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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months

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demonstration

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, reader is toppers girlfriend, struggling to cum, female receiving oral and fingering, multiple orgasms, edging and overstimulation, protected and unprotected sex, cheating

“maybe you could ask one of your friends for help, top.” you pout, rubbing your hand over his shoulder, not wanting him feel any more upset than he needs to be, but at the same time, you’re not sure how much longer this can go on.

“you can't tell me what i can do to fix it?” topper asks.

“you know i was a virgin before you babe, i really don’t know.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “maybe ask rafe?” “rafe?” topper turns suddenly to look at you. “why him?” “i’ve just… heard talk from some of my friends. he can probably give you some good advice. i don’t know.” you shrug. “maybe it’s something wrong with me.” “no, don’t say that.” topper shakes his head, turning to pull you into him, a hand around your waist.

“you ask your friends and i’ll ask mine.” you give as an option. topper nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, hoping the next time you’re in his bedroom, it’ll go a lot better.

“what?” rafe gawks at his friend, unsure if he heard him right or if he was going crazy.

“ive never… i’ve never made y/n cum before and i just… i need to know what to do rafe! i’m worried she’s gonna leave me if i can’t get it together and i guess- fuck! i don’t know! just help me out man!” topper paces quickly, bringing his hands to his hair, tugging on it, stressed out of his mind.

“okay, alright, jesus, just clam down!” rafe says, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for topper to sit as well. he’s not sure how long he can keep himself still, already feeling awkward and nervous about not being able to make you cum, only made worse by trying to talk to rafe about it.

“every time i fuck her, i just get so over excited and cum too quickly and i know this is tmi but i just try my best and every time she doesn’t cum and she says its okay but i know it’s really not.” topper blurts out.

“alright, well…” rafe sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. he’s never had this type of issue before with girls. “do you finger her? or eat her out? before you fuck her, i mean.” “i eat her out sometimes.” topper shrugs. “she says my tongue feels good and i can make her cum like that, but not when im fucking her, i just don’t know what to do, i just get so excited and… and i’ve never had this problem with girls before, it’s just y/n.”

“to be fair, she’s hotter than any girl you’ve been with before.” rafe comments. it’s no secret, so he doesn’t feel bad saying it, especially when topper nods.

“she’s way out of my league, thats why i’m sure if i don’t fix this she’s gonna leave me.” topper sighs.

“maybe a demonstration could help?” rafe suggests, making toppers head snap towards him, a look of fury in his eyes.

“you are not allowed to fuck my girlfriend.”

“no, man.” rafe shakes his head. “what if i’m there while you fuck her? then i can give you specifics, and she will know you are really trying. she told you to ask me right?” “yeah, i guess you have a reputation of being really good.” topper cringes at his own words.

“i am. so, let me help you, top. brother to brother.”

rafe understands why topper has such a hard time keeping it together as you lay out naked on the bed, eyes flickering between your boyfriend and his best friend, a cautiously optimistic look on your face.

“go ahead and spread your legs.” rafe says, trying to keep his tone even, to disguise the lust that he feels as his eyes move from your breasts down to between your thighs.

“can you get naked first topper? i feel weird here.” topper was shirtless, but still had his shorts and underwear on, even though he was obviously straining against the fabric.

“yeah.” topper glances briefly to rafe before tugging them down his hips, letting his cock spring free.

“so have you ever cum before y/n?” rafe asks.

“yeah, um… with my own fingers.” you cough awkwardly. “and when topper eats me out.”

“its really just when i’m inside of her.” topper says with a thick swallow as your thighs part, opening them wide to show off your pussy, already gleaming with wetness and a peachy pink color that makes rafe want to bend down and bury his tongue inside of your folds, but he has to behave himself, just happy to have this opportunity to see you like this.

“why don’t you finger her first? then you can show me. open her up a little, it’ll help.” rafe instructs.

topper nods, reaching down and pressing one finger against your hole. you tense up briefly before relaxing, allowing topper to push his finger in.

“is she tight?” rafe asks, without really meaning to, but he figures you must be from the way you are squeezed so tightly around his finger.

“yeah, that’s why i can never last.” topper says, thrusting his finger in and out, the slick sounds of his movement squelching throughout the room.

“does that feel good y/n?” rafe asks, eyes flickering up to your face.

“mhm.” you nod, but you don’t feel any urge to moan, needing more. “could add a second, top.” “okay.” topper nods, trying to work a second finger in, but you hiss at the stretch, primarily hurting around your entrance, despite your wetness.

“gotta rub her clit too.” rafe says, reaching over and pressing a fingertip to your clit, rubbing it. you gasp out, not just from the good feeling but from rafe touching you, like he swore to topper he wouldn’t do before he agreed to this.

toppers finger slips easily in once you’ve relaxed to having your clit rubbed. topper looks slightly annoyed, but he stays silent when he sees how much you’re liking it now, unable to hold back your moans. “oh, just like that.” you moan, eyes fluttering closed.

“see if you can add a third.” rafe says, flicking his finger over your clit before going back to rubbing.

“i’ve-i’ve never been able to take more than two.” you sit up slightly, surprised when topper presses a third finger and manages to begin thrusting it inside of you.

“aw, fuck.” you whine, trying to close your legs, but topper holds one thigh open with his hand while rafe grasps the other.

“keep ‘em open, cutie.” rafe says. “gonna cum?”

“yeah, yeah keep going-” you cut yourself off before you can yell rafes name instead of toppers.

“pull out, top.” rafe says, suddenly taking his hand away, making your back arch off the bed as you squirm, trying to chase their fingers, to get them back touching you.

“no, no, no.” you whine when topper also pulls out, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.

“sometimes if you’re struggling having her cum with your cock inside her, you can edge her first.” rafe says, switching easily back to teacher mode.

“should i fuck her now?” topper looks to rafe, before glancing to you, realizing he shouldn’t be asking permission to fuck his own girlfriend, but rafe has that type of energy, that commanding presence that easily makes him in control of any situation.

“yeah, put the condom on though.” rafe glances to the bed where topper threw a condom out of his pocket earlier. while topper slides it on, your focus on him, rafe takes a moment to reach to his crotch, squeezing his cock and begging himself to settle, to calm down.

topper lines himself up with your entrance, placing one hand on your hip as he lines himself up with his other hand, pushing inside of you slowly as you moan, eyes squeezing shut, obviously aroused and feeling good by him stretching you, so rafe is unsure what the issue is, until topper begins to move.

he’s thrusting too rapidly, overwhelming you. rafe shakes his head, “slowly, topper. deeper thrusts.”

topper manages to get control of himself, slowing down but still not thrusting deeper, and rafe realizes its because of the angle, topper not holding himself low enough to properly thrust.

“here.” rafe grabs a pillow, a different one from the one you’re laying your head on. rafe taps your hip and you lift them as he stuffs the pillow underneath. “try now.”

topper scooches closer, now able to thrust much easier, entering you at a far better angle as he takes you repeatedly, still going too erratically, too random.

“on a beat.” rafe says. “gotta fuck her steady, can’t just jackhammer.” “i-i-” topper groans out, pulling out, much to your disappointment as you let out a deep sigh. “i can’t, was about to cum.” “damn, baby, you must be real tight.” rafe glances to you, making you blush and close your legs slightly, which is hard as you are propped up, spread open on display.

“try again, top, it’s okay.” you soothe him, keeping your voice soft and steady.

topper nods, retaking his cock in his hand, pushing it back inside. you nod in encouragement as he moves, already going to shallow and too fast to properly build you up.

“gotta rub her clit too, man. remember she’s already close from getting edged.” rafe tries to instruct, but when topper places his thumb on your clit, his movements are jerky and too harsh, almost hurting as you cringe, but in your displeasure, your cunt clenches around toppers cock and he looses control, moaning as he cums, pumping into the condom.

“shit!” topper shouts out in pleasure, before he realizes you’re looking up at him with disappointment in your eyes. “shit.” he groans again, this time angry with himself as he pulls out in shame.

“it’s okay, top.” you sit up, moving the pillow as you reach out for your boyfriend, or at least attempt to, but he moves away, looking down in shame.

“you’re gonna break up with me now.” toppers voice is sad as he speaks.

“what?” it takes you back, not expecting it.

“you’re gonna break up with me, aren’t you? because i can’t make you cum, you’re gonna leave me? god, i’m so pathetic.” “i can’t believe you think i’m that shallow.” you scoff as topper pulls the condom off and tosses it into rafes trashcan, who is simply glancing back and forth between the two of you. “that i would break up with you over sex?” “you wouldn’t?” topper questions.

“you would?” you question back, growing frustrated. “topper, i let you take my virginity, i can’t believe you thought i would do that just… just go.”

“no, baby, listen.” topper begins.

“i’m not breaking up with you yet.” you tell him. “but i need some space, please just go.”

topper can’t hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to cry in front of you, and especially not rafe, so he pulls his clothes back on quickly and haphazardly before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him.

you sigh, burying your head in your hands. you wouldn’t break up with topper just because of sex, but his reaction to what happened makes you question everything.

“you okay baby?” rafe asks, making you jump, forgetting he was there.

“yeah, sorry, i can leave.” you move to get off the bed when rafe grabs your wrists, making you stop.

“or you could stay.” rafe says, his voice suggestive, as well as the look on his face.

“i-but topper…” “just finishing off what he started. come on, you came here for help anyways. lets see if you can cum when i fuck you.” “i-i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.” --

rafe finally picks his head up from between your legs, cunt now bright red and covered in mess due to your three orgasms his tongue and fingers brought out of you, deciding to go for overstimulation instead of edging, now that he was the one getting to have you.

“still thinking about topper?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine out.

“no.” you admit honestly, all of your thoughts have been replaced by rafe. “fuck me, please, rafe.”

rafe smirks, standing up and taking his shirt off, pleased that your eyes glaze over as you watch him undress, jaw dropping open when his cock is revealed, already hard and leaking.

“yeah, i know i’m bigger than him.” rafe smirks as he climbs onto the bed. “but i opened you up enough, didn’t i? or do i need to make you cum again?”

“n-no.” you shake your head, already so overstimulated. “i want your cock, i need it.” “he always fucks you in missionary?” rafe asks, wanting to make you cum in the same position that topper couldn’t, proving yet another way he’s superior.

“yeah, we haven’t tried anything else.” you say, leaving out the word yet not sure if you can go back to topper after this.

rafe nods, looking towards his drawer that he knows contains condoms, going to grab one before you speak up suddenly, “you-you can fuck me raw. if you want. i’m on birth control.” rafe can’t help but smirk, nodding as he grabs the same pillow again, placing it under your hips, bringing your tired legs up, thighs falling open.

“tell me if it hurts or if anything doesn’t feel good.” rafe says. he’s sure it’s toppers' inadequacies making you struggle, but just in case he wants to take good care of you.

“mkay.” you nod, hands fisting in the bed sheets as rafe rubs the head of his cock through your sticky folds, making sure to tap against your clit, just to tease you even further.

“gonna fuck you so much better than he ever could. ‘ts why you should be with me instead, baby.” rafe says, not letting you respond or even think too much about his statement as his cock pushes inside of you, making your back arch off the bed.

“oh my god!” you shout out, moaning wildly without care as rafe begins to thrust, deep and hard, hitting spots inside of you that topper has never touched before.

“oh, fuck.” rafe groans out. “you are tight, baby.” your cunt is squeezing him, molding to his walls. “no wonder he cums so quickly.” you shake your head, not wanting to think about topper, not wanting to feel any guilt or regret as rafes hips swing forward, cock pressing against your gummy walls as he moves a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in that same enticing way that made your high build so quickly last time.

“feels really good, rafey.” you moan, raising and lower your hips slightly in time with his thrusts, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you, feeling his hot skin against yours, the first person to take you bare.

“i knew there was nothing wrong with you.” rafe smirks. “already close to cumming, aren’t you?”

despite your body being tired from your three previous orgasms, you do feel another one building in your stomach.

“yeah, thats what i thought.” rafe moves faster, rubbing his thumb more intensely. “nothing wrong with you baby, you are perfect. perfect tight little cunt.” “please.” you whine out, unsure what you are begging for as tears slide down your cheeks, purely from being overwhelmed with pleasure. you’ve never managed more than two orgasms in a night, and he’s close to doubling that.

“cum for me, doll. don’t have to beg. wanna feel that cunt squeezing around me.” rafe encourages you, pumping quickly as he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger before letting go and rubbing quickly, forcing the orgasm out of you as you scream, entire body tightening as your hips rise, high overtaking you as your eyes open to see rafe looking back at you, cocky look in his eye, but his jaw is slackened in pleasure as your cunt spasms around his dick.

“that’s it, good girl.” rafe affirms, thumb now gently touching around your clit, bringing you down slowly as his cock stays lodged deep inside of you.

you shiver as you lower your hips, breath slowly coming back to normal.

rafe bends over your body, taking your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, his tongue licking against your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth.

“you just came on my cock, pretty girl.” rafe says.

“i know, i loved it.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe kisses your jaw, obsessed with the taste of your skin almost as much as your cunt.

“hmm, so two more? three?” rafe suddenly snaps his hips forward, making you realize he’s still buried inside of you.

“wait, wha-” your question is cut off as rafe straightens, resuming his same pace as if he didn’t just deliver you the most mind blowing orgasm.

“you think i’d be satisfied with getting you to cum just once?” rafe tsks and shakes his head. “we aren’t even close to done.”

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 4 months

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Feels like I’m drowning

pairings - topper x reader x rafe

summary - a threesome with your boyfriends best friend.

warnings - threesome, slapping, hair pulling, name calling, choking. (18+)

A/n- based of a TikTok I seen. Also listen to feel like I’m drowning by two feet to get the full experience. Love you!

Your palms pressed firmly against his chest, rolling your hips painfully slow. His cock slipped, in, out. Torturing your sensitive hole, he sat back against the couch with his hands behind his head.

Hooded eyes watched you get yourself off, using his cock to bring you pleasure. “Look so pretty riding my cock baby girl” he hummed, his stomach muscles clenched with each drop of your hips. Your ass bounced harshly against his lap, your arousal soaked his thighs.

Gnawing on your lip and squeezing your eyes closed, your tits bounced wildly as you chased your high. You were so entranced in the pleasure you didn’t hear the door open or close, you didn’t feel the presence of a body behind you. But you did feel fingers grip the root of your hair and pull your head back sending a shockwave down your spine, your eyes flying open to catch Rafe’s ocean blue eyes staring down at you.

“Topper!” You exclaimed, a warm feeling settled in your lower belly at the way Rafe’s eyes dropped to your lower half. Mesmerized by the way your boyfriend's cock disappeared within you. Any form of embarrassment left the room as your hips continued their movements under the lust filled eyes of Topper's best friend. That familiar tingle creeps from your toes up, your pussy pulsating around your boyfriends cock. “You like that huh?” Rafe questioned, you found yourself nodding moving your hips faster against Topper’s cock pushing him deeper. “Like riding his cock while I watch?”

You bottom lip trapped between your teeth you nod once more, the grip on your hair is fierce and it sends shivers down the back of your neck. Topper’s hand moves from behind his head and palms your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

You let out a strained moan when his mouth envelopes your breast, sucking harshly against the bud. “Such a little slut hmm, fucking him in front of his best friend.. let’s get him deeper”

His hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, he pushes you down further. Topper’s cock buried deep inside of you, a mix between a moan and choke crawls up your throat. “Oh fuck” you cry, your cunt splits in half from you boyfriends thick cock. Your arms wobble and your body begins to fall forward but Rafe is quick to grip your biceps, he helps you grind against Topper’s cock. “She’s a pretty thing” Rafe says, his eyes on his best friend. Topper nods, his balls ache as he closes in on his orgasm. “The prettiest of things” Rafe can sense the ending and grips your hips bringing you up and down roughly, your head falls back onto his shoulder. “Have some fun with her” Topper says, nodding his head to Rafe who is quick to pull you from his cock and spin you around. Your legs wobble for a brief moment before your boyfriend's cock is buried deep within you again, you face Rafe now with your legs spread over Topper’s lap.

“Come on baby, open your mouth for him” Topper demands, his hands grip your hips and resumes fucking you. You turn your head to look at your boyfriend who nods his head and reaches between your legs, toying with your aching clit. Bringing your face back to Rafe, you watch him intently as he pulls his shirt over his head. Saliva pools in your mouth as the sight of his body, swallowing harshly when his pants hit the floor and you're graced with the sight of his long cock. “Fuck.. oh” you shriek, you can feel your orgasm brewing. Your walls are shaking, sucking Topper in deep. “Open your mouth”

Your tongue drops out and you stare up and Rafe from your thick lashes, he steps closer his cock bobs infront of you. Your hand grips his hip and your other hand wraps around the base of his cock, Rafe is impatient and grips the back of your hair again, pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth without warning. “Shit” Topper growls as your cunt tightens harshly around his cock, your tongue tastes the tip of his cock briefly before sucking him deep into your throat. “Fuck… no gag reflex. Been holding out on me mate” Rafe grunts, both men grin at one another before looking back at you. It’s a picture worthy sight. Topper’s thick cock buried into your cunt while your mouth devours Rafes long cock.

The grip he has on your hair is borderline painful but you have no strength to move, letting him use you like a toy, Topper’s palm meets your ass with a sharp slap. You whine around Rafes cock causing him to jerk roughly in your throat, tears spill from your eyes as he assaults your mouth. “She’s close, her fucking pussy is shaking” Topper groans, holding onto his own climax. His balls are heavy and painful, he wants to come but he won’t. Not until you're shaking around his cock. “Such a dirty slut… who knew y/n would be into 2 dicks at once” Rafe laughs.

With one final thrust you see stars, your gripping Rafe tightly by the hips as he thrusts into your mouth. Your orgasm blinds you, sending you into another realm. Your pussy pulsating around Topper’s cock, milking him until he’s dry. Your moans and cries are muffled by Rafes cock, his own orgasm creeping up on him. “I’m gonna cum.. open that pretty little mouth wider” he groans, pushing himself deep into your throat. You swallow his load with a splutter, his fingers grip your jaw tightly to stop you from falling as he pulls out of your mouth. “Taste every last drop”

His thumb pushes his cum that drips from your lips back onto your tongue, your mouth closes around his thumb and sucks harshly. “Good girl”.

Your eyes are wide at the sight of his still hard cock, the tip red like a lollipop. He hooks his arms under your armpits and pulls you from your boyfriend roughly who’s cock slips out of your abused cunt with a ‘pop’. “My turn”.

You're thrown onto all fours, your head falls to the side to catch your boyfriend's eyes. He stays seated, watching you with hungry eyes. You can’t help but glance down and notice his cock hard once more as though your pussy wasn’t enough to milk him dry. “Topper?” His eyes rake down the length of your body and up to your face, he gives you a soft nod and that’s all you need for your upper half to press firmly against the floor. “Shit… Topper you really have been keeping her from me.. look at that fucking fine pussy, she’s soaking”.

Rafes words have you clenching around air, pushing your bum backwards searching for friction. A loud slap rings through the air and pain shoots across your ass cheek, he had just spanked you. “Oh god” is all you manage to spit out, his hand meets your cheek again and you cry into the carpet.

Fingernails scratch at the soft material, with tears in your eyes you look behind you. Rafe kneels behind you, hard long cock between his fist. There is a deep crease between his eyebrows as he concentrates on pumping himself, his eyes shooting to yours when you begin to push yourself up from the ground slowly. His fingers grasp the ends of your long messy hair, with a harsh tug your cheek presses to his. “Look at your boyfriend… his cock is hard again… why are you just looking, touch him”.

You move slightly but he pulls you back again, wincing from the pain that shoots down your neck to your toes. “Don’t move slut… you're going to take my cock and suck his”.

His hand pressed firmly to your shoulder blades and pushed you down, you watched your boyfriend move from the couch slowly. Kneeling in front of you, his eyes are soft when they land on you. A stark difference to the man who kneels behind you and painfully grips your hips. “Suck it”.

Toppers fingers lace through your hair, your mouth opens for his cock, tongue circling his pinkish tip slowly. A sharp noise falls from his lips when you swallow him deeply, he can feel the back of your throat. “Such a good girl” Topper hums, he lets you move your mouth against him slowly, never pulling or gripping your hair.

Rafe on the other hand lines his cock at your seeping hole and juts into you, your choke is muffled by Topper's cock. Forcing yourself not to clench your jaw at the sudden intrusion, you're sensitive from before but Rafe doesn’t care.

His cock moves in and out of you with such force your body juts forward taking Topper in deeper until your nose touches his trimmed pubes. “Fucking Christ!” Topper shouts, you’ve never taken this deep before and he can’t think straight. “Taking our dicks so well.. like the little whore I knew you were”.

Your eyes meet Toppers, he gives you the smallest of smiles and you can’t help but clench around Rafe. You loved being called whore but you also loved being treated like a princess. “I’m not gonna last” Topper chokes, you can feel the veins in his cock throb. Reaching up to palm his balls, he’s spilling into your mouth before he can stop himself. “You can watch then… I’m not finished” Rafe states, his hand runs up the length of your back and skim around to your throat. Wrapping his fingers tightly and pulling you against his chest. “Look at those pretty tits bouncing… how fucking pretty does she look Top? Hmm? Been hiding this from me”.

Topper's chest rises and falls harshly as he stares at you, he’s not sure why he’s feeling so much pride. Loving Rafe complimenting his girlfriend, loving that he is the one who gets to take you home at the end of this. “She’s fucking beautiful” Topper agrees, you give him a half smile but its quickly removed and replaced with an open mouth moan. “Fuck!” You cry, Rafe gropes your breast roughly. Your nipples clamped between his fingers as he tugs, he’s moving you up and down against him. His cock hitting your g-spot with an almost painful thrust but that doesn’t stop you from growing wetter around him and breathing out yes yes. His lips bite and suck at the skin of your exposed neck, your mind is whirling. Unsure where to focus, his cock, his mouth or his hands. “Fucking Jesus Christ… y/n, your squeezing me so tight” he growls, your eyes are clenched shut but the feeling of your boyfriends hand on your stomach has them pinging open.

“Hey baby” he grins, his hand drops low and nestles itself between your folds. He’s quick to massage the needy bud, bringing you closer to your release. “Oh fuck.. Top”

His eyes look behind you for a moment and then back to you, Rafes hand falls from your tit and back to your throat. Topper's mouth envelopes your nipple in his mouth, you are shaking now. Gripping Topper's shoulder as Rafe quickens his pace, he mumbles dirty words into your ear which has you moaning and sobbing. “That’s it… come on you dirty slut, ride my cock like you love it… like it’s the only thing keeping you breathing”

Topper drops your breast and looks at Rafe, you watch with hooded eyes their silent conversation. Topper reaches between your legs and presses firmly to your clit, you let out a shriek. Your body shakes from the pleasure and the brutal thrusts from Rafe, he lets go of your throat and you fall forward slightly into Topper's chest. He lets you wrap your arm around his neck as he toys with your clit, his eyes stay on you as you close in on your orgasm. “She’s gonna cum”

Rafe quickens his speed at Topper's statement and pounds deep and fast into you, the sound of your wet cunt sucking Rafe deeper feels the room, your toes curl and heat runs down your spine as your orgasm bleeds through you. Squeezing your eyes closed as colors go off behind your eyes, jerking around Rafe as his own orgasm hits him, slow sloppy thrusts until he pulls out of you roughly. A sharp sting runs up your spine and you grip Topper tighter who’s fingers brush pieces of hair behind your ears. “Thanks Top and thanks for that sweet pussy y/n”.

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drewsephrry · 11 days

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being a kook moodboard

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rafesgoldrings · 11 months

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Let Me Help

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, Topper Thornton x reader, Kelce x reader

Warnings: potential season one spoilers??, light smut, oral sex (f receiving), blood, violence, guns, fighting, reader threatens to kill someone, suggestive ending, language, reader is a bitch

Summary: after hearing what JJ and Pope did to Topper, you decide to join in on the plan for revenge. Turns out you like seeing your boys get mean way more than you thought

A/N: since reader is said to be wearing a skirt, the outfit above is exactly the kind of outfit i pictured

Okay but imagine Rafe, Kelce, and Topper using you as bait for Pope and JJ after the boat thing. You’d all been best friends for years and while it was purely platonic, they couldn’t deny that you were easily the hottest girl on the island. So when they decide they’re going to jump them at the movies and you overhear, you step in with your own idea.

“Let me help” they all gave each other hesitant glances not wanting you to risk getting hurt. But you were stubborn and refused to accept no as an answer so they reluctantly agreed, all realizing that maybe this was actually a great idea.

JJ was easy to lure in. All you had to do was flash him a pearly smile while wearing a tiny little skirt and crop top and he was on his knees for you. Literally, on his knees eating you out in the bathroom before it got dark. If you were going to be involved, you at least wanted something out of it and JJ just so happened to be an expert with his tongue. He was so lost in your cunt that he didn’t notice the way you grabbed his bag and took the gun.

‘Stupid fucking pogue’ you’d think to yourself as your orgasm washed over you.

“That was great JJ, meet me behind the projector tonight and i’ll gladly return the favor” he nodded eagerly, standing up and giving you a sloppy kiss. You left the stall, making sure to sway your hips to really lay it in, and scanned the crowd for your next target.

Pope was a bit harder, you couldn’t lure him with sex because he was such a virginesque geek. So you had to actually use your brain and think of something that would be effective but not too obvious. You tried to remember all those times you’d overhear him at parties when suddenly it hit you, his weird fascination with becoming a coroner. Now this seemed like a weird route, but you happened to have an uncle that taught forensic pathology at the university and you could easily play it off like you were giving him a good word.

“Hey Pope” he’d walked up to the food stand to get some popcorn not noticing you at first.

He wasn’t exactly a fan of you, but he didn’t not like you either. He knew you were friends with the whole ‘death squad’ but also heard that you were incredibly sweet and crazy smart so how bad could you be?

“Oh, hey Y/N” the smile on his face was forced and you knew that, but you knew how to work your charm.

“I hear you’re wanting to go into forensic pathology, did you know I have an uncle that teaches that at the university? I could put in a good word for you if you wanted” your signature bright smile on display, head tilted slightly.

His eyes went wide when he finally understood what you said. This could be huge for him, he’d be crazy if he declined.

“Really? That would be great! Do you think there’s any way you could get me into contact with him?”

“Of course! Just meet me behind the projector tonight and we can swap contact info yeah? Don’t want anyone knowing i’m playing favorites” he quickly nodded, a large smile on his face. Sucker.

“Cool, see you around Pope” your hand brushing his arm as you gave him a flirtatious wink and walked away.

When you returned to your boys with the results, they each kissed your cheek. Kelce bowed down to you and the other two followed shortly after, the laugh you let out enamoring them completely. Now it was just a waiting game.

Nightfall shortly came, the movie playing on the screen not anything you’d cared about. The only thing you cared about was teaching those dirty pogues a lesson, and when you noticed JJ sneaking off from his friends you knew it was go time.

“Hey! Get ready boys, we’re about to have a real fun night” you hit Rafe on the shoulder before standing up, pulling your skirt down and ignoring the very obvious stares from the guys.

‘Typical’ you thought, rolling your eyes and walking towards the direction JJ went. But not before winking at Pope and signaling him to follow you, the others following behind unnoticed.

When you and Pope arrived behind the projector, JJ found it weird. He’d totally still get his dick sucked in front of Pope but like, why did you invite him there to watch? Unless you were just into shit like that, then he was all for it. Whatever got him that blowjob that was promised.

Pope was confused why JJ was there with a raging erection for a discussion about your uncle who’s a forensic pathology professor. That seems like a weird thing to be excited over, even for Pope.

But when Rafe, Topper, and Kelce surrounded them and you had a sick smile on your face, they understood they’d been set up. It was like vultures circling their pray, JJ immediately went for his bag to grab the gun and panicked when it wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?” you waved the gun in the air, your voice low and taunting.

Your boys looked proud that you managed to steal it while Pope and JJ were scared shitless. Pope, not thinking clearly, lunged for Topper which set off a chain reaction. Rafe was hitting JJ, Topper was hitting Pope, Kelce was going back and forth between the two trying to help whoever needed it. You just stood back watching in satisfaction. That was until Kie decided to join in, jumping on Toppers back and punching him to try and get him off Pope. Rafe grabbed her and threw her to the ground, you tried pushing that feeling of jealousy down but it was far too intense to do so.

“Reach for that lighter and I promise you i’ll kill you Kiara. Don’t fucking test me” Kie froze at the feeling of cold metal being held agaisnt her temple and she knew it was a gun.

She slowly stood and backed away from the bag having no choice but to watch her friends get beaten. Pope was in a chokehold, Rafe and Kelce were holding JJ back and landing blow after blow to his stomach. It wasn’t until Pope was nearly unconscious that you decided to stop it.

“Okay boys, we’ve had our fun. Can't exactly kill him here at least, let’s go home. I’m bored” an exaggerated yawn filling the air.

They let go of them and walked over to you, blood on their faces and knuckles from the punches, and the four of you walked to Topper's jeep. There was a silence that fell over you when you’d gotten in, not necessarily an awkward one, but also not very comfortable. It wasn’t until you spoke that the tension was broken.

“That. Was. So. Fucking. Hot. Oh my god i’m so turned on right now” they looked at you in shock, you were never this bold in any scenario.

“You’re so fucked up Y/N. Such fucked up little whore.” Rafe was the first to speak, turning to face you with a smirk on his face.

“You like that? Like seeing us beat the shit out of those dirty pogue pretty girl?” Kelce was the next to speak, turning around in the passenger seat to look at you more clearly.

“Didn’t know our innocent girl was so dark, how should we take care of that baby?” Topper looked at you in the rear view mirror, noticing how at some point in between then responding, you’d taken your panties off.

“How about each of you take turns with me? Show me what else those hands can do?” you had such an innocent look on your face and that mixed with your pouty lips, the sweet scent of your perfume, and your glistening cunt in the moonlight drove them crazy.

“Oh that can be arranged princess” Rafe growled, the others humming in agreement before Topper started the car and sped home.

This was going to be a very long and fun night for the four of you.

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deceitfuldevout · 3 months

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Kook for Rent

Dark!Virgin!Topper Thorton x Reader x Dark!Stepbro!Rafe Cameron

Word Count: +1,612

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Bondage, Human trafficking, Mentions of past stepcest, Forced prostitution.

Author's note(s): I've been meaning to finish this off before I deep-dive into studying.

Rafe would consider Topper to be his best friend. So of course, him being the best friend that he is decides to make Topper's dream come true: A chance to fuck his cute stepsister. Rafe is well aware of just how many guys would kill to spend the night with the Kook princess herself. He knows what your market value is and decides to take advantage of the opportunity.

Rafe counts the cash in hand, licking the pad of his thumb before raking through the stack of bills. His dad had cut some of his allowance out for not keeping an eye on Sarah, yet you weren't given the same punishment. It wasn't fair. So, what better idea than to rent you out to his best friend? He smirks at the heavy wad. Topper's family earned well more than his did, one of the few reasons why he tolerates the Kook. That and how he's known him since they were kids. Topper would never turn against him, even if he wanted to.

Rafe knew that Topper was head over heels for you. He's seen the way Topper would glance at you, when he thought no one else was watching. Of course, he wouldn't admit it, he's not the type to cross that boundary unless the feelings were returned. But if given the opportunity, he'd jump your bones. Rafe isn't going to let his friend die a virgin, not if he can help it. As soon as he finishes counting the money he leads his friend down the hallway to where your room was. There you were, bound and gagged to the bedpost.

Rafe made sure you were presentable, after all, Topper is a special guest. This is the first time he's ever ventured into your room. Different pastels and pinks littered the place. A few stuffed animals had been tossed aside in the struggle. Your hair had been messy during the fight. Rafe made sure to dress you in that one slip on that would drive any man crazy. For a moment, Topper couldn't believe it. He'd finally have a chance with the Kook queen herself. Who wouldn't want this? You were everything he's ever dreamed of. Valedictorian, top of their class, hell, you were even prom queen, yet here you were, presented just for him.

Before he could approach any further, Rafe places a hand on Topper's shoulder, "Listen, man, there's a reason why I chose you, I don't want anyone else doing this," He looks his friend dead in the eyes, "It's her first time too y'know?" Rafe eases his friend into it. Topper raises his brows at that statement, his pupils are blown as he looks your way. When would he ever get another chance like this? Both of them are sat on either side of the bed.

You glare at the two men with weary eyes, mascara now running down both cheeks. Each time one of them would approach, a swift kick would be sent their way. Topper had to dodge a few times until Rafe finally took charge. His hands immediately wrapping around your neck and squeezing as hard as he could. He doesn't stop, even when your face starts to change color.

Topper tries pleading with with him, "C'mon man! She can't breathe!" worried that his friend may have taken it too far. Rafe doesn't let go despite Topper's pleas until you almost pass out. When he releases his grip, an angry mark is left behind. You try to catch your breath despite the lack of air. It became clear that the gag wasn't helping one bit. Topper felt weary of the circumstances of how you ended up like this.

Rafe glares at his best friend, "Yeah, but you're still here," he knows how to read people, what makes them bend to his will, "You know she used to have a mouth on her?" he chuckles, "Fixed that shit up," Rafe grabs a leg while you're still drowsy and ties it at the end of the bed frame. He repeats this action for the other leg before laying at your side, "Sometimes you've gotta slap a bitch around, or else they'll feel like they're in charge," pointing a taunting finger in your face, "Remember this, I own your ass, you so much as take another breath, it's because I allowed it," He then raises both hands in the air, nodding for his friend to proceed, "Go on, she won't do that again," he smiles triumphantly.

For a moment, Topper is hesitant. Should he really be doing this? Rafe rolls his eyes, "There's a reason why I chose you, Top," Rafe needed to have Topper trust him, "I could've let Barry fuck her first, but I chose you," Rafe drags down the waistband of your panties, "All this, just for you," revealing the jewel plug to his friend. Topped let out an audible groan at the sight of it. He could feel the strain of his cock swelling under his shorts. Rafe parts your legs for a better angle. His hands grip at each cheek, parting your folds to give Topper a good view. Rafe made sure to lube up that pretty cunt of yours, he left the plug inside your ass in case Topper wanted to pay extra.

Topper juts his hips, he groans at the friction. He rubs his tip in between both breasts. A small trail of precum already leaking through, "F-fuck...she feels so soft..." Rafe made sure you'd use the extra soft lotion, the sparkly kind. Of course, it'd make Topper go crazy, what guy wouldn't? Glitter tits? Is that not every man's dream? He jerks himself off, using your tits for the extra friction. He toyed and played with both breasts until they peaked. His brows furrow, indicating that he was close, "Fuck man...she looks so pretty like this..." In a few seconds he'd already came in heavy waves, choking out a heavy groan before emptying a load. His cheeks were now a vibrant hue from the first round. His eyelids fluttering shut as he spread his seed against your bare chest.

Topper parts from you for a moment to catch his breath. He admires the view below him. More specifically that doe-eyed look on your face. He pokes out his tongue to lick his lips. Rafe drags the chair from your vanity closer to the bed, he plops his feet on your bedside. He lets Topper take charge for now. So far, his best friend was learning fast. Topper wipes at your tears, cooing a string of apologies, "Shh...sh... you're okay..." he swipes a stray tear with the back of his thumb gently. Rafe rolls his eyes at the sentimental act, "Jeez, Top, you're too soft on the slut," He clicks his tongue, alerting his friend to turn around.

Rafe then tilts his head to the bottle of lube and condom placed on the nightstand, "The bitch is already worked up, all you gotta do is fuck her now," as soon as those words hit your ears another muffled scream escapes. You thrash violently against the bindings, ignoring the searing pain of rope being dug into raw skin. Rafe lept from his seat, "Hey, hey, enough of that," he scolds, "I'm protecting you, what do you not understand? It's either Topper or Barry and we both know which one you'd prefer," as if you had a say in any of this. You glare back at the two men, giving them a death stare. It doesn't faze the Cameron heir, not one bit, "Stop being such a fucking baby," Rafe knew you could take much more, so why was Topper being such a fucking softie?

Topper shrugs of his friend, tuning him out as he wrapped himself up. He coats the condom with a light about of gel before rubbing it against your bare folds. He' g's been waiting for this for a long, long time. He presses his tip against the opening, grunting at the sensation, "Fuck...she's really warm," Topper's never felt this good in his life. He starts off at a slow pace, his eyes are mesmerized by the sight of his cock sinking deep into your channel. He carefully pumps his shaft, reveling in the feeling of a warm cunt squeezing him.

Topper groans, "Fuck....I'm really your first huh?" slowly but gently, picking up pace. He was much different than Rafe, gentler. What Thorton hadn't known, was that the Cameron boy had beaten him to it. After catching you sneaking out, Rafe decided that the best form of punishment was to pop your cherry. He hadn't told Topper this. Instead, he wanted to build that level of trust. Even if that meant putting you on the line.

Rafe knew Topper hadn't been with any other girl before. Of course, he wouldn't know the difference. You moan into your gag, eyelids fluttering shut as you fought the approaching orgasm. Rafe licks his lips at the sight of it. His best friend fucking his step-sister shouldn't turn him on this much. But something about it seemed so fucking hot. Shit, maybe he could sell the footage. Make it into an amateur porn. He's been tight on cash recently, might as well put you to good use. But no, he already had enough blackmail to keep you in line. He knows there's no coming back from this. He's already ruined you for any other man. Rafe owns your cunt and ass. He spent weeks making sure to train you well. You were a fighter, yes, but he's much, much stronger.

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darkroomkisses · 11 months

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Blame it on the Alcohol (Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Topper Thornton x Reader)

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON, Drugged sex, Smut, Fem!reader, Dark Rafe Cameron, Dark Topper Thornton, intoxication,Degradation, Underage Drinking/Drug use, Unconscious reader, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Toxic relationship, Sharing, choking, Face fucking, cuckolding, The boys are nasty, Read Tags and Enjoy!

Words: 2.5k/proofread once!

Summary: You attend a house party with your boyfriend Rafe Cameron, like most nights. After drinking and trying some blow you start to feel uneasy. Rafe tells Topper to help you out. Little do you know the type of “help” Rafe and Topper have planned for you.

Banner by @straywords 🥀

Part two

You ended up at a party even though you begged Rafe not to take you. You do not know why he was so insistent on you going.

You wanted to be cuddled up on the couch with Rafe and watch a movie. But no, Rafe said tonight was something he didn't want to miss, so far you couldn’t see why.

You sat on the couch, arms crossed; Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist. You zoned out of the conversation Rafe was having with his friends after a while.

You reach for your drink and realize the cup is empty, you let out a pout. Rafe notices your expression and smirks, taking the cup out of your hand.

“Topper, bring us some drinks, make hers special” Rafe holds the cups up and waves it at Topper. Topper gives Rafe a look and mumbles under his breath but gets up.

“Rafe I could have got my own drink” You cuddle next to Rafe, enjoying a little how he bosses Topper around. “Nah, let him do something for you, he wanted us here tonight” Rafe kisses you on the forehead.

You straighten up at that, why did Topper care if you came tonight? you think, you let it go and Topper returns with your drinks you look in the cup, it is light pink and looks sweet.

Rafe pushes the cup to your lips “Taste it before you say you don’t like it” You sip it, it's a little too sweet but surprisingly good. “Okay Top, you know how to mix a drink” you compliment him.

“Yeah, Top has a real career down the at tiki bar” Kelce laughs.

“I think Topper would look good in a hot red bikini” you joke, cupping your own chest. Rafe and Kelce smirk at your jab.

“Alright alright relax, I know a thing or two” Topper leans back in his chair his eyes on you, watching every sip you take.

You look at Rafe who is currently snorting coke. Rafe lets out a hefty sigh leaning back. “Babe, take a bump” Rafe tells you, he’s not asking but you shake your head anyway. “I dunno” you hesitate.

You feel his hand on the back of your neck, Rafe’s mouth on your ear “Don’t fucking embarrass me”

You force a smile even though you know no one else could hear him. You lean down with Rafe’s hand guiding your head, you snort most of the line there.

You inhale and cough a little. You’re new to hard drugs never been your thing but being with Rafe, you had to step out of your comfort zone.

Your nose burns and you don’t like the feeling, but Rafe looks so happy with you.

“Good girl” Rafe praises you lean back trying focus on your breathing.

You’re not sure how much time passes; it feels like hours as everything around you starts to slow. You’re almost finished with your drink, your eyes feel heavy.

“Rafe, I don’t feel so good” your words slurred. You hold on to your boyfriend, he doesn’t seem that concerned.

“Top” Rafe gives Topper a look, telling him without words to come over.

“Hey y/n, come on” Top picks you up by your waist helping you up.

“Rafe what-” You try to question, but your voice sounds so far away.

“Don’t worry, I got you” Topper voice is soft as he guides you away from your boyfriend and up the steps.

Your feet feel heavy as you are forced up the steps. Topper brings you to a bedroom and shuts the door.

Its dark and you can only hear your shallow breathing and the muffled music from downstairs.

Topper guides you to the bed and you lay down, happy to lay down on a soft surface. Your swirling head calmed down by the silence for a minute.

Your eyes are closed, you feel yourself drifting away. The bed dips down and you feel a weight on you.

“Rafe?” you slur out, forgetting you weren’t in the room with him.

The darkness is making it hard to see the figure on top of you.

“No baby, it’s Topper” You feel his unfamiliar hands on your body, roaming and touching places they shouldn’t.

You panic “Topper what are you-” The words come out slowly and quiet. Topper shushes you, running his hand down your face.

“You’re safe with me, don’t worry” Topper says in a low voice, you feel light kisses placed on your neck then your lips.

He kisses you with vigor, his tongue fighting for entrance.

You try to shake your head telling him you don’t want it, you move your heavy arms to his chest to push him off you, but he doesn’t budge.

You use your little strength to bit his lip. “Fucking bitch” Topper curses and you feel his hand at your throat. “Don’t try that slick shit again” he squeezes a little.

You feel your tears trickle to your ears. “Be good for me or else” Topper voice is ice cold.

You whimper at his words, you don’t want to know what his “or else” means.

You feel your shirt pushed up, your bare chest exposed to him.

“Fuck even better than I even better than I imagined” Topper is almost salivating at the sight.

“Topper please” You plead lightly. “You want more huh?” Topper kisses your chest, not understanding your discomfort.

He brings his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it hard.

He takes his hand to grope your free tit. He’s moans on your tit; you feel the vibration through your body.

Heat forming between your legs, wetness soaking your panties.

You try not to focus on the feeling, your eyes are squeezed shut.

You don’t hear the door open but the voice you hear makes your eyes pop open, Topper stops his movements.

“See your getting hot and heavy already” Rafe voice is heavy in your ears.

“Rafe” you whimper trying to sit up, but you can’t move fast enough.

“Sorry bro, I can't help it, I mean look at her” Topper brings his hand to squeeze your tit softly.

You try to sit up again but you feel like a ton of bricks are keeping you down, and it doesn’t help that Topper is on top of you.

Rafe strides over to you “Damn dude she looks fucked up, how much of that shit did you give her?” you feel his hands on your face.

“Idk man it must be strong” Topper picks your arm up and it drops back down.

You feel a little sick listening to their conversation, you struggle to keep up. Did they put something in your drink? Why? Your brain is hurts trying to put it together.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Rafe coos in your face.

You want to yell and scream but it fails to come out. You feel out of control, and you want to leave.

“Home...I want to go home” you cry out softly. Rafe and Topper ignore you, your pleas falling on deaf ears.

“Shit Topper, get to it before she passes out” You hate how they talk about you like you’re not even here.

You feel your heart sink and the tears flow heavily now. Topper pushes your skirt up and pushes your underwear to the side.

His slender fingers brush against your clit and slit, lightning shoots through your body.

“Shit she’s so wet and fucking tight man, she likes it” Topper says as he feels your wetness on his fingers, stroking you roughly before sticking his fingers in you.

Your whole-body jolts “always fucking wet bro, barely have to touch her” Rafe sits on the bed behind you, so your head is in his lap.

He bends over and kisses you on the lips. Topper brings his mouth to your cunt; he’s eats you out slowly moaning into your wetness.

He puts his hands tight on your thighs holding them apart.

He lets up only to rip your underwear down and he slides his fingers in you again stretching you out.

He pulls his fingers out and licks his fingers. Topper gets up pulling his pants down his cock his hard and ready.

You try to back away knowing what coming next and Rafe holds you in place. “Don’t move baby, let him in”

“No, no!” you whine out.

“Come on, don’t make me tell you again” Rafe warns you. You don’t move again knowing you can’t get out of this.

Topper lines himself up, he pushes in a little hitting resistance. “Come on pretty girl, it’s okay” Topper pushes again, your hole stretching a little more.

Topper is already moaning at the feeling of being inside you. When you feel him force himself deeper, you whine at the pain.

Rafe rubs your face, soothing you lightly. “Fuck man she’s so fucking tight” Topper pulls out of you quickly, just too fuck into again with more force, he bottoms out after a thrust or two.

You cry out the sudden movement hurting you, this intrusion is too much too bear.

You feel Rafe shift against you, he moves your head and pulls his pants down, he’s hard. Rafe strokes himself as Topper fucks into you.

Topper moans and rocks his hips harder against you. “You feel so good, so good” Topper rubs your tits, squeezing hard.

Your eyes feel heavy again you close them, trying not to focus on the pleasure budding past the pain.

Rafe gets off the bed standing at the side. Rafe pats your face quickly “Open your mouth baby” he whispers.

“Show how well you suck my cock” when you don't budge Rafe forces your mouth open, sinking his cock into your mouth.

“Mm just like that” Rafe moves your head back and forth on his hard cock, he pushes your head against flush against him.

You can’t breathe properly and your body shakes; you’re so overwhelmed by the feeling of Topper rutting into your core and Rafe fucking your mouth.

“Yes, fuck yes, she’s squeezing my cock” Topper props up so he’s kneeling, he pushes your knees up.

“Fucking hell, she's getting tight, I think she’s going to come” You try to fight everything in your body telling you this feels good.

“Dirty fucking girl, coming from my best friend fucking you, such a little slut” Rafe mocks fucking your mouth harder, he leans in as if he can get further down your throat.

“Fucking whore” Rafe pants, running his hands through your hair, he makes a fist.

“Cum, you little slut, I know you want to” You whimper around Rafe’s hard cock, usually you love feeling of him fucking your mouth, but right now you couldn’t enjoy it, not like this.

You felt betrayed by him and your body in this moment.

The bubble bursts and you cum around Toppers cock, clenching hard, your hands grasp the bedsheets. You feel like you're floating, you try to ground yourself.

You moan around Rafe cock, tears soaking the sheets. “Fucking hell, that was so hot baby” Rafe pulls out of your mouth.

You pant hard, trying to catch your breath.

“I'm close, I wanna come inside her” Topper moans.

You whimper trying to shake your head. “Nah you had your little fun, pull out” Rafe orders. Topper groans and thrusts in you one more time before pulling out of you, he comes on your stomach.

You cringe at the hot sticky mess on you. Topper moves to Rafe’s spot on the bed and Rafe moves between your legs.

Topper strokes himself softly still hard, watching the scene in front of him.

“You’re so good Angel, can’t believe you came for me like that” Topper praises, he spreads the mess he made, further up your body.

You swat his hand away weakly. “F-fuck you” you spit, barely audible.

“Fuck she’s feisty even when she’s drugged” Topper laughs quietly.

“Shut up man” Rafe rolls his eyes. Rafe flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, he pulls you on your knees, so your ass is up.

He gives it a slap, holding your hips in place so you don’t jerk away from him.

“We’re not done yet, you’re mine now” Rafe voice is heavy with authority.

Rafe doesn’t have to prep you since you're still wet from your orgasm, every part of you feels tired. Rafe pushes himself in so smoothly, moaning as your juices coat his heavy cock.

“So wet and warm for me” Rafe happily sighs out.

Every thrust is harder and harder, like he is trying to out fuck Topper or something. You feel like you can’t take it anymore, your cunt still sore from Topper.

“Rafe slow” you beg, your voice is muffled with your face pushed against the mattress. Rafe scoffs, not slowing his pace.

“You’re mine to do whatever the fuck I want with; you hear me?” Rafe snarls.

He pushes you further into the mattress. “Your pretty holes are for me to fill every night” each word feels like a stab to your gut.

He’s fucking into your soaking core with such force you feel like you are going to break.

You wail into the mattress, your cries going unheard. The slapping of hips against your ass is loud in the room.

Topper jerks off hastily and sloppily to the scene in front of him, you hear his breathy moans, clearly enjoying Rafe’s abuse to your cunt.

“You’re mine, right? My little slut?” Rafe lifts your head up to hear you speak.

“Yes” your shaky voice barely audible between your cries.

Rafe pulls out and flips you over and wraps his big hands around your neck, squeezing.

“I make the decisions here” Rafe’s cock hits you at a certain angle that makes you see stars.

“If I want you to fuck my friend and come all over his dick, you fucking do it”

“I know what's best for you, you need me baby” Rafe breathing is shallow, you feel yourself clenching around his cock.

Topper moans and groans are hard to ignore and are only getting louder in your ears.

“Rafe” is all you can manage you feel yourself coming again, this time on your boyfriend cock. You moan out, reaching for Rafe to hold onto him, your legs shaking wildly.

“That’s my good girl, come on my fucking cock” you let out a heavy breath, all your energy is used up.

Your mind is slipping, your eyes close as you pass out.

Rafe holds you close, his face in your neck as he comes inside you, making more of a mess in you.

He groans into your neck. You don’t move a muscle; Rafe pulls out of you slowly.

He watches as the mix of both your juices spill out of you. Topper curses as he comes in his hand, panting hard.

“That shit was incredible Rafe, she’s incredible” Topper pants, still staring at you.

“Get your own fucking girlfriend Top” Rafe says possessively.

“This” he points at you “was a one time thing” Rafe says, while cleaning himself up with the bedsheets and pulling his pants up.

“I'm just saying man” He puts his hands up in defense “She’s an amazing lay, probably the best I’ve had” Topper says slowly fixing himself up.

Topper and Rafe watch as you sleep, your breathing is slow and shallow.

“Yeah, she sure is, I'm never letting her go” Rafe says definitively.

“She’s going to be pissed, you know” Topper half laughs not really caring if you’re pissed or not.

“She won’t remember a damn thing”

“And If she does?” Topper questions rising an eyebrow at the blonde.

“We’ll blame it on the alcohol” Rafe smirks at his best friend running a hand through his hair.

Rafe haphazardly cleans you off and tucks you in the bed, before leaving you alone to sleep this night off.

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mrsstarkey1 · 1 year

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obx masterlist !

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JJ MAYBANK

my shirt

home ll part 2

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it must be fate || invisible string

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take care of you

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a million things

this is me trying

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better man

cute when you’re sleeping

christmas eve

whipped

exile

don't go breakin' my heart

initial || call it what you want

carnival

DREW STARKEY

sweet nothing

mastermind

dress

TOPPER THORNTON

let’s just forget || part 2

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

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POPE HEYWARD

always

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tainted-red · 1 year

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Best friends.

TWS: N0n c0n, Best friend kink, Gr0ping, Sleepy reader, Drunk reader.

Summary: Rafe is the reader best friend, Rafe swears to keep the reader safe. Little does she know…

Y/n and Rafe cameron were a package deal.

Rafe protects Y/n from random boys and Y/n protects Rafe from doing stupid stuff.

Yet Rafe encourages Y/n To do stupid shit, that's exactly what he is doing right now.

“C’mon Y/n. Just a couple more rounds. I promise I'll protect you” Rafe begs Y/n.

“Fine but say it with a smile” Y/n teased.

Rafe smiles at her “Pretty please. With a cherry on top” Rafe mocks.

Y/n lightly pushes his head. He dramatically stumbled back.

He chuckles and wraps his arm around y/n’s shoulder. Guiding her to get more drinks from the stupid party ‘bar’.

“Four shots” Rafe clicks “Alright” Topper sighs.

The alcohol really starting to kick into y/n’s system.

“Alright, pretty lady” Rafe bites his lip, getting y/n drunker and drunker.

She picks up the shot and shoots it down her throat, “Wow, didn't even wait for me” Rafe jokes.

He then takes the shot “Last one” Rafe seethed.

They both grab your shot but wrap your arm around each others.

Letting the burning liquid go down there stomachs. Leaving a warm feeling wherever it ends up.

“Aright, let's dance” Y/n slurred to Rafe.

(Rafe point of view, now)

I smirked at the drunk sight of my innocent friend.

We go over to the dance floor, and y/n starts to sway her hips without a care in the world.

Suddenly a random pogue starts to flirt with her, I wait until it gets ugly. She starts to yell at him.

He grabs onto her wrist, I step closer to the two “Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her” I clench my jaw.

“What are you gonna do ‘bout it, get daddy to get a hitman” The pogue jokes.

“No. I'll cut your hands off and shove it up your ass. Keep your hands off her” I spit, pushing him back.

“You're not worth it” The pogue rolls his eyes and walks away.

I run up and wrap my arms around y/n “He's gone” I whisper in her ear. Calming her.

“Can we leave Rafe, I don't feel good” Y/n begs, falling into my arms.

“Of course. We're going to my place though” I inform her while picking her up bridal style.

“Rafe, I'm gonna pass out” Y/n slurs.

“Don't worry I got you y/n” I calm her.

I place her in the back of my car.

Once I'm in I drive to my house. There wasn't much traffic considering it was 2 am.

“Rafeeeee, I'm tired. Crash the car I don't feel a thing” Y/n slurs once again.

“You can sleep in my bed,” I tell her.

“Like always” She giggles.

We arrive at my house, and I pick her up in my arms “Careful” I groan as she tugs on the back of my shirt, choking me.

“Sorry Rafey” She mocks my name while laughing adorably.

“It's alright y/n/n” I grin down at her.

Tossing her on my bed.

“Come cuddle me” Y/n cries.

“Okay but you need to sleep this off. Better not throw up on me” I joke.

I sit on the bed and she puts her head on my lap. Her dress rides up the thighs. I stroke her hair.

“Can you put on a show?” She asks quietly and shyly.

“Of course” I sigh.

Grabbing my remote and putting on icarly “Yes. I love you thank you” She smiles, focusing on the show.

I slowly slide her dress all the way up. She's clearly out of it.

She starts to laugh at the show, something about Gibby asking for cash when he would get zero dollars for whatever he was selling.

I pull her graze my hand over her clit, her thighs tensing up.

She slowly drifts off into a somewhat sleeping state.

I make it worth my while by pushing her off me softly. And taking her dress off.

She wasn't wearing a bra so I got a perfect view of her beautiful body.

The only thing covering her body was a black thong.

I take it off and pull down my shorts and boxers.

Lining myself over her slit.

Massaging her boobs slowly.

I push myself into her. I felt her body tense up.

I throw my head back In pleasure.

Slamming into her at a steady but quick pace.

Praying she wouldn't wake up.

I felt my stomach tighten, I groan and let my liquid fill her up.

I pull up my shorts and get a rag and a shirt of mine.

When I got back she was awake, “what's going on,” She asks while looking down at her naked body.

“You kinda threw up all over yourself” I grin.

I wipe her vagina and then threw the rag. So lucky she couldn't feel a thing.

“Cmon sit up” I bite my lip trying to put her shirt on her.

“I don't feel good-” her mouth fills with barf. I bring her to the washroom and hold her hair back.

I rub her back as she left lets it all out.

Once she's down I wipe her mouth with a clindex.

“Thank you, Rafe. Gosh, what would I do without you” She giggles.

“Probably be covered in vomit” I joke (ish).

She fake laughs, I kiss her head and laugh.

“Time to sleep” I decided.

I throw her over my shoulder. Making her laugh even harder.

I gently place her down on the bed.

We both lay down and I throw my arm over her waist.

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obxone · 10 months

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Pick the Right Guy

Edited-ish. ~3.5k words.

This is my first Topper story (and he is not my favorite), so please be gentle with me.

Warning: SMUT (do not engage if you are underage!)

Taglist: @gillybear17

The rain is coming down in thick sheets from the summer thunderstorm that is tearing across the island. You are already soaked to the bone, but it also works as a disguise for your tears. A chill crawls across your skin, and you hug yourself as you sniffle. The trek back to Figure 8 is more than you had initially thought. The storm had moved in after ten minutes of walking. But you do not have your car, and your phone is dead, so calling your sister or even your brother is out of the question. And you refuse to go back to the Chateau.

You squeeze your eyes shut against the image of your boyfriend kissing your best friend that is now seared into your mind. The profuse apologies and begging from both had not helped the sting of their make-out session. When his hands held you, trying to keep you there with him it had been too much. His touch used to make your heart race, but now it only makes your stomach churn. You shudder, opening your eyes and nearly jumping out of your skin.

“What are you doing out here, y/n?!” Topper stares at you from the rolled-down window of his jeep. “This is a tropical storm!”

You look away, lips parting as a thick sheet of cold rain slams into you. “I don’t know.”

“What?!” He yells over the wind.

“I don’t know, Top!”

He exhales, shaking his head. “You Cameron girls are something else.”

You stay silent, looking at the road head, and he does the same. Neither of you can barely see twenty feet in front of you. Topper had almost driven by you until the bright color of your summer top caught his attention in the middle of the road.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m walking.”

He shakes his head. “There are nine more miles until Figure 8. Eleven to Tanneyhill!”

“I know!”

“What are you doing out here?” He tries again. You shake your head, looking away, and tears well in your eyes again as you think about what you witnessed—an ache and some rage filling you.

“Top, you should go.”

“I can’t just leave you here!”

You turn back to him. Annoyance with not being left alone how you wanted rushes through your body, and you glare at him. “I’ll be fine!”

“No!” He parks the jeep before starting to open his door.

You turn away, resuming the walk back to Figure 8 before he can get close enough. “Go home, Topper!”

“Not without you!” He yells, and you can hear him jogging to catch up with you. “Are you crazy? You can’t stay out here!”

“I can!” You yell over your shoulder, pausing to see how close he is. His white linen button-down is soaked and painted to his skin. “Topper! You’re getting soaked.”

“I don’t care.”

You huff and look away. “I’m not worth it!”

He scoffs, pushing his soaked hair back off his forehead before reaching for you. “Where is Sarah?! Or even Rafe?!”

You shrug, silent, hands tightened into fists by your side. Of course, Topper is true to his nature and refuses to leave you out here alone in the storm. The good guy he strives so hard to be is not allowing him to walk away like you want.

“I can’t believe you are out here.”

Again, you stay silent, looking down at your feet. Your sneakers are soaked and muddy.

“Get in the car, y/n. Please!”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

You lift your head, tears welling in your eyes. “No. I want to be alone. I need to be alone.”

“You are going to hurt out here if I leave you.”

You straighten your shoulders and lift your chin. “So? Would it really be that bad?”

Topper’s lips part in shock, and his hands reach out for you. "What the hell happened, y/n?"

“No, don’t.” You take a step away from him, shaking your head.

“I’m not leaving you out here!” He crowds you. His hand clasps your arm before you can run away from him. “What the hell happened to you?”

You try to tug free, fighting his grip on your arm, and you cry full force again. “Let me go, Top! Let me go!”

“What happened?!” He snaps, pulling you into his chest. He is much stronger than you anticipated as you collide with him. The warmth of his body seeps into our soaked clothes immediately. “Talk to me.”

You sniffle, burying your head in his chest, and he holds you. His hand strokes your back as the other cups the back of your head. You should not be doing this. You should not be in the arms of your sister's ex-boyfriend.

“JJ cheated on me.”

“What?”

You sob quietly, the image flashing through your mind again. When you do not lift your head to look at him, he continues to cradle you against him. “He was…” You hiccup, trying to hide your face further into his chest. Your hands fist his shirt, clinging to him like the rain will wash you away any second. “He was kissing Kiara.”

“Fuck,” Topper grumbles, squeezing you tighter in his arms. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

Both of you stay like that for a moment. Thunder booms overhead shortly after a strike of lightning illuminates the road. After you flinch, you push closer to him.

“And he just let you leave?!” He spits with venom. You shiver when his head drops, his face pressing to yours. His lips brush the shell of your ear. “I know we aren’t exactly friends anymore, but please come get in the jeep. It’s warm and dry.”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to go home.”

“We don’t have to. We can go somewhere else, somewhere safe.”

You toss the idea around in your head, thinking about whether it is a good idea to trust him. But he is your best bet to get out of the storm and regain some semblance of composure after having your heart shattered. You whisper your agreement, lifting your head to look up at him. He loosens his arms, clasping your hands in his.

“Okay, come on.”

You jog back to the jeep with him, and he opens the door helping you in before getting into the driver’s seat. Topper shakes his head, water droplets flying everywhere, and you shield yourself from the droplets with a laugh.

“I have a towel from surfing earlier back there. It’s not clean, but it’s dry.” He reaches behind your seat to pull a beach towel forward and hands it to you. “I have a shirt too.”

You smile weakly, taking the towel. “The towel is fine. You should wear the shirt.”

He mumbles his disagreement, saying that you are shivering, but grabs the cotton shirt that has one of his surf sponsors stamped on the back.

"Why didn't you call someone?" He asks while you focus on drying your hair.

"My phone died while I was with JJ."

He pauses, looking at you after he has pulled his soaked shirt off. You look away, cheeks heating, and try to focus on patting the water off your face and arms. His linen shirt is discarded in the back as he tries to find the armholes of the t-shirt.

"I could knock his lights out for what he has done." He basically growls. "First, he cheats on you, and then he leaves you to walk home alone in this storm. Fucking asshole, man."

"I'm okay now, Top."

He looks over, not missing the change in your tone, and catches you staring again. You clear your throat, looking away with your cheeks heating once more.

“Better?” He asks after his shirt is in place.

You thank your stars that he is not pointing out your red cheeks or that you were checking him out. You nod, humming your approval.

The jeep rolls forward, and you buckle up before looking out the window on your side. The storm is just starting and will only grow nastier as the night continues.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. Not home.”

“Plug your phone in, please,” he mutters, rubbing his hand over his lips. “I’m sure your family is worried sick.”

“Doubt it.”

He snorts. “Right? The perfect oldest Cameron daughter.”

"I'm nowhere near perfect."

"Then why are you everyone's favorite?" He glances over, flexing his grip on the steering wheel. "Everyone in your family, including Rafe, has never said a bad thing about you. Sarah would lose her shit if she knew you were out here right now."

You frown, looking down at your hands. “We don’t have to talk about her, you know.”

He is quiet for the longest before he reaches over. His fingers brush your palm before squeezing your hand once and letting go. “We don’t have to talk about JJ either.”

You smile gratefully.

“Since nothing is going to be open during this storm, do you want to go to my house?” He asks, glancing over at you before looking back at the road. “Uh. Maybe… M-maybe watch a movie? You can sleep in my bed tonight if you don’t want to go home at all.”

You are quiet, turning over his suggestion before looking over at him. “Where will you sleep?”

“The floor or downstairs on the couch.”

You nod before exhaling and attempting a smile. “Sure. A movie sounds nice. A distraction.”

"We have plenty of junk food to snack on too." Topper grins while focusing on the drive back to Figure 8. It takes longer than usual with the storm, and you both stay quiet, watching for any road hazards. As soon as he parks the jeep in the garage, you feel the tension leave your body.

“Top?”

He looks over at you, pausing from unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Thank you,” you murmur before leaning over to peck his cheek.

His cheeks warm at the press of your lips on his skin, and he unbuckles before coming around to you. He helps you out, his fingers slide through the spaces of yours as you both go inside. You discard your ruined sneakers in the garage to keep from tracking mud on the hardwood floors. He glances back at you once the door into the house shuts behind you.

“Are you nervous?” He asks when your fingers squeeze his.

You nod, laughing lightly. “I don’t know why.”

He smiles before leading you up the stairs and to his bedroom. The house is silent and empty, mostly dark and you cling tightly to his hand.

“Dry clothes and then a movie? Maybe some snacks. I’m sure you are hungry after walking through all that…”

You bite your lip as you move past him and into his room. Your attention shifts around the room, noting the surfing trophies and gear scattered around.

He disappears into his closet for a few moments before returning with a small stack of dry clothing. “Do you want a shower? Warm up a little bit?”

You glance at his bathroom and then back at him.

“I have plenty of towels and stuff…”

You smile, crossing to him and taking the clothes he offers. “I’m not worried about towels, Top.”

He frowns, his hand brushing your hair back from your face. His touch is gentle and soothing. “Then what?”

Your heart rate spikes, and you breathe deeply before stepping away from him. “You’re being so kind to me after everything my sister has done to you.” You try to change the subject, spilling your thoughts about a different aspect of your situation. “I probably looked like a drowned rat out on the street. You could have just driven by, but you didn’t.”

“I never would.”

You smile a little. “You are too kind; you know that right?”

He moves closer to you, crowding your space. “And you deserve better than what that pogue has given you.”

You look away, tears collecting at the thought of your boyfriend cheating. Ex-boyfriend now. But Topper’s finger hooks up your chin, and he turns your face to his.

“You deserve the world, y/n.”

You blush, body warming at his words. “Too bad I picked the wrong guy.”

Topper frowns, not liking your words. “You could always pick the right guy. This time around.”

“I don’t know if he exists anymore.”

“Don’t say that.”

You inhale sharply, feeling the shift in both him and you. “Top…”

He exhales before his face lowers, and his lips brush yours before he leans back. “I didn’t pick the right girl either.”

Your cheeks flame and you look down at your feet. You understand the hidden meaning in his words and it makes you feel like a terrible sister.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Don’t say anything. Go get a warm shower, change, and we’ll watch a movie before bed.”

You smile before taking a step back. “See you in a minute?”

“Take your time.”

You disappear into his bathroom. Before you shut the door, you look at him one last time, offering a small blushing smile. He watches you, a small smile playing on his lips.

After you both settle in the comfortable depths of his bed and the movie is playing, you feel his attention shift onto you off and on until you meet his gaze head-on.

“Topper? Everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?” You ask and shift deeper into his pillows. “Because you are missing a lot of the movie.”

He blushes and looks down at his lap. “About earlier…”

“Don’t,” you say quickly, placing your hand over his mouth. “Don’t apologize. I get it. I am the damsel in distress and we are in a peculiar situation. So, don't apologize ”

He reaches up and gently moves your hand from his mouth to the side of his face. Your palm is warm on his cheek. “I wasn’t going to.”

“Oh.”

He shifts closer to you. His lips brush the inside of your wrist. “I was going to ask to do it again.”

You swallow and look at him with wide eyes. “Why?”

He grins before he moves the last few inches closer. His breath fanning over your face. “Can I?”

Your heart leaps in your chest, and your hand drops to his shoulder, squeezing. It is an attempt to make sure this moment is real, and he is real for sitting here, asking this question. “Yes.”

His lips press to yours, and you hum, touching the back of his neck as you shift closer to him. The tip of his tongue teases your bottom lip, and you let him deepen the kiss.

Slowly you move on to straddle him. The kissing grows intense until you pull away to steady yourself. You close your eyes, resting your forehead against his.

“What are we doing Top?”

His fingers brush your waist under the shirt you have borrowed. He is running through this in his head, and you know you should probably move off him and firmly set boundaries back in place, but you cannot. Not after everything that has happened tonight.

“This… feeling,” you murmur against his lips. “I’ve never felt this with anyone… not even JJ.”

“Me either.”

“I think I want to keep doing this,” you murmur, fingertips brushing his lips. “I like the way you look at me and treat me. I like you, Top.”

He smiles, cupping your face before pecking your lips. “I like you too.”

You kiss him again, melting into him. Hands tremble as you grasp the hem of his t-shirt and slowly ease it up his torso. He ends the kiss and lets you remove it from him before you toss it away. His toned and tanned upper body is on display. You trace lines across his pecs before pecking his lips.

“I don’t think I want to stop,” you whisper, swallowing your nerves. “Do you?”

“Are you kidding me?” He laughs before nudging your nose with his. “This is the first time in weeks, I’m not questioning everything.”

You kiss him, looping your arms around his shoulders and pressing your chest against his. “No more stopping this. I want to feel everything with you tonight.”

“Are you sure?” He pants. His chest rises and falls harshly against yours. His swollen lips brush your cheek. “We don’t have to. I didn't bring you here for this.”

“I want to,” you whisper back.

Your lips brush his. He chases you, kissing you, and his hands move around to unbutton the borrowed shirt you are wearing. The buttons unfasten with ease, revealing you are braless and covered in goosebumps. You shiver, pressing closer to his naked torso. The feel of his naked upper body against yours has you sighing into his mouth. Topper’s large hand cups your breast, squeezing while his tongue explores your mouth. A needy moan falls from your lips. When he is satisfied, his hand skims down your stomach to the band of your shorts, his fingers working to pull the knot you have tied to keep them up around your hips.

His strength plays in your favor when he helps you remove your shorts with ease. Your body barely leaves his. A giggle escapes from you, and your hand skims down his upper arm, touching the thick bands of muscles. He is fit from all the surfing and working out with your brother and Kelce. You tip your face to the side, allowing his lips to attach to your neck, and you work on untying his shorts.

Topper shifts, laying you down before sitting on his knees between your thighs while he reaches for his nightstand drawer. After he digs for a moment, his attention shifts to your face, and you see the black foil between his fingers. His blue eyes lock on yours for reassurance before you take this further.

You nod, biting your lip before reaching for him. He falls into you willingly. Mouths meshing, and you slide your hands over his shoulders and down his back to waist. You moan his name, and he works to remove your underwear before his shorts and underwear follow. Watching him roll the condom on has your heart racing and your stomach doing flips.

Topper’s gaze flashes up to yours, and you squeeze your eyes shut when he drags his tip across your dripping center. You gasp, hand pressing into the mattress at the feel of him teasing you. He watches you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he guides himself into you.

“Topper!” You gasp, reaching for him, and he comes willingly into you. His skin searing hot against yours. Every inch of you that can touch is now touching.

“Y/n,” he pants your name over and over with each roll of his hips.

His hand grips your thigh after you hook your leg over his hip. The harsh press of his fingertips into your skin grounds you, and you moan into his mouth while both of you move together. It feels like it is meant to be, both of you are meant to be together in this moment and doing exactly this.

Your hand finds his hands, and your fingers interlace against the mattress. He grips your hand tighter with each thrust. Your other hand brushes across the width of his shoulders. He shudders on top of you when your nails scratch at him and twist into the hair at the back of his head. He kisses you desperately, drinking down every sound of pleasure you make, and you do the same. Both of you do your best to stay quiet even though the storm outside would likely hide any noises you make from anyone else home tonight. You stay close to him, feeling as much of him as you can until you both lose yourself in one another. The waves of pleasure wash over you both. His face nuzzles into your neck when your movements slow to a halt.

The moments after are better than you anticipated, you expect awkwardness, and maybe some mumbled apology from him, but instead, he cradles you against his chest. His lips brush your temple, and your hand touches his hands, tracing the lines in his palm.

“Will you still stay?” He asks, his fingertips skating down your spine. “Stay tonight, okay?”

You nod, closing your eyes against the storm raging both outside the Thornton home and inside of you. He watches you. You can feel the familiar burn of his stare.

“Do you regret it?”

“No,” you murmur, opening your eyes and tipping your face to look at him. “If anything, I’m questioning why we have never… considered one another before.”

He smiles before kissing you. You slip up his chest and cradle his face in your palms. When the kiss ends, his nose brushes yours before he pecks your lips. His palms are warm and gentle as he strokes your back.

“Are we together?” You whisper against his lips. “Is this more than a hookup?”

Topper smiles, his eyes lightening as he cradles the back of your head. “Do you want to be with me, y/n?”

You blush before nodding. “I do.”

He sits up, arms wrapping around you to cradle you against his chest. “Will you, y/n Cameron, be my girlfriend officially?”

You laugh at his cheesy nature before pecking his lips. “Yes.”

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Do we need a part two?

#outer banks #obx #topper thornton #topper thorton x reader #topper thornton x you

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ghostselena · 2 years

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Two for One

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: When two kooks convince themselves that they can get you to fold, they're surprised by the idea you propose.

Warnings: I...yeah.. - Male to female intercourse, creampies, unprotected sex (wrap it up), lots of body fluids, fingering, public sex, they're making them FIT, 18+ [2.6k words oops]

a/n: I'm not sure if anyone has done something like this, let me know just in case. Also thank you for 400+ followers, insanity! The way writing has been my stress reliever for the last two months and this is the sweetest treat that came along with it, so thank you again! Hella more to come ;)

The simple, yet provoking outfit you wore to the bonfire had the boys on high alert. Eyes following your every move and each conversation that you had with your friends.

Rafe never saw you as someone who he would date, and neither did Topper. Though you were a kook yourself and even graduated the same year as the Cameron boy, the thought of being with someone who hung out with pogues was not on their agenda.

They've seen you around the country club, hanging with your girlfriends, even Sarah. But it wasn't until today when they saw you, awakening this yearning need to have you to themselves.

"Has she always been this pretty?" Top drank from his red cup, the liquor no longer interested him. His eyes watched you like a hawk as you sat by yourself on one of the logs, in front of the fire.

His friend only shrugged, scratching his chin before turning to him, "Most definitely," he answered, throwing away his beer bottle to the side, landing it in the trash before building the courage to talk to you, "I'm trying something."

Top stared at him in confusion, watching his friend turn around to face him as he walked, "I got this shit,"

"What shit?" he asked, not understanding where the sudden bravery came from.

He was Rafe Cameron after all, whatever he wants, he gets.

"You'll see."

His feet carried him towards you, fixing his shirt before sitting down next to you, leaving a small space in between you to not overwhelm you with his presence.

He had to be smart, he hadn't been the best person to her friends. There's a small chance she could turn him down with no remorse.

You twirled your drink in your hands, finding joy in the fullness of it since you rarely drank. Jj had given it to you, telling you to let loose and have fun.

And fun you had, but not enough since you were now sat down by the water, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against one another.

In the calmness of your night, you were on high alert to your surroundings. Most people had already left the bonfire, figuring they could do something more exciting than just drinking and dancing in the sand. You were ready to leave, but found excitement in noticing the two boys keep tabs on you throughout the night.

There was a big chance of seeing Rafe today, and you would lie to yourself if you said you didn't wear this dress to catch his attention.

As much as you wanted to hate the boy, you couldn't. The only reason you even hung around his house was to see him, even if it was just a glimpse. You'd see Sarah every day when you met up with the pogues, but knowing her brother liked hanging inside his room, the chance of sparking up a conversation seemed less strange.

You smiled to yourself when you felt him sit next to you, his strong cologne had hit your senses right away. You took a deep breath to keep yourself from melting in his strong arms.

"Took you long enough," you hummed, taking a few sips from your drinks to relax your nervous self. You'd caught him mid-breath, ready to speak but you beat him to it.

"What?" He questioned, quickly looking at his friend with a puzzled look, only receiving a shrug in response, only hearing part of your conversation

You turned to face him, putting the drink down in the sand to place your hands against your thighs, using your fingers as a distraction, "I've noticed you checking me out all night, any reason for that?"

He was at a loss for words, like a deer caught in headlights. Swallowing down his stammered voice and clearing his throat, a smirk appeared on his lips, "Can't a man admire your beauty, from afar?"

You smiled, ignoring the rosy cheeks that dared to give your flushed state away," Seemed like you wanted to devour me, with your eyes."

He gulped, licking his lips nervously once more, looking over to his friend who turned away and pretended to like the decor of the table's sheets, nodding to himself

You had caught Topper looking afterward, your hand waving over at him, "I loved the color of the mantel as well!"

They were embarrassed, to say the least, not expecting the turns of events that now faced them.

Deciding to drop the facade, he walked over to the two of you—deciding to sit on the opposite of Rafe, the two of them now seated on each side,

You wasted no time grabbing both of their hands, intertwining them together, "I feel the energy here, and, I know just how to fix that,"

They looked at you confused, letting you guide them away from the small group of people that were sitting away from your view, giving you the perfect escape from being seen.

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"This is insane," Rafe spoke, looking around and eyeing the secluded area that was hidden away from the bonfire, the only light source coming from the stars and the moon that now glowed against your skin.

Had you planned your night to go like this? No. But you craved the two boys that now stood in front of you, understanding the plan you'd explained to them on your little walk.

"It's killing two birds with one stone," You crossed your arms, hoping they'd give in to your idea.

"Out here, on the beach?" Top rubbed his temple, wondering if getting caught was worth it.

All this talk with Rafe was a conversation he followed along with, but now that he had you at his mercy, he couldn't wrap his head around it.

Sighing you drop your hands, raising them in surrender, "Nevermind." you turned around, clearly not on the same page with the boys.

The moment you turned, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you towards their chest, your lips met against Rafe's—his long fingers holding onto your hair, keeping you in place.

The suddenness knocked all the air out of your lungs, your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours, "Now, where the hell do you think you're going?"

Two new pair of hands slid down your waist, Topper's chest pressed itself against your back, his lips pressed against your ear, "Thought you wanted us all to yourself,"

With Top's hands cupping your chest and Rafe's lips pressing themselves against your neck, you were over the moon as his tongue slid all the way back up to your lips, capturing them into an intoxicating kiss once more.

There was no going back as soon as you gave in, your body melted back against Topper, your hands were pressed against Rafe's chest.

"My Truck?" Rafe whispered against your lips, his face flushed while he stared down at you, his tall frame towering over you.

"Will we fit?" you asked, your hands tangled against his as you stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek while you wait

"Oh, everything will fit, alright," He smirked down at you, his eyes looking over at Topper before nodding as if they had this planned out beforehand.

You were laying on the back of the truck, out in the open for anyone to see the three of you.

Rafe had parked the car somewhere a little more secluded, eliminating the possibility of getting caught but it was still rather thrilling.

Your dress had risen up to your sides as you laid down, your underwear was nowhere to be seen, giving the two horny pairs of eyes the perfect view of your wet slit.

"You're fucking perfect," Rafe's lips were soon pressed against your needy clit, his tongue gliding slowly while collecting your juices. Your hands gripped onto his hair, letting out a whimper as he slid in a finger, hungrily eating your cunt as if it were his last meal on earth.

Top had slid down his jeans, the tip of his cock pressed itself against your lips—which you gladly wrapped around his head, keeping your eyes on his as you hollowed your cheeks, welcoming him into the back of your throat.

His hands gripped your hair tightly, positioning his hips to thrust himself deeply into your mouth, loving the way you slobbered all over his cock and down to your chin.

With Rafe adding a third finger into you, your legs wrapped themselves around his head to keep him there—hips pushing forwards to bring you to your first orgasm of the night

He fucked you with his tongue, knuckles deep into your cunt as you felt the familiar fire forming, letting go as you squirt all over his lips and face, fingers not stopping their unforgiving and rough tempo against you.

You pulled away from Top to throw your head back, mouth parted as your legs shook from the pleasure, "Oh, fuck fuck,"

"There she is," he grunted, enjoying how your body responded to his touch. He kept his eyes on yours, pulling his fingers away to wrap them around his lips, savoring the sweet juices that dared to become his favorite thing

"M' gonna ruin you," his hands were now pressed to each side of your face, leaning down to press his lips against your neck, grabbing one of your hands to press them against the tent that wanted nothing more than being buried inside of you

Topper had his hand wrapped around his shaft, keeping his eyes on the two of you, "She's being such a good girl for us, ain't she?"

Rafe looked down at you, brushing your hair out of your face with a smile, "She really is, aren't you sweetheart?"

You bit your lip are you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to please them both.

"Mm, let me try something," you placed your hand against Rafe's chest, pushing him back against the truck— which was rather comfortable since he had a thin bed mattress that he could unfold.

As soon as his back had hit the bed, you crawled on top of him—using your hands to unbuckle his pants and slide them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his veiny and girthy cock spring out free.

Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting him to carry such a package which made him chuckle at your reaction, "It'll fit, trust me,"

Your mouth watered, but you wanted nothing more than to fill the ache that craved to be stuffed down your legs.

With your hand wrapping itself around his shaft, he hissed softly, watching the way you parted your lips and took him down your throat, gagging not even halfway.

He held back from buckling his hips, letting you take control as his eyes rolled back, fingers gripping your hair before you pulled away, wiping away the saliva that had slid down your neck with a grin, pumping his cock with your hand, "I need you,"

You held onto his shoulders as you sank down his monstrous cock, letting out a gasp while you shakily whimpered. He was more than you could handle, feeling the way your warm cavern swallowed him in slowly, till you reached the bottom. Your hands pressed themselves against his chest while you rolled your hips down against him slowly, getting used to his size.

His hands slid down to your ass, smacking your ass cheeks harshly before gripping them in his hands, helping you glide up and down at a desperate pace, your moans were held back by your teeth biting down against your bottom lip.

He noticed this and pounded up against you, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from moving, "Fucking let me hear you, slut,"

Your breath hitched at his words, crying out as you held on to him, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his shaft.

Topper had slid behind the two of you, spitting down against his hand to push your body forwards as Rafe's hips came to a halt, "Think you can fit me in there?"

You turned your head to face him, leaning forward to give him space as he pressed the head of his cock against your stuffed entrance, slowly slipping into your tight and sweet cunt, "Holy shit," you let out, feeling overly full with the two of them thrusting themselves into you.

It felt deliciously good as you moved your hips back against them slowly, savoring every moment as they moaned, Rafe's hand sliding up to cup your breast in his hands, pulling down your dress from the top to wrap his lips against one of your nipples, squeezing the other one softly.

Top's hands gripped your sides, digging his fingers into them and jerking his hips into you, grunting as he pushed one last powerful thrust before spilling himself inside of you, his teeth bit down against your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

The warmness of his seed made you slide off from Rafe's, using your hand to wrap it around topper's cock and slide him into you, milking every last drop of his seed.

"Such a needy whore," he choked out, holding onto you as his hips jerked one last time into you, letting out a breathy moan before sitting back against the mat.

You let go of him, looking down at the other boy who watched you in awe, "You're fucking perfect,"

Grabbing the base of his shaft you slid down his leaking tip, moaning softly against his ear, "Yeah?"

He couldn't take the way you slowly slammed down against him, wanting nothing more than to split you in half.

He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, spreading his legs slightly before lifting his hips, rolling his hips into you at a reckless pace, the sound of smacking flesh filling the air as he pounded roughly into your throbbing pussy.

"You're gonna feel me for days," he grunts, loving the way your fingers ran through his hair before gripping it in your hands, your moans encouraging him to flip you over, pressing your face down against the mat.

"You're ours now, nothing but a pussy for us to fuck," he whispered against your ear, balls swinging against you while you pushed back against his thrusts, spreading your legs wider to let him hungrily devour you whole.

"M' so close," you whimpered, scared of letting out the moans you've been holding back, knowing they'll catch the attention of the drivers passing by.

You were sweating, moving your hips back to match his pace, feeling him deep as your face grows hot, "Cmon pretty girl, give daddy what he needs," his words were encouraging, struggling to speak as he chased his climax.

Your walls gripped themselves around his cock, back arching as you saw stars— breath hitching as you came all over him, crying out his name, "Holy fuck, Rafe!"

He whispered sweet nothings against your ears as his hips stuttered, spilling himself inside of you till every last drop, using his hands to move your hips back against him slowly with a satisfied sigh, "And ours she is," he turned to face Topper, who had a smirk planted on his face

Your legs gave out under him, letting him have his way with you as you tried catching your breath, "Tsk tsk, you don't think we're done with you, right?"

He pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back—pressing a rough kiss against your hips, the feeling of Topper's fingers pressing themselves against your entrance made you close your legs, to which he held open, shaking his head.

"You're not?" you asked, swallowing deeply as you felt your throat drying up, not believing the words coming out of him

"You've made the mistake of letting us in, and now I'm afraid you're not gonna be able to kick us out, pretty girl."

His words made your cunt clench around nothing, already missing their new owners, and god were you excited.

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writingreadinglurkingandsmirking · 1 year

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How OBX characters react to trends: the text-song-lyrics-until-they notice trend - Taylor Swift Edition

You're a Swiftie texting your partner Taylor lyrics to see how it goes...

Warnings: feminine nicknames used, cursing

Sorry this is slightly unhinged and slightly OOC so they're closer to normal people

Rafe

Topper

Sarah

John B

Topper

Kie

Pope

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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months

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toppers got a crush

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, thigh riding, p in v sex, unprotected p in v sex, exhibitionism, topper watching (request)

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you lean your head back against rafes shoulder, undulating your hips, grinding down against his leg as you clench your thighs around him. you reach down, feeling for rafes hand until you take it and move his palm over your breast, letting out a moan when he begins to massage your tit.

“i-i should go.” topper says, making you pick your head up to look at him. you completely forgot that he was there to begin with, too wrapped up in rafe to remember his friend sitting on the couch opposite to you.

“sit down.” rafe says, making you turn to look at him, eyebrows knitting together. you’re not one to question rafe, but you don’t understand why he wouldn’t want topper to leave. he was the one who pulled you onto his lap when you went to sat next to him, clearly showing that he was wanting you just as much as you were wanting him.

“baby, did you know that topper had a crush on you? before we started dating of course. he thought that you were real pretty.” rafe says, moving his hands underneath your shirt, letting the hem rise up as he grips your waist, moving you to keep your pussy grinding down against him.

“i didn’t know.” you admit, letting your head fall back against rafes shoulder, but keeping your eyes open, your eyes on topper. you honestly didn’t know topper had a crush on you, you just figured he was a friendly guy, even if he did back off when you started dating rafe.

“and i have the sneaking suspicion he still has a bit of a crush on you, despite you belonging to me.” rafe says, quirking his head to the side, his eyes on topper. “so why don’t we reinforce the fact that you belong to me, yeah?”

“okay.” you nod. you don’t even care who is watching if it means getting rafes dick, your panties are absolutely soaked and you are beyond needy for him, and have been since he sat you on his lap an hour ago.

“take your top off. show topper how gorgeous your tits are.” rafe commands, and you sit up to pull your shirt off, revealing that you’re not wearing a bra. topper gapes at the two of you when rafe retakes your tit in his hand, using his forefinger and thumb on the other side of your chest to tug at your nipple.

“she loves having her tits played with, don’t you? man, look how jealous top is that he’s not the one touching you right now.” rafe says.

“i’m not jealous.” topper says, a frown coming to his face, even as his eyes stay on your bare torso.

“you don’t want to cop a feel then?” rafe questions, causing you to pause the movements of your hips. you and rafe are not shy about showing your affection in public, but you can’t imagine with how jealous rafe is that he would be okay with letting someone else touch you, even if it is topper.

“no.” topper grits out, his jaw clenched. “thats your girl.”

“correct answer.” rafe says, feeling you relax against him when you realize that topper isn’t going to be touching you. “now baby, why don’t you stand up and take your pants off?”

you stand between rafes legs, his hands coming to your hips as he twists you so you’re facing him, and you know exactly what he’s wanting you to do as you slide your thumbs under your waistband, pulling your pants and underwear down simultaneously as you stick your ass out, giving topper a great view.

“now take my cock out.” rafe commands you next. you step out of your pants, kicking them to the side before bending again, separating your legs slightly so your pussy peeks out as you reach down, tugging open rafes zipper and taking out his already hard cock.

“good girl.” rafe moans when you stroke your hand over his length. “turn around and sit on it. look at topper while you take my dick.”

you turn, meeting toppers eyes. you glance down at his lap, legs still spread in what was a natural position but now just gives you a great view of his cock, hard and straining against his shorts.

“you see that baby? he’s so hard!” rafe laughs. “he definitely still has a crush on you.” “maybe he’s hard because he saw your dick.” you joke, making rafe spank your ass, sending a ripple over the skin.

“enough mouth, ride me.”

you place your hands on rafes spread knees as you sink down, rafe using his hand to keep his cock lined up with your entrance as your folds separate for him, wetness easily being able to accommodate his cock as your walls stretch for him.

“oh, fuck.” rafe moans, grabbing onto your hips, pulling you the rest of the way down, harder and faster than you expected.

you let out a moan when he sits you completely down onto his lap, his cock buried inside of you. “okay. i get it.” topper says, his voice sounding strained. “let me leave so you can finish.”

rafe shakes his head, using his strength to begin to move you up and down his length, like you’re nothing more than a fuck toy. “nah, i’m not letting you off so soon. all you’re gonna do is jack off to the memory of her naked. you can stay sat right where you are until i make her cum at least three times.”

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