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The Party
Summary : Drunk at a party, you almost hook up with Rafe Cameron, but when you accidentally confess you're a virgin, he stops, saying he wants your first time to be special. You get mad in the heat of the moment, your drunken self not understanding him. But the next morning, you thank him.
Warnings : alcohol, mention of virginity and Rafe being considerate!
The house was buzzing with energy, the beat of the music vibrating through the walls as people danced and laughed, their voices blending together in a chaotic symphony. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and you could feel the heat rising from the crowded living room where bodies pressed against each other, swaying to the rhythm.
You were on your third—or was it your fourth?—drink of the night, the liquid courage warming your insides as you made your way through the party. Your head felt light, and everything around you seemed to blur at the edges. You spotted Rafe Cameron across the room, leaning against the wall with that confident smirk that made your heart skip a beat every time you saw it. His eyes met yours, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.
Rafe was dangerous in all the ways that excited you. He was the kind of guy your friends warned you about, the kind that broke hearts and left you wanting more. But tonight, you didn’t care about any of that. Tonight, you wanted to feel something—anything—and Rafe seemed like the perfect way to do that.
You felt a surge of boldness wash over you as you walked up to him, swaying slightly as you reached out to touch his arm. “Hey, Rafe,” you said, your voice slightly slurred.
“Hey, yourself,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your dress clung to your curves. “Having fun?”
“Maybe,” you teased, leaning in closer. “But I think I could be having more fun.”
Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your drunken flirtation. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”
You didn’t need to say anything more. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know. Without a word, he took your hand and led you through the crowd, up the stairs to one of the empty bedrooms. Your heart raced with anticipation as he closed the door behind you, the noise from the party muffled as you found yourself alone with him.
Rafe’s hands were on you in an instant, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers trailed down your sides, sending shivers through your entire body. This was exactly what you wanted—to lose yourself in the moment, to forget everything else.
But as Rafe’s hands slid under your dress, your mind started to spin, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out of your mouth. “Rafe, I’m a virgin.”
Rafe froze, his lips stilling against your neck as the words registered. He pulled back slightly, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “What?”
You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you realized what you’d just admitted. “I’m a virgin,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s fine, Rafe. I want this. I want you.”
He shook his head, stepping back from you, his expression unreadable. “No, not like this. I’m not gonna be your first when you’re drunk.”
“Rafe, please,” you pleaded, reaching for him again, but he gently pushed your hands away.
“I’m serious,” he said, his tone firm but soft. “You’ll hate me for it in the morning. I don’t want your first time to be something you regret.”
Frustration bubbled up inside you. “Why are you being like this? I thought this is what you wanted.”
“It is,” Rafe admitted, his voice strained. “But not like this. Not when you’re not fully here with me.”
You huffed in annoyance, feeling rejected and confused. “Fine,” you snapped, turning away from him. “Just leave then.”
Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you one last time. “Get some rest, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.” With that, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
The morning after light streamed through the curtains, and you groaned as the pounding in your head made itself known. Slowly, the events of last night came back to you, and you felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude wash over you.
You found Rafe downstairs in the kitchen, sipping coffee as he leaned against the counter. He looked up when he heard you enter, his expression cautious.
“Hey,” you said, your voice a little hoarse.
“Hey,” he replied, his eyes searching yours. “How are you feeling?
“Like I got hit by a truck,” you admitted, rubbing your temples. “But, about last night...”
Rafe set his mug down and walked over to you, his eyes softening. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You took a deep breath, feeling a bit awkward but knowing you needed to say it. “Thank you, Rafe. For stopping. I was really mad at you last night, but you were right. I would’ve regretted it.”
Rafe smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You deserve better than a drunken mistake. When it happens, I want it to be something you remember for the right reasons.”
You felt your heart flutter at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making you realize that maybe there was more to Rafe than you’d given him credit for.
“Maybe we could try again sometime,” you suggested, a shy smile playing on your lips. “When I’m sober.”
Rafe chuckled, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I’d like that.”
As you rested your head against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that Rafe had been there for you, not just as the guy you wanted, but as someone who cared enough to wait for the right moment.
And maybe, just maybe, that moment would come sooner than you thought.
Pushed too far
Summary : You’ve been teasing Rafe all day, pushing his limits. But when you take things a step too far, he finally snaps.
Warnings : 18+ MDNI, smut, fingering, p n v and teasing (I think that's it but if there is more let me know!!)
It started off innocent enough. A playful brush of your hand against Rafe's thigh under the table during lunch, a lingering look, a bite of your lip. You loved how his jaw tightened, how his eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and desire. It was a game, one you had mastered, but today you decided to push a little further.
As the afternoon sun poured into the room, you found yourself alone with Rafe in the living room. You sauntered over to where he sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV but you knew he wasn’t paying attention to whatever was on. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and almost tangible.
You climbed onto his lap without a word, straddling his thighs. He stiffened beneath you, his hands instinctively gripping your waist. You could see the conflict in his eyes—half of him wanted to toss you off, and the other half wanted to pull you closer.
"What's wrong, Rafe? Don't you like it when I play with you?" you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction as you began to rock your hips against his. The friction, even through your clothes, was delicious, sending a shiver of pleasure through you.
He exhaled sharply, his grip on your waist tightening. “You really like to push me, don’t you?”
You grinned, your lips inches from his. "Maybe I just like seeing how far you'll let me go."
His eyes narrowed, and before you could react, he grabbed the back of your neck and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was anything but gentle; it was fierce, all tongue and teeth, as if he was trying to devour you. You moaned into his mouth, the sound only spurring him on.
Without breaking the kiss, Rafe’s hands slid down to your hips, holding you firmly as he ground you down harder against him. The sensation made your head spin, a wave of heat pooling between your legs. His control was slipping, and that’s exactly what you wanted.
You broke the kiss, gasping for air, but you didn’t stop moving your hips. “Is that all you’ve got?” you taunted breathlessly, loving the way his eyes flared with anger and lust.
Rafe’s expression darkened, and in an instant, he had you flipped onto your back on the couch, his body hovering over yours. His hand wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. “You think you’re so tough, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
You couldn’t hide the smirk that tugged at your lips. “Maybe I just like seeing you lose control.”
Something inside him snapped, and you could feel it in the way his grip tightened on your throat, the way his other hand yanked your hips against his, grinding against you with a desperate need. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to snap?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a whimper as his hand slid under your shirt, his fingers grazing your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch was rough, almost punishing, but you loved every second of it.
“I’ve had enough of your games,” he hissed, his hand slipping under the waistband of your shorts. You bucked against him, a moan escaping your lips as his fingers found their way between your legs, teasing you through the thin fabric of your underwear.
“Rafe…” you breathed, but your voice was lost as he pressed down harder, the sensation sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You were quickly losing control, your teasing turning into desperate need.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice barely more than a growl. “To see what happens when I stop playing nice?”
You couldn’t form words, only nodding as your hips moved against his hand, chasing the release that was so close. But Rafe wasn’t going to let you off that easily. He suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him.
“Not so fast,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
You whimpered, a mixture of frustration and arousal building inside you. He was so close, his body pressing down on yours, his hand still around your throat, and you could feel how hard he was against your thigh. But he was in control now, and he was going to make you beg for it.
Rafe leaned down, his lips hovering over yours. “Say you’re sorry,” he demanded, his voice soft but commanding.
You swallowed hard, your pride battling with the overwhelming need coursing through you. But as his fingers slid back between your legs, teasing you just enough to drive you crazy, you broke.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice shaky.
“For what?” he pressed, his lips brushing against your jaw.
“For pushing you,” you gasped as his fingers dipped under your underwear, grazing against your wetness. “For teasing you.”
Rafe’s eyes glittered with satisfaction as he finally gave in, his fingers plunging inside you with a force that made you cry out. He didn’t hold back, driving you to the edge with a relentless pace, his mouth on yours swallowing every moan, every desperate plea.
When you finally shattered, it was with a force that left you trembling in his arms, his name a broken whisper on your lips. He held you through it, his fingers slowing but never stopping, prolonging your pleasure until you were nothing but a quivering mess beneath him.
You were completely wrong when you thought he was done. He moved slowly, with purpose, his hands steady as they unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room. His eyes never left yours, dark with an intensity that sent shivers done your spin. When his pants finally dropped to the floor, you gasped, unable to tear your eyes away.
He was rock hard, every inch of him throbbing with need. The sight alone was enough to make your breath hitch, a wave of heat pooling in your low in your belly. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them done with a deliberate slowness that made your pulse quicken.
As he lined up with your entrance, you felt a surge of anticipation, your body already aching for him. He pressed forward, a rough but measured force that stole your breath. Every inch that stretched and filled you brought a mix of pleasure and pain that bordered on overwhelming, your body clenching around him instinctively. His movements were controlled, each push slow, deep, leaving you with no choice but to feel every single moment.
As he pushed deeper, you felt every nerve in your body light up, your breath catching in your throat. The slow, deliberate rhythm he set was torturous in the best way, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. His hands found your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, anchoring you to him.
The room was filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure—your soft gasps and his low, guttural groans merging into one. The sensation of him filling you, combined with the raw, almost primal connection between you, was overwhelming. It was as though time slowed, every second stretching out as you moved together, lost in the intensity of the moment.
His pace began to quicken, the roughness of his thrusts increasing as the tension between you built to a crescendo. You could feel the pressure mounting inside you, each movement bringing you closer to the edge. Your nails raked down his back, leaving trails of sensation in their wake as you arched into him, desperate for more.
His breath was hot against your ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered your name, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. It was as if he was claiming you with each thrust, marking you as his in a way that was both possessive and intensely intimate.
The world around you faded, leaving only the feeling of him inside you, the heat of your bodies pressed together, and the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume you both. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take any more, he shifted, hitting that perfect spot that sent you spiraling over the edge, your body trembling "Rafe. I-I'm gonna cum" you cried out, the release crashing over you in wave after wave of ecstasy.
He followed you moments later, his grip on your hips tightening as he buried himself deep inside you one last time, his body shuddering as he found his own release. For a few heartbeats, you stayed like that, locked together in the aftermath, your breathing heavy and your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all.
When it was over, he pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes still dark with desire. “Next time,” he warned, “think twice before you start something you can’t finish.”
You nodded weakly, still trying to catch your breath, but you couldn’t help the small smile that played on your lips. You knew you’d do it all over again. After all, pushing Rafe Cameron’s buttons was your favorite game.
Rafe Cameron | Drew Starkey
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behind-the-scenes: drew starkey x actress!reader
the camera’s red recording light blinked to life as you set it up on the tripod, adjusting the angle to capture the perfect behind-the-scenes footage for your latest youtube video. the studio was bustling with activity; lights were being positioned, crew members scurried around, and drew starkey, with his usual charm, was deep in conversation with the director.
you glanced at drew from the corner of your eye, his tall frame and easy smile drawing you in even amidst the chaos. today, you were filming a special behind-the-scenes look at the movie you were both working on. the video was meant to show the fun and excitement of the set, but you had a feeling it would reveal a lot more—especially with drew’s effortless charisma and your growing attraction towards him.
“hey, everyone!” you began, speaking into the camera. “welcome to today’s behind-the-scenes. i’m here with the one and only drew starkey, who’s about to give us an exclusive tour of the set.”
drew’s face lit up as he approached the camera, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “hey there, folks. ready to see what goes down when the cameras aren’t rolling?”
you nodded, trying to keep your composure as he stood just a bit too close. his cologne, a subtle blend of cedarwood and musk, enveloped you, making it hard to focus. drew’s presence was magnetic, and the chemistry between you was palpable, even if it was just a playful, teasing moment on camera.
as drew began showing off the different sets and props, he playfully interacted with you, his touch lingering a bit longer than necessary when he demonstrated something. each casual brush of his hand against yours or the way his fingers gently tapped your arm made your heart race. you tried to keep your tone light and professional, but it was increasingly difficult with drew’s attention so focused on you.
“let’s take a look at the main set,” drew said, guiding you toward the elaborate backdrop. “this is where the magic happens.”
as you walked, drew’s hand brushed against your lower back, sending a jolt through you. you glanced at him, catching his knowing smirk. it was clear he enjoyed the effect he had on you, and you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed it too. the camera was still rolling, but it was hard to keep up the pretense of professionalism when his touch was so electrifying.
at one point, drew stopped to adjust the camera’s angle for a better shot, his body pressing against yours. his breath was warm against your neck as he leaned in, his voice a soft whisper. “you know, we should probably get a bit closer for this part. it’ll look better on camera.”
you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. “closer?” you asked, your voice barely more than a breath.
“yeah,” he said, his lips brushing your ear. “closer.”
before you could react, drew’s hand slid around your waist, pulling you into a close embrace. the camera continued to record, capturing the intimate moment between the two of you. his touch was gentle but firm, and the way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat.
“see?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “much better.”
as the camera continued to roll, you found yourself lost in the moment, your eyes locked with drew’s. the behind-the-scenes video might have been about the movie, but it quickly turned into a captivating glimpse into the undeniable chemistry between you two.
you finished the segment with a playful smile, the camera capturing your flushed cheeks and the way drew’s eyes lingered on you. the video would undoubtedly leave fans buzzing, not just about the film but about the undeniable connection between you and drew.
and as the recording light finally dimmed, you knew that the behind-the-scenes footage had captured something far more personal and exhilarating—an unspoken affair that had only just begun.
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