Me At 3am Clicking “keep Reading” On The Most Jaw Dropping, Earth Shattering, Pantie Dropping, Smutty

USBCSICBSUXHSH I NEED HIM IN SO MANY UNSPEAKABLE WAYS

imagine taking pics of drew while yall out with his friends and no one else knowing you taking it RAW every night ……. like him all cutesy and funny with his friends and you feel like predator because just watching him interact with his friends has your panties WET .

Guess I do have a type

NEED THAT OLD MAN IN THOSE SLUTTY GLASSES

Couldn't wait for someone else to do it

So real

me bc there’s women out there who can say they fucked drew starkey …………………………………

Neteyam was such a good brother and a good son, he will always be in my heart.

why did they have to kill him?!?! :'(

Ummmmm…. I need him????

Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it

how I look at the fics that appeared after I refreshed the tag for the 476th time

WHAT THE FUCK I’M DROOLING

I AM UNWELL I NEED HIM

rafe takes care of u (´・ω・`)/~

rafe leaned against your doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you struggle with the simplest task, opening a bottle of water. your manicured nails tapped uselessly against the cap, frustration written all over your pouty lips.

“jesus christ,” he sighed, pushing off the frame and snatching the bottle from your hands. “you’re actually helpless, you know that?”

you blinked up at him, doe-eyed, lower lip jutting out in a dramatic little pout. “it’s not my fault,” you whined, twiddling your fingers. “they’re too long, rafe.”

he twisted the cap off with ease, taking a slow sip before handing it back to you. “and yet, you still get them done every week.”

you huffed, taking the bottle and sipping delicately, your lashes fluttering. “’cause they’re pretty.”

rafe shook his head, plopping onto your couch, legs spread wide. “you called me over for this? to be your personal assistant?”

you flopped down beside him, curling up against his side. “mhm,” you hummed, tracing absentmindedly over his arm. “who else is gonna help me, rafe?”

his jaw clenched at that.

you had other people. friends. guys who tripped over themselves to cater to you. but here you were, clinging to him, whining his name, acting like he was the only one who could take care of you.

his fingers flexed against his thigh. “you’re lucky you’re cute, crybaby,” he muttered. “what else do you need help with?”

—

rafe had you sprawled out on your plush pink couch, your lacy little shorts shoved aside, thighs spread wide over his lap. his fingers were buried deep inside your dripping cunt, the cold metal of his rings pressing against your swollen clit as he worked you open.

"so fucking needy," he muttered, watching the way your body squirmed, desperate for more. "cryin’ all day ‘cause you can’t do shit for yourself, but you sure know how to make a fucking mess."

your manicured nails dug into his wrist, trying to slow him down, but rafe just smirked, curling his fingers, pressing right against that spot that made you see stars.

your head fell back against the cushions, a whimper slipping from your glossy lips. "r-rafe—"

"what, baby?" he cooed, his voice dripping with condescension. "this what you wanted? needed me to take care of this too?"

you nodded frantically, hips bucking against his hand, completely at his mercy. your tiny little body trembled in his hold, overwhelmed by the way his fingers stretched you, filled you, owned you.

rafe leaned in, nose grazing the shell of your ear, voice thick with amusement. "bet you could touch yourself," he mused, his thumb circling your clit in slow, deliberate motions. "bet you just wanted me to do it instead, huh? my poor, helpless, spoiled little baby."

your moan was high and broken, your walls fluttering around his fingers as the heat coiled tight in your belly.

rafe chuckled, his free hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"gonna cum for me, crybaby?" he murmured, lips brushing against yours.

you could only whimper in response, body tensing as the pleasure overtook you, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm crashed over you in waves.

rafe groaned, watching you fall apart in his hands, his cock twitching in his sweats.

you were so easy to take care of.

@ rafesbows