#topper x y/n

[fiction-is-life]

No Time to Waste

Summary: There are some pressing matters that (Y/N) can’t hold off on, despite it being early in the morning.  18+ Only.

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, established relationship, blowjobs, talk of trying to get pregnant, swearing

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(Y/N) woke up, feeling rested and ready to face the day.  She stretched, reveling in the warmth of the man next to her.  She smiled when she saw Topper was still asleep; he looked so peaceful, not a care in the world, so unlike how he was when he was awake.

She pressed a light kiss to his bare chest, right above his heart before she rolled over gently to grab her phone.  The notification that flashed across her screen caught her eye, and she bit her lip, contemplating what she should do about it.  

She was ovulating.

They had been trying so hard to get pregnant, but it seemed like her peak times were always at the most inconvenient of times; Topper was leaving for a business trip for the next few days - completely missing her window of opportunity.  She could wake Topper, but he just looked so peaceful.  Her eyes drifted down his body covered by the blanket and saw the evidence of his morning wood.  Even after last night’s escapades, his body was ready for more - and so was hers, she found, as her pussy involuntarily clenched.

She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, a gesture that she hoped would convey to him how much she loved him and how much she wanted to start a family with him.  

Her eyes lit up with an idea.  Maybe there was a way to let Topper sleep and try to make a baby.  Her mind made up, she shifted so she was closer to him, letting her hand travel underneath the blanket and over his warm skin.  When she brushed her hand over his pubic bone, he shifted, making her hesitate for a brief moment before shaking any negative thoughts out of her mind.  They both wanted this baby, so they needed to capitalize on every opportunity that came up.  

That done, she got to work.

She grasped his semi-hard member, making sure she didn’t disturb his slumber.  She worked him for a minute with her hand before taking the tip into her mouth, eliciting a moan from Topper.  She looked up with wide eyes, thinking she had woken him, but Topper was still asleep, thank God!  

The thought of her husband allowing himself to totally enjoy her attentions gave her a palpable thrill.  She wanted to see how many more of those little sounds she could pull out of him.  

She resumed what she was doing, bobbing her head and running her tongue along the pulsing vein on his cock just the way he liked.  He moaned lowly again; she had never heard him make that particular sound before.  It was more of a whine than a moan or a grunt - it was more of a sound she was usually making.  It was so unreserved, so unguarded, so … hot.

She swallowed around him, and with each small gag, he made those delicious sounds again.  A grunt here, a moan there, a breathless huff when she slowly ran her tongue over his slit.  

She almost felt bad when she pulled away, a line of saliva maintaining the connection between them for a moment.  He was so close to cumming, evidenced by the lazy bucking of his hips as she ran her fingers up his muscled thighs.

She shifted until she was hovering over him, ready to sink down on his thick member.  She tenderly brushed the hair out of his face - when they were in bed was the only time she ever saw it out of place.  She leaned down to kiss his chest again, his chest hair tickling her nose slightly, before she was sinking down on his thick cock, feeling every inch of him inside her.  

As she felt him fill her up as he had done so many times before, she thought about how perfect he was for her.  He always took such great care of her - made her dinner when she got home late or felt ill, bought her little gifts just to show he was thinking about her, pulled her close in his sleep because he knew she got cold at night.  She could almost cry from all the emotions; she wanted to have this man’s baby so much.  

She sped up her movements, suddenly desperate, practically shaking with excitement combined with the growing knot forming in her stomach as his cock brushed her g-spot just right with every movement.  She screwed her eyes shut, those small whines escaping her just like they had Topper.

She was totally lost in the moment, but her eyes flew open and her orgasm hit her full force as two hands gripped her ass, making her grind down harder than she meant to.  

Topper was awake.  

Her husband quickly took control, thrusting up into her with such force and skill her eyes rolled back and her hands flew behind her to hold onto his legs lest she fall off the bed.  Her second orgasm was fast-approaching and she wasn’t sure if she could handle another so quickly, especially this early in the morning.

Topper seemed to read her mind.  “You can do it, sweetheart, I know you can,” he panted, close to his own release as well.  “Let me make you a mommy, please?”

Oh, this man!  She came with a scream of his name.  She clenched around him in a vice-like grip, and Topper came with a deep groan, his seed hot and thick as it painted her still-spasming walls.  

She collapsed, panting and legs shaking uncontrollably, onto his chest, simultaneously ready to go back to sleep and go for round two.  Topper’s arms enveloped her, rubbing her back comfortingly.  He leaned up to whisper into her hair, “I know this little scene was because you’re ovulating, but I’m gonna pretend that you just wanted to, because you just made my dreams come true, baby.”

Topper felt (Y/N)’s lips curve into a lazy smile at his words, and she burrowed deeper into his chest as he pulled the blankets back over them.  “I’m glad I could.  You just looked too peaceful to wake up,” she stated, matching his quiet tone.  She lifted her head slightly to look into his eyes, a wicked glint in her own.  “You made a couple of my dreams come true, too,” she breathed, her voice low and seductive.  

One of Topper’s eyebrows raised.  “How is that, love?  I was asleep for the most part.”

She smiled again, leaning down to pepper open-mouthed kisses on his neck and jawline.  “You made so many noises I had never heard before, especially when my lips were on your cock,” she hummed.

She felt his blush rise and his body instinctively try to become smaller at her words, obviously embarrassed.  She cupped his cheek to make his eyes meet her steady gaze.  “I loved them, Top.  It made me feel so powerful that I could make you feel so good that you let yourself enjoy it completely.”  She kissed him quickly on the lips.  “Please never hold back again, okay?  I don’t want anything to be secret between us, especially if we’re gonna have a baby.”

(Y/N) simply smiled as he kissed her again, knowing that her very gifted husband would indeed find out something new - he usually achieved what he set his mind to - and give her a baby while he was at it.

He worked his throat to swallow as he nodded, his eyes suspiciously wet, but she decided not to comment.  She laid her head back in the crook of his neck, enjoying his presence for the little bit longer that she could before his flight.

After a few minutes she heard him clear his throat at the same time his hand cupped her ass, rubbing absent-minded circles into it.  “What do you say I bail on this trip and we spend the rest of the week trying to make our baby?” he asked in his deep baritone, still husky from sleep.  He was smiling with her as he gazed at her hopeful eyes, his own mirroring the emotion.  “Maybe I’ll find out something new about you, as well,” he taunted, roguishly.

~

My Masterlist

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[imaginesandbandfiction]

Vigilante Shit

An Outer Banks Imagine

Pairing: Topper Thornton x female!reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Very vague mentions of domestic violence that didn't actually happen, having sex for money (slightly dubious consent bc of that at one point)

Summary: You're hired to investigate a rich pretty boy and team up with his wife to nail him for his crimes.

A/N: Enjoy this Taylor Swift-inspired fic, this is what I imagined happening all throughout the song so I wrote about it! Hope you like it!!!

Masterlist

The taxi pulls up in front of a small bungalow and you hand a wad of cash to the driver, thanking him as you get out of the car. You try the front door and it swings open, left unlocked just like the client had said it would be. It’s fully furnished inside, with a simple, neutral color scheme that complements the beach visible out of the windows that line the back of the house. There’s a small, cozy living room off to one side and an eat-in kitchen on the other. Down the hall are two bedrooms and a bathroom. You drop your backpack in the bigger room and then circle back to the kitchen with just your laptop. 

There’s an iPhone on the kitchen table, three generations old, next to a charging cord wrapped in a neat circle. You plug it into your laptop and retrieve the iCloud backup you had prepared last week, dragging it over to the ‘New iPhone’ file.

As everything downloads, you run through the mental copy of the file you received last month. It was too dangerous to bring it along with you, so you had committed it to memory and burned the physical copy before you left. Your waitressing job at the Kildare Island Country Club was starting tomorrow, and you were to report there at 2 pm, between the brunch and dinner rushes, for training. The client and her husband had reservations at 7, and she assured you that they would be seated in your section. From there, a few simple steps will position you to carry out the rest of the job, tie any loose ends into a neat bow, and get the hell out. The phone dings when the download is complete, so you add a simple passcode and change the name of the phone to ‘Y/N’s Phone,’ wrapping up the final details before heading to bed.

The next morning, you make a cup of coffee and settle in at the kitchen table to answer some emails from potential future clients before you have to leave for work. In the bedroom you slept in, the closet is fully stocked with a carefully-curated wardrobe. Everything is second-hand and leans towards casual with small details that will elevate the outfits from simple to elegant, like cardigans with pearl buttons and soft, satin camisoles. You put on a short black tennis skirt and a white sleeveless polo cropped just enough to show a small strip of skin and accessorize with a thin gold chain around your neck. It’s enough to spark interest without being over the top, and natural eye makeup paired with a shimmery, peach-colored lip gloss compliments the look perfectly.

At the Country Club, you meet with the Restaurant Manager, Darcy, who gives you a tour around the grounds and then walks you through what a typical shift will look like. You meet the rest of the staff and Darcy leaves you with Karen to train. She’s been waitressing at the club for twenty years and lets you follow her around as the dinner crowd starts to trickle in. 

Seven o’clock grows nearer and your nerves melt into confidence. The adrenaline starts to kick in and you get a burst of energy, which Karen takes full advantage of. She has you do most of the work while she supervises, interjecting here and there to answer a question you don’t know the answer to or to give you slight corrections. You’re so caught up in the whirlwind of the dinner rush that you don’t realize the client has arrived until Karen leads you up to a couple in their late 20s, looking glamorous in designer clothes and seated by the windows that overlook the ocean. To be fair, though, you hadn’t even spoken to the client on the phone and didn’t even know her real name, she went by ‘SC’ in her emails. All you had was a general description; strawberry-blonde hair and big brown eyes, and the woman in front of you fit that description perfectly. Her husband also matched his description, with slicked-back blonde hair and dark blue eyes that sparkle with interest as he takes you in.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Thornton,” Karen greets them. “This is Y/N, she’s my trainee. 

“So lovely to meet you,” you say, flashing a shy smile at the husband. His gaze drops down your body and then back up to your face, and he smiles back. 

“The pleasure is all ours, Y/N,” he says. “I’m sure you’ll take great care of us.”

The woman flips her long, shiny hair over one shoulder and holds a manicured hand out to you, interrupting his husband’s thinly-veiled flirting. 

“I’m Sarah,” she drawls, “It’s nice to meet you.” You take her hand and shake it gently. She squeezes your hand three times in quick succession, too light to be noticeable to anyone but you, and relief floods your body at this confirmation. Sarah is SC. 

“Are you staying in the old Routledge place?” Mr. Thornton asks.

“How did you know?” You ask in response, furrowing your brows in faux confusion. 

“My husband owns most of the rental properties on this island,” Sarah interjects, “so when someone new shows up, it’s not hard to figure out where they’re living.”

“So when you’re ready to move on from that hovel, just let me know and I’ll set you up with something nicer. A girl like you deserves a home as pretty as she is.” Mr. Thornton reaches into his pocket and hands over a business card as he speaks. You tuck it into the side of your bra without a second glance, catching his eye and biting your lip as you feel your cheeks heat up. There’s something dark behind the smirk he gives you; like he’s a predator and you're his prey. 

“Thank you,” you respond, infusing your voice with the innocent earnestness that you had perfected over the years. “Right now it’s all I can afford. I had to leave a bit of a shitty situation back home so…” You shrug as you trail off, leaving it up to him to fill in the blanks.  

“That’s enough of an introduction,” Karen interrupts, taking a step closer to the table and pulling out her notepad. “Could I get the two of you a bottle of wine to start?” With that, the conversation is derailed but the groundwork has been laid, so you feel good about it. 

For the rest of the night, you give their table extra attention. Karen had told you after your initial conversation that they are some of the most important members of the club so she isn’t suspicious, and actually encourages you to flirt with him a little bit. (“He likes to feel important and wanted,” she said. “The wife will pretend to be upset about it, but between you and me, I don’t think there’s much love there.”)

He pays with a credit card and leaves a hefty tip, so when you find an envelope resting on the chair he had been sitting in, you don’t expect it to be filled with hundred-dollar bills. There’s a note scrawled on the inside of the flap: I meant what I said. Call me if you need anything. He wrote a phone number underneath, and you don’t have to check the business card to know that this isn’t a business number. Before anyone has the chance to notice it, you shove it in the waistband of your skirt and adjust your apron so it’s hidden from view, and finish flipping the table. It’s not your first rodeo, so you know that you’ve really sold it, but no other job has gone this well this quickly. Karen’s right, this guy really does crave attention. 

The rest of your shift passes in a blur and by the time you make it back to the house, you’re exhausted. You collapse on the bed and pull out the business card. It’s sleek and sexy, with TOPPER THORNTON in all capital letters at the top in a sans-serif, wide-spaced font. Sure enough, the number on the bottom is different from the number on the inside of the envelope, so you toss the card to the side and put the envelope number into your phone. Before you start getting ready for bed, you shoot him a quick text. 

Hey, it’s Y/N from the country club. Thanks for your note, I really appreciate it. Guess I’ll have to take you up on your offer to look at some other places ;)

His response is instant. 

Don’t thank me yet, we’re only just getting started

You roll your eyes and decide to leave him on read for a few minutes while you take your makeup off and do your skincare routine. 

I work tomorrow and Saturday, but Sunday I’m free!

I’ll pick you up at 6

This is clearly a man who has never been told no in his life, but you can work with that. With phase two of your plan already underway, you don’t feel bad about tossing your phone to the side and falling asleep without responding.

Part of you is shocked that he doesn’t show up to the club while you’re working over the next two days, but then again, he’s probably smart enough to know to keep his distance from you in public. People who run successful real estate dynasties usually aren’t stupid no matter how rich they were growing up. He hasn’t texted or called, either. But the asshole is true to his word, and punctual, you’ll give him that, because he pulls up in a dark blue G-Wagen at five fifty-five on the dot. The windows are rolled down and he slides his Ray-Ban aviators down his nose to stare at you as he puts the car in park.

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, peering over the tops of his sunglasses. You get up from your spot on the front steps and slide into the passenger seat, adjusting your jean shorts so they don’t ride up. After buckling in, you look up and see that his gaze is stuck on the exposed skin of your thighs.

“So, where are we going?” You ask, getting his attention without calling him out. After all, if this is going to work out, you need him to be distracted. 

“I thought I’d show you a place a little further down the beach,” he says, clearing his throat. “It’s still on this side of the island, but it’s closer to the boardwalk and within walking distance of the club,” he answers. You nod and sit quietly for the rest of the short drive, observing him out of the corner of your eye. He drives with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the windowsill, tapping along to some invisible rhythm. The slight breeze blows his hair around, and when he pulls up in front of a small but cute beach bungalow with blue siding and white shutters, it’s wild and messy. He runs a hand through the front to tame it as he gets out of the car. You start to open the passenger door but suddenly it swings open and he’s standing there, holding a hand out to help you down. 

“Thanks,” you say as you brush past him, keeping his hand in yours for just a few seconds longer than necessary. You turn towards the house and pause in front of it to take it in. “This is really cute!” 

“Thought you’d like it,” he says with a smirk. “Now c’mon, you gotta see the inside. The last tenants moved out three months ago so I’ve gotten a few things updated in the meantime - Floors, countertops…” He rattles off a few more things as he leads you inside, unlocking the front door with one of several keys on a keychain he dug out of his pocket. None of them are labeled, but you make a mental note that the one for this house is small and silver with a circular hole through which the chain is looped. 

The door swings open and he holds it for you, letting you take in the small entryway. 

“The kitchen and living room are just down the hall,” he tells you, pointing to where a short hallway extends from the entrance. “Bedrooms are upstairs, and there’s one bedroom up there, the other is off of the kitchen, next to the garage.” He sneaks around you and grabs your hand to lead you down the hallway. There’s a large, open room with tall windows along the back of the house. The living room has a large gray sectional and two matching armchairs set up around a fireplace, with a large TV mounted above it. On the other side is the kitchen. It’s bigger than the one you have now, all white with marble counters. An island separates the two spaces, with three stools set up on the living room side. Off of the kitchen, there’s a half wall that gives the dining room a little bit of privacy even though it’s still technically part of the larger space. 

The dining table is set for two, and there’s a covered pan in the middle. You turn to Topper, eyes filled with questions, and he chuckles as he leads you toward it. 

“I thought you’d be hungry, y’know, since I’m stealing you over dinnertime,” his grin is cheeky as he speaks.

“That is so sweet, thank you,” you gush. He pulls your chair out for you and loads up your plate before he sits across from you. 

“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.”

“There’s not much to tell, to be honest.” You shrug as you start eating. He’s quiet as you eat, giving you the space to continue. “I’m from Massachusetts,” lie, “I went to school for history education but ended up dropping out halfway through when I met this older guy,” another lie. “He kind of swept me off my feet so I ran away with him. We were in the city, New York, that is, and things were good.”

“But?”

“But…. he liked things his way, and even though I was fine with playing my part in the beginning, it was hard to keep it up long-term. And he would get angry.” You pause there, letting all of the things you haven’t said wash over him. His face is soft and it’s so uncharacteristic that it looks awkward on him.

“So that’s why you moved to Kildare? To get away?” You bite your lip and nod, lowering your head to look at the table as if you’re ashamed. 

“Hey,” his voice is quiet and gentle, and he reaches across the table to tip your chin up so you’re looking at him again. “It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed with me. I’m just glad you were able to get out of there.”

“Thanks.” He pulls his hand away and pushes away from the table, coming around to stand next to you instead. His hands find your chin again, tilting your head up towards him. As he leans down, you let your chin tip back even further, inviting his advance. 

“What about your wife?” You whisper, forcing your face into a worried expression. He strokes your cheekbone with his thumb to soothe you. 

“She won’t leave me. She likes my money too much.” From his tone, you get that he’s sort of joking, but the sentiment rubs you the wrong way and at that moment, you fully understand why she had come to you. But you keep any trace of dislike from your face as he captures your lips with his. He’s greedy, opening his mouth against yours right away. The angle is a bit odd since he’s towering above you and you have to lean your head really far back in order to make it work, but he uses that to his advantage, leaning some of his weight on you as if to make a point that if he wanted to, he could force you to do anything. You run through a mental list of attractive celebrities to take yourself out of your body as you kiss him back.

When his hand grazes your boob, you pull back and hug your knees to your chest, putting a physical barrier between the two of you, playing up the helpless victim card. 

“Sorry,” you breathe, “It’s just, I haven’t… Not since him. Do you mind if we leave it there, just for today? I promise I’ll be more ready next time.”

“Of course,” Topper says, reaching out to smooth a hand down your hair. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’m okay with taking it slow.” You knew he wasn’t, that he was the kind of guy who would take what he thought he deserved, but he was probably turned on by the whole scared and innocent thing. Willing to play the long game and savor dismantling your defenses until you melted for him like butter.

He drops you off with one final kiss, short and searing, and you disappear into the house and immediately draw a hot bath. While you wait for the tub to fill up, you shoot an email to your client, Sarah.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Status Update [ENCRYPTED]

Hey SC,

It feels kinda weird to call you that now that we’ve actually met in person, but I’ll keep it up for privacy’s sake. You were right - he fell right into the ‘broken and innocent’ trap that I laid for him. I plan to give a little more next time and really make him feel like he’s fixing me; the bigger his ego gets, the likelihood of my success skyrockets. Thanks for sending over those additional leads! I’ve been able to make a few possible connections but will hold off on the details until I can gather enough evidence to prove them. Plausible deniability will get you far in life, darling. 

Anyways, keep pushing his buttons at home. We want him distracted in as many ways as possible, and if you’re holding him at arms’ length, he’ll be more likely to come running straight to me. 

RS

After a long, hot soak, you return to your computer and find a response already waiting in your inbox.

To: [email protected] 

From: [email protected]

RE: Status Update [ENCRYPTED]

RS,

It is sort of weird being secret pen pals now that we’ve officially met, but I appreciate your discretion and dedication to the job. I knew it would be easy to get my husband to pursue you, but I didn’t think it would happen this quickly! I shouldn’t be surprised, he’s been cheating on me since high school. I’m sure you probably think I’m an idiot for marrying him, but I was young and I thought (stupidly) that he would mature as he got older. That’s the power of first love, I guess. 

Thanks for the update!

SC

You smile to yourself at her response, if you weren’t working for her (and starting a pre-planned affair with her husband), you could see yourself being friends with the woman. 

***

After another few days of shifts at the country club and keeping a just-flirty-enough text chain going with Topper, he shows up while you’re working on purpose, for the first time. Sarah’s not with him this time; instead, he’s with a group of similar-looking guys, all wearing khaki shorts and pastel-colored polos. They must have just finished golfing because they take a caddy to the bar with them and buy him a shot before they settle in at a table in your section.

Over the course of your very short tenure as a country club waitress, you’ve learned a lot. Most of it came from Karen, who loved to gossip and seemed to know everything about everyone on the island, but rich people tended to think that the staff wasn’t real people, so they were surprisingly loose-lipped about a lot of things. 

You learn that the Routledge house, where you’re staying, belongs to a John B Routledge who has made quite a name for himself as a travel vlogger on YouTube. He rents his childhood home to tourists and people needing somewhere to stay for a few months while he’s out traveling the world. You also learn, courtesy of Karen, that John B is Sarah Thornton’s ex. Apparently, she broke up with Topper and dated John B during a tumultuous and confusing time that you don’t fully understand. There was some drama with her family and she ended up breaking up with him and taking Topper back. This is valuable information that you can use to get Topper even more invested in you. He still has a deep-seated hatred for the man that stole his girlfriend in high school, and you have no doubt that part of your charm, to Topper, is the fact that you’re living in John B’s house. 

Before you head over to their table, you duck into the bathroom to reapply your lip gloss and pull your top down a bit, showing an additional inch or so of cleavage. Sure enough, he can’t keep his eyes off of your chest as you make small talk with the rest of the group and take their drink orders. Two of the men, Rafe and Kelce, have been his best friends since childhood. The fourth guy, who introduced himself as PJ, is a mystery, but he fits seamlessly into their boys-club dynamic, flirting with you while simultaneously making fun of the rest of the guys for doing the same thing. 

Topper is actually the tamest of the group, probably because he has something to hide, but when you drop off their food, he hits you with a wink and a quiet “thanks, babe.” He pays for the whole group, and you notice a note scribbled on the back of the customer’s copy of the receipt. I’ll pick you up after your shift. You tuck the note into your bra and let him catch you smiling to yourself as you start to clean off the table.

Sure enough, his Mercedes is parked out front when you leave a few hours later. He’s leaning against it, scrolling through his phone, but he stops abruptly when he notices you standing a few feet away from him.

“Good shift?” he asks, raising one eyebrow at you.

“Eh, it was alright,” you joke with a shrug. “Some weirdo left me a note, though.”

“You gotta be careful when talking to strangers, Y/N.” He takes a step forward and grabs your hand, tugging you closer to him. “They might get the wrong idea.” He whispers his second sentence against the corner of your mouth, pressing a hard kiss there to really drive his point home. Within seconds, though, he’s gone. When you turn around, he’s holding the passenger door open for you with a little smirk on his lips. 

“C’mon, I’ve got something to show you,” he says. With a shy smile on your face, you climb inside and let him shut the door behind you. He’s quiet during the drive, again, but this time, his free hand is wrapped around your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. It’s another short drive, and he pulls into a palm-tree-lined driveway. A large, beachfront mansion slowly comes into view as he makes his way down the driveway. He parks right out front, between a large fountain and the stairs up to the front door, and leaves the keys on the seat. 

“What do you think?” He asks you as he helps you out of the car with one hand and gestures to the house with the other. 

“It’s gorgeous,” you breathe. “Is it one of your rental properties?” You play dumb, like it hadn’t even occurred to you that he’d bring you to his house. 

“Nope, this one’s mine. And Sarah’s away for the weekend…” He trails off with a shit-eating grin and holds the door open for you. As he shows you around the first floor, you oooh and ahhh in all the right places, all wide-eyed innocence and fuck me eyes. The tour ends in the kitchen, where he pops a bottle of Dom Perignon and pours you each a glass. You accept it gratefully and take a long sip, letting the cold bubbles dance on your tongue for a moment before you swallow. Both of you lean against the counter as you sip, chatting about some of the small details of the house that he was the proudest of. 

The champagne is just a pretense, something to make it seem like you weren’t just here to hook up. But when the glasses are empty, that changes. Topper reaches across your chest to take the empty glass from your hand. Instead of pulling it back towards him, he just leans forward further to set it on the counter on your other side and then side-steps so he’s standing in front of you with his arms caging you between him and the counter. 

“This okay?” He mutters as he leans in, stopping just as his lips brush against yours. You nod and look up at him through your eyelashes, lifting your lips in a shy smile. That’s all the permission he needs and his lips are pressed against yours within seconds. His hips press into yours, pushing your back into the edge of the counter, so you wriggle a bit to give him the hint to knock it off. Instead, he hooks his hands under your thighs and lifts you up onto the countertop. This causes your skirt to bunch up a bit and Topper takes advantage of the newly-exposed skin. To his credit, he doesn’t push your limits, seeming content to stick to exposed skin only. But you know he won’t stay patient for long if the hardness against your thigh is any indication.

You hear the tell-tale sign of a lawn mower starting up somewhere outside and freeze, clutching onto Topper’s shoulders as if staying still will somehow make you invisible. 

“Can we go somewhere more… private?” You ask, shooting a nervous glance at the large window above the sink to your right. 

“Absolutely,” he says, taking a quick nip at your bottom lip. Instead of stepping back to let you off the counter, he just hoists you up into his arms. You cling on for dear life as he takes you up the grand staircase in the entryway. He opens the first door on the left and doesn’t even bother turning the lights on before he sets you down and his lips are on yours again. His back is facing the door and you take advantage of that, pushing forward until he’s pressed flat against it. You swallow his grunt of surprise and then trail your lips down his neck as you drop to your knees in front of him.

***

The next time, you invite Topper to your place and let him return the favor. Then, he takes you to two more of his rental properties where you do everything but penetrative sex before Sarah leaves town and he finally brings you back to his house again. 

This time, you let him go all the way. It’s not bad, but it could definitely be better. You keep him occupied for a while, and when he’s facedown on the bed recovering, you offer to go make him a cup of coffee. 

“That would be great, thanks babe,” he groans, voice slightly muffled by the pillow underneath him. You throw on his abandoned button-down and pad down the stairs to start the coffee maker. That gives you just a few minutes of unsupervised time in his house, so you sneak down the hall to his study. The door’s unlocked, but when you try the desk drawers, they won’t budge. There are keyholes at the top of each drawer, and from your inspection, it looks like the same key would open them all. His computer’s asleep, and it’s password-protected, which doesn’t surprise you. For good measure, you run your hands alongside the bottom of the wood just in case there’s anything hidden there, but no such luck. The coffee maker beeps and interrupts your search, but you’re content with the intel you’ve gathered. As you pour two mugs of coffee, you start to devise a plan. A quick detour to the bathroom on your way back upstairs proves fruitful, you find a bottle of Trazodone prescribed to Sarah, and crush up three pills, stirring them into Topper’s coffee. 

He’s out like a light forty-five minutes later, but you wait another hour just to make sure. Then, you sneak back downstairs with your backpack. A USB drive with password-cracking software downloaded goes straight into the computer, and while the program runs, you manage to pick the locks on three of the five drawers. 

Four hours later, you slip back upstairs with two USB drives full of information, and photos of the most incriminating documents saved on your burner phone. Everything is zipped into the hidden pocket inside the lining of your backpack and you curl up next to Topper to sleep as if nothing has happened.

The next morning, you wake up before he does and decide to give him a little wake-up surprise. It serves its purpose and distracts him long enough for you to make your exit, smuggling the evidence out with you, leaving him none the wiser. 

You get into work and take a moment to let out the tension you had been holding in all night. Slumping against the wall in the staff break room, you pull out your phone and type out another message to Sarah.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

RE: RE: Status Update [ENCRYPTED]

I GOT IT!!!!!! Evidence is in hand. I know the hearing’s not for another two weeks, so I can hold onto it until then if you want me to. Also, sorry, I stole a few of your Trazodones. Hopefully getting the evidence makes up for that, haha. 

RS

By the time your day shift is over, she’s responded, so you take a second to answer her before you head home for the night. 

To: [email protected] 

From: [email protected]

RE: RE: RE: Status Update [ENCRYPTED]

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I knew you could do it! I’ll stop by in the morning on my way to the courthouse, if that’s okay?

SC

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

RE: RE: Status Update [ENCRYPTED]

Works for me! I’m just glad I was able to get it in time. 

RS

The next two weeks pass by in a blur of work and secret meetups with Topper, who suspects absolutely nothing. You’re still his shiny new toy, dressed up like a present for him to unwrap. The only time he mentions the impending divorce hearing is late one night when he shows up at your place unannounced. His kisses taste like whiskey and the smell of cigarette smoke lingers on his jacket. You lead him to the bedroom right away, knowing that he’s looking for a way to get out some of his drunken frustrations, and sure enough, his lips loosen as he’s pounding you into the mattress with one hand pressed against your stomach to hold you in place.

“I can’t fuckin believe she’s taking me to court,” he growls into your neck. “Bitch is trying to take half my shit. Thinks she can get our prenup annulled, ha! My lawyers will fuckin ruin her.”

You coo sweet nothings into his ear and brush his hair back from his forehead, which seems to calm him down a bit. Other than that one night, though, he’s been pretty much silent on the whole situation.

The morning of the hearing is here in no time, and headlights shine through your windows as Sarah pulls into your driveway. She’s behind the wheel of Topper’s Mercedes and her hair is pulled back into a low bun with a black and white silk head scarf wrapped around it. Topper’s signature aviators cover half of her face, and somehow she makes it look elegant. A black kitten heel is the first thing you see as she steps out of the car, followed by a tight-fitting yet modest black dress. 

“Hey girl,” she says as she approaches the front door that you’re holding open for her. 

“Hi! You look incredible,” you tell her. “Topper’s gonna lose his shit.” She giggles and lets you lead her into the kitchen. 

“That’s the plan.” She notices the manila envelope sitting on the kitchen counter and runs her fingers along its edge. “Is this it?” 

“Yep, it’s all there.”

“Perfect.” The grin on her face is positively wicked as she picks it up and slides it into her oversized leather bag. “Are you going to the courthouse?”

‘I’m gonna try and sneak into the back row right before it starts. That way, he won’t notice me, at least not until after it’s too late.”

“Well, then I’ll see you there!” Sarah sounds genuinely excited about that prospect, and she reaches out to squeeze your hand. “Seriously, Y/N, thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you.” You squeeze her hand back. 

“Feels kind of weird for you to thank me when you literally paid me to sleep with your husband.” You chuckle. “ But you’re welcome. And good luck today!” With one final, soft smile, she’s out the door and on her way. 

You change into your own revenge dress; it shows off more skin than Sarah’s, which seems fitting for playing the part of the mistress who betrayed him. Black platform sandals and your own pair of oversized sunglasses complete the look, and you manage to make it into the courtroom just as the judge is swearing everyone in. 

The proceedings are tedious at first; it’s mostly just both lawyers establishing the facts of the case, but when Sarah is called up to the stand to make her statement, things take a dramatic turn. 

“I’m Sarah Thornton, and I have new evidence to submit,” she says as she reaches into her bag and hands the envelope over to the judge. He flips through the papers quickly, then calls the lawyers back into his chambers to go over this new information. 

“What the fuck?” Topper yells, lunging forwards as Sarah passes his seat. His lawyer is fast, though, and holds Topper back, whispering a stern warning. She just flashes a sweet smile and heads back to her seat, sitting with her head held high, a calm statue in the face of his messy outrage. 

It’s nearly an hour before the judge and lawyers reemerge and things move quickly after that. The judge nullifies the prenup, stating that Topper violated one of its clauses and therefore it is no longer valid. His face is burning with rage but he bites his tongue because his lawyer’s got a death grip on his arm. Sarah is awarded the house and all material possessions, with Topper retaining only a small fraction of the cash assets they shared as a couple. It doesn’t really matter, though, because then two cops burst through the doors and make a beeline for a seething Topper.

“Topper Thornton, you are under arrest for insider trading and money laundering. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you…” the officer on the right recites as his partner puts Topper in cuffs. The man is wild-eyed, turning his head back and forth between Sarah and his lawyer, trying to put the pieces together. 

As the police are leading him out of the courtroom, his eyes lock onto yours and his eyes blaze with fury.

“You fucking bitch!” he spits at you, poison dripping from his lips. 

“Bye, Topper,” you say, voice light and airy as you waggle your fingers at him in a little wave. You hear him grunting and struggling to break free, but the cops have a good grip on him so he’s not able to escape. Once he’s been escorted off the premises, the judge smacks his gavel against his podium.

“Case dismissed!” He says, and the hearing is officially over. Sarah rushes over to you, squealing, and loops her arm through yours. The two of you walk down the steps, out of the courthouse, and onto the street, into a better and brighter future.

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[slut4tangerine]

good kind of butterflies

— pairing: Topper Thornton x Reader

— type: fluff & slight angst

— summary: Topper takes you to a party, but nothing really goes as planned.

— a/n: this is the FINAL part to this mini series.

— warnings: cursing // name calling // mentions of alcohol // if i missed anything please lmk

part 1 // part 2

Living with Topper was probably one of the best decisions you’d ever made. Movie nights every weekend, just like when you guys were younger. It was exactly how you’d remembered your childhood, but better.

A couple weeks had gone by since your breakup with JJ, and to be completely honest, you’ve never been happier.

You hadn’t thought about JJ in weeks. As far as you were concerned, he was nonexistent. You were more focused on Topper, your bestfriend, housemate and… crush??? Maybe? It’s all a bit confusing.

Some days you’d wake up and see Topper standing in the kitchen shirtless, making you both some breakfast. Sure, it was odd at first, but after a while you started getting used to it.

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying the view as much as you did. I mean, he’s your bestfriend after all.

What you both had was just a platonic kind of love… or is that what you convinced yourself it was to avoid any sort of confrontation?

Maybe it was just because it was your first time moving in with someone and it just being you two; no one else invading your space.

Or maybe it was the fact that he was the only one who was there for you after your breakup.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were feeling for the boy, but you did know that you needed time to process whatever platonic feelings you had for him that were now suddenly changing into romantic ones.

“Princess” Topper knocked on the door to your room, awaiting approval to enter.

“Come in” You said just loud enough for him to hear.

He entered your room and saw that you were laying under the covers watching “Do Revenge”. He swiftly made his way to your bed and sat at the end of it, causing you to pause the movie.

“Can I assist you?” you said as you sat up and fixed your hair so it wasn’t in your face.

“Do you want to go to a party tonight? You haven’t been to one in a while and you most definitely deserve a night of fun” he suggested, grabbing your throw pillow and messing with the ends of it.

“Why not? I’ve rewatched this movie like 3 times already anyways” you shrugged as you kicked your feet over the edge of the bed and got on your feet.

“Okay, be ready by 6” Topper left your room and shut the door, allowing you to get ready.

You figured that you would wear something ✨spicy✨ since you hadn’t really been out in a while and you most definitely needed your confidence back.

You opted for a black tight-fitted dress that accentuated your curves in all of the right places. After fixing your hair a bit and putting on some light makeup, you went downstairs to go to the party.

You saw the back of Topper’s head as he sat on the couch, likely scrolling through his phone.

“I’m ready” you said, causing Topper to get up and head for the door, his eyes not leaving his phone once.

He held the door open for you and turned his phone off. After locking the door to the house and turning around to head to the car, he saw you.

He had never seen you this dressed up all except for one time; when you were celebrating your 1 year anniversary with JJ.

His mouth went dry at the sight of you, his jaw hanging open until you turned around and smiled.

“Come on, chauffeur. This car ain’t gonna get to the party itself” you joked, grabbing Topper’s attention.

“Oh, yeah. Mhm” Topper swallowed whatever was in his throat, and marched toward the car.

- at the party -

Once you both arrived at the party, Topper immediately went to grab you both some drinks, telling you to stay near the entrance.

“What’s up, Top?” Rafe patted Topper on the shoulder, causing him to turn around.

“Yo what’s up, Cameron?”

“What’s goin’ on? I ain’t seen you in a minute” Rafe slurred, clearly drunk.

“Im sorry, man. I’ve been busy with Y/n and-”

“Y/n? Wait you mean like Y/n L/n?” Rafe looked confused by Topper’s words, as Topper nodded, equally as confused.

“Y/n as in the girl you’ve had a crush on since-” Rafe was interrupted by Topper’s hand flying to cover is mouth, refraining him from continuing his sentence.

“For fucks sake, yes Rafe! That’s the Y/n” Topper whisper shouted as Rafe swatted his hand away.

“Wait is she here? Like right now?” Rafe’s eyes wandered, trying to spot you anywhere.

“Yeah, she’s waiting for me to bring her a drink” Topper excused himself as he made his way back to you.

“A drink for ma lady” Topper jokingly bowed as he gave you your drink, causing you to giggle. God, he loved when you laughed. It was almost angelic.

“Why thank you, my good sir”

Topper offered to hold your drink for you to avoid anything happening to it. You both just wandered around, talking to random people.

“I’ll be right back” you said to Topper as you handed him your drink. He watched you walk away and he smiled to himself. You just looked so perfect.

You squeezed your way through people as you made your way to the bathroom. While sliding through a big group, you felt someone’s hand on your wrist. You looked back to see none other than JJ Maybank.

You immediately swatted his hand off of you.

“Get away from me” you told him.

“I know you don’t want to see me, but can we please talk?” you looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Why? So you can call me a whore again? Call me a cheater again?” you asked, moving a bit further away from him.

“Please, Y/n. I need to talk to you” JJ pleaded as you sighed.

“Fine, what do you want to talk about” you crossed your arms across your chest.

“I’m so sorry for everything. I spoke with Kie & John B. They told me that you felt left out. I’m sorry for no-”

“No” JJ looked at you extremely confused.

“What do you mean no?”

“You’re suddenly sorry because you decided to listen to your friends and hear what was going on from them instead of your girlfriend? Where was this when I tried explaining it to you, huh?” You were now shouting at him, making everyone’s attention turn to you and JJ.

“I gave you everything, JJ. I practically gave up the longest and best friendship I’ve ever had for you. I did all that, just to still get it thrown back in my face” Tears were beginning to form in your eyes as you shouted from all of the build up anger you had inside of you.

“Y/n stop scre-”

“Oh my gawd. I found her Top! You’re right, she does look beautiful tonight” Rafe’s voice boomed over the rest of the party as he made his way to the front of the circle.

You spotted Topper’s face in the crowd and you saw him try to make his way through as he face-palmed himself.

“Rafe-” Topper tried to guide Rafe away from the crowd, not wanting him to further explain.

“Come on, Top. Did you tell her that you’ve been inlo-” Rafe forgot everyone else was there as he nearly exposed Topper’s secret.

“Wait a moment… Why is she with that Pogue again?” Rafe turned to Topper.

“Are they back together? Did that filthy Pogue steal your girl?” Rafe suddenly looked shocked and he looked between you, JJ & Topper.

“Rafe, let’s go” Topper managed to grab him and remove him from the circle entirely.

You just stood there shocked, not entirely sure what just happened.

“You’re with him now?!” JJ said through gritted teeth.

“That’s none of your business, Maybank. If I am, it’s none of your concern”

“I’m done with this conversation. Have a great life, Maybank” you said sarcastically as you pushed him away as walked away.

You continued to the bathroom, your initial destination before you were quite rudely interrupted.

You locked yourself in the small room, immediately sliding against the door, tears beginning to fall.

Tonight wasn’t supposed to go like this. You were supposed to have fun, but instead you were left in pure anger & embarrassment. God, how you hated JJ Maybank.

After wiping your tears and exiting the bathroom, you were met with Topper’s figure.

“You okay, Princess?” Topper looked down at you and you immediately hugged him.

“I want to go home” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Let’s go home then, Princess”

- back at home -

You went straight to your room and removed your makeup and changed into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You cursed yourself for wearing waterproof mascara, as it left small black smudges on your under eyes.

You laid in bed and stared at the ceiling as you thought about tonight’s events. Until you were brought out of your little thought bubble by the sound of knocking.

“Come in” you said just above a whisper.

Topper came in and sat on the edge of your bed, per usual.

“You okay?” His hand reached out and gently caressed yours as you shrugged.

“I mean I’ve been worse, so this is nothing” Topper nodded, staring at the floor.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you until you decided to speak up.

“What was Rafe going on about back there?” you looked into Topper’s eyes as he looked at you.

“Uhm- nothing. Don’t wor-”

“Topper Thornton, don’t lie to me” he knew you hated liars. He sighed.

“He was looking for you. That’s all” he shrugged and looked away.

“Somethings telling me that’s not the full truth…” you poked Topper in hopes of him revealing his “secret”.

“Y/n stop!” he shouted in the fit of giggles.

“Tell me!” you laughed as you poked & tickles him harder.

“Fine! He was looking for you because he was going to tell you something about me” you stopped.

“What do you mean?” Topper took a deep breath and sighed.

“Y/n, I’m in love with you. God, I’ve been in love with you since freshman year” You just stared at him as he spoke.

To your knowledge, he wasn’t interested in you at all. He only saw you as a little sister. Maybe that was just his coverup.

“You’ve really been the only person that’s been there for me since 4th grade. Everyone else gave up. I tried so hard to get over you, I really did, but nothing seemed to work” he reached out and held your hand while you were still in shock.

“Topper-” you started.

“Y/n I know you probably don’t feel the same, but I’m just so tired of having to lie and hide how I really feel about you”

“I’m in love with you too, you goofball. I have been since sophomore year. I needed to get over you, as you were out of my league. That’s when I started dating JJ. After we broke up and you offered to let me move in, all of those feelings I felt for you came rushing back” you felt his thumb glide across the back of your hand.

“I tried to hide it, since I didn’t want to ruin our friendship in case you didn’t feel the same, but seeing you everyday just made it so much harder” he only smiled at you.

“But I do love you, Topper. You’ve been my #1 since day 1, my best friend & now my biggest crush” you smiled as he leaned in to kiss you.

His lips pressed against yours as his arms moved to hold your waist, with yours holding the back of his neck.

Your body felt warm all over; this was a new feeling for sure. The kiss was soft & gentle. You felt butterflies; this time it was the good kind.

After pulling away from the kiss, Topper snuggled next to you in bed.

“Woah woah woah, what do you think you’re doing?” you jokingly questioned him.

“Uhh- laying in bed with my girlfriend??”

“Who said I was your girlfriend? You never asked”

“Ah, yes. My apologies, ma lady” Topper apologized as he got up and got down on one knee in front of you.

“Princess Y/n L/n, will you accept this goofball to be your loving boyfriend” Topper spoke in a fancy accent as he presented you with a… rock?

“Of course” you grabbed the rock and placed it on your bedside table as he got up and playfully tackled you onto your bed, kissing you once more as smile grew on both of your faces.

i’m such a slut for bestfriends -> lovers fics😫

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[seriesxwriting]

Private jet

Pairing- topper Thornton 🥰

Series- outer banks 💕

Summary- topper takes you on his private jet for the first time, heading to a surprise holiday for two weeks. Just you and him ;)).

Warnings- just kissing.

—

“And we are going where?” I smirked across at my boyfriend in the taxi abandoning my view from the window. It had just stopped outside his private jet and my eyes had hearts in them. “Not tell you… still” he laughed cheekily at my pout and then leant over to kiss my cheek. Topper got out the car closing the door gently and bounced over to one of the men. He looked so important with his glasses and business talk- it was hot.

I waited for a few moments in the taxi alone, watching their conversation and topper laugh his head off with whatever other man said. He eventually came round to my side opening the door wide for me and putting his hand out like the gentleman he was. “Why thank you kind sir” i fluttered my eye lashes at him putting on a fake posh voice. “You joker” he laughed pulling me closer to his body looking down into my sparkling eyes.

“Your eyes are so pretty, especially in the sun” he smirked because I already knew, I told him it practically daily. They where definitely my best feature. “And you call me the joker” my hands slid up to his neck pulling him down for a much needed kiss. Thirty minutes in the car was much too long for me. He smiled against my soft lips at first before going into to the heart beating kiss. I could feel his heart against my chest and still I wanted to be closer to him.

“Master Thornton, the jet is ready to go when you are” the man came over awkwardly. If there was any other reason someone was interrupting our make out session I’d be pissed. But I’d been looking forward to this for what felt like a life time. We both gazed over at the stairs mechanically lowering to the ground. Our luggage was being unloaded by some other man in a suit. “Ready?” Topper asked me glowing, whilst dangling his hand in the air for me to take it. I’d never been on his jet before, I was beyond excited.

But even more so to spend two weeks on holiday with my boyfriend getting him all alone. All to my self, with no interruption. “As I’ll ever be” I grinned my shiny white teeth and topper took my hand chuckling at my excitement. “Your so cute, all it takes is a jet to make you happy” “what do you mean all” I slapped his chest, quite softly if I admitted it. Topper wiggled his eyebrows knowingly. We both climbed the steps hand in hand and he lead me over to two opposite window seats.

There was a butler waiting for us to sit down and he automatically handed us menus which topper just shook his head too. “Just a coffee for me please” I took the menu nervously looking at my boyfriend. I wasn’t used to all this fancy treatment. I had been a pogue for most of my life. Though my dad had recently struck gold we where not extravagant with our money because we where used to pogue life. We where very charitable even though we where now kooks. Topper understood this and knew I felt pressure as the man stared at me waiting to order.

“You can come back, we need a minute” topper saved me. I felt the airplane jolt before suddenly moving forwards. Faster and faster. Untill we where soon in the air. I gazed out the window to take my mind off of ordering also being amazed with my first plane journey. The seat belt Sign disappeared making a loud noise ripping me back to reality. “Come here” topper ordered beckoning me with his hands. I undid my seat belt and walked the step it took me over to him.

He wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me down to his lap. “Get what you want” he put the menu in my hands. I felt comfortable and safe in his arms, I smiled at the boy and browsed the menu. “Can I have a pizza please” “of course baby girl you can have anything” he kissed my hand taking the menu from me and pressing the button that made a bell noise. The man rushed out the cabin behind and stopped by us. Topper ordered for me and added a coke on knowing me too well.

We were left alone again, which is how I liked it. “So what do you wanna do” he asked me pushing his legs up and down so I was practically flying. I shrugged putting my hand on his legs signalling to stop with a playful grin. “what is there to do” I wondered “we could watch a movie, play a game, make out?” “Hum… I’ve never made out with someone on a jet” I pretended to stroke my beard “shut up” topper laughed at me and pulled my face into his.

And so i checked that off my list. “I’ve never been on a plane you know” I stared out the window again at the magnificent view of the island “thought you said you went to the Bahamas last year” topper asked confused playing with my fingers “yeah we did, but we got a ferri- never been on a plane I thought I’d be more scared but it’s nice” I admitted looking back at him “were not going to be on it for long, it’s a short flight” he told me.

I looked at him, into his beautiful eyes and couldn’t help smiling “you know when I first met you I thought you where just like every other kook” “what changed your mind” topper ran his thumb over my thigh. “Well I saw you at the club and I guess I kinda kept an eye on you till i grew some balls”. Topper thought back and then laughed hard “what” “I remember one time when me and Rafe caught you looking and he was convinced you where after him”

I rolled my eyes with a little smile “of course he was”. Me and Rafe had become good friends now but I’d always been after topper ever since I laid my eyes on him. “Well I’m glad you came and made your move it was hot, I like confidence” “everything happens for a reason top” I ran my hands up and down the back of his neck feeling his fresh new haircut. Out the corner of my eye I noticed something splashing about in the water below.

“Topper look!!” I squealed excitedly pointing at the grey dolphin swimming up and down in my view. He giggled slightly at my reaction but was also mesmerised himself. “There beautiful” I gasped feeling the joy inside of me “this is just the start gorgeous, these two weeks are going to be the best ones of your life” he whispered to me kissing my cheek. My food came out the kitchen just as I was about to kiss my boyfriend.

“Thank you” me and topper said in sync to the butler.

- one hour later -

The seatbelt sign turned on and me and topper slowly looked back at each other. He was reluctant to let me go but did. I tightened my seatbelt in my seat and got ready for the plane to land, holding onto the arms. The pilot landed it softly into the ground on the runway and it eventually came to a halt. I smiled with relief and undid my seatbelt, topper was standing up already collecting up our stuff.

“Topper” I called out, watching the stairs go down and walking over to look at the view slowly. I felt him come behind me his hands holding my hips “welcome to St Lucia” he whispered in my ear kissing my neck.

- St Lucia

I gazed at the beach that i could see from here in utter shock and almost started jumping when I turned around to him. “Topper oh my god I can’t wait I can’t wait” I rapped my arms around his neck. Laughing he swooped me up in his arms and my legs magnetically curled around his waist. “Let me just say thank you to the pilot then I’m all yours and we can go to the villa” he kissed my lips quickly.

“Hurry” I commanded with a little smile walking down the stairs. I took a moment to breath in the different air, it was so refreshing. I couldn’t help but smile, in fact I couldn’t stop smiling. Our luggage was being loaded into a taxi already and I saw topper shaking hands with the pilot that was now walking down the stairs with him. “Alright top I’ll see you soon” “yeah, have a good one Richard” he waved.

“You ready for the time of your life?” Topper turned to me with a flash in his eyes. I couldn’t help but throw a devilishly grin back.

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[scenesofobx]

Illicit Affairs Masterlist (ongoing)

Summary: Your relationship with Topper takes a rough hit. Comforting friends and a surprising hookup with a certain Kook leaves you feeling better than you had before.

How long will you be able to hide your scandalous love affair from your boyfriend? What will happen when the truth comes out, and who will you end up with?

Find out by reading Illicit Affairs below:

Part 1 - navigating troubled waters

Part 2 - tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

Part 3 - guilt ridden consciences

Part 4 - fancy dresses & ultimatums

Part 5 - when it all comes crashing down

Part 6 - arrest warrants and witness statements

Taglist for the series:

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[rafesaddiction]

The tight end (or: Football Lessons) – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You need to study for your exams and Rafe wants to watch the football game with his friends. Studying is boring and you need a little help from the boys. Rafe is not pleased.

Warnings: mdni! – heavy smut, spanking, rough sex, p in v, semi-public sex (they can hear you), fingering (they sure can see that), possessiveness, kinda size kink cause rafe is big, bratty!reader, grumpy!rafe, dom!rafe, mean!rafe, amused!barry, curious!kelce, i-can't-with-this!topper

Word count: 1.5k

Tagging @dream-pink , @dope-trope-105 since this is most definitely Rafe Cameron smut. Enjoy!

a/n This is none of the stuff I said I was working on, just something short to indulge myself. Something light and fun. It kinda takes place in the same “universe” as Hole Practice, but it's not part 2. Comments, reblogs and likes are more than welcome. They keep me from going insane. Go Panthers!

“Gonna get myself another beer,” Rafe groaned as he lifted himself of the la-z-boy.

“Might need something stronger to suffer through this shit show.”

He looked at Barry who had made the comment and was pointing at the tv screen with his beer bottle.

On the screen the Panthers were literally fucked up the ass. And they deserved it as they delivered their worst performance ever. This game really sucked. Rafe hadn't bet any money, but he took it kinda personal when his favorite team performed this shitty. It totally ruined his mood. To be fair, it didn’t take much to ruin Rafe's mood, but this was like in the top 20 of mood-ruining events. And this was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening, watching the game with his friends. Yeah, Barry was now officially one of his friends and none of Rafe's kook friends ever doubted his status – if they had, that would totally have ruined Rafe's mood.

“While you're at it, pretty boy, fetch me another one too,” Barry shook his half-empty bottle and grinned at Rafe, who had stopped on his way to leave the living room.

“Anything else I can do for you?” Rafe said in a sarcastic tone, frowning.

“You have some of these tiny snack bites? Diced cheese with a toothpick?”

Rafe shot Barry a deathly glare, who just chuckled.

“Uhm, I'd like another beer, please,” Topper's voice came from the left and Rafe's head spun around, making the blond shrink into the couch and mumble some sort of apology. Next to him, Kelce snickered.

Frowning, clenching his jaws, Rafe went to the kitchen – without killing one of his friends, yet.

Still frowning, Rafe rummaged through the fridge to get four bottles of beer. There were actually some cheese bits, which he left there, but he took a bag of chips out of the pantry, and returned to the living room.

And stopped in the doorway, almost dropping the beer at the sight of you sitting on the armrest of Barry's la-z-boy. You had your back to Rafe and were obviously engaged in some very intense conversation with Barry. You had drawn up your legs and were kinda kneeling sideways on the armrest. You wore one of Rafe's t-shirts, too big for you, but barely covering your ass. Your legs were naked – apart from the cat paw socks you wore.

“What are you doing here?”

You were not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be upstairs, studying for your upcoming exam. You were definitely not supposed to be cuddling up to Barry.

Rafe was fuming as you craned your head back to him and gazed at him with innocent eyes.

When you saw him, a sweet smile appeared on your face.

“Hi, Rafey.” Rafe flinched at the hideous nickname, but you continued speaking. “I was looking for you. I needed some help with opening a water bottle and Barry was so nice to help me.”

Barry sat up, looking at Rafe, winking at him and showing said water bottle.

“Always a pleasure to help a damsel in distress,” he said, his gold tooth showing as he grinned at Rafe whose face had turned red by now, his features tensed up, his nostrils flaring.

“And now he’s telling me all about the tight end.”

You smiled.

Barry grinned.

Kelce snickered.

Topper choked.

Rafe growled.

“Upstairs. Now.”

“But –” you turned towards Rafe, your feet dangling from the armrest, you looked up at him, pouting.

“Now!” Rafe barked and you flinched.

Having put the bottles and chips on the coffee table, Rafe walked up to you, grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you with him, despite your squealing protests.

Rafe sat you down on the kitchen island. You looked at him, with big eyes and sulky lips. His hands rested on either side of you.

“The fuck were you doing? I specifically told you not to come downstairs!”

He glared at you through narrowed eyes, tilting his head to the side.

You lowered your gaze, your fingers playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“I was bored,” you admitted in a soft voice. Then you looked up, just with your eyes, meeting his.

“Please don't be mad at me,” you nibbled on your bottom lip, effectively directing his gaze. Then your lips parted, you breathed out and he saw the corners of your mouth twitch. “Rafey…”

He let out an angry growl, grabbed you, flipped you around and you squealed as your chest was pressed down on the hard surface of the kitchen island. Rafe shoved up your t-shirt and his hand hit your butt, only covered by your pink lace panties.

“Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That. Again!” Rafe growled between gritted teeth and each word was accompanied by a slap on your ass.

You cried out, then tried to muffle your cries and whimpers by covering your mouth with both your hands, as Rafe gave your ass a very thorough spanking. He didn't care that your whining and crying could surely be heard in the living room as he hadn't bothered to close any of the doors.

One hand holding you down as you tried to wriggle your way out, while his other hand mercilessly slapped your ass and thighs, leaving marks in the form of his hand print.

His palm started burning and your skin must have felt as if in flames by now.

He was panting heavily behind you, his eyes on your ass as he pulled down your panties. He noticed the soaking wet stain and his hard cock twitched inside his pants.

You were a whimpering mess, your body trembling and only focused on the burning sensation his hand had caused, or you would have noticed what he was up to and you would surely have complained that you were still too sore from when Rafe had fucked you under the shower this morning.

You cried out as he pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy. He growled as he felt your walls clamping around him. He gave your already sore ass another slap, then started thrusting into you in a relentless rhythm, deep and hard, punishing you by using your body to satisfy his own needs. Your cries turned into whimpering sounds as he gave you what your body so desperately craved for.

Whatever you tried to say came out as a whining noise. His name was the only intelligible word you were able to utter.

“Rafe,” you cried.

“Rafe,” you moaned.

“Rafe,” you begged.

He grabbed the back of your neck, pulled you up, made you turn your head and his lips met yours in a fervent kiss, devouring and bruising. He felt you clench so hard around him and moaning into his mouth as you came around him. Pushing your trembling chest flush against the surface, he fucked you through that orgasm, savoring your heated body's uncontrolled convulsing, your shameless moaning and enjoying knowing that he did this to you, that he was the only one who made you feel this way.

Rafe came with a groan, his cock buried up to the hilt inside your soaking pussy, filling you with his hot cum. He felt how you tensed up at the sensation and your walls clenched, milking him.

When he pulled out, you whimpered.

“Shhh…” He caressed your back as he cleaned you with a kitchen towel and put your panties back on.

Rafe cradled you into his arms and carried you back to the living room.

Barry chuckled, but didn't say a word as Rafe shot him a menacing glance.

Rafe reclined in his chair and you cuddled up to him, burying your face at his heaving chest. You were still trembling, your legs drawn up to your own chest and you were clinging to Rafe, when he caressed your back with one hand, the other hand holding a beer bottle as he focused on the screen again where the Panthers had somehow managed to turn the game around.

Rafe's hand trailed along your thigh and you flinched. You pressed your mouth against his chest and he heard you whimper as his fingers brushed over the sore skin. And not only he could hear your little whining sounds has he grabbed your ass.

Barry looked at you from the corner of his eyes and then grinned at Rafe, slightly shaking his head, lifting his bottle to drink.

Kelce licked his lips as his eyes moved over your body.

Topper stared at the tv screen, clutching his bottle so hard, his knuckles turned white.

Rafe’s hand shoved your shirt up, rubbed over your bruised cheek. His fingertips pushed your panties to the side and slid between your folds, eliciting a sweet mewling sound from your lips.

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[sugarcoatedstarkey]

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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[rafeandonlyrafe]

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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[drewsephrry]

kook besties with the big 3

inspo creds to the lovely @erwinsvow

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[rafescurtainbangz]

Sorry, Top (Rafe Cameron Blurb) +18

Minor DNI

Had to adjust this little Hargrove blurb for my OBX friends because I think it's pretty dark!rafe coded, IMO. Sorry, Topper.

Fingering, dry-humping, name-calling, mutual masturbation, manipulation, Rafe doesn't ask or wait for permission, reader wants to go farther

Dark!Rafe x Inexperienced Female Reader (Topper's GF who has always had a thing for Rafe)

Reader's POV:

You lower your eyelids a little more, trying your best to look like you're sleeping as you watch Topper's best friend palm himself over his white Calvin Kleins.

Your heart starts to pick up pace, anticipation building as his roommate hooks his fingers around the elastic band. The blonde draws them down nice and slow, making butterflies flood your stomach as he releases his cock. Holy shit…

You can feel your body pulse head to toe, a foreign feeling between your thighs, wet against the fabric of your panties. What the fuck?

Your hand roams slowly down your own body, doing your best to keep up your facade of sleep. Your thighs widen on the dorm mattress as your fingers slip under your little satin shorts.

Rafe reaches over to the nightstand, snagging some lube from the drawer. You never thought once about why he would rummage around there in the middle of the night, but now you can't stop.

How many times has he jerked off like this? With us here?

Your fingers meet your slit, making your stomach sink as you feel how absolutely soaked you are. For Rafe? You run your fingers through your wet folds, feeling the slightest bit of relief.

Rafe wraps his hand around his thick dick, eyes batting to a close as he starts to stroke. Fuck. I've only seen a cock before in porn… I didn't want to be completely untaught when Topper finally made his move.

Rafe's big… Shit. He's so fucking huge. His swollen head glistens with lube, somehow even harder after the touch of his own hand.

Your body aches; your gliding hand no longer doing the trick. Your fingers find their way down to your entrance, pressing inside, making you bite back a moan.

You start to match his pace, stuffing your fingers into your cunt at the same cadence. Rafe throws his head back on the pillow, making your heart skip as your name falls from his pretty lips.

My name? Me?

You feel your adrenaline course through your veins. Baffled that he would be choosing you from the roster of women he usually has in his bed, sometimes one, sometimes two.

Say it again...

“Bounce on my cock, Princess,” he grunts. It's not my name… but it's what Top calls me. Your wrist bumps against your clit. Ugh. That felt good. More.

You slip your other hand down your body, pressing against your nub, a feeling so good you can't help but release a breathy whine.

Topper moves out of the corner of your eye, making you stop dead in your tracks. He lets out a little snore. Guilt starts to creep in as you see him sleeping so peacefully, so sweetly, his messy blonde hair piled on his pillow.

But I can't fucking stop.

Your eyes quickly shift back to Rafe, making you jump slightly as you see him standing right in front of you, incredibly close. You take a little breath, eyes working higher on his body. His eyes lock on yours; his stare is dark and deep.

He grabs the comforter, peeling it off your body. You feel the chill of the wetness between your thighs, making your eyes fall low.

“M’gonna help you with that, princess. Don't worry,” he breathes; you can hear his cockiness through his hushed tone still.

“What do you mean? W-What are you doing?” You ask softly as he lowers his body on top of yours. You expel a breath as he presses himself against you.

Rafe buries himself in the crook of your neck, lips pressing against your hot skin. You take in his smell, his rich cologne clouding all your senses. “Let me help you,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. “Don't worry, Angel. Put my boxers on… Would hate to get that sweet pussy before Top does. Couldn't control myself otherwise.”

“Rafe… I-” You’re cut off by his lips, pressing roughly against yours, swallowing your gasp as he grinds his clothed cock against you.

He bumps your clit with his rock-hard bulge, swallowing your moan. “That’s it, huh? Feels good. Yeah?”

“Yeah. Y-Yeah,” you whimper.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he pants against your kiss.

It does… It feels good. So fucking good. Heat burns behind your eyes because of it, eyes glassing over the thought of doing this to Topper, so close to Topper.

“B-But Topper?”

If I wanted this to stop, all I'd have to do is say the word. All I'd have to do is call for Top, but all I want to do is scream for Rafe.

“Go ahead, baby. Wake him up. Say his name. Let me deal with him. Yeah? Or, I could just deal with you...”

“I don't know, Rafe.”

“Good friends share, sweetheart.”

“Rafe...”

“Stop actin’ so innocent. Like you weren't watching me stroke my cock. Like I couldn't hear that wet little pussy from over there,” he hisses as he grinds harder into you. “Caught’cha, didn't I?” He smiles against your lips, making heat spread across your body.

Rafe releases a moan, then another, getting off on you and you on him. You reach around his body, tugging slightly at the elastic of his boxers.

“You trying to take ‘em off, Princess?” He taunts. “Nah… Not today. Gonna get you just like this. But, tonight… You gonna let me taste you tonight, baby?”

“Yeah…”

He chuckles darkly, making chills fall down your body straight to your aching core.

“Naughty little thing. Aren't you?”

Rafe rolls his hips again and again, grinding his clothed cock against your sex as you whimper in sensitivity. “Can feel how wet you are through my boxers. Bet your panties are soaked, you little slut.”

Your back arches at the sounds of his devilish words. The tears in your eyes tumble down your cheeks as you feel your climax about to overtake you. Rafe's blue jean eyes soften on yours. “Hey… Hey. It's gonna be okay,” he soothes. “You gonna cum?” He asks between gentle kisses.

Your teeth sink into your plump bottom lip, eyes rolling back in your skull. “Cum for me, angel,” he whispers as he draws up your shirt higher.

He grips his cock. His ruddy head leaking at the tip. Rafe lowers himself to your ear as he continues to rut.

“I’m gonna… Fuck, Rafe,” you whisper, digging your heels into the mattress as you hold back your blissful cries. You moan his name as your pussy flutters around nothing.

Rafe answers with your name on his lips, hot wet ropes of cum landing on your bare skin. Rafe reaches down, running two ringed fingers through his spent.

“Open.” You open your mouth, Rafe's digits making their way in between. “Suck.” You suck on his fingers all the way to his gold rings, tasting cum for the first time. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

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[princessslutt]

heyy, could you do sm with reader who is addict to make up and she buys a new lip plumper and give rafe a kiss, how would he react to the burning feeling ?

you had been begging and begging rafe to go shopping with you today, he promised you after he got all of his work down he would take you out to go shopping.

“rafeyyyy — cmon I’m bored! you’ve been working alllll day” he hadn’t really been working all day, you just really wanted to get out of the house.

“oh yeah, let’s over exaggerate it, princess.” you could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, and the way his jaw clenched. you huffed and stomped away to lay in your queen sized bed, that he bought you.

you were spoiled, got everything you wanted — anything that you laid your eyes on was yours. so when rafe told you to be patient you had absolutely none of it.

instead of acting like a brat, you decided to be good for rafe and sit still like a good girl.

you must have been waiting for awhile because you had fallen asleep. only to be woken up with rafe carrying you to the car.

“said you wanted to go shopping, that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.” you got overly excited because you had been wanting a new lip plumper for awhile because you ran out of your favorite one.

when you arrived at the mall, he followed you to the makeup store, arms crossed.

“rafe look! it’s the one i ran out of — can i get it please?” you whined, but how could he say no to you? he nodded his head and just rolled his eyes.

when he takes his card out to pay for the product you wait patiently for him to give it back to you.

you leave the store, practically running to the car to flip down the mirror in the passenger seat and apply it.

it was exactly the same one you had ran out of. the sparkly, the shine it laid on your lips.

rafe just though you were a ray of sunshine, he loved buying you new things.

“thank you rafey — thank you so much!!!” you smile, leaning over the center console and kissing him right on his perky lips.

“sweetheart, why – why is it burning?” you giggle at his words, rolling your eyes and smiling.

“it’s lip plumper silly. it’s supposed to tingle on your lips!” he glares at you, finding it impossible for a lip gloss to do that to your lips.

“never kiss me again with that on your lips.” he starts to drive and shakes his head.

you pout, even though he was just playing.

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[fiction-is-life]

oh my gosh i just had this idea but what about Topper with Rose's daughter (not wards,relationship before him). Topper and Sarah didn't happen. and like she is really close with Wheezie and Rafe?? and a cute mother/daughter relationship for her and Rose please??

A Little Push

Summary:  Topper and (Y/N) need a little help to accept what they feel for each other.  

Requested: I hope this is what you wanted, love!!  

Warnings: Fluff, awkwardness, endearingly annoying siblings, super long 

“So, (Y/N), what’s new with you?” Her step-dad, Ward, asked her as the whole family was sitting at dinner.  (Y/N) had just taken a bite of the chicken dish their cook had made, and her little sister took advantage of her inability to speak to do what little sisters do - embarrass her.

“She has a crush,” Wheezie gushed, an evil glint in her eye.  (Y/N) glared at her sister, still chewing.

Rose raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her smile hidden so as to not embarrass her daughter more, sharing a look with her husband.  “Really?  Who is this Casanova?” she asked, taking a sip of her Chardonnay.  

“Topper, obviously,” Sarah spoke up with a grin, earning a glare from (Y/N) as well.  Sometimes (Y/N) really hated having sisters.

Ward smiled, “Topper?” He thought for a minute before nodding his head as if he had decided something of great importance.  “I suppose he is good enough for my daughter.”

(Y/N) shrunk in embarrassment even as she swelled with pride at Ward’s words; he had never made a distinction in how he viewed her even if she was his step-daughter.  He had been the only father figure in her life since her biological dad wanted nothing to do with her and Rose; she had even taken his last name when her mom married him.  (Y/N) looked down at her plate, pushing her food around with her fork absently.  “I do not…” she protested, but she lacked conviction.

Sarah knocked into her shoulder lightly from where she sat beside her.  “Oh, come on, (Y/N/N), there’s nothing to be shy about.  Topper totally likes you too, right, Rafe?”  The blonde looked at her brother who just so happened to also be best friends with Topper.  

“While usually I would never break bro code and tell a girl if a guy liked them, you’re my sister, so I’ll tell you…” Rafe spoke.  He gave a dramatic pause before finishing his statement, making (Y/N) squirm which her parents noticed.  “He totally is head over heels for you.  Like, the guy never shuts up about you,” Rafe explained, his slightly bored expression that he usually wore present on his face.  

(Y/N) bit the side of her cheek and pursed her lips to try to hide her smile because she knew her family would never let her live it down if they could prove they were right.  Once she had more control over her face, she looked up, saying earnestly, “I swear I don’t like him.  We are just friends.”

Everyone at the table wore the same exact sly smile, but none of them said anything, finally giving her a break.  She was grateful that they had dropped the subject.  However, Wheezie had to have the last word on any topic, so she added, “We’ll just have to see how you react tomorrow at the garden party.”  She stuffed a bite of chicken into her mouth, continuing to talk around it, “By the way, can I borrow your purple sundress and white sandals?  I have to look better than Mackenzie.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Sure, Wheeze.”  Tomorrow was going to be torture.

~

A persistent knocking was heard on the bathroom door the next morning.  “Just a second, Wheeze, then I will get my shoes for you!” (Y/N) shouted, assuming that it was the young teen who was bothering her.  

“It’s not Wheezie, it’s me,” her mother said.  (Y/N) could hear her laugh through the door before continuing, “I think Wheezie already got what she wanted, plus a piece or two of Sarah’s jewelry.” 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes good naturedly, opening the door, “Of course she did.  What do you need, mom?”

Rose smiled, looking at the outfit (Y/N) decided to wear, noting that it was both new and one of (Y/N)’s favorites because of how it flattered her.  “I just wanted to see if you needed to talk or anything.  About boys maybe…” Her mom trailed off, her eyes glowing with a deceptive innocence.  

(Y/N) groaned, “Mom…”

Rose threw her hands up in surrender, “I know, I know.  I just want you to know that I am always here to talk, but I know talking to your mom is not always what teenage girls want to do.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, contemplating whether she wanted to open up or not - talking about it would make it real and she wasn’t sure if she wanted that.  But who else would understand?  She wasn’t as outgoing as Sarah who would tell her just to ask him out herself, and Wheezie was too young.  And she definitely wasn’t gonna tell Rafe; as close as they were, they usually bonded over sports, not talks about boys.  Also, he was still her big brother, and he would torment her endlessly about liking his best friend.  She was out of options.  (Y/N) sighed, relenting, “Fine, but there’s not much to say.  I really like Topper, but he definitely doesn’t like me back.”  She shrugged, going back to fixing her hair.  

Rose leaned her hip against the counter.  “Well, how are you so sure he doesn’t like you, sweetheart?”

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders again, brushing her hair with a bit more intensity than she meant to.  “Because he never notices me.  If he liked me, he would seek me out, but he doesn’t,” she spat.  “He always just stays with Rafe and Kelce.”  

“Well, maybe he just gets shy around you.  You are his best friend’s sister, after all,” Rose offered.  

(Y/N) put the brush down, signalling that she was done with the conversation.  “I should go see if Wheezie needs help,” she stated before walking out of the room before her mom could ask any more probing questions.

~

“Hey, (Y/N), how are you?”  It was him.  Topper.  Thornton.  At the punch table with her.  He looked so incredibly handsome wearing a turquoise button down shirt that brought out the color of his eyes.  

She smiled broadly, “Hey, Topper, I’m good, how are you?”  She wanted to add something cute and clever, but her mind could barely come up with the proper reply to the traditional greeting he gave her.

He smiled charmingly, “I’m better now that I see you.���  

She nodded, a close-lipped smile on her face accompanied by wide eyes.  “Cool,” she squeaked, taking her drink and quickly crossing the lawn to where her family was lounging, mentally chastising herself the whole way there.  She plopped down between Sarah and Wheezie with a huff.

Sarah looked from her sister back to the punch table where Topper looked both confused and hurt, his lips formed into a pout and his forehead scrunched up.  Sarah turned back to (Y/N), noting her wide eyes and panicked breathing.  “What happened, (Y/N/N)?  Why does Topper look like you just kicked his puppy after stealing his ice cream cone?” she asked, tilting her sunglasses down to raise a scolding eyebrow at (Y/N).

(Y/N) threw her head back onto the lounge chair, groaning, “I am too awkward to exist on this planet, that’s what happened.”  Wheezie put down her phone at (Y/N)’s pitiful tone, genuinely worried since (Y/N) usually didn’t express her feelings out loud.  

Sarah was worried too, and she knew the only way that the day would end happily for everyone was to step in herself.  However, Sarah Cameron was not known for her tact, but perhaps a lack of couth was just what both parties needed.  Without notice, Sarah stood up, saying, “I’m thirsty,” and walked to the punch table.  

~

God, Topper felt so stupid.  She probably hates me now, he thought.  He took a sip of his punch, wishing it could transport him to anywhere but this stupid party.  Next thing he knew he was hit on the back, making him choke on his drink.  Once he regained order over his own body, he turned to see who had hit him, assuming Rafe or Kelce, but he was completely taken aback when he saw Sarah Cameron in front of him, looking like a stern school teacher with her arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping on the grass.  

“Topper, you like (Y/N), right?” she asked.  She didn’t give him time to think, so his nod in the affirmative was unguardedly truthful.  “Good, (Y/N) likes you too, but she is too shy to show it.  You need to make the first move and ask her out.”  Sarah started to walk away, but before she could get more than three steps away, she snapped her fingers, remembering something.  “Oo, also, she likes walking on the beach at sunset - just so you know.”  She smiled, walking back to the lounge chairs where the Camerons were congregated.

Topper grinned, his heart filling with hope.  He straightened his shirt, running his hand through his hair to make sure it still looked okay.  He now had a plan.  

~

When Sarah returned to her sisters, (Y/N) was still in a slightly catatonic state, but she mustered up the energy to ask, “What are you up to, Sarah?”

Sarah just smirked, saying, “Nothing, I was just really thirsty all of a sudden.”  However, (Y/N) would have noticed if her eyes were open that Sarah didn’t even hold a drink in her hand, but she did wink at Wheezie, signalling that she had a trick up her sleeve.  “Hey, Wheeze, how about we go get some food,” she asked, but it was definitely not a request.

Wheezie jumped up quickly, saying, “Yeah, I’m starved!  We’ll get you something, (Y/N/N), since you just sat down.”

Sarah also got up, saying absently, “Yeah, we will.  Hey, Rafe!”  Getting her brother’s attention, she motioned him over, “Come get food with us.”  Seeing his readiness to resist her command, she added, “Now,” with a subtle nod to (Y/N).  When Rafe saw his step-sister’s state, he nodded - although he was still confused - and followed Sarah and Wheezie into the house to get food.  

~

(Y/N) stirred when she heard somebody sit beside her a few minutes later.  “Were there any crostinis in the house?” she asked, rolling her head to the side on the back of the chair, not caring if it messed up her hair before opening her eyes.

Topper’s blue eyes and perfect bone structure met her gaze instead of one of her siblings’ faces.  “I think I saw some earlier.  Do you want to go get some food with me and we can check?”  He looked down, taking a deep breath, before meeting her hopeful gaze again, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.  She leaned a little closer towards him in order to catch what he said next, “And maybe if that goes well, we can go on a date?  Maybe to the Island Club?”

(Y/N) felt like she could cry from happiness.  “That sounds nice; I guess it’s a date?” she giggled.

He smiled, too, letting it light up his whole face, “I guess it is.  I’ll pick you up at 6:30 on Wednesday?”  

“Sounds great,” she breathed, beaming.

~

It was a good thing Tanneyhill was slightly removed from its neighbors because from the sounds emerging from it, one could easily think that somebody was getting murdered in the house on that Wednesday evening.  The reality was far worse.  Ward and Rafe had sequestered themselves in the study as all four females of the house descended upon (Y/N)’s closet, helping her decide what to wear for her date.

“A black dress is so classic.”

“She’s going on a first date, not to her third husband’s funeral, Rose.”

“But she looks so good in this dress.”

“But she would look even better in this green dress.”

“Why can’t she wear blue?  I bet Topper shows up in blue.  He looks really good in blue.”

“That’s true, Wheeze, how about you go ask Rafe to snapchat Topper and see what shirt he’s wearing.”

“On it!”

“Wait, do we want her to match or just compliment because if it’s the second, then the green or the purple would look better.”

“Oo, good point, Rose.  Maybe we need a man’s opinion.  I’ll text Wheezie to send dad and Rafe up.”

“Good idea.  (Y/N), honey, can you put on the green dress, your dad and Rafe are coming up.”

“Topper is wearing blue! Rafe was being a butt, though, and wouldn’t let me see at first.”

“Are the boys coming up, Wheezie?”

“Yeah, I stole Rafe’s phone, so they’re both right behind me.”

“Oh, good!”

“Wheezie, give me my -”

“Ready!” (Y/N) stepped out of her closet, a pale yellow fit and flare dress hugging her curves.  Half of her hair was loosely pulled back in a bun, and the rest fell down her back in waves.  She twirled slightly, a shy smile on her face.  “How do I look?”  

Her entire family smiled, saying in unison, “Perfect!” 

Downstairs, the doorbell was heard.  “He’s here!” (Y/N) squealed, her anxiety returning.

Rafe moved towards the door, “I’ll go get the door, (Y/N/N).  There’s no need to worry, though, it’s just Topper.”

After she heard Rafe open the door, she took a deep breath, straightened her dress even though it didn’t need it, and headed down the stairs.  As she made her way down the winding staircase, she watched her feet, trying not to trip.  She only looked up when she reached the bottom, finally noting Topper’s awestruck appearance.  Rafe was nowhere to be seen, now.

His lips curled into a shy smile, “You look beautiful, (Y/N).”

She smiled, doing a little twist and biting her lip, “Thank you.  You look really beautiful as well.”  Her eyes widened, “I mean handsome; you look handsome, Topper.”

He chuckled, “Thank you.  Are you ready to go?  I made us a reservation at the Island Club.”

“That sounds perfect.  Let’s get going!”

~

“So you lost your swim trunks?”  (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, drawing quite a bit of attention to she and Topper.

He chuckled, too, “Yeah, I had to find them before anyone noticed.  Ever since then, I make sure they are tied tight for surf competitions.”  The date was going splendidly, any awkwardness forgotten as the couple settled into easy conversation.  

(Y/N) sipped on her drink, finally getting a hold of herself, “That’s nothing.  One time my pants split at recess while on the swings, and I had to wear my uncle’s pants for the rest of the day because he was the only one available to get me clothes.  They were huge on me.  At least you had the coverage of water.”

Topper laughed, “I don’t know, mine was pretty bad; there were TV cameras and stuff there.”

“Oof, you didn’t say that before.  Yours was definitely worse then.”  Her eyes almost closed from how hard she was laughing, and Topper thought it must be the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.  He couldn’t even be distracted enough from the pretty young woman before him to act condescending to JJ Maybank when he brought them their check.

When Topper brought out his credit card to pay the bill, (Y/N)’s lips formed a small frown, “Aww, I’m not ready for the night to be over.  I’m having a really good time with you.”

Topper smirked, “Well, then I guess it’s good that I planned something else, too.”  He held out his hand for her to take, and she grasped it eagerly, curious as to what he had planned.

~

She didn’t have to wait long to find out.  Topper quickly drove to a smaller beach that only locals frequented.  It was deserted by this time in the evening,as the colors of the sunset were just starting to reflect on the water, pink mixing with blue to create a soft, romantic atmosphere.  (Y/N) couldn’t help but think that it was the most picturesque sunset she had ever witnessed in all her life as she walked barefooted with Topper, holding onto his arm with both of her hands.

“I’m really glad Sarah told me about your feelings.  Otherwise I probably would never have worked up the courage to finally ask you out.  Knowing that you liked me too was even enough for me to endure Rafe’s speech about not messing things up and hurting you.”  He looked into her eyes, “Not that I would ever do something to hurt you on purpose.”

(Y/N) bit her lip with her two front teeth, “Rafe did that?  I’m so sorry…”

Topper grinned, “Course he did, isn’t that what older brothers do?  I’m just glad I didn’t get the combined force of him and Ward.  Rafe threatening to throw me to the gators was plenty of warning, ” he teased.

(Y/N) laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a little more nerve-wracking, but I’m glad you didn’t let it deter you.”

He squeezed one of her hands resting on his arm, “Never.  You mean too much to me.”  

They walked in a comfortable silence back to his Jeep once the sun had set completely, basking in each other’s presence.  On the ride back to Tanneyhill, soft music from the early 1960’s accompanied their conversation, aiding in their attempt to know the other better.  Neither of them wanted the night to end, but, alas, the car ride was over much too quickly.

Topper walked her to the front door, both knowing what they wanted to happen next, but neither knowing how to achieve it.  Topper scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick (Y/N) had noticed he employed often, “Hey (Y/N), would you maybe want to be my date to Midsummer’s?”

She beamed - that event was not even on her radar yet, but she couldn’t be more glad that he was thinking even a month and a half into their future.  She decided to be bold, “I would love to, but maybe we should go on a few more dates before then?”

Topper sighed, relieved, “You read my mind.”  

They stood there for another half a minute, “Well, I should probably go in…”  She turned to open the door, but Topper grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Wait! I…”  Topper stammered.

“Yes?”  (Y/N) looked at him, her eyes brimming with hope, giving Topper the courage he lacked.

“May I kiss you?” he asked softly, brushing a piece of hair that had come loose from the breezy night behind her ear.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe her ears, a small, content smile gracing her face.  “You may,” she whispered back.  At her permission, he raised a hand to cup her face, running his thumb lightly over her smooth skin, leaning in as he did so.  When he was only a few inches from her face, his eyes flickered up to hers, making sure she still wanted his kiss.  When she gave no indication that he should stop, he closed the remaining distance between them.  The kiss was feather-light, his lips moving over hers as gently as a whisper of a summer breeze, but it still sent a lightning-like thrill all the way to her toes.  It was over all too soon, yet it was still everything she could have wished for for her first kiss.

As her eyes fluttered open, she felt rather than heard Topper whisper, “Wow.”

She bit her lip, her shyness returning, “Wow, indeed.  Thank you again, Topper.  Have a great rest of your night.”  She turned to the door again, but her body changed its plan before she reached it, quickly turning back to where he stood, raising up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek.  Giggling, she pulled back and finally ran into her house, surprised at her boldness.  

For his part, Topper was on Cloud 9, slowly walking to his Jeep, looking back at the building that now hid her from his view like a lovestruck fool every step of the way.  He finally shook himself back into the present and started his truck when he heard the muffled squeals of the women now surrounding her, excited that the date had gone well enough to culminate in not one but two kisses goodnight.

~

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[ervotica]

First, congrats on 2k! It is well deserved.

Second, for the kink wheel: sharing, with JJ Maybank and topper Thornton? If you’re not cool with those two, I’m also okay with Rafe and Topper 😉

i'm gunna do rafetopper for this particular one just because i have a very specific scenario in mind i feel suits them better, but feel free to send me another jj and topper one baby!!

warnings; poly!rafetopper x reader, dark!rafe + soft!dark!topper, drug use (r is explicitly stated to have done coke, rafe is sorta implied), heavy petting, making out, no actual smut but it is implied, 18+ only

a/n; oh this is sooo... i love them. pls pls i am BEGGING for requests of these two now they're sexy asf

Thick fingers curl around the circumference of your ribcage, peeling slick lips away from his own; you preen angrily at Rafe beneath you, jerking your chin indignantly when he reaches towards your face to anchor your gaze to his own.

"How aren't you tired, hm? Been at this for far too long, kid."

You bounce on your bum, rocking back on your heels where you're perched upon Rafe's lap on the couch; you're smacking away the hands that work to push you to the edge of his knees, effectively drawing you away from his kiss-bitten lips.

"You're done. You're cut off," he grouses, vexed stare meeting Topper's when he hooks two hands beneath your armpits and lifts you off of Rafe's lap. "Fuckin' take her. She's fuckin' relentless. Brat."

"Hey!" you whine, already squirming at the digits curling at the dip of your waist, drawing you into a different - but just as familiar - chest.

"Easy," Topper laughs, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips when you push yourself up onto tiptoes in voyage for a kiss. He grants your wish, taken aback at the way your lips slant hungrily over his own, but pulls away far too soon to quirk a brow at Rafe accusingly.

"Why is the kid vibrating out of her skin?" he asks, a crooked finger pointing at the older boy. "What'd you give her?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, disinterest oozing from his every pore when his thighs spread, lounging back on the couch. "Jus' gave her some blow. It's not a big deal, Top."

By this point you're clambering up Topper's front, elbows hooked tightly around his neck as you attempt to climb and secure your legs around him. Perspiration clings to your neck, clammy when Topper's palm comes to rest there and his other arm loops under your bum until you're lifted up and into his grasp.

"It is a big deal!" he grumbles. "She's gonna be wired all fuckin' night, now."

"Why'd you always do this?" you trill wetly, head dipping to mouth at the curve of Topper's jaw. "I didn't do anything!"

"'s not your fault, baby," Topper assents, planting himself on the other end of the couch; you shuffle forward in his lap, lips spilling into a pout as you chase his mouth once again.

He's soon lost in it, dazed from the feeling of your mouth suckling at him, manicured nails scratching at the sensitive skin at his nape. The only sound Rafe can focus on is the smacking of spit-slick lips, Topper's groan and your gentle mewl when his tongue ventures further, licking into your mouth.

"That's enough," Rafe gripes, one roughened hand slipping beneath your miniskirt to swat at the dimpled flesh of your bum. "Give her back now."

Topper pulls back, heaving, to glare daggers at the other boy. "No way. I just got her!"

"Seriously, just let me have her."

"No-"

Their voices begin to mesh and blend into one cacophony of noise, and you're frowning when Rafe's hands settle against the jut of your hipbones to snatch you away. He doesn't give you time to begin a string of petulant complaints, lips ensnaring your own in a fervent act of pure lust. You go pliant and soft, allowing your lips to part and make room for the wet muscle of his tongue that prods at the opening of your mouth, vying for entrance.

"Attagirl," he murmurs, a sweaty palm cupping the side of your face to draw you closer, other hand pinching at one pert nipple through the flimsy material of your shirt.

He pulls away to admire your half lidded eyes, clouded over with need as you absentmindedly rut yourself into Rafe's lap, tent in his pants growing by the second.

"Let's take her home. How does that sound?" Rafe asks.

For the first time that evening, the two boys are in agreement.

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[drewstarkeydaily]

Can we come to an agreement that he is the sexiest guy on the planet ⁉️ 😫

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[rafesgoldrings]

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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[avenging-fandoms]

kook princess!yn inviting jj to midsummers as her date 🤭😏 and kie sees and she's all 🥹 bc she knows how much jj likes you and you're giving him a chance

**long post, i got carried away LMAOO **i just love jj in love with a kook so i wrote A LOT *smut! (f!receiving)

*events are different from what happened at Midsummers in the show

-

"I don't know, Kie. He's going to say no" Your knee was leaned up against the door, arm resting on the open window as Kiara drove.

"Yn, I promise you with every cell in my body, JJ is not going to say no to you. You don't hear him when it's just me and him" She smirks and you look at her over your sunglasses. "He goes on and on about how beautiful and smart you are. He stalks your Instagram all the time"

"Why to only you?" You ask and she hits the brakes at a red light. She looks at you and you nod. "Kook fucking princess" You mumble, rolling your eyes. "You know, I didn't start that. Rafe Cameron started it because he thinks we're going to get married, just because our dads are friends!"

"Yeah, Rafe is pretty fucking scary" Kiara spoke through her teeth and pulled into JJ's place. You unclick your seatbelt and Kiara grabs your arm. "Listen, you're one of my best friends, since diapers, so I'll be honest with you" you look at her and her eyes adjust. "I know you're finally giving JJ a chance, but if you hurt him, I will end you"

You smile, saluting Kiara. "Sir yes sir" You both laugh and you get out. You follow Kiara to the door and she knocked. JJ opened the door without a shirt and a beer bottle in hand, sunglasses on the tip of his nose and his eyes immediately catch yours. "Hi JJ"

He couldn't say anything, he just smiled. Kiara smacked his forehead as she walked in, and he moved so you could get in. You thank him and look around, a soft smile on your face. "I uh.. I'm sorry for the mess. This isn't how-"

"JJ," you touch his shoulder and he looks at you. "Relax. I don't care about that. I'm not that type of person to judge, despite what others might think" You shove your hands in your back pockets, eyes falling down his chest then quickly back to his eyes.

JJ quickly put on his tank top, his chest and stomach still very visible and you couldn't help but stare. "Do you want anything to drink?" your eyes fall on what was in his hand. "They're outside. Kie, you want one?" JJ opened the door for you and you looked at her.

"No, I'm gonna use the bathroom. I'll be right there" JJ nods and turns away from her, and she winks and gives you a thumbs up before you and JJ head to his backyard.

"It's nice back here, JJ" you compliment and he thanks you, handing you a beer. You thank him and try to twist it off and he hums as he takes a sip of his.

"Here, let me open it" JJ used his ring to pop the bottle open, and you smile to yourself. He hands it to you and you inhale. "What?"

"That was just the hottest thing I've ever see" your eyes widen at the word vomit, taking a big sip of your drink. You gasp for air and JJ chuckles, cheeks beet red.

"Wanna go to the dock?" JJ nods towards the water and you nod, following closely next to him. "Hottest thing you've ever seen, huh?"

"Oh please, your cheeks were hotter"

"That was a good one, princess" You roll your eyes and sit at the edge of the dock, taking your sandals off. JJ did the same, his leg pressed against yours as you both drink. "Why did you come here?" JJ asked and you raise your eyebrows, setting your beer next to you while you leaned on your hands.

"Wow, alright"

"No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. you haven't really chosen to hang with us.. or me before" You look at JJ, squinting from the sun. You suck up your pride and sit up straight, looking at JJ.

"Well.. you know about Midsummers, right?" JJ nods, eyes watching you contently. You take a sip of your beer, a droplet of condensation falling on your chest and JJ couldn't help but watch it fall.

"Uh, yeah. Midsummers. I..I think I'm working it"

"Well.." you crossed your leg over your knee, your foot hitting his shin, his chest moving quicker. "Why don't you not work that night, and come with me. As my.. date"

"Yes, absolutely. That..that sounds amazing. I'll quit so I don't work that night" JJ rambled and you laughed, placing a hand on his thigh. His mouth fell into a straight line.

"You're not going to quit your job, JMay"

"JMay?"

"Yeah, that's my nickname for you"

"JMay. Out of anything in the world"

"Out of JJ?! Your name is a nickname!" you both laugh and you kept your eyes on him a little longer. "Kiara told me about your crush on me" his head snapped towards you and you smile. "She only told me because I told her I thought you were cute and to give you my number"

"Hmm.. did she tell you about Instagram?" You nod and he nods along with you, sucking his teeth. "So you wanted me first, princess?"

"God, I hate that nickname. Please don't use it again"

It's like you showed JJ all your buttons and said, 'push them.'

"So sorry. Anyway, what made you decide to take me to Midsummers? Needed a prince.." he leaned into you and you shook your head. "'Cause you're a princess"

You grab his shoulders and push him into the water. You laugh as he pops back up, leaning down. “I could’ve had Rafe Cameron take me”

“Yeah like you’d go for that psycho” JJ pulled himself up onto the dock, grabbing onto your belt loops and pulling you in with him. He still held onto you as he spun you in the water.

"Jokes on you," You pull your shirt off and toss it at his face, a bathing suit underneath your clothes. "I came prepared" you pushed his hands away and took off your shorts, throwing them on the dock. JJ did the same, throwing your shirt and his on the dock.

You and JJ hung out in the water for a little bit, splashing, dunking each other, everything. You both hop back up on the dock and you lay on your back, closing your eyes and letting the sun dry you.

JJ laid next to you, his pinky inches from yours. "You never answered my question from before"

"What was it again? I was too busy pushing you in the water"

"Why me?" You blocked the sun with your hands, looking at JJ. He looked back at you, searching for an answer in your eyes.

"You're.. like a breath of fresh air" You answer honestly, and he smiles softly. "I know that sounds crazy 'cause I've only been around you a few times. Very short, due to being berated by your friends, but you're just so.. I don't know"

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment. I just hope it blows over well with the other Kooks"

"Fuck the other Kooks, you only have to worry about impressing me" you wink at him. "I have to use the bathroom, and figure out where the hell Kiara is"

JJ nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing in the sun again. You open the screen door, the floor creaking underneath your feet. "Kie?" You looked around the kitchen and living room, repeatedly calling her name. You looked in the front of his house, and her car was gone.

'Be back at 5 :)'

A note taped to the doorway. You roll your eyes and smile, knowing you should've guessed she would have done this. You walk down the hallway of JJ's and spy his room, opening it and stepping inside.

You look around his room. Bracelets, shoes, clothes everywhere. Beer cans, wrappers. Typical teen boy room. You find a shirt in his drawer and put it over your body, finding his sunglasses and putting those on.

You head back outside with two more beers, holding the can over JJ's face and letting the condensation fall on his face. "Hey!"

"Kiara left, she'll be back at 5. Probably so we can get ready for Midsummers" You hand him the beer and he watches you in awe as you sit next to him.

"Is.. uh.. that my shirt?"

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind I borrowed the sunnies too" You smile and he shakes his head, sipping his beer.

"It's just.. that is the hottest thing I've ever seen" He teases and you laugh.

"Touché, Maybank"

-

You nearly beat Kiara up as she came back to pick you up. "I see you're wearing his shirt"

"We didn't do anything. We just sat in his backyard after taking an impromptu swim and talked. Got to really know each other" You leaned your elbow on the window and tried to hide your smile behind your hand.

"You bitch, you're blushing!" She slaps your arm and you laugh. She pulls into your driveway and you grab your bag. “You’re welcome!” She shouts out the window and you flip her off.

“Hey, where have you been? Whose shirt is that?” Topper asked and you rolled your eyes.

“None of your business, Topper. Go get ready for your grand entrance with Sarah Cameron” You reply sarcastically, heading up the stairs.

You hated your brother. You hated that he was your mother’s bitch and you hated that she bought into it. She wasn’t too keen on you, because you didn’t obey her every command.

You head upstairs and get in the shower, smiling at the day you had with JJ. You get out and head into your room, doing your hair and makeup before putting on your dress. You do a twirl in the mirror and smile, putting on the flower crown your mother insisted your wear.

You put on your shoes and waited for Kiara's text. You heard footsteps walking past your door, praying no one came in. Kiara texted she arrived and you turn on your music softly, leaving out your patio slowly.

You heard the car door as you climbed down the ladder, JJ catching your waist as you slipped off the last step. You step away from him and swipe your hands down your dress, smoothing it out and you look at JJ.

“Looking good, JMay” you wink and he smiles, fixing your hair that was stuck in your crown. His thumb rubbed over your cheek, nodding.

"Looking beautiful, princess" you roll your eyes and JJ holds his hand out towards the car and follows you, opening the passenger door open for you.

You thank him with a smile and he closes the door for you. Kiara gives him a sly high five as she gets in the car, JJ behind you. She sped off and you saw Topper in the rearview mirror, draping your hand out the window and giving him the finger.

-

Kiara turned her car off and you unbuckle your seatbelt, JJ rushing out of the car and opening your door. You take his arm as he closes the door, holding his bicep and you two walked into the party.

Eyes were on you. Not only because you looked amazing, but because you were holding onto a Pogue. You felt JJ's arm start to tremble and you place a hand on his chest, his eyes meeting yours.

"No one but me, JJ" you say softly and he nods. You place your hand on top of the one around his bicep, taking him to the bar area. "Hey, Rachel! How are you?" you wave to your friend and she waves back, smile dropping a bit when she saw JJ. You grab a champagne glass and hand it to JJ and one for yourself.

"Can we go find somewhere quiet to sit?" He asks in your ear, and you nod.

"Of course, JJ. Here, I know a spot" You took his hand and trailed him to your spot you always snuck away to during parties. You two sat on the log and you took off your shoes, pulling up your dress and resting your feet on the sand. "Are you alright?"

"Just.. not the biggest fans of Kooks" He sighed and downed his champagne, putting the glass in the grass behind him under the little rock cave. You look at the water, shaking your head.

"I knew it was a bad idea bringing you. The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable and that's exactly what I did. I'm sorry, JJ"

"No, Yn, I'm happy I came with you" JJ moved closer to you and placed a hand on your leg. "It's just we're very different"

"Only where we come from, JJ" You whisper, eyes on his lips. "I'm glad to be learning more about you"

"Same.. Yn.." His breathing got choppy. His fingers tighten on your thigh. He was getting closer. He was getting nervous.

"The cool, punk Pogue JJ Maybank.." your fingers trail over his shoulder, down his chest. "All nervous to kiss a Kook"

JJ smiled and held your face, kissing you slowly. Your fingers grab his shirt, pulling him in closer and his hand pushed up your dress, and you sat on his thigh. Your hand combed through his hair, his hand rubbing your back.

You pull away, fingers touching his chin as he looked at you with heavy eyes. "Why stop, princess?"

"Because I have something that will calm you down" You bend over and grab your clutch, JJ rubbing your back. You sat back up and opened it, his cheek on your shoulder. You pulled out 3 joints in a sandwich baggie and JJ looked like a kid in a candy store.

You stood up and went under the rock cave, laying in the grass as you lit a joint in your mouth. JJ smiled in victory, laying down next to you, you take a big hit and hold it in, holding the joint to JJ's mouth and exhaling as he inhaled.

You two shared 2 each, and you both weren't nervous anymore. You were giggling, sharing stories, getting to know each other better. "Okay, personal question" JJ coughed and you look at him. "Out of the guys you hooked up with, who was the worst at giving you head?"

"Wow, Maybank" you laugh and lay back on your elbows, thinking. "I don't think I've had a guy do that. They usually just want head or to fuck, but they never pleasured me. Why didn't I say anything?"

"So you never experienced it because they were too stupid to go down on a beautiful girl like you? What morons" He laughs and you inhale sharply, suddenly getting a boost of confidence.

"Do you know how to do it?" You ask and he looks at you with soft eyes.

"I do. Why do you wanna know?" His body got closer to yours, hand rubbing over your chest and holding your neck. "Do you want me to show you?"

"Y-yes JJ"

"Look at that, the stuck-up, princess Kook. All nervous, just for me" He taunted you and you groan, kissing him roughly and grabbing his hand. You kissed him sloppily as his hand touched your inner thigh, pushing his palm into your thigh and you flop on your back.

"J.." You mumble against his lips and he smiles, his hand reaching your pussy. His finger rubbed up and down your folds outside of your underwear, and you stifle a moan.

"Let me hear you, princess" he kissed your neck and pushed his fingers into your underwear, sliding his middle finger and ring finger into you.

"Fuck, JJ" You moan and grip his hair as he kissed your chest. He moved in between your legs, disappearing underneath your dress. You ripped grass up in your hands and your back arched as he spread your legs and licked a bold stripe up.

JJ knew what he was doing. Every nerve, every pace. He knew exactly what to do.

His tongue worked on your clit while he pumped his fingers into you. Your body twisted and you sat up on your elbows again, pulling your dress up and you bite your lip as your eyes meet his.

"You taste so delicious" JJ breathed and kissed you, fingers still fucking you and you hum into his mouth. "Are you gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Yes, JJ, fuck" your arm wraps around his neck and bury his face in your chest, scratching his back as you came on his fingers. You let out a loud moan and JJ's hand covered your mouth, looking at you as he rode out your orgasm.

JJ pulled away and looked at you as he licked his fingers clean, a satisfied smile on your face. "God, JJ. I am so happy I asked you to come here with me"

"I'm glad you asked me too" He kissed you again and helped you up. You wiped him off and then he did you. He helped adjust your hair and crown, and you his hair.

You both head back to the party, your shoes clicking softly on the stone path. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, his arm draped over your back as you both walked back into the party.

Kiara caught you two and you gave her a wink, Kiara's eyes turning into hearts as she watched you two walk onto the dance floor. You connect your fingers behind his neck, his hands together behind your back as you both swayed to the music.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes. This is when you felt the most comfortable, in JJ's arms. He was so nice to be around, he never judged you.

You open your eyes as the song ends, finding Kiara and the three of you sat at a table to eat. You pick your eyes up and spot Topper looking directly at you.

"Oh, Jesus Christ" you roll your eyes and Topper comes over to you with Sarah trailing behind. "What do you want, dickhead?"

"Oh no, I didn't come over here for you. I came over here, for JJ" JJ's body visibly straightens, his eyes narrowing.

"What can I do for you, Top?"

"I'd like for you to leave my sister alone. She doesn't need to be dragged down to your level"

JJ stood up, his chair screeching across the floor. "Wow, Topper. For once, you care about your sister? How kind of you. But I promise, I'm taking better care of her than you ever could"

"Yeah?" Topper pushed JJ and you stood up, shoving Topper back.

"The fuck is your problem? You're not even my real brother, you never acted like it" You grit your teeth and Topper laughed, your eyes move to Sarah. "Control your mutt, Cameron"

Sarah looked you up and down, walking away with Topper. You look at JJ and hold his face, smiling. "Thanks for not fighting him. Here, at least"

"Anything for you, princess" He smiles and kisses you softly, the both of you sitting back down and digging into your meals. You ended the night with the 3 of you crashing at JJ's house, Pope also meeting up with you guys after he was done helping his dad.

You enjoyed being around the Pogues much more than your own family, and you hoped you stuck with them for a while.

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