It wasn’t like you’d meant to distract Rafe while he was on the phone; you knew better than that. But when you heard who he was talking to, you couldn’t help but feel a sharp thread of envy bubble in your stomach, and before you knew it, you slid your hands beneath the waistband of his jeans, easing the zipper down and tugging the fabric just enough to free him.
“Yeah, I’ll- fuck - sorry, stubbed my toe. I’ll see if I can take the boat out for jus’ the two of us.” Rafe breathed out, trying not to moan as you licked a stripe up from the base of his cock to his tip, feeling the ridges of his veins on the flat of your tongue. A pattern you’d almost memorized on every part of your body that could have ever touched it, your mouth, your hands, the plush walls of your insides. The phone’s speaker was tilted away as Rafe whispered your name in a scolding tone, “Cut that shit out.”
The way his face looked at you with both desperation and domination only made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more, like they fed off of the realization that even with some other girl demanding his attention, it was still you he reacted to first, like it was his instinct, his loyalty to you written into his bones.
You softly smiled up at him, eyes wide and doe-eyed, as you kitten-licked the precum that leaked from his tip, his cock glistening red and hardened as it twitched from the sensation. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking gently and hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper, revelling in the way his hand immediately flew to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to ground himself.
“Y-yeah, Stacey, that sounds perfect,” Rafe choked out, his voice was tight and strained as he fought to keep his composure. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, jaw tight as you bobbed your head, taking him further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your mouth, allowing Rafe to buck his hips and fuck your mouth slowly, the wet heat of your tongue dragging against the sensitive underside of his shaft.
The heat in your core started to pulse, your thighs suddenly slick, and the need for Rafe to solely focus on you became more urgent as you ground yourself against your hand to try and relieve some tension. Was it so wrong that he only had eyes for you, or that the boat was your thing only? As Rafe continued to thrust into your mouth, he couldn’t help but take in the sight of you, taking him whole and almost completely at his mercy, solely because you were jealous of who he’d been talking to. It wasn’t like he was blind to it; he knew it’d spark the possessive side in you, the side he wished you’d show more often.
Rafe could do whatever he wanted, have whatever he pleased, and genuinely could not give a flying fuck as to what others thought. However, the one thing he’d always wished for was for you to stop pretending you didn’t care. To stop softening the edges of your jealousy, to stop playing it off when he knew damn well how deeply you felt things. He wanted you to be selfish, wanting him loudly, claiming him without apology.
“Dinner sounds good, what time were you thinking?”
You immediately hummed around him in amusement, the vibrations travelling straight through his cock and making him buck his hips involuntarily. You choked a little louder than you would’ve liked, leading Rafe to glare at you as a silent warning to behave. But his pupils widening and now darkened blue eyes gave away how much he was enjoying this. You doubled down, swirling your tongue around the tip before sinking back down, taking him to the hilt and swallowing around him.
“Seven works,” Rafe gritted out, his hand in your hair tugging at your roots as he tried to take control again. “I’ll uh- I’ll pick you up, yeah?” Jus’ you and me, no one else.” He paused, listening to her response. Feeling a surge of possessiveness in you, you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed hard, pulling back with a loud pop which led Rafe to hiss through his teeth into the phone. “Nah I’m just… handling some business right now. But I’m looking forward to Thursday.”
You smirked up at him, drool gathering at the corner of your mouth as you stroked him with your hand, slick with your spit. You leaned down to lap at his balls, taking one gently into your mouth and sucking, knowing it would wreck him.
“Ye-yeah fire away, what did you wanna ask?” Rafe managed to get out as he felt you take him in your mouth again, your fist twisting at the base of his cock as you bobbed your head, tasting him in the process. You heard your name being mentioned as you felt him swell in your mouth, the frantic throbbing pressed against your tongue.
“What does she have to do with this?” Rafe grunted, his hips bucking up involuntarily. His hand shot to the back of your head, not to push you away, but to hold you in place, to anchor himself as you took him to the hilt over and over again. The head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat with every downward plunge, and you just took it, swallowing around him, the constricting muscles milking him for all he was worth. “Listen you got a problem with her, then I-”
The dam that was built in Rafe for so long finally broke when he looked at the sight of you rubbing your clit while sucking him off with no mercy. He moaned out, thick and heavy, the first spurt of his release hitting the back of your throat. Rafe arched off the couch and buried his face in the crook of his arm, muffling the guttural sounds of his climax as you continued to work him through it, swallowing everything he gave you. His hips jerked with each pulse, a helpless, violent rhythm that spoke of his complete and total surrender to the pleasure you were forcing on him.
Rafe finally came back to himself, his chest heaving. He pulled you off him gently, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet sound. He looked at you: your swollen lips, the smug yet innocent satisfaction in your eyes, and a dark, possessive fire ignited in his gut.
“Then I’m sorry, but this isn’t gonna work out. My best friend’s not a fucking threat.”
Rafe hung up the phone and tossed it to the side, his full attention snapping on you. “You think you’re fucking funny?” he growled, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to crash his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.
“Picked Up & Pounded: Standing Creampie Leaves Her Legs Shaking”
(in which your boyfriend, Rafe, switches things up a bit in bed😛)
The bedroom is dark except for the faint silver glow from the moon coming through the half-open blinds, and the only sound is your breathing; quick and shallow, and his, low and ragged. And the wet slap of skin on skin as he fucks you from behind on the edge of the mattress.
You’re on your knees, ass up, face pressed to the sheets, back arched so perfectly he can see every ridge of your spine, every tremble that runs through you when he hits deep. His hands are locked around your hips, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave marks you’ll feel tomorrow, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust so he buries himself to the hilt, balls slapping wetly against your clit. You’re dripping. Coating him, running down your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath your knees, and every time he pulls out almost all the way you whimper like he’s taking something vital away, then moan broken and high when he slams back in, stretching you open again.
“Fuck—Rafe—deeper—“
He gives it to you.
He always gives it to you.
He’s been fucking you for over an hour now-started slow on the couch downstairs when you climbed into his lap after dinner and ground against him until he was hard enough to hurt, then carried you up here and bent you over the dresser, then the bed, then flipped you onto your back so he could watch your face while he railed you until you came so hard you cried. You’ve come four times already. Once on his tongue, twice on his cock, once on his fingers while he kissed you slow and deep, and you’re still begging for more, still pushing back to meet every thrust like you can’t get enough of him inside you.
He loves it.
He loves how you take every inch like you were made for it.
He loves how you look when you’re falling apart-eyes glassy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, tears clinging to your lashes while you sob his name and beg him not to stop.
He loves how you feel—tight, wet, hot, fluttering around him like you’re trying to pull him in deeper, keep him there forever
He slows his thrusts, grinds deep instead of slamming, rolls his hips so the head of his cock drags against that spot inside you that makes your whole body shake.
You moan— long, low, trembling—push back harder.
“Rafe— please—don’t stop—“
He leans over you, chest to your back, his mouth at your ear.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasps. “So wet. So perfect. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes— fuck—yes!”
He slides one hand around—finds your clit—rubs slow circles while he keeps grinding deep.
You sob, hips jerking, already close again.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it. Let me feel you squeeze me, baby.”
You shatter, crying his name, walls clamping down so hard he has to grit his teeth to keep from coming right then.
He doesn’t stop.
He fucks you through it. Slow, deep, until your tremors ease, until you’re whimpering from overstimulation but still pushing back for more.
Then he pulls out, slow and watches the way your cunt gapes for a second, still fluttering, still dripping with your release and his from earlier.
You whine, soft, needy and reach back, eager to get him back inside.
He grabs your hips, flips you onto your back then spreads your thighs wide.
You look completely wrecked. Hair a mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy and dark with want, body trembling from how hard he fucked you.
He leans down, kisses you slow, deep, tongue sliding against yours while he lines himself up again.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pull him closer, moan into his mouth when he slides back in.
He fucks you slow, deep, watching your face the whole time.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. “So perfect. And you’re all mine.”
You nod—tears spilling—hips rocking up desperately to meet him.
“Yours! Only yours, Rafe, please—fuck me.”
He picks up speed—harder, faster—until you’re shaking again, clenching, close.
Then he stops.
Pulls out completely.
You whine, desperate, reaching for him.
He grabs your wrists, wraps your arms around his neck.
“Hold tight, baby.” he smirks.
You blink—confused—but obey.
Then he stands, pulls you with him, lifts you like you weigh nothing.
You gasp at the sudden change of position, feeling yourself get wetter already at the sight of your boyfriend ready to fuck you while he’s literally standing, every muscle in his body flexing and shining with sweat that makes your mouth water for a taste.
Your legs tighten around his waist immediately-arms around his neck, mouth finding his in a hungry, desperate kiss.
He holds you there, standing in the middle of the bedroom, cock pressed to your entrance.
“Please—Rafe. Need it. Need your big cock inside me.” you whimper, hips rocking, trying to impale yourself on him.
He doesn’t let you.
Not yet.
He kisses your neck, bites down, sucks hard enough to leave a bruise.
You moan, loud, broken, head falling back.
“Rafe—please—“
With a groan, he shifts, lines up, and thrusts up hard.
You scream—sharp, sweet—nails digging into his shoulders as he buries himself to the hilt.
He holds you there, standing, feet planted wide and thrusting up into you while he holds your weight like it’s nothing, his fingers gripping the fat of your ass roughly and spreading you wide.
You’re shaking— legs trembling around his waist—moaning his name over and over.
“Fuck—Rafe, you’re so strong—fuck—”
He growls, low, feral, then thrusts harder, deeper—each stroke lifting you up then slamming you back down onto his cock.
“You like that?” he rasps against your throat. “Like how strong I am? Like how I can hold you up and fuck you like this? Like I can carry you and rail this tight little cunt at the same time?”
“Yes—God—yes!”
He fucks you harder— faster— until you’re bouncing in his arms, tits pressed to his chest, nipples scraping his skin with every thrust.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Taking me so deep, shaking— moaning like a little slut. My perfect fucking girl.”
You sob— high, broken—nails raking down his back.
“Rafe! Gonna come—gonna come so hard—“
“Fuck yeah baby, come on, cream on this cock—let me feel it—show me how much you love it.”
You shatter, crying his name, cunt clamping down so hard he almost blacks out.
Your whole body convulses—hips jerking, thighs trembling, wetness gushing around him, dripping down his balls.
He doesn’t stop.
He keeps thrusting— hard, deep—holding you up while you shake and sob and come apart in his arms.
“Fuck—baby.”
He comes hard—burying deep—spilling inside you with a groan, hips jerking, filling you until it’s leaking out around his cock.
You whimper, soft, overstimulated, walls still fluttering around him.
He holds you there, standing, breathing hard while kissing you slow, deep, gentle.
You cling to him. Arms around his neck, legs still wrapped tight, face buried in his shoulder.
“I love you,” you whisper, voice trembling, body limp in his arms.
He kisses your temple, soft, reverent.
“I love you too.”
Then he carries you back to the bed, lays you down gently, stays inside you while he settles on top.
You don’t move.
Just breathe.
Just hold each other.
And you know you’re gonna ask for this position again real soon.
summary: when you and your husband rafe hear a weird noise at night, you don’t expect it to be what it is.
contents: fluff, husband!rafe, wife!reader, dad!rafe, mom!reader, established relationship(married), child character
wc: 895
Tannyhill is quiet; Rafe put Missy to bed just a few minutes ago, and now you and he are getting ready for bed in your suite.
Wearing your satin robe over your short pajamas, you brush your teeth in front of the sink in the bathroom. Rafe soon enters the the room, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind and kissing your cheek. “She’s out like a light,” he tells you.
So you finish brushing your teeth, dry your soft mouth with the towel, and turn to your husband. “Thank God. She was restless today,” you smile, stepping out of the bathroom with Rafe right behind you.
“Oh, she sure was,” he lets out a soft chuckle, and does the same as you, lying down on the bed.
You pull the blanket over your bodies, and snuggle up close to Rafe, resting your head on his bare chest. Your husband instantly puts his hand on your waist and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Good night, love,” he murmurs.
“Good night,” you lift your head for a brief moment to give him a peck on the lips. And then you both close your eyes to sleep after a rather tiring day—with Missy running back and forth in the yard, you making the homemade popsicles she likes, and Rafe washing the cars.
Less than five minutes later, before you or Rafe have even had time to fall asleep, you both hear a noise that seems to be coming from downstairs. A noise that sounded like a chair being dragged.
Your eyes snap open as soon as you hear that noise, and you call out to your husband. “Rafe? Did you hear that?”
“Yeah…,” he answers confused, his eyes open too, already getting out of bed. “I’ll go see what it is,” Rafe says as he slips on his slippers, and you watch him open the door and step out of the bedroom.
As soon as he leaves, you get up too, thinking about checking on Missy to see if she’s okay. Only the worst-case scenarios of what might be happening run through your mind. What if someone broke into the house? To rob you guys? To kidnap your daughter?
Your bare feet touch the cold wooden floor as you head toward her room, seeing Rafe coming down the stairs. He notices the movement behind him and turns around. “I’m going to check on her,” you whisper, and Rafe nods before continuing down the stairs with a frown.
You open the door to Melissa’s room, trying to make as little noise as possible. The moon-shaped lamp on the nightstand next to her bed is on, and that makes it easy for you to see that… she’s not in bed! And, apparently, nowhere else in the room.
With that, you practically run out of the room to go downstairs and find Rafe. You head straight for the kitchen and almost bump into his back. “Rafe,” you say quietly.
Your husband turns around with a smile on his face and his arms crossed, then he gestures toward the refrigerator. “Look,” he whispers.
And when you do as he says, there’s your daughter: the fridge door is open, a chair is blocking it from closing, and she’s sitting in the chair with her back to you two. And, from where you stand next to the wooden doorway connecting the entryway to the kitchen, it’s obvious that she’s running her tiny fingers over the frosting on a chocolate cake you bought at the bakery this morning. She runs her fingers over the cake and puts them in her mouth, runs her fingers over the cake and licks them, runs her fingers over it and licks them…
A smile spreads across your face and you breathe a sigh of relief—at least it’s not a burglar. And you have to hold yourself back from laughing, just imagining how Missy’s pajamas and face must be just as sticky as her fingers. You turn to Rafe again and he’s trying just as hard as you are not to laugh.
“There you are,” you finally say loud enough for Missy to hear, taking a step forward and watching your daughter jump in her chair and look back with wide eyes.
“Mommy,” she says simply, stretching out her arms to show you her smudged fingers. “I was hungry.”
“Oh, really?” You smile at her, stopping in front of the chair with your hands on your hips.
“So hungry you had to raid the fridge? You had dinner two hours ago, sweetheart,” Rafe says as he walks toward the two of you, also smiling at the mess his daughter has made. Missy just nods at her dad.
“It’s okay,” you pick her up in your arms, not minding getting covered in cake frosting. “Now you’re going to have to take another bath.”
Rafe lets out a soft chuckle and follows you back up to the second floor. Every day, Missy does at least one thing that makes you and your husband laugh out loud, and those moments are sure to stay with you forever.
And so you climb the stairs, Melissa in your arms humming away, not even caring about the scare she gave you, let alone all the food on her skin and clothes, ready to give this little firecracker a bath.
Drew losing his wedding ring 🤫 but he left it behind at home and y/n finds it inside his laundry basket she goes shit crazy looking for it and since y/n know she plays dumb wanting to teach him a lesson and she’s like baby I’m getting our rings cleaned l tomorrow can you leave your ring on the counter and he’s just rambling and coming up with excuses Intill he finds his ring will Drew continue to lie or confess
cute!!!
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader
summary: drew, your husband who accidentally leaves his wedding ring in his laundry basket, prompting you, his wife to find it while doing laundry. instead of confronting him immediately, you decides to teach him a lesson by pretending not to notice while teasing him about getting plan taking your rings to cleaned.
warning(s): english is not my native language. fluff, humor, and playful teasing, slight secondhand embarrassment, wholesome, domestic vibes.
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It had been a long but pleasant evening, and as you glanced at the overflowing laundry basket in the corner of your bedroom, you figured it was time to tackle it. Drew was lounging on the couch, flipping through TV channels, blissfully unaware of the mischief you were about to stir up.
Laundry had become a bit of a ritual for you both; a chore that came with its own rhythm and quirks. Drew was the “dump-it-all-in-and-hope-for-the-best” type, while you meticulously checked pockets and separated clothes by color. And it was during one of these pocket inspections that you felt something hard and metallic inside the pocket of his jeans.
You pulled it out and froze.
His wedding ring.
Your brows knitted together as you stared at the small band in your palm. Drew was practically married to his ring he wore it everywhere, even in places he didn’t need to, like the gym or while swimming. It had been a running joke between you that he might as well glue it to his finger. So, finding it stuffed in his laundry was unusual, to say the least.
You chewed on your lip, debating whether to call him out immediately or let him stew a little. Then, with a devilish grin across your face. You slipped the ring into the pocket of your pajama pants, decided not to mention it, and returned to the living room. You’d let him sweat it out.
When you entered, Drew was crouched by the couch, pulling cushions off and muttering to himself.
“Babe, what are you looking for?” you asked, keeping your tone as neutral as possible.
Drew froze mid-search, then quickly straightened up.
“Oh, uh… nothing. Just… the remote.” He gestured vaguely to the couch, his voice a little too high-pitched to be believable.
You raised an eyebrow.
“The remote? The one sitting on the coffee table?”
You pointed at the remote, lying in plain sight directly in front of him.
“Oh.” He let out a nervous laugh, grabbing it. “Right. That one.”
You fought to keep a straight face as you handed it to him.
“Here. Anything else you’re looking for?”
“Nope! All good.”
He said it too quickly, his voice strained, as if he was trying to convince himself.
“Mm-hmm,” you murmured, heading back to the bedroom.
Once you were out of sight, you retrieved the ring from your pocket and tucked it into your jewelry box for safekeeping. If Drew was going to lie, you’d at least make it entertaining.
The next morning, you were up a bit late and padded into the kitchen to find Drew already there, nursing his coffee. His hair was adorably messy, sticking up in all directions, and he was wearing your favorite flannel pajama pants the ones you swore made him look cozier than ever. He grinned when he saw you.
“Morning, babe. Coffee?” he offered, gesturing to the pot.
“Yes, please.”
You slid onto the stool at the counter, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him pour. That’s when your eyes zeroed in on his left hand still missing the ring. You couldn’t resist any longer.
“Drew,” you began casually as he placed the cup in front of you, “uh…where’s your ring?”
He froze, fingers tightening slightly on his mug.
“Oh, uh… my ring”
He cleared his throat and quickly recovered, spreading his hands in front of him as if to inspect them.
“Right. My ring. I, uh, must’ve taken it off when I was… washing my hands last night. You know how slippery soap gets.”
You nodded slowly, playing along.
“Slippery soap. Got it.”
He relaxed slightly, clearly thinking he was off the hook, and took a long sip of his coffee. But you weren’t done yet.
“You know,” you said, feigning nonchalance,
“I was thinking we should take our rings in for a cleaning. They’ve been looking a little dull lately. How about I drop them off at the jeweler tomorrow?”
Drew nearly choked on his coffee. “Uh… cleaning?” he repeated, his voice cracking slightly.
“Yeah,” you said sweetly. “You can just leave your ring on the counter before work, and I’ll take care of it.”
For a split second, you thought he might actually combust.
“Oh, uh, sure! Totally,” he said, his voice pitched high with panic.
“I mean, it’s probably… in the bathroom. Or… maybe on the nightstand? Or, uh—” He stopped himself, clearly spiraling.
You tilted your head, giving him your most innocent look.
“Are you sure you know where it is? You seem a little… distracted.”
“I know exactly where it is,” he insisted, though the way his eyes darted toward the ceiling betrayed him.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh, I’m not worried.”
You sipped your coffee, pretending to be absorbed in your phone.
“I mean, it’s not like it’s that important, right? It’s just a ring.”
Drew’s head snapped up, his expression stricken.
“It is important!” he blurted out, a little louder than necessary. “I didn’t lose it, okay? I—uh…I just… misplaced it. Temporarily.”
“Of course,” you said, nodding sympathetically.
“That makes total sense.”
He let out a shaky breath, clearly not realizing you were toying with him. Over the next few hours, Drew became increasingly frantic, sneaking off to various rooms to search for the ring. You caught him rifling through the bathroom drawers, peering under the bed, and even checking the fridge at one point.
By evening, he was sitting on the couch, head in his hands. His usual confident demeanor had crumbled, and guilt was written all over his face. You decided it was time to put him out of his misery.
“Drew,” you said softly, sitting beside him, “is there something you want to tell me?”
He looked up at you, his blue eyes filled with regret.
“Okay, fine,” he admitted, throwing his hands in the air.
“I lost my ring. I don’t know how, I don’t know where, and I’ve been freaking out about it all day. I didn’t want to tell you because I thought you’d be mad, and”
You reached into your pajama pocket and pulled out the ring, holding it between your fingers.
“Looking for this?” you asked, unable to hide your grin.
Drew stared at the ring, his jaw dropping.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and relief.
“I found it in your laundry last night,” you explained, laughing.
“I wanted to see how long it would take for you to confess.”
He groaned, leaning back against the couch.
“You’re evil, you know that?”
“Maybe a little,” you admitted, sliding the ring back onto his finger. “But you deserved it for lying to me.”
Drew pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair.
“I’m never taking this off again,” he promised, kissing your temple.
“Oh you better not,” you teased. “Or next time, I might just pawn it.”
He laughed, shaking his head.
“Remind me never to underestimate you.”
“Smart man,” you said, leaning against him with a satisfied smile.
you only came to this stupid ass party for Rafe. you were his girlfriend and he loved showing you off, as did you. you considered yourself a extrovert but parties? definitely not your strong suit.
you’d been dancing around with your friends for an hour and a half before your head got fuzzy. maybe it was the weed rafe gave you before the party, but your pupils were blown and you felt warm all over. your lungs feeling as though you were breathing through a funnel.
eventually you got tired. the high heels you had on making your ankles sore, the mini dress doing nothing to keep you warm. you could feel everytime your dress rose up and left your ass hanging out slightly.
taking a seat on the couch with your drink, you pondered on what you even wanted from tonight. if you were being honest you really just wanted to makeout with rafe on your couch. but here we are. you didn’t know why you even wanted to go here. you know if you had stayed in you would’ve wanted to go out.
you missed Rafe. you knew he was only a call away but you hate asking for things! especially stuff like dis. how do you tell your boyfriend dat you want him to fuck you into his mattress? he’s always been soft and hesitant during sex but you knew he could do more.
maybe you could make him break. finishing the remnants of your drink, you stand and brush yourself off. as you adjust your skirt, you peek over at Rafe. he’s leaning against the wall by the stairs, still talking to Topper, but his eyes are on you. watching your every move as they always are.
you walk to the steps, standing on your tip toes to reach his cheek to give him a kiss. “need you“ you whisper a pout on your lips, the warmth in your tummy already getting worse. you climb the steps, clinging to railing, reaching halfway before you look over your shoulder and make eye contact with Rafe. a coy smile on your lips and a dazed look in your eyes.
you turn and continue your path up to the next floor and you can briefly hear Rafe kicking everyone out. “If you don’t live here or fucking somebody dat lives here, get the fuck out! parties over. my girl needs me.” once everyone finally left Tannyhill you heard his feet running up the stairs, practically scrambling to get to you.
he caught you giggling and closing the door in his face stopping you before you could block him out. cornering you in front of the door, Rafe leans in and puts his hand around your neck to make you look up at him.
he glances at your eyes for a quick second, a beg, for your permission. you nod, biting your lip and look at him through your lashes. and as kisses you, it feels like sparks flying through your whole body sending you into oblivion.
Summary: Rafe has been clinging to y/n all morning
Contains: s2! Rafe, making out, booty grabs, suggestive
Pairings: soft! Rafe x sweetheart!Y/n
Words:1.5k
The morning sun streamed through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. You stirred, blinking sleepily as you became aware of a weight on your chest. You smiled, opening your eyes to find Rafe fast asleep, his arm slung over your waist, his face buried in your neck. His breath tickled your skin, a comforting rhythm against your pulse.
You gently disentangled yourself from his grasp, careful not to wake him. You slipped out of bed, the cool air sending a shiver down your spine. You made your way to the closet, pulling out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As you dressed, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of Rafe's peaceful slumber. He looked so much younger when he slept, his features softened, his brow unfurrowed.
You tiptoed back to the bed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He stirred, muttering in his sleep, his arm instinctively reaching out for you. You chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear.
"Morning, sleepyhead," you whispered, your voice soft and melodic.
His eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile gracing his lips. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. "Don't leave."
You laughed, pulling up a chair and sitting beside him. "I'm not going anywhere," you assured him, reaching out to stroke his cheek.
He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed again. "Stay," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. He sighed contentedly, burying his face in your neck once more. You held him close, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
After a few minutes, he pulled back, his eyes meeting yours. "You smell amazing," he said, his voice a low growl.
You blushed, feeling a warmth spread through your cheeks. "Thanks," you murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. "You know," he said, his voice husky, "I think I might be addicted to you."
You laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I think I might be addicted to you too," you admitted.
He smiled, pulling you closer into a deep kiss. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your hips grabbing your ass, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned softly, arching into him. He pulled back, his eyes dark and intense.
"Come on," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Let's go back to bed."
You grinned, following him back to the bed. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He reached up, tangling his fingers in your hair. You leaned down, pressing a series of kisses along his jawline, his neck, his chest. He groaned, his hands tightening around your waist.
You pulled back, looking into his eyes. "I love you," you whispered.
He smiled, his eyes filled with love. "I love you too," he replied, pulling you down for another kiss.
since it’s award season!!! can i request singer!reader winning a grammy and ofc she takes drew as her plus one. and the internet goes wild!!! watching them interact with eachother :))
grammy award winner ⎯ DREW STARKEY!
authors note you must’ve read my mind cause when i got immediate inspo for singer!reader at the grammys. i love writing singer!reader.
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summary attending the grammys with four nominations, performing, and bringing your handsome, supportive boyfriend along with you.
warning(s) cursing and bunch of cuteness
The Grammy's. The day you've been waiting for since you were a little girl sitting on the couch with your family watching some of your favorite artists perform. Now, you're blessed to say you're attending the Grammys with four nominations.
You're allowed to bring a plus one. Drew, your boyfriend, will be coming along with you. You wanted to repay him for bringing you to his events and bring him to the Grammy's. Plus, he's been talking about it non stop.
"Okay, plan is to have you walk out on the carpet first, take a few pictures, then have Drew come out" Your manager, Alysa, explains before signaling you to walk out.
You nod in agreement, gently squeezing Drew's hand, looking up at him⎯he's already looking at you with so much love and devotion. "I'm so proud of you baby, you got this, take a few deep breaths" he reassures you.
"Thank you baby, I really needed that" you smile.
You start by briefly taking photos on the carpet. You gesture Drew over for a few photos as you turn around. He stands tall and to your right. His left arm is fastened around your waist, and his thumb is gently rubbing circles to keep you calm.
You two stole everyone's hearts with your complementary outfits—elegance and love manifested. Every time you two attend an occasion, your wardrobe always complements or matches that of the other person.
You let out a giggle and moved in his direction, clasping hands, before he twirled you around in a playful manner. The genuine joy and pure devotion that radiated between you two was captured by the incessantly clicking cameras. He kissed you quickly on the temple as you sat back next to him.
He whispered, "I love you," in a voice reserved for you.
Your eyes gleamed as you gazed up at him. "You have my ultimate love."
The paparazzi were getting loads of video and camera footage of your little interaction.
By the time you arrived at the arena, you were taken backstage to prepare to play two of your most popular songs from your latest album. You've been working with your dance team on geography and making sure everything is flawless. There's an outfit change that alters the whole vibe.
Drew and your manager were in your changing room before the show, seated in the front of the stage. He wished you luck before Drew and Alysa took to the floor where everyone else was.
Chase, his co star on Outer Banks, is here attending with his girlfriend, Kelsey. Drew mentioned prior to leaving the dressing room they were gonna catch up.
"Good luck out there, you're gonna kill it out there, I love you baby," he says, embracing you with a gentle yet loving hug that makes you feel protected.
"I love you handsome."
Once it came time to performing, you stood on top of the stairs when the lights were placed on you. The first few chords sounded out, and the audience burst into cheers. So many things running through your mind on stage⎯you got this.
As your final song ended, the audience erupted in applause, giving you a standing ovation. You turned to face Drew, and there he was—on his feet, applauding swiftly whistling with his fingers, pride on his face.
For the viewers at home watching got to whiteness Drew's reaction after the performance. The way he looked at you was filled with so much emotion, love, and excitement. They were going crazy on social media.
Then came the awards. Your category was up, and the excitement was evident. Drew's fingers intertwined with yours under the table, causing your heart to race.
Best Pop Vocal Album Category.
“And the Grammy goes to…" The entire arena was on their toes as the card was being open.
"Y/N Y/L/N!”
Gasps and shouts erupted around you, but your thoughts went blank for a second, incredulity sweeping over you before Drew gently pulled you up. "It's you, baby. "Go get your Grammy."
Your jaw fell, free hand on your chest, searching your surrounds, unable to think or feel what was going on. You've won your first Grammy.
He walked you up to the stage, his support unwavering. He brings himselve back the table⎯giving you your moment to shine on stage. This moment is about you.
Taking a shaky breath, you accepted the award, emotions thick in your throat. Finally glancing up from staring at the award in your hand, "This… This is unbelievable," you began, peering out into the crowd. "I've dreamt of this moment my whole life, and I wouldn't be here without my incredible team, my fans, and the people who've supported me through everything."
Drew's eyes caught your attention amid the crowd, filled with unshed tears and pride. "And to my partner in crime, Drew, thank you for always believing in me and being my rock. "This is ours."
Drew placed his hand over his heart and nodded, sending a silent 'I'm very proud of you' your way.
After giving thanks to winning your award, you were guided back stage that trailed towards the front of the stage where the tables were. Drew's eye's were already on you when he could see you in his eye of vision.
He gets out of his chair, adjusts his tie, walks towards you, "my girl won her award tonight," and wraps his arms around you.
Trying to hold back your tears, you acknowledge in a hushed tone, "I fucking love you so much, and I love having you by my side throughout this entire process."
"And I love you more than you know; I'll be here every step of the way," he says, gently swinging your bodies side to side. The height gap between you two is rather noticeable.
As the show continued, there were more performances that were unbelievably beautiful no one could take their eyes off the stage. More awards were given out from different categories. You ended up winning two more awards from Album of the Year and Best Pop Solo Performance.
There are no words to describe how honored you feel after tonight. Everyone has been discussing the idea of an after-party following the Grammy Awards. After that, you can celebrate and spend time with Drew.
Fans couldn’t get over the interview of you backstage after the show with Drew by your side. He couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time as he smiled. You would put your right hand on his chest whenever you spoke about him.
fan33: can we please talk about the tears forming in drews eyes when y/n stood on stage?!? #boyfriendoftheyear
fan2: they fit each other so well I LOVE IT
fan7: this is what love looks like if y'all were wondering
fan22: alexa play that should be me 😔
fan10: DREW GET ON THAT KNEE NOW 🫵
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