#topper x you

[darkroomkisses]

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

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader

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

Words: 2.5k/proofread once!

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

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Part two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heat forming between your legs, wetness soaking your panties.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, no!” you whine out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You pant hard, trying to catch your breath.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She won’t remember a damn thing”  

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

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

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

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[cloveswifey]

Time wasted

Parings: Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader

Type: angst

Words: 342

Y/N was waiting at the restaurant for Topper, tapping her foot impatiently. They had made reservations for a romantic dinner date and had been looking forward to this for days. Finally, after 30 minutes of waiting, Topper strode in, looking charming and disarming as usual.

Y/N was fuming as Topper took a seat across from her.

Topper immediately sensed Y/N’s agitation and asked “what’s wrong.”

Y/N snapped, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that you’re late!”

Topper’s face fell for a moment, realizing how much of a blunder he had made. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I got held up with practice,” he said earnestly, hoping to smooth things over.

“That’s not a good enough excuse. We had plans, Topper. You could have let me know,” Y/N retorted, unable to calm down.

Topper understood Y/N's point, but he didn’t like being berated in public. “I get it, Y/N, but can we please just enjoy our dinner together? Let’s not ruin the night,” he pleaded.

But Y/N was not having any of it. “No, I’m not going to just forget about this. You disrespected me and my time.”

Topper sighed deeply, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise to make it up to you.”

The two finished dinner in what felt like an awkward silence, and Y/N soon realized that the night was ruined.

Y/N had waited so long for this date, had been so excited to share a meal with Topper, to talk to him, and to be with him. Instead, she felt disappointed, disrespected, and let down.

As they drove home, Y/N let their irritation with Topper simmer down to a slow boil.

They both knew they needed to have a conversation about their boundaries and respect for each other's time. She loved Topper, but they weren't willing to let him get away with disrespecting their time like that again. It was time to set some clear boundaries for their relationship.

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[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.

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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.

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Navigating Troubled Waters

Illicit Affairs: Part 1

Summary: Your relationship with Topper goes through troubled waters, ending in putting your relationship on a break. Comforting friends and a surprising hookup leaves you feeling better than had before.

Based off on the song Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift.

AN: This series has been a work in progress for weeks and I'm extremely proud of it :)

Warnings: mentions of arguments, hurt, cheating, a toxic relationship, sex, underage drinking.

Word Count: 3.9k

Note: This fic does not intend to condone cheating in any which way or form!

Thank you so much to @storytellingwitht for helping me out so much with this fic, I love you!

Topper and I had been dating for 6 months now. Sarah had been the one to set us up, her being best friends with me and good friends with Topper, she claimed that we'd be the perfect match. We were, kind of... Topper was a kind and committed boyfriend. He had his flaws, of course, I mean who doesn't?

Everything in our relationship had been smooth sailing so far, he was patient with me, never pushing any boundaries. He was the picture perfect boyfriend, but he was boring. Nothing about him excited me. Sure he'd surprise me with flowers, take me out for dinner every Monday night and would let me steal his hoodies. Again, picture perfect.

We rarely fought. The only fights we ever had was when he'd claim I was flirting with the Pogues when we were the boneyard. He'd always go on about how I was too touchy with JJ, Pope and Johb B when all I'd do is give them a hug hello and treat them like I do all my other friends, I think he was just annoyed because I didn't hate the Pogues like he did, I wasn't exactly a half Kook half Pogue like Kiara was, but I got on with the Pogues. I'd surfed with them on more than one occasion when Topper and his buddies were playing golf at the country club. I'd offered hundreds of times to teach my boyfriend how to surf because then I wouldn't have to make him jealous about me hanging out with people who wasn't him or weren't Kooks.

Our biggest fight yet occurred at his house at midday on a Saturday. Topper was saying that he wanted us to go to lunch with his parents, even though I already had plans with Pope to study. Even though we attended different schools, with Pope and the rest of the Pogues attending Kildare Country High School on The Cut, and Sarah and I attending a private school on Figure Eight, certain modules overlapped between both schools, most of them being in math, where Pope thrived and I, well... I didn't. Pope had offered that'd he'd help tutor me on the current geometry module that I was struggling with. He was always a night in shining armour when it came to anything book related, which Topper hated. He hated the Pogues with every fibre of his being and he hated that I needed Pope's help.

"Come on babe, I promised my parents we would go to lunch with them!", Topper was trying to persuade me to cancel my study plans with Pope so I could attend this last minute lunch with his parents.

"I don't why you promised that to them before consulting me about it. You knew I had plans to study with Pope, plans that I made last week, not this morning!", I was getting agitated at his constant last minute plans. I'd cancelled plans to surf with JJ a few months ago because Topper wanted to go to the country club with me for lunch. Then I'd cancelled plans with Kie last month, we were going to go for a beach walk to catch up and clean up the litter off the beach, but Topper had said he wanted to have a day in with me, watching movies, so I played the part of the good girlfriend and cancelled my plans with Kie. This wasn't the first time he was asking me to cancel my plans for him, and I know for a fact that it won't be the last.

"I promised them because I thought I could rely on you to be there for me when I needed you, to be able to cancel your plans to do what I'm asking."

"You wanted me to cancel my plans to study with Pope?"

"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying Y/N!", you looked at him with utter disbelief, "You're choosing to hang out with Pope instead of joining me and my parents for lunch, you're being selfish"

"Oh, I'm being selfish?"

"Yes, you are! You're choosing you hang out with you friend instead of being here for me when I need you to be."

"Do you realise how ridiculous that sounds, hmm? Do you? The plans that you want me to cancel are going to help me get my geometry marks up, Topper. You're asking me to put my education on the backburner to attend a random lunch with your parents! You're being ridiculous Topper"

"I'm not being ridiculous, I'm asking one simple favour, why can't you just study with him tomorrow instead?"

"Because there's a test on Monday, I need his help to understand the formulas and working out, and I need him to help me today so I can spend tomorrow doing practice questions so make sure I'm prepared for test! Why can't you just go without me?", he'd given me a counter-offer to studying with Pope today and I was giving him one back, to attend the lunch without me.

"I can't go without you because I want to show your hot ass off", he said in a nonchalant tone.

"Is that the only reason you want me there? To show me off, to brag!?", I was yelling now, how could be objectify me so much?

"No, God no, I just... I'm trying to compliment you here Y/N!"

"Well you're not succeeding! You're literally only commenting on my my body, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me, but clealy something is wrong with you if you can't cancel your dumb plans to be there for me! You're going to fail your test anyway, so what's the point!?", Topper was yelling in my face.

"You know what?", I asked rhetorically, "I can't do us right now! I'm going to go study with Pope and I'm going to pass that test!", I was hurt and I wanted to cry but I wouldn't allow myself to be weak in front of him right now.

"Why, to prove it to me that you can?", the tone of his voice was super snarky.

"No, to prove it to myself. I don't have to prove anything to you!", and with being happy that I got to have the last word, I left his house, making sure to slam the door behind me.

I got in my car and rushed over to Pope's, our study session was in twenty minutes and I was not going to miss it. I had to prove it to myself and rub it in Toppers face that I passed. Yes, I know I'm being super freaking petty but I just want to prove him wrong. He always acts like he's so perfect, that he never does wrong and and never be wrong and I just want to kick him off his high horse.

I still hasn't cried and I wasn't going to, well not until All Too Well (10 Minute Version) [Taylor's Version] came on and I found myself screaming along to the lyrics, relating more than I ever had before to one particular part...

"MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION

MAYBE I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH

BUT MAYBE THIS THING WAS A MASTERPIECE

'TIL YOU TORE IT ALL UP"

I was screaming along and relating to that verse with every fibre of my being, tears were streaming down my cheeks now and I honestly couldn't care less. Screw him for being such an asshole. It's gonna take a hell of a lot for me to take him back, I'm not going to cave at the smallest apology. I know my worth and I know I'm worth more than that.

The song ended at the exact moment I parked in Pope's driveway. I grabbed a tissue out my bag and wiped away my tears, I was grateful that I wasn't wearing any makeup because the last thing I needed was mascara stained cheeks.

Pope's mom opened the door, giving me a once over and pulling me into a hug without saying anything, she whispered a quick "I love you sweetie" before she let me go. "I'll put a pot of tea on, that sound good honey?"

"That's absolutely perfect Mrs Heyward, thank you!"

Pope really had the sweetest mom on the planet! I had nothing against my own but she just wasn't as soft headed as Mrs Heyward was, Kook mom's were all stuck up and controlling in one way or another, something Mrs Heyward lacked entirely.

"Of course, splash of milk and two sugars right?", she asked with a smile spread across her face.

"That's right, you still surprise me that you know", I smiled back at her, stunned at the fact she could always remember just how I liked my tea.

"Glad to keep you on your toes", she let out a small laugh and I did the same.

Gosh, how I love and appreciated Pope's mom!

While Mrs Heyward finished up making tea for Pope and I, denying my offer to help her, I made my way up to Pope's room and knocked soflty on his door.

"Come in"

"Hey Po! How are you?"

"I'm good Y/N/N, what about you?", he asked me, worry evident in his voice.

"I'm okay!", I replied, completely unconvincingly.

"You know you can talk to me Y/N/N. I won't push you to, but I'm here!", he pulled me in for a comforting hug just like his mom had a few minutes ago.

"Thank you P, it's just... Ugh Topper and I had a stupid fight. He was being a complete prick, saying he wanted me to cancel our study plans so I could go to some dumb lunch with his parents. When I defended the fact that I made these plans a last week ago and that I needed to study with you so I could pass my test. When I asked him why I can't just miss out on the lunch he said he wanted to 'show my hot ass off'. He literally said said Pope!"

"That's so rude of him to focus solely on your looks and not on your intelligence!", Pope was really good at being the friend I could vent to, he'd say exactly what I needed him to.

"Right! Oh and", I laughed in utter disbelief, "You won't freaking believe what he said about my intelligence Pope!"

"What'd he say?"

"He legitimately said it wasn't worth studying for this test because I'd fail anyway!", I was crying again, I'd finally said aloud what I never wanted to hear someone say, what I thought about myself day in and day out.

"I'm so sorry Y/N/N, he's a complete asshole and he doesn't deserve you! You're way smarter than he'll ever be and him saying such a thing when he knows you struggle with your self confidence in maths is downright pathetic of him!", Pope was angry now, he was angry at the fact Topper could say such a rude thing about me and to me. Pope however is a lover not a fighter so he comforted me instead of going to beat the shit out of Topper like a certain blonde Pogue would.

He sat hugging me for ten whole minutes, Mrs Heyward interrupting at the five minute mark to bring us our tea. Goodness did she make the best tea North Carolina had ever seen, probably because she puts so much love into making it.

Once I'd finished my tea and heard some comforting words from Pope, we got to studying. Geometry was never my strong suit and I thought it never would be but Pope explained it in such a clear and consise way that after our three hour study session I finally understood and could easily do geometry. Wow, that's something I never thought I'd achieve, I'm honestly super blessed having a genuis for a friend!

After I hugged Mrs Heyward goodbye, I hopped in my car and set out for Tannyhill, home to my best friend Sarah Cameron. We'd been friends for as long as I can remember and I was beyond grateful for her every single day. We'd planned to have sleepover tonight, I'd told her that I'd head over to her house after I finished studying with Pope. I'd texted her in Pope's driveway to say I was leaving The Cut and heading to Figure Eight. I was excited to have a fun night in with my best friend, watching movies, secretly drinking some wine we'd sneak from Ward and Rose's basement cellar and gossip about what an asshole my boyfriend is.

I parked in the driveway and got my overnight bag from the backseat of my car. As I was about to ring the door bell, the door was openened by none other than everyone's least favourite Cameron sibling... Rafe. Now I guess Rafe isn't too bad but compared to his sisters he was a clear last. Sarah was of course the best out of the three, she was kind, funny and selfless. Wheezie was sweet too, a bit nosy but she was a kid so I guess I couldn't expect any different. Rafe on the order hand was something else... he may have been my boyfriend's best friend and he may be unnecessarily attractive but he was an utter mess too. Sarah had told me how he spent the money Ward had given him to purchase generators after Agatha to buy cocaine, like hello, how did he think that was a good idea?

"Rafe.."

"Y/N... I'm guessing you're here for Sarah?"

"Yeah, she's here right?"

"I'm here!", Sarah chimed in, moving around Rafe's tall stature to give me the biggest hug, when she pulled back from the hug she gave me an apologetic look, "Listen..."

"Oh no... Sarah I haven't stepped foot inside and you're already cancelling our plans?", I asked her, puppy dog eyes and pout on full display. I'm not usually a needy person but right now I needed to vent about Topper to someone who knew well and that list was extremely limited.

"I am so sorry buttercup, I was just about to call you. John B called, he wants to take me out for dinner! Would you hate me if I rescheduled our movie night?"

"No, I- um, it's okay! Really, do not stress at all! I'll just head home", I smiled at her, trying to hide any hint of sadness I was feeling.

"You okay?", worry laced her voice and eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, no it's just that Topper and I just had a fight... it's dumb.", I tried to downplay it, I didn't want her cancelling her new plans for me.

"I can stay and we can talk about this", she smiled, trying to reassure me that she would be okay okay cancelling dinner plans with her boyfriend to talk about my shitty one.

"No, really, go! Have fun, make good choices, I'll be okay!"

"Promise?", she asked with an unconvinced look on her face.

"I promise", I smiled, "Now go! You look hot, go have fun!"

"Thank you, really! I love you Y/N/N!", she blew me a kiss and walked over to her bike.

"I love you too!"

I watched her bike away and waved at her when she turned back.

"You can stay you know", I was startled by the sound of Rafe's voice, I didn't realise that he had stayed in his same position all this time.

"What?"

"You don't have to go home. Ward and Rose are leaving for dinner in about half an hour and Wheezie's sleeping over at a friend's house..."

"And you...?"

"I'll be here... well I'll be in my room, unless you want to talk about what happened with Topper, I know he can be an ass"

"You've got that right", I smiled sadly at him, the wound from our fight still fresh.

"So, you going to stay?"

"Umm...", I needed some more convincing and Rafe got the hint.

"There's a really good bottle of wine in the cellar that I've been eyeing for some time now, it's from 1986, one of the best years in winemaking..."

"I'm sold!", he laughed at my sudden interest to stay with him at Tannyhill instead of heading home, just because of the mention of wine.

"Awesome, well come on it!", he gestured for me to walk inside.

I walked to the living room, putting my overnight bag on the one empty chair and taking a seat on the couch. Rafe followed after me and sat on the opposite end of the same couch.

There was a few moments of awkward silence, we'd never really spoken much besides when exchanging pleasantries so this was uncharted waters for us.

"So the weather is quite nice, huh?", I tried to break the silence. I will admit it was the dumbest thing to say but he was making me nervous for some reason.

"Yeah", he laughed at my silly choice of topic, "It is indeed, but apparently what isn't nice is Topper, which I could've told you if you'd asked", I was taken back by his bluntness when speaking about Topper.

"I thought he was your boyfriend?"

"He is, so is Kelce, but I'll call either of them out on their bullshit any day Y/N/N"

"I respect that Rafe, really. It isn't easy standing up against your friends but if they're in the wrong then they deserve to be told"

"Just like you told Sarah she was wrong to ditch you?", he countered.

"That was different"

"Was it?", I said nothing, "You can't let other people walk all over you"

"I don't Rafe, I literally stood up to Topper when he tried to say that he only wanted me at lunch for my looks and when he basically called me unintelligent! I stood up for myself, okay, and I am darn proud of myself for it!", I defended myself.

"Yeah okay, you definitely need that wine", he laughed and I joined in

When our laughter had died down, Rafe excused himself to fetch us some wine. While he was gone Ward and Rose greeted me with quick hugs and said to tell Rafe that they left for dinner and that they would be home at about 11pm.

Rafe walked in two minutes after they'd left, "I'm sory that took so long, Ward keeps a ton of wine down there yet he doesn't have any form of organisation for his most prized possession", his tone was filled with humour but I knew he thought that Ward loved everything and anything more than his son.

"Well I wouldn't be so sure they're his most prized possession because he only said to say goodbye to you, not to his cellar of wine", I smiled a him, hoping to convince him that he was more than important than some inanimate bottles of wine.

"Thank you", he didn't need to say what he was thankful for, I knew. I knew he was grateful that someone cared and was trying to convince him of just how important his presence is to those around him.

"You're welcome, and thank you too", he gave me a questioning look, "For the wine, I mean"

"Oh, right! You're very welcome, let me get you a glass"

He went to the kitchen and returned with two wine glasses and started pouring wine inyo both as soon as he got the bottle open.

He handed he my glass with a small smile which I was quick to return.

We sat for over an hour, getting through two full bottles of wine while talking about everything from the most random things to every detail of my fight with Topper, which Rafe was quick to let me know who he sided with. Me, it was me, he sided with me, don't worry, I too was surprised that he'd side with me over his best friend. Isn't it bro code to support your friend even if they're wrong? Either he was completely oblivious to the code or he knew about it and decided to disregard it. Either way, I was pleasantly surprised when he got mad over Topper only wanting me at the lunch with his parents to show me off, Rafe said it was a degrading thing for him to say and I, of course. completely agreed. We even spoke about how his dad views him...

"He doesn't care about me, he only cares about me when he needs something, when he needs to to do something, otherwise he couldn't care less about me"

"That may be true Rafe, but there are people who care about you, who care about you as a person and not just because they need something"

"Name one person", he challenged.

"Topper, Kelce, Sarah, Wheezie", I gave a few, trying to prove my point.

"Topper and Kelce don't really care about me Y/N/N, not really, it's a status thing more than anything, I've never had really personal conversations with them, we normally just bitch and moan about our parents and the Pogues, nothing meaningful, and Sarah doesn't care not really, and I know she's your best friend but like Wheezie, she only cares because she's family, she's obliged to care about me in some way, shape or form but just like my dad and Rose, they sort of care but not fully"

"... Me"

"What?", he furrowed his brows.

"I care about you Rafe, not sort of care but fully care", I stated while looking deeply into his whiskey coloured eyes, trying to get my point across.

"For whatever its worth, I think Toppers wrong, you are so much more than just your looks", he smiled the sweetest, most incaptivating smile I had ever seen. I let out a deep breath that I didn't know I had been holding and before I could think twice my lips were on his. He took a second to register what was happening before he kissed me back, the kisses were quick to turn from slow and innocent to extremely rushed and passionate, lust present in every kiss, every touch... Before I realised it, my legs were wrapped around his torso, my hands in his hair and his hands under my thighs keeping me from falling. He was rushing up the stairs, never once breaking the kiss.

He kicked his door open with his only free body part and pushed me against it, slamming it shut. The intensity increased with every kiss, every touch, every sweet thing said. I had never felt like this before.

Like I said before, Topper was boring, there was no spark, no intensity. With Rafe, everything just felt so right. So right that it overrode every single thought about how wrong this was, how immoral it was, because even though I could never truly forgive myself for how badly I'm during Topper right now. All I could truly think about was how if something was so bad, how could it feel so right?

I fell asleep wrapped safely in Rafe's arms, his body heat radiating off onto me, making me feel like I was covered in a blanket of utter love. Never once had it crossed my mind that the middle Cameron sibling would more than likely be coming home at some point tonight and that she would see my car parked outside...

It was 1am when Sarah snuck in quietly through the front door. She wasn't blind, she had seen my car still sitting in the driveway and she looked for me in the living room, her bedroom, the spare bedroom and even Wheezie's bedroom. When she came up short she decided to ask her brother if he knew about your whereabouts.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

demonstration

words: 2.8k

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you are not allowed to fuck my girlfriend.”

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no, baby, listen.” topper begins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[luxbub]

brother’s best friend!rafe cameron nsfw

minors DNI +18

reader is +18

brother’s best friend!rafe who came to your brother’s pool party naively thinking that you wouldn’t be there

brother’s best friend!rafe who’s eyes widened when he saw you sitting on the lounger in your small bikini and big sunglasses, waving at him, all clueless to the eyes ogling you

brother’s best friend!rafe who could feel his cock starting to harden just by the little prep in your step as you walked up to him

brother’s best friend!rafe who was sure that you could definitely feel his hard on when you pressed your bikini clad body to his

brother’s best friend!rafe who felt his mouth dry when you pulled back, his hands instantly falling to your hips as you told him how much you missed him

brother’s best friend!rafe who could only look at you and your smile as he told you that he almost didn’t recognise you

brother’s best friend!rafe who squeezed your hips when you told him that you’re “all grown up now” with your pouty lips and fluttering eyelashes

brother’s best friend!rafe who was quick to come with you to your room when you asked him “to catch up”

brother’s best friend!rafe who pushed your bikini aside and immediately got to work

brother’s best friend!rafe who’s tongue felt so good and spoke words so good that you squirted as he pushed his tongue into your tight little hole

brother’s best friend!rafe who pounded into you so hard afterwards that you couldn’t walk straight on your way back to the party

brother’s best friend!rafe who walked out of your room with smirk but froze when he met topper’s glare

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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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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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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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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

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[countryclubkook]

thinking of topper’s gf cheating on him with rafe🤭

Favorite Secret

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: smut, cheating, mentions of alcohol, violence, blood, creampie, unprotected sex, P in V, not proofread

Summary: Your secret affair with Rafe almost goes terribly wrong when Topper decides to call in the middle of a hookup…almost

A/N: omg hii!! it’s been so so long since i’ve been on this account but I got a new job and a boyfriend🤭 life has been very very busy the last like year or so but I got the urge to write for my fav boy so I hope you guys enjoy this quick little fic🤍 and I hope all of you are well!

“Fuck Rafe, feels so good oh my god” you cried out, arching your back as your eyes rolled back when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. It was fucked up, screwing around with your boyfriends best friend, especially when Topper treated you so well. He bought you everything you asked for, took you on nice dates, held the door open, complimented you. Never did anything to hurt you…until that night, until that one party changed everything.

“Ugh come on Top, i’m begging you to just come for like 10 minutes. If you still don’t want to be there after that we can leave and just come back here, watch movies or something” you’d been begging for the last hour, it was the biggest party of the year and his best friend was hosting but he said he was too tired to go. You knew it was actually just because there had been whispers on the island that Sarah planned to crash it with John B and their new pogue friends.

As much as he swore to you he was over it, you know that wasn’t true and you were fine with it. You trusted him, after all you were the one there for him when she broke his heart the first time, having to be the one to pick up the pieces every single time he gave her chance after chance, you knew what it’d done to him and his trust. Having to risk seeing her there with the guy she cheated on him with didn’t exactly sound like such a fun time.

“Listen I love you, but I really would just rather stay in tonight okay babe? There will be many more parties that we can go to in the future” he said, giving you a soft smile and cupping your cheek with his hand. He could see the disappointment on your face and felt bad, you were obviously excited about this and here he was shutting it down over rumors.

“Okay, whatever you want to do” you let out a defeated sigh and nuzzled your cheek closer into his palm, not wanting to argue over something like this. It just wasn’t worth it and you did enjoy nights in with just the two of you, plus he was right, there would be another party by next weekend.

“Damn it” he muttered under his breath before shaking his head slightly, “Okay okay, 10 minutes and that’s it, deal?” he barely got out the last word before you were squealing and throwing your arms around his neck He wrapped his arms around your waist and let out a small laugh, the smile on your face lighting up the whole room.

“Thank you thank you thank you! We’re going to have so much fun okay? You’re not going to want to leave by the time those 10 minutes are up, this is going to be the best night ever” famous. last. words.

Everything was great, the two of you were having the time of your life. Drinking and dancing together, talking with Rafe and a few of your other friends, then you slipped away for five minutes to use the bathroom, 5 minutes. Who knew so much could go wrong in just 5 minutes.

You walked out to see a crowd forming around two people and heard shouting, you’d expected to walk over and see two guys fighting like usual. Both of them far too drunk to even make contact with the other, but instead you saw your boyfriend on top of John B, his fist connecting to his cheek over and over and over again. You didn’t even like the kid but seeing blood and spit fly from his mouth and his gurgled wails of pain made you feel bad and you knew you needed to stop it.

You saw Rafe standing nearby watching, small smirk on his face as his eyes darted from the two boys to his sister begging Topper to stop while she sobbed. You walked up to him and touched his arm to bring his attention to you.

“Y/N! What’s up?” he said it so nonchalantly, like the scene in front of you wasn’t even happening. You knew he hates the pogues, hell you know he’d let John B die right then and there and feel no remorse, but he was the only one you knew had even the slightest chance of stopping it.

“Rafe you have to make them stop, it’s over okay? If you guys wanted to teach them a lesson i think they’ve learned it so can you please make it stop?” you could see him thinking about it, his brows furrowing ever so slightly and eyes going from you to Topper and John B to Sarah and then back to you.

“Mmm, I don’t know Y/N/N…kind of feel like he deserves it don’t you? I mean my slut of a sister cheats on my best friend, your boyfriend, with that good for nothing pogue and then they have the nerve to show up here? To rub it in his face? Why should I stop them?” he cocked his head and gave you a smirk, leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other wrapped around his red solo cup full of god knows what. You knew the only way to convince him was to use the one card you knew would work, the one you hated using against him in all the time you knew him.

“Because you don’t want your dad finding out about it. You’re not even supposed to be throwing parties here, what happens if a pogue ends up dead because of the party and Ward finds out? I couldn’t care less if he dies, i’m just trying to save your ass right now so please” you saw his jaw clench, watched his chest start rising and fall slowly, more heavily than before, and you knew it worked.

“Fuck! Fine, i’ll handle it” he yelled before throwing his cup on the ground and walking over to the two, by this point John B was barely conscious and it’s like Topper was in his own world. Rafe walked over and pulled him off by the collar of his shirt before ushering Sarah to attend to her boyfriend, screaming that the party was over and for everyone to get the fuck out.

People quickly dispersed, whispering to each other about what just happened, until it was just the three of you left at tannyhill. Top was still fuming, veins bulging out, sweat dripping down his forehead, chest rapidly heaving, knuckles bruised and bloody, a crazed look in his eyes. You tried to walk up to him to calm him down but it’s like he couldn’t even see you, he instead turned around and walked to his jeep before getting in and driving away, leaving you stranded.

“What the fuck?!” you screamed, standing at the bottom of the driveway watching the taillights disappear as they got further and further away.

You walked back up to the porch where Rafe was waiting, looking awkwardly at the ground unsure of what to say. What are you supposed to do in this situation other than offer them a ride…or in this case alcohol.

“I’m sorry Y/N, that was shitty of him. Give him some time to cool off and he’ll come back to his senses, if you uh, if you want you could just crash here. I would offer to drive you home but you know…” he said, making a brief gesture to himself “i’m kind of drunk so, don’t really want to risk hurting you. There’s plenty of alcohol if you want to just get drunk and pass out in the guest room, the beds freshly made and I think Sarah still has some clothes here that would fit you.”

“Thank you Rafe, that’s really sweet of you. Do you think you could um, stay with me? Just hang out here and talk, drink a little, I just don’t want to be alone right now” you sounded so pathetic, tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes.

“Yeah, yeah absolutely”

One drink turned into another and then another, the both of you drunk and giggling while you talked. And then it happened, one little glance at his lips in a moment of shared silence, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, and you were in his lap kissing him. His hands roaming all over your body until you were pulling away to tell him to take you to the bedroom.

Clothes flying, drunken squeals and giggles slipping out between your moans, the way he made you feel, those were the only things you can clearly remember. And then you woke up the next morning staring at his naked chest, but you didn’t feel guilty for it, instead you wanted it to happen again.

And it did, it happened multiple times a week. Topper did apologize, made up for his behavior that night, but you’d already got a taste of Rafe and now you were hooked. He never suspected anything, didn’t notice the little shared glances between the two of you when you all hung out, the way Rafe’s hand would brush against your thighs, his little whispers in your ear that made you squirm, he was just happy you forgave him. You never thought you’d be at risk getting caught until now, when you were on all fours and Rafe was thrusting into you from behind, one hand tangled in your hair and the other gripping your hip to pull you back into his cock. The both of you were so lost in pleasure that Rafe almost didn’t hear his phone going off, he quickly moved to grab it off the table and answer it.

“Topper, what’s up man?” your eyes widened, panic starting to kick in. You’d thought it was over, he knew, someone had seen something and told him, he put the pieces together, he was calling to tell him he knew.

“Y/N? Yeah she came by to pick something up, said she left it here the last time you guys were over and she had to be out this way anyway. Think she’s still upstairs” you let out a moan when he thrusted back into you unexpectedly, turning your head back to look at him with a bewildered expression. He just gave a a smirk and held his finger to his lips before moving it back to your hip and pulling you back into him to meet each thrust.

You dropped your face into the mattress to muffle any loud moans, pure bliss taking over your body each time Rafe’s cock pressed against that little spot inside your pussy, hoping the call would be over soon. And then the son of a bitch flips you over, puts you on your back and gives you that look. You know, the one that just screams ‘i’m up to no good and you’re about to hate me for this’.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, looking up at him in confusion while trying not to make a sound.

“Actually, she just came down. You wanna talk to her real quick before she finishes up and heads that way?” if looks could kill he’d be six feet under right about now, you shook your head but it was too late, the phone was by your ear and you had no choice.

“Hey baby” it came out shakier than planned and you hoped he wouldn’t question it, it was a lot harder hiding the fact you were cheating on your boyfriend when the man you’re cheating with had his cock buried deep inside your pussy thrusting into you like his life depends on it while on call with said boyfriend.

“Is everything okay? You sound a little winded babe” he was always so concerned, wanting to make sure you were okay at all times if he even suspected something was wrong.

“Better tell him you’re okay princess, don’t let him find out his best friend is balls deep inside his girlfriends pretty pussy” Rafe whispered in your ear, leaving open mouth kisses along your neck and chest.

“Yeah, just a lot of running around the house looking for my ring is a-all” you stuttered out when Rafe pushed all the back into you again, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Okay…well I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? There’s this really nice restaurant i’ve been wanting to take you to, finally managed to get a reservation, and there was something I wanted to talk to you about” you weren’t even fully listening to what he was saying to be honest, you were paying more attention to how good you felt and the smell of Rafe’s cologne, the way his skin felt against yours, how your bodies seemed to mold together perfectly.

“Yea-yeah babe. Sounds great” you were about to let out a moan when long ring clad fingers found their way into your mouth and you, on instinct, bit down slightly.

“Great! I’ll be at your place to pick you up in like an hour okay? I love you”

“Great! Love you too bye” you quickly got out before hanging up and letting out a moan, digging your nails into Rafe’s back.

“Fuck baby i’m close, you want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum? Want a little reminder that even if you’re with him, you’ll always be mine?” you could only nod, small whimpers filling the room.

A few more lazy thrusts before he pushed all the way into you and stayed there, feeling his cock twitch while he filled you with his cum. Your pussy clenching around him while you came at the same time, head thrown back and lips parted moaning his name, a white ring forming on his cock from your cum mixing with his. He pulled out after a few seconds and pulled you to your knees before sliding his cock in your mouth.

“Suck it off baby, just clean it up for me” and you did, licking every drop of your cum off his cock before he pulled out and got dressed.

You went to grab something to wipe the cum away when he stopped you.

“Nah, you go on your little date with my cum leaking out of you”

You gave him a dazed look before nodding and throwing your dress back on followed by your shoes, giving him a kiss and heading for the door.

“That was fun Rafe, i’ll call you later okay?”

“I know you will pretty girl, I look forward to it.” the smile on his face was genuine, not one that he had after a meaningless hookup, but one of true happiness. You brought out the best in him and he couldn’t even have you in any way other than this.

“Me too, I better go now. See ya” you were almost out the front door when you heard him yell your name. You turned around to see him leaning in the doorframe of his bedroom, waiting to see what he had to say.

“You’re my favorite secret”

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