#drew queer

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.

you had been anticipating tonight for weeks, eager to watch Queer in theaters. knowing that drew was starring in it made it feel all the more special. you’d been there with him through the script reads, the late-night calls where he’d practice his lines, his excited yet nervous talk about playing such an intimate, challenging role. and now, you were finally seeing it on the big screen.

the theater was buzzing with energy, packed with people who were all there to witness this daring new film. you found your seat, tucked away in a quieter corner, your heart racing as the lights dimmed and the opening credits rolled. seeing drew’s name in bold letters across the screen sent a thrill through your body, but it was nothing compared to what was coming next.

as the movie played, you found yourself drawn into the story, but more than anything, you were captivated by him. watching drew on-screen was surreal—he was so different from the man you knew, yet so undeniably him. the way he embodied his character with such vulnerability and intensity, it was magnetic. every gesture, every glance, every touch—he owned the role.

but then, there was that scene. you knew it was coming, had seen glimpses of it in the trailers, and drew had told you about it beforehand, but nothing could have prepared you for actually seeing it play out in front of you.

the moment drew’s lips touched another guy’s, your stomach flipped. his hand cupped the man’s face with an intimacy that felt all too real, his mouth moving against theirs with slow, deliberate passion. your breath caught in your throat, and a knot tightened in your chest. you felt a wave of something—jealousy, maybe, but more than that, a raw, aching need building inside you.

your heart pounded as the kiss deepened. drew’s character was all in—his body pressing closer, hands trailing down the other guy’s back, the sound of their breathing heavy on the speakers. your thighs clenched together involuntarily as heat surged through you. fuck, it wasn’t just jealousy anymore. it was something primal, something that had you biting your lip, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

you could see the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt, the tension in his jaw as he kissed the guy like he meant it. fuck, he looked good. too good. and despite the tightness in your chest, you couldn’t deny how badly it was turning you on. your breathing quickened as your mind raced, trying to remind yourself that this was just acting. just acting. but god, it felt too real.

when the scene cut to them lying in bed together, your pulse skyrocketed. drew was bare-chested, his toned abs and arms on full display as his body moved against the other actor’s. their skin slid together under the soft sheets, and your nails dug into the armrest, trying to keep your composure. it wasn’t working.

the camera lingered on them, capturing every subtle touch, every whisper of a kiss against the other man’s neck. drew’s lips, his hands, the way his body moved—it was intoxicating. you tried to focus on the film as a whole, but your mind kept drifting back to him. the way he looked in that moment, so fucking confident, so raw, so sexy.

by the time the scene ended, you were a mess. your heart was racing, your palms were sweaty, and all you could think about was getting out of the theater and finding drew. now.

as soon as the credits began to roll, you slipped out of your seat and made a beeline for the exit. your phone buzzed in your hand, and you glanced down to see a message from drew:

baby⭐️🔑: meet me back at the hotel. i’m done with the press shit

without even thinking, you hailed a cab and gave the driver the address. your body was humming with anticipation, your mind spinning with images of him—his hands, his lips, his body pressed against someone else’s. fuck, you needed him. now!

the ride to the hotel felt like it took an eternity, your thoughts running wild with everything you had just watched. by the time you reached the hotel, your hands were trembling with anticipation. you didn’t even bother with the elevator buttons properly, your finger jabbing at the floor number repeatedly until the doors finally closed.

when you got to your room, your pulse was a wild drumbeat in your ears. you fumbled with the keycard, finally pushing the door open to find drew sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his suit from the premiere. he looked up as you walked in, his blue eyes dark and knowing, like he already knew exactly what was going on in your head.

"hey," he said casually, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips told you he was anything but relaxed.

"hey," you breathed out, barely able to keep the tremor from your voice as you closed the door behind you. your heart was pounding in your chest, your body screaming for him.

"so, how was it?" he asked, standing up slowly, his eyes trailing over you in a way that made heat pool between your legs.

"you know how it was," you muttered, unable to tear your eyes away from him as he stepped closer.

he raised an eyebrow, that cocky smirk deepening. "yeah? and what did you think of the… kissing? the bedroom scenes?"

your stomach flipped, and your breath caught as you tried to play it cool. "it was… intense."

"intense?" he teased, his hand reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "you jealous?"

he chuckled, stepping even closer until his body was inches from yours, his voice dropping lower, darker. "or did it turn you on?"

you swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as his fingers grazed the side of your neck, his lips hovering dangerously close to your ear. "did it turn you on watching me kiss him? us fucking in the bed?"

your breath hitched, and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. fuck. you couldn’t lie. not to him. "maybe," you whispered, barely able to speak.

drew let out a low, satisfied hum, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you against him. "thought so," he murmured, his lips brushing your jawline as his hands roamed over your hips, gripping you tighter. "you know it was just acting, right?"

"i know," you whispered, your body buzzing under his touch, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit. "but it still… did something to me."

"yeah?" he growled, his lips now on your neck, biting softly. "what did it do to you, huh?"

"made me want you," you gasped, your nails digging into his chest as you tilted your head back, giving him better access. "so damn bad."

drew’s hands tightened around your waist, his breath hot against your skin. "fuck, baby," he groaned, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you. "you’re mine. you know that, right?"

"yes," you breathed, your voice shaking with need, your body arching into his.

"say it," he demanded, his lips trailing down to your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin. "say you're fucking mine."

"i’m yours," you gasped, your entire body on fire, your fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed and bit at your neck, leaving marks you knew would linger.

he growled low in his throat, his hands moving up to pull your shirt over your head, his lips crashing against yours as you fumbled to unbutton his jacket. "fuck, i was thinking about you this whole time," he muttered against your lips, his voice rough, desperate. "thinking about how i’d come back here and fuck you so good."

your breath hitched as his hands slid down to your jeans, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them before shoving them down. his mouth was back on yours, hungry, possessive, as he pushed you down onto the bed.

a/n: i have a victoria'ssecret!angel!reader for rafe but since the victoria secret show is happening today i was inspired to do character for mr.drew starkey!

the scholar beauty – she’s not just a victoria’s secret model with a stunning runway presence; she’s also studying psychology and dreams of making an impact beyond the fashion world. her brains are just as impressive as her beauty, and she’s fiercely dedicated to her studies. drew loves bragging about how she balances her demanding career with hitting the books. not only does she ace exams, but she’s also already talking about future plans that go way beyond modeling.

movie night queen – one of her favorite ways to unwind is cozying up to watch movies, especially ones with drew in them. she’s his biggest fan, always hyping up his roles and being the first to support his projects. whether it’s a rom-com or an action film, she knows every line he delivers and always makes sure they have popcorn ready for a perfect movie night in.

first to like and first to gift – whenever drew posts a new photo, she’s the first to like it—always leaving a cute comment to remind him how proud she is. and when he lands a new role, she’s the first to celebrate. whether it’s a thoughtful gift or just showing up with his favorite snack, she always knows how to make him feel special and appreciated.

their first big public appearance – their debut as a couple was at the queer premiere in venice, turning heads on the red carpet. she looked flawless in a sleek dress, and drew couldn’t stop smiling the entire night. it was the first time they really went public with their relationship, and they’ve been the “it” couple ever since. the world got a taste of their undeniable chemistry that night, and they’ve been inseparable ever since.

where it all began – they met at madelyn cline’s birthday party, and sparks flew immediately. neither of them could take their eyes off each other, and from that night on, they’ve been glued together. despite both their busy schedules, they’ve made it work, making time for each other no matter what. from that first meeting, they knew something special was brewing.

age is just a number – being younger than drew stirred up some media buzz, but they don’t let the noise bother them. she’s confident in their love, and her sweet nature won people over quickly. despite some of the controversy around their age gap, she’s become a fan favorite with her down-to-earth personality and how she’s always lifting drew up.

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drew starkey x victoria’ssecret!model!reader

a/n: the fashion show last night was underwhelming to be honest. i wish they dedicated more money and time on the lingerie and wings rather than having high profile models. but i did enjoy seeing tyla, lisa, bella, jasmine, adrianna and so many others; they looked amazing!!

the backstage chaos hums around you—makeup artists rushing, models adjusting their wings, designers shouting last-minute adjustments—but all you can focus on is the gnawing anxiety building in your chest. your heart feels like it’s pounding out of your ribcage, palms damp with sweat as you fidget with the intricate straps of the lingerie you’re supposed to wear. the excitement that had carried you through rehearsals, fittings, and sleepless nights now feels like a distant memory, swallowed by a crippling sense of doubt.

“what if i trip? or my walk looks awkward?” you whisper under your breath, eyes darting toward the stage where the show is already underway. each model that struts down the runway with effortless grace only seems to magnify your insecurity.

before you can spiral further, you feel a hand—warm, steady—gently squeeze your shoulder. you turn to see drew, standing just behind you, his brow furrowed in concern but his eyes soft, deeply grounding. he doesn’t say anything at first, just pulls you aside from the noise and chaos, into a quiet corner.

“hey,” he says softly, his voice low and reassuring, cutting through the frantic energy around you. “look at me.”

you hesitate for a moment, still caught up in your head, but you eventually meet his gaze. his expression is serious, but there’s something else there too—an understanding that goes deeper than surface-level comfort.

“you’re freaking out, huh?” he asks, but it’s not condescending. there’s a knowing warmth in his tone, like he’s seen you unravel like this before, and it’s never phased him.

“i don’t know if i can do this,” you admit, barely above a whisper, your voice strained with vulnerability. “all these other girls have done this a million times, and i—”

“you’re not them,” he cuts in gently but firmly. “you’re you. that’s why you’re here. no one else brings what you bring.”

you shake your head, still not fully convinced. “but what if i mess up? what if i make a fool of myself in front of everyone?”

he steps closer, his hands coming up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing softly along your jawline, forcing you to stay anchored in the moment with him. “listen to me,” he says, his voice dropping an octave, more intense now. “you’ve worked your ass off for this. this isn’t some random opportunity that fell into your lap. they picked you because you’ve got something none of those other girls do. it’s not just about being pretty or walking in a straight line. it’s about the energy you bring, the way you make people feel when they watch you.”

you close your eyes for a second, trying to let his words seep into the cracks of your insecurity. but the doubts are still there, lingering like shadows.

“drew, what if i freeze? what if—”

“then you freeze, and you keep going,” he says, his tone steady, unyielding. “but i don’t think that’s going to happen. because you don’t give up. i’ve seen you face way bigger things than this, and you never back down. so why would you start now?”

his words hit harder than you expect, a mixture of challenge and belief that makes your heart clench. he’s not just offering hollow reassurances—he’s reminding you of your strength, of who you are when you’re not wrapped up in fear.

“and besides,” he adds, a softer note creeping back into his voice, “i’ll be out there, right in the front row. the second you step on that stage, i’ll be looking right at you, reminding you of exactly how badass you are.”

a laugh escapes you, despite yourself, the tension breaking slightly. “you always know what to say.”

he grins, leaning down to press a slow kiss to your forehead. “because i know you. better than anyone. and i know you’re about to blow everyone away.”

there’s a pause, and for a moment, the world feels smaller—just the two of you, tucked away in this corner, away from the lights and cameras and expectations. drew’s hands drop from your face, but he keeps one hand on your waist, his thumb tracing calming circles against your skin.

“you’ve got this,” he says, quieter now, almost like he’s speaking directly to your soul. “and if you start to doubt yourself, just look for me. i’ll be there, reminding you that you’re not alone in this.”

the knot in your chest loosens, just a little, and you find yourself nodding, the panic subsiding enough for you to take a steady breath.

“okay,” you say, more to yourself than him. “okay. i can do this.”

he gives you a final, lingering look—one filled with so much pride, so much trust—and then steps back, giving you the space to gather yourself.

“you better go out there and make them all wish they had your confidence,” he teases, his voice light again, but there’s an underlying current of truth to his words.

as the stage manager signals for you to get into position, you take one last look at drew, and for the first time all night, you feel steady on your feet.

drew starkey x victoria’ssecret!model!reader

you’d been waiting all week for this delivery. victoria’s secret had sent out the official box for your tiktok promo, the angel wings and lingerie, and you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy about it.

being part of the victoria’s secret family was still a surreal feeling, even after a few shows and campaigns. the wings—they always made you feel like you were stepping into a different world, like some ethereal being just floating through life.

the oversized box had been sitting on the entryway table for a few hours now, untouched. you were waiting for the right moment to open it, savoring the anticipation. drew was supposed to come over later, and part of you wanted to share the moment with him. the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw you in anything remotely sexy? yeah, you were definitely looking forward to that.

when the door clicks open and drew walks in, his eyes find the box immediately, a smirk spreading across his lips. “finally came, huh?” he teases, dropping his keys on the counter before making his way over to you. he’s in one of those casual moods, still dressed in a white t-shirt and dark jeans, but there’s this glint in his eye—one that makes you bite back a smile.

“you want to see what’s inside?” you ask, brushing past him on your way to the box, fingers trailing lightly across his arm as you go.

“you know i do,” he murmurs, following close behind, his hand gently resting on your waist.

you carefully lift the lid, pulling out the tissue paper, and there it is—the lingerie, delicate lace, satin ribbons, and soft mesh in a soft blush color. the angel wings are folded beneath the fabric, shimmering lightly under the living room light, and the sight of them makes your heart skip a beat.

“holy shit,” drew whispers, his hand now gripping your waist a little tighter. his eyes are glued to the set, his breathing just a touch heavier than before.

“like it?” you tease, pulling the lingerie out of the box and holding it up to your body, the sheer material barely covering anything.

he licks his lips, his gaze dark and heavy. “put it on.”

there’s something in his voice that makes your stomach flip, a hunger that you know all too well.

you nod, taking the lingerie and wings into the bedroom. your hands are trembling just slightly as you slip into the delicate fabric, the lace cool against your skin. it fits like a second skin, hugging your curves in all the right places. the wings, once you attach them, feel light and ethereal on your shoulders, giving you that iconic angel look.

taking a deep breath, you step out of the bedroom, and the moment drew lays eyes on you, you feel the intensity of his gaze wash over you.

his eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of you from the lace that barely covers your breasts to the delicate ribbons that rest on your hips. he leans back against the couch, his eyes darkening as they lock onto yours.

“you look unreal,” he breathes, his voice low and rough, like it’s taking everything in him to hold himself back.

you smile, feeling a surge of confidence under his gaze. “thanks, babe. i’m supposed to film a tiktok for them in this.”

“forget tiktok for a second,” he says, his voice deeper now, more demanding. “walk for me.”

you blink, caught off guard by the request. “walk for you?”

“yeah,” he nods, sitting up straighter, his eyes never leaving you. “like you’re on the runway. i want to see you.”

there’s a playful smile on your lips as you step back, giving yourself some room. his eyes track your every move, the air in the room growing heavier with tension.

you start walking, slow and deliberate, your hips swaying just like they would on the runway. every step feels charged, every movement precise. his eyes burn into you, watching the way the lingerie clings to your body, the way the wings catch the light with each turn.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, shifting slightly on the couch. “come here.”

you obey, walking toward him, but the moment you’re close enough, his hands are on you, pulling you down onto his lap. his fingers grip your hips tightly as he looks up at you, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growls, his hands slipping under the lace of the lingerie, fingers teasing the bare skin of your thighs.

you can’t help but smile, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “oh, i think i have some idea.”

he kisses you then, hard and demanding, his hands roaming over your body like he can’t get enough. his fingers slip under the straps of your lingerie, pulling them down your shoulders as his mouth moves to your neck, kissing and biting his way down.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. “i can’t believe you’re mine.”

“i’m all yours,” you whisper back, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging gently as his lips find your collarbone.

he groans at your words, his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you down harder against him. you can feel how hard he is through his jeans, the pressure between your legs already building with every movement.

“take this off,” he demands, his fingers tugging at the delicate lace of your lingerie.

you comply, reaching behind to unclasp it, letting the fabric fall away, leaving you completely bare except for the wings still attached to your back.

drew pulls back slightly to take you in, his eyes dark and filled with raw desire. “you look like a fucking angel,” he whispers, his voice rough and filled with awe.

before you can respond, he’s pulling you closer, his lips crashing against yours again as his hands roam over every inch of your exposed skin. his touch is possessive, like he’s claiming you, marking you as his.

you gasp as his hands find your breasts, teasing your nipples until they’re hard and sensitive. his lips follow, kissing and sucking at the soft skin, drawing moans from your lips that only seem to spur him on more.

“drew, please,” you whisper, your hips grinding against him, desperate for more.

he groans, his hands moving to undo his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free himself. he’s hard and ready, and the sight of him makes your mouth water.

“come here,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips as he positions you over him.

you don’t need any more encouragement. you sink down onto him slowly, both of you groaning at the sensation. he fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way, and you have to take a moment to catch your breath.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he mutters, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he starts to move.

you start riding him slowly, your hands on his shoulders as you find a rhythm, your hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. the pleasure builds quickly, the friction between your bodies driving you both closer to the edge with each movement.

drew’s hands roam over your body, one hand slipping between your legs to tease your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his hips bucking up into you, making you gasp.

“drew, i’m so close,” you pant, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride him harder, faster, chasing your release.

“come for me, baby,” he growls, his voice rough and demanding. “let go for me.”

that’s all it takes. the coil of pleasure snaps inside you, and you come undone with a cry, your body trembling as waves of ecstasy crash over you. drew’s hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts up into you, his own release following soon after.

you collapse against him, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies still tangled together as the aftershocks of your orgasms pulse through you.

drew presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you as you both come down from the high.

“you’re gonna kill me one day,” he murmurs, his voice still breathless but filled with affection.

you smile, nuzzling into his neck. “maybe. but at least you’ll die happy.”

he chuckles, his hands running up and down your back, gently tracing the outline of the wings still attached to you.

“i can’t believe i get to keep you,” he whispers, his voice soft and full of awe.

you lift your head to meet his gaze, your heart swelling at the love and admiration you see in his eyes. “i’m not going anywhere,” you whisper back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

i hope i wrote it right! ⭐️ the concert was reaching its peak energy as the night drifted closer to the much-anticipated performance of “juno.” the lights dimmed, casting the stadium in a warm, dusky glow as the first notes of the song thrummed through the speakers. the crowd roared in response, and you felt a familiar thrill of adrenaline spark in your chest. but tonight was different. tonight, you had something planned.

just down in the front row, your boyfriend, drew, leaned casually against the barricade, his tall frame relaxed as he looked up at you, eyes crinkling with a hint of amusement. he looked effortlessly cool—wearing a simple black tee and jeans, his hair a little messy from his quick arrival. despite his long day, he hadn’t missed the chance to make it to your show. you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face as you spotted him. little did he know, he’d be in the spotlight soon enough.

“alright, everyone,” you announced into the mic, your voice carrying smoothly over the music. you shot a wink at the crowd, and their excitement grew, sensing what was coming. “i think we have a very special guest here tonight…drew, baby, how about you come up and help me out?”

the camera panned over the crowd, catching drew just as he raised a hand in mock reluctance, lips curved into a smirk that made the audience scream louder. he shrugged with a playful air, laughing as he accepted your invitation. security guided him up to the stage, and when he finally reached you, the two of you exchanged a look—a private, knowing glance that had the crowd erupting in anticipation.

you motioned to the single chair placed under a spotlight at center stage. “take a seat,” you said with a sly grin, and drew chuckled, eyeing you with that familiar glint of mischief. he settled into the chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him as he got comfortable, his gaze never leaving yours.

“so,” you purred into the mic, stepping in close as the beat continued to pulse around you, “have you tried this one?”

drew’s smirk deepened as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. “i think i could learn a thing or two,” he replied smoothly, his voice low enough to make your pulse quicken.

the crowd screamed as you straddled his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders as the music filled the stadium. the camera zoomed in, capturing the way drew’s hands instinctively moved to your waist, his fingers spreading to hold you securely. his expression softened, though his grin remained as he looked up at you, his gaze as steady as ever. from his vantage point, he was completely in the moment, focused only on you despite the sea of fans watching.

you leaned in close, your faces mere inches apart as you swayed to the beat, your bodies moving in perfect sync. drew’s hands were gentle but firm on your waist, anchoring you as you rolled your hips to the rhythm, the tension between you both crackling under the stage lights.

you caught his eye, biting your lip as you tilted your head, letting a little teasing smirk play on your lips. He matched your grin, that familiar look of challenge and affection mixing in his gaze as he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, “think you can keep this up?”

with a laugh, you pushed the playfulness further, letting the music take over as you wrapped your arms around his neck, rolling your hips in rhythm, feeling the heat radiate between you two. the audience was in a frenzy, but you barely heard them; all you could focus on was the way drew’s eyes followed your every move, his gaze never breaking from yours.

at one point, the camera zoomed in on drew’s face, catching the way he glanced from your face to your hips, his smirk deepening as he gave a small shake of his head, amused, impressed, and just a little bit captivated. the screen above the stage flashed his expression to the entire crowd, and their response was instant—an eruption of cheers and laughter as they caught his reaction.

drew chuckled, his hands tightening just slightly on your waist as he whispered, “they’re not going to let me live this one down, are they?”

“guess not,” you replied with a grin, moving even closer until you could feel his breath on your cheek. you let the rhythm slow, leaning into him just a little more, your fingers playing at the collar of his shirt as you sang the chorus, your voice soft and intimate, as if the words were meant only for him.

he looked up at you, his gaze unwavering, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade. his hands traced slow, steady circles on your lower, his thumb brushing just under the fabric of your one piece, sending a shiver through you. you could feel the thrill radiating between you both, heightened by the audience’s anticipation.

as the song neared its climax, you leaned back slightly, arching with a graceful dip that had the crowd roaring. drew’s grip tightened just enough to hold you steady, his strength and warmth grounding you as you found your balance. he looked up at you with that same spark in his eyes, a mix of pride and admiration that made your heart skip.

when the song ended, you straightened up, breathless and flushed, grinning as you glanced back at him. he rose with you, giving your ass a quick, slap and gently grab before stepping back, flashing one last amused look at the audience as he left the stage.

backstage after the show, you found him leaning against the wall, waiting for you with a smirk and that familiar, endearing look in his eyes.

“so,” he murmured as you walked up to him, still riding the high of the performance. “think you’ll have a chair ready for me at the next show?”

you laughed, slipping your arms around his neck. “only if you’re willing to learn more moves,” you teased, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

drew’s grin softened as he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. “for you? I’ll make time for as many shows as you want.”