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The Jezebel (Smut)

Switch!Topper Thornton x Dark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d do anything for money to get rich. Including trapping a kook like Topper into having a baby with you.

Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: I’m getting such an unbelievable horniness for Topper that I hadn’t had before. Now that I’m noticing how incredibly hot he is, i want him to choke me. I know that this man fucks like Logan Pierce. 🥵🤭

Warnings: characters are 18+, minors DNI, DUB CON, mean!reader, mean! topper in the beginning, hate sex, beach sex, graphic language, belly bulge, alcohol consumption, drunk sex, mentions of heartbreak and cheating, topper being taken advantage of in his vulnerable state, oral (m receiving), bit of cock worship, slight praise kink, slight degradation kink, face fucking, saliva, kissing, biting, scratching, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, overstimulation

It was 3 am in the evening and Topper sat along the shore, drinking a pack of beers to himself. He was moping around about his precious little Sarah Cameron. It made you sick.

Why should girls like her have it all? She’s rich. Pretty. She gained your crush, John B’s affection. Topper still loved her despite her being a cheating bitch. It wasn’t fair. You wanted the odds to be in your favor for once. You hated being labeled as a Pogue wanting the privileges of the luxury life has to offer. You’d do anything to buy all the shoes and clothes you’d like.

You think you’ve found the meal ticket you’ve been looking for? Sitting drunkenly pretty on the shore, Topper cracks open his 4th beer while ranting to himself about who the hell cares.

You approached, showing feigned concern. He looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a scowl on his face.

“What do you want, Pogue?” He takes a sip of the beverage.

“You’re here all by yourself. A drunken mess. Someone might take advantage of you.”

“Don’t care.” He shrugs.

You sit beside him in the sand. “All this over some girl that never wanted to fuck you in the first place?” You shook your head in pity for his poor, dumb mind. “She’s always had a thing for John B, ya know. I witnessed their love unfold at first hand. I knew they were together the whole time and I could’ve told you whenever I saw you. But I didn’t because I enjoyed your suffering. I bet what makes you angrier though isn’t the cheating. It’s the fact that makes he got to pop her cherry.”

Topper’s hand flings to your neck, gripping it tight. He’s on top of you and between your legs; your back against the sand. His hot breath tickling your lips. He breathes hard against you as if he’s trying to restrain himself. Gritting his teeth, he rips himself off of you and resumes drinking.

You smirk, sitting up again. “Guess I struck a nerve,” You scooted closer to him. Your voice is as alluring as a siren. “Ya know if I were still a virgin, I’d happily let you take it. In any way you’d like.”

He chuckles, darkly. “You couldn’t dare me to fuck a pogue.”

You were seething in your head. Did he have to make this so difficult to make this happen? You hated him with a passion. You wish you didn’t have to resort to this but it would be a huge opportunity for you and your family if you’d made a baby with a kook. This was going to take a lot of convincing.

“Oh, is that so?” You say, arms crossed. You get on your hands and knees, your lips near his ear. “You wouldn’t want to know how I’d feel around your thick cock? I know it’s thick because I can see you pitching a tent.” You palmed him through his swim shorts. He bites his lip to suppress a moan.

You can feel the heat giving off his body. Men are too fucking easy.

“I’m going for a swim.” He says in one shuddery breath.

Oh, you’ve got him bad. Pretty soon he’d be wrapped around your finger. Or you wrapped around him to be a bit vulgar.

He jumps into the body of water, letting himself cool down. You removed your clothes, leaving you only in your bra and panties as you hopped in, too. You swim after him noticing that he’d remained still just looking up at the night sky. You guessed that he was looking for you to chase him. On sane days, you wouldn’t dare chase the likes of him. Today, you needed to seal the deal while you could.

“You whores are all the same. You take advantage of a guy who could treat you right all for what…trash. I’ve given her nothing but my love, affection, support and she sneaks around and fucks him.”

You rolled your eyes. Not this ‘nice guys finish last’ BS. “Fuck you, Topper. Your girlfriend cheated on you. She did a shitty thing. True. But don’t go blaming this on the entire female population. Besides, I honestly don’t blame her for fucking John B. He seems like he can really handle a woman. As for you,” You look him up and down, chuckling. “You seem really fucking vanilla.”

“Fuck you.” He sneers.

“That’s what I’ve been hoping for.”

He stares at you. If you hadn’t known any better, you would say that there was a faint shade of crimson on his cheeks. When he wasn’t talking like a goddamn loser, he actually looked really cute. The movie star chin, the neat blonde hair, his blue eyes that reflected so beautiful under moonlight along with his delicious looking abs.

Oh, god. Were you really getting turned on by this fool? You don’t give yourself a second to ponder, closing the gap between your bodies. Your fingers intertwine in his damp hair tugging on it to bring his lips down to yours.

The kiss immediately grew sloppy. Tongues battling for dominance. You could taste the beer on his tongue and it was absolutely intoxicating. The cold body of water felt like nothing with his skin again yours. You needed him badly, an aching between your legs present.

He pulls away from the kiss, smirking when he noticed you chasing his lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nod.

You both swam to shore. Once you made it, you immediately attacked his lips once again sending him falling back into the sand and you on top of him. You weren’t so sure why you’d gone so feral for him but you simplified it down to not having had any sex in the past few months.

He break the kiss once again, you groan against his lips. “I meant, let’s get out of this place. Like to my car or my place.”

“Your place is too far for how badly I want this. And I’m not fucking you in your car. I’m not some dirty slut that you get to pump and dump in the back of your car.”

“So, you’d want to do this here? For anyone to see us?”

“It’s fine,” You say, kissing his neck. “No one will see. If they do, let them watch.” You bite him at that last part.

He chokes out a moan. “You’re killing me.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” You sat up, right on top of his clothed erection and ground down hard. You earn another moan from him. “You sound as pretty as you look. I bet that cock’s pretty, too.”

You repeated ground against him over and over. God, he felt so good against you. Prodding shallowly yet blissfully at your clothed entrance.

“Fuck, those panties aren’t even off and I could feel how soaked you are. Making a mess all over my shorts.” He makes an attempt to put his fingers under you to put your panties to the side. You slapped his hand away.

“No. I’m the one in control for tonight. Just like how your ex-girlfriend ran you, I’ll run you, too,” Your hands find the waistband to his shorts, pulling them down while you simultaneously slid down his body. “You’re gonna be my good little sub and take what I give you.”

His dick springs free from its prison, slapping against his stomach with a heavy thud. Just as you thought…his dick was pretty, too.

You licked your lips. “Stand up for me. I’ll give you this one chance to show me you aren’t so vanilla.”

He obeys. You take him in your hands, studying his hard member. It was definitely as thick as a soda can. Not too long but long enough to touch parts of you that even your dildo at home couldn’t reach. He has some pubic hair which was surprising because you assumed he’d groom his entire body of any hair like some prepubescent boy. You found it kind of manly of him.

He ruts his dick closer to your face. You drag your nails down the v-line of his waist. “Stop being so impatient.”

Noticing the juicy large vein on the side of his dick, your tongue makes the decision before you do to explore it first. He hisses and hums a moan at the feeling of your tongue.

He tastes so good. You waste no time tasting more of him, wrapping your lips around his large pink tip. You suckle at it, collecting the taste of his precum on your tongue.

“Fuck my mouth.” You command him. He nearly came from your derogatory language. Placing a hand on each of his thigh as support, you look up at him doe-eyed with your tongue sticking all the way out.

He looks down at you. Your eyes darkened almost demonic. If he hadn’t known any better, he’s guessed that you were a succubus. He takes a large hand, tilting you chin up. Taking himself in his hands, he guides his cock into your warm mouth, gliding it back and forth on your tongue.

You moaned at the full taste of him. You wanted to suck him dry but you didn’t want to waste a drop of cum reserved for your pussy.

He picks up the pace, stroking faster into your mouth. A large hand cupping the back of your head. You clasped your mouth tightly around him as he trusted harder and faster into your mouth. Your moans sending vibrations to the base, making his toes curl in the sand.

“Mmm, fuck.” The wet suction sounds of you gagging and suckling around him, eggs him on.

You bring one hand between your legs, toying with your clit to relieve the pain of him not being inside you. His moans and whimpers did not help your situation. You couldn’t understand how the hell Sarah had been strong enough not to fuck him when he sounded this heavenly when in pleasure.

He’s thrusting feverishly into your mouth. His cries becoming louder. Your saliva running down your chin with each thrust. He found you so beautiful like this being used for his enjoyment. If you’d let him, he’d ruin you the whole time through. Instead, he’ll let you enjoy your moments of dominance.

You tug at his balls and he let’s out a loud groan. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You pull away from him, tearing his hands from your hair. “You’re not coming in my mouth. Lay back.”

He listens again, using your piles of clothes on the floor as a blanket and laying back against it. You unhook you bra and he sits back, watching in awe. He wanted them in his mouth. Next was your underwear which had not only been drenched by the water but by your slickness.

You climb on top of him, sopping cunt over his painfully hard cock. His fingertips dig into your waist, resisting himself from slamming his length into you. “Thank me.”

“For what?” He scoffs.

“For giving you this Pogue pussy.“

You take his shaft lowering yourself enough so that his tip was inside. You clenched around him

“Unnh, that’s so good.” He throws his head back.

“I know it is. Now thank me or I’ll hop off right now.” You weren’t sure if you wanted to if he did choose not to say it. You were addicted with the feeling of him inside you, stretching you. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you. Fuck! Thank you.” He groans, a mixture of frustration and lust in his tone.

You lower yourself even more. “Do you know how absolutely appetizing you sound right now? I wanna make you cry like the little bitch you are.”

You bounced up and down on his cock. His moans getting louder. He’s hitting deep parts within you like a wreaking ball crashing through walls.

You can’t stop yourself from groaning, too. You were dickmatized, looking down at him as if he’s your whole world. You circe your hips then rocked back and forth, his hands on your hips guiding you on his cock.

He looks down between your bodies watching your slick creamy arousal, coating his shaft. It glistens in the moonlight and it’s a sight he plans on capturing in his memories.

“You look so fucking hot. Feel so good around me. Love stretching that tight pussy out.”

“Fuck yes, Topper. Keep talking to me like that baby. It’s so hot.” You drag angry red lines down chest, the frenzied thrusts increasing in power. The sounds of skin colliding and your squishy wetness consume the air.

He sits up, lowering his head to tease a hardened peak with his long, fat tongue and thrusts up into you, meeting your rhythmic bouncing.

“Tell me you love me.” He whimpers. Noticing your confused look, he continues. “I need to hear it. I need to feel wanted.”

“I love you, Topper.”

He gives one hard thrust, causing you to gasp.

“Say like you mean it.”

You crash your lips into his, nipping and tasting the soft pink flesh. “I fucking love you, Topper,” Wrapping your arms around his back, clawing at it. “Your such a good boy. Love how good you feel inside me. Love it so much.” Your literally sobbing at how good this was.

He runs a hand down to your tummy, feeling himself thrust against you while the thumb hung down to frantically rub at your clit. You nearly lifted off of him at the contact. You were the one in charge here but he’d sneakily found his chance to be the one in charge not that you were complaining.

His tongue and mouth continue to tease your swollen nipples, thumb toying with your clit and you felt like you were in overload. Then, he takes the other free hand grasping your butt and circles a finger around your puckered hole. He pushes a middle finger in and you bit into his shoulder, then bring your lips o his ears.

You can feel yourself slowly approaching your end and by the looks of his face, he was too. You knew he needed more though.

“I love you, Topper. I want you so badly.” You kiss his earlobe. Your sweaty bodies slick against each other as the rhythm becomes sloppy.

Shit, you were getting so close. So very close.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” He pants.

“Cum for me. I want it deep inside of me. I don’t want a drop waste outside of this pussy. Give me your cum, daddy. Please.” You sounded so pathetic whimpering for a man you hated not too long ago. But if he made you feel this good there was no way you could hate him.

“I shouldn’t.”

You shove his back down to the ground, interlocking your fingers with his and riding him for dear life, your clit running over the defined v-line.

“Oh fuck. Oh god, I’m coming. ” He says in a breath whisper, tears prickling his eyes. His back arches, head thrown back and cock bottoming out into you as spurt after spurt of warm cum paints your walls.

This sends you of into your own orgasm. You’re shaking and trembling against him. A flood of your arousal wetting between your thighs and his thighs. You milk him for all he’s worth. “Fuck. Yes. Topper. That’s it make me a mommy. Pump me full of your babies!” You called out into the the midnight sky. You were sure neighbors nearby could’ve heard most of that.

Despite what he’d heard you said, he still found himself stroking desperately into your quivering core letting you wring him dry. A staccato of breaths is what your reduced to as he settles for a few more thrusts and until he softens in you.

You tried swinging your legs over him to remove yourself when he holds you down to him.

“Wait, you said every last drop. Let’s keep me in here so that we’re sure that you’ll get pregnant.”

You look down at him wide-eyed. “You don’t care?”

“Nah. I want this to happen. Besides, this just means you won’t be able to leave my side.” He smirks, still heaving from exhaustion.

He flips you both around so that you are on your back now. “I think I’ve been meaning to show you just how far from vanilla I am.” He thrusts into you and he’s hard again. The mixture of your juices squelching with each thrust. “Babygirl, it’s gonna be a looong night.”

That night you learned that the kook had some fire in him after all. He gladly showed you the mistake you’ve made in trapping him because he planned to keep you as his forever whether you liked it or not.

But boy did you love it.

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fiction-is-life · 9 months

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If You Love Someone...

Summary: If you love someone, let them go. If they return, it was meant to be.

Warnings: Angst, emotionally abusive/toxic mother, mention of divorce, breakups, classism, self-doubt

(Y/N) moved quickly between her tables and the kitchen, easily keeping up with the dinner rush at The Wreck. She saw movement at the door and turned in time to see a familiar blonde head with sunglasses walk in and talk to the hostess. The hostess pointed the newcomer towards (Y/N)’s section. (Y/N)’s heart dropped into her stomach, but she dutifully moved towards the booth in the corner.

“Hi, how are you today?” (Y/N) asked in a falsely saccharine voice, a smile plastered on her face.

The woman at the table lowered her sunglasses slowly, her every move fluid and graceful. It made (Y/N) think of a panther, and her gut clenched even further.

“I am not well at all, Miss (Y/L/N),” the woman spoke in a tone so low that (Y/N) had to lean in to hear her. “I have received news of a most disturbing nature.”

(Y/N) could feel herself start to sweat, but she attempted to act as nonchalant as possible. “Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that, Dr. Thornton. Mr. Carrerra’s cooking will surely make you feel better, however, so what can I get started for you?”

Dr. Thornton looked (Y/N) in the eye with cold, calculated calm. “You may break up with my son. That will most definitely make me feel better,” she said.

(Y/N) was finally able to push down her anxiety, aided by the fury that was quickly overtaking her body. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” (Y/N) matched the older lady’s tone and posture, letting her know that she was not one to be steamrolled.

Dr. Thornton delicately sighed, shaking her head as if (Y/N) was a child that had done something naughty but mildly amusing. Dr. Thornton smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Don’t be coy with me, (Y/N). We both know that you have been sneaking around with my son for the past year. I let it go for a while, but now that Topper has been accepted into some of the top schools in the country, I can’t let him have some nobody from the Cut holding him back.”

Dr. Thornton’s face crumpled into something that resembled compassion after this, but it was forced, an act. (Y/N)’s anger built with every word the spiteful woman spoke.

“Be honest with yourself, (Y/N),” Dr. Thornton continued while (Y/N) was still stunned into silence. “You don’t fit into his world anymore than he fits into yours. Isn’t that why you haven’t told your friends about him? Do you really want to be the reason he doesn’t live up to all of his potential? If you truly loved him, you would let him go. Let him marry a girl that was raised in his sphere. One he wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally embarrassing him because they don’t know how our world operates.”

(Y/N)’s fury was on a thin leash that was liable to snap at any second. Dr. Thornton’s words - spoken so calmly - had cut to the very heart of (Y/N)’s insecurities about her relationship with Topper, but she wouldn’t let the woman have the pleasure of seeing her lose control.

“Don’t you think that decision should be up to Topper? It is his life, after all, that you seem so adamant that I will ruin.” (Y/N) was proud that her voice didn’t quiver when she spoke.

Dr. Thornton only rolled her eyes. “Topper doesn’t know what he really wants. Sure, you may fulfill his youthful desires and lusts, but that will fade. He will figure out what is truly important one day, and it will be much easier on him if you are already out of the picture.

“Easier on you as well, dear. You don’t want to find yourself married, with a couple of kids and a husband that resents you more and more each day,” the spiteful woman finished.

(Y/N) vehemently shook her head, unwanted tears forming in her eyes, but (Y/N) stopped them before they could slide down her cheeks. “That wouldn’t happen.” This time her voice did shake, and she hated herself for it. “Topper loves me.”

An eye roll followed this statement. “He loves the idea of you.” It was really becoming infuriating how calm Dr. Thornton was staying. “Once my monetary support is withdrawn, he will quickly realize that he cannot survive on love.”

(Y/N) inhaled sharply. “You’re going to cut him off if he stays with me? Your own son?”

Dr. Thornton sighed. “What choice do I have? I cannot have a son that is such a disgrace. He’ll never learn otherwise.” She leaned forward, folding her hands on the table. “So, you have a choice Miss (Y/L/N). Either you break up with my son within the next month - without him knowing that it was my doing, of course, and get a handsome monetary reward to boot - or you become the reason Topper is cut off from everything he knows.”

Dr. Thornton stood, completely at ease, plotting the ruin of her only son. “The choice is yours, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Topper, I had to pick up a shift. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to miss our date tonight,” (Y/N) spoke on the phone with Topper a few days after her tête-à-tête with Dr. Thornton.

“Really, (Y/N)? I’ve been planning this date for a month!” Topper sounded so hurt, and (Y/N) almost broke.

She had been icing him out all week. If he sent a text, she would reply with one word. If he snapped her, she would leave him on open, losing their streak. She knew he would see right through her if she broke up with him out of the blue.

So, she bit her lip to keep herself from letting out a whimper. “I know but half the staff that was scheduled is sick, so I have to go in. I also just really need the money right now.”

(Y/N) could hear Topper sigh over the phone. “Why can’t Kie just go in? It’s her family’s restaurant. Also, if you need money, you know you can ask me, baby.”

(Y/N) felt her resolve slipping once again, but she found it in herself to act exactly contrary to what she felt. “Kie is already going to be there, Topper,” she huffed. “And I don’t want to take your money. Do you know how that makes me feel?”

A pause followed this outburst, then Topper’s voice could be heard once again. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying if you need help with bills or anything, I can lend you some.”

(Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to go, Top; I’m going to be late. Bye.” She hung up before he could say “I love you” - and before she burst into tears.

(Y/N) once again moved between her tables fluidly, busy but not overwhelmed. She welcomed the rush of work, however, as it took her mind off of how she had spoken to Topper.

That was, until he came through the door and immediately sat in her section.

(Y/N) made her way over to the blond boy, inwardly giddy that he had shown up but not allowing her face to show it. In fact, she schooled her features into a frown as she made her way over to where he sat.

“Topper, what are you doing here,” she whispered. Their relationship wasn’t public, and Topper had never set foot in The Wreck before, so this would definitely cause people to talk.

Topper smiled, his face lighting up as it only did around her. “Hey, baby, just because you have to work doesn’t mean we can’t be together. I’m sorry about earlier; I know you’ve been stressed out lately.” His eyes were so soft and the cool blue of his irises somehow warm. She didn’t deserve him being this nice to her. “I figured after you are done, I could drive you home, maybe stargaze at the lookout for a bit.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, ever so tempted. “It will probably be pretty late when I get done -”

“That’s okay, (Y/N/N), I’m in no rush to get back home. You know that,” he cut her off.

(Y/N) couldn’t think of any more excuses, so she just nodded with a small smile and took out her notepad. “Okay, so - umm - what can I get you to eat?”

This was going to be so much harder than she thought.

Topper stopped his truck at the base of the lookout and hopped out to open (Y/N)’s door for her. She should have insisted that he take her directly home, but she just couldn’t help herself.

She missed him.

And she hadn’t even let him go yet.

She let him take her hand and lead her up to the top of the tower where he spread a blanket and tugged her down to sit beside him. She melted into his embrace, his warmth enveloping her despite the slight chill to the air.

After a few peaceful minutes, Topper turned his head minutely, pressing his lips to her temple gently. “Do you want a massage, baby? I know you’ve had a tough week,” he murmured. His lips tickled her ear slightly as he spoke.

Her eyes filled with tears for what felt like the millionth time this week. She shook her head, and started to sob softly. “You’re too good for me, Top,” she cried.

Topper started at her unexpected reaction. He grasped her arms, rubbing them up and down in a soothing pattern. “Hey, hey, hey, you know that’s not true, baby. I’m the lucky one; you are the best thing to ever happen to me,” he said in soothing tones.

(Y/N) shook her head once again, swallowing her urge to keep crying. “I’m not,” she rasped. She knew in that moment she couldn’t go on like this. She took a deep, rattling breath.

“I have to break up with you, Topper.”

She forced the words out, wishing at once that she could take them back at the look of agony on his now pallid face.

“What do you mean? (Y/N), what did I do? I’ll fix it. I’ll do better. Just tell me what I did,” he spoke, each word becoming more desperate as he noted the look of resolve on her face.

His face crumpled. “I need you, (Y/N),” he whispered.

She stood and backed up several paces, towards the stairs. “I’m sorry, Top; I really didn’t want it to end like this.”

She fled the scene, running as fast as her feet could carry her away from his frantic voice shouting for her to come back. Away from the love of her life.

She blindly made it to the Chateau before she let herself sob once more.

(Y/N) woke up, bleary eyed and still exhausted. She had immediately crashed on John B’s couch the night before, her friends having asked no questions at her visible distress. They simply gave her the peace and quiet she needed.

Even now, she could hear them in the kitchen and smell the beginnings of breakfast emerging from the old stove. (Y/N) slowly made her way to the kitchen, too tired to be anxious about what they may ask or say in the light of day.

Instead of pestering her with questions, however, they simply handed her a plate and sat down to eat. (Y/N)’s heart swelled.

(Y/N) swallowed the last bite of her food and pushed her plate away. “I had to break up with Topper,” she blurted.

“Well, I mean, he is a -” Pope elbowed JJ in the ribs to shut him up, but (Y/N) wasn’t paying attention, instead studying her hands on the table.

Kie also shot a look at JJ to make sure he stayed quiet before she took (Y/N)’s hands, squeezing them lightly. “Tell us everything, (Y/N/N),” she said.

(Y/N) took a deep, shuddering breath. “Topper and I have been seeing each other for over a year. We started talking at a party where we were both the DDs for our friends. We started talking about our dreams and poetry and movies and...” she trailed off, thinking how that moment was the first time she had ever truly been seen - and understood.

(Y/N) smiled a watery smile at this, letting out a wry chuckle. “He may not look it, but he is a huge fan of cheesy rom coms and Adam Sandler movies, especially when they are Adam Sandler rom coms...” (Y/N) sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her arm before continuing. “I really thought he was the one, but then -” (Y/N) broke down, and Kie enveloped her in her arms, shushing her until she had calmed enough to continue.

Still hiccupping slightly, (Y/N) went on with her story. “About a week ago, Topper’s mom came into The Wreck and she, she -” Another deep breath. “She said she would completely cut off Topper if I didn’t break up with him, and I - I couldn’t do that to him. He shouldn’t have to choose between everything he knows and me.”

“Oh, (Y/N), you must be devastated!” exclaimed Kie, hugging her even tighter. “Is that why he came to the restaurant last night?”

(Y/N) nodded, sniffling once more. “Yeah, I had been icing him out all week, and last night I cancelled on him for a date he had been planning for a month. I thought if I made him angry with me or tired with our relationship, it would be easier, but instead he was as sweet as ever! He could tell I had been off all week, so he wanted to still get dinner with me, even if I was the one serving it. Then we went to the lookout to stargaze, and I couldn’t do it anymore. I just had to rip off the bandaid. I broke up with him and ran all the way here before he could convince me to stay.”

Kie tutted, rubbing her back. “You must really love him, (Y/N/N).” (Y/N) nodded, further soaking Kie’s shirt with her renewed tears. After a minute, Kie leaned back, making (Y/N) look at her with red eyes. “Hey, let’s go watch some trashy TV and just have a girls’ day. No phones or boys allowed.” Kie smiled, and (Y/N) appreciated her effort.

“Okay,” (Y/N) said, putting on a brave smile and setting her phone on the counter so she wasn’t tempted to call Topper and beg him to take her back.

(Y/N)’s phone buzzed where she had left it on the counter, garnering JJ’s attention, so he picked it up and accepted the call without looking who it was.

“(Y/N)! Thank god, you answered! I’ve been worried sick after you ran off last night,” Topper’s voice immediately bombarded JJ’s eardrums. JJ internally cringed.

He cleared his throat. “Um, hey, Topper, this is actually JJ,” he said, moderating his tone so that (Y/N) couldn’t hear him over the sound of she and Kie’s movie.

“God, JJ, is she with you? Is she okay?” Topper’s voice was frantic, and JJ actually felt bad for the Kook, finally seeing how (Y/N) could fall for him. “She ran off last night after acting really weird all week, and I’m super worried, man,” Topper continued.

JJ scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, Topper, I think she just needs to be alone right now; she’s pretty upset and -”

“Upset?” Topper interrupted JJ. “I’m coming over right now.”

JJ couldn’t get another word in before Topper ended the call. JJ ran his hand through his hair. Shit.

(Y/N) was pulled out of her impromptu nap (she hadn’t been sleeping well the past week) by thunderous knocking on John B’s front door. A pit fell into her stomach. That could only be one person.

“(Y/N)!” The voice of the person shouting confirmed what (Y/N) dreaded, but she couldn’t help the flip her stomach did at the sound of his rich baritone voice. “(Y/N), please come to the door; I just want to talk to you!”

Kie tried to convince (Y/N) to stay in the living room as the boys ran to the door, practically tripping over themselves. Even as Kie stood in front of her, (Y/N) still caught a glimpse of Topper’s frosted tips as the door opened, and she knew what she had to do.

With a shuddering breath, (Y/N) willed her feet to move forward. She pushed through the boys gently until she stood right in front of Topper. His face relaxed as he saw her.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, and she melted. However, (Y/N) steeled herself to avoid crying.

“Can we talk outside, Topper?” she said, taking him by the arm. He nodded and followed her to the hammock.

She sat there and used her feet to make the hammock swing, the rhythmic motion soothing her nerves slightly. Topper sat beside her, but she could tell he was trying to give her space, resisting the urge to take her in his arms. It was a full minute before she found what she needed to say.

“Topper, I know I’ve been acting weird lately, and you deserve an explanation.” She took another deep breath.

“You and I come from different worlds. Don’t try to deny it,” she cut him off before he could interject. “We both know this island is divided. And people who have different upbringings just can’t last as couples. It may be fun and freeing for a bit - perhaps go on for years - but the fact of the matter is that at least one of them is going to regret committing themselves to the relationship,” she spoke, realizing the unpleasant truth as she went along.

“I could never regret being with you, (Y/N/N),” Topper interrupted, but she held up a hand to stop him.

“It feels like that now, but think years down the road.” She stood up and paced in front of him as she continued to speak. “We get married. Maybe have a couple of kids. Then what? You take over your dad’s business, and you need someone who can host dinners for business partners.” Her voice started to raise in volume as she grew more agitated. “ I would inevitably make a mess of things. I would serve the wrong wine or not remember who someone was or try to talk business and make a fool of both of us. Then the business would fail, and your parents would be disappointed. And it would be my fault, and you would want a divorce. Then we would both be lonely and sad - not to mention put our kids through the awfulness of a divorce - but we can avoid all that by just never tempting fate in the first place,” she finished.

Topper had listened in silence as she ranted. His face was downcast and his posture slumped. “Is that really how you feel?”

She nodded her head slowly. She took his hands in both of hers. ��You deserve the best in the world, Topper, and I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get that. And quite frankly, it isn’t fair to me to put myself in a situation where I am guaranteed failure; I have too much self-respect for that.”

A tear fell from Topper’s ocean blue eyes. “It doesn’t have to be like that. I don’t need to take over the business -”

“Topper. You don’t fit into my world just as much as I don’t fit into yours. I can’t let you throw away your future for me. You’ll meet a lovely woman who will make you so happy, and you will build a life with her that will be perfect, trust me.”

Topper shook his head, his tears falling in earnest now. “I will never find anyone as perfect as you, (Y/N/N).”

She leaned up to brush a kiss over his lips, selfishly stealing one more moment with him to cherish. “Yes, you will, trust me,” she whispered.

“You’re wrong. I just know it,” Topper sobbed, but he turned away, stomping through the overgrown grass to his Jeep. She thought he may run back to her, but all he did was give her one last, long glance before he drove off.

She wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or hurt that he didn’t.

Ten years later…

“Hey, sweetheart, what are you doing all the way out here? Are you lost?” (Y/N) asked the small blond child that was walking on the beach by himself. The little boy’s eyes filled with tears as he nodded. Her heart ached at the sight.

She gave him a comforting smile and held out her hand. “Let’s find your parents together. Does that sound good?” The little boy stuck his thumb in his mouth and nodded, holding out his other chubby hand to grab hers.

The pair headed back where the little boy had come from. After a short time, a beautiful woman came running towards them. “Caleb! Oh my goodness, sweetheart, I was so worried!” she cried, hugging the boy close to her chest.

She looked up to (Y/N), her face shining in gratitude. "Thank you so much for helping get him back to me! We just moved here - well, my husband grew up here - and I haven't quite got my bearings," Caleb's mother explained.

Her eyes flickered to a place over (Y/N)'s shoulder. "There's my husband now," she said, then, "Honey, I have him!" she called to the man jogging up to their little group.

(Y/N) turned to see who it was, her eyes squinting in the sunlight. When he finally came into focus, she wished she had escaped while she still had a chance.

"(Y/N)!" He stopped short, and (Y/N) was taken back to that party at the Boneyard all those years ago.

"Topper," she answered, forcing a smile after a moment. There was a pregnant pause. "You have a lovely family."

"Thank you," he replied, his eyes saying so much more than his words could. He fidgeted nervously. "Hey, why don't you join us for a -"

"I'd love to, but I actually have to get going," she cut him him off. She looked back at his wife and child, finding it in herself to genuinely smile. At least one of them had gotten their fairytale ending. "It was so nice meeting you both."

And then she was walking away. Away from the life she still desperately wished was hers. Away from the man she wished she still had the right to love.

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: topper's virginity kink - stop that, he's a gentleman about it ffs, he takes the best care of you , p in v sex of the protected variety, swearing, biting/marking, dirty talk, a little tearing up, kissing/saliva exchanged. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt four- virginity

character | fandom - topper thornton | outer banks

reader | original character - female reader, pogue!john b's sister & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 6.3k

tagging - <taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you've been dancing around the way you feel about him for a while now, but a Halloween bonfire at the boneyard + a few drinks might just change all that..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

You couldn't stare at Topper Thornton any harder if you tried. Your eyes are glued to him like magnets as he tosses a football back and forth with some other Kooks down the shore. Staring is all you're ever gonna get. Might as well enjoy it. - the thought has you frowning to yourself and you bite your bottom lip as you watch the way he peels off a long sleeve shirt and tosses it at the sand.

Your brother John B happens to notice that you're distracted and you haven't paid attention to a single thing he’s been saying so he clears his throat and when that doesn't work, he bounces a green grape off your forehead.

Kiara snickers quietly. Sarah raises a brow and Kiara gets her off to the side, explaining what she was just laughing at.

❝ Wait.. she likes Top?❞ Sarah glances at you and John B, a brow raised. She groans to herself as she catches the tail end of yet another argument between the two of you.

❝ She’s in love with him, actually.❞ Kiara shrugs as the argument between you and John B kicks into high gear.

John B glares at you. ❝ We discussed this. I don't even want that prick Thornton breathing your air, sis. He's not a good guy.❞

❝ We didn’t discuss anything, JB. You dictated, like always and I agreed just to shut you up.❞ you snipe, glaring at your older brother. ❝ I'm not involved in this stupid Kooks versus Pogue bullshit. And, ❞ you pause, a hand on your hip, ❝ You don’t know the guy.❞

❝I know him one hell of a lot better than you do, little bit. So what he saved you from drowning and he just happened to be there that time you took the Twinkie out and th' tire blew. Just because he felt like being a nice guy two times doesn't make him a good person. Stay away from th' guy. I'm being serious, lil bit. ❞ John B argues.

His firm warning is met with a roll of your eyes as you decide you'd rather chew glass than keep arguing with the brick wall known as your older brother.

❝ Would you fucking relax, dumbass? Its not like I'm gonna screw or marry the guy.❞ you yell, probably a little louder than you should have. Your face is on fire as soon as you realize just how many people your angry outburst has staring at you.

As you're storming away, you happen to crash right into Topper, the unaware subject of the entire fight you've just had with John B. He gazes at you in concern as his hands rest against your upper arms. ❝ You look upset.❞

You swallow hard. And naturally, the thought comes, bitterly, I'm gonna go all weird and quiet now. Just like every other time I'm near Topper.

❝ Y-yeah.❞ you finally murmur, ❝ Johns just bein an asshole…Again.❞ and you're staring up, lost in the multi-toned warmth of his eyes. You can feel your brother and the rest of his friends staring and you sigh a little. But Topper hasn't let go of your arms yet and if the look in his eyes is anything to go by, he doesn't buy what you're saying at all.

❝ Yeah, that tracks.❞ Topper finally mumbles as he reluctantly releases the hold on you, instantly missing the softness of your skin under his hands as soon as its gone. He gives John B and the other Pogues a dirty look and it's fleeting, he's quick to turn his attention back to you.

❝ I'm gonna get going...❞ you reluctantly step away, instantly wishing you hadn't, ❝ Before he busts a vein.❞

Topper chuckles. And he'll tell himself that the only reason he does what he winds up doing next is solely to cause that, its just to get your very overprotective big brother all riled up, maybe it is. But as much as that's the honest to God's truth, there's a deeper reason he invites you to the Halloween bonfire tonight at the boneyard.

He wants to see you again. He's like an addict, he needs his fix.

❝ Hey!❞ he stops you in your tracks, ❝ There's a bonfire tonight..to celebrate Halloween, I guess. You should come..I mean, unless you're scared it's gonna make big brother mad.❞

You can feel the rage and frustration as it rolls off your brother when JJ nudges him so he doesn't miss what's unfolding.

You know you should turn him down, every part of you insists that going anywhere near that damned bonfire tonight is not only a bad idea, it's possibly the worst one you've ever had and yet.. when you open your mouth to do the right thing, the smart thing, and gently tell him no, ❝ Maybe I will, Thornton. Maybe I will.❞

You hurry away after answering, mostly because you know if you don't do that, John will come over and restart the argument you two were having that made you storm away and collide with Topper just now in the first place.

Sarah and Kiara exchange looks.

❝ Tell me you were picking up on the way Topper was with her just now. Tell me I'm not reading into what we both just saw way too much.❞ Kiara asks after a few seconds. Sarah laughs softly and shakes her head. ❝ I think I have an idea. C'mon.❞ she starts to walk towards where you happen to be standing on the boardwalk as she glances back at Kiara and Cleo, ❝ We can wait for permission now or beg for forgiveness later.❞

❝ Wait, hold on!❞ Kiara rushes to catch Sarah, ❝What are we even doing?❞

❝ When I was dating Top...❞ she trails off and watches Topper as he's watching you, ❝ I used to be so jealous of her. I used to think that he wanted her more. I'm starting to realize I was right… and if she likes him back, I mean…❞ Sarah trails off, speaking up a few seconds later, ❝ Top is a good guy.. He deserves to be happy too, Kie.❞

❝ You do realize John isn't gonna see it that way...❞

❝ And we'll cross that bridge when we're there. What I do know is I owe him.❞

❝ Okay, so what are we thinking?❞ Kiara asks, watching as you watch Topper throwing the football around, further down the shore.

❝ Everybody is gonna be in costume tonight.. well, most everybody.❞ Sarah muses, gazing from you to Topper as she formulates her plan.

Cleo and Pope wander up to you as you finish your cigarette and thump its remains at the pavement.

❝ John is just being protective..❞ Pope speaks up after a few seconds. You nod, exhaling the last plume of smoke into the afternoon air. ❝ I know, Pope. I just don't get it.. Topper has actually helped out when we asked. Of the rest, he's the least biggest asshole. And I can't help who I.. nevermind..❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, ❝ He’s probably right, its not like a guy like that,❞ you nod in Topper's direction, ❝ Is even interested in me in the first place.❞

Cleo happens to look over where you were just staring right as you make yourself stop staring and Topper starts staring at you.

❝ I think you’re wrong.❞ Cleo muses, nudging Pope to get him looking in Topper's direction. Pope rubs his chin thoughtfully, tuning back into your continued rant just in time to hear you going off on a tangent about the way John B is engaged to Sarah and its kind of stupid to be an ass about Topper based solely on that.

❝ I mean, if he obviously liked me to begin with, he's totally a hypocrite for continuing to be an ass about this.❞ you go quiet.

Cleo snickers softly. ❝ There's one way to find out.. Go to the bonfire tonight. He did invite you.❞ she's challenging you, daring you to do something because she's gotten to know you well enough at this point to know that challenging you or daring you is a surefire way to get you to do something, quick, fast and in a hurry.

You mull it over. You were already planning to go, you were going to hang out with Cleo and Pope. If things seemed off you could bail and you wouldn't be stuck by yourself because Cleo is your best friend and she'll be there.

❝ Come with me.❞ Sarah butts in, ❝ We're going costume shopping.❞

You raise your brow. Laugh softly. ❝ Now why am I gonna do that, hm?❞ you ask, shuffling your feet against worn wood.

Sarah grumbles. Then she sees the stern look she's getting from both you and Cleo so she launches into this long-winded ramble about just wanting to have a little fun, pointing out that you did promise your brother you would at least attempt to give her a chance. ❝ Everybody is gonna be in costume tonight.. well, most everybody. I thought it'd be fun..❞

You laugh. ❝Okay, fine. But I probably won't buy one. I'm a little too old for dress up games.❞ you're kind of scoffing, thinking to yourself that it figures the Kook princess would be into dressing up.

Cleo gives you a gentle nudge and you manage a tight smile at Sarah Cameron.

❝ I've got an hour to waste til my shift at the bar. No lingerie or cutesy animal themed stuff, got it?❞

Sarah laughs. ❝Fine. But you have to let me do your makeup and hair if you pick one.❞

You snort in laughter. ❝ How about you just be happy I agreed to tag along with you two..❞ you nod to Kiara as she leans against the railing around the pier, ❝ And leave me to my own devices with hair and makeup, huh?❞

❝ This is a bad idea, Sare.❞ Kiara gives you a dirty look and you roll your eyes right back at her. Cleo laughs quietly and shakes her head.❝ Alright, you three. Behave. If we’re going, we should go.❞

❝What's wrong with me doing your hair and makeup, anyway?❞ Sarah asks and you laugh. ❝It’s fine for you..I'm just not into the whole princess vibe.❞

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You're lingering hesitantly with your brother and his friends, infinitely regretting your spur-of-the-moment decision to buy the form fitting little white tank style dress and the veil and garter, but in your defense, Cleo dared you. And you're nothing if not petty, so given that you're going to the bonfire tonight just to see Topper and you know what your brother's always saying, you chose the petty road and tonight's costume is you, making a point. The thrifted dress had been longer 3 hours ago but all the tulle and fluff had been torn away from the rest of the dress, leaving you with a form fitting white dress that stopped just about the tops of your thighs. It's the shortest thing you've ever worn out in public but when you also found a garter and an old veil that you could use to form your own shorter veil, you took it to be a sign from the petty gods.

When you'd told Cleo this earlier, she nearly doubled over laughing.

❝ The flannel and combat boots are throwing off the whole costume.❞ Sarah clucks her tongue as she says it, giving you a once-over. ❝ I don't get why you had to destroy a perfectly good wedding dress either...❞

You shrug. ❝Deal with it, Sarah.❞

Sarah spots Topper as his Jeep pulls to a stop next to the Audi Kelce drives.

Cleo nudges you but you shake your head. ❝ Not right now..❞

Sarah and Kiara have spotted your brother and JJ so they're gone with quickness and it's now only you, Cleo and Pope standing near the coolers and kegs waiting to be tapped. Cleo nudges you and nods at Topper.

You happen to look up just in time to lock eyes with him. You figure he's going to look down first so you're surprised when he smiles and gives a little wave. You pour yourself a drink and take a sip, almost immediately spitting it out.

❝ You are officially on your own, girl. Me and Pope are going somewhere a little more…private.❞ and now Cleo and Pope are gone, leaving you all by yourself. You shuffle your combat boots against the sand awkwardly and you're just about to head over to play a hand of cards with your friends Jesse and Alec, but just as you take a step in the direction of Jesse's tailgate, you're tapped on the shoulder.

❝ You’re here.❞ Topper's breath is minty against your neck and your thighs clamp together in seconds. ❝ I didn't think you'd show up.❞

You turn to face him, head tilted slightly to look up at him. He towers over you easily and you swallow hard, blowing at a strand of fallen hair. All you can do is shrug as words fail you yet again.

Topper chuckles, the sound is husky, quiet. A crowd racing past you both forces you to step into his body and as the wind picks up a little, you hug your flannel shirt tighter against your body. Topper notices this and with a chuckle, he pulls off the jacket he's wearing and holds it out to you. You glance at it, then up at him. He pushes it at you and when you don't immediately take it, he slips it around your shoulders.

You can feel the exact second both JJ Maybank and your brother have caught onto it but you honestly couldn’t care less. Topper smiles down at you and because of the height difference between you two, he has to bend down just a little when he whispers ❝ I’m glad you came tonight. Kelce, he’s uh.. Been after me to just do something already but I.. Forget it.❞ he laughs quietly, ❝ It’s dumb.❞

You take a sip from the orange plastic cup in your hand and stare up at him quietly, nodding. Your cheeks feel a little warm, a little flushed and you can’t decide whether it’s from the watered down 80 proof in the cup you hold in your hand or if it’s from being around Topper Thornton, like usual.

Every time the two of you have a little run-in, you come away flustered then too.

Duh, you reflect on it, I'm always getting myself into weird and dangerous positions that somehow, he always manages to be close enough to save me from. And I wanna feel bad about that but it puts me in his path and I'm fine with that.

❝ I figured it was the least I could do, Top. I uh...❞ you shift your feet in the sand a little as you laugh at yourself and the sheer lack of ability to form words you’re suffering currently, ❝ I kind of owe you my life.. Three thousand times over, actually.❞

Topper snickers for a few seconds, falling silent again. By now you’ve migrated to a little bonfire further down the shore from the bigger one that everybody’s crowded around. He slips an arm around you and this pulls you straight into his side. Against him. You’re so close that the scent of his cologne envelopes you. As the two of you settle down in a spot on the sand, he speaks up again, gazing into the fire. ❝ I wasn’t keeping score. Y’know, you’re kind of a trouble slash danger magnet, right?❞ he chuckles as he looks over to see you pouting at him. You lightly swat his arm. ❝ Hey! That’s not fair! It’s not like I try to get myself in weird or dangerous situations, Top.❞

❝ Yeah.❞ he laughs, giving you that dimpled grin. You’re trying to resist, but the urge to be closer is driving you crazy. You lean against his side a little, your head resting against his bicep.

Topper’s breath hangs.

❝I always love t’ come out here and look at the stars.❞ you mutter quietly. Topper nods. ❝ Yeah, but the view at the lighthouse is prettier. Go all the way to the top and you can see everything..❞

❝ I’ve always wanted to go there..❞ you muse. He pulls himself up off the sand and holds out his hand to you. And that stupid, sexy, dimpled smile is back. You gaze at the hand he holds out and swallow hard. He’s grinning ear to ear. ❝ C’mon. We can slip away, nobody will ever know. I only come to this shit anymore because Kelce drags me.❞ Topper admits, conveniently leaving out the part where he mostly comes to be as close to you as he dares to get, lest he invoke the wrath of your overprotective big brother, John B.

But he’s got a foot in the door tonight. One chance to be even closer to you than he typically dares to get -aside from the times he happened to be in the right place at just the right time and he managed to keep you alive and safe.

He’s determined to take it.

You take hold of his hand. Biting your lip as you’re pulled off the sand and straight into his body. You’re only half teasing when you say it, ❝ Bet you take all the girls up there, huh? You being a ladies man and all..❞

He shakes his head. ❝ Nope. It’s somewhere I go alone, actually.❞

And you’d never own up to it but when he tells you that, you’re falling even more in love with him and you were just starting to think that couldn’t be possible.

❝ We’re gonna have to speed-walk to the Jeep.❞ you say it and through laughter, the two of you make a beeline for the Jeep. You practically dive into his passenger seat and he backs out of the spot he parked in as fast as he can, his arm around the back of your seat as he turns his head slightly, looking back over his shoulder.

You can feel those butterflies in your stomach, for sure. You know what you’re about to do, sneaking away with a Kook, is at best, a mere bad idea.. But for a bad idea, it feels so good.

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The stars glitter and glisten through floor to ceiling panes as you step into the little room atop the lighthouse. Your gasp makes him smile because he’d been hoping you might actually appreciate the view if he ever managed to be lucky enough to get you up here with him.

You turn to him in a rush, your chest presses against his as one of your hands finds purchase in the front of his favorite denim jacket, the one lined with wool. ❝ Top,❞ there it is, that sweet and sultry little purr that haunts his dreams, asleep or awake. He’s staring down at you, dazed. Because the moon is hitting your face just right and your skin is soft and dewy. You’re staring right back up at him, your grip on the front of his jacket tightens just a slip. When you realize just how close you’re pressed against him, your breath catches, a quiet gasp leaving your slightly parted lips.

He leans down, his face into yours just a little. A hand raises and cups your face after he’s brushed some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. ❝ What’s up?❞ he asks finally, the silence is too much for him.

❝ It’s so beautiful up here.❞ you mutter, raising one leg slightly, bent at the knee. He chuckles. The sound is soft. A little husky. Deep as the sound rose up from the very bottom of his soul. It gives you another little tummy flutter. For just a split second, you wonder if this is how awestruck Sarah Cameron had to feel when he looked at her the way he’s looking at you right now. And then in the next breath you’re doing all you can to mentally gaslight yourself that no, he’s definitely not looking at you like that.

You almost manage to pull it off until he shatters the silence. ❝ What I’m lookin at right now is more beautiful.❞

You gulp. The minty clean warmth of his breath fans your face as his moves even closer and the hand that had been on your cheek just seconds before moves to the back of your head. Thick digits catch against your hair. You melt against him and you try not to do it, but your eyes flutter closed as your tongue drags over your bottom lip. The ripped piece of lace you’d stapled to a headband to make yourself a veil at the last minute is lifted, raised out of his way completely.

❝ I’m gonna kiss you.❞ he mumbles quietly, his free hand settled on your hip which he squeezes and uses his grip to pull you into him even closer, as if there was any space left between you both in the first place. ❝ You.. If you don’t want me to kiss you...❞ words are frustrating. He swears under his breath and takes a very shaky deep breath to try again. But you don’t want to wait a single second longer, maybe at least half of your brain is convinced that this is a daydream and you’re going to come out of it to find Cleo and Pope sitting across from you in your usual booth at the Wreck, laughing their asses off.

❝ Are you crazy?❞ you mumble soft, your lips bump right into his as you speak, ❝ I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were twelve.. When I almost drowned to death and you saved me?❞

Topper blinks. He’d honestly thought that given all previous interactions, you’d panic and bolt. Because that used to be what you did in any situation where you found yourself alone with him. ❝ You.. you really mean that...❞ he studies you, curious.

❝ I said it, Top.❞ you mumble quietly. You’re not good at making eye contact for too long. So when you try to stare a hole through the front of Topper’s denim jacket, he cups your jaw and makes you look up at him. The distance between your mouths begins to close again. Time all but freezes and finally, his thick tongue splits the barrier of your lips. You keep up with him as best as you can but it’s clumsy. A little needy and you’re melting into his body the more the kiss deepens. When your lips latch onto his bottom one, he groans against your mouth quietly and the hair his hand is so caught up in is given a slight little tug.

The two of you are light-headed, racing hearts and breathing for each other when the kiss breaks and you reluctantly pull apart, a strand of saliva keeping just a small hint of connection between your mouths. ❝ Fuck.❞ - that’s both of you mumbling the word in unison because he’d imagined what kissing you might feel like for a while now but what he’s just done went above and beyond his wildest imagination. And he knows it won’t be enough because he’s already pulling you back against him and leaning himself down into you for another one.

Your hand raises and settles in his hair, giving it a tug as you climb up into his arms, your legs circling his waist. The ripped lace of the flimsy DIY veil falls down between both of your faces at one point and Topper’s hand catches against the dollar store headband and slips it off your head, letting it fall from his fingers to the wooden floor of the room. You’ve rubbed yourself against him at least two times by now and you keep making these cute little whiny sounds that are driving him to the brink of his restraint.

When your mouth strays from his, seeking out the side of his neck, he sucks in a sharp breath. Hands catch against your ass, squeezing a double handful through a skintight white tank dress. He growls into your neck, ❝ We.. we don’t have t’ do this.. This isn’t why I brought you up here, love.❞ and it’s so cute and sweet and when he calls you love it’s just such a gentleman’s choice of word. You pull away to stare up at him. ❝ I know, I just..❞ you take a deep breath, laugh at yourself because you know damn well you’re rushing into this but at this point, it just feels like you’ve waited longer than forever. Maybe even longer than an eternity.

❝ What? You can tell me, love.❞ Topper coaxes. You play with the front of his jacket as you try to will the words out. ❝ I promised myself if I ever got a chance.. With you.. I was going to do everything I could to make you mine.❞ you cringe a little, it has to sound needy. It has to sound crazy, after all, every previous interaction between you both involved you making a hasty retreat.

❝ You.. you did?❞ he’s puzzled. Because he’s never been anyone’s first choice. He’s never been the guy who gets kissed like you just kissed him. He’s the best friend. Comic relief. The one people turn to only when he can do something for their benefit.

❝ Topper,❞ you whine out as you try to rub against him as much as you can and cling to his body, ❝ I want you..❞

He’s gaping. Stunned. Speechless. Because not only is someone begging for him.. That someone is someone he’s actually had his eye on for a really long time. Secretly, of course.

❝ I… I didn’t say too much, did I?❞ you ask quietly when he’s still dazed a second or two later and you notice that he’s not really responding to anything you’re doing. You frown a little and you’re just about to climb down out of his arms but he takes a step back. You wind up sat on the circular metal railing that surrounds the circular room. ❝ No. No, love.. You didn’t. I just needed to process.❞ Topper explains as his hands leave your hips, skimming up the front of your body, squeezing and cupping your breasts through thin fabric. When you start to rock into him all over again, he bites back a growl and thrusts himself against you so you can feel how hard he is through the jeans he’s wearing. And then he’s staring at you, eyes burning, pupils blown with lust. ❝ You’re.. You’re sure, yeah? We don’t have t’ do this right now, love...❞ he’s melting back into you, his mouth against your neck, tongue dragging the length of your pulse before he takes a little nip of exposed skin.

The scent of vanilla, of you and that sugary sweet cheap perfume you always wear, that fills his awareness, permeates the air all around you both. When his hand slips up your dress and he feels the garter wrapped around your thigh, he inhales, resting his forehead against the top of your breasts. The clasp to the garter was tricky. It was frustrating for him, especially when the only thing he wanted was to strip everything away that kept your skin from touching his.

❝ I hate this damn thing.❞ he huffs out just two seconds before he finally just loses all patience with your tight and stubborn clothing and rips the garter away. Your thin flannel shirt goes next, followed by his denim jacket, both settling in a heap on the floor of the observation room.

With shaking hands you reach down between your bodies to unbutton his jeans and they settle around his ankles.

He’s sucking your neck as he works the short and tight little dress up your hips, relishing all your little whimpers and whines and the way you're just so damn responsive to every little touch or kiss. His hand slips between your thighs and your breath catches, your head fallen back against the floor to ceiling pane of glass at your back. He cups your wet sex, rubbing his hand against it until you're rocking yourself against his hand, moaning his name and he can feel you dripping against his palm.

❝ Have you ever..uh, have you done this before, love?❞ he asks the question both not expecting your answer and preparing himself to be at least a little jealous, more determined to erase anyone else you've ever been with from your memory. ❝ No.❞ you breathe out against his neck as you work his shirt up and out of the way. Topper is frozen again. Trying to process everything, from the first kiss to now, when you've just told him that he's going to be your first lover. Only, his mind corrects as he feels himself getting harder at the mere thought that he's going to be the first, only, boy to bury his cock inside you. He never thought that just finding out you are a virgin would drive him as crazy as it is.

❝ Okay, look at me, love..❞ he's trying to be the voice of reason, to slow things down before they go too far. He wants to make sure you really are ready. He cups your jaw, tilting your gaze up ❝Do you really want this? Are..are you sure?❞, he asks, trying to get you focused on the question.

But you're begging and the way you keep kissing on him while clinging to him as much as you can melts him. He melts down into you after releasing his hold on your jaw, his face buried in your tits as his hands squeeze your ass.

❝ I want you, Top. Nobody else. You.❞ you answer quietly, cupping his face to make him look up at you so he knows you mean it and you're not just in the heat of the moment. ❝ You.❞

It's everything he's always wanted to hear and given up on hearing. He's all over you after it sinks in, lips against soft skin, hands anywhere he can get them on you. ❝ I'm..fuck.❞ he breathes out against your mouth as he crashes his mouth against yours, ❝ I'm yours, okay?❞ he promises, melting into you so much that you're pressed back against the window.

Your fingers drag over his abdomen as you take in what he's promising. You weren't expecting it, you're blown away.

You whine out in need as you tug at the waistband of his boxers. He chuckles.

❝ Oh no. No, love, not until I get a taste of you first.❞ he mutters against the shell of your ear. Thick digits hook in the side of your panties, he works them down your legs and when they settle at your ankles, he gets down on his knees in front of you, gazing up. ❝ C'mon, love.. open those pretty legs for me. Let me see what I'm doing to you.❞ he murmurs, parting your legs with his hands. As he sets sights on your bare cunt -and how wet you are, he barely stops a groan at the sight. You fidget a little, squirming in his intent gaze because he's your first. This is all so very new to you. You’re afraid that he's going to change his mind. ❝ Relax, love. I swear to God I'm gonna take care of you, baby.❞

His tongue drags over the outline of his lips as moonlight makes your skin glisten, you're dripping for him and he's barely done a thing. He takes a pause, a few seconds to wrap his head around the fact that this is real and its happening.. with him. He's the one you've chosen to give yourself to and he's determined not to make you regret it.

His tongue drags over the soft skin, tracing its way up your inner thighs. When you start to giggle because you discover you're ticklish on your inner thighs, he chuckles quietly. When his tongue drags a stripe right up the center of your dripping hot sex, your breath hangs in your throat. He groans at the taste of you as it fills his mouth and two fingers join his tongue, stretching you more than you're used to. Your hand catches in his hair and you tug as his fingers and tongue fuck your virgin cunt to prepare you to be full of him. He mutters against your skin ❝ Pull harder, love. If it helps.❞ as he buries his tongue deep inside. Your free hand curls around cool metal and you whimper and whine.

There's a white hot ache that's creeping in, settling in the pit of your stomach as Topper works his fingers and tongue inside you. ❝ Top…❞ you're moaning his name like a prayer as you try to move your hips, desperate for more.

❝ Good girl. Fuck. Fuck,❞ he groans out, the sound of his voice muffled by the way he's got his face buried between your thighs. He stops to breathe - and to watch the way your head falls back and your mouth is hanging open partially, begging him to fuck you. ❝ Such a good girl for me.❞

You're so close. He can feel you tense up. He starts to slow down and you cry out for him, frustrated tears shining in your eyes as he looks up at you, his tongue dragging over your throbbing clit. ❝ Too much, love?❞ he questions.

You nod. He pulls himself up off his knees and steps between your legs, his hands pinning your hands against the glass at your back as he lets his boxers fall to the floor and lines up his cock with your dripping hole. As he fucks into you for the first time, you clench around his cock and it's so tight. His breath catches and when he feels you tense up, he goes still. Kissing on you as he waits for you to get used to taking his cock.

❝ Is it.. are you okay now, love?❞ he asks, gently cupping your jaw as you nod and start trying to rock yourself into him.

This feels so fucking good, - the thought comes as you clench tight around him and he groans against your neck, plowing into you slow and deep.

❝ –oh God don't stop dontstop, baby you feel so good. So gooood.❞ you're in the heat of the moment and all he can do is watch as you come undone, the sexy little sounds you're making combined with the way you clench around his thick cock is almost enough to make him come undone. ❝ Easy, love.❞ he coaxes, driving into you at a new angle as he lets go of your hands and grabs your hips, picking you up to slam you down on his cock over and over. ❝ I'm…fuck…I wanna cum, princess. You feel so so good. So good.❞ he's begging for it and he doesn't care, he's got no shame at all. You’re clinging to him as your orgasm rips through you and leaves you a fucked out and needy mess. He's thrown into his own orgasm, your cunt squeezing his cock so perfectly that he can't hold it off.

You feel him throbbing, hot seed painting your insides and he leans down into you, his forehead against your tits while he takes a few sloppy thrusts. His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's equal parts sloppy and sweet.

Down on shore, the festivities are still going, you can see the bonfire from where you are as you slip down from the rail, the two of you helping each other redress, stopping to steal kisses or melt into each other.

As he holds out your 'veil' to the costume, he turns it over in his hands and chuckles quietly. ❝ Tiffany..from Bride of Chucky, right?❞ he asks and you laugh softly.

❝ Nope. I am a bride though.. since my brother thinks that I'm gonna run off to marry you just because I really like you and I stare too much, I decided to prove him right.❞

Topper chuckles. Then it sinks in what you're admitting. He catches up to you as you're about to open the door to the room and he turns you around to face him. ❝ I kinda thought you hated me or that I scared you because you're always rushing off whenever we happen to be alone.. thats not true?❞

You laugh softly and shake your head. ❝ I didn’t want my idiot brother to come after you. If he hurt you, I..❞ you trail off, a hand raised to caress his cheek as you stare up at him. ❝ I'm not trying to scare you or anything but..❞ you lean against him, ❝ I think I could love you. That I have for a long time..❞

He's blown away. He cups your jaw to make you look up at him as he takes in what you've just said. ❝ D-do you mean that?❞

You smile softly and nod. He holds you tighter, his nose against the crown of your head. ❝ He doesn't scare me. And he won't stop me from being with you.❞ Topper promises, staring down at you.

❝ Wanna go back down?❞ he asks after a few seconds. You laugh and shake your head no, telling him ❝ I only came tonight to be close to you.❞

The two of you do make your way out of the lighthouse but it's to sit on the deck, you caged in by his body as he holds you close and points out different stars in the sky.

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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!!!

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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.

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!

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.

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?

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.

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 · 2 years

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good kind of butterflies

— pairing: Topper Thornton x Reader

— type: fluff & slight angst

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

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

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

part 1 // part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- at the party -

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

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

“Yo what’s up, Cameron?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why thank you, my good sir”

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

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

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

You immediately swatted his hand off of you.

“Get away from me” you told him.

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

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

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

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

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

“No” JJ looked at you extremely confused.

“What do you mean no?”

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

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

“Y/n stop scre-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go home then, Princess”

- back at home -

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

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

“Come in” you said just above a whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhm- nothing. Don’t wor-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Topper-” you started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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hello sweet lola! could i request ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ with topper?? thank you xoxo

Topper Thornton x female reader

“Why can’t I come with you?”

thank you for sending in bestie!

“Why can’t I come with you?” Topper whines from your bed, where’s he’s dramatically splayed out on your pillows.

“Babe, I told you twice, it’s girl’s night and you are not invited.”

“I know, but I haven’t seen you like all week. It’s hardly fair.”

“Shut up,” You giggle, rolling your eyes playfully.

“I could just put on one of your dresses and none of the girls will even notice.”

“Top, no.”

He pouts again, pulling your blanket over his face.

“You’re such a baby.” You joke, turning back to the mirror to apply lip gloss.

“Your baby?” He wonders hopefully, peeking out from the blanket.

“Well yeah.” You say like it’s obvious, and it is. “But still a baby nonetheless.”

“I love you.” He says fondly, blue eyes practically swimming with hearts.

“I love you too.” You grin. “And you can come over when I get back if you want to.”

“Of course I want to.”

#mine #my work #my writing #witchwyfe writing #witchwyfe 1k #lola's 1k #topper thornton #topper thornton x reader #topper thornton x you #topper thornton imagine #topper thornton oneshot #topper thornton prompt #topper thornton drabble #topper thornton blurb #topper thornton x y/n #outer banks topper x reader #topper thornton fanfiction

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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outer banks ● (not) just friends ● t. thornton

warnings:

idiots in love trope, slight hints of jealous!Topper -blame Rafe, kissing + the saliva that goes along with that, mentions of injury, an awkward first kiss. writer is making an attempt to break out of a rut and clear some rust.

word count:

probably nearing 1k. one shot.

summary:

prompts borrowed from ( this list ) .

You've been fighting the way you feel about your new best friend Topper Thornton for months now and it all comes to a head.

taglist:

-- there is nobody on my outer banks taglist yet. if you wanna change that, add your name ( here )

other links:

masterlist | toppers masterlist | about + rules

“ If there's nothing going on there, you don’t mind if I ask her out, do you? “ the question is a harmless enough one but Topper Thornton tenses up all over as Rafe Cameron asks it.

He looks over at Rafe as Rafe flops down to sit on the sand beside him. Rafe chuckles to himself. Topper hasn’t stopped staring at you for at least five minutes. Not since you made the killer save in the volleyball game being played. ,, he's always staring though, he's not gonna do anything about it." the thought comes and Rafe is smirking about it. Letting his gaze drift to you and linger just a little too long for Topper's liking, he knows this because Topper not only clears his throat but he gives him a dirty look after a few seconds.

Topper snorts in laughter. “She kinda hates you, Rafe.”

“Hate sex is fun though.”

Topper’s fist clenches and he feels his jaw tighten. He doesn’t look at Rafe, choosing instead to focus on you as you jump and bounce around on the sand, trying to get beneath the volleyball when it’s served and it soars over the net. He cringes when you leap up and try to smash it back over the net but you wind up lying on the ground, breathless because the wind’s been knocked right out of you instead.

Rafe knows damn well that he’s struck a nerve, so he keeps going. Because it’s fun and it’s amusing to him, watching Topper Thornton get all riled up but keep his anger bottled up inside. ,, If he’d stop holding back the anger, stop being a damn doormat and actually fight for something..” the thought comes and it has Rafe laughing to himself, a hand raking over his close cropped haircut.

Topper tears his eyes off of you for just a second and gazes at Rafe, a humorless gleam in his eyes. Out of his peripheral vision, he sees your friend help you up off the sand and he sees you gingerly making an attempt back over to your beach towel. He’s on his feet before he even stops to think about it, moving towards you. Approaching Cleo, the Pogue you’re best friends with and he flashes her a smooth grin. “I’ll take her over.”

You’re still fuming, you’re beyond irritated that you couldn’t save the volley and turn it around so that your team scored the winning point. Cleo looks from you to Topper and she’s wary. “It’s fine, Cleo.” you smile a pained smile as Cleo lets Topper move to where she stood seconds before. Topper slips an arm around you and the other one below your knees as he scoops you up into his arms wordlessly. Maybe a quiet chuckle or two at how you’re the only person he knows who is clumsy enough to fall up a hill or flight of stairs.

Once he gets you to his beach towel -not your own, Rafe is grinning that charmers grin, glassy and glazed over blue hues fix on you in the little red bikini with small white hearts all over it and it’s mismatched white bottom with red hearts. He bites his bottom lip, seats himself closer to you. Close enough that Topper’s jaw clenches in a split second.

,, she’s your friend. Not Rafe’s. Rafe just wants to fuck her.” the thought comes and Topper lets it influence him into seating himself so that you can lean yourself against his side. You’re now sandwiched between the two most eligible Kook singles on the island.

And the hardened muscles of Topper’s body draw you in like a magnet, prompting you to lean against him even more without stopping to think about what you’ve done. You’ve rested your head against his bicep and you’re watching your friends as they volley back and forth, you cup your hands and yell out loud when John B completely misses a chance to score a point for the two of you’s team. “If you’d stop staring at your girl, idiot!” you laugh and go quiet. Topper’s staring down at you for a few seconds and you feel your cheeks burn red. You’re lost in his eyes like an idiot and then you make the mistake of glancing down at his lips. And staring just a little too long. You’ve leaned against him completely by now, letting the warmth of his body warm you up because you’re still wet from your impromptu dip in the water to cool off between games a few minutes prior.

Your ankle is swelling and it hurts like hell. Putting even a little weight on sends a dull throb through the bottom of your leg. “Shit.” you grumble, mostly to yourself. Totally unaware of the silent territory war that seems to be going on between two very old -but very competitive, friends through a series of glances over top of your ducked head. To get a better look at your ankle, you wind up putting your legs over Topper’s lap.

He bites back a quiet groan.

Rafe can see the way his friend almost wants to crawl out of his own skin and it’s hilarious. Moreso because Topper won’t grow a pair and take what he wants already. But Rafe isn’t the same.

“I could give you a lift to the lifeguard shack. They’ll have bandages, other shit.” Rafe says it so chill, so nonchalant. You glance up from your inspection of your injury and you gaze at Rafe Cameron, mulling it over, a plump bottom lip caught between pearly teeth. And you realize once you really stop to think about it that a) you don’t trust Rafe Cameron as far as you can throw him and b) if anybody’s going to give you a lift anywhere, it’s going to be your new friend Topper. Because of all the Kooks you’ve met since your family upgraded from a trailer on the Cut to a modest little house in suburban hell on Figure 8, Topper is the only one you really care to get to know. He’s the only one you trust.

Of course, goes without saying that you’ve had a crush on him for weeks now and the more you’re around him, the more its like you torture yourself because you know he’d never choose you, he’s still caught up on Sarah Cameron, but.. A girl can dream, can’t she?

In other words, you’re completely oblivious to the silent territory war that’s been going on for weeks between Topper Thornton and Rafe Cameron over who gets to be your man. A territory war that Rafe thinks he’ll win hands down and Topper, well.. He’s barely fighting because the thing with Sarah ending the way it did has him… wary.

He’s gaslighting himself right into giving up before he even lets himself in the game, in other words.

“Yes? No? Maybe?”

“I’m uh.. I’ll be fine, I guess.” you shrug as if your ankle isn’t fucking killing you and you grit your teeth against the pain. If Topper had been the one to ask, you’d have jumped at the chance.

Rafe scowls a little. “Dumb idea, but okay.”

He’s gone, probably to get a fix from that guy Barry. And you’re actually relieved that he’s gone.

Topper’s still reeling. You have your legs in his lap. Worried about your injury, he gingerly picks up your foot and when he sees how swollen your ankle is getting, he clucks his tongue. “You need somethin on that.”

“I mean it’d be nice but.. It hurts to move right now, Top.”

“Maybe if I carried you?” Topper suggests before he can stop himself. You laugh softly. “If you want to carry my fat ass all the way down the beach to the lifeguard stand, by all means.” you’re leaning your head against his bicep a little more. “I won’t stop you.”

“I can carry you.” Topper smirks as he says it. Chuckling as he stands, letting you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Where are you taking her, asshole?” JJ Maybank looks up from puffing his vape to glare at Topper as he stands with you in his arms.

“To get her ankle looked at.” the answer aimed at the platinum blond who’d asked, it comes out a little annoyed. Tense. Because Topper knows that JJ and John B have been your best friends since you were a little girl, but he can’t stop the jealousy. It always feels like JJ is a little too protective over you and that bothers him.

“JJ, jesus christ. It’s fine, alright? Totally fine. You act like he’ll fucking kidnap me, doofus.”

“Wouldn’t put it past him.” JJ deadpans.

John B nudges JJ and shakes his head after glancing in your direction. “Let ‘em go, man.”

“Fine, alright.”

“Thank you, father!” you’re joking and you flip JJ Maybank off from Topper’s firm grasp on your body. The bright and blinding glow of the sun overhead sends you to seek out solace with your face in the crook of Topper’s neck and you can feel his fingers squeeze against your skin. He falters a little, trying to keep you from slipping out of his grasp because he wasn’t expecting you to bury your face in his neck.

,, it’s just to hide her eyes from the sun, man.” the thought comes and a note of bitterness creeps in along with. Topper pulls himself together as he seats you carefully onto the back of the sleek and fast ATV he’s parked between the atv’s belonging to his friends Kelce and Robert.

“You’re gonna want to hang on tight.” he tells you as he fires up the engine and the ATV takes off. You do as you’re told, slipping your arms around his waist and resting your forehead against his bare back. Topper has to work to focus on paying full attention to his planned path.

And too soon, the ride to the lifeguard shack at the end of the beach is drawing to an end. As he untangles you from his body and slips off the ATV to pull you off and back into his arms, you’re pouting a little and he notices it. This makes him frown.

“Something wrong?”

“I,uh..” you’re fumbling for words. And you’re so damn tired, you can’t keep fighting the way you’re feeling.

Your hands raise, one catching in frosted blonde strands and the other resting at his broad shoulders. You pull him down to your level just a little, enough to just barely graze your mouth against his awkwardly and it’s all happening so damn fast that Topper Thornton doesn’t have time to think straight, let alone react. As your tongue pushes past the barrier formed by his lips, it slowly starts to sink in that you’re kissing him and a reaction of some kind is… probably necessary. But his mind is blown and he’s seeing so many sparks as you tug at his hair, melt into him -all with your injured ankle raised behind you so you’re not standing on it- that he just.. Doesn’t do it right away.

You pull away, back of your hand dragging across your mouth and you’re staring at him and the only coherent thought in your brain is one.. “Run. Run now before this gets awkward. Because he obviously did not want to kiss you.”

And so, run is what you do.

You’re tearing off down the beach ignoring the sear of pain in your ankle and the fact that you just know you’re making a bad sprain worse and you’re making fair progress in your rush to get away from the awkward situation you created seconds before until it happens.

You trip over a hole some kid dug into the sand earlier and you go down.

Topper had been running after you because his brain finally unfroze and he realized quick that if he didn’t do something, he was going to give you the wrong impression.

He spots you just as you’re sitting up and raking sand off your chest and arms. And he’s grumbling to himself because if he’d done something back, if he hadn’t been an idiot just now, you would’ve still been kissing him -possibly, and you wouldn’t have run off.

He pulls you up off the sand and wordlessly, he carries you back down to the lifeguard shack. The tension between you both thick enough that the air is popping, crackling and alive with it.

When he pauses to sit you on the ATV so he can finish brushing the sand off your body, he steps between your legs, each one squeezing one of his hips or the other before you can stop yourself from doing it. Topper fixes golden brown eyes on you and bites his lip, pausing.

It’s like he’s thinking about something really hard and right now, he is.

“You kissed me..” he laughs at himself and shakes his head, but he asks the question a second later, “Why?”

You take a deep breath. The first time you try to answer, you just can’t. The words won’t come. But he’s staring at you intently, holding a breath he doesn’t even realize he’s holding. You’re looking down, at your swollen ankle, your scraped knee, anything but directly at him.

You take another deep breath. And this time, when you open your mouth, it finally comes out.

“ I wanted to kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you for quite a while. “

Topper blinks in surprise and then he’s laughing. Grinning bright enough to outshine the sun. And that slight cockiness is back as he bends to scoop you off of his parked ATV. “You did,hm? I hope you don’t hold that failed attempt on my part against me. Trust me, I’m a way better kisser than that.”

“Oh you are, huh?” you’re teasing. Pretending to pout as you stare deep into his eyes when he stops, sits you on the steel guard rail edging the deck of the lifeguard shack. He steps between your legs and you slip your arms around his neck and lean against him heavily. The pain in your ankle, at least for the time being, is forgotten. “I kind of thought you didn’t like me.”

“Can’t let you think that, now can I?” Topper’s hand settles against the column of your neck as he leans down, into you, his mouth on a collison course with yours. The kiss is full of teeth and tongue, you come away with lips that ache and they’re starting to bruise. A small circlet of marks at the base of your throat too and you’re giggling to yourself about this as you pull apart to breathe.

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“Me either.” you mumble, giving him a smile. His forehead rests against yours and he caresses your cheek, laughing quietly. “You’re covered in sand, babe.”

You wrinkle your nose.

He laughs again.

“Let’s get your ankle wrapped and your knee cleaned up, alright?”

You nod. Smile and melt against him completely. “Then will you take me somewhere else?”

“Where do you wanna go?” he asks, pecking the bridge of your nose.

“Anywhere I can be alone with you.”

“I think that can be arranged, princess.”

#topper thornton #topper thornton fanfiction #topper thornton fanfic #topper thornton imagine #topper thornton x you #topper thornton x reader #topper thornton x y/n #outer banks ● topper thornton #<- my writing ● topper thornton #<- warnings ● idiots in love trope | sprained ankle | kissing and saliva | jealousy | mutual pining #-- so ig i am trying to make an active and full comeback now ft. my latest fixation.

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Hey!! Congrats on 2K, you deserve it so much!!! Could I have 2, 24, and 26 from the smut prompts with Topper and a Pogue!reader? Your writing is amazing, thank you in advance!!! 💕

Country Club

Warnings: cursing, smut, slight teasing?, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, dom!Topper, probs more lmao.

Pairings: Topper Thornton x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Topper takes Y/N in the washroom in the Country Club.

Prompts

2. "I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to fuck you senselessly right now."

24. "I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

26. "The things I want to do to you, baby."

a/n: sorry this took me a little while to get back to my 2k requests.

You and your boyfriend Topper were at the country club for a date. You had decided to wear your new dress that you bought especially for this date. Topper had never told you if he actually liked it or not so you were kind of worried that he didn't like your new dress.

"So, you never told me if you liked my new dress or not." You said with a slight chuckle. He looked up and you and smiled a little. "Of course I like your dress, baby." He said. "Are you just saying that?" You asked with a slight frown. "Fuck yes. Of course I do! God, baby, to be honest, I think that you look so fucking hot in this dress. The things I want to do to you, baby." Topper said with a smirk.

"I- Topper!" You said with a giggle. "We're in public." You said with a chuckle. "I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to fuck you senselessly right now." He said. You looked at him in shock. You didn't think that the dress would end up turning him on like this. "I- well what do you expect me to do, Top?" You asked. He stood there for a moment and thought about it for a minute before grabbing your wrist and pulling you away to the washroom.

"I- eek! Topper!" You squeaked as he pulled you into the washroom and locked the door. You turned around to face him and he walked over to you, making you back up until you bumped into the sink behind you. He picked you up and placed you onto the counter by the sink before kissing you passionately. You kissed back and ran your hands through his soft hair.

Topper tugged up the skirt of your dressed before pulling your lace panties down your legs. You spread your legs for him wide as he unbuckled his belt. You helped him unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks before pushing his slacks down his legs. He positioned himself between your legs before thrusting into you.

You gasped and moaned out as he did so. Topper bottomed out of you before he began to fuck you. Your wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders as he began to thrust into you faster. You spread your legs more out of habit as he fucked you. You tried your best to be quiet since you both were in the country club. You knew that if anyone herd you and Topper having sex in the washroom of the country club that you'd never hear the end of it. Word would get around quickly.

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that." He said as he now fucked you at an ungodly pace. "I- Top- I can't!" You whimpered as he fucked you. "What if someone hears us?!" You said. "I really don't give a shit, angel." He said with a smirk. You still tried your best to not be loud but, you eventually failed, moaning out Topper's name as he fucked you senselessly.

Your head fell back and you moaned out loudly as he began to hit your g-spot over and over again. You felt that familiar knot bubbling in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around Topper's hard cock, signaling to him that you were going to cum.

"Fuck, you gonna cum, princess?" He asked as he groaned out. "Shit! Yes, I'm gonna fucking cum!" You moaned out, almost screaming. He smirked and put his face into your neck before nuzzling your neck as he fucked you hard. "Come on, cum for me pretty girl." He said. With that your eyes rolled and your legs began to tremble as you gushed on his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. He groaned out as he came inside of you. The two of you took a few minutes to catch your breath before Topper pulled out of you.

He helped you get your panties back on and you hopped off of the sink so you could fix your dress. You turned around and looked in the mirror. You fixed your hair and then fixed your makeup to try to make it seem like nothing happened between the two of you in the washroom but, you knew someone had to have herd the two of you fucking. Once both of you got looking presentable again, the two of you walked out of the restroom and went back to your table acting like nothing had just happened.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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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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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Bedroom Floor | Topper Thornton

Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

Pairings: Topper Thornton x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N goes over to her boyfriend, Topper's house and the night ends with Y/N and Topper both on the floor breathless.

You were walking down the street. School just ended about 10 minutes ago so you were walking over to your boyfriend’s house. Topper asked if you could come over later and of course you agreed. You had not seen him in awhile because he was on vacation with his family and he just came back today. You didn’t get to see him at school either so, of course you agreed to go see him. You missed him so fucking much. You got to his house and walked up the walkway. You got to the door and rang the doorbell.

Topper quickly answered the door and he smiled widely when he saw you. You giggled and smiled as he picked you up and spun you. You put your face in his neck taking in his sweet scent. You missed everything about him. His smile, his scent, his laugh, every single thing about him. Topper kissed you lovingly before putting you down gently. You smiled and hugged him tightly.

“I missed you to much Top.” You smiled and giggled. “I missed you too baby.” He smiled and kissed your head. You giggled again. He had been gone on vacation for a month. It was only a little over 4 weeks but it was too much. That was the longest time you both were apart and it killed both of you. “What do you want to do?” He asked.

“Hmm..” You hummed tapping your finger on your chin. “We could snuggle.” You giggled. “Sure, I’d love that.” He chuckled and took your hand. The two of you walked up stairs going to his room. Topper opened the door and let you go in first. As you were walking in you tripped over his shoes that were on the floor and fell. Luckily there was a beanbag there and you fell on that but, when you fell you had pulled Topper down with you. Topper rolled off you now on the floor so you could sit up.

“Holy shit, babe I’m sorry I should’ve put my shoes somewhere else.” He said. “No, it’s fine.” You smiled a little. You studied Topper, who was now laying on the floor. The way he was looking up at you honestly started to turn you on. It almost made you feel… in control. You had to admit you were already turned on since you didn’t get to see him for along time and now you get to see his gorgeous face, but, this made that feeling grow.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He chuckled. You got off the beanbag and crawled onto his lap then leaned down and kissed him. He started to see what you wanted and pulled you deeper into the kiss. You put your hands through his hair and tugged gently. Topper was about to flip you both to take control but you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. “Baby..” He whined.

“No no no..” You smirked. “I’m in control today baby.” You said. He sighed but he couldn’t lie, seeing you being dominate like this really turned him on. You could feel a boner growing in his jeans under you. “Now baby boy.. keep those hands up there, ok?” You smirked. You pulled off his top then you kissed him. Then you kissed along his jawline and now you were kissing his neck. You trailed wet kisses down his neck, chest, and stomach. Now you got to the spot that you both were excited for.

You started to unbuckle his belt and pulled it off then you unbuttoned his jeans. You pulled them down as much as you could then did the same with his boxers. Topper helped you and kicked the jeans and boxers off. You bit your lip with a small smile and wrapped your hand around his cock and pumped it twice. You then spit on your hand and used that hand to pump his shaft. A moan escaped his lips as you continued. You then kissed his tip then started to kitty lick the tip. You put your tongue flat on his cock and licked upwards before taking him into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down slowly, pumping the rest of hi length that you could not fit. The moans he was letting out made your pussy even wetter. You were so needy for his cock inside of you. You continued bobbing your head for a few more minutes and you could tell he was close. You pulled away from his cock. You then stripped all of your clothing on and got back onto his lap. You took his cock and rubbed the tip in between your folds teasingly. He whined slightly. You giggled biting your lip and aligned his cock with your entrance and then sunk down.

“Fuck y/n.. you’re so tight.” He groaned slightly. You were so wet that you could feel some of your juices dribble down your thigh. You began to bounce on his cock. He held onto your hips as you did so. You put your hands behind you pushing them into the floor for support as you continued to bounce on his dick.

You were both moaning out. You were lucky that his parents weren’t home right now. You sat back up and started to ride his cock in tight circles. He threw his head back and moaned out. You threw your head back as well. You were having a hard time riding him as well as you were doing before. He could tell so he flipped the two of you. His cock was only out of you for seconds before he roughly thrusted back into you making you moan out. He began to pound into you roughly. You threw your head back and moaned out loudly. You swore the neighbors could probably hear how loud you were.

He kissed your neck, gently biting as he thrusted into you faster. You put your hands through his hair and tugged. He kept hitting your g-spot over and over. The feeling was like euphoria to you. You locked your legs around him and moaned out louder.

“Fuck Topper!” You moaned out. You moans were so loud they were almost screams. “Fuck y/n.. you feel so good.” He groaned out. You felt that familiar knot bubbling in your stomach. “Fuck Top I’m close!” You yelled. You could tell he was close too because his thrusts were getting sloppy. He started to rub your clit at the same pace he was fucking you. “Come on, cum for me baby.” He groaned slightly. With that your back arched and you saw stars as you squirted on his cock making him smirk. A few minutes later you felt his cock twitching inside of you and he shot his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white.

You gasped and were catching your breath as he pulled out of you. Luckily you were on birth control because you knew if you weren’t, you would 100% be pregnant after that. Topper picked up your clothes along with his and put them on the bed then picked you up and laid down on the bed holding you. You smiled and put your face in his neck. You honestly could not believe you were just fucked on the floor. You sat up a little and looked at the floor where you two had made love.

“Oh shit.. there is a mess to clean there though.” You bit your lip and blushed from embarrassment. Topper chuckled. “It’s ok baby, I’ll clean it up. And don’t be embarrassed, that was hot.” He chuckled. “That really showed me how much you missed me.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully and gently hit his chest. You laid back down in his arms and rested your head on his chest. You laid there for a few minutes while Topper pet your head before your eyes fluttered shut and you fell asleep with a small smile.

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 4 months

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Feels like I’m drowning

pairings - topper x reader x rafe

summary - a threesome with your boyfriends best friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fiction-is-life · 2 years

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Laundry Day

Topper x fem!reader

Summary: (Y/N) is caught in a state of undress on laundry day, so Topper teaches her a lesson. 18+ Only.

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Topper, Sub!Reader, Swearing, Unprotected Sex

“Shit! All of my bras are dirty. What am I supposed to wear to work, Kie?” (Y/N) turned desperate eyes onto her best friend from where she was crouched on the floor, scrounging through her drawer that held her clean clothes. She groaned when she didn’t see one, cursing JJ for throwing her into the marsh when she didn’t have a bathing suit on, ensuring that she would have to wash her one decent bra.

Kie just shrugged, a sympathetic pout on her face telling (Y/N) her friend had no real solution before she had even opened her mouth. “I guess just go without one, (Y/N/N),” she suggested. It’s not like anybody should be at the house for a while anyway. You can wash one of your bras there if you really need to.”

(Y/N) bit down on her lip, weighing her options. Kie was correct in saying that she almost never saw her employers during the day, but with her luck, today would be the day they decided to come home for lunch or something. As for another con, she wouldn’t be able to put the bra on right away even if she did wash it there because she would need to let it air dry. But I can’t just go without one all day, she thought. Dr. Thornton would definitely be home before (Y/N) was done with all of her work.

She sighed, resigned to what she needed to do. She grabbed her bra out of the dirty clothes pile and walked out of the room, making Kie wish her “good luck” on the way out.

I can do this, (Y/N) thought, halfway through the morning. She had already collected all of the dirty laundry from around the house and was throwing it in the washing machine, and so far she was the only one in the house.

She heard the front door open and close. Well, I guess I spoke too soon, didn’t I? She sighed, throwing in her bra and setting the washer to run before making her way into the kitchen to make lunch for whoever just walked in, hoping that if it were her employer’s son, Topper, he didn’t bring his friends home, too. The possibility of one guy seeing her braless was certainly enough for one day.

As she stepped into the kitchen, (Y/N) was convinced that the universe surely hated her for there stood Topper…and Rafe……and Kelce. She felt like she could just die of embarrassment when she instantly saw Rafe’s and Kelce’s eyes zone in on her chest. The only reason Topper’s didn’t was because his head was buried in the fridge, looking for something to eat.

(Y/N) forced herself to enter the room fully, but that didn’t mean she could muster up the strength to stand up straight, hoping that her slouched posture hid her state somewhat from the boys. She cleared her throat awkwardly, making Topper pop his head out of the fridge and look at her. “Umm, I can make you guys something to eat if you’re hungry,” she said, awkwardly shifting on her feet.

Topper nodded, his expression giving away nothing. Interacting with the Kook always made her nervous, but he blessedly left her in the kitchen, taking his friends with him into the living room to watch TV and be rowdy.

She took another deep breath before fixing sandwiches for all three of them, leaving the mayo off of Kelce’s since he was allergic to eggs. She placed them all on a tray before walking into the living room and setting them down on the table, having to bend down slightly to do so.

This time she felt three pairs of eyes following her every movement. She hastened to make her exit, almost reaching the door when Topper called her name, making her turn around, her eyes wide. “Yes?” she questioned, biting her lip in order to not say something she would regret without thinking. The three Kooks made her nervous to begin with, but she felt especially vulnerable today.

Topper smirked, his eyes flashing. “I think I’m hungry for something else, but I guess I’ll eat this first,” he drawled, his expression never wavering.

“Oh, um, I can make you something else,” she mumbled, not sure what to say.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” he intoned, turning back to the TV, taking a fairly large bite out of the sandwich for somebody who said it wasn’t what they wanted.

(Y/N)’s brow furrowed in puzzlement before turning on her heel and fleeing to the laundry room once again.

(Y/N) could finally breathe properly when she heard the boys leave twenty minutes after she had served them lunch. Just as they left, the washer buzzed, signalling that the first load of laundry was done.

She busily started transferring the wet clothes to the dryer, crouching down to do so. She stood up, starting the dryer, its loud hum soothing her nerves as she turned to hang up the items that had to be air dried on the rack placed over the dryer, including her bra. As she stretched on her toes to reach the top rack, she felt someone push up against her, rubbing something into her butt.

Something very hard.

And quite large.

Eyes widening in realization, (Y/N) spun around, barely succeeding in getting the person to back up enough for her to do so before they were pushing her against the vibrating dryer once more. She could barely believe what she was seeing, even though it was one of only a few scenarios that logically made sense as it was his house.

Topper stood in front of her, crowding her in and looking like he was about to devour her. “What do you think you’re doing parading around in front of my friends like that?” he practically growled, placing his arms on the dryer on either side of her, trapping her from all sides.

(Y/N)’s breathing picked up, dragging Topper’s eyes down to her heaving chest, breasts almost brushing against his chest. “W-what are you talking about, Topper? I didn’t -” she tried to defend herself before he cut her off sharply.

“Don’t even pretend like you couldn’t see them ogling you, (Y/N),” he spat. “Did you dress like that on purpose? To get them hard?”

(Y/N) gasped, “No! I just didn’t have any clean bras, so I had to. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Topper ground his hard, clothed cock on her stomach again, growling, “Like hell it won’t, (Y/N). I want them to see how perfect you are and know that they can’t have you. That you’re mine.”

(Y/N) was thoroughly confused now. He wanted to flaunt her in front of his friends? He wanted her? Maybe he would have made more sense if she could think clearly, but with the way he was grinding against her, his essence taking over her senses, she could barely remember who she was.

She somehow found it within herself to question him again. “Wait, I’m confused. I didn’t mean to, to -”

“To what? Make me so hard my only thought was to fuck you senseless? To make me stuff you so full with my cock you can only scream my name? Make me put my baby inside you so everybody knows you're mine? What didn’t you mean to do, huh, (Y/N)?” His hands had slowly inched up her torso under her shirt as he spoke until they brushed against her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly under the lightest of his touches, making her ache for him in her very core.

She squeezed her thighs together slightly, hoping for any friction she could get, but he still noticed. That, combined with the way her breath picked up and her eyes grew dark in lust told him all he needed to know.

“Do you want me to fuck you, (Y/N/N)? Do you want me to put my baby inside you, huh?” he asked, punctuating his statement with a flick to her nipples that were now almost painfully hard.

She whimpered, “Yes! Yes, fuck me, Top! Please!”

He smirked. “You don’t have to tell me twice, sweetheart.”

And then he got to work.

He quickly pulled her shirt over her head, his eyes finally feasting on the glorious site of her breasts that had been tempting him all damn day. He groaned, squeezing them in his hands, loving how they were just the perfect size. His lips met hers the next moment, and he lost no time in dominating the kiss, his tongue finding its mate with hers.

Her hands flew up to his chest, wanting to make him feel as out of control as she felt. She quickly grew dissatisfied with only feeling his body heat through the fabric of his shirt, so, without thinking, she started to unbutton it, driven by the need for skin-on-skin contact. He shrugged his arms out of the shirt without breaking their kiss. As soon as the fabric hit the floor, his hands were back on her, one reaching behind her to pull their chests together while the other went to work on the button of her jeans.

Before she knew it, she was completely naked before him, and he was lifting her to sit on top of the dryer, spreading her legs so that he could see her glistening pussy. He let two fingers glide through her slick, slowly, teasingly. He looked utterly satisfied when she couldn’t help but let out a small whimper when he removed his fingers from her. Her whimper turned into a moan, however, when he brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking her taste off of them. Then it was his turn to moan, “Damn, baby, you taste so sweet. Are you this wet all for me?”

Her hips thrust up into nothing, craving contact with anything he thought fit to give her. “Yes, Top, all for you! God, do something, please!” she cried, more desperately aroused than she had ever been in her life.

His hands drew light circles on her thighs, making her shiver. “What do you want me to do, (Y/N/N), hmm?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

She swallowed hard, looking him in the eye. “Anything,” she whispered, matching his tone. “Please.”

He licked his lips before throwing her legs over his shoulders and diving face first into her pussy, his tongue toying with her clit as two of his fingers found her entrance and quickly pushed their way in. The man was a god, instantly finding the spots that had her falling apart in minutes.

After giving her two mind-blowing orgasms in quick succession, he came up for air, his face covered in the remnants of her release. He had never looked more attractive, and looking at him - with his mussed hair from where she had buried her hands in it and his tanned muscles tensed, ready to pounce - she couldn’t help but clench around nothing, needing more - so much more!

He seemed to understand her plight as he backed away far enough to shed his shorts and briefs, his arousal instantly springing to attention. He gave it a few tugs, making the tip leak with pre-cum. “You ready, baby? Because once I start, I’m not gonna be able to stop.”

The words - meant as a warning - only served to make her more aroused. She didn’t bother with answering him; instead she pulled him back to her, the head of his cock brushing her clit in the process.

The brief contact was all it took for Topper’s thin control to finally snap, and he pushed into her, stretching her farther than any of her partners had in the past. It burned, but in the best way. She briefly wondered if he would stretch her out so good everytime they had sex or just this first time.

But then he was thrusting, hitting her g-spot head on every time, making her orgasm build like a flood before a dam, embarrassingly fast. She could think of only Topper, and she chanted his name like a prayer as she buried her face in his neck. The pleasure was so intense it brought her to the brink of tears.

And then the dam broke with a scream of his name, and she squirted all over his cock as her body was seized by her orgasm. Her pussy clenched so hard, Topper had no recourse other than to cum in hot spurts inside her, prolonging her orgasm.

It took a few minutes for both of their heart rates to slow down to a normal rate, but, with his chest still slightly heaving, Topper gave her a firm kiss before pulling out of her. He took half a step back and pulled his shorts back up. He looked her dead in the eye as his smirk returned to the lips that had been moaning her name only a few minutes ago.

“Don’t forget. You’re mine now, (Y/N).” His eyes flicked up to the drying rack above her. He snatched her still-damp bra from it and held it up so she could see it. “And so is this,” he stated.

He walked out of the room, leaving her to try to comprehend what had just happened as the dryer continued to shake beneath her.

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