#topper thorton smut
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demonstration
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, reader is toppers girlfriend, struggling to cum, female receiving oral and fingering, multiple orgasms, edging and overstimulation, protected and unprotected sex, cheating
“maybe you could ask one of your friends for help, top.” you pout, rubbing your hand over his shoulder, not wanting him feel any more upset than he needs to be, but at the same time, you’re not sure how much longer this can go on.
“you can't tell me what i can do to fix it?” topper asks.
“you know i was a virgin before you babe, i really don’t know.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “maybe ask rafe?”
“rafe?” topper turns suddenly to look at you. “why him?”
“i’ve just… heard talk from some of my friends. he can probably give you some good advice. i don’t know.” you shrug. “maybe it’s something wrong with me.”
“no, don’t say that.” topper shakes his head, turning to pull you into him, a hand around your waist.
“you ask your friends and i’ll ask mine.” you give as an option. topper nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, hoping the next time you’re in his bedroom, it’ll go a lot better.
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“what?” rafe gawks at his friend, unsure if he heard him right or if he was going crazy.
“ive never… i’ve never made y/n cum before and i just… i need to know what to do rafe! i’m worried she’s gonna leave me if i can’t get it together and i guess- fuck! i don’t know! just help me out man!” topper paces quickly, bringing his hands to his hair, tugging on it, stressed out of his mind.
“okay, alright, jesus, just clam down!” rafe says, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for topper to sit as well. he’s not sure how long he can keep himself still, already feeling awkward and nervous about not being able to make you cum, only made worse by trying to talk to rafe about it.
“every time i fuck her, i just get so over excited and cum too quickly and i know this is tmi but i just try my best and every time she doesn’t cum and she says its okay but i know it’s really not.” topper blurts out.
“alright, well…” rafe sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. he’s never had this type of issue before with girls. “do you finger her? or eat her out? before you fuck her, i mean.”
“i eat her out sometimes.” topper shrugs. “she says my tongue feels good and i can make her cum like that, but not when im fucking her, i just don’t know what to do, i just get so excited and… and i’ve never had this problem with girls before, it’s just y/n.”
“to be fair, she’s hotter than any girl you’ve been with before.” rafe comments. it’s no secret, so he doesn’t feel bad saying it, especially when topper nods.
“she’s way out of my league, thats why i’m sure if i don’t fix this she’s gonna leave me.” topper sighs.
“maybe a demonstration could help?” rafe suggests, making toppers head snap towards him, a look of fury in his eyes.
“you are not allowed to fuck my girlfriend.”
“no, man.” rafe shakes his head. “what if i’m there while you fuck her? then i can give you specifics, and she will know you are really trying. she told you to ask me right?”
“yeah, i guess you have a reputation of being really good.” topper cringes at his own words.
“i am. so, let me help you, top. brother to brother.”
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rafe understands why topper has such a hard time keeping it together as you lay out naked on the bed, eyes flickering between your boyfriend and his best friend, a cautiously optimistic look on your face.
“go ahead and spread your legs.” rafe says, trying to keep his tone even, to disguise the lust that he feels as his eyes move from your breasts down to between your thighs.
“can you get naked first topper? i feel weird here.” topper was shirtless, but still had his shorts and underwear on, even though he was obviously straining against the fabric.
“yeah.” topper glances briefly to rafe before tugging them down his hips, letting his cock spring free.
“so have you ever cum before y/n?” rafe asks.
“yeah, um… with my own fingers.” you cough awkwardly. “and when topper eats me out.”
“its really just when i’m inside of her.” topper says with a thick swallow as your thighs part, opening them wide to show off your pussy, already gleaming with wetness and a peachy pink color that makes rafe want to bend down and bury his tongue inside of your folds, but he has to behave himself, just happy to have this opportunity to see you like this.
“why don’t you finger her first? then you can show me. open her up a little, it’ll help.” rafe instructs.
topper nods, reaching down and pressing one finger against your hole. you tense up briefly before relaxing, allowing topper to push his finger in.
“is she tight?” rafe asks, without really meaning to, but he figures you must be from the way you are squeezed so tightly around his finger.
“yeah, that’s why i can never last.” topper says, thrusting his finger in and out, the slick sounds of his movement squelching throughout the room.
“does that feel good y/n?” rafe asks, eyes flickering up to your face.
“mhm.” you nod, but you don’t feel any urge to moan, needing more. “could add a second, top.”
“okay.” topper nods, trying to work a second finger in, but you hiss at the stretch, primarily hurting around your entrance, despite your wetness.
“gotta rub her clit too.” rafe says, reaching over and pressing a fingertip to your clit, rubbing it. you gasp out, not just from the good feeling but from rafe touching you, like he swore to topper he wouldn’t do before he agreed to this.
toppers finger slips easily in once you’ve relaxed to having your clit rubbed. topper looks slightly annoyed, but he stays silent when he sees how much you’re liking it now, unable to hold back your moans. “oh, just like that.” you moan, eyes fluttering closed.
“see if you can add a third.” rafe says, flicking his finger over your clit before going back to rubbing.
“i’ve-i’ve never been able to take more than two.” you sit up slightly, surprised when topper presses a third finger and manages to begin thrusting it inside of you.
“aw, fuck.” you whine, trying to close your legs, but topper holds one thigh open with his hand while rafe grasps the other.
“keep ‘em open, cutie.” rafe says. “gonna cum?”
“yeah, yeah keep going-” you cut yourself off before you can yell rafes name instead of toppers.
“pull out, top.” rafe says, suddenly taking his hand away, making your back arch off the bed as you squirm, trying to chase their fingers, to get them back touching you.
“no, no, no.” you whine when topper also pulls out, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.
“sometimes if you’re struggling having her cum with your cock inside her, you can edge her first.” rafe says, switching easily back to teacher mode.
“should i fuck her now?” topper looks to rafe, before glancing to you, realizing he shouldn’t be asking permission to fuck his own girlfriend, but rafe has that type of energy, that commanding presence that easily makes him in control of any situation.
“yeah, put the condom on though.” rafe glances to the bed where topper threw a condom out of his pocket earlier. while topper slides it on, your focus on him, rafe takes a moment to reach to his crotch, squeezing his cock and begging himself to settle, to calm down.
topper lines himself up with your entrance, placing one hand on your hip as he lines himself up with his other hand, pushing inside of you slowly as you moan, eyes squeezing shut, obviously aroused and feeling good by him stretching you, so rafe is unsure what the issue is, until topper begins to move.
he’s thrusting too rapidly, overwhelming you. rafe shakes his head, “slowly, topper. deeper thrusts.”
topper manages to get control of himself, slowing down but still not thrusting deeper, and rafe realizes its because of the angle, topper not holding himself low enough to properly thrust.
“here.” rafe grabs a pillow, a different one from the one you’re laying your head on. rafe taps your hip and you lift them as he stuffs the pillow underneath. “try now.”
topper scooches closer, now able to thrust much easier, entering you at a far better angle as he takes you repeatedly, still going too erratically, too random.
“on a beat.” rafe says. “gotta fuck her steady, can’t just jackhammer.”
“i-i-” topper groans out, pulling out, much to your disappointment as you let out a deep sigh. “i can’t, was about to cum.”
“damn, baby, you must be real tight.” rafe glances to you, making you blush and close your legs slightly, which is hard as you are propped up, spread open on display.
“try again, top, it’s okay.” you soothe him, keeping your voice soft and steady.
topper nods, retaking his cock in his hand, pushing it back inside. you nod in encouragement as he moves, already going to shallow and too fast to properly build you up.
“gotta rub her clit too, man. remember she’s already close from getting edged.” rafe tries to instruct, but when topper places his thumb on your clit, his movements are jerky and too harsh, almost hurting as you cringe, but in your displeasure, your cunt clenches around toppers cock and he looses control, moaning as he cums, pumping into the condom.
“shit!” topper shouts out in pleasure, before he realizes you’re looking up at him with disappointment in your eyes. “shit.” he groans again, this time angry with himself as he pulls out in shame.
“it’s okay, top.” you sit up, moving the pillow as you reach out for your boyfriend, or at least attempt to, but he moves away, looking down in shame.
“you’re gonna break up with me now.” toppers voice is sad as he speaks.
“what?” it takes you back, not expecting it.
“you’re gonna break up with me, aren’t you? because i can’t make you cum, you’re gonna leave me? god, i’m so pathetic.”
“i can’t believe you think i’m that shallow.” you scoff as topper pulls the condom off and tosses it into rafes trashcan, who is simply glancing back and forth between the two of you. “that i would break up with you over sex?”
“you wouldn’t?” topper questions.
“you would?” you question back, growing frustrated. “topper, i let you take my virginity, i can’t believe you thought i would do that just… just go.”
“no, baby, listen.” topper begins.
“i’m not breaking up with you yet.” you tell him. “but i need some space, please just go.”
topper can’t hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to cry in front of you, and especially not rafe, so he pulls his clothes back on quickly and haphazardly before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him.
you sigh, burying your head in your hands. you wouldn’t break up with topper just because of sex, but his reaction to what happened makes you question everything.
“you okay baby?” rafe asks, making you jump, forgetting he was there.
“yeah, sorry, i can leave.” you move to get off the bed when rafe grabs your wrists, making you stop.
“or you could stay.” rafe says, his voice suggestive, as well as the look on his face.
“i-but topper…”
“just finishing off what he started. come on, you came here for help anyways. lets see if you can cum when i fuck you.”
“i-i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
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rafe finally picks his head up from between your legs, cunt now bright red and covered in mess due to your three orgasms his tongue and fingers brought out of you, deciding to go for overstimulation instead of edging, now that he was the one getting to have you.
“still thinking about topper?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine out.
“no.” you admit honestly, all of your thoughts have been replaced by rafe. “fuck me, please, rafe.”
rafe smirks, standing up and taking his shirt off, pleased that your eyes glaze over as you watch him undress, jaw dropping open when his cock is revealed, already hard and leaking.
“yeah, i know i’m bigger than him.” rafe smirks as he climbs onto the bed. “but i opened you up enough, didn’t i? or do i need to make you cum again?”
“n-no.” you shake your head, already so overstimulated. “i want your cock, i need it.”
“he always fucks you in missionary?” rafe asks, wanting to make you cum in the same position that topper couldn’t, proving yet another way he’s superior.
“yeah, we haven’t tried anything else.” you say, leaving out the word yet not sure if you can go back to topper after this.
rafe nods, looking towards his drawer that he knows contains condoms, going to grab one before you speak up suddenly, “you-you can fuck me raw. if you want. i’m on birth control.”
rafe can’t help but smirk, nodding as he grabs the same pillow again, placing it under your hips, bringing your tired legs up, thighs falling open.
“tell me if it hurts or if anything doesn’t feel good.” rafe says. he’s sure it’s toppers' inadequacies making you struggle, but just in case he wants to take good care of you.
“mkay.” you nod, hands fisting in the bed sheets as rafe rubs the head of his cock through your sticky folds, making sure to tap against your clit, just to tease you even further.
“gonna fuck you so much better than he ever could. ‘ts why you should be with me instead, baby.” rafe says, not letting you respond or even think too much about his statement as his cock pushes inside of you, making your back arch off the bed.
“oh my god!” you shout out, moaning wildly without care as rafe begins to thrust, deep and hard, hitting spots inside of you that topper has never touched before.
“oh, fuck.” rafe groans out. “you are tight, baby.” your cunt is squeezing him, molding to his walls. “no wonder he cums so quickly.”
you shake your head, not wanting to think about topper, not wanting to feel any guilt or regret as rafes hips swing forward, cock pressing against your gummy walls as he moves a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in that same enticing way that made your high build so quickly last time.
“feels really good, rafey.” you moan, raising and lower your hips slightly in time with his thrusts, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you, feeling his hot skin against yours, the first person to take you bare.
“i knew there was nothing wrong with you.” rafe smirks. “already close to cumming, aren’t you?”
despite your body being tired from your three previous orgasms, you do feel another one building in your stomach.
“yeah, thats what i thought.” rafe moves faster, rubbing his thumb more intensely. “nothing wrong with you baby, you are perfect. perfect tight little cunt.”
“please.” you whine out, unsure what you are begging for as tears slide down your cheeks, purely from being overwhelmed with pleasure. you’ve never managed more than two orgasms in a night, and he’s close to doubling that.
“cum for me, doll. don’t have to beg. wanna feel that cunt squeezing around me.” rafe encourages you, pumping quickly as he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger before letting go and rubbing quickly, forcing the orgasm out of you as you scream, entire body tightening as your hips rise, high overtaking you as your eyes open to see rafe looking back at you, cocky look in his eye, but his jaw is slackened in pleasure as your cunt spasms around his dick.
“that’s it, good girl.” rafe affirms, thumb now gently touching around your clit, bringing you down slowly as his cock stays lodged deep inside of you.
you shiver as you lower your hips, breath slowly coming back to normal.
rafe bends over your body, taking your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, his tongue licking against your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth.
“you just came on my cock, pretty girl.” rafe says.
“i know, i loved it.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe kisses your jaw, obsessed with the taste of your skin almost as much as your cunt.
“hmm, so two more? three?” rafe suddenly snaps his hips forward, making you realize he’s still buried inside of you.
“wait, wha-” your question is cut off as rafe straightens, resuming his same pace as if he didn’t just deliver you the most mind blowing orgasm.
“you think i’d be satisfied with getting you to cum just once?” rafe tsks and shakes his head. “we aren’t even close to done.”
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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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i have three holes for a reason
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Let Me Help
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x reader, Topper Thornton x reader, Kelce x reader
Warnings: potential season one spoilers??, light smut, oral sex (f receiving), blood, violence, guns, fighting, reader threatens to kill someone, suggestive ending, language, reader is a bitch
Summary: after hearing what JJ and Pope did to Topper, you decide to join in on the plan for revenge. Turns out you like seeing your boys get mean way more than you thought
A/N: since reader is said to be wearing a skirt, the outfit above is exactly the kind of outfit i pictured
Okay but imagine Rafe, Kelce, and Topper using you as bait for Pope and JJ after the boat thing. You’d all been best friends for years and while it was purely platonic, they couldn’t deny that you were easily the hottest girl on the island. So when they decide they’re going to jump them at the movies and you overhear, you step in with your own idea.
“Let me help” they all gave each other hesitant glances not wanting you to risk getting hurt. But you were stubborn and refused to accept no as an answer so they reluctantly agreed, all realizing that maybe this was actually a great idea.
JJ was easy to lure in. All you had to do was flash him a pearly smile while wearing a tiny little skirt and crop top and he was on his knees for you. Literally, on his knees eating you out in the bathroom before it got dark. If you were going to be involved, you at least wanted something out of it and JJ just so happened to be an expert with his tongue. He was so lost in your cunt that he didn’t notice the way you grabbed his bag and took the gun.
‘Stupid fucking pogue’ you’d think to yourself as your orgasm washed over you.
“That was great JJ, meet me behind the projector tonight and i’ll gladly return the favor” he nodded eagerly, standing up and giving you a sloppy kiss. You left the stall, making sure to sway your hips to really lay it in, and scanned the crowd for your next target.
Pope was a bit harder, you couldn’t lure him with sex because he was such a virginesque geek. So you had to actually use your brain and think of something that would be effective but not too obvious. You tried to remember all those times you’d overhear him at parties when suddenly it hit you, his weird fascination with becoming a coroner. Now this seemed like a weird route, but you happened to have an uncle that taught forensic pathology at the university and you could easily play it off like you were giving him a good word.
“Hey Pope” he’d walked up to the food stand to get some popcorn not noticing you at first.
He wasn’t exactly a fan of you, but he didn’t not like you either. He knew you were friends with the whole ‘death squad’ but also heard that you were incredibly sweet and crazy smart so how bad could you be?
“Oh, hey Y/N” the smile on his face was forced and you knew that, but you knew how to work your charm.
“I hear you’re wanting to go into forensic pathology, did you know I have an uncle that teaches that at the university? I could put in a good word for you if you wanted” your signature bright smile on display, head tilted slightly.
His eyes went wide when he finally understood what you said. This could be huge for him, he’d be crazy if he declined.
“Really? That would be great! Do you think there’s any way you could get me into contact with him?”
“Of course! Just meet me behind the projector tonight and we can swap contact info yeah? Don’t want anyone knowing i’m playing favorites” he quickly nodded, a large smile on his face. Sucker.
“Cool, see you around Pope” your hand brushing his arm as you gave him a flirtatious wink and walked away.
When you returned to your boys with the results, they each kissed your cheek. Kelce bowed down to you and the other two followed shortly after, the laugh you let out enamoring them completely. Now it was just a waiting game.
Nightfall shortly came, the movie playing on the screen not anything you’d cared about. The only thing you cared about was teaching those dirty pogues a lesson, and when you noticed JJ sneaking off from his friends you knew it was go time.
“Hey! Get ready boys, we’re about to have a real fun night” you hit Rafe on the shoulder before standing up, pulling your skirt down and ignoring the very obvious stares from the guys.
‘Typical’ you thought, rolling your eyes and walking towards the direction JJ went. But not before winking at Pope and signaling him to follow you, the others following behind unnoticed.
When you and Pope arrived behind the projector, JJ found it weird. He’d totally still get his dick sucked in front of Pope but like, why did you invite him there to watch? Unless you were just into shit like that, then he was all for it. Whatever got him that blowjob that was promised.
Pope was confused why JJ was there with a raging erection for a discussion about your uncle who’s a forensic pathology professor. That seems like a weird thing to be excited over, even for Pope.
But when Rafe, Topper, and Kelce surrounded them and you had a sick smile on your face, they understood they’d been set up. It was like vultures circling their pray, JJ immediately went for his bag to grab the gun and panicked when it wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?” you waved the gun in the air, your voice low and taunting.
Your boys looked proud that you managed to steal it while Pope and JJ were scared shitless. Pope, not thinking clearly, lunged for Topper which set off a chain reaction. Rafe was hitting JJ, Topper was hitting Pope, Kelce was going back and forth between the two trying to help whoever needed it. You just stood back watching in satisfaction. That was until Kie decided to join in, jumping on Toppers back and punching him to try and get him off Pope. Rafe grabbed her and threw her to the ground, you tried pushing that feeling of jealousy down but it was far too intense to do so.
“Reach for that lighter and I promise you i’ll kill you Kiara. Don’t fucking test me” Kie froze at the feeling of cold metal being held agaisnt her temple and she knew it was a gun.
She slowly stood and backed away from the bag having no choice but to watch her friends get beaten. Pope was in a chokehold, Rafe and Kelce were holding JJ back and landing blow after blow to his stomach. It wasn’t until Pope was nearly unconscious that you decided to stop it.
“Okay boys, we’ve had our fun. Can't exactly kill him here at least, let’s go home. I’m bored” an exaggerated yawn filling the air.
They let go of them and walked over to you, blood on their faces and knuckles from the punches, and the four of you walked to Topper's jeep. There was a silence that fell over you when you’d gotten in, not necessarily an awkward one, but also not very comfortable. It wasn’t until you spoke that the tension was broken.
“That. Was. So. Fucking. Hot. Oh my god i’m so turned on right now” they looked at you in shock, you were never this bold in any scenario.
“You’re so fucked up Y/N. Such fucked up little whore.” Rafe was the first to speak, turning to face you with a smirk on his face.
“You like that? Like seeing us beat the shit out of those dirty pogue pretty girl?” Kelce was the next to speak, turning around in the passenger seat to look at you more clearly.
“Didn’t know our innocent girl was so dark, how should we take care of that baby?” Topper looked at you in the rear view mirror, noticing how at some point in between then responding, you’d taken your panties off.
“How about each of you take turns with me? Show me what else those hands can do?” you had such an innocent look on your face and that mixed with your pouty lips, the sweet scent of your perfume, and your glistening cunt in the moonlight drove them crazy.
“Oh that can be arranged princess” Rafe growled, the others humming in agreement before Topper started the car and sped home.
This was going to be a very long and fun night for the four of you.
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Make Me Forget
Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader x Topper Thorton
WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.
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Y/N Maybank usually hated Kooks and would never be caught on Figure Eight.
As JJ’s twin sister, you had been endlessly lectured about who to never talk to, let alone hang out with. It had been drilled into your brain since birth practically.
You and your brother were always close, due to your mother’s abandonment and father’s abuse.
It was you against the world.
When JJ became friends with John B, your duo became a trio. Then Pope and Kiara were added, and the group solidified. A group of 5, you were all best friends.
Pogues 4 Life!
Then, Sarah Cameron came into the mix…
Sarah Cameron wouldn’t have been a problem as an addition to the Pogues if she had joined as Kiara’s friend.
But Sarah came as John B’s girlfriend, and to Y/N who loved John B as long as you’ve known him, Y/N couldn’t be around them anymore.
Sarah Cameron was different than any other girl John B had dated - mainly because he didn’t date many girls, just hook up and dump. Usually they were Tourons, but he was never in love with anyone.
Not like how it was with Sarah. Never how it was with Sarah.
With a tight grip on your cup, you watched from across the kegger as Sarah and John B danced together, laughing loudly. You tried your hardest not to glare, as you took another large gulp of whatever drink you had, walking away, hoping there would be something - anything - to take your mind off of them.
And then you saw one of the guys your brother hated with a burning passion, and realized that maybe the kooks would be able to solve your pogue problem. You knew they all did drugs, it wasn’t a secret by any means. Maybe drugs would take your mind off of your heart.
JJ might hate you after what you was looking for, but you were desperate.
“Hey, do you know where Rafe is?”
Glancing up from his phone, Topper Thorton looked down at Y/N Maybank.
The blonde Pogue Princess - who would have gotten a scholarship to “Kook Academy” if her father had finished the paperwork, who was undoubtedly the best surfer on the island, who would make the best drinks at the Island Club, and who was completely innocent - despite being the crush of every single male on Kildare but her father and brother.
“He’s around here somewhere, why?” Topper asked skeptically, as you bit your lip, shifting on your heels before looking across the crowd to see your personal point of anguish. Topper followed your eyesight…
Sarah Cameron was all over John B, throwing her arms around him and him watching her like she was the only girl in the world.
“I wanted…I need something to make me forget” Y/N said, in a soft, almost fragile voice, clueing Topper into your vulnerability. Sighing, he looked back at the girl.
“Coming from personal experience from dating Sarah Cameron, she’ll be over him soon” Topper said, shrugging his shoulders, as he tried to make the girl feel better.
“Yea, well I just want at least a night to not be in pain” Y/N said, shaking your head.
“Hey Top! And Y/N Maybank, as I live and breathe! I’m surprised to see you here talking to my boy?” Rafe asked, throwing an arm around Top, as he looked to the girl.
“I was looking for you, actually” Y/N said, as your face changed from sullen to a smirk. “How much will it cost to have some fun tonight?” You asked, staring at the Cameron boy from beneath your lashes. You knew you were pretty, and you knew exactly how to act to get what you wanted.
Rafe raised his eyebrows, smirking widely, as he looked to Top, before back at the girl.
“Follow me” He said, letting go of Topper to wrap his arm now around your shoulders. Topper followed the pair, watching as almost everyone around them stared at the unlikely trio. To be honest, Topper was surprised that a pogue hadn’t come over to take Y/N away - as this was the case any other time you had talked to a Kook like himself. The Pogues were generally protective of Y/N. JJ was a firecracker and if it wasn’t him already getting into fights, the Pogues would keep you safe to prevent one.
Rafe leaned into his car, looking for his stash, before he looked to Topper who was already looking at Y/N, something glinting in his eye, before Rafe smirked and leaned back out of the car.
“I left most stuff at home. I only have some weed on me, but if you want, I’d be more than happy to bring you to my house. I’ve got some stuff that will definitely cause some fun” Rafe said, with a smirk.
Topper looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, before recognizing the intention on Rafe’s face.
Y/N, however, didn’t see the ulterior motive.
“Sure. Thank you so much” You said, looking between the two of them. Rafe opened up the passenger side door for you, as Topper climbed in back.
The ride was fast, as Rafe sped down the streets back to Tanneyhill, the landscape rushing past as Rafe was eager to get home with Y/N.
He couldn’t believe his luck. He wasn’t going to question really why Y/N was coming for drugs, but he just was eager to take full advantage of this miracle - at least for him - situation.
“So, can I ask why you want to have some fun with us tonight?” Rafe asked, curiously.
“It’s a bit embarrassing” Y/N admitted, looking down at her hands.
“Sarah and John B were all over each other” Topper explained.
“Oh yea, nobody wants to see that. ” Rafe said, careful with his words to not be insulting to her personally. He would’ve said something like “dirty pogue”, but then you’d get offended and his plan would go down the drain.
Rafe Cameron would’ve never imagined Y/N Maybank coming to him for drugs. Everyone knew or heard rumors about what a terrible father Luke Maybank was to his children because of them. The drugs had cost Y/N a lot of things in life, but he wasn’t going to question anything when he could finally make a move on the one girl he could never manage to shoot his shot with.
“Let’s not think about it anymore. We’ll keep you distracted all night, right Rafe?” Topper said, smirking to his best friend, as Topper leaned forward, close to Y/N. You smiled, genuinely at the two of them.
“Thank you both” You said, and Topper and Rafe shared a look.
Tanneyhill was empty tonight, and after entering the huge house, Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the luxury surrounding you. The paintings on the wall probably cost more than the shack you lived in with your father and brother.
JJ was going to be pissed when he finds out I’m here, alone, with the Kook princes, Y/N thought, but quickly pushed that thought to the back of your mind, as you followed Rafe and Topper through the house. Your nerves kept you from speaking to them for now.
Rafe led them upstairs to his bedroom, going to rummage through his drawers to find his stash as Topper sat on the bed, motioning for Y/N to sit down next to him.
“You know, I gotta admit, I’ve always wanted to hang out with you more, pretty girl” Rafe said, sitting on the other side of Y/N, as he handed both you and Topper the pills. “You seem so protected. I’m so glad you’re here with us, getting to know you better”
Y/N tried to subtly squeeze your thighs together, the praise going straight to your core. Neither boy missed the movement, only grinned a bit more wickedly to each other.
“Cheers to a fun night” Topper said, nodding to the pair before swallowing the pill.
It didn’t take long to feel the effects, your body beginning to heat up and your head feeling hazy. You leaned into Topper’s side, allowing yourself to just feel weightless.
“You feeling good, sweetheart?” Topper asked, wrapping his arm around you and holding onto your hip. They watched as Y/N blushed, smiling shyly and nodding.
“I want your words, pretty girl” Rafe said, cooing at you, staring while he rested his hand on your knee.
“Yes, feels good” You said, a slight slurring already occurring. Moving on the bed, you moved your hips around, causing Topper to hold your hips a bit tighter and pulling you closer to him. Rafe moved closer as well, and you could smell the expensive cologne emanating off of both of them.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Topper said, and you looked up into his eyes, seeing his pupils expanding and darkening.
“Really? Then why…” You said, confused.
“Because my sister is a slut, and boys like John B are weak. They don’t see a real treasure like you right in front of them. But we do, don’t we Top?” Rafe said, his lips by your ear, blowing hot breath on your neck. Shivering, you leaned your head back, unknowingly giving Rafe more access to your neck. He chuckled into your neck, moving his hand up from your knee slowly.
“You’re so beautiful and good, we just stayed away because we thought you hated us” Topper lied - you were beautiful and good, but they were forcibly stayed away from the Pogues.
“Oh no, I don’t hate you - either of you!” You said, a bit desperately as your eyes widened with worry.
“Really? I mean, your friends say pretty terrible things about us” Rafe said, causing you to feel guilt in your heart, especially as he turned your head with a finger on your jaw to stare directly at him. Topper couldn’t help the smirk on his face, as he watched your body accept them easily.
“I’m sorry. I don’t feel that way. You two have always been nice to me” You said, staring directly at him before wrapping your arms around Rafe’s shoulders. Topper detached his arms around you, as Rafe maneuvered you to sit on his lap, your legs straddling him. Rafe had to stifle a groan, his arms wrapping around you - placing one on your back and the other on your ass, pressing you tightly into his chest.
“We believe you. You’re such a good girl, baby girl” Rafe said, his breath once again on heating your neck, igniting more of a fire in your core. You couldn’t help your thighs clenching around his waist, and Rafe took this opportunity to lower his hand, grabbing your ass and moving you to rock against him. Your legs had been spread wide, causing the hem of your skirt to rise, all the way to your hips in the front.
You let out a gasp, leaning your chest away to look him in the eyes.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl. This is just, I’ve dreamed of you being in my arms for so long” Rafe admitted.
“Both of us, pretty girl” Topper said, as he moved closer. The heat of his gaze adding accelerant to the fire in your core, especially when Rafe would squeeze your ass, causing you to rock more on him. You could feel the zipper of his pants along your clit, with your skirt pushed up to your hips, your only barrier was now a thin lace thong.
“Both?” You asked, eyes wide and doe-like in surprise.
Both the Kook princes were interested in you? You couldn’t say that you never thought about them, but did they want all three of you, together now?
“Is that ok, baby girl? We wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you’re so gorgeous baby girl” He said, lust permeating his voice as he squeezed you again, grinding you down on his large bulge, and his hand moved more south on your ass, the denim skirt rising so his hand was on your bare cheek. Rafe moved his other hand down, as the skirt was up all the way, exposing your ass, as well the view of the front of your lace thong.
Topper couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The Pogue princess, with her skirt pushed all the way up so him and Rafe could see her underwear - no, a cute little lace thong showing off her perfect little ass.
Not being able to stop himself with the drugs fueling his actions, Topper began palming himself through his pants, himself hard at seeing your body. Rafe let out a groan when he squeezed her ass again, rutting against her and feeling her hips grind on his.
As the zipper rubbed directly on your clit, you couldn’t stifle your moans. The drugs were having you feel more of your body, and right now, you were going to chase the high you were getting. Hearing the heavy panting from Topper, you looked over to see him palming himself.
You reached over with your hand, touching his arm before moving it slowly down to his hand, making eye contact with Topper.
“You want to help me out, pretty girl?” Topper said, with a grin, lifting his hand to take yours, holding it as he placed your hand underneath the waist band of his shorts and boxers as he slid them both off his legs. His cock jumped out of his shorts, slapping against his stomach, and you could feel how hard it was, moving your hand up and down his thick shaft.
Rafe couldn’t wait much longer with this over the clothes grinding - the fact Topper’s dick was getting actual touch action before his own putting him over the edge.
“Stand up baby girl. Let’s get you out of those clothes, huh? You must be feeling pretty warm” He said, as you got up, allowing Rafe to stand as well. Topper and Rafe went about getting your clothes off - slowly, letting their fingertips drag along your skin as they stared at your naked body on display for them.
Feral. They looked absolutely feral.
You blushed under their gaze, and when Rafe saw your red cheeks, he grinned almost wickedly - a predator about to devour their prey.
“Oh baby girl, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’re like a damn masterpiece” Rafe said, as you locked eyes, before looking to Topper. He was in shock, eyes still roaming your body.
“Fucking dream girl right here, right Topper?” Rafe said, snapping Topper out of it.
“Yea, perfect, Y/N perfect” Topper said, before looking to Rafe.
“Topper, you want to eat that pussy of hers? Taste how sweet she is? I’ve been dying to get her mouth on my cock. Then you can have her mouth and I’ll have her tight little pussy creaming on my cock, ain’t that right, baby girl?” Rafe stated, and with a nudge, you kneeled on the bed, the boys on either end of you. You stared at Rafe’s cock - it was the biggest you’d ever seen, although Topper’s wasn’t much smaller. It was thick and long, already red with a weeping head.
You licked your lips in anticipation, before licking the underside of Rafe’s cock, going along the vein underneath. You felt his body shudder, but you were soon distracted by the tongue licking a long stripe on your own folds.
You moaned, which gave Rafe an opportunity to guide his dick easily into your mouth, moving a hand to your hair as he thrusted into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck, trying not to smirk as you hear Rafe’s moans. Topper however, feels your distraction, and levels up his antics - adding a finger inside of you as he sucks your clit harshly.
“You’re such a good girl, baby girl. So good for us. Topper’s having the time of his life, eating you sweet pussy like a goddamn meal” Rafe said, causing you to clench.
“Oh she really liked that, don’t you pretty girl” Topper said, winking at Rafe to continue. Rafe grinned, as he watched your pleased face when Topper added another finger inside of you, curling them to hit the spongey patch inside of you.
“You’re so perfect for us. Your mouth feels like heaven. Your lips were made for sucking cock, my baby girl. But I can’t wait to feel that pussy around me. You’re so perfect, baby girl” He said, as he watched drool form at your mouth, becoming sloppier as your pleasure was increasing.
The vibrations of your moans caused Rafe to stutter in his thrusts, as you were climbing rapidly over the edge yourself. He removed himself, and now that you were only focused on Topper’s mouth and fingers, you came quickly - and squirted.
“Holy shit, you squirted on Topper’s face” Rafe said, excitedly, eyes wide as he looked at Topper, who was licking up with a wide grin on his face. You looked mortified, as you turned around once Topper had leaned back.
“Oh no, don’t feel embarrassed, pretty girl. That was incredible - best experience. I’ve never had anyone squirt before” Topper said, a proud grin on his face.
“Trust me, baby girl. You just made his life” Rafe said. “Now I want to make you squirt on my cock” Rafe added, putting a condom on before laying down and pulling you to straddle him. His cock stretched you out, despite how wet you were.
“You’re so tight, baby girl. Clenching me like a vice” Rafe gritted out, groaning at how good you felt around him. Topper walked over after he finished cleaning off his face, and you slid your lips around his cock, noting the differences between the men’s dicks.
Both were exceptional and mouthwatering. You could die happily if you only had tonight left.
“You weren’t kidding about her mouth, damn” Topper groaned, as you swirled your tongue around while hollowing out your cheeks. Rafe smirked, but soon his concentration was about thrusting into you.
After having just squirted, your body was heating up quicker. The tense coil had been primed, and your next orgasm was coming quickly, which Rafe could feel.
Your moaning had the same effect on Topper as it had Rafe, but Topper wasn’t going to pull out of your mouth. It wasn’t long before Topper thrusted his load down your throat, with a loud groan and panting.
“Such a good girl, getting all of it. Don’t leave anything to waste” Topper said, cupping your face when you retracted. Your doe eyes looked up at him, and Topper couldn’t resist kissing you, before going to get himself clean. You heard the shower turn on, but were soon refocused back to Rafe, when he flipped you both so now you were on your back on the bed, Rafe thrusting into you, your sense overwhelmed with him all around you.
“Baby girl, you’re so perfect for me. This pussy, I’m not going to be able to just give up. So god damn tight and warm” Rafe said. “You’re so good for me - for us. Making us feel so good, my good girl. So pretty and nice, baby girl” He said, thrusting in deep and hard, touching your cervix with his cock.
“Rafe” You moaned, and he smirked, increasing the speed and beginning to rub your clit with his fingers. His lips went to your nipples, sucking on them as well as tugging on them with his teeth.
“That’s my name, baby girl. Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Baby girl, you’re such a good girl” He said, looking up at your face, glistening with sweat and pleasure.
“You, Rafe, mhm” You moaned louder, before you came again, just as forcefully, squirting again on his cock. Thrusting a few more times, before he let out a loud groan, releasing himself. Rafe lay down by your side, pulling you into him, as you both calmed your breathing.
“Fuck. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’ve got me addicted now, baby girl” He said, kissing your hot neck. You flushed, looking over at him, and touching his face softly, pushing some strands of his hair off his face.
“Fuck drugs, that pussy is my new vice” Topper said, smirking as he came out of the bathroom in a towel, and Rafe laughed, while you blushed.
“He’s right. Fuck the drugs. I just want to stay in your pussy” Rafe said, and you couldn’t help but giggle.
Please comment if you think I should do a part 2!!!! Have some ideas of ‘what happens next’, but let me know if you want more :)
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DARK MOON | RAFE
CAMERON X TOPPER THORTON
please enjoy!! do not copy, steal, or use any of my work :))
Summary: y/n’s on an overnight school trip and she is forced to be partnered up with rafe Cameron and topper thorton Sarah’s brother and her boyfriend. The trip is not at all what she expects when rafe and topper decides to plan something.
Warnings: NON-CON,violence, dub-con, smut, breeding kink kind of, cursing, 18+... please let me know if I missed any.
MINORS DNI!!!
Characters: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thorton x Reader
A/N: this is my first ever time writing smut especially NON-CON so please be patient and thanks for reading 🙏
You roll you’re eyes as you walk behind rafe and topper to the hotel room carrying three heavy bags which rafe nor topper helped you with. they were whispering and laughing while you were trying not to fall over. you couldn’t just take the elevator because it was “out of order” so you guys were forced to walk up the stairs to the fourth floor.
“I would fuck her so hard man” topper says to rafe while laughing, you roll you’re eyes again, why the fuck did Mr. Steven’s have to assign you with two hormonal teenage boys.
“True that” they laugh as we make it into the hotel room, You shake you’re head , huff, and throw you’re stuff down on the bed. Pulling your phone out checking the time 8:47pm , when you realized that there was only two beds. You hoped that the two boys would sleep in the same bed as each other.
“Bro there’s only two beds” rafe mentions to topper. “ well there’s no fucking way I’m sleeping in the same bed as you” topper said while looking at you.
“Yo y/n” you turn around to look at both rafe and topper stand side by side “what?” “Which one of us would you rather sleep with?” Topper says “excuse me?” “Like sleep, like take a nap with” topper laughs looking at rafe “unless you would rather do the other thing too”. Rafe tries holding in his laugh but fails terribly.
“Uhm no and I don’t know” “why cant you guys just share the bed together?”
“Why cant you just pick one of us?” Rafe says getting frustrated. You sigh “ugh fine rafe i guess” you say as you turn back around to get your night clothes out.
“Why rafe?” Topper ask “cause it would be weird to share a bed with your friends boyfriend” you say as you’re still picking out you’re clothes. “but you’ll sleep with her brother?” Your starting to get angry why the fuck are they pestering you about why you picked who you picked topper should be happy you didn’t pick him.
“Listen you guys told me to pick someone and I picked someone now leave me the fuck alone” you says as you gather ur clothes and walk towards the bathroom walking in and locking it behind you
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Rafes pov
As y/n walks to the bathroom you couldn’t help yourself but look her up and down you weren’t gonna lie she was hot. You turned to topper almost immediately.
“Bro that’s what I need to get my hands on” rafe says to topper
“Who y/n?”
“Fuck yeah didn’t you just see her she is fine as shit” “ I needa fuck that” topper looked at you like you were crazy at first but then started thinking about it,
“I mean yea you could say that”
“Listen top I gotta plan and you’re gonna like it since Sarah ain’t putting out”.
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Y/n’s pov
As you finished putting you’re shorts that barely covered you’re ass and you’re crop top you heard them mumbling about something out there but you didn’t really care so you just ignored it. You were honestly exhausted from today all the walking and talking you had to do, you just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up
As you walk out the bathroom rafe and topper are already in bed they both immediately look at you as you walk over to rafe getting in the bed climbing over him to get to the other side of the bed as you get under the covers you feel one of rafes hands on your thighs squeezing it hard probably bruising it.
“Oww rafe what the fuck is wrong with you”
“Shut the fuck up y/n” rafe basically yells at you gesturing topper over here. You try to get up but rafe climbs on top of you pinning you’re shoulders down onto the bed beneath you looking at you with hunger while you look up at him with fear and confusion, topper walks over with the same looking eyes as rafe.
That’s when you felt something poke you between your legs rubbing against you’re cunt it felt good but you didn’t want you. You tried pushing him off but he was far stronger than you
“Listen y/n this is either gonna go one way or another” “ you’re not gonna fight us I really don’t wanna hurt you’re pretty little face” some tears fell out you’re eyes as you looked at rafe then topper. You smacked rafe on his cheek he looks back down on to you and grabs you’re throat choking you while taking you’re shorts off then throwing them across the room
“god she’s so pretty when she cries isn’t she top?”
“Gorgeous”
“Top get your ass over here stop standing there looking retarted” “help me get her shirt off”
Topper rushes over and pulles you’re shirt off while rafe pulles your underwear down sticking two fingers in you’re cunt going in and out repeatedly, you couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling.
“You’re wet for someone who doesn’t want it” rafe smirks.
“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head
Topper laughs while throwing my bra across the room and starts sucking on my hard nipples I moan loudly making rafe laugh.
Rafe pulls his fingers out and pulls down his shorts and underwear
“Rafe… no stop please” he moves his tip through my folds then Lining his tip with my entrance
“Topper stop” you push him but he’s not moving rafe grabs your throat then pushing into you thrusting in and out slow at first but starting to speed up.
Topper pulls down his shorts and underwear and shoves his dick in you’re throat making you gag repeatedly
“Fuck y/n ,you’re so tight” rafe groaned, tears coming out you’re eyes as you’re still gagging on toppers cock.
Rafe notices you start to zone out so he grabs you’re jaw
“Look at topper well you’re choking on his dick”
You do what he says cause you’re to scared to see what happens when you don’t listen.
“Good girl. Keep them teeth back." Topper fills your mouth, unable to breathe as he fucks your throat hard, You gag, trying to keep your teeth back as he takes what he wants. You're getting dizzy. Droll drips down your chin. Topper is stretching out your mouth and Rafe pinches your nose shut.
Why were you enjoying this? You hated them. But you'd always secretly fantasized about being used. You just didn't plan on it being Rafe and Topper.
Topper finally pulls out of your mouth and lets rafe finish as he walks to the bathroom turning on the shower and closing the door.
Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days. You cum with a scream, your nails biting into rafe’s shoulders as an ungodly amount of liquid gushes from you. You hear a laugh and a curse, your body going limp as you drop your head back down onto the pillow.
“You fucking squirted all over me.” You barely register rafe’s words as he slams in hard one last time, panting as he releases inside you. he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my chest.
Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey that he brought in his luggage.
Rafe sits across from my numb body and watch me recover
you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”.
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who are you mad at.
topper thornton x reader (wc: 3.4k)
summary: Topper doesn’t appreciate John B’s friendship with his girlfriend. sometimes all it takes is a blowjob and a little bit of forgiveness
warnings: 18+ smut, blow jobs, mentions of blood, over possessive boyfriend
author’s note: not me actually writing something with plot lol. i cannot believe all of the support i got on my last post, thank you all! i’m know that this isn’t Rafe lol, but i hope you’ll all give it a shot!
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As a little girl, I could never understand why the sheriff and the judge always drank coffee on my grandads front porch. It took me a few years to realize that it was probably for the same reason that the judge's grandson was always so sweet on me.
Politics in a small town like Kildare run deep on family ties and favors. It's all about who's blood is running through who and who's bed you wake up in when the sun comes up. As my best friend Sarah has often laughed about, it's all about how you know or who you'll blow.
Speaking of which, Topper's zipping up the fly on his jeans, fingers fumbling as he misses the hole for the button and has to try again. His cheeks are noticeably flushed, blue eyes distracted as he fidgets with his shaggy but nevertheless, neat crop of hair. No one would expect anything less of Figure Eight's golden boy.
I can't help but smile, biting my lip in an effort to conceal it from where I'm knelt on the floor. He's stupidly pretty. Blue eyes, straight nose, chin that dimples when he smiles.
He must feel my gaze on him because he catches my eye as he's buckling his belt and looks back at me. "What?" he laughs, breaking out into a bashful smile that matches my own.
"I don't know," I say, still smiling, and accept the hand he offers to pull me to my feet.
I don't remember when exactly Topper and I stopped being friends and started actually dating. It all happened so naturally that I don't know if we ever really distinguished between the two. One day we were just friends hanging out, getting drunk at the Boneyard, and then the next week he's kissing me at a party for everyone to see, like it wasn't a big deal that my best friend was kissing me. In some ways I guess it wasn't. It had never occurred to me that I would date anyone else. Sure Topper had dated Sarah for a while, but even that was short lived, and he had always been very upfront with me about it.
"Just you, I guess," I propose, grinning wider as he circles his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.
He's dressed up nicer than usual this evening for the Carrera's anniversary party in a billowy blue and white button up and khakis. The light colors pale in comparison to his bronzed skin, a likely permanent feature that the Carolina sun has given him.
"Really?" he hums, pecking my lips as my head tilts back to look up at him. My lips purse pliantly in response. Topper brushes aside the hair from my shoulder and hums, immediately pleased with the amount of exposed skin that he is rewarded with. The tank top that I'm wearing gives him the opportunity to ghost his lips along my shoulder until he settles on placing a kiss to the crevice of my neck.
My fingers curl into the brunette roots at the base of his neck at the attention. "It's not often I get you to myself."
With Topper's mom being the overbearing mother that she was, and the pressure that came with being the Judge's grandson, it was hard to get him out of their sights. However, if either bothered him, he never confessed such qualms to me. Such reasons are also why I think he was more privy to the political concept of our relationship than I was.
I remember being sixteen when a neighbor called the cops on one of Kelce's parties well after midnight. Of course no one knew this until Shoupe and a couple of his deputies showed up, sirens blaring. Most definitely a little buzzed and close to sobbing in the backseat of Shoupe's patrol car, I couldn't understand why Topper was so calm at the time. He just kept repeating, 'Don't worry about it, baby' and 'It'll all be fine'. At the time I hadn't noticed we were the only ones not in handcuffs. I thought for sure I was going to spent the night in jail and then my parents were going to kill me the next morning. He obviously knew something I didn't because twenty minutes later the patrol car was pulling into my driveway, Judge Thornton waiting on the porch with my grandad to take Topper home. The three of them shook hands and not a word was uttered about the incident again.
Topper dips his head to capture my mouth again, his teeth catching on the pout of my bottom lip.
Pressed to the front of my body, I feel his dick twitch in interest. I'm half compelled to drop to my knees and suck him off a second time just for the hell of it. The only problem is that he's got lipstick smeared on his mouth and his shirt is wrinkled and he's going to be late.
"Topper—" I begin.
"I know—I know—I know," he stresses, leaning down to kiss behind my ear again and then my cheek. "I'm going, I'm going."
Just when he pulls back and I go to step away, he grabs my face again, drawing my mouth back for another kiss.
"Topper—"
"I love you," he mumbles quickly after what is probably his hundredth kiss. "Okay. I'm going. I'll see you in a minute."
I watch him slip out the back door of the pool house we'd escaped to momentarily. I look over at the clock. What was supposed to be a quick five minute make out had turned into nearly half an hour. Thankfully, no one had been sent to look for us — namely my friends. Besides Kie and Sarah, the boys were off treasure hunting with Big John.
With all of the craziness going on in the past week, I was glad for the occasion to celebrate and enjoy the party. The evening air is cool and people are chattering excitedly, laughing and enjoying drinks. I spot Kie with her parents as I move throughout the crowd and she waves me over with a smile. Once I’m close enough, she latches onto my arm.
“We’ve got to get out of here. Big John was kidnapped, the boys are running off to South America to save him, and my parents won’t let me out of their sight,” she whispers through gritted teeth.
“Shit,” I whisper.
“Yeah, shit,” Kie stresses.
“Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I’m on it.” Turning to her dad with the brightest smile I can muster, I link arms with Kie. Thankfully, I fit in the with standard of friends Kid’s dad wants her to have, and he seems to be thankful I hang around.
“Hey, Mr. Carrera. I’m just going to steal Kie away for a moment. I promise we’ll be right back!”
He blinks, as if thinking about it for a moment before nodding. “Okay, just stay out of trouble you two.”
“We will!” I take off, dragging her with me as soon as the words leave his mouth. We haul it through throngs of tipsy guests, dodging anyone who might think to stop us.
“Wait!” Kie yelps snagging my arm before we reach the dock. Out of breath, I skid to a stop beside her.
“What—”
“Oh God,” she breathes.
Heart racing with adrenaline, I take another step towards the dock, dragging her along with me. “Kie, whatever it is, we have to go—”
“It’s John B. He’s talking to Topper.”
Straight ahead of us, I can make out John B’s wild head of hair and dingy yellow shirt. Him being the taller of the two, I glimpse the familiar white of Topper’s shirt just in front of him. Their voices are escalating by the moment, and I can make out the sound of Topper saying, “I want to know why you’re looking for my fucking girlfriend—”
“Oh God,” I repeat this time.
“(y/n), you need to go,” Kie stresses.
I take off before she even finishes her sentence, not even excusing myself as I dash past unsuspecting guests. People have started to stare and a sizable crowd has formed around them.
“— just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t mean she can’t have friends without you.”
Topper scoffs. “Oh I see. This is about your little treasure hunting bullshit. So you think you can just run around with my girlfriend, do whatever the hell you want with her without me knowing?”
John B shoves him backwards, hard. “That’s not true!”
“John B, stop!” I shout, shoving my way to the front of the crowd as Topper catches himself. But it’s too late, John B is already grabbing the front of Topper’s shirt and yanking him to his feet.
The thing is, it’s not that Topper can’t defend himself, he’s more than capable of holding his own. It’s that he won’t. He won’t ruin his reputation in front of half the town. All he does is sneer, breathing hard as his blue eyes glint with hate. Topper had never liked my friends, only tolerated them for my sake — up until now.
“You think I don’t know?” Topper jeers. “All you’ve ever wanted is to get with (y/n).”
That’s all it takes for John B to swing. I scream as Topper stumbles backwards to the ground. Chaos erupts around us. I see Mr. Carrera hoist Topper to his feet, and my heart clenches at the sight. Blood is leaking from his nose and a dark rouge colored ring has already begun to form around his eye. When I move forward to help him, John B grabs my arm.
“We have to go. Now.”
My feet planted into the ground, I glance down at his split knuckles, and then back at Topper. Who do I choose? My best friend or my boyfriend?
Voice strained, I turn to John B. “I can’t just leave—”
“HELLO!! Now or never, guys!” JJ is on the dock with Kiara, and Sarah. Pope and Cleo are already in the boat.
“Go!” John B urges, shoving me in front of him. With one last look over my shoulder at Topper’s bloody face, I take off running down the dock with John B behind me.
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I know he's mad before he even yanks the passenger side door open and drags me by my elbow to the car. Although his scowl and matching black eye are pretty heavy indicators, it's the stalk from the drivers side and around the front of the Jeep that tips me off.
"Get in the car, (y/n)," he barks without so much as a second glance at me.
John B and Pope glance at each other apprehensively. JJ and Kiara share similar looks.
With the passenger side door now open and Topper waiting for me to march myself over there, I hesitantly stand my ground. Anxiously, I swallow back the swell in my throat. "Go home, Top."
He throws his hands up in exasperation and shakes his head. "This—this is fucking ridiculous. Get in the car, (y/n)."
When I don't make a move either way, Cleo speaks up. "Leave her alone, man. She ain't gotta go nowhere wit' you." Her thick accent rings out loud and clear, but Topper pretends as though he doesn't hear her.
Having enough of our back and forth game, Topper strides over and grabs a firm hold of my elbow, intending to move me himself. Although I take a reflexive step backwards, I don't fight him off. At the same time, John B steps forward, ready to give Topper a black eye to match the other.
"John B, no," I immediately blurt out, twisting as best I can in Topper's grasp. "It's fine. It's fine." Sighing I turn back to Topper. "Okay," I relent. "Let's go."
We drive in silence for a while, waiting for the other to speak. I'm half hoping he won't and we'll make the entirety of the trip without uttering a word. Across the seat, we make eye contact and I scowl at him for the split second our eyes meet. Then I turn away and cross my arms with an air of defiance.
When I glance sideways at him, his jaw is clenched, eyes fixed on the road. I know him well enough to know that he's weighing out his options on what to say, determining what kind of conversation we're going to have.
He opens his mouth, starting to say something, then closes it and drags a hand over his jaw. "How many times did I call you?"
I shrug. "I don't know—"
"God dammit, (y/n). How many times did I call you!??" He slams his hand down on the console this time.
"I DON'T KNOW, TOPPER."
I do. Twenty-seven. He called twenty-seven times in addition to the missed texts and multiple question marks. I don't admit that though because it's easier to scream back at him than to admit that I was purposely avoiding his calls.
"You have got to stop hanging around with the wrong people. Start making better decisions." He's lowered his voice to a more appropriate volume now.
I glance over at him, a narrowed look on my face. "Who are you mad at, Topper?" I question. "Because I don't think it's me."
In the drivers seat, he continues to stare ahead at the road. "It's always fucking John B, isn't it. You always have to go to his rescue."
I set my jaw, knowing where his mind is and where this is going. "I didn't sleep with him, Topper."
Topper scoffs as if to make light of the situation. "Oh, for sure. You really expect me to believe that?"
"It's not like that. He's my friend."
We pull into his driveway, and Topper finally turns to me after parking the car. "Yeah? Well I'm your friend too, (y/n). You ever fucking think about that? Why do you think you're not sitting in jail right now with the rest of your so called friends?" He jabs a finger into his chest. "Me. Because I care about you!"
My back pressed up against the passenger side door, all I can do is blink in surprise. I'm not used to Topper yelling at me, and I'm not so sure I like it. I'd never thought about it that way before and guilt begins to creep into the pit of my stomach. My eyes suddenly sting and my nose burns with the threat of tears.
"I'm sorry," I whisper barley audible, my voice cracking.
Topper falls back heavily into his seat and sighs, running a hand over his face. Without a word, he gathers his keys from the truck's ignition and steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Teary eyed, I watch him take the steps up the porch and pace up and down the length of it while repeatedly running a frustrated hand through his hair. I get out of his truck and walk up the steps after a few minutes. Confident that he's done yelling but unsure of where we stand at the moment, I stop just short of him.
Hands in his pockets, Topper runs his gaze over me from head to toe after coming to a stop in front of me before he emits another heavy sigh and curls his hand around my jaw, forcing me to look upwards at him. "Answer me when I call you, alright?"
Nodding, I swallow under the weight of his hand as his fingers travel down to my throat. His blue eyes are focused and yet lack their usual jubilance. I nearly whine in relief when he leans down to kiss me.
He tastes fresh, like he always does, a mix between peppermint gum and mint toothpaste. The taste resonates within me a type of unspoken forgiveness that I sense is being granted as his other hand presses my body into his. I can feel the rigid outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, and it sends my heart racing in anticipation.
The thing about Topper is that he's always been able to read me impossibly well, and so when he disconnects our mouths by using the leverage of his hand on my throat to hold me back, he chuckles airily. "Feel me? That's what you do to me, you little tease."
I paw at him, grabbing at the waistband of his shorts to pull his body closer. Topper is nearly a foot taller than me, and I have to crane my neck to look up at him.
"I'm sorry, Top."
He hums, the thumb of his hand moving to tug at the swollen pout of my bottom lip. "Are you? He's only giving me a hard time now, not even allowing me to answer before his thumb slips into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. "Going to be good for me then?"
The weight of his thumb is so soothingly familiar that I forget to respond in favor of suckling around the digit.
"Baby." He's quick to remind me, drawing his thumb from my mouth and swiping it wetly across my cheek to grip my jaw again.
My flushed cheeks forced into a pout, I nod as much as his hold on me will allow. "Mhm."
Topper glances over his shoulder, briefly surveying the closed blinds of the windows looking out on to the front porch, and then back to me.
"Alright, on your knees, pretty girl."
He doesn't have to ask twice. He's undoing his belt with one experienced hand and gathering a fist full of my hair at the back of my head with the other. Once removed from the confines of his boxers, his cock bobs at the freedom.
If there's one thing myself and multiple other girls in the Outer Banks can attest to, it's that sucking off Topper Thornton is a pleasure. I'd heard the rumors whispered around school even before we started dating. It was weird at the time, having to hear that kind of thing about my best friend, but once we started dating, I understood where they were coming from. With some guys, blowing them is an outright chore, but not Topper. He knows exactly what he's working with and how to use it.
Once again, he's heavy in my mouth. This time in a pleasurably aching way. His tip nudges the back of my throat, and I have to remind myself to relax and breathe through my nose as tears spring to my eyes. He swipes away a stray tear before it can fall.
"There you go, baby. Good."
He doesn't buck up into my throat, forcing me to gag and sputter as I try to accommodate his length — at least not this time. Topper just fists my hair and rocks slowly back and forth, eyes rolling as my throat clenches around him. My nose nearly digs into his pelvis by the time he's satisfied that his cock is nestled as far as it can get into the heat of my throat.
With the makeshift ponytail, Topper pulls almost all of the way out of my mouth before guiding himself back in. Each time the mushroomed tip kisses the back of my throat, he pulls his cock out of my mouth again. All it takes is a few good strokes before he's spilling into my mouth, moaning while I struggle to take him all. He pulls out when he's finished.
"Swallow," he instructs, tilting my jaw back so that I have but one option. Not that I would argue with him anyhow. I'm used to how he tastes, salty and strangely satisfying, His hot release slides down my throat. At first I would have wrinkled my nose at the thought of such a thing, but strangely, I've become accustomed to the taste. It's uniquely Topper, as odd as that sounds.
He helps me to my feet and plants another slow kiss to my swollen lips. I keen at the attention, my brain feeling sluggish and wishing he would just wrap his large hand around my throat again.
"I love you," he finally murmurs, pressing a find kiss to my forehead; a stark contrast to his manhandling moments before.
"Love you too."
Around us, the porch goes dark for a split second and I bolt into Topper's arms before the lights flicker back on. This repeats a few more times; long enough for us to realize that his dad is likely on the other side of the front door.
Topper groans. "Shit."
"Shit."
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Best friends.
TWS: N0n c0n, Best friend kink, Gr0ping, Sleepy reader, Drunk reader.
Summary: Rafe is the reader best friend, Rafe swears to keep the reader safe. Little does she know…
Y/n and Rafe cameron were a package deal.
Rafe protects Y/n from random boys and Y/n protects Rafe from doing stupid stuff.
Yet Rafe encourages Y/n To do stupid shit, that's exactly what he is doing right now.
“C’mon Y/n. Just a couple more rounds. I promise I'll protect you” Rafe begs Y/n.
“Fine but say it with a smile” Y/n teased.
Rafe smiles at her “Pretty please. With a cherry on top” Rafe mocks.
Y/n lightly pushes his head. He dramatically stumbled back.
He chuckles and wraps his arm around y/n’s shoulder. Guiding her to get more drinks from the stupid party ‘bar’.
“Four shots” Rafe clicks “Alright” Topper sighs.
The alcohol really starting to kick into y/n’s system.
“Alright, pretty lady” Rafe bites his lip, getting y/n drunker and drunker.
She picks up the shot and shoots it down her throat, “Wow, didn't even wait for me” Rafe jokes.
He then takes the shot “Last one” Rafe seethed.
They both grab your shot but wrap your arm around each others.
Letting the burning liquid go down there stomachs. Leaving a warm feeling wherever it ends up.
“Aright, let's dance” Y/n slurred to Rafe.
(Rafe point of view, now)
I smirked at the drunk sight of my innocent friend.
We go over to the dance floor, and y/n starts to sway her hips without a care in the world.
Suddenly a random pogue starts to flirt with her, I wait until it gets ugly. She starts to yell at him.
He grabs onto her wrist, I step closer to the two “Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her” I clench my jaw.
“What are you gonna do ‘bout it, get daddy to get a hitman” The pogue jokes.
“No. I'll cut your hands off and shove it up your ass. Keep your hands off her” I spit, pushing him back.
“You're not worth it” The pogue rolls his eyes and walks away.
I run up and wrap my arms around y/n “He's gone” I whisper in her ear. Calming her.
“Can we leave Rafe, I don't feel good” Y/n begs, falling into my arms.
“Of course. We're going to my place though” I inform her while picking her up bridal style.
“Rafe, I'm gonna pass out” Y/n slurs.
“Don't worry I got you y/n” I calm her.
I place her in the back of my car.
Once I'm in I drive to my house. There wasn't much traffic considering it was 2 am.
“Rafeeeee, I'm tired. Crash the car I don't feel a thing” Y/n slurs once again.
“You can sleep in my bed,” I tell her.
“Like always” She giggles.
We arrive at my house, and I pick her up in my arms “Careful” I groan as she tugs on the back of my shirt, choking me.
“Sorry Rafey” She mocks my name while laughing adorably.
“It's alright y/n/n” I grin down at her.
Tossing her on my bed.
“Come cuddle me” Y/n cries.
“Okay but you need to sleep this off. Better not throw up on me” I joke.
I sit on the bed and she puts her head on my lap. Her dress rides up the thighs. I stroke her hair.
“Can you put on a show?” She asks quietly and shyly.
“Of course” I sigh.
Grabbing my remote and putting on icarly “Yes. I love you thank you” She smiles, focusing on the show.
I slowly slide her dress all the way up. She's clearly out of it.
She starts to laugh at the show, something about Gibby asking for cash when he would get zero dollars for whatever he was selling.
I pull her graze my hand over her clit, her thighs tensing up.
She slowly drifts off into a somewhat sleeping state.
I make it worth my while by pushing her off me softly. And taking her dress off.
She wasn't wearing a bra so I got a perfect view of her beautiful body.
The only thing covering her body was a black thong.
I take it off and pull down my shorts and boxers.
Lining myself over her slit.
Massaging her boobs slowly.
I push myself into her. I felt her body tense up.
I throw my head back In pleasure.
Slamming into her at a steady but quick pace.
Praying she wouldn't wake up.
I felt my stomach tighten, I groan and let my liquid fill her up.
I pull up my shorts and get a rag and a shirt of mine.
When I got back she was awake, “what's going on,” She asks while looking down at her naked body.
“You kinda threw up all over yourself” I grin.
I wipe her vagina and then threw the rag. So lucky she couldn't feel a thing.
“Cmon sit up” I bite my lip trying to put her shirt on her.
“I don't feel good-” her mouth fills with barf. I bring her to the washroom and hold her hair back.
I rub her back as she left lets it all out.
Once she's down I wipe her mouth with a clindex.
“Thank you, Rafe. Gosh, what would I do without you” She giggles.
“Probably be covered in vomit” I joke (ish).
She fake laughs, I kiss her head and laugh.
“Time to sleep” I decided.
I throw her over my shoulder. Making her laugh even harder.
I gently place her down on the bed.
We both lay down and I throw my arm over her waist.
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Not so Secret
Warnings: Regular smut and over protective Rafe
Synopsis: You suddenly take an interest in your brother's best friend, Topper Thorton which leads to not so secret sex.
Topper Thorton x Reader
Minors DNI, you will be BLOCKED.
Masterlist
A/N: No because I love Austin North in general.
Words: 1,376
Topper and Rafe are playing golf while I watch. I’d left the game thirty minutes ago because of boredom. “Do you guys like to plan to match each other or?” Topper randomly throws the question in the air and hits the golf ball. Considering Rafe is my older brother by a month, and since he decides to act tough, I make him match me. He sometimes hides from me because I like to correspond with his outfits.
I see Rafe roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye. Topper lingers his eyes on my body for too long. Rafe’s shirt was a bright peach, and mine had been pinker because why would I own something as colourful as his shirt was? I also had a white pleated skirt on that was shorter than expected. Which was also a hassle even to wear because Rafe decided to have a fit about me wearing it. Unlike Rafe and Sarah’s sister and brother relationship, mine was good with Rafe, most likely because I wasn’t the favorite.
“Yes, and Rafe loves it. Don’t you?” I throw back my head laughing, and he mumbles something incoherently, hitting the golf ball hard into the air. I walk towards Topper, throwing my hands around his neck and locking them together. “He is such a brat.” My voice is a whispered hush as Rafe looks at Topper and me too close for his liking. Topper furrows his eyebrows at me for a second.
I press my soft lips to Topper’s cheek after smiling at Rafe, knowing he can’t stand you seducing his friends. Not that I’ve slept with any of them, you just have to play the game right. All the while, Topper keeps his hands to himself like the gentleman he is and is a suck-up to Rafe. My voice comes out gravelly. “Why don’t you kiss my brother while you’re at it.” I pat Toppers broad shoulders and walk away to the golf cart, getting bored.
Sometimes Topper needed to learn to be his own person and not trying to be twinning with Rafe. Despite me actually looking like a duplicate of my brother.
After what feels like an hour, they come, finally ready to leave.
Their both quiet.
I smack Rafe’s leg, knowing he “talked” with Topper. Top is eighteen, and he doesn’t need a “friendly” conversation, especially from someone like Rafe, who has a girl every other week. I hear Rafe grumble when I switch seats to the back with Topper. Finally, Rafe begins to drive.
I subtly slide my hand on Topper's thigh, analyzing his features. He doesn’t acknowledge my touch, Top’s eyes staying on the back of Rafe’s head. His silence confirms it.
For a man like Topper, he has a good poker face, so whatever Rafe had said set him straight. My hands glide over his dick and then into Topper's pants. He shifts his body, adjusting to my hand touching his cock. Topper is hard, which I hadn’t anticipated.
I run my hand and fingers all over Topper’s dick, feeling every inch of him with just my hand. “Hey, top, I think we should go to the country club tomorrow,” Rafe says nonchalantly, not knowing his little sister is giving his best friend a hand job in the back seat of a very open golf cart at night time.
The thrill drags people into messes, which is the fun part, but if Rafe had caught us, this pleasure would diminish, ending in Topper getting a beating from Rafe. Topper concurs with Rafe, but it becomes more of a mumble mixed with a moan slipping through.
Rafe turns his head back towards us. My hand quickly leaves Toppers pants, and my body starts palpitating with anxiety. “Are you good?” My brother was exasperated but eyed me specifically. “Yeah, man. I’m good.”
“Exactly, Rafe, so look at the path to our house. Don’t wreck us.” I mutter and hit the back of Rafe’s head with the hand that didn’t touch Topper's dick. “Bitch.” He rubs the back of his head, leaving me alone for the rest of the ride.
I look to Topper with a wide grin etched on my face. But, unfortunately, I don’t get the same reaction; he seems agitated.
We make it safely to my house, and I watch Rafe walk inside. I press my lips to Toppers. The desire to feel him so close has been edging me all day. He pulls away. “What the fuck was that?” His face is serious like I’d done something wrong. “What? Topper, are you seriously mad at me? Never mind, I’m leaving.” I run my hands through my soft hair and get out of the golf cart. Topper's big hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back in.
“I’m sorry. Rafe was just being an asshole.” He whispers and starts nibbling my ear. “I can sneak you into my room.” I turn my head to look into Topper’s pretty blue eyes. He kisses me slowly, such a chaste kiss.
I open the front door hearing the house's stillness, meaning everyone had gone to bed or was just in their rooms. I interlace Topper’s hand with mine and tiptoe up the stairs and into the hallway.
Topper locks my door and throws me on the bed. I laugh and put my finger over my lips. Shhh. Topper hovers his body over mine. His knee goes between my thighs, spreading my legs apart, and his plump lips come down on mine. His hands push down my skirt, throwing it onto the wooden floor somewhere. His fingers pull my silk panties to the side. Two fingers, without hesitation, instantly slip in quickly because of my cum.
An unwarranted pornographic moan falls from my lips. Topper's free hand flies to my mouth. “Honey, you can’t be loud.” Topper kisses me softly, his lips drifting down to my neck. He sucks on my flesh while I take my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to keep quiet as he fingers me roughly, his pace quickening by the second.
Topper starts making marks on my boobs, leaving rather quickly and slides his tongue down my stomach and then to my pussy. He looks up at me, his breath fanning on me. His lips wrap around my clit, and his stubble rubs against me. “Fuck- Topper.” My hips press into his face, and he chuckles, sending shivers deep into my body. His fingers curl into me, hitting my sweet spot. I cover my mouth while he flicks his tongue on my clit, and his stubble tickles me. I grab hold of his hair gently.
“Top- fuck. I’m going to-” Moans fall like a song from my red lips. I convulse around Topper's fingers, and a euphoric feeling crosses my mind. Topper gives my pussy one last lick and comes back to face level with me. He kisses me, still remnants of myself in his mouth.
I feel his tip rub up and down my slit a few times. Topper must’ve taken his pants off when he was fingering me. His pre cum and mine mixed, creating lubrication in itself. Finally, he pushes halfway in and pulls out. I whine from the loss of contact. I give him a pouty face, and he slides back in, bottoming out. His balls hit against my butt with each profound thrust.
I wrap my legs around his back. My nails scratched, making cuts into his back, but his speed didn’t slow down. At this point, my nails dug into his back, making crescent moon marks. My fingers find their way through his hair, tugging at his blonde tips. “Good?” He questions with a grunt. “Fuck yes.” I moan loudly, and his thrusts start getting sloppy.
My vagina tightens around Topper's cock. “God, you’re such a slut for me.” I nod yes, feeling pure bliss. My vision goes white for a second, and I see Topper smiling down at me while still pounding into me. “You squirted.” He whispers in my ear and then kisses me gently, and I feel his cum paint my insides.
A banging starts on my door, and the knob rattles. “Did you seriously just fuck Topper!” Rafe screams pounding his fists against my door. Topper ends with a sigh of relief still inside of me. “Can you just fucking chill out, Rafe!? Yes, Topper did that thing you mentioned too.”
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Two for One
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader
Summary: When two kooks convince themselves that they can get you to fold, they're surprised by the idea you propose.
Warnings: I...yeah.. - Male to female intercourse, creampies, unprotected sex (wrap it up), lots of body fluids, fingering, public sex, they're making them FIT, 18+ [2.6k words oops]
a/n: I'm not sure if anyone has done something like this, let me know just in case. Also thank you for 400+ followers, insanity! The way writing has been my stress reliever for the last two months and this is the sweetest treat that came along with it, so thank you again! Hella more to come ;)
The simple, yet provoking outfit you wore to the bonfire had the boys on high alert. Eyes following your every move and each conversation that you had with your friends.
Rafe never saw you as someone who he would date, and neither did Topper. Though you were a kook yourself and even graduated the same year as the Cameron boy, the thought of being with someone who hung out with pogues was not on their agenda.
They've seen you around the country club, hanging with your girlfriends, even Sarah. But it wasn't until today when they saw you, awakening this yearning need to have you to themselves.
"Has she always been this pretty?" Top drank from his red cup, the liquor no longer interested him. His eyes watched you like a hawk as you sat by yourself on one of the logs, in front of the fire.
His friend only shrugged, scratching his chin before turning to him, "Most definitely," he answered, throwing away his beer bottle to the side, landing it in the trash before building the courage to talk to you, "I'm trying something."
Top stared at him in confusion, watching his friend turn around to face him as he walked, "I got this shit,"
"What shit?" he asked, not understanding where the sudden bravery came from.
He was Rafe Cameron after all, whatever he wants, he gets.
"You'll see."
His feet carried him towards you, fixing his shirt before sitting down next to you, leaving a small space in between you to not overwhelm you with his presence.
He had to be smart, he hadn't been the best person to her friends. There's a small chance she could turn him down with no remorse.
You twirled your drink in your hands, finding joy in the fullness of it since you rarely drank. Jj had given it to you, telling you to let loose and have fun.
And fun you had, but not enough since you were now sat down by the water, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against one another.
In the calmness of your night, you were on high alert to your surroundings. Most people had already left the bonfire, figuring they could do something more exciting than just drinking and dancing in the sand. You were ready to leave, but found excitement in noticing the two boys keep tabs on you throughout the night.
There was a big chance of seeing Rafe today, and you would lie to yourself if you said you didn't wear this dress to catch his attention.
As much as you wanted to hate the boy, you couldn't. The only reason you even hung around his house was to see him, even if it was just a glimpse. You'd see Sarah every day when you met up with the pogues, but knowing her brother liked hanging inside his room, the chance of sparking up a conversation seemed less strange.
You smiled to yourself when you felt him sit next to you, his strong cologne had hit your senses right away. You took a deep breath to keep yourself from melting in his strong arms.
"Took you long enough," you hummed, taking a few sips from your drinks to relax your nervous self. You'd caught him mid-breath, ready to speak but you beat him to it.
"What?" He questioned, quickly looking at his friend with a puzzled look, only receiving a shrug in response, only hearing part of your conversation
You turned to face him, putting the drink down in the sand to place your hands against your thighs, using your fingers as a distraction, "I've noticed you checking me out all night, any reason for that?"
He was at a loss for words, like a deer caught in headlights. Swallowing down his stammered voice and clearing his throat, a smirk appeared on his lips, "Can't a man admire your beauty, from afar?"
You smiled, ignoring the rosy cheeks that dared to give your flushed state away," Seemed like you wanted to devour me, with your eyes."
He gulped, licking his lips nervously once more, looking over to his friend who turned away and pretended to like the decor of the table's sheets, nodding to himself
You had caught Topper looking afterward, your hand waving over at him, "I loved the color of the mantel as well!"
They were embarrassed, to say the least, not expecting the turns of events that now faced them.
Deciding to drop the facade, he walked over to the two of you—deciding to sit on the opposite of Rafe, the two of them now seated on each side,
You wasted no time grabbing both of their hands, intertwining them together, "I feel the energy here, and, I know just how to fix that,"
They looked at you confused, letting you guide them away from the small group of people that were sitting away from your view, giving you the perfect escape from being seen.
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"This is insane," Rafe spoke, looking around and eyeing the secluded area that was hidden away from the bonfire, the only light source coming from the stars and the moon that now glowed against your skin.
Had you planned your night to go like this? No. But you craved the two boys that now stood in front of you, understanding the plan you'd explained to them on your little walk.
"It's killing two birds with one stone," You crossed your arms, hoping they'd give in to your idea.
"Out here, on the beach?" Top rubbed his temple, wondering if getting caught was worth it.
All this talk with Rafe was a conversation he followed along with, but now that he had you at his mercy, he couldn't wrap his head around it.
Sighing you drop your hands, raising them in surrender, "Nevermind." you turned around, clearly not on the same page with the boys.
The moment you turned, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you towards their chest, your lips met against Rafe's—his long fingers holding onto your hair, keeping you in place.
The suddenness knocked all the air out of your lungs, your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders before he pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours, "Now, where the hell do you think you're going?"
Two new pair of hands slid down your waist, Topper's chest pressed itself against your back, his lips pressed against your ear, "Thought you wanted us all to yourself,"
With Top's hands cupping your chest and Rafe's lips pressing themselves against your neck, you were over the moon as his tongue slid all the way back up to your lips, capturing them into an intoxicating kiss once more.
There was no going back as soon as you gave in, your body melted back against Topper, your hands were pressed against Rafe's chest.
"My Truck?" Rafe whispered against your lips, his face flushed while he stared down at you, his tall frame towering over you.
"Will we fit?" you asked, your hands tangled against his as you stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek while you wait
"Oh, everything will fit, alright," He smirked down at you, his eyes looking over at Topper before nodding as if they had this planned out beforehand.
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You were laying on the back of the truck, out in the open for anyone to see the three of you.
Rafe had parked the car somewhere a little more secluded, eliminating the possibility of getting caught but it was still rather thrilling.
Your dress had risen up to your sides as you laid down, your underwear was nowhere to be seen, giving the two horny pairs of eyes the perfect view of your wet slit.
"You're fucking perfect," Rafe's lips were soon pressed against your needy clit, his tongue gliding slowly while collecting your juices. Your hands gripped onto his hair, letting out a whimper as he slid in a finger, hungrily eating your cunt as if it were his last meal on earth.
Top had slid down his jeans, the tip of his cock pressed itself against your lips—which you gladly wrapped around his head, keeping your eyes on his as you hollowed your cheeks, welcoming him into the back of your throat.
His hands gripped your hair tightly, positioning his hips to thrust himself deeply into your mouth, loving the way you slobbered all over his cock and down to your chin.
With Rafe adding a third finger into you, your legs wrapped themselves around his head to keep him there—hips pushing forwards to bring you to your first orgasm of the night
He fucked you with his tongue, knuckles deep into your cunt as you felt the familiar fire forming, letting go as you squirt all over his lips and face, fingers not stopping their unforgiving and rough tempo against you.
You pulled away from Top to throw your head back, mouth parted as your legs shook from the pleasure, "Oh, fuck fuck,"
"There she is," he grunted, enjoying how your body responded to his touch. He kept his eyes on yours, pulling his fingers away to wrap them around his lips, savoring the sweet juices that dared to become his favorite thing
"M' gonna ruin you," his hands were now pressed to each side of your face, leaning down to press his lips against your neck, grabbing one of your hands to press them against the tent that wanted nothing more than being buried inside of you
Topper had his hand wrapped around his shaft, keeping his eyes on the two of you, "She's being such a good girl for us, ain't she?"
Rafe looked down at you, brushing your hair out of your face with a smile, "She really is, aren't you sweetheart?"
You bit your lip are you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to please them both.
"Mm, let me try something," you placed your hand against Rafe's chest, pushing him back against the truck— which was rather comfortable since he had a thin bed mattress that he could unfold.
As soon as his back had hit the bed, you crawled on top of him—using your hands to unbuckle his pants and slide them down his legs along with his boxers, letting his veiny and girthy cock spring out free.
Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting him to carry such a package which made him chuckle at your reaction, "It'll fit, trust me,"
Your mouth watered, but you wanted nothing more than to fill the ache that craved to be stuffed down your legs.
With your hand wrapping itself around his shaft, he hissed softly, watching the way you parted your lips and took him down your throat, gagging not even halfway.
He held back from buckling his hips, letting you take control as his eyes rolled back, fingers gripping your hair before you pulled away, wiping away the saliva that had slid down your neck with a grin, pumping his cock with your hand, "I need you,"
You held onto his shoulders as you sank down his monstrous cock, letting out a gasp while you shakily whimpered. He was more than you could handle, feeling the way your warm cavern swallowed him in slowly, till you reached the bottom. Your hands pressed themselves against his chest while you rolled your hips down against him slowly, getting used to his size.
His hands slid down to your ass, smacking your ass cheeks harshly before gripping them in his hands, helping you glide up and down at a desperate pace, your moans were held back by your teeth biting down against your bottom lip.
He noticed this and pounded up against you, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you from moving, "Fucking let me hear you, slut,"
Your breath hitched at his words, crying out as you held on to him, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his shaft.
Topper had slid behind the two of you, spitting down against his hand to push your body forwards as Rafe's hips came to a halt, "Think you can fit me in there?"
You turned your head to face him, leaning forward to give him space as he pressed the head of his cock against your stuffed entrance, slowly slipping into your tight and sweet cunt, "Holy shit," you let out, feeling overly full with the two of them thrusting themselves into you.
It felt deliciously good as you moved your hips back against them slowly, savoring every moment as they moaned, Rafe's hand sliding up to cup your breast in his hands, pulling down your dress from the top to wrap his lips against one of your nipples, squeezing the other one softly.
Top's hands gripped your sides, digging his fingers into them and jerking his hips into you, grunting as he pushed one last powerful thrust before spilling himself inside of you, his teeth bit down against your shoulder to keep himself quiet.
The warmness of his seed made you slide off from Rafe's, using your hand to wrap it around topper's cock and slide him into you, milking every last drop of his seed.
"Such a needy whore," he choked out, holding onto you as his hips jerked one last time into you, letting out a breathy moan before sitting back against the mat.
You let go of him, looking down at the other boy who watched you in awe, "You're fucking perfect,"
Grabbing the base of his shaft you slid down his leaking tip, moaning softly against his ear, "Yeah?"
He couldn't take the way you slowly slammed down against him, wanting nothing more than to split you in half.
He wrapped his arms around your waist once more, spreading his legs slightly before lifting his hips, rolling his hips into you at a reckless pace, the sound of smacking flesh filling the air as he pounded roughly into your throbbing pussy.
"You're gonna feel me for days," he grunts, loving the way your fingers ran through his hair before gripping it in your hands, your moans encouraging him to flip you over, pressing your face down against the mat.
"You're ours now, nothing but a pussy for us to fuck," he whispered against your ear, balls swinging against you while you pushed back against his thrusts, spreading your legs wider to let him hungrily devour you whole.
"M' so close," you whimpered, scared of letting out the moans you've been holding back, knowing they'll catch the attention of the drivers passing by.
You were sweating, moving your hips back to match his pace, feeling him deep as your face grows hot, "Cmon pretty girl, give daddy what he needs," his words were encouraging, struggling to speak as he chased his climax.
Your walls gripped themselves around his cock, back arching as you saw stars— breath hitching as you came all over him, crying out his name, "Holy fuck, Rafe!"
He whispered sweet nothings against your ears as his hips stuttered, spilling himself inside of you till every last drop, using his hands to move your hips back against him slowly with a satisfied sigh, "And ours she is," he turned to face Topper, who had a smirk planted on his face
Your legs gave out under him, letting him have his way with you as you tried catching your breath, "Tsk tsk, you don't think we're done with you, right?"
He pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back—pressing a rough kiss against your hips, the feeling of Topper's fingers pressing themselves against your entrance made you close your legs, to which he held open, shaking his head.
"You're not?" you asked, swallowing deeply as you felt your throat drying up, not believing the words coming out of him
"You've made the mistake of letting us in, and now I'm afraid you're not gonna be able to kick us out, pretty girl."
His words made your cunt clench around nothing, already missing their new owners, and god were you excited.
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Hey!! Congratulations on 5k!!! That is absolutely amazing and you deserve all of the followers in the world!!! Could I possibly get 28. “How many times have you touched yourself while thinking of me?” with Topper and a pogue!reader, perhaps? If you don't write for Topper, Rafe would be nice too! Thank you so much!!!
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5K celebration
Warnings: coercion, implied unprotected sex
You leaned back on Topper’s bed, spreading your legs wide for him to see your glistening pussy from the foot of the bed where he remained standing. Topper was resisting and you were tired of it. Who cared about Kook and Pogue bullshit? But if he wanted it to be a secret, that was fine too.
“Fuck. You’re killing me. You have to stop.” Topper practically begs, tugging at the collar of his button up shirt as his cheeks flush even in the darkness.
“Stop what? Touching myself? Thinking about you while I do it?” You flirt, your new found confidence soaring thanks to your sexy crotchless lingerie and the buzz in your veins. Toppers restraint was visibly slipping and it only fueled you on further. You push two fingers down your slit, forcing a gasp from your lips as your palm meets your clit. You bite your lip as you watch the way he stiffens, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes remain unblinking.
“How many times have you touched yourself while thinking of me?” Topper’s voice breaks and you know you’ve got him. You push your two fingers inside yourself, moaning at the sensation.
“A lot.” You murmur, lowering your eyes to the tent in his khakis pants. You lick your lips, making a show of it as you picture his cock inside you instead.
“Fuck. Stop.” Topper growls, yanking his shirt open and sending buttons flying as he tears it down his muscular arms. His hands go to his belt next, toeing off his shoes as he quickly tries to undress.
“Make me.” You purr, taunting him past the point of no return. The vein in his forehead was threatening to burst before he quickly wraps his hands around your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the bed. You brace yourself against his chest, smearing your arousal as Topper leans down, towering over your trembling form. His nose brushes yours, anxiety gripping you as you wait for him to kiss you.
He’s still hesitating and that annoys you. Without thinking you press your still wet fingers to his lips before pushing them into his mouth, making him taste you.
Topper groans, eyes squeezing shut as he sucks your essence off your fingers before you slowly pull them back out.
“We can’t tell anyone.” Topper groans almost painfully, his hard cock digging into your thigh. It was so close to where you needed. He was so much bigger than you imagined. You ached to have him deep inside you.
“Your secrets safe with me, Kook.” You murmur, before smashing your lips to his just as he finally sinks inside your aching pussy.
You’d keep his secret but he didn’t realize that meant keeping him as well.
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toppers got a crush
words: 900
warnings: 18+ only!, smut, thigh riding, p in v sex, unprotected p in v sex, exhibitionism, topper watching (request)
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you lean your head back against rafes shoulder, undulating your hips, grinding down against his leg as you clench your thighs around him. you reach down, feeling for rafes hand until you take it and move his palm over your breast, letting out a moan when he begins to massage your tit.
“i-i should go.” topper says, making you pick your head up to look at him. you completely forgot that he was there to begin with, too wrapped up in rafe to remember his friend sitting on the couch opposite to you.
“sit down.” rafe says, making you turn to look at him, eyebrows knitting together. you’re not one to question rafe, but you don’t understand why he wouldn’t want topper to leave. he was the one who pulled you onto his lap when you went to sat next to him, clearly showing that he was wanting you just as much as you were wanting him.
“baby, did you know that topper had a crush on you? before we started dating of course. he thought that you were real pretty.” rafe says, moving his hands underneath your shirt, letting the hem rise up as he grips your waist, moving you to keep your pussy grinding down against him.
“i didn’t know.” you admit, letting your head fall back against rafes shoulder, but keeping your eyes open, your eyes on topper. you honestly didn’t know topper had a crush on you, you just figured he was a friendly guy, even if he did back off when you started dating rafe.
“and i have the sneaking suspicion he still has a bit of a crush on you, despite you belonging to me.” rafe says, quirking his head to the side, his eyes on topper. “so why don’t we reinforce the fact that you belong to me, yeah?”
“okay.” you nod. you don’t even care who is watching if it means getting rafes dick, your panties are absolutely soaked and you are beyond needy for him, and have been since he sat you on his lap an hour ago.
“take your top off. show topper how gorgeous your tits are.” rafe commands, and you sit up to pull your shirt off, revealing that you’re not wearing a bra. topper gapes at the two of you when rafe retakes your tit in his hand, using his forefinger and thumb on the other side of your chest to tug at your nipple.
“she loves having her tits played with, don’t you? man, look how jealous top is that he’s not the one touching you right now.” rafe says.
“i’m not jealous.” topper says, a frown coming to his face, even as his eyes stay on your bare torso.
“you don’t want to cop a feel then?” rafe questions, causing you to pause the movements of your hips. you and rafe are not shy about showing your affection in public, but you can’t imagine with how jealous rafe is that he would be okay with letting someone else touch you, even if it is topper.
“no.” topper grits out, his jaw clenched. “thats your girl.”
“correct answer.” rafe says, feeling you relax against him when you realize that topper isn’t going to be touching you. “now baby, why don’t you stand up and take your pants off?”
you stand between rafes legs, his hands coming to your hips as he twists you so you’re facing him, and you know exactly what he’s wanting you to do as you slide your thumbs under your waistband, pulling your pants and underwear down simultaneously as you stick your ass out, giving topper a great view.
“now take my cock out.” rafe commands you next. you step out of your pants, kicking them to the side before bending again, separating your legs slightly so your pussy peeks out as you reach down, tugging open rafes zipper and taking out his already hard cock.
“good girl.” rafe moans when you stroke your hand over his length. “turn around and sit on it. look at topper while you take my dick.”
you turn, meeting toppers eyes. you glance down at his lap, legs still spread in what was a natural position but now just gives you a great view of his cock, hard and straining against his shorts.
“you see that baby? he’s so hard!” rafe laughs. “he definitely still has a crush on you.”
“maybe he’s hard because he saw your dick.” you joke, making rafe spank your ass, sending a ripple over the skin.
“enough mouth, ride me.”
you place your hands on rafes spread knees as you sink down, rafe using his hand to keep his cock lined up with your entrance as your folds separate for him, wetness easily being able to accommodate his cock as your walls stretch for him.
“oh, fuck.” rafe moans, grabbing onto your hips, pulling you the rest of the way down, harder and faster than you expected.
you let out a moan when he sits you completely down onto his lap, his cock buried inside of you.
“okay. i get it.” topper says, his voice sounding strained. “let me leave so you can finish.”
rafe shakes his head, using his strength to begin to move you up and down his length, like you’re nothing more than a fuck toy. “nah, i’m not letting you off so soon. all you’re gonna do is jack off to the memory of her naked. you can stay sat right where you are until i make her cum at least three times.”
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Topper gets drunk as he tries to get over Sarah and you’re there for him? 🙈
Anything for a Friend
Warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), needy!Topper, spanking, 18+
"I just, I can't believe I let her do that to me again y/n. I'm so stupid."
Topper was way past his limit, slurring his words as tears slide down his handsome face. He'd shown up to your apartment, frantically waving a bottle of tequila and begging you to let him inside.
"Shh, Top its okay. You aren't stupid, you just wanted to believe it was real and that she felt the same way as you."
You cradle his head in your lap, softly combing your fingers through his hair, trying desperately to get him to calm down.
"You deserve better. Someone who won't leave you hanging, who will always be there for you, no matter what. Someone that loves you for you."
He sucks in a shaky breath, turning on his side and nuzzling further into your thighs.
You can't help the heat that swirls through your system at having him so close to your core. He had no idea how many nights you'd spent imagining what it would be like for him to finally see what has been right in front of him all along.
His thoughts seem to mirror yours, his hands daring to ghost over the exposed skin of your inner thighs, toying with the edge of your shorts. When he looks up at you his eyes seem different, slightly darker and you notice the tears have stopped flowing.
"Y/n," he whispers, warm breath tickling your sensitive flesh as he leans in, nose brushing over your barely covered clit.
You can't help that soft moan that falls from your lips, automatically arching further into his touch.
"Topper, what are you doing?"
Before you can process you're on your back, legs spread wide as he hovers over your body on the couch.
"Help me forget y/n. Please."
He grinds his hips forward, already hard cock rubbing perfectly against your bundle of nerves and making you clutch onto him tightly.
"Are you sure?" You don't want him to regret this in the morning, fearful of what that would mean for your friendship.
"Yes, I want you. Can't you feel what you're doing to me?"
He grinds forward again, lowering his face to yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
Your body comes alive under him, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. His hands glide into your hair, angling your head so he can deepen the kiss, his tongue slowly pushing into your mouth and making you moan at the taste.
His fingers make their way down your body, lightly teasing each nipple before just barely dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.
He looks to you for confirmation, a silent nod urging him forward. When his thick digits spread your lower lips open your eyes fall shut, pleasure surging through your system as he starts to rub your clit in slow circles.
"Fuck, you're so wet baby. This all f'me?"
He plunges two fingers inside your soaking entrance, knocking the words right out of your mouth. His lips attach to your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot. He sucks and bites on your tan skin, earning him moans and whimpers that only make him harder.
"Top, please. I need to feel you, all of you."
You both remove your clothes in a frenzy, throwing them in every direction in a rush to get rid of all the barriers between you.
When you glance over his toned frame you can't help but feel like you've been missing out. The soft glow of the lamp casting shadows over the sharp lines of his muscles, his cock standing tall and proud, tip weeping for you.
Taking control you shove him down onto the couch, quickly crawling over him to hover over his cock. You wrap your hand around the base, giving him a few slow pumps before lining him up with your entrance.
He watches your expressions closely as you start to sink down, biting your lip at the stretch of each disappearing inch.
"Fuck Top, baby, you feel so good."
He groans at your words, hands landing on your hips to help guide your movements.
You start off slowly, rolling your hips back and forth and letting your body get used to the feel of him so deep inside of you. You lean down to kiss him again, taking your time to thoroughly explore every inch of his mouth.
"Y/n, you're killing me. Faster, please." His hands move to your breasts, rolling each nipple between his fingers and loving how your walls flutter around him.
Hearing him beg flips a switch in you. You start to bounce up and down, as hard and fast as you can manage. Your hands work into his hair, tugging harshly every time he hits your g spot. He works to meet your thrusts, every time you slide down he slams his hips upwards into you.
"Shit Topper, just like that."
His need to be in control quickly takes over, moving you so you're bent over the side of the couch. When he plunges back inside you a loud moan leaves your lips, the new angle sending him even deeper than before.
His pace is ungodly, balls smacking off your lips every time he thrusts inside. He lands a hard smack to your left cheek, an involuntary moan once again leaving your mouth at the pain mixed with the pleasure. "God, squeezing me so fucking tight. You gonna cum baby girl?"
All you can do is nod, too drunk on how his cock feels massaging your walls to respond. His fingers find your clit once again, expertly rubbing it in smooth circles and making stars explode behind your eye lids.
You cum with a cry, throwing your hips back to meet his motions as you feel him twitch inside you. He fills you with his release, laying down on your back as you both try to calm your breathing.
"Damn, should've done that a long time ago."
He chuckles, helping pull you to your feet. He doesn't miss the way his cum looks oozing down your thighs, quickly hardening once again at the thought of all the other things he can do to you.
He takes you by surprise, throwing you over his shoulder and heading to your bedroom. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor as he feathers kisses up your legs. "I'm not done with you yet," he warns just before his tongue grazes over your clit. It was going to be a long night.
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i love ur fics sm!
this is a controversial opinion, but i wanted a sweet and caring topper (ik in the series he’s a douchebag) i think he has loving bf potential lol
i’d love to read a bratty girl x bf who’d do anything for her topper from u <3
cw: topper thornton x bratty!reader, mentions of smut, fluff, dom!topper
note: okay controversial opinion but topper had potential to be a good boyfriend, he had some good moments
topper is the absolute sweetest boyfriend known to man. he's kind, gentle, sweet, caring, considerate and gorgeous on top of that. he always makes sure you're mentally and physically okay and he never lets you lift a finger if he can help it.
you on the other hand, are a brat. you always mouth off and refuse to listen when he's trying to help you. not out of hatred or anything though, you just don't want to listen. and you partially like him putting you in your place.
"okay, i think you've had enough," topper gently says. you stand beside him at a party, chugging mixed drinks.
"am nott!!" you whine back, reaching for more alcohol. topper pulls it away, "hey! bitch!"
five seconds later, you're in topper's arms and his hands are on your waist and chin, "hey, that's not a nice word to call me. look at me." in a rebellious haze, you look away but topper's pulling your face back, "i'm tryin' to take care of you, baby. gotta listen, mkay?"
"i don't wanna.."
"that's too bad. maybe i'm too soft on you, but i'm in charge here, sweetheart. don't forget it, now let's get outta here, mkay? i'll eat you out in my jeep while we wait for takeout to be ready."
#topper thornton#topper thorton x reader#topper thorton smut#topper obx#topper outerbanks#obx#outerbanks
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I’m begging for just a crumb of anything Kook!Reader with her Kook boys. Any plot your heart desires <3
They will absolutely make it a game between the three of them of who makes you have the most orgasms, and the most intense orgasms. You of course don’t know this, but as time goes on you start sensing something is going on. Kelce would stop by one day, fucking into your cunt until it was sore and you’d used your safe word after about four orgasms. Then the next day Topper stopped by, eating you out and fingering you until you soaked his face, then fucking your brains out until you couldn’t take it anymore. And then Rafe stopped by the next, pulling out all the cards that he knew drove you wild. His tongue lapping at your cunt, thumb rubbing your swollen clit that was slick with arousal, not giving you a break when you came before he was three ring clad fingers inside your cunt. He’d twist and turn them, watching you squirm under him, hips bucking and back arching as your mouth hung open. Eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed, toes curling and hands gripping his messy hair tightly. Licking up every drop your sweet cunt offered him. His cock would be painfully hard, tip swollen and leaking pre cum as he gave you no recovery time before sliding inside you. You’d beg him for just a few seconds, just to catch your breath since something had seemed to posses him and give him an insatiable sex drive. He’d do so, you being comfortable was more important than the stupid game, before you told him he was good to move. Fucking into you brutally, hands gripping your hips, moving to grab handfuls of your tits, one hand grabbing your throat and squeezing just enough for your eyes to roll back and see stars. The white fuzzy splotches taking over your vision as that familiar feeling in your stomach built up, toes curling and nails scratching Rafe’s back. You’d both come together, his seed painting your walls and yours spraying all over the bed soaking the sheets. His lips would meet yours, biting and pulling at your bottom lip, moaning into the others mouth and desperately latching on. Once you both came down, he’d pull out and walk to the bathroom to grab a warm wash cloth, wiping you off first and then himself. When he thought your eyes were closed, he’d grab his phone to take a quick photo, sending it to his group chat with Topper and Kelce and bragging about how he was the winner, but you’d seen it. And when he walked to the kitchen, leaving his phone on your nightstand, you took it upon yourself to look, eyes widening when you’d seen all the previous texts. If they wanted a game so bad, you’d give them one. You’d quickly exit out of the messages and lock his phone, placing it back where it was when you heard him walking back. A few days later, you’d invited them all over for a small pool party with just the four of you, and when they arrived, when they walked to your backyard? They saw you, completely naked, legs spread on the lounge chair, and fingers disappearing into your soaked cunt. A mischievous smirk on your face as they looked at you in confusion and desire
“You wanted a game boys? Let’s play”
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron smut#topper thorton imagine#topper thorton smut#topper thornton#kelce outer banks#kelce obx#rafe cameron x kook!reader
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Time wasted
Parings: Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader
Type: angst
Words: 342
Y/N was waiting at the restaurant for Topper, tapping her foot impatiently. They had made reservations for a romantic dinner date and had been looking forward to this for days. Finally, after 30 minutes of waiting, Topper strode in, looking charming and disarming as usual.
Y/N was fuming as Topper took a seat across from her.
Topper immediately sensed Y/N’s agitation and asked “what’s wrong.”
Y/N snapped, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that you’re late!”
Topper’s face fell for a moment, realizing how much of a blunder he had made. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I got held up with practice,” he said earnestly, hoping to smooth things over.
“That’s not a good enough excuse. We had plans, Topper. You could have let me know,” Y/N retorted, unable to calm down.
Topper understood Y/N's point, but he didn’t like being berated in public. “I get it, Y/N, but can we please just enjoy our dinner together? Let’s not ruin the night,” he pleaded.
But Y/N was not having any of it. “No, I’m not going to just forget about this. You disrespected me and my time.”
Topper sighed deeply, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise to make it up to you.”
The two finished dinner in what felt like an awkward silence, and Y/N soon realized that the night was ruined.
Y/N had waited so long for this date, had been so excited to share a meal with Topper, to talk to him, and to be with him. Instead, she felt disappointed, disrespected, and let down.
As they drove home, Y/N let their irritation with Topper simmer down to a slow boil.
They both knew they needed to have a conversation about their boundaries and respect for each other's time. She loved Topper, but they weren't willing to let him get away with disrespecting their time like that again. It was time to set some clear boundaries for their relationship.
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