so good, baby. You're taking it like a champ."
"Okay, don't call me champ while you're inside me," you grimaced, trying to keep the conversation lighthearted as you slowly adjusted to having him inside you.
"You okay, baby?" He asked softly, pushing the slightest bit further into you as he examined your reaction closely.
"Oh, yeah, just peachy," you said sarcastically. The pain was gradually starting to fade, making the whole thing more enjoyable by the second. Though, the pressure between your thighs was intense.
"Mhm, you're a real ray of sunshine," he chuckled softly, pushing the rest of the way into you, his body shuddering as he bottomed out. He was as deep as he could go, his hips flush against yours.
You gasped as he pressed all the way into you, your grip on his bicep tightening. "You're gonna look like you got mauled by a lion after this," you panted out, apologetic for the involuntary response.
"I'd wear that badge of honor proudly," he said, his voice thick with amusement as he slowly began to move, his hips rolling against yours in a gentle, soothing rhythm. "Now, shut up and let me make love to you."
"Don't say 'make love' either. That's so gross," you giggled softly, a breathy moan falling from your lips as he set a slow, pleasurable pace.
"Then what would you prefer I call it?" He murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued his steady movements, the friction building between your bodies. "'Coitus'? 'Intercourse'? 'Fucking'?" He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust of his hips.
You moaned, your head falling back against the pillows and brows pinching in pleasure. Okay, you were definitely starting to see what all the fuss was about. "Let's just not refer to what's happening right now as anything at all."
"Mhm, I can work with that," he hummed, his pace picking up slightly as he felt you start to relax more, your body welcoming his thrusts. "Just focus on how good it feels, baby. Let me take care of you."
He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you deeply as he continued to fuck you with a pace that demonstrated his love and devotion to you. He never thought he would be one for slow, romantic sex, but he didn't think he was into a lot of things before he met you. You had a way of making him discover things about himself he was completely clueless to.
As he kissed you, he slowly shifted his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that particularly sensitive spot inside you. He felt you tense up, a sharp gasp escaping your lips into the kiss, and he smiled against your mouth. "You like that, huh?"
"You're such an ass," you grinned, your fingers curling into his hair, back arching into him as his tip continued to hit that spongy spot inside you, the pressure low in your abdomen building.
"Maybe so, but you love it," he smirked against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as he increased his pace, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. "And you're gonna come for me again, baby. Aren't you?"
Your mouth fell open in pleasure, your breath hot against his lips. "uh huh," you nodded, your eyes fluttering shut. He was a cocky motherfucker, but he was hot and he put up with your shit, so it was only fair you put up with his in return.
"That's my girl," he purred, one hand sliding down to rub tight circles on your clit as he continued his relentless pace. "Come on, baby. Let me feel you. I want to watch you fall apart for me."
You gasped sharply at the added stimulation, his name leaving your lips in a whine as you tensed around him, sent over the edge for the second time.
He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, the sensation of you practically choking his dick sending him into his own release. "Fuck, you feel so good," he panted, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself into the condom with a low moan of your name.
Your walls pulsed around him as you slowly came down from your high, relaxing into the mattress. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, your whole body on fire and coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
He collapsed on top of you with a satisfied hum, peppering gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone as he softened inside you. "I love you, you know that?"
"Good 'cause otherwise this would be pretty awkward," you laughed breathlessly, gently raking your nails over his scalp soothingly. "But, seriously, I love you too," you added quietly after a beat of silence.
DAD!RAFE who would definitely get home from work to hear the footsteps of your kids running down the stairs. they’d hug his legs, all giddy that their daddy is finally home, laughing when he’d swoop them up into a big hug.
DAD!RAFE who would be extremely overprotective of his kids. they fell and scraped their knee? shit, he’s about to call 911. oh, and the moment one of your kids gets into a relationship? his face literally pales. your kid has to assure rafe 24/7 it’s going okay.
and when they get into an argument, the entire family has to hold rafe back from storming out the house and beating the shit out of the boyfriend/girlfriend for hurting his baby.
DAD!RAFE who would accidentally swear under his breath, causing your kids to spin their heads around, the expression of complete shock on their little faces. rafe would immediately try to gaslight them into thinking that he didn’t. “don’t tell your mommy. i swear i didn’t say anything.” and when that didn’t work, he’d bribe them, saying he’d get them any toy or candy at the store.
(spoiler alert: they took the gifts and still proceeded to snitch on their daddy.)
DAD!RAFE who would take your kids boating, sitting them on his lap as they placed their small hands on the wheel. “there you go! you’re a natural, aren’t you?” he’d say, their faces lighting up as he complimented them.
DAD!RAFE who would make dinner one time, all happy and giddy to present his cooking to his family. you taste it first, your eyes widening. it tastes like absolute ass, and you have to reassure rafe that it’s great, but he’s not buying it.
your kids taste it, and they immediately spit it out. rafe frowns, and once he eats it, he does the exact same. “what the? i used the recipe!!” he’d whine, and you’d have to comfort him as your kids scraped the food off the plate and into the trash bin.
DAD!RAFE who would be so fucking supportive towards your children. one of them has a sports game? shit, he’s always there, cheering them on at the top of his lungs. one of them upset about something? he doesn’t even have to ask what’s wrong, because no matter what it is, he’s wrapping his arms around them and whispering warm affirmations in their ear.
DAD!RAFE who would brush your daughter’s hair, careful to be gentle and not to tug on any knots. he’d scroll through a bunch of tutorials, letting her pick which one she wanted every time. at this point, he’s a professional.
DAD!RAFE who would hold your kids hand any time they had to cross the road. and when they pulled away from him, instead going to you, he’d get all offended. he’d huff and frown, shaking his head.
DAD!RAFE who would be on the verge of tears as you dropped your kids off on the first day of kindergarten.
“are you..?”
“im not crying, you are!”
DAD!RAFE who would take your son golfing, a big ass smile on his face as he sees how well he catches on. he’d pat your son on the back, trying not to jump up and down at the sight of his son exceeding at his sport.
DAD!RAFE who would feel bad when he yelled at one of your kids. he’d apologize immediately, mumbling how he doesn’t wanna be mean to his babies. :(
can we see angel!reader and drew having a pregnancy scare?? 😭😭
drew would be screaming and crying i fear .... the media already hates him for 'preying on young girls' ........ 😞 also i will have another part abt this but talking more abt the public eye part of this cuz i got a rec abt it <3
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bored while at home, waiting for drew to come home, you decide to take a pregnancy test. although you hadn't gotten your period in a month you knew it was going to say negative, you and drew were very good about taking precautions, especially drew.
dancing around the bathroom in drew's clothes after rummaging through his closet, waiting to see the test results you take another look at it. your smile immediately drops when you see the faintest double line.
you pull out your phone and call drew. a little bit of relief taking over when you hear his soft voice over the phone. "hey baby, what's up?"
"drew."
"is everything okay?"
"okay so," you huffed before just spitting it out. "i took a pregnancy test and i see the faintest second line. i dont know if i'm just seeing things or if this is real? oh my god drew i'm so scared. i'm sorry. i just-"
drew cut you off, despite his internal panicking, he tried calming you down. "don't apologize. it'll be okay. i'm on my way home. okay?"
"okay. can you just stay on the phone though?" you asked. you sounded so soft over the phone.
"of course baby."
after yapping drew's ear off for the next 15 minutes about how scared you were, he finally made it home.
he told you to take another, so you did. while waiting for the second test to be ready, you sat on drew's lap on his bed. where he held you and told you that everything was going to be okay no matter what. he put his panic to the side to tend to yours.
looking at the test together, both faces full of relief when their was only one line.
"they can never say my pull out game weak."
"shut up."
but still you took several other tests to make sure because you were freaking out <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
hope you don’t get sick of me babe cos i’ll be asking lots of things for angel!reader x drew 😘
anyway can you write like drew missing angel!reader so much he makes a random tiktok that nobody knows is him and just watched edits of her and videos made by people and like how he would think of them or react!!
i could never get sick of u, u my girl 💖 also i love them so i do not even MINDDDD keep em coming
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stop i can so see him making a random tiktok account (bc you forced him to make one to like your tiktoks) under the username of something like ‘ilovemygirlfriend8372929’ or something like ‘notrafecameron8382’ and he shows you and he’s like “heh. get it babe? because i AM rafe cameron.”
and you’re just like “haha yeah baby.”
but anywas, aside from him using it to only like your tiktoks, you thought he NEVER used it. but little did you know he had a silly little secret …..
you put him onto the whole editing world, you showed him edits of himself and his characters. (you were forced to because one day he caught you watching edits of him at full volume in the comfort of your own bedroom sigh …)
one day he really missed you, you weren’t even away or anything, you were just out having a day with your girls, not answering your phone. and drew was desperate for some sort of SOMETHING.
so he was being silly and decided to search up edits of you, to which he didn’t find much but boy was he amazed. literally cheesing in his bed like a little freak. and now he understood why you watched edits of him in your free time 🩷 good boy
but also i feel like he’d also have no shame in sending you the edits and being like “dayyuammmm girl you fine” and you’re just like “omg stop it.”
You were at the gym, clad in a tight workout set that hugged your curves in all the right places. The fabric of your leggings clung to your hips, and your sports bra, though supportive, barely contained the fullness of your breasts. You adjusted it for the third time in the last five minutes, acutely aware of Drew’s eyes on you as he watched from the side.
Your personal trainer, Drew was known for his strict routines and unwavering focus. But today, there was something different in the air, a tension that buzzed between you with every glance, every subtle brush of his fingers against your skin as he adjusted your form.
“Okay, let’s start with some squats,” Drew said, his voice deep and authoritative, sending a thrill through you. He stood behind you, his large hands resting on your hips to guide your movements. “Feet shoulder-width apart, keep your back straight. Ready?”
You nodded, trying to focus on the exercise and not the heat of his hands on your body. You lowered yourself into a squat, feeling the burn in your thighs as you pushed yourself. But with every dip, you could feel your sports bra straining, your breasts threatening to spill out. Drew’s gaze was locked on you, intense and unwavering
“Good,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in closer, his hands still firmly on your hips. “Keep going. I know you’ve got more in you.”
You bit your lip, both from the effort and the way his proximity was making your heart race. You couldn’t deny the way his touch affected you, the way your body responded to his commands, eager to please him in more ways than one.
As you rose from another squat, Drew’s hand slid up your side, dangerously close to your breast. You sucked in a breath, the sensation sending a wave of heat through you. He noticed your reaction, his lips quirking into a small, knowing smile.
“Everything alright?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. He pressed just a bit closer, his chest brushing against your back, his hands now resting just beneath your ribcage. You could feel the hard planes of his body, his breath warm against the nape of your neck.
“Yeah,” you managed to say, though your voice came out breathier than you intended. You cursed inwardly at how easily he could unravel you.
“Good,” he said, his hands slipping lower until they rested on your hips again. “Now, let’s move to deadlifts.”
You moved to the barbell, trying to steady your breathing, but it was impossible to ignore the way Drew’s presence was affecting you. As you bent over to grip the bar, you felt your breasts brush against the fabric of your bra, the slight pressure sending a jolt of sensation through you
Drew’s hand was on your lower back now, his fingers pressing lightly as he guided your posture. “Straighten your back,” he instructed, his tone firm yet filled with a hint of something more. “And lift.
You did as he said, the barbell rising with a controlled motion. But as you came back up, you couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze was glued to your chest, the way your breasts seemed to strain even more against the confines of your sports bra.
Drew’s eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly as he watched. You felt a surge of confidence at the way you were affecting him, the knowledge that you weren’t the only one who was struggling to keep it professional.
“Perfect form,” he praised, though his voice was huskier now, laced with something that sent shivers down your spine. He moved closer, his chest almost brushing against your back as he adjusted your grip on the barbell. “But you could go deeper.”
You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his, and you saw the fire burning in his gaze. Without a word, you bent over again, this time pushing yourself a bit further, knowing exactly what you were doing.
Drew’s hand slid down your back, his touch lingering as he guided you through the movement. “Just like that,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
When you stood back up, you turned to face him, your chest rising and falling with each breath. Drew was close, too close, his eyes locked on yours, the tension between you almost unbearable.
“Drew…” you started, but before you could say anything more, his lips were on yours, hot and demanding. The kiss was everything you had imagined—fierce, hungry, and full of the passion that had been simmering between you for weeks.
His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you could feel every hard line of his body pressed against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss, pouring all your desire into it.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your bodies humming with the electricity of what had just happened. Drew rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still dark with need.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he confessed, his voice rough with emotion.
You smiled, your hands tracing the muscles of his arms. “I could say the same to you.”
He chuckled softly, his grip on you tightening. “We should probably finish the workout…”
You bit your lip, considering the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Or we could start a different kind of workout,” you suggested, your voice dripping with suggestion.
Drew’s grin widened, his hands sliding lower to grab your ass as he kissed you again, this time slower, more deliberate. “I think I like the sound of that
Drew’s hands gripped your ass firmly as he kissed you, his lips moving with a hunger that left you breathless. The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips, pulling you impossibly close. The heat between you was undeniable, the kind that made you forget everything except the feel of him against you.
You could feel his hardness pressing into your stomach, and it sent a wave of desire pooling between your thighs. His hands slid up your sides, brushing against the underside of your breasts, making you gasp against his mouth. Drew took advantage of your parted lips, his tongue delving deeper, claiming you with every stroke.
When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his eyes dark with need. He looked down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and the way your chest heaved with each breath. The look in his eyes made you feel powerful, knowing you had reduced him to this state, his usual control unraveling before you.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, his hands slipping under your sports bra, pushing it up just enough to free your breasts. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Drew’s gaze as he stared at you.
His thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you moaned, arching into his touch. Drew’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the intensity there made your knees weak. Without warning, he bent down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before he sucked hard, sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core.
You cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts, his teeth grazing your skin, biting just enough to leave a mark. His other hand massaged your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers, driving you wild with need.
“Drew…please,” you whimpered, the sound desperate, almost pleading. You needed more, needed him to touch you, to take you right there in the gym.
He pulled back, his eyes meeting yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he pinched your nipple again, making you gasp.
You bit your lip, your body trembling with anticipation. “I want you, Drew. Right now. I need you.
Drew groaned, his hands moving to your waist as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to the padded bench in the corner of the gym. He set you down gently, his hands roaming your body as he kissed you again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring every moment.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings, and he pulled them down in one swift motion, leaving you bare before him. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his breath catching in his throat.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, his hands gripping your thighs as he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs wide. The sight of him between your thighs, his head lowering, made your heart race with anticipation.
His tongue flicked out, tasting you, and you moaned, your head falling back as pleasure flooded your senses. He worked you over with expert precision, his mouth driving you to the edge with every flick of his tongue, every soft bite of his teeth.
Your hands gripped the edge of the bench, your hips bucking against his mouth as you chased your release, the tension building until you couldn’t take it anymore. With a final, breathless cry, you came undone, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm as Drew continued to lap at you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
When you finally came down, Drew rose to his feet, his hands pulling you up to meet him. He kissed you fiercely, his lips tasting of you, and you could feel his arousal pressing against you, hard and insistent.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice rough, leaving no room for argument. You obeyed, your body still trembling as you turned to face the bench, your hands bracing against it as you bent over.
Drew’s hands were on your hips again, positioning you just how he wanted. You heard the sound of his zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then he was pressing against you, teasing you with the head of his cock.
“Drew, please,” you begged, your voice trembling with need.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continued to tease you
“I need you, Drew,” you whimpered, your body arching back, desperate to feel him inside you. “Please, I need you so bad.”
That was all it took. With a low growl, Drew thrust into you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of him inside you making you cry out in both pleasure and relief. He didn’t wait, setting a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours as he took you hard and fast.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the gym, mixed with your moans and Drew’s grunts of pleasure. He was relentless, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d have bruises in the morning. But you didn’t care—all you could focus on was the way he felt, the way he was claiming you, driving you higher and higher until you were on the brink of another orgasm.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice thick with need. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
His words sent you over the edge, your body convulsing around him as you came, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. Drew followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he found his release, spilling inside you with a low, guttural moan.
For a moment, the only sound in the gym was the heavy breathing as you both tried to catch your breath. Drew gently pulled out, turning you to face him, his hands cradling your face as he kissed you softly, a stark contrast to the intensity of what had just happened.
When he pulled back, he looked at you with a softness in his eyes that made your heart flutter. “You okay?” he asked, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
You smiled, leaning into his touch. “More than okay,” you replied, your voice soft, but filled with contentment.
Drew grinned, pulling you into his arms, holding you close. “Good,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
You looked up at him, a playful smile on your lips. “Is that so?”
He chuckled, his eyes darkening with promise. “Oh yeah. We still have a lot of ‘training’ to do.”
Drew had just walked in the door, the faint clink of his keys signaling his arrival. You pretended not to notice, casually draping yourself across the couch in your Brandy set—a skimpy, soft ribbed tank top and matching shorts that left little to the imagination. The fabric clung to your curves, the top riding up slightly as you shifted, exposing the swell of your breasts, teasing with every breath you took. You heard his footsteps grow closer, slow and deliberate, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You knew exactly what you were doing, wearing this particular outfit. The way the top barely contained you, how your nipples pressed against the fabric, begging for attention. Drew’s breath hitched as his eyes trailed over you, lingering on the way your tits threatened to spill out with each subtle movement.
“Hey, babe,” you greeted, stretching lazily, your back arching just enough to give him a better view. You leaned forward to pick up your phone from the coffee table, your top shifting precariously. A low, appreciative hum escaped Drew’s lips as he watched, his gaze darkening with each passing second.
“You’re killing me, you know that?” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he approached, towering over you. His fingers traced the edge of your top, pushing it aside just enough to expose more of your skin. You shivered at his touch, the anticipation bubbling in your stomach as you felt his breath on your neck.
“Am I?” you teased, glancing up at him through your lashes, your smile mischievous. You knew you were driving him crazy, and that only fueled the fire within you.
Drew didn’t waste any time. His hands slipped under your top, his fingers rough against the softness of your breasts. He groaned as he palmed them, his thumb brushing over your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You gasped, your body reacting to his touch, arching into him.
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he growled, his lips finding your skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck. He paused at the curve of your breast, his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh before biting down softly. You moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and need as he marked you, claiming you as his.
“Maybe I do,” you whispered, your voice trembling as his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer. Drew’s lips latched onto your nipple, sucking gently before biting down, a low growl escaping his throat. Your breath hitched, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to you as your body responded to his every touch, every kiss.
He lifted you effortlessly, settling you onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips as you straddled him. The heat between you was palpable, electric, as he pulled you flush against him. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, his desire matching your own.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his eyes locked on yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hands continued to explore your body. You melted into him, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, the warmth of his skin against yours.
As the kiss deepened, his hands slid down to your thighs, pulling you even closer, the friction between you driving you both wild. You rocked against him, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring every second of his touch.
Drew’s lips found your neck again, his teeth grazing your skin, biting softly as he whispered your name. His voice was thick with need, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the tension building between you, the air heavy with anticipation.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and heavy
You pull back slightly saying, “Drew I want you I want all of you “
thinking abt rafe making you watch his hands work in front of the mirror...
“Watch. Face the goddamn mirror and watch.”. Rafe demands, staring at you half naked form through the mirror in front of you, his large, rough fingers buried deep in your cunt, swirling as they press against the squishy flesh of your soaked walls.
“Rafe- Rafe!”. You continue to moan and cry out his name as a bead of sweat falls down your forehead. Rafe presses hot, open-mouthed kisses up the side of your neck, his digits still working their magic inside of you.
You could feel Rafe’s hard-on pressed against your back, he was enjoying making you watch yourself as he finger-fucks you, that was for sure. And you had a gut feeling that this wasn't gonna be the last time…
plsssss do like a noncon older rafe cameron x young reader. Basically rafe is the reader’s best friends’s dad and she has like a slight crush on him but rafe ends up coercing her or something. I was hoping for something dark but you can go a chill route whichever one you feel more comfortable writing ❤️❤️❤️❤️😊
a/n: thank you baby for this! i would say i had fun writing this but its 1am again and i think i was floating in and out of consciousness while writing this. rip my sleep schedule. (who am i kidding she was already dead)
word count :: 908
cw: 18+ only - mdni, smut, p in v sex, NONCON/DUBCON, age gap (19 years, both characters are of age), use of pet names, slapping, idk what else-
read at ur own risk!!
Knock knock.
Your head swivels around to face the door, the source of the knocks clear when you hear the low, gravelly voice. “Ariana, sweetheart? Can I come in?”
The door creaks open without permission, revealing none other than her father. Rafe Cameron…
Rafe is commonly known as the town's biggest dilf. And sure, he was attractive… he had these piercing blue eyes and a buzzcut that made you foam at the mouth, not to mention his big, bulky arms. And you just knew his dick was big. But no. no, no no- no, no.
Snap out of it! He's your best friend's father.
God you knew how wrong it was, but you'd spent three years crushing those dirty thoughts inside of your little brain, how hard could it be going forward? Fucking hard. Just like you pictured him being when he fucks y- stop it girl, pull yourself together.
Okay, so it was harder than you thought.
Rafe steps inside the room, peering around and spotting your form curled on the bed. “Oh hey doll, didn’t realize you came in, how’ve y’been?”. You know immediately that he was talking to you and you snap back into reality, “oh i've been good. How about you Mr Cameron?”
“Im doing well doll.” he states, turning to the door to Ariana’s bathroom as it swings open, ari emerging, eyes locking with her dad’s. “Oh hey dad”.
You notice a weird sort of atmosphere as they look at each other for a second. Rafe turning to look at you only serving to worsen the tension in the room. You stare back at him, glancing down for a second but your brain registering it as an eternity. You notice his pants tighten slightly as he looks at you and it causes your thighs to clench subconsciously. You swallow as you notice his eyes still on you. And of course it doesn't go unnoticed by Ari. “what the f-” she mumbles, shaking her head while turning to her dresser to rummage through her make-up drawer, “will you quit eye-fucking her already? God… dad she's half your age!”.
Clearly that doesn't seem to matter to him, his smirk only widening at her comment, “it's only nineteen years, sweetheart”
“Exactly my point, dad! She's literally only twenty-one!” Ariana retorts, finally turning around to face him, “just- get out, please? I don't want to have this conversation. Not now- not ever.”
And sure as hell, rafe leaves the room, leaving you and Ari in the room.
“Hes such a fuckin’ perv, im so sorry-”
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Later that night, you fall asleep on the floor of Ariana's room, pretty comfy in the pile of pillows that are sprawled across the floor beneath you. Both you and Ari are in deep sleep when rafe sneaks into the room, quietly tiptoeing over to where you lay asleep.
“Mm hello pretty girl” he whispers, gently, scooping you up with his big, strong arms, “you're coming with me, doll” you stir slightly as he takes you out of the room, and into his.
“M-mr Cameron?” you mumble as your eyes blink open slightly. “Shh dont panic doll, you're coming with me to have some fun, kay?”
You know, almost immediately, that you have no choice in the matter. You didnt exactly mind, hes hot, as fuck. But he's your best friend's dad- whatever, it's gonna happen and you're gonna enjoy it, you knew that much.
As soon as he shuts the door behind you two, he's immediately throwing you head first onto the bed. He wastes no time in sliding your shorts off your legs, groping and slapping the flesh of your ass. God he was addicted already and he hasn't even seen your pretty little pussy yet. He continues his attack on your now red, stinging ass as you reach back to pull his hands away.
“Such a good girl, already putting your hands where i want them…” he grabs a hold of your wrists, pinning them to your lower back.
Seconds later, he's pulling down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his already hardened cock. You let out a small yelp as you feel him rub his tip over your clothed clit. “So wet for me already babydoll”
You physically cannot form words, let alone sentences as you lay there motionless. You wiggle your hips a little, trying to get at least a little friction.
He pulls back slightly but instead of stopping entirely to punish you, you hear him spit, lubricating himself. A few moments later, he aligns his tip with your pussy as he slides your panties to the side. With one swift motion, he’s balls deep in your tight little cunt, stopping to let you adjust to his size.
You were right, his dick was big.
As you start to move your hips in desperation for movement, Rafe takes his cue and starts to slam in and out of your tight hole, needy, almost pornographic moans leaving your lips with each sweet sound of skin on skin. His brutal attacks on your cervix had you creaming all over his cock in a matter of minutes.
“Thats my good girl-” he sends a tingle through your body as he smacks your ass, “you fuckin’ peep a word to Ariana and i swear to god. Alright?”
You nod frantically, confirming that you were his little secret. His, and only his.
rafe being the handyman for your apartment complex -> based on this post
warnings: icky + sleazy behavior, no real smut, 18+ mdni
a/n: bit longer than I meant & i low key hate this but oh well
The keys on his belt loop jingled as he made his way to apartment 4B, chewing on tobacco and muttering something along the lines that today was supposed to be his day off. His fist made contact with the door, briefly knocking but there was no answer.
His patience starts to wear thin, his boot thumping against the floor as he knocks harder. Just as he turns around, ready to walk away, he hears the sweet sound of your voice, “Hello?”.
Rafe turns around, his eyes raking your body, you looked just about the sweetest thing he’s laid his eyes on. Your nipples poked through the oversized shirt you had on and your hair was in a messy bun. “Sorry I didn’t answer sooner, I just woke up” you sighed, trying to rub the sleep away from your eyes.
He smirked at your sweet and innocent demeanor, “S’not a problem, doll face. I was sent to fix an issue you’re having with the sink.”.
You didn’t say a word, your face burning from the nickname, “You gonna let me in?”.
“Oh, right, sorry” you ushered an apology, stepping aside to let him into the apartment. You close the door behind him, “Kitchen or bathroom?” he questions. You turn to face him and it wasn’t until now that he realized how small you were compared to him. His cock stiffened in his jeans at the sight of your big, doe eyes looked up at him, “Huh?”.
“The sink” his voice was gruff and you felt a shiver run up your spine as he stared down at you, “Oh, um, the bathroom”. He looked at you expectantly and you realized you had to show him where your bathroom was, muttering another apology under your breath.
As you led him to the bathroom, his eyes were glued to the hem of your oversized shirt that stopped just a little below the cheeks of your ass. He could tell you were wearing nothing but a pair of panties under the oversized shirt.
He steps into the bathroom, groaning to himself lightly at the intoxicating yet sweet smell of your body wash floods his nostrils. His toolbox clanks against the cool tile floor as he sets it down, “What’s the issue you’re havin’?” he murmured.
You frown, “It keeps leaking, I had to remove everything from the cabinet. I can’t even use the sink without water getting everywhere”. Rafe’s eyes were glued to your soft lips, watching them move as you rambled and all he could think about is stuffing your mouth full with his cock, “You’re ramblin’, doll face”.
You squeak out an apology, your face burning from embarrassment, “Think you could show me the problem?” he gestured to the sink and you nodded, moving past him to open the cabinet under the sink.
Rafe knew what the problem was based on what you described and from the maintenance ticket he received but that wasn’t stopping him from wanting to see you on your knees, bent over. You can feel his gaze on you but don’t think much of it as you bend over.
“Where is the leaking comin’ from?” he grumbled as he stood behind you. “Here” you pointed, turning your head to look back at him to see he was squinting, pointing his flashlight towards the pipe, “Where?”.
When you leaned forward more to show him where the leaking came from, your shirt rode up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your baby pink panties, “Do you see it?”, your saccharine-like voice rang through his ears, still facing away from him.
He licked his lips, eyes locked on the delicate panties around your hips, “Mhm, I see what I was lookin’ for, doll face”.
