#drew obx

[starrubi]

WINDOW OPEN

𐙚 ft. rafe cameron

you got out the shower, walking into your room with the towel around your body. your window was open so your room can air out. you didn’t think nothing of it. didn’t think someone who be staring into your window— at least because your room was on the second floor and it was facing at another house not the public.

shit. the room facing rafe's house. the cocky prince who supposedly runs all of kook side, outer banks. rafe went into his room looking for a bag of coke he just bought. rafe looked at the window to close it until he saw you in your pink towel. he watched as u paced around your room grabbing your panties.

rafe bit the inside of his cheek wondering if you were doing it on purpose to grab his attention. he was wrong. although… no he was wrong. you took a deep breath and lifted your towel up a bit before your towel fell. rafe did a light groan. this man couldn’t even say he wasn’t attracted to you. from the moment he saw you introducing yourself to sarah from across the yard, he had to find out who you were.

rafe took out his phone and pressed your contact. only reason he even had your number in the first place was because sarah said he could help you with cleaning the pool. rafe couldn’t stop staring at you and how your blue two piece sat on your body. how thick your thighs were and how plumed your ass was. he just wanted to taste you one time. he wanted to taste your lips. your lips on his dick. his throbbing dick. he groaned as he rubbed his hard on. "shit." he whispered to himself as he saw you drop your towel down on the floor.

you in just your white silky thong and your white bra. he hesitated while his thumb was over your contact name. he didn’t know if you would be upset at him if you found out he was staring at you from his window. he didn’t want you mad at him. if anything he wanted you to tease him a bit.

"answer the phone please." he whispered. watching you look at your phone from your bed and putting it to your ear. he saw you smiling like crazy. "rafe?"

"y/n.."

"what happened?" you questioned. it was weird that rafe called you. he never calls. he barely even text at that. "if i tell you, you can’t get mad at me okay?" he bit his tongue once more. "okay?"

"promise baby." your stomach turned into knots. baby? baby!? holy shit. his rough toned voice made your heart race. "promise rafe." you placed your tank top on. "hello?" you repeated not hearing rafe on the phone. "your window was open when you were changing." he spoke.

silence filling up the room. "what!?" you yelled. "please baby don’t be mad." you weren’t even mad. you were embarrassed ! "this is so embarrassing. rafe what did you see!?" you demanded looking at him staring at you from his bed. you could see him sitting up from his bed with his back against his bed frame. "tell me what you saw cameron."

the boy didn’t think his name would sound so soft and demanding out of you. "i walked in to look for something and i went to close my window when i saw you with the towel wrapped around your body. the way you placed your panties on your body, sliding them up." you could see the hard on rafe had in his shorts. "this is so embarrassing!" you cried out.

"no baby. no. it was sexy."

your cute laugh filling his stomach up with butterflies. he tries to have this tough act but when it comes to you— that’s a different story. "like what you see?" he questions over the phone as he sees you staring. "depends." you bit the inside of your cheek. this was the first…

well you’ve never had a guy spy on you while changing. "depends on what hm." he placed his hand inside his shorts. seeing how your breast sat perfect with your tank top. "if you’re gonna show me more." you winked at him. this was slowly turning you on. your thighs pushed together, feeling your pussy throb. “you would like that huh beautiful."

rafe moved his shorts and boxes down a bit making his dick come out. "you see this? it’s all hard just for you." he slowly stroked his dick. "desperate aren’t you." you watched as his stroked even more. rafe can feel his pre-cum all over his tip.

"does that make me weak?"

"no. you’re hot when your desperate."

"c'mon baby, help me out." you can see rafe tilt his head back again the bed frame. "tell me what you need rafe." you spoke softly. "fuck y/n." he murmured. "tell me pretty boy." pretty boy? the things you did to that man. now he didn’t want you. he needed you. needed you in his presence where he can touch your body and just do whatever he wanted to do to you.

"sit pretty and play with yourself." he demanded. you sat on your bed and opened your legs for him. "such a pretty girl and pretty sight. tell me your wet for me babe." he watched as you rubbed your clit with your two fingers. "yeah just like that." he started to pump his dick now. he was so turned on he didn’t want you to stop. he wanted this to last forever.

"like what you see?" you moaned as you saw him jerking faster. "fuck yeah. turn around for me and fuck your pillow." you weren’t even shocked at this point on where this is going. you were turned on. his voice demanded you to do things— fuck. you placed the pillow in between your legs. "ride it like if you were riding me."

you began to hump your pillow. you’ve never done this before, but there’s always a first right? "yeah baby. fuck, shake your ass for me." rafe knew he was about to finish but he couldn’t help but tease himself so he can watch you longer. watch the way you ride your pillow so fast. "ra-rafe. i’m-oh god." you moaned. "yeah baby. cum with me." he moaned watching you go faster causing him to go fast now.

"i’m almost there." rafe coming to his high. wanting to yell your name so you could hear from the window instead of the phone but he knew his parents where downstairs and he didn’t want sarah to find out he was having phone sex with her best friend.

"i-im cumming rafe." your orgasm hitting you. "me too." he kept pumping until all his cum came all out. "shit y/n. i need more. i want more." he complained.

"door is unlocked."

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[littlelamy]

fittings; drew starkey x victoria’ssecret!model!reader; mdni

the atmosphere in the fitting room was electric. a mix of bustling excitement and high stakes surrounded you as you stood in front of the mirror, admiring the intricate details of the lingerie you were trying on. it was one of the final fittings for the victoria’s secret fashion show, and you were set to take the stage in a few days. the excitement was palpable, but your thoughts were elsewhere today.

today, drew was here.

the reflection in the mirror showcased your figure, adorned in lace and delicate silks that clung perfectly to your body. the soft lighting accentuated every curve, and the sight alone made you feel powerful and confident. you adjusted the straps of the bra, feeling the softness of the fabric against your skin as you glanced toward the door.

drew stood leaning against the doorframe, his gaze locked on you with a mixture of admiration and something darker, more intense. his eyes roamed over your body, lingering on every exposed inch of skin as you shifted under his gaze. you had invited him to this fitting for a reason—his presence made you feel something extra, something exciting, and today felt like the perfect day to indulge in that energy.

“you look incredible,” drew murmured, his voice low and husky. he moved toward you, his hands sliding up your sides before resting on your hips, fingers grazing the edge of the sheer panties you wore. his touch was light, teasing, but it sent shivers down your spine. “i can’t believe you’re mine.”

a playful smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him. “you’re going to have to behave yourself,” you teased, your voice soft but carrying a hint of mischief. “i’ve still got to practice walking the stage after this.”

drew’s grin widened as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear. “i don’t think i’m capable of behaving right now,” he whispered, the heat in his voice unmistakable.

your breath hitched as he kissed the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing his lips down your collarbone, each kiss slow and deliberate. you knew you should stop him, tell him to wait until after the fitting, but the way his hands explored your body, skimming the curves of your waist, made it impossible to focus on anything else. his touch was intoxicating, and every nerve in your body was alive, sensitive to his every move.

drew’s hands traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, pulling them down just enough to expose more of you. his fingers brushed against your core, teasing you with feather-light strokes that made your legs weak. you closed your eyes, biting your lip as a soft moan escaped you. he knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you melt under his touch.

“you’re so perfect,” drew breathed, his voice filled with awe as he kneeled in front of you. his eyes never left yours as he slowly dragged your panties down, leaving you completely exposed before him. “so beautiful.”

you gasped as his lips pressed against your inner thigh, slowly kissing his way up. each touch sent waves of pleasure through you, your body trembling with anticipation. drew’s hands held your hips firmly, his mouth inching closer to where you needed him most. he paused, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin, making you squirm in his grasp.

“you taste even better than you look,” drew murmured before finally diving in. his tongue flicked over your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. you gasped, your hands gripping the edge of the fitting room table for support as he devoured you, his tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes that had you seeing stars.

he didn’t rush. drew took his time, savoring every second, his mouth moving expertly as he licked and sucked, his praises spilling from his lips between each movement.

“you’re so sweet, baby. god, i could do this all day,” he groaned, his voice muffled against your core as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. his tongue circled your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

your breathing became ragged, every moan and whimper spilling from your lips growing louder. it was hard to stay quiet, especially when he was this good, but you had to remind yourself that the walls were thin and anyone could be passing by outside the fitting room. still, that sense of urgency only made the moment more thrilling, more forbidden.

you couldn’t hold back anymore as drew intensified his efforts, his tongue moving in rapid circles while his fingers slipped inside you, curling and hitting that perfect spot. the combination was enough to send you over the edge, your body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you.

you cried out his name, your grip on the table tightening as your legs trembled, barely able to support your weight. drew didn’t stop until you were completely spent, drawing every last bit of pleasure from your body before finally pulling back.

he looked up at you, his lips glistening with evidence of what he had just done, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “you taste so good, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before standing up, pulling you into his arms.

your head was spinning, your body still humming from the intensity of it all. you leaned into drew, your breathing uneven as you tried to regain your composure.

“fuck, drew,” you whispered, your voice breathless. “i’m supposed to be practicing right now.”

he chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face as he kissed you, his lips still tasting like you. “you can practice in a bit,” he murmured against your lips. “i just wanted a taste before you had to leave.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, pushing him away slightly as you stepped back to adjust the lingerie. the lace was still perfectly intact, though your legs felt a bit like jelly after what he had just done to you.

you caught your reflection in the mirror again and smoothed the fabric, still feeling drew’s eyes on you, hungry and full of desire. but you had work to do, even if you could feel the heat of his gaze burning into your skin.

“i need to go,” you said, giving him one last playful glance as you turned toward the door. but the way he looked at you, all hungry and satisfied, told you this wouldn’t be the last of his "distractions" before the show. and honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[novascharms]

CHICKEN SHOP DATE — DREW STARKEY AU

You’re the host of a hit YouTube series you started on a whim at twenty, fresh off a degree in Fashion Communication. Most days are a blur of chicken shop dates, writing sessions, creative pitches, and slipping into very pretty dresses to report live from red carpets and high-profile events. That’s where you meet Drew Starkey. Strikingly handsome. Dangerously charming. Especially in a suit. After a few unexpected run-ins on the red carpet, your interviews start going viral. The internet can’t get enough of the chemistry, and soon, all anyone wants is one thing: for Drew Starkey to be your next Chicken Shop Date.

masterlist  a.n — i'm so happy we're getting so much drew content these days. MYMANMYMANMYMANNNN. kisses to brooke cus we would have crumbs if it wasnt for her.

TWO

The Met Gala – Red Carpet

The Met carpet is chaos disguised as glamour. The event handlers are always a bit too rough when moving people up the stairs, it's always loud and fast-paced and you have to be ready for anything at any given moment. Somewhere between the flashbulbs and the screaming fans, there’s you; balancing charm, wit, and five-inch heels that may or may not be slowly ending your life. But none of that matters right now. Not when he steps into frame.

Drew Starkey. In black-on-black tailoring that hugs his shoulders like it was sewn onto him in the dark. His hair’s a little undone, his walk a little lazy, and the second he sees you, it happens again.

He stares. And not in a regular way. He really stares. Watches you, up and down with a grin on his face that feels like it says; We meet again?

You smile, the camera catching just enough teeth to make it look effortless. “Well, well. Look who managed to clean up again.”

He grins, slower this time. His eyes trace over you with that infuriating kind of calm, like he’s studying something meant only for him. “Do you always look like this, or is it just when I’m around?”

You tilt your head, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would,” he says, without missing a beat.

You pretend not to hear that. Your expression doesn’t shift, but something in your stomach does. You gesture to the mark on the carpet. “Step into the light for me.”

He does. Effortlessly. Like he was born in it. But his gaze doesn’t waver. He stays looking at you like he forgot there are cameras, producers, and an entire internet waiting for content. Like it’s just the two of you.

You try to steady yourself, even as you ask, “Tell me a little about what you’re wearing tonight?”

“I’m wearing...” he begins, voice low. His eyes are still locked on yours for a second longer before they drop slowly, deliberately, sweeping down the line of your body like gravity has a hold on him.

You’re live. You know you’re live. You’re aware of every second that passes. Every camera lens pointed toward you. Every production assistant whispering behind their clipboards. Every viewer watching from home.

You’re just not sure he knows.

You’re just not sure he knows. Or worse, he knows exactly what he’s doing. And doesn’t care.

“Eyes up,” you say, forcing a smile to veil the heat creeping into your skin. “Focus.”

“I am focused.” His voice doesn’t waver. He’s still looking at you.

“On the camera,” you clarify, raising a brow.

He smiles, that slow, lazy grin that feels dangerous when paired with the look in his eyes. “Sure.”

“Liar.”

"I’ll be whatever you want me to be."

You raise a brow, surprised he said it out loud, and he just shrugs a little, amused with himself like he’s already gotten away with something.

“Did you just come out of the womb a flirt?” you ask, partly to keep the banter going and partly to collect yourself, to put some distance between the heat of his gaze and your wildly unprofessional response to it.

He shakes his head, slow and deliberate. “This is just for you.”

There’s a beat. A crackle of electricity just under the surface.

You inhale through your nose and shift your weight, grounding yourself again. The laugh that bubbles up gets caught in your throat. You tilt the mic a little closer to your chest, the movement more of a distraction than anything else.

“Are you sure?” you ask now, but it’s not for the audience, not even for the content. This is just for you. A quiet attempt to untangle the threads. To figure out if this whole flirty routine is calculated. Something his publicist cooked up after realizing you two had good on-camera chemistry. Or if this is real. Him, standing there, saying things he doesn’t have to say, looking at you like he doesn’t want to look anywhere else.

You’ve worked this job long enough to know how much of Hollywood is staged. Glamorous, polished, controlled. What you think is real is often the exact opposite. Carefully curated, rehearsed, and micromanaged for maximum effect.

He watches you. There’s a flicker in his expression, something unspoken but not subtle.

“You don’t trust me?” he asks with a grin, light but not dismissive. His tone suggests he already knows the answer, but wants to hear you say it anyway.

You purse your lips to stop from smiling and shake your head, half-laughing now, flustered in spite of yourself. “We’re done talking about this. We’re talking about this suit now, which is absolutely gorgeous. You look great in blue.”

But he cuts in, voice still smooth. “Hold on, I—”

You shake your head, waving him off, the corners of your mouth betraying you again. “Nope. I have bullet points to get through.”

He leans in slightly, “Wouldn’t want to fuck up the bullet points,” he murmurs, chuckling under his breath.

You give him a sharp look despite the smile on your face. “Language.”

“Sorry,” he says, eyes glinting. Then, turning briefly to the camera, he repeats the apology, a bit more performative this time, but still charming. “Sorry.”

Your media training kicks in, smooth as silk before he can veer you off track again. You lift your chin. “Who are you wearing?”

“Loewe dressed me tonight,” he answers, the rhythm of his voice a little easier now. “Wanted me to look like I belong here.”

You hum, letting your eyes drop to the lapels, the tailoring, the navy fabric that somehow makes his shoulders look broader than ever. “Well. Tell Jonathan he succeeded. You look expensive.”

He leans a fraction closer, just enough to narrow the space between you. His voice dips. “You’d be the expert.”

You tap your mic once. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It was,” he says. His eyes are on you again. They haven’t really left, but now they’re softer. Sincere.

And maybe you imagined it, but his fingers twitch slightly where his hand rests against his thigh, like they’re aching to reach out. He doesn’t. Not quite.

You try to keep your composure, to stay in the frame of the job, but it’s hard. He’s looking at you like he’s seeing something he wasn’t prepared for.

His gaze drops again, but not far. Not greedy. Just enough to catch the sheen of your lip gloss when the light hits it. It lingers there, caught in the space between curiosity and something else entirely.

You don’t mention it.

“Alright,” you say, angling the mic ever so slightly toward him, voice steady despite the heat rising to your face. “First thing you’re doing once you get inside?”

“Find the exhibit,” he says, to your surprise. “There’s a suit I want to see.”

You raise your brows, fighting the tug of a smile. “I think you forgot how an interview works, Starkey. I ask, you answer.”

He tilts his head slightly, one brow lifting, all amused arrogance. “Is that the rule?”

“That’s the rule.”

There’s a second of silence between you. The kind that stretches without feeling awkward. Then he says it, soft and low, the edges of the words just a little rough like velvet against skin.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You blink. The air shifts. Somewhere behind the camera, Gracie let out a quiet breath that sounds suspiciously like oh, fuck me.

Your heart stutters. Just once. You recover quickly. “You’re trouble.”

He doesn’t deny it. Just smiles like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So,” you continue, trying to stay professional. “What’s your Met hot take?”

He thinks for a second. “Too many people pretending they like caviar.”

You laugh—loud and unfiltered. “That’s the one.”

Your camera guy gives you a subtle throat-cutting motion. You hold up a single finger like one more minute. Drew notices and barely reacts. He just keeps watching you like he’s trying to memorize the moment.

“I’ll see you in there?” he asks.

“Only if you’re not causing too much trouble.”

He starts walking backward again with both hands held up like okay okay. “I’ll behave.”

You laugh under your breath. “Doubtful.”

He’s halfway gone when you call after him, just loud enough for the mic to still catch it. “Hey, Starkey!”

He stops, turns. That crooked smile is back in an instant. “Yeah?”

“You know what would really redeem you?”

“What’s that?”

You tilt your head, a little smug now. “A Chicken Shop Date.”

His face lights up. Eyes crinkling, grin slow and full of interest. “Are you asking?”

You give a half-shrug, teasing. “I’m floating the idea.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Float it a little closer. I’ll be there.”

You raise your mic like you’re ending the segment, but your smile says otherwise. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep now.”

Drew points at you one last time, backing away, laughing now. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

And he’s gone.

But the camera’s still rolling. And you’re still standing there, smiling like maybe you just started something you can’t quite stop.

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[baocean]

raw, next question

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[blueb3rree]

Deleted it then it started working 😔😔

[gxdsfavgal]

Xmas Rafe insta stories

not a fan of Thanksgiving bc of the meaning behind it… so we’re skipping to the holiday season!

[babeydollx]

Congratulations!!! Can I have with Drew Starkey 2, 12, 17, 32, 34 from fluff prompts, please??? 💜

ofc babes! and tysm! <33

New Chapter {Drew Starkey}

Warnings: none just fluff

Pairings: Drew Starkey x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your husband Drew talk about your future together

Prompts: "You look so cute with your baby bump!" and "This is going to be the start of something magical." and "I'll keep you warm." and "Can I play with your hair?" and "My mother adores you."

Word Count: 600+

1000 Followers Celebration

You walked into your shared bedroom and looked in the mirror. You were looking at your baby bump in the mirror. You had not even noticed yet that Drew was also in the room sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

Drew got up and walked over to you before hugging you from behind gentle. You giggled and smiled then rested the back of your head against his chest. He smiled and kissed your head.

"You look so cute with your baby bump!" He said with a smile.

"Thank you." You said with a giggle. "I'm so excited to be pregnant. I can't wait to meet our baby in a few months." You said with a smile.

"This is going to be the start of something magical." Drew said smiling.

"Yeah it is, I know it." You said. He then gently spun you around so you were now facing him instead of the mirror. You smiled when you saw him. He leaned down and planted a gentle, loving kiss to your lips.

"Mm.. you warm." You said with a giggle and nuzzled his chest. Drew laughed. "I've been trying to look for my house coat because I'm cold but, I can't find it anywhere." You said with a frown.

"Aww.. you looked in all the rooms?" He asked.

"Yeah and I can't find it." You said.

"It's okay sweet girl." He said and kissed your forehead. "I'll keep you warm." He said with a grin. You giggled and smiled.

"Good because you are much better and warmer than a house coat." You said with a giggle. Drew laughed and gently picked you up and then laid down on the bed with you and snuggled you gently to keep you warm. You giggled and nuzzled his neck with a smile.

"I am so excited that I am pregnant but, I still can't believe we are going to have a baby." You said.

"I know, it's kind of mind-blowing." Drew said with a small chuckle.

"I was super nervous to tell you but, I'm also really nervous to tell your mother." You said.

"Why?" He asked confused. "My mother adores you." He said.

"She does?" You asked with a smile.

"Yeah, she's always talking about how nice and kind you are." He said. "She really does like you. She's glad I picked you." He said.

"I'm glad you picked me too." You said with a giggle.

"Well, I'm even luckier that you wanted to be with me and marry me and now have a baby with me." He said with a smile.

"I can't believe we have been married for a year now." You said.

"I know, it feels like it was just yesterday." He said.

"It really does feel like that." You said. The two of you laid there and talked about anything and everything that had to do with your future, your pregnancy, and your marriage. You smiled tiredly and rested your head on his chest.

"Can I play with your hair?" Drew asked.

"Sure baby." You said with a tired smile. He chuckled and gently started playing with your hair. The feeling helped relax you but also made you more tired. As he played with your hair and pet you head your eyes slowly fluttered closed.

You then fell asleep curled up in Drew's arms as he played with your hair and snuggled you, then soon after he fell asleep too.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this story!