#drewstakey

warning: +18. NSFW CONTENT. MINORS DNI. (there isn't a world where drew starkey wasn't already hot to start with.)

word count: 1.7K

author's notes: my take on brina's song! i had to ok??? it was right there!!! non proofread :s

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I haven’t been home in forever. College kept me busy, internships stole any possibility of actually enjoying summers, and the idea of bumping into people from my hometown never exactly thrilled me. 

After rearranging my schedule, I met with my friends, Sabrina, Maddie, and Lola, and all they talked about was this big party for the first night of summer. Even though all I wanted was a night in with the girls, I knew saying ‘no’ wasn’t an option.

“C’mon, it’s just one party, we cannot miss this,” they begged, dragging me toward the lake house already glowing with string lights and blasting music. “Everyone’s back. You’ll have fun.”

I rolled my eyes, fixing my makeup and rethinking all my life choices. Fun usually meant dodging awkward small talk with people I’d sworn I’d never speak to again.

I followed the girls into someone’s parents' house. The house was already packed; the heat was thick, and there was beer and drinks everywhere. People were in the pool, playing and dancing to the loud music that echoed in the backyard.

Sabrina goes into the encounter with the boys that we used to hang out with as soon as we arrive; they kept in touch way more than I did. She calls for me, Maddie, and Lola. We got closer, but all I was trying to see was where I could get a drink.

I was checking my surroundings as Sabrina poked my arm, grabbing my attention. “Y/N, do you remember Andrew?” 

My eyes landed on him, it took me a minute to realize.

The Andrew was Drew, Drew Starkey, the one who was hung up on me for years despite me friend-zoning him so hard. The sweet, helpful, and innocent good friend of mine, Drew.

Except now, holy fuck, there was nothing sweet and innocent in this man. What once was a sweet boy turned into a sexy man.

He was leaning against the railing, beer in hand, taller than I remembered, shoulders broad, the hair way shorter, and Lord help me, but I think I’ve never noticed someone's hands the way I just did.

When did he get so hot?

“Hey,” he said, voice deeper, rougher than I expected. “Didn’t think I’d see you back here,” he leans for a hug, and his perfume intoxicates every cell on my body.

I swallowed, forcing myself to play it cool even though my body was screaming holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. “Oh my God, hi...um,yeah, I’m just back for the summer. My friends kinda kidnapped me to this party.”

He chuckled, tilting his head. “Guess I should thank them, then.” I look around, they’re all hung up in their own conversation that they didn’t even notice the interaction.

Is he…flirting with me? I mean, he used to help me a lot but he never flirted like this. Am I being delusional?

I blinked, trying to recalibrate. “You look… different.”

“Different good, or different bad?” 

My mouth curved, betraying me. “Definitely good.”

He grinned, slow and knowing. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you, although you've always looked…hot,”

Yup, not delusional, definitely flirting. 

The music faded into the background, he turns over, reaching for another drink, allowing me to check him out properly. The size of his arms should be illegal. I wonder how it feels to touch.

“You know,” Drew said, voice low, bringing me back to reality, “we should catch up. Properly.”

“What do you have in mind?” I teased, raising a brow.

His smirk turned downright sinful. “We could…bail this party and go somewhere we used to, I don’t know.”

I bit my lip, and before I could respond, he leaned just a little closer, enough that his breath grazed my ear. “Or, we can hang out at my place, what do you say?”

My breath caught as he stared at me. I’m staring at his mouth and wondering how I didn't get the vision back then.

“Lead the way,” I murmured back, surprising even myself with how fast the words slipped out.

Drew’s grin widened, dangerous, satisfied. His hands reach my back. Nobody in the group noticed as he tugged me through the house, weaving through sweaty bodies and spilled drinks, out the back door, and toward the driveway.

Neither of us wasted time. I tossed my things on the floor, we threw his keys as soon as we entered his place, his lips crased onto mine, hands gripping my waist and pushing my back until my spine met the wall. His mouth was hungry and dominant, even though one of his hands was cupping my face with a soft touch; it was inevitable not to feel the desperation. 

“God,” he muttered against my mouth, “do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?”

I pulled at the hem of his shirt. “Show me.”

He yanked it over his head, and I took a greedy second to admire him—broad chest, lean muscle, that sharp V disappearing into his jeans. Oh God, he caught my look and smirked. 

He dipped his lips to my neck and chest, he tugged my shirt over my head, his hands roaming over my back, sliding down to my hips, and then under my skirt, unzipping it and throwing it away, leaving me only in my underwear.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, voice low and rough. His hand gripped my thigh, lifting it slightly as he leaned down, planting kisses on my waist. I let a breathy moan escape my lips, tilting my head back, my fingers threaded through his hair as he licks my pussy through the fabric of my panties.

He lifted to kiss me again, slipping his fingers inside me while his lips stayed on mine, as I couldn’t control any of the moans left my mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured into my lips. All I was able to respond with was another moan. “You shouldn’t have underestimated me,” he says, drawing circles in my clit, fastening the pace. 

“Hm..I k-know…Can I make it up to you…or should you punish me?” I asked, smiling, breathing out

A quiet laugh escaped him. He lifted me, carrying me to the couch, pressing my back against the cushions. “You can make it up by being a good girl, baby.”

I obeyed as he knelt between my legs, sliding my panties off, planting kisses along every inch of me. His breath against my folds, the vibration of his laugh, made me arch instinctively.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he whispered before covering me entirely with his mouth, tongue, and lips, devouring me with intent, every lick, suck, and kiss driving me wild. His fingers slid into my entrance and penetrated me without any warning. I gasp as he keeps his movements all synchronized. 

I felt close, Drew must’ve sensed it because as my body kept running out of breath, he slowed down getting up. 

“What happened?” I asked breathlessly as I watched him unzip his pants and take off his underwear. I could look at him all day.

“Consider this your punishment, now ride me so we can come together.” He demanded.

I get on my elbows as he sits next to me with his legs spread, waiting for me to sit on his lap. It would be a sin not to suck him even a little bit. I get up enough to reach his cock with my mouth. His hand tangled in my hair, holding me close as I close my lips around the tip of him. He let a husk moan out.

“Even though I’m enjoying this a lot, that’s not what I told you to do, baby.” He grips my hair, taking me off him.

I get up, positioning myself on top of him, sinking slowly as I feel his cock fill all over me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hisses through gritted teeth.

“Oh God, you’re damn big, Drew,” I croak, wriggling around on top of him. I have no self-control or patience at this point. He grabs my hips, pumping into me. The friction feels sinful. I can feel him everywhere.

I use him as support as I slam down on him nonstop, his hands clamping against my ass, helping me slide up and down his cock. He powers upward, shoving himself even deeper. I’m on top, but he’s clearly in control.

“Fuuuck.” a feral look crosses his face. I keep bouncing and moving my hips as he helps push me downward with each thrust.

“I…Can I come?” I ask, being taken over by the feeling growing in me. I dig my nails into his shoulders.

“Yes, come for me, Y/N.”

Inside me, his cock pulses, one of his hands gives my breast a firm squeeze as the other strokes my clit, teasing until my legs start to feel weak, shaking so hard I can barely stay on top of him. I squeeze my thigh tightly around him as I come, Drew holds my waist with both hands and rises himself pounding into me hard. 

I’m still in my high as he groaned coming. Still pushing himself inside me, he’s shaky and out of breath. 

We collapsed together on the cushions, sweaty, hearts racing, breathing ragged. I pressed my face into his chest, feeling his warmth. I whispered, letting a lazy smile curl on my lips. “I think that makes up for the years of waiting, huh?”

He chuckled, nuzzling my hair. “Yeah… definitely worth the wait.