#topper thornton smut

[cherienymphe]

Escapism

Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: Your brother always stayed up with you whenever you couldn’t sleep and nothing has changed now that his best friend is the reason for your late nights.

warnings: Dub-Con, stepcest, cheating, toxic relationship, semi-public sex, jealousy, secret relationship, side of Rafe x reader, lots of playing in Rafe's face, kook!reader, non canon ages

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You were a shitty girlfriend.

Perhaps, in some ways, you were being too harsh on yourself because it wasn’t like Rafe would ever win boyfriend of the year. The blond came with a plethora of issues that could only be fixed with therapy—something you probably wouldn’t even be able to pay him to do—and he chose to handle every single one with one horrible coping mechanism after the next. When it was all said and done though, you really only had yourself to blame.

It wasn’t like you were a stranger to the man before you started dating him.

You knew Rafe well—you’d grown up with him—so was it really his fault that you chose to ignore every single thing you knew about him in the hopes that he would mature and change? Was it his fault that you forgave him time and time again with the hopes that he could still change? Was he the asshole for being him or were you the asshole for going into this with the expectation he’d be something he wasn’t?

“Come on,” Topper would say to you in the dead of night. “You and I both know what he’s like—what he’s always been like.”

It was usually after he’d listen to you cry over Rafe and whatever girl he’d kissed or whatever awful thing he’d said to you, pupils blown and alcohol on his breath. He’d pull you to sit back, hands rubbing over your arms in an attempt to calm you down. It was always well into the night when you both should’ve been asleep, but per your routine as of late, you’d be waiting up for Rafe to call or text or walk through the door.

Anything to let you know he wasn’t passed out drunk in a ditch somewhere.

“Rafe can take care of himself just fine.”

Or some variation of that would reach your ears, and you’d press your hands to your face in exhaustion. You’d never miss the bitterness—borderline malice—in Topper’s voice as he said something like that. You knew it wasn’t directed at you, but more so your relationship with the other blond as a whole and his frustration with it. Topper never wanted you to date Rafe, and you knew he took no pleasure in watching Rafe prove him right.

Rafe may have been his best friend…

…but you were ten and Topper was twelve when his mother married your father. He’d been protective of you since day one, having been an only child before that, and you knew that he hated having to let you make your own choices and mistakes with the guy you’d both once called a friend. If you and Rafe came out of this relationship intact, you doubted you’d ever call him ‘friend’ again.

He’d hurt you too much for that.

You weren’t a bad girlfriend for thinking such thoughts. Nor were you a bad girlfriend for trying to break up with him on several occasions, something Rafe would always talk you out of with promises of remorse and change. You didn’t even think you were a bad girlfriend for venting about your frustration and hurt to his best friend—your stepbrother.

You were a shitty girlfriend for allowing something to continue that should’ve ended years ago.

Fed up with talking about Rafe and how badly he’d hurt your feelings earlier in the day, Topper had pressed his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up with a kiss. A kiss that you returned, shoulders sagging and a weight lifting off of your chest as his arms circled around your waist. Rafe had called you a nag hours before, subsequently telling you he wouldn’t be staying over before hanging up without another word.

It had hurt you, but you were sure Topper was just relieved to have you all to himself.

Or at the very least, wouldn’t be tempted to fuck you anyway—Rafe under the same roof be damned.

You both were quiet in the dark living room—your parents asleep upstairs—and the longer you kissed him, the more you just wanted to forget about Rafe. The t-shirt you wore was bunching up under the blonde’s hands, and you gasped when his mouth trailed down to your neck. You could feel how much he wanted you, and any other night you would’ve loved to drag this out, but much like Topper…

You just wanted to feel him inside of you.

You never wore any underwear to bed, both for convenience and just because. It was something Topper had come to appreciate, and when you helped him pull his shorts down, cock springing free, you couldn’t slide down the couch fast enough. He hooked one hand under your thigh, helping you and dragging you closer, the other squeezing his cock with long strokes.

He rubbed the tip of himself against you a few times, coating the head in your essence, unsurprised at how wet and ready for him you already were. The feel made you bite the inside of your cheek, lifting your hips in an attempt to get him to sink into you even if just a little. You didn’t miss the soft chuckle that rang through the air.

“I’m sorry,” he huskily told you, pushing into you with one slow thrust. “Is that better?”

You hated his mocking tone, but not as much as you loved the feel of him stretching you out. You clawed at him, pulling him closer, sighing into his mouth when he finally kissed you again. The movements of his hips were slow, too afraid to do too much and make too much noise. The pace was enough to make your head spin and was definitely enough to make you squirm beneath him. When you started lifting your hips to meet him halfway, he groaned into the kiss.

Rafe was the furthest thing from your mind.

Sliding your hands up Topper’s frame, you threaded your fingers through his hair, nails lightly dragging along his scalp. By the way he shuddered against you, you knew that he liked that. Every snap of his hips into yours had you swallowing down every noise that threatened to escape. His cock stroked your walls in a way that made you squeeze your eyes shut.

Shifting, you felt his hand slide down to rest on the inside of your thigh, pushing it and spreading it until your leg hung off of the couch. At that, you did gasp, a choaked sound escaping your lips before you snapped them shut. His free hand was beside your head now, forearm resting on the couch cushion. You both were quiet, but your soft labored breathing could still be heard if you listened hard enough.

When you softly moaned his name, he shushed you.

“I want…” you fought to catch your breath enough to speak. “I want you to come inside of me.”

You felt another shiver travel up his spine, head falling into the crook of your neck at that. You knew he wasn’t close, but you felt like making that known. It wasn’t something you both made a habit of, but you loved the feel of Topper spilling into you, cock twitching as he coated your walls in his release. When you pushed against his hand, he got the hint, and you circled his waist with your legs, ankles hooking at the small of his back.

Topper took his time fucking you.

He often did, feeling no need to rush or no fear that you’d get caught. You didn’t know if he was just that confident in how quickly you could pull yourselves together or that it simply wouldn’t happen. Some part of you wondered if maybe he just didn’t care. You knew that couldn’t be true for several reasons, the most pressing being your boyfriend.

It was funny.

Rafe had probably cheated on you more times than you actually knew of, but the minute some other guy looked at you for even just a second too long, he was gearing up for a fight. You didn’t know if he was performative or just that skilled at compartmentalization, but you hated it. What good did it do for him to act so noble and possessive when way too many people knew how much he’d embarrassed you over the past six months?

You didn’t doubt that he’d try to kill Topper in some coked out rage if he ever knew.

Topper’s hand was cupping your breast under your shirt as he pressed kisses to your neck and jaw. He was whispering in your ear, telling you how good you felt and how wet you were, and how much he wanted to feel you coming around him. He knew what to say to send you over the edge, and at the first sound, he covered your mouth in another kiss to swallow your moans.

You squeezed him tight, walls clenching as he fucked you through your climax, cock plunging into your soaking cunt as he chased his own. His thrusts grew sloppy, and they weren’t as languid, and his blond strands kissed your forehead as they grew messy and awkward with sweat. Your legs had long fallen around him, and you pressed your hand against his lower back.

When he came, he buried his face into where your neck and shoulder met, groaning into the skin. You shuddered at the feel of him spilling into you, still clenching around him as remnants of your orgasm finally started to dissipate. His breathing was heavy against your skin before pulling back just enough to touch his forehead to yours.

You could only hear your efforts to catch your breath.

“I love you. You know that, right?”

You nodded, positive he could feel the action against his forehead. You fingered the top of his shorts, and you bit your lip. You didn’t say it back often—something you still had trouble accepting and admitting—but you told him enough so that he’d never doubt it.

“Can I stay in your room tonight?” you quietly asked him. “Rafe probably won’t come over until after noon…if he comes over, at all.”

You tried not to let your voice shrink at the thought, but Topper caught it anyway. Pulling out of you and sitting up, he grabbed your arm and pulled you with him. Righting himself, he pulled you to your feet, his other hand pushing his hair away from his face.

“You know you never have to ask,” he told you.

His hands were comfortably on your waist as he followed behind you, guiding you upstairs.

“What…? You got a problem or something?”

You knew it was coming when you were the only one who wasn’t laughing, unamused as he recounted his tale of how he’d cornered Pope. You’d never known the other guy to get into any trouble or bother anyone, and while you knew there would never be anything you could do about whatever petty rivalry your brother and your boyfriend and their friends involved themselves in, Pope just seemed like low hanging fruit.

He wasn’t even the type to fight back.

“I just don’t find it funny,” was all you said, squinting under the harsh rays of the sun. “You know Pope’s not even like that. I might’ve laughed if it were JJ or…I don’t know…someone who would actually put up a fight.”

Rafe’s entire demeanor clouded over at that, and you were prepared for whatever was about to come out of his mouth when Topper spoke.

“Rafe,” the other blond warned. “Chill.”

He seemed to anticipate Rafe’s ire just as much as you did, and Rafe paused, glancing at his best friend before huffing. He leaned back in his chair, eyeing you with that cold blue gaze of his. The sun shone off of his dirty blond strands, the tresses curtained along his forehead, and you watched him bring his hand up to rest against his lips before finally settling on a better response than what you both knew you almost got.

“So, what are you trying to say?”

Choosing to end this fight before it even began, you sighed, looking away.

“I’m not saying anything, Rafe. You can do whatever you want,” you murmured. “You always do.”

He heard that loud and clear, and the laugh he let out wasn’t humorous in the slightest. You heard him roughly get up from his seat, chair scraping against the wooden floor. You watched him snatch his glass off the table, mumbling something about needing a refill but not before making a comment to Topper that was solely intended for you.

“Get your sister, Top,” your boyfriend drawled, making you cross your arms over your chest.

You could feel the man in question’s eyes on you, and you avoided his gaze.

“Sometimes I swear you like fighting with him just as much as he does you.”

At that, you scoffed, looking at him in disbelief.

“I didn’t laugh because he beat up Pope Heyward…and that was apparently a problem,” you pointed out to which Topper merely shrugged, unable to disagree. “I apologize for not finding it funny.”

“Babe,” he softly said, reaching out and touching your arm. “He’s a Pogue, and you know how Rafe is.”

His excuse for Rafe’s behavior only made you roll your eyes, and you heard him sigh as you reached for your stuff. He said your name, trying to get you to sit back down, but you were only more determined to leave once you caught sight of Kelce walking up the steps to the restaurant too. Dealing with all three of them at once was enough to give you a coronary.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t answer Rafe as you passed him on his way back to the table, ignoring Kelce too when he said hey to you. You hated to take it out on him when he didn’t actually do anything this time, but you knew his mindset was just as bad as Rafe’s, and so you figured it was preemptively deserved. You didn’t need to be a genius to know that Rafe was going to talk shit about you the second you were out of sight.

It was one of those days where you really felt emboldened to finally break up with him for good. Rafe hadn’t been good to you nor right for you since the beginning, and you knew that if Topper was a lesser person, he would’ve said ‘I told you so’ a million times by now. You were grateful that he didn’t make you feel worse for being naïve enough to ever believe in Rafe Cameron.

Although, some part of you wondered if having you crawl into his bed night after night was satisfaction enough.

It was hours later when he was softly apologizing for both his and Rafe’s behavior, fingers digging into your waist as you pushed yourself down onto him. Rafe had long fallen asleep, his light snores easing your worry as you’d snuck out of your room. Topper was awake—as you’d hoped—and it was true that you’d only intended to talk. Rafe’s attitude hadn’t been much better when you finally reunited again, something you were sure Topper had overheard.

“You really want to talk about Rafe, right now?” he’d whispered, hand sliding along your thigh.

“Topper,” you’d quietly hissed in warning. “Not…tonight. He’s…”

You didn’t need to finish that sentence, feeling no need to as you gestured towards his door. The blond had fixed you with a look that made your stomach flip, a hint of a smirk dancing along his pink lips as he held your gaze.

“That’s never stopped us before.”

You’d swallowed at that, feeling unsure, but that was a feeling that had never stopped the other man before either. The first time he’d ever kissed you, you’d felt unsure, but Topper hadn’t cared, holding you to him and fingering you on the back deck while his mother threw some grand party downstairs. You still remembered the way you came around his fingers, an admission of insecurities somehow leading to your first ever sexual experience—and with your own stepbrother no less.

“Topper,” you’d quietly warned when he brushed his lips against yours. “Rafe…”

“Do…not…talk about him, right now,” he’d slowly said, fingers grazing along your folds just as slow.

Despite your hand against his shoulder, he’d laid you down, lips finding the skin just under your jaw.

“He’s the last thing I want to talk about, right now.”

…and he’d meant it, curving his fingers into you while pressing open mouthed kisses to your jaw and throat and collarbone. Any protest you had was swallowed down and quickly forgotten at the slick feeling between your legs, Topper’s fingers sinking into your cunt with ease. Your own twisted into the fabric of his shirt, hips lifted towards his hand, fighting to swallow down a whimper each time his thumb circled your clit.

“Fuck,” he’d cursed into your skin. “I love how wet you get for me.”

It wasn’t long after that that he was hurrying to get inside of you, shirts and shorts discarded as he pulled you on top of him. When you sank down onto him, he’d sighed, throwing his head back and lifting his hips. With your hands on his stomach, you’d lifted yourself until the tip of his cock just barely remained inside of you before sliding back down.

You gently bounced on top of him, hyper aware of who was just in the other room. You could tell that Topper wasn’t a huge fan, feeling that you had to pick one between being on top and being gentle, but it couldn’t be both. When his hands slid up your frame, they rested on the sides of your neck before pulling you down. Your eyes fell closed when you kissed him, and you gasped into his mouth when he lifted his hips, driving himself up into you.

You mentally cursed, realizing you’d been tricked.

With his hands quickly sliding down to snake around your waist, Topper wasted no time in lifting his hips to push his cock up into you. The force of his thrusts had you squeezing him in more ways than one, lips parted and eyes tight as he roughly fucked himself up into you. His bed shook under his movements, and you couldn’t stop yourself from whining into his mouth, the sound of him sinking into you reaching your ears.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he hummed, one hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

When his bed knocked into the wall, he halted his movements, using the moment to both catch his breath and listen. Your own heart stuttered, digging your nails into his chest because you’d literally told Topper so. Once Rafe was knocked out, it was usually pretty hard to wake him up, but it would be just your luck that this night of all nights he’d be a light sleeper.

You really didn’t want to imagine the chaos if he left your room in search of you only to find his best friend balls deep inside of you.

When no worrying sounds reached your ears, Topper took that as a sign to continue, knees bent as he thrust up into you again. You could tell he was close by the way his cock twitched inside of you, and something nagged in the back of your mind about that. When you attempted to pull yourself off of him, he held you tighter.

“Topper,” you gasped, a warning in your tone. “Don’t-.”

Your words were abruptly swallowed when he rolled you both, pinning you beneath him and jerking his hips into yours. The rough and fast pace had you momentarily forgetting your train of thought, weakly pushing against his stomach. You both knew why you didn’t want him to finish inside of you, but he didn’t seem to care about Rafe possibly sinking into you in the early hours of the morning with his best friend’s cum dried along your folds.

You yelped when you came, a roaring sound in your ears as you felt him do the same, filling you up with a grunt. His hips didn’t stop snapping against yours the entire time, fucking you through it and fucking his cum into you. He had you completely caged beneath him, and all you could do was quietly milk his cock, toes curling as you scratched at his back.

When clarity finally hit, the fog lifting, you roughly pushed him away. You didn’t miss his quiet chuckle, and you didn’t spare him a glance as you reached for your oversized t-shirt—his t-shirt.

“You’re such an asshole,” you mumbled, pulling it over your head and slapping his hand away when he reached down to slide his fingers between your sticky folds.

You didn’t spare Topper another glance before hurrying out of his room.

You kept your eyes on Rafe as he flew down the road, the loud music making his truck almost vibrate. He was ignoring you, preoccupied with his conversation with Kelce who was in the passenger seat. It was funny because the only one with a right to be mad was you, recalling the fight you’d had on the beach not even an hour ago.

“She was all over you, and you just stood there and let it happen,” you’d yelled at him, feeling humiliated for the umpteenth time.

“I barely remember what that girl even looks like,” was his reply, pupils blown. “It was nothing, baby.”

You had slapped his hand away when he reached for you, unmoved by the way his countenance darkened. The sounds of the party just down the beach only served to remind you how you felt when you walked up on him with his hand on some girl’s waist, her lips trailing kisses along his neck. You could tell she was drunk, and instead of pushing her away, Rafe just entertained it.

Your eyes had only met for half a second before you were turning away.

You didn’t even know why he chased you down the beach, and that was what you’d told him.

“You’re not sorry…you don’t feel bad, and you know what? You’ll probably do worse two weeks from now, so why are you even here?”

You’d shrugged at him, certain your confusion was evident on your face.

“Look, it was nothing,” he’d spat at you. “Once again, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

That had actually made you laugh, tears kissing your eyes.

“If you caught me cozying up to any guy with half the effort that she was with you…you would lose your shit, and you know it,” you’d sneered, watching his jaw tick. “I would love to see the look on your face if I fucked someone else.”

He’d gotten in your face, his finger almost touching your eye.

“I was barely touching her-.”

“That wasn’t the case three months ago,” you threw in his face. “…and I can only imagine what I don’t know about.”

Rafe’s nostrils had flared, and for a split second, you swore you saw some shame pass through his blue gaze. It was gone just as quickly as it came though, anger replacing it instead.

“You wouldn’t dare, you wouldn’t fucking dare,” he bit out, invading your personal space. “I said I was sorry, and you said you forgave me, so don’t think you can use that as an excuse to go fuck some asshole who clearly doesn’t value his life.”

His words had only made you angrier, and you had to bite your tongue to keep your face even, recalling the feel of Topper’s cock inside of you just thirty minutes before Rafe came to pick you both up. You and your boyfriend had stared each other down for a few moments more before he spoke again.

“I’d love to see you do that,” he finally said, shrugging. “I would love to see you try when you can’t even stick to staying broken up with me.”

His words had the desired effect, and you’d felt your face fall.

“Now, you’re trying to convince me you’d ever have the nerve to cheat on me?” he’d wondered, fingers grazing his own chest. “Don’t make me laugh.”

He’d left you with a scoff, and you hadn’t been able to stop your tears from spilling over. All you’d ever tried to do was routinely look for and believe in the best in Rafe, and you couldn’t believe that he threw that in your face like some insult. Maybe it was an insult though…because how many times were you going to let him show you exactly who he was? How many times were you going to let him play in your face?

The day after you’d confronted him about sleeping with some girl—only privy to the information because of none other than Topper—you’d cried yourself to sleep. It was always little things before that, but that incident was what broke you, allowing Topper to slip into your room and wrap his arms around you. It was reminiscent of a time where he used to sneak into your room almost every night, your parents none the wiser to what went on underneath their roof. You’d been eighteen then, Topper twenty, and you both mutually agreed to putting a stop to it.

However, that night, his mind had clearly gone to the same place yours had.

When he kissed you, you’d pulled him closer, and two years after you ended your forbidden dalliance, you resumed it again. For a few hours, you’d forgotten all about Rafe and what he did and just basked in the feel of Topper pushing his cock into you, embarrassingly turned on because of how much you’d missed him. You hadn’t paid any mind to the countless phone calls and texts that were blowing up your phone, no one else but Rafe and his vain attempts to fix what he did.

The day you forgave him, you knew you were making a huge mistake.

Rafe throwing the grace you’d shown him in your face had you stomping to his truck. You’d ignored the feel of eyes on you, knowing it wasn’t Rafe, opting to slide in the backseat without acknowledging him. Kelce—ever the standup guy—just pretended not to notice the tension between you and his friend as he slid into the passenger seat. The moment Rafe’s truck was on the road—music blaring through the vehicle—you’d grabbed Topper’s hand.

He didn’t protest at all when you dragged it across your thigh, pushing his fingers between your legs.

…and that was how you found yourself watching Rafe, keeping your eyes on him not because you actually wanted to, but because you didn’t need him looking over his shoulder. Even if he did, it was dark, but still, you weren’t exactly emotionless as Topper slid his fingers in and out of you. Your lips were parted, and your chest was heaving, and even though all that could really be heard was whatever rap song Rafe put on, you were still pulling your lip between your teeth.

You reached out to grip the door handle when Topper added another finger, his hand soaked in you, and you reached down to place your own hand on top of his. You spread your legs a little more, and you couldn’t stop yourself from lifting your hips a bit. You were thankful for the music, certain that if the truck were quieter, they’d be able to hear the wet sounds of his fingers pushing between your folds.

He pulled them in and out of you for the duration of the ride, just slowly stroking you and teasing you. Every time you started to tighten around his fingers, he’d stop, just letting them sit there long enough for you to come down from a high that quite never happened. Like clockwork, he’d start moving his fingers again, and he only fully pulled them out of you—underwear snapping back into place—when Rafe pulled into his driveway.

He'd sucked them clean by the time Rafe and Kelce opened their doors, and when your boyfriend saw that neither of you were moving, he paused. You crossed your arms over your chest when he glanced at you, throwing him a frown.

“I need to talk to Y/N for a minute,” Topper told him, and Rafe only scoffed.

“Please do,” he mockingly said, tone full of arrogance as he wrongly assumed what the conversation would be about. “…because I didn’t do shit, and I’m tired of your sister blowing things out of proportion.”

That last part was aimed at you, and you only coolly met your boyfriend’s gaze before he slammed the door shut.

“He’s such an asshole,” you mumbled, staring at his back as he walked away. “I’m breaking up with him. For good this time.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Topper’s tone was dripping with sarcasm, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, we both know how much you’ll hate having me all to yourself again.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before you turned towards him, reaching to slip your hand down his pants the moment Rafe was inside of his house. Wrapping your fingers around Topper’s cock, you slowly stroked him, uncaring as to how risky that was. You were just angrier than you ever were at the realization that Rafe didn’t appreciate how gracious you’d been, and how many other girls would’ve dumped him months ago for everything he’d pulled. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if Rafe respected you less for it.

That realization didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would…because you’d long stopped respecting him in return.

You moved to settle in Topper’s lap, facing away from him as he lifted his hips enough to only just pull his pants down. One hand was pulling at your panties, yanking them aside just in time for you to sink down onto his cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he filled you up, throbbing inside of your heat. It was almost too easy, courtesy of his fingers and how wet he’d made you.

You lifted yourself slightly, moving over him and hanging onto the headrest of the driver’s seat while Topper lifted his hips too. His grunts and labored pants were a little loud, but that was only because you were alone. Rafe nor Kelce was going to hear anything from all the way out here in a closed vehicle. You clung to the seat harder as you thought about Rafe’s haughty tone and that challenging look in his blue eyes, so certain that you’d never do to him what he did to you.

So certain that you’d never have the guts.

Speaking of, it felt like you could feel Topper deep in your stomach as you rode him. His hands were tight on your waist as he bounced you on top of him, cheeks grazing his thighs with every movement. One of those hands slid around you, reaching under your dress and resting on you, fingers rubbing over your cunt.

“You’re doing so good, babe,” he whispered in the otherwise quiet truck. “Just like that.”

You knew that this couldn’t take long—and Topper knew it too—and feeling you come around him always sent him over the edge, so your eyes rolled when he started circling and dragging his fingers across your clit. He lightly pinched it, making you jerk, and the fact that you were fucking him in Rafe’s own backseat had you coming hard.

The broken moans that tumbled out of your mouth should have embarrassed you, but you were too concerned with sliding yourself up and down his cock, squeezing him tight and making him come too. Topper wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you back against him as you came together. Knowing that you’d stayed out here long enough, he was gently pushing you off of him the second he started to soften.

You could feel him dripping out of you, and you hurried to put your underwear back in place.

“Did you talk some sense into her?” was the first thing Rafe greeted you with the moment you both made it back inside.

You ignored him, hearing the tone of Topper’s voice as he said Rafe’s name. You knew that it would just be another useless talk of him almost begging Rafe to do better. The older blond never listened to his friend though, and you knew it didn’t twist Topper up too much, always happy to make you feel better when your boyfriend fucked up.

He took advantage of it every time.

Like now, for example.

Your hands clung to the railing of the back porch, head bowed as Topper drove into you from behind. Rafe was asleep in his own room—Kelce asleep in a guest room—and you couldn’t help yourself. You needed him again, sneaking into his designated guest room and begging him to fuck you. He was never one to protest, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you against him while murmuring something along the lines of ‘not in here’.

There were too many people in the Cameron household for him to touch you on the same floor as everyone else.

You kept pushing yourself to your tippy toes, thighs squeezing together with every slow stroke of his cock. Rafe’s t-shirt was pushed up your back, and the light slap of skin against skin reached your ears as well as the wet sound every time he slid between your folds. When he leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, one arm curled around your waist.

“You love this,” he murmured, nipping at your ear. “You love fucking me right under his nose…especially when he really pisses you off.”

If you’d tried to deny it, the way you tightened around him would’ve exposed the truth anyway. You did. Rafe underestimated you, and you loved proving him wrong, especially with his best friend of all people. You moaned, pushing back against him at that. Topper only chuckled, twisting a hand at your roots and pushing you back down over the railing again.

After coming around him twice, the insides of your thighs were embarrassingly sticky, and when Topper eventually stilled against you, pumping you full of his cum, that only made your predicament worse. When he pulled out of you, you reached down to wipe away some of the mess, fighting to catch your breath and reminding yourself that you’d have to make a stop to the bathroom before rejoining Rafe.

Topper was silent the entire ride home, and unlike with Rafe, you had no one but yourself to blame in this situation. Whenever you happened to glance over, you’d catch sight of his clenched jaw, cold blue eyes—so much like Rafe’s—focused on the road. His knuckles were white from the strain of his skin pulled taut over them, a death grip on the wheel of his jeep.

You didn’t speak because there wasn’t much you could say.

So fed up with Rafe’s blatant disrespect—and the pitying looks the odd girl threw you at the party as he danced with some stranger—you hadn’t thought of who else you’d be hurting when you grabbed the nearest guy and pressed your lips to his. You were so far gone with the alcohol, and the satisfaction you’d felt only drove you to close your eyes at the feel of his lips moving against yours.

It had also caused you to momentarily forget about your boyfriend, a misstep that was quickly remedied when you found yourself covered in alcohol.

Several of his friends—Kelce included—had been struggling to hold Rafe back as he tried to make his way to you. His angry shouts could be heard over the music, and you suspected that the bloodthirsty glint in his blue eyes was what drove your poor unsuspecting victim to slip away. Watching him get further out of reach only drove Rafe crazy…until his angry gaze landed on you, as if just remembering your presence.

He was screaming at you, calling you every name in the book, and you’d taken a step back as his friends struggled to keep him from getting to you. Only one stood off to the side, and when you remembered Topper’s presence, you hadn’t been able to keep the sheepish look off of your face. Adopting the older brother role, he’d quickly stomped towards you, yanking your arm as he pulled you along and away from your enraged boyfriend.

“I think its time you call it a night,” he’d evenly said.

That was the last thing he’d said to you, holding you as you stumbled to his car.

When his phone rang again, cutting through the silence in the vehicle, he finally answered it.

“Rafe, she’s drunk,” Topper told him the minute he picked it up. “…and you can’t act like you didn’t have this coming a little.”

You shifted in your seat, thinking to yourself that you’d gotten back at Rafe many times over. You didn’t hear what your boyfriend—possibly ex-boyfriend—said on the other line, but it was loud, and you could pick up on his tone. Topper chuckled to himself, and if you hadn’t been looking at his face, you might’ve thought it was genuine. His frustration with both Rafe and you—mostly you at the moment—was all over his face.

“There’s a whole list of shit you’ve done while drunk or high. You can talk to her tomorrow,” he told his best friend, meeting your gaze. “I’m handling it, so if you come over, I’m telling you now I’m not answering the door.”

You looked out the window at that, swallowing at the venom in both his voice and his gaze.

Your parents weren’t home, out of town for the weekend, and you were never more grateful, certain you’d never been this drunk in your life. Topper was still ignoring you as he helped you inside, and when you stumbled away from him, leaning against the table by the entrance, you gave him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

Before you could do it, he was dropping to his knees, angrily taking off your shoes. You flinched at the way he threw them across the room, slowly rising and staring you down. The house was quiet—too quiet for comfort—and you licked your lips.

“Topper-.”

“It’s already bad enough seeing you kiss him and be with him and fuck him,” he spat at you, pointing outside. “Even worse when he treats you like shit, and you just won’t leave.”

You frowned at him, tears kissing your eyes.

“I’m…sorry for just hoping he’ll do better…”

“He won’t!”

Topper’s voice bounced off of the walls, and you shrunk away from him as he got in your face.

“How many times does he have to show you that? Why do you still expect better from him, so much so to the point where you’re kissing random guys, now?” he wondered, rearing back away from you with a frown. “Yeah, you wanted to make Rafe angry, but we both know the truth.”

You looked away, pressing your lips together when Topper stepped closer. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he exhaled through his nose, the atmosphere tense.

“Rafe’s mad because you dared to play his own game,” he slowly whispered. “I love you, and we both know it’s me you’re really with, not him, and I’m fucking pissed.”

You swallowed with one look into his eyes, finally finding the strength to face him, and your heart skipped a beat at what you saw there.

Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours, fingers digging into your arms. The sequence of events happened too fast for your drunk brain to catch up with, only gasping when he reached down to press his hand into the small of your back, yanking you closer. If it wasn’t for him holding you, you would’ve tripped over your own feet as he forced you into the living room.

Topper’s teeth nipped at your throat while he pulled at your dress, something Rafe had bought.

“I fucking hate this dress,” he quietly confessed as if reading your mind.

The sound of tearing fabric reached your ears as he forced you to bend back, his arm around you keeping you from collapsing. He kept you against him as he laid you down on the floor, in a hurry to get you at least half naked. His other hand reached behind his head to yank off his shirt, and you only had the sense to hold onto his arms while he kissed along your chest. When his pants were pushed down just enough, he pushed into you with a grunt.

You scratched at his skin at the rough entry, but it took no time for each thrust to become as smooth as they always were whenever he got his hands on you. One of your hands clawed at the rug, and you moaned—loud—when he gripped the hair at the nape of your neck. You suspected that Top had done a line or two tonight, gasping at his uncharacteristically tight grip.

He was fucking you so good that you almost missed the sound of a vehicle in the yard. When you did, your eyes flew open, and you attempted to look around towards the window. You guys were too close to the couch to see over it, and when you whined, pushing against him, Topper only grabbed your hands and pinned them down beside your head.

“Topper, I think…”

You couldn’t get it out, groaning as he curved his hips against yours.

“Fuck him,” he breathed, pounding into you.

The harsh knocks on the door didn’t faze him, and Topper only let one of your hands go to reach down and reach under your thigh. He rested that leg over his shoulder, pushing it towards you as his nose brushed yours, lips parted as he thrust into you. You were dripping around him, teeth sinking into your lip as Rafe knocked on the door again, trying the locked handle. Somewhere, you could hear your phone vibrating…and then Topper’s after a while.

The man on top of you didn’t care, stretching you out, pushing his cock into your tight hole.

“Break up with him, or don’t,” he whispered to you, pressing a kiss to your lips and then your nose. “…but what you pulled tonight is not happening again.”

You drunkenly nodded at him, mewling as he slowed down his thrusts, the sucking sound of his cock plunging into you reaching your ears. You heard your phone vibrate again.

“You know where to find me when he pisses you off.”

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[rafesmuse]

i have three holes for a reason

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[rafesgoldrings]

One Hell of a Night

Warnings: smut, oral (m + f receiving), Topper and Kelce jerk each other off, drug usage, two in one hole, language, brief mention of choking and face slapping, teensy bit of degradation, foursome, slight groping from the boys, Rafe does a line off the readers tits because it’s me, this is literally just pure filth

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem Kook!Reader, Kelce x Fem Kook!Reader, slight Kelce x Topper

Summary: It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

If anyone asked you, the friendship between you and the three kook boys that dominated the island was strictly platonic. There was absolutely nothing else there, not when you took turns sucking their cock. Not when they were knuckle deep in your cunt. Not when their cum was coating every inch of you. Just a couple of friends helping friends to relax. But to you four? There was something there, pure animalistic desire to tear each other apart. Each one of you playing a daunting game of cat and mouse.

You’d wear the shortest golf skirt you owned when you went to play with them. They would wear the tightest shirts they owned, flexing their well defined muscles every chance they got. Your freshly painted nails would slowly trail up one of the boy's thighs, dangerously close to his cock, another boy's hand would disappear into your skirt, and the final boy would have his hand ‘innocently’ around your shoulder groping your tits. Each one of you eager to see who broke first, to see who gave into their desire.

It was usually always you. One look at their cocky smirks as their fingers danced a well choreographed dance inside your cunt and you were done for. You’d always ended up pleading for them to just stop the teasing and have their way with you. That exact same scenario is how you ended up in your current situation.

Rafe invited the three of you to his place to hang Friday night. Wheezie was at her friends house for the weekend, Sarah was out with those grimy pogues, Ward and Rose away for some business thing, which left the house all to himself. He’d told you he managed to secure a gram of coke from Barry and some alcohol, all you needed to do was bring your pretty ass over there with Topper and Kelce. Knowing it would just be the four of you, you put on a tiny skirt and crop top that was perfectly cut to show off your tits. The Cartier bracelet Rafe bought you, Chanel necklace Topper bought you, and Hermès ring Kelce bought you proudly on display. You’d put on the perfume you knew drove them crazy, sliding on your sandals and getting in your Jeep to head over to them.

You should have known it was a Trap, as soon as you walked in you should have known. None of the boys had their shirts on, passing around a half smoked joint and legs spread. Their hungry eyes staring you down the second you walked in the door like they were predators and you were the helpless prey. They paid extra close attention to your tits that were practically uncovered by the small piece of fabric you called a shirt, their adam’s apple bobbing as they swallowed harshly.

“Why don’t you come sit princess” it wasn’t a question, Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, discarding the joint and smirking at the squeal you let out from the sudden collision.

He already had lines laid out on the table and passed you a rolled up hundred dollar bill insisting you go first. The small skirt (and no panties) left little to the imagination as you bent down to the table, Rafe jerking his thigh up and hitting your cunt in the perfect way. You swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape your lips, covering one nostril before placing the bill inside the other and snorting a single white line off the table relatively quickly.

“Woah pretty girl, you’re so desperate tonight” Topper cooed, his eyes full of lust and mischief as the other two let out a small laugh.

“Awe come on guys, sweet girl just wants to make sure we don’t take it all before she gets her high. Isn’t that right baby?” Kelces hand rubbing your knee and the small amount of coke in your system made it hard to get out a complete sentence.

“Y-yeah, you guys always take it” you pouted, bending back down and doing two more lines before Rafe plucked the bill from your hands.

“That’s enough now.” he never let you overindulge like they did. He knew exactly what it did to you and while letting you snort any of the blow was bad, he’d rather you do smaller amounts with them.

A small hmph escaped your lips, arms crossed as you leaned back against Rafe’s chest. They could do all the coke in the world but you do three lines and it was the crime of the fucking century. You felt large fingertips grip your jaw firmly and turn your head towards them, Rafe’s blue eyes darkened as he spoke to you.

“Lose the fucking attitude and be grateful I allow you any princess. Don’t make me bend you over the table and slap your ass until it’s black and blue to teach you manners.” you knew he meant it. He’d done it once before when you wouldn’t stop bitching about everything one night, your widened eyes never left his as you nodded.

He whispered ‘good girl’ and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he smirked, glancing at the table and your tits.

“Take your top off” the others quickly joined in agreement.

So, slowly, you began peeling it off. It’s not like they hadn’t seen your tits before, half the time you didn’t bother wearing a bra and changed in front of them because they’d touched and marked them plenty of times in the past. Topper passed the bag to Rafe who then instructed Kelce to push your tits together. You felt him press against your back, arms wrapping around your front and pushing your tits together with his hands, before Rafe poured some of the white powder between them. He covered one nostril and snorted it all away, lightly licking them to ‘get the rest’ off.

By this time, the drugs had kicked in. Your eyes holding a glazed over look, pupils dilated, cunt throbbing as you watched them. You began grinding into the couch, desperate for something, whining loudly and attracting all three boys' attention to you. Each one stared at the wet spot you’d made, eyes matching yours but with a bit more lust swimming around. Giving each other a knowing look, they listened as you begged for them to touch you. To use you as they pleased and make you cum

“Fuck princess, okay”

“That’s our good girl”

“So fucking pretty when you beg baby, we’ll take such good care of you”

Rafe had your legs spread apart, hands grabbing your tits and pulling at your nipples while Topper fucked your face. Kelce had his cock buried inside you, fucking you so hard that you swear your cervix was actually bruised. You couldn’t think clearly, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were currently experiencing from both your high and being used this way, a harsh slap to your inner thigh bringing you back to reality. Your eyes were full of tears from the combination of your favorite boys using you like their personal toy, Topper was all the way in the back of your throat using it like it was nothing but a hole made to take his cock.

You knew they were both close, they went harder, each thrust more sloppy than the previous. Their moans getting louder and more broken until they couldn’t form words, only cries of your name. Their thick seed filled both of your holes at the same time and you swore you died right then and there. You could feel your cunt get stuffed full and loved it more than anything, especially knowing it was from one of your favorite boys. Rafe’s cock was pressed against your back, rock hard, leaking precum, and desperate for the same attention the others just got.

The two of them would pull out, each one with a proud look on their face when you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and swallowed Topper's load, giving Rafe the opportunity to move in front of you. Groaning at the sight of your hole leaking out the mixture of yours and Kelce’s cum, he slowly bent down till he was eye level with your cunt. His lips quickly attached to your clit and then your tight hole. Moaning against you at the taste of his best friend's release with yours mixing together on his tongue. Your hands flew to his hair and held it with a tight grip, legs trembling from the previous orgasm you just had.

“D-don’t stop. P-lease” it came out broken, sounding pathetic enough for the two boys to laugh and mockingly frown at you.

You snapped your head in their direction and rolled your head back, eyes screwed shut and toes curling when you saw them stroking the other's cock. It was all too much for you, Rafe’s tongue working its magic on your abused cunt, the other two pleasuring each other while they watched you fall apart yet again. You swear to god Rafe was tracing his name against your cunt when you finally came. That rubber band in your belly finally snapping as you grinded into Rafe’s face, riding out your orgasm to the best of your ability in your drug altered state.

“Such a goood fucking girl baby. Oh my god” Rafe moaned out when he finally detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips clean and groaning at your taste.

“Taste so fucking good baby” he pulled you into a rough kiss, hand wrapped around your throat, allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue.

Your head moved up when he went to pull away from the kiss, lips still attached to his until he pushed you back against the bed. Topper and Kelce had managed to get each other off at some point during your orgasm and the thick white ropes covered their abs. They’d both walked to join Rafe in front of you before speaking up.

“Since Kelce got to fuck that pretty cunt of yours baby, Rafe and I want to try something while Kelce fucks your mouth”

“Do you trust us baby?” Even while high, they each made sure you were okay with whatever they were doing.

“Of course” your voice came out small, too fucked out, high, and tired to speak much louder.

“Okay baby. You’re going to take Rafe and I inside that tight cunt of yours…at the same time. You think you can handle us both baby?” that certainly woke you up, eyes shooting open as wide as they could go and sitting up on your elbows.

You looked between each boy, trying to see if they were serious. When there was no indication that they weren’t, pure desperation on Rafe and Toppers faces, you nodded your head.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re so perfect.”

“If it’s too much, you tell us okay?” they both spoke at the same time, you again nodded at them.

They flipped you to your stomach before pulling you up, wanting you on all fours. Once you were in position, Kelce walked over and slid his cock in your mouth. Rafe slid his cock inside you, groaning at how tight you were and the way your cunt clenched around him reactively. He thrusted into you a few more times before making sure you were okay with this. Once you gave him a thumbs up, mouth too full of cock to answer verbally, Topper joined him. He slid his cock in, letting out a loud groan at the feeling of your tight hole and his cock rubbing against Rafe’s inside you, slowly until it was all the way in. You were so lost in pleasure, moaning non stop around Kelce's cock, that you forgot to suck him off. He slapped your cheek to bring your attention to him “Just because you’re taking two cocks inside your cunt at once like a little whore doesn’t mean you stop paying attention to me. Now fucking suck princess, make me proud”

You bobbed your head up and down, trying your best to keep your attention on him while Rafe and Topper fucked into you at the same time. The room full of pornographic sounds, just moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls.

“I hope you know baby, we aren’t done with you. We’re going to ruin you to the point you’re just a drooling, babbling, trembling cock hungry whore. This is just the beginning” Rafe moaned into your ear, gripping your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

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[ervotica]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seriously, just let me have her."

"No-"

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

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

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

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

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

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[blueicequeen19]

Movie Night

Warnings: NON-CON, rough outdoor DP with Rafe & Topper, face fucking, blackmail, coercion, choking

You shook your head, trying to drown out the sound of JJ and Pope bickering over the Kooks being here. You weren't afraid of them. Surely they wouldn't do anything with the whole town here for movie night. They weren’t that stupid.

You looked over at JJ, his jaw set in a firm line. He looked guilty. The more uneasy they grew as the night went on, the more you realized that they'd probably done something to earn the Kooks' wrath.

"I'll be right back." You announced, jumping to your feet. Both boys gave you a worried expression but Kie waved you on.

"Hurry back!" Kie called as you maneuvered your way through the crowd. It was too crowded for the Kooks to do anything. JJ and Pope would be fine. They needed to get a grip. It's not until you got to the dark parking lot that you realized the confession stand was closed. You pouted for a second until a humorless chuckle met your ears. You spun around, coming face to face with Rafe and Topper.

"Someone finally got brave enough to leave their little buddies." Topper snides, letting his gaze wander over you. It took you a moment to realize that they were circling you, one behind and one in front. It wasn't Topper you were worried about though. It was Rafe.

"I just wanted something to eat. I'm not looking for trouble." You held up your hands in defence when a large hand suddenly clamped down on the back of your neck.

"I've got something you can eat but you're not going to like it." Rafe Cameron growls in your ear. "Scream and this gets ten times worse." Rafe warned before leading you across the parking lot with Topper on your heels. You kept looking over your shoulder but no one was coming to save you. Rafe pushes you hard in the center of your back and you trip, nearly losing your footing as you duck into the tree line. Your heart was racing. You couldn't catch your breath.

"Where's your other friend?" You ask, remembering that there had been three of them at the start of the movie.

"Keeping an eye on your friends. He's going to let us know if someone starts looking for you." Topper snaps, crossing his arms as the three of you come to a stop. Rafe turns you to face him, his hard gaze roaming down your body in your little sun dress.

"Take your dress off." Rafe growls under his breath, his expression hard.

"No." You bite out, your limbs starting to tremble. Rafe's hand shoots out, wrapping around your throat and yanking you forward. You choke, struggling to catch your breath with his tight grip.

"Take. It. Off." Rafe snarls, giving your throat another squeeze. "Or I'll make sure we pay your boys a visit before we leave. Three on two is not good odds." Rafe shoves you away and you cough violently, trying to catch your breath. With trembling fingers you reach down and fist the hem of your dress.

"Rafe, man, we don't have to do this." You hear Topper say but Rafe waves him off.

"Shut up. She's a Pogue. They have to learn their place. Plus, her little boyfriend had a gun to your head. Remember that?" Rafe throws back at Topper. You suck in a deep breath, pulling the stretchy material over your head and letting it drop to the forest floor. You didn't have a bra on so you were left in tiny cotton panties. Both boys couldn't look away but it was Rafe that looked absolutely feral.

"She's got some nice tits." Topper says, sounding amused.

"On your knees." Rafe snaps, unzipping his shorts and ignoring Topper. You hesitate for a moment but quickly comply. You wanted to cover yourself but the look in Rafe's eye made you think twice. Rafe frees his hard cock from his shorts and moves to stand in front of you.

"Get over here, Top." Rafe says, fisting the top of your hair and making you cry out. You clamp your mouth shut just as he swipes his glistening tip over your lips. You plead with your eyes but Rafe ignores it.

"Rafe--."

"Shut up, Top, and get your dick out. Sarah isn't putting out so might as well get it somewhere." Topper moves to stand shoulder to shoulder with Rafe after a moment, glaring at you like you were the scum of the Earth while he lowered his own zipper.

"Be good and we'll be good." Rafe warns, gripping your jaw painfully until tears fill your eyes. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and Rafe loosens his hold.

"Good girl. Keep them teeth back." Rafe fills your mouth, using his grip in your hair to move you at his own pace. You gag repeatedly, unable to breathe as he fucks your throat hard until he finally pulls you off and lets Topper step up.

Topper is no less gentle as he grabs your hair and forces his cock down your throat also. You gag, trying to keep your teeth back as they take what they want. You're getting dizzy. Droll drips down your chin. At one point they're both stretching out your mouth and Rafe pinches your nose shut. Your thighs tremble and your pussy aches. Why were you enjoying this? You hated Kooks. But you'd always secretly fantasized about being used. You just didn't plan on it being Rafe and Topper.

You try to pull away but they don't let you.

"I wanna fuck her." Topper growls, pulling out so Rafe can slip back in.

"Let's fuck her then." Rafe hits the back of your throat a few times as Topper lays down on the ground beside you, his shorts around his ankles. Rafe pulls away long enough for Topper to force you to straddle his waist, manhandling you like a sex doll after ripping your panties off. Topper lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts inside, stretching you painfully despite how wet you are. You bite back a moan as the firm grip on your hips moves you back and forth.

"Shit. She's fucking soaked." Topper pants, his head falling back onto the ground. Your hands are planted on his chest, trying to keep up with his movements.

"I knew she was a slut. Ride him." Rafe grabs your chin, forcing his cock back into your mouth as you start to move slowly. You moan and whimper around his length, unable to concentrate as Topper fucks up into you. It was too much all at once and your efforts suffered.

"Suck my dick or I'll fill the only hole you have left." Rafe's threat hands in the air and your body tightens, forcing a laugh from Topper.

"Dude, she clenched so fucking hard when you said that. This girl is fucking filthy." Topper yanks you down on his chest, barring his arms across your back to hold you in place. "I think I'll have to visit you more often." Topper whispers in your ear as Rafe kneels between Topper's legs.

"Wait, I've never done this--."

"Fuck two guys at once? I'm sure you haven't," Rafe taunts you, spitting between your cheeks and pressing a finger inside you. You cry out, burying your face in Topper's chest at the sting. It's mild but it's different. If Topper wasn't inside you, bringing you some sort of pleasure you didn't think you'd be able to take it.

“Hang on, Pogue. I’ve got something much bigger for you.” Rafe snarls, gripping the back of your neck as he pushes inside you.

“Rafe, oh, god.” You scream as Rafe penetrates you, stretching you beyond belief. He was tearing you in two. It burned but as he started to move, the pleasure overwhelmed the pain and your body started to move with them.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Topper grunts, his hand firm in your hair as they move in sync. One in and one out, setting a perfect rhythm.

“Guys.” You pant, something building deep inside you that you couldn’t control. You felt like you had to pee. “Guys!” You shout just as Topper throws his head back with a satisfied groan, filling you up with his seed. Your body starts to tremble as Rafe starts to fuck you harder, his hand on the back of your neck as he holds you in place.

“God, your ass is so tight.” Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days. Topper starts to thrust up into you again and it’s your undoing. You cum with a scream, your nails biting into Topper’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 Topper’s chest.

“She fucking squirted all over me.” You barely register Topper’s words as Rafe slams in hard one last time, panting as he releases inside you.

“Let’s do this again sometime.” Rafe murmurs, his lips brushing against your shoulder blades before he pulls away. Topper gently removes himself from you and rolls you onto your back so he can clean himself up also.

You hear Topper murmur curses over his soaked pants but you’re too fucked out to care. All you could focus on with the soreness between your thighs and the warmth that was leaking out as sleep threatened to take you. You hear the click of a camera then Rafe is hovering over you, tapping your cheek.

“Get up. The nights not over, Pogue.”

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[idunnoficsorsumthing]

Lost the bet

Pairings: Topper Thornton x reader; Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe and Topper make a bet.

Warnings: 18+ sex scenes are described so MINORS DO NOT interact. Cheating? unlikeable characters?

The summer had cast a relentless warmth upon the coastal town, and as your boyfriend, Topper, draped his arm casually over your shoulders, the heat seemed even more stifling. Across from you sat Rafe, his gaze a simmering mixture of intensity and tension. The trio was gathered around a weathered wooden table on the terrace, but the atmosphere was far from relaxed.

Topper and Rafe were locked in a heated discussion, a bet that revolved around surfing, and your gut instincts urged you to intervene. "Let's make it five hundred," Topper proposed, the words hanging in the humid air. Rafe's eyes remained fixated on you, a glance that stirred both heat and unease within you. You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of embarrassment as his gaze bore into your very core.

Then, without warning, Rafe's voice cut through the thick air. "Sex," he declared, his tone dripping with confidence. "If you win, you get five hundred, but if I win, I want sex." The unexpected proposition hung in the air, casting a palpable tension over the table. Kelce, a friend who had been listening in, couldn't help but burst into laughter. "A threesome, huh?" Topper quipped, a touch of unwillingness in his voice.

You felt compelled to voice your objections, but before you could interject, Topper and Rafe sealed the deal with a firm handshake. Desperation welled up within you. "Top, can I talk to you?" you implored, prompting a reluctant nod from him. The two of you retreated from the terrace, seeking a quieter corner to hash things out.

"What the hell, Topper?" you exclaimed, your frustration evident as you slapped his arm. "I can't believe you agreed to this."

"I'm not going to lose this," he retorted, an air of unwavering confidence in his tone.

"Calm down," he urged, though it was clear you were far from calm yourself. For the next ten minutes, you engaged in a passionate discussion about the value of women and relationships, your words aimed at conveying the sacredness of intimacy. Despite your heated exchange, you couldn't shake the sense of discomfort that had settled within you.

In the following days, you kept your distance from Topper. You refrained from wishing him good luck and gave him the cold shoulder, struggling to determine your course of action. Should you break up with him, unable to get over his lack of protectiveness of your intimacy with him? Or should you stay and to be alright with the result of the bet as the thought of Rafe's hunger-filled gaze haunting your thoughts?

That day, the inevitable call came. "I'm sorry, babe," Topper's voice was laced with worry, as if bracing for another round of your anger. "I tried to get him to accept money," he added, sounding somewhat defeated. "But he insists on the 'prize.'"

You took a deep breath and finally conceded, "Okay, fine." Silence hung on the line. "But it's all about you, babe," Topper assured, trying to alleviate your dread.

When the day arrived, Topper left the room momentarily, claiming he needed condoms from the bathroom. Left alone with Rafe, his darkened gaze and proximity intensified your unease. You had seen that look before, but this time, it held an entirely new meaning. "Are you okay with this?" he asked, leaning in close on the couch.

"Does it matter?" you responded with a shrug, downing your drink in a single gulp. He didn't back down, holding your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. His words hung heavily in the air, causing your heart to race. "So, Y/n, do you want my cock?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. Your breath hitched as his words stirred a hunger deep within you, an unprecedented longing.

"I need words," Rafe demanded, and you could only nod in response. "Yes, Rafe," you whispered, the tension in the room palpable. As his lips met yours, desire ignited, and you found yourself craving his touch more than ever.

You hadn't even noticed that Topper had returned, though you were too consumed by the escalating intimacy. "You guys started without me?" he remarked casually, reclining on the bed beside you. His hands began to explore beneath your shirt, planting kisses on your exposed skin. You felt a pang of guilt for the conflicting desires coursing through your body.

As the duo helped you undress, Topper's urgency was evident. Rafe, on the other hand, seemed wholly captivated by your naked form, and you couldn't help but feel a heady mixture of exposure and exhilaration. "I want a taste," Rafe declared, his desire evident in his gaze, while Topper sat nearby, his arousal evident, awaiting his own pleasure.

You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of sensations, your lips bitten in a futile attempt to stifle the peak of your pleasure. Rafe's ability to make you feel like you are about to cum so quickly reduced you to whimpers. "Please, Rafe," your voice trembling. But he responds not with words, but with his tongue against you.

"Are you going to cum for Rafe, babe?" Topper asks as he forces your hand which had slowed down as your pleasure increases. "Oh my god, RAFE," you moan as your legs quiver, Rafe persisting in his movements until your release.

Rafe rises from the floor, his imposing presence looming over your exposed form. Your hand instinctively reaches for his belt, a desire to reciprocate the pleasure. Topper's presences fades in your mind as you assist Rafe in removing his clothes. Your gaze fixates on his arousal, your fingers inching towards it with intention to provide satisfaction. However, he stops you. "So eager to please me," he murmurs, glancing towards Topper for the first time that evening. "You see how much she wants my cock, like a whore," he adds, a smile appearing on his face expecting to get his turn soon. Topper stood up from the bed. “So how do you want to do this?” Topper asked. Rafe stopped acknowledging Topper again. Instead he came in for a kiss again, and you felt your own arousal rise up in you again. The thought of him inside you, pleasuring you, fucking hard causing your shut legs to squeeze together. Rafe pushes them open again, allowing him to rub his cock against your wetness sending shivers down your spine as it was still sensitive. "Are you a good girl? Ready for my cock?" he rasps, to which your response is a whimper as he gradually eases into you. Though the initial discomfort sends twinges of pain, the ensuing union soon overtakes you in waves of pleasure.

The symphony of your shared passion inadvertently incites Topper's protest. "Hey man, the deal wasn't for you to have sex with my girlfriend," Topper interjects. Rafe's halt in movement causes a discontented moan from you. "Oh, I didn't realize you were so desperate for me. Would you prefer my dick inside you?" Rafe retorts sharply, the aching need within you causing you to reluctantly concur, "Top, just sit down. You'll get your turn," you sigh. Defeated Topper sat down on the ottoman.

You remain silent towards Rafe after experiencing three climaxes that night, a couple of days ago. It was a contrast from the meager satisfaction Topper typically offers. As you arrive at the country club where Rafe and Topper are enjoying beers on the terrace, you divert from your regular seat beside Topper, opting instead to settle beside Rafe. "Hey, Y/n," Topper greets you, "can you come sit here?" but Rafe's hand claims your thigh, hinting that he wishes you to remain where you are.

As the night progresses and the drinks keep flowing, Rafe's attentiveness towards you becomes increasingly more obvious. He whispers sensually in your ear, provoking Topper's growing discontent.  It was then that Topper couldn’t take it anymore, and asked to speak to you. The two of you retreat to a spot near the exit, reminded of your heated argument about the threesome just a week prior. Though your voices remain hushed, your table's view allows them to witness the exchange.

"You and Rafe look cozy," Topper sneers, to which you merely shrug. Deep down, you've already realized your hesitation to continue with Topper. However, you've postponed a breakup, fearing it may be driven by anger and filled with regret. "I don't get it, Y/n. You were so opposed against the threesome, yet you clearly loved being fucked by Rafe," Topper accuses, his tone filled with frustration. "That's not fair," you protest. "What's not fair is you being fucked by him and not wanting me," he retorts, prompting a scoff from you. "It's not my fault Rafe is some kind of orgasm god, okay?" you argue. His gaze narrows as it shifts between his friend and you. "He couldn't have been that good," he challenges, only to have you look him square in the eyes and declare, "Topper, I think we should break up." The message is clear in your stern gaze. "You're a goddamn whore!" Topper yells, a painful sting accompanying his words, and tears prickling your eyes.

"Do not talk to her like that!" Rafe's unmistakable voice cuts through the tension as he rushes to your defense. Topper warns him to stay out of it, but Rafe, driven by a surge of anger, delivers a punch that sends Topper staggering backward, groaning in pain.

"Jesus, Rafe!" you shrieked, your frustration reaching a boiling point. You couldn't contain your anger any longer, and it was directed at both of them. With a huff of exasperation, you turned your back on the two men and stormed off, your footsteps echoing your fury.

Let me know if anyone wants a part 2 or if it is better just like this.

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[fiction-is-life]

A Dish Best Served Hot

Summary: You get exactly what you want all in one eventful outdoor movie night.  Set during season one.

Warnings: Plotless smut, kinda bitchy reader, language, mention of guns/weapons, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, clit slapping, mention of oral (fem receiving)/face riding

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“Baby, please,” Topper whined in your ear.  It was surprising he was being as quiet as he was.  

“Someone will notice, Top,” you whispered back.  

He groaned into your neck and dug his fingers into your waist where they rested.  “Everyone is focused on the movie.  Nobody is even looking at us,” he reasoned.  

“Topper…”

He kissed your neck, his soft lips making you shiver.  “You’re just so beautiful, baby, I can’t help it.  Just let me slip it in under the blanket; nobody will notice,” he spoke as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.  

You bent your neck to give him more access, and he took the opportunity to bite your neck lightly, immediately soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.  

You reached back to palm his crotch with one hand, finding a small wet spot where his precum had been leaking onto his shorts.  You licked your lips as a smirk grew on them.  “Hmm, you really do need this, pretty boy.  Leaking onto your shorts and making a mess,” you hummed, teasing him.

His grip tightened on your waist, and he moaned into your neck.  You took your hand away at that, denying him any pleasure.  “It’s a pretty big risk, Top; I don’t know if I want to take it,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up and driving your boyfriend even wilder.

His nose nuzzled your ear as he pulled you in closer, playing the doting, cuddling boyfriend for anybody who happened to be looking.  “If you let me do this now, I’ll sit you down on my face until you are crying for me to stop later,” he practically growled.

A flood of honey-wetness soaked your panties at this.  You nodded your head, not trusting your voice.  You felt Topper’s lips curl into a smile.  “Good girl.”

Very carefully, Topper lifted you onto his lap, having already freed his cock from his shorts.  He arranged the blanket on top of you securely before lifting your sundress up enough to shimmy your panties down your thighs.

While everyone was focused on the most dramatic part of the movie, Topper managed to slip his cock into your dripping pussy.  It took a few thrusts, but he finally bottomed out.  You took deep breaths, trying not to cry out at how well he filled you.  “You feel even bigger from this angle, Topper.  I can feel you in my fucking stomach,” you whimpered.  

You almost blew your cover when you felt a large, warm hand press down on your belly, making you feel the bulge there even more prominently.  “You ready for me to move, baby girl?  Think you can handle it?”

You clenched around him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he groaned.  

Topper started to thrust quickly yet shallowly, trying to minimize the chance of anyone noticing.  You let out a cry when he hit your g-spot.  You were lucky that a jump scare had happened at the same time, but you still looked around you to make sure nobody had noticed.  

Your eyes locked on a pair of blue ones a few rows in front of you.  You smirked, leaning your head back onto Topper’s shoulder casually.  “Maybank noticed us, baby.  He’s looking right at me,” you whispered.  

Topper’s thrusts became harder at this, making you bite your lip.  “Let him look.  He just knows he’ll never have the hottest girl on the island.  Serves him right for putting a gun to my head,” he huffed.  

You could see the tent growing in Maybank’s cargo shorts, and your face lit with an idea.  “Touch my clit, Top,” you demanded.  

Your face twisted in a silent moan when Topper’s fingers ran through your slick, gathering it up before slapping your clit.  He rubbed your clit in tight circles, making the growing knot in your stomach intensify.  His thrusts quickened, and you could feel him twitch inside of you, just as close as you were already. 

“Cum inside me, Topper, please,” you whimpered, making sure JJ could read your lips.  

“Oh, fuck, baby, your killing me,” were the last words you heard before you were being stuffed full with hot spurts of your boyfriend’s cum.  The feeling alone was enough to make you cum hard, but the rough pad of Topper’s finger on your clit and the fact you were being watched had you coming completely undone.  Your vision blacked out and you were loud enough to draw a few concerned looks your way.

When you caught your breath, you opened your eyes to see Maybank’s still on you.  Not breaking eye contact, you brought Topper’s hand to your lips, sucking his cum soaked fingers in your mouth.  You cleaned them off, letting them slip out of your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’.

You reached up and tilted Topper’s head down to give him a lingering kiss.  You settled back into his arms, electrified yet sated.  The last thing you saw before closing your eyes was JJ Maybank storming off, his dick looking painfully hard, and you smirked, getting exactly what you wanted out of the night - and you couldn’t wait for Topper’s skilled tongue to clean your pussy of his cum later.

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[maybanksbabe]

𝐢𝐢: 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐑.𝐂 + 𝐓.𝐓

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Topper only wants to please you both. and when the perfect opportunity arises, who are you and Rafe to deny him? Though it isn't long before Topper realises he may have bitten off more than he can chew...

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Bondage (duh it's in the title), language, use of a strap-on, oral (m), overstimulation, use of toys, degradation, sub!Topper, spitting, marking, nicknames, no use of Y/N (if I slipped lmk!)

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"You remember your safe word, right baby?" you cooed as you finished securing the padded cuffs around Topper's wrists, so his hands were above his head.

"Yes..." A swift tap to his bare inner thigh made him jolt slightly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he repeated, cheeks already burnished pink. You shuffled down, dragging your nails along his exposed skin. Topper was already naked, per your and Rafe's request, so you moved down to his legs and reached for the soft pinkish-red rope you'd bought specifically for a moment like this.

You brought his heels up to his thighs and began securing them with the silky rope, keeping him perfectly pinned open. The teasing grazes around his inner thighs, close to his aching, leaking cock, had him stifling whimpers and breathy moans.

"So pretty," you praised as you sat back and admired your work.

"Is he ready?" Rafe asked from the doorway, donning low-slung sweatpants and no shirt. There was a delicate gold chain around his neck, resting against his collarbones and glowing nicely in the warm lighting of the bedroom.

"Almost." You stepped off the bed to gather what you needed; your strap-on and a few accessories. The strap was one that Topper was particularly fond of; pink, thick and long enough to compete with Rafe. A liberal amount of lube was squeezed into your hand and then applied to Topper's exposed, waiting hole. The throaty gasp-turned-moan that escaped Topper made both you and Rafe smile.

Rafe moved over to the bed and shed his sweatpants as he went. The sight of his pert, round ass made you drool just a little as he knelt on the mattress, straddling Topper's chest and leaning in. Whilst Rafe used Topper's mouth, you began prepping him for your own entertainment. You pressed a sizeable vibrating plug to his puckered opening and listened to the way he gasped and gagged on Rafe's dick.

"Such a good boy..." you cooed and skimmed your nails across his inner thighs, following the curves and contours of the muscles, making his cock twitch in anticipation of what you had planned for him whilst Rafe continued to use his mouth.

Rafe threaded his fingers into Topper's hair and held him still, nose pressed flush to his navel. You leaned forward and squeezed gently at the bulge in his throat, adoring the way he gagged and moaned around Rafe's cock.

"Be nice," you reminded Rafe as he pulled back and let Topper catch his breath, drool on his lips and at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were hazy and lust-blown as he looked up at the two of you.

"Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, hm?" Rafe asked, half-rhetorically as he tugged a little harder on Topper's hair, eliciting a limp-kitten-type response.

"Please," he panted, "- wanna be a good boy..." Rafe, unable to deny him the need to please, tapped the tip of his cock on Topper's exposed tongue before getting lost in the sensations of his mouth and throat. You sat back and started slowly jerking Topper off, adoring the muffled whimpers and moans you pulled from him.

Your free hand moved to press against the plug that was humming away, settled deep in his ass and the way his body convulsed and twitched nearly threw Rafe off, clearly feeling better with the added pressure.

"Think you're ready for my strap, baby?" you asked and Rafe pulled away briefly, allowing him to answer.

"Yes! Please, ma'am," he gasped, straining against the ropes around his wrists. You pressed experimentally against the plug again as Rafe pushed back into his mouth, leaving him completely at your mercy. Carefully, you removed the vibrating plug and turned it off, setting it aside and reaching for the bottle of lube again. This time coating the thick, pink silicone toy in a generous amount.

"Stretch him out for me," Rafe encouraged over his shoulder as you took the tip of the toy and pressed it against Topper's ass, savouring the way he squirmed and whimpered for more.

Stuffed full, all the way until your hips were flush to the backs of his thighs, you stayed still for a moment. Topper tried desperately to move, to beg for more and bring you closer, but Rafe pinning him down to use his mouth had left him occupied whilst his restraints were still on.

You set a steady, firm rhythm, gripping Topper's hips tightly to help draw him onto your strap. The noises he made for you both were heavenly and you wished you'd had the foresight to ask if you could set up a camera to watch it back later. That would have to be for another time.

Whilst you alternated between holding his hips to pin him down further and jerking him off in time with your thrusts, you could tell he didn't have much left in him. It wouldn't be long before he was spent and tapping out. Until then, however, you kept on, watching as Rafe finished in Topper's mouth and held his mouth open to spit a parting gift on top. Of course, he swallowed it all eagerly and when Rafe climbed off of him for a moment, you could see the flush in his cheeks, tears in his eyes and drool on his chin from Rafe's exploits.

"So pretty," you hummed, spurred on by his pathetic, hoarse whimpering and begging for more. Rafe leaned over with his phone and took a picture or two. Or ten, of Topper's fucked-out face and a few live ones to capture the sounds he let out too.

"Please - Please, m' gonna -"

"You better ask nicely," you warned, knowing he was on the precipice of blowing his load across his stomach.

"Can I cum, please, ma'am? Please?" You pretended to think about it, looking at Rafe with a wicked grin, who was already half-hard again.

"What do you think, Rafe?" Topper sobbed as you stroked him with a firmer grip and rocked into him that little bit harder. It was cruel, really, but if he didn't love it, he'd let you know soon enough.

"Wanna see him blow his fuckin' load and make a mess," Rafe stated bluntly, leaning in to nip at his ear and catch his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Okay. Since you've been such a good boy, you can cum." With something crossed between a desperate sob of relief and a pathetic, mewling whine, Topper came loud and hard, muscles twitching and spasming with the continued overstimulation.

"- Can't! 'lease - can't take anymore!" he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the pillows. You slowed to a stop and removed your hand. You knew that he'd be a touch too sensitive to tease anymore, so you slowly, gently, pulled out. Topper let out a shuddering gasp at the loss of contact and whilst Rafe disappeared to grab a bottle of water and a warm cloth to clean him up with, you went about untying him and removed the padded cuffs from the headboard.

"You were so good, Top. How do you feel?" He nodded with a slight hiccup.

"Great. Thank you..."

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[thecameronchronicles]

Nothing But Trouble

TW: Threesome. Smut. Language. Degrading language. Praise kink. Dom!Rafe. Dom!Topper. Cheating. Slight dubcon.

*SERIOUSLY A FILTHY LITTLE SMUT

SUMMARY: Topper and Rafe make you theirs after being unable to fight it for another minute. 

WORD COUNT: 2800

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🤍Dark!Topper and Dark!Rafe blackmailing JJ’s kook!reader girlfriend???

Nothing But Trouble

As easy going as your boyfriend JJ could be, he had one simple rule. 

Stay away from all Kooks.

His reasons ranged from the clear envy his birthright deprived into the worry he had for any of your remaining innocence to be tainted. And yet, all you ever saw were the smiles from those harboring trust funds behind those grimaces. Parties and events you were excluded from as you were not full Kook or full Pogue. Stories you'd hear from Sarah and Kiara about those infamous parties had piqued your curiosity more than reminded you of your boyfriend's warning. 

And you should have listened…

"Not sure you can handle this stuff…" Topper teased as he stole the hard liquor you'd set at the bottom of your cup. But in truth, you wanted to find the quickest way to forget about JJ's cruel words. Usual kindness and protection had been altered into insecure and cruel words of how you were practically broadcasting yourself. Even as Kiara and Pope tried to remind him of how his job was to remind you of his compassion, he ended up storming off and leaving you the talk of the party. Which was why you'd crafted this makeshift cocktail in hopes of salvaging the night. Ignorant to the plans they had for you. 

"Must have quite a tolerance to put up with those pogues all the time…" Rafe explained at your back, your body in tremors at the idea of his close proximity as his reputation set you to chill. Where Topper was known as possessive and even articulate, he was reserved enough to be contained. But Rafe was unhinged. In every way you heard about JJ. And yet, JJ was hurtful. He was selfish. At least he had been tonight. And since he left you behind, even after promising never to do so, you entertained the conversation with the two boys with such dangerous reputations. After all, what harm could a conversation do?

Somehow beyond your emotions and the need for a distraction, they convinced you to play Beer pong. An innocent enough game that acted as a test to your allowance. It began with Topper leaning over you and whispering jokes about your opponents. But ended with Rafe's hand draped over you as you were led to the pool house, having pulled you here under the guise of needing further libations. 

"I don't get it…" He explained while leaning over the mini fridge and removing the small liquor bottles that would be found at any chosen mini bar. 

"You're one of us…and yet you're…wasting your time with a pogue?" Your attention came to the locking mechanism sounding out behind your back. You realized quite quickly of your predicament. With only a light buzz, you were well beyond coherent enough to understand. With a raging pulse against your chest, palms wet with perspiration, and eyes shifting for a secondary exit, you were at their mercy. 

"I-I want to g-go back…" But as you attempted, the hope of using a sugared cadence to remind them of this being a mistake, you found Topper to lead you to the couch. 

"We just want to talk…Make sure they're treating you right…" Although his words and tone seemed genuine enough, there was something dark in his eyes. The same in Rafe's as he handed his friend a drink before taking down his own. 

"Because after tonight, we saw how he doesn't deserve you…" Topper's hand came to your knee. A few instances throughout the game of Beer Pong had made this almost normal, almost caring.

 Almost. 

But as your stomach twisted to know this was anything but pure and sweet, you shifted away. 

"Couples fight…." You validated, shrugging even if the pain remained. 

"But you deserve to be cared for." Rafe took the space on the couch beside you, his hand higher on your thigh as his lips at your neck. Your body electrified by the taboo presence that you could only give in to it. If you attempted to fight, Topper had worked your focus to him. His fingers pulling your jaw to face him. 

"Let us take care of you…Remind you that you're a Kook. You deserve to be fucked like one…" To this, Rafe's fingers were already beneath your skirt. 

"She's too tense…" Rafe groaned, his second hand brushing your breast. Your nipple hardening enough to pebble beneath your suit. 

"Let us make you feel good, baby…like you deserve…" But as you allowed it for a moment, Topper's hands gluttonous at your hips and rival breast that Rafe had taken interest in, you recalled how this was wrong. It was bad. It was-

"Oh!" You gasped, Rafe's finger at your clothed clit. 

"Bet he takes advantage of you, doesn't he?" Rafe almost seemed to growl into your neck. Half lustful and half annoyed at the sole thought of JJ. 

"No, he…he's good to me-"

"If he was good to you, he never would have left you alone…" Topper reminded. 

"Never know someone's intentions…" He smirked, your skin slight by feeling it form closer to your ear. 

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of you…" Rafe grained, pulling you over his lap in a straddle as Topper was behind you. As you attempted to fight them, their hands convinced your worry away. 

"Please…"

"This isn't the part where you beg…not yet." Rafe explained as Topper pulled the cover of your suit loose until only the fabric of your bikini remained. He teased the straps and clasp at your back that Sarah helped close earlier that night when you left The Chateau as the thought returned you to your convictions. 

"Stop worrying about those pogues. They don't deserve you…If you're too tense, you won't be able to enjoy this…and we want you to…" Topper reminded, leading two careful fingers to your chin to pull you back to look at him. One of those miniature bottles set at your lips. 

"Swallow…" He asked sweetly, a grin breaking his content expression.

 "Practice for later…" Your mouth dried as you choked on the whiskey, the burn making you breathless along with those words. Anything you'd ever known about sex had come from JJ. The thrill of your relationship with him having been enough to grant him the privilege of all of your firsts. And yet, this paled in contrast to his touch. All because it was two of the most prohibited of men to show such interest in you.

 Interest they'd never shown until tonight. 

"I can't…" You choked out as Topper and Rafe paused to look at each other. 

"Stand up then…" Rafe explained, standing up and forcing you more than allowing you to take the stance on your own. Once pulling away, you were suddenly left more vulnerable. Your hands moved quickly over your torso to cover what you were certain should have been left for JJ. 

"Use the shower in the back…then we'll take you home. He probably doesn't want you coming back smelling like us…" Whether it was the care he seemed to offer or the chance to be away from them to clear your mind from the mess their joint presence and focus made of you, you agreed. 

"I'll run it…" Rafe disappeared for a moment as you were left with Topper. It was only a moment, but it was all it took to notice the way he'd looked at you. 

"The pogues hate us because we can afford all of those little things they can't…" He explained, finishing the contents of his drink and leaving the drink on a table's edge before moving to a picture on the wall. 

"Cameras are among them." You narrowed your eyes, completely confused to what he meant. It was only once he'd revealed the portrait of a rather beautiful landscape was a ruse to divert attention from the surveillance system beneath. 

"Wonder what JJ would think of you doing this…" He rewound the tape for you to witness how you had allowed yourself to be touched. 

"Of course, we can't have JJ seeing you this way now can we? You don't deserve that…" Rafe now returned, the sound of the shower echoing from his back. The door left ajar with the breath of steam following behind him. 

"You're such a good girlfriend to him. I bet you even get him off before he takes care of you, yeah?" You blushed, details of such things meant for only your boyfriend. And yet spoken by them, sounded decadently sinister. Like chocolate you knew would make you sick. 

And yet you wanted a taste. 

Just one…

"Bet he doesn't know what he has…" Rafe began as you looked to the monitor, both boys watching just how you watched yourself. The way you observed yourself had them looking to each other with wide grins of approval. 

"We could always show him…what he's missing…" Your eyes shot to Topper. 

"Let him see how he should be touching you…How he should make you feel…" 

"Please…it was a kiss…I didn't even…no…" You took a step back, feeling Rafe's hard chest stopping you. His fingers wrapped around your upper arms keeping you in place effortlessly. The lift of a scoff felt at your back made you shudder. He found humor in you discomfort. And it was only the start…

"Or…we could make you feel good…Give you something to consider…" 

"She's already shaking…" Rafe explained to Topper as he observed you, taking in every detail of hoe your body was affected. Even more so as he moved closer. 

"You're gonna be ruined, I'd save your energy…We have a long night planned for you-" Rafe's hand rode to your neck, keeping you in place. 

"But you're already making a mess for us, aren't you? The kind of mess it takes more than one person to clean up…To appreciate…"

"Maybe she isn't that wet…" Rafe shrugged, his second hand testing your lips, down to your nipples, before motioning to the shower. 

"Easy fix…" Before you could object, you were pulled over Rafe's shoulder and taken into the bathroom. The cold counter beneath your knees did nothing to Topper's touch as Rafe stood at the edge of the shower. 

"It's hot enough…".

"Not yet…" Topper teased. 

"Come on…" Rafe held his hand out, the signet ring catching your eye as you recalled the chill it left on your torso through the drawing made since you were alone. 

"I want to uh…" 

"You wouldn't want JJ to see that…say such mean little things you don't deserve, right? You deserve to be taken care of…to feel good…and the best part is…" Topper moved closer, tracing your lips with his own. 

"He doesn't even have to know."

"Unless you leave…Then we'd have to tell him…" Rafe was now shirtless, trunks remaining on a the water trailed down his back and gathered at his feet. 

"To defend you…tell them all those little noises you made-" Topper began. 

"How your neck tastes…how it feels in my hand…and that's before I'm even inside of you-'

"Just let us…Nobody has to know…" Topper spoke again as he pulled your hand between your legs. 

"Man, if she starts, I'm gonna have to go first…" Rafe warned, nursing the bulge forming beneath his seam. 

"You have any idea how you torture us? Just give us a little…for not showing your boyfriend…" 

"Slowly-" Rafe interjected. 

"She's probably used to coming quickly with him…that won't be the case tonight…" He smiled through his words as your fingers moved into the bottom half of your suit. As he made this direction, your eyes shot to Rafe. His body already heaving, only pulling away when noticing the tie of your suit made loose. 

"Fuck…she's so wet…Making more of a mess than I thought…let me help." Topper was on his knees, your legs pulled over his shoulders as he was savoring you before you could object. 

"Look at me." Rafe ordered. 

"You must be sweet…I can't wait to have a taste…" He licked between his lips. 

"You better not come though, sweetheart…This was MY idea…I get to feel you come first…" But the way he spoke contradicted Topper's motions. Although slow, thorough enough to feel that familiar pull of your lower stomach. 

"Ah…" You winced to the sudden suction made between his teeth. This sound motivated him to accelerate. 

"Slow down, she's gonna come-" Rafe spat. 

"She's so fucking sweet." Topper groaned between his motions as your tension directed to your thighs as you rode in to him. A palm flat to the counter and the other running through his hair. 

"Jesus, you look even better like this…" Rafe explained as you rested into the mirror behind you. 

"Get in here. Let's clean you off…" Rafe groaned as Topper pulled back, hesitant, but dripping down his smirk. 

"My turn." Rafe spoke over your shoulder as you were guided into the shower. 

"No touching. That's my job now…" His foot kicked your ankles apart. One hand through your hair and the other moving from your hip and to your core. 

"I don't want you holding back. Let Top know what he's looking forward to." He pulled your hair tighter until the back of your head rested on his shoulder. 

"Don't insult me." You groaned to the swipe made between your lower lips. The instant his ringed finger brushed your clit, you shivered. 

"You're already so sensitive…Won't take too long now will it?"

"Next time, I get to start-AND finish…" 

"Next time?" You gasped as he sunk a finger into you. Teasing and experimenting to your response to him. Every raised breath acting as the plea to continue. 

"Turn around." But with trembling thighs and guilt, you hesitated. This hesitation making him more aggressive. Your body forced against the wall formerly before you. 

"But you need to relax. Otherwise you're only gonna be in pain…" He pushed his body completely against you. Enough to feel his breath as it raised his chest and the erection hard against your stomach as he towered over you. 

"And I don't mind…" He directed you towards Topper, his cock now in his hand as he was in the midst of a half stroke before smirking at you. 

"But he likes them to scream in pleasure…" You were forced to your knees. 

"But I want you to cry for me first. Need to earn it a bit. Then we'll take care of you…But he got to have a taste…now it's your turn." His eyes blew wide with lust. 

"Please me, sweetheart. Just a bit…" His cock was exposed to you, trunks forgotten at his ankles. 

"Don't look at him!" Rafe charged as you looked to Topper in hope. Of more. Of less. For freedom. For release. For salvation you thrived being so close to, not truly wanting it.

"This is my turn! Make it worth my while and I might let you come…" He taunted, his thumb teasing your bottom lip. 

"I'm sorry…" His tone seemed sympathetic. For a moment, he seemed empathetic. 

"You're gonna be in a lot of pain after you take me. A shame you won't be able to scream for me…but you'll make it up to me next time…" He thrust himself into your throat. 

"Breathe through your nose." He instructed. 

"Open your throat." Topper grunted, his strained tone explaining his close release. 

"Yeah…yeah, just like that baby ..shit…" Rafe's palms hit hard to the shower wall, "More-"

"Easy, man-" Topper warned. 

"Touch her-" Rafe growled. "I wanna hear her." Topper lowered to you, fingers at your sex. 

The abundance of his fingers contrasting JJ's usual kindness forgotten to his cruelty. Two fingers at once, pumping quickly as you clenched around him. 

"More!" He belted, your body used as a midpoint between pleasure and pain. The stretch Rafe made of your throat and that of Topper's fingers pulled you to an edge. An edge never ventured to prior to now. One deep enough to set your guilt but frightening enough to pull something else. A fear. A fear of their reluctance. Of them denying you. 

"There we go!" Topper smiled. 

"Shit!" Rafe pulled you off of him. 

"She's gonna come. She's fucking coming-" Rafe explained, scoffing in that patronizing tone you now knew well. Your body arched as he watched you, Topper groaning and smiling as he favored you coming undone because of him. But it was short lived as you came quickly. And hard. 

"Good. Now we can really have fun…"

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[sageworld]

Asleep • Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS • NON-CON, Drugged!Reader, Smut (p in v), rafe being gross

rose ran down the staircase as she heard rafe yelling at an unknown person, trapped in the wine cellar.

“you need to calm down.” Rafe screamed and the sounds from the other side making it clear to rose it was sarah on the other side of the locked door.

“rafe, shh.” rose silently attempts to hush him as he pounds his fist on the door. “rafe, rafe look at me.” she pleads, trying to get the tall man away from the door but to no avail, until.

“rafe, y/n is upstairs.” is said, making the blonde whip his head around and turn to his step mom. “no, no she isn’t don’t lie to me.” rafe quickly steps to rose, making her step backwards hitting the wall.

“she is, rafe. she’s asleep right now, i had to give her something to calm her down. she’s leaving with us rafe i promise. go check on her, she’s asleep in the second guest room, she won’t wake up right away but go check on her.” the older woman babbles in a desperate attempt.

“what’d you give her? is she okay?” rafe’s interest completely abandoning his sister. “rafe, she’s fine. go make sure she has something warm to wear on the boat.”

without another word rafe makes his way up the staircase, nerves eating him alive.

rafe hadn’t seen you in about a month. you were there on the tarmac when rafe shot peterkin. the short time you were with rafe after was messy.

you knew rafe wasn’t the best guy, his one grace being his family name & reputation. after he shot peterkin you knew it wasn’t to be long before that was tarnished but yet you stayed by his side, in full support that john b did it until rafe hit you.

it was the first time he’d ever hit you, he was a coked out monster fueled by jealousy and anger. rafe was convinced you had a thing for kelce, that night ending in you getting a busted lip and being called a whore.

as rafe opened the bedroom door he saw you, laying peacefully. you wore your usual night attire which was normal considering the hour rose must’ve gotten you.

“gotta get her ready.” rafe mumbled, the coke and bourbon in affect. he stumbled towards the bed, a pair of his boxers, sweat pants, t-shirt, hoodie & socks in hand. he had stopped by his room on the way to where you slept, making sure to pick out all your favorites.

rafe sat on the bed, back facing your unconscious body as he turned to look at you. “i love you, pretty girl. i know you might not think that all the time but, i promise i love you all the time. it’s just that sometimes you get me so worked up over things and it makes things hard for me. i wish you understood but, let’s not focus on that right now, pretty.” he talks as if you’re listening.

rafe smiled at you before leaning down to kiss you and even though you weren’t kissing back, he was enjoying it. it was you so, it’ll work, rafe thought.

as rafe’s kisses got more intimate the more his hands explored, one pulling down your spaghetti strap to expose a boob, the other going down into your nike techs.

rafes kisses trailed from yours lips, to your neck, and down to your nipple where he stopped to suckle on the tender flesh. meanwhile his other hand massaged your clit in a desperate attempt to get a reaction from your sleeping body.

rafe feels himself hardening in his jeans, he knows he has things to do and he knows he needs to be quick.

detaching from your nipple, shifts on the bed sitting on his knees as he begins taking off your shorts and panties. he groans at the sight of your pussy. the small hairs growing. well at least i know she hasn’t been with anyone else.

rafe knew you’d been extremely insecure about your hair down there so seeing hair had grown prove to him that you hadn’t seen anyone else in the last month.

after shimmying his own pants down, rafe spits in his hand, stroking his hard cock. he positions you how he wants you, legs wide open.

he groans at how you squeeze him as he pushes in, eyes rolling back. “i fucking love you.” rafe lays his weight on you, a steady pace forming. “i feel this pussy getting wetter, you like that pretty girl?” rafe moans, pulling the rest of your spaghetti strap down, bunching it at your waist.

rafe never had looked at you like a girlfriend more than he did as a possession with no say in anything. this being a new line he crossed but he didn’t care, you wouldn’t remember anyways.

“you like the way i fuck you, huh slut?” rafes words get more aggressive with his thrusts as he uses you like some glorified sex doll. he squeezes your cheeks, forcing your mouth open as he licks inside.

“could be in this pretty pussy. all. day.” rafe pounds with his words.

“rafey…” let out, while it’s barley audible and slurred rafe hears it.

“that’s right baby, it’s me, your rafey.”. he coos but just as fast as you said it is as fast as you fell back into your sleepy state.

“mm almost done baby, promise.” his thrust begin to turn to slop.

soon enough rafe finds his high, fucking it all into you. moaning about how pretty you are as he cums in you.

another line rafe had crossed, while you weren’t on birth control you and rafe always used condoms or pulled out.

you couldn’t defend yourself, and while you couldn’t tell rafe yes you also couldn’t say no. but since you physically couldn’t rafe decided he could do what he wanted.

his clean up is quick, soon enough he dressing you, leaving the hoodie off for until you’re on the boat.

he slides he north face jacket back on before applying a soft kiss to your lips. “i love you pretty girl.” he smiles before exiting the room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

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[maybankprincess]

ೃ⁀➷ flowers - topper thornton ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairings: topper thornton x fem!reader

warnings: highschool!au

a/n: have fun reading <3

you had the biggest crush on topper since the start of high school. you would always swoon over him when your father would bring you to the golf course, and the topper was there too, along with rafe and kelce.

valentine's day was approaching and all the taken boys at school were asking their partners to be their valentine and you couldn't help but feel sad that you, once again, didn't have a valentine to celebrate with.

you were heading to your locker to grab the books you needed for your next class.

once at your locker, you put in your combination and opened the locker door. as you did so, a small pink paper fell out of it and onto the floor.

you crouched down to grab it while looking around to see if anyone was trying to see your reaction to whatever the paper said.

you opened the paper and you were able to see the words "will you be my valentine? - t.t"

no- it couldn't be... surely there must be someone else with the same initials as your best friend.

and on cue, the guy himself appeared next to you with the biggest grim on his face.

"so? what do you say?" he asks

you were still in shock and could only nod in response.

you guys made dinner plans for 7PM that same night where he would pick you up from your parent's house at 6:15 since the restaurant wasn't far away.

you made sure to wear your cutest dress and applied some light makeup for the occasion.

your mother was quicker than you at the door when it rang. topper stood at the doorway with a bouquet in hand. he handed her a rose before being invited in by your mother.

"y/n should come down soon" she says as you make your way out of your room and start walking down the stairs.

topper catches your eye as you make your way down and you watch as he looks back at you in adoration.

"wow" is the only thing that topper is able to let out as you walk up to him with a smile.

you blush as you hear his words before letting out a small laugh.

"well these are for you" he says and presents the bouquet of flowers to you

"aw they're beautiful, top!" you say and reach out to them before taking a wiff of the flowers.

a few moments later, topper speaks up.

"well shall we get going?" he asks you with a small smile

you nod back and hand the bouquet to your mother to place in a vase.

you headed to the restaurant with your date but you couldn't help the small voice in the back of your head think that this was still a platonic date.

however, that night your friendship blossomed into something more as you both confessed your feelings towards one another.

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[cherienymphe]

all of my writing explores dark themes such as non-consent, dubious-consent, and a/b/o subjects. if any of this offends you, this has been your warning!

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Escapism

Your brother always stayed up with you whenever you couldn't sleep and nothing has changed now that his best friend is the reason for your late nights. {stepbrother!Topper}

➥ House of Balloons

It was storming the night he told you that no man in Outer Banks will ever love you like he does. {stepbrother!Topper}

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[usetheeauthor]

Everything Has Changed

Pairings: Christian!Switch!Topper Thornton x Switch!Pook!Reader, Hinted!JJ Mayback x Reader

ANGST/SMUT (18+ MDNI)

Summary: It’s been 2 years since you and Topper broke up. Coming from a strict religious household, Topper was convinced that you weren’t right for him. Fate brings you two together once again when a storm causes you to be locked in together.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Warnings: angst, arguing, blasphemy, using rosary as a bondage device, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, nipple licking, scratching, spit kink, dom/sub, daddy kink, ‘babygirl’ pet name, cheating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, breath play, corruption kink, creampie, sharing a bed trope, exes to lovers, hinted!jj x reader

During childhood, you and Topper were close friends. You grew up together despite the differences in personality. He was the reserved type. You were the wild child. Somehow this dynamic worked between you enough that you would officially become a couple at the age of 16.

By that period in life, you began to discover yourself. You couldn’t care for material things. Coming from a affluent family, your parents raised you to be humble and to always help others anyway you could. Your family hadn’t started off wealthy so they understood the importance of helping the community. These humbled ideals allowed you to freely become the person you are now. You were what they call a ‘hippie’. You didn’t care for societal standards, monetary things, or practicing any kind of religion. You were just unapologetically you.

Your free-spirited nature didn’t go over well with the Thornton family. Topper’s parents were always critical of your. Maybe not directly but the signs were there. They’d shoot dirty looks and backhanded compliments at you constantly. You knew they’d always seen your family as less than and you’d bring it up with Topper but he’d simply shrug it off. The boy could be so oblivious.

And yet you and Topper were happy together. Even when you hadn’t been physically intimate with each other, there wasn’t dull moments between you two. You had your differences but you were able to have to have these conversations where you can expand and explore each other’s minds.

Then, Topper let his friends and family get into his head about you. They just couldn’t believe you were the right girl for him, convinced that you were still a pogue at heart. When Topper asked you to renounce your friends who happened to be pogues, you were hurt by this. He never used to care but you knew by then that their influence had gotten to him.

Things really took a turn you both graduated high school and Topper and you had plans to elope but expressed you having to become religious. The pressure become too unbearable for you. No way would you allow yourself to change just for the approval of people who didn’t like you to begin with. Even if it meant that you could marry the one you love.

Before you went away to college, Topper had broken up with you. It hurt but you knew you were from different worlds. You still loved him deeply and he loved you deeply as well but he knew that you would only get bored of this push and shove of being his ‘ideal’ wife.

When he immediately began dating Sarah Cameron, you grew a hatred for him while also feeling a bit inferior to her. She was the right girl for him. Exactly what his parents would’ve wanted for him in the beginning.

You’d gone to college a time after they got together. You were sure by the time you’d arrived back to town, they’d probably made the plans to marry. The plans you’ve once shared and talked about nearly every night when you were together.

Another year had gone by and you were back in town. You’d renounce the lavish and extravagant life of being a Kook choosing a more simple life.

Your old friends invited you to a bonfire tonight in the woods and you could use the distraction. Memories of you and Topper began to flood your mind. You hadn’t seen him in so long. You shouldn’t want to see him at all but your heart still yearned for him. Even if he was your lover, you missed his company as your best friend.

Currently, the 5 of you were walking through the woods, looking for a decent spot to settle.

“Ya’ll ever heard the story of the One-Armed Hook man? Legend has it that he comes out every night at 9:30 to claim his next victims in the woods. Keep an eye out while you can or he’ll just pluck it out with his hook.” JJ teases, jumping in front of you with his finger crooked in the shape of a hook.

You laughed, pushing him out of your way. “Please stop.”

“Yeah, please stop.” Pope says, rolling his eyes.

“You scared?” JJ nudges his shoulder.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Boo.” Kiara whispers from behind Pope, sending him launching in the air with a high-pitched squeal.

The group laughs.

“Oh, I think I’ve found the perfect spot.” John B points ahead of the group.

It was an abandoned campsite area. Although it looked extremely creepy, it was a pretty decent and convenient spot for a bonfire.

“This feels familiar. 5 young adults going on a camping trip. A legend about a serial killer on the loose. You guys sure you’d want to party there?” You nervously, chuckled.

“Awww, you need me to hold your hand?“ John B. pouts at you.

“And risk getting caught by the murderer? No thanks. I’m wayyy faster than you.” You challenged.

“Fuck that. I’m faster than all of you combined.” JJ tops.

“Oh yeah? Should we all run to the campsite and really prove this theory?” You said, arms crossed.

“If you’d like to see yourself lose, then yes.” JJ says stepping up to you.

You feel you breath hitch before quickly composing yourself. “Let’s do this. Everyone get into you positions.”

Everyone lines up beside each other, getting into their running stances. Kiara does the honors. “On your mark…get set…Go!”

Everyone dashed like they’re never before laughing wildly. Every now and then, you’d look over your shoulder when you noticed the group on your tail. When you’d finally reached the campsite first, you began to gloat at the group who were all panting in front of you.

You walked up to JJ who hands rested on his knees as he exhaled heavy breaths. “Told you I’d win.”

“Never challenge a track star for a playful run.” He jokes.

The leaves rustle in the shrubs behind you and the group gains their composure to stare, angrily at the intruders. You turned around and it feels as if everything were in slow motion.

After so long, Topper was right there in front of you. His face just as surprised as yours. Accompanying him was his group who also shoot angry looks back at you and your friends.

“What are you pogues doing here?” Rafe asks.

“We were here first.” JJ says.

Kelce steps up to him. “Say who?”

“We aren’t going anywhere.” Kiara says, crossing her arms.

“Guys, no need for the hostility, okay? Can’t we just share the campsite? It won’t be so bad.” You suggested.

“Not happening.” Rafe scowls.

“It’s fine, Rafe. It’s just for the night.” Topper speaks up, eyes on you.

The air is tense. No one says a word. Sarah steps into the middle and clears her throat. “So, are we gonna start up this fire? I’m dying for a smore.”You understood and appreciated that she was trying to relieve the tension in the air.

JJ sighs, making his way to the pit. “Guess I’ll start on the fire.”

“You won’t be in charge of the fire. I don’t trust you not to burn us all alive.” Kelce follows after him and soon the group disbands preparing the items for the bonfire.

You tried your hardest to ignore Topper’s presence. Though there were moments where you’d glance over your shoulder only to see that he was looking at you too, forcing each other to quickly look away.

After the fire had begun, you all sat around in a circle talking amongst your separate groups. Kiara pulls out a joint for you all to share amongst each other. You were all high and soon the conversation within your group became loud enough to annoy the Kooks.

“Hey! Keep it down, assholes.” Rafe calls out.

“Sorry. We interrupting your church fellowship service or something?” JJ comments and your friends laugh except you. Your gaze falls on Topper who looked like his patience was running thin.

“We’ll keep it down, okay?” You diffused the situation, turning back to your group. “We were being a bit loud, J. You gotta admit.”

“It was only teasing.” JJ laughs, leaning against you in a playful manner urging you to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess but we don’t need anymore fights going on.”

From a distance, you hadn’t noticed that Topper had been watching you and JJ closely. Topper’s hands would ball into a fist whenever JJ would brush himself up against you or whenever he’s make you giggle uncontrollably. You clearly had a thing for him. You probably would have sex with him. Topper immediately pushes that thought out of his head. Just entertaining the thought of you fucking someone else made him mad enough to feel sick.

He rises from his seat, knocking some beer cans to the ground. The sound was audible enough to have everyone look at him including you. He looks hard between you and JJ then mutters something to his group about finding a bathroom then walks in the direction of the camp cabins.

Something urged you to go after him. Kiara sees the look on your face then sighs, “You’d like to go after him, don’t you?”

You nod, bashfully.

“Go on,” She says clearly not wanting you to but understood that you needed this. “I’ll cover for you.”

“Thanks, Kie.” You whispered, squeezing her hand.

You after in his direction, searching for him. It didn’t take long to find him drinking a beer alone under the moonlight.

“Hey.” You called out.

He turns to look at you and says a quiet, “Hey.”

“Why’d you leave? If we were bothering you that much you could said something but my friends and I are just having fun.” You scoffed.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what’s wrong? Is it me? You still hate me that much.”

“I never said I hated you.”

“I can see it in your face. All night you were looking at me as if I were the last person you wanted to see.”

“That’s just you overthinking. You have no clue about me.”

“Then, please enlighten me, Top. Why do you look at me like I’m a stranger? We used to be best friends and now everything’s changed. You listened to everyone but me knowing that your friends never liked me.”

“Could you blame ‘em? You weren’t always easy to be around.”

“Because I called them out on their shit! For being privileged assholes. Ya know what, I don’t even know what possessed me to come over her and comfort you. I’m out of here.”

As if on cue, the sky began to roar the arrival of a storm. Small droplets of water begin to trickle down on your face. You both looked up at the sky, the rain gradually picking up until it poured down with a newfound ferocity and the winds swirled around you.

“Shit. Let’s head inside.” Topper says, grabbing you arm but you resist.

“What about our friends? We have to go back.” You shout over the loud showers.

“It’s too dangerous. We can hardly see anything. They’ll be fine. They can take shelter in a nearby cabin. Now let’s go!” He tugs your arm again and you reluctantly follow his lead, entering the cabin nearest to you.

You were cold and wet, shivering and squeezing your arms around you. Topper notices this taking a blanket of a cabin bed.

“Here.” He extends.

You’re hesitant but you take it anyway, putting it around your shoulders then sitting at the bottom bunk bed. His eyes linger on you for a moment. If it weren’t for the moonlight shining through the window, you wouldn’t have noticed the blush that creeped up on his cheeks.

When you looked down at yourself, you realized exactly what he saw. You weren’t wearing a bra and nipples were hard and prominent through your white tank top.

You blushed, too, quickly covering up.

He clears his throat. “I tried to make a phone call. No signal.”

You laughed to yourself. Topper looks at you, confused. You sighed, realizing you’d have to explain your laughter which means having to talk to him. “It’s just that earlier I made a horror movie joke and the ‘not signal’ thing just adds layers to it.”

He looks at you straight-faced.

“Well, you had to be there to get it.” You grumbled to yourself.

Staring through the window, he scans the campsite. “It looks like we’ll be in here awhile. If we only had some stones we could’ve sparked a flame and build a fire in that fireplace.”

You pull out a lighter from your jean’s pocket, holding it out. “No need for those, boy scout. I got it covered.”

He rolls his eyes at your nickname. Taking the lighter, he crouched down near the fireplace and ran the lighter over the log. It caught enough of the flame to catch fire and in an instant the blue dimmed room was now orange with the flame’s light. The sounds of the crackling was therapeutic.

Topper lets out an air of relief, outstretching his hands to the fire before standing up once again. “That’ll keep us warm for now. Hopefully our clothes will dry if we sit by the fire.”

You don’t budge, still seated on the edge of the bed. You rather not be near him right now.

“Thought you said you were cold.”

“I’m fine.” You say in a biting tone.

He throws his hands up. “Now you’re pissed at me.”

“How could I not be? You told me I wasn’t easy to be around. Well, fuck you, your friends, and your family. I’m fine not being anyone’s cup of tea. I’m fucking liberated. Know why? Because I don’t hide who I am regardless if people like me or not.”

“I’m plenty true to myself. That’s why our break up had to happen. We just live in two different worlds.”

“It never matter when we were friends. Why did it matter when we were together?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you were stable enough to be in my life. You’re so much more fun, free, you live life however and it makes you happy. You’d get bored with me and probably leave me if we were together. I needed something serious. I only did us a favor breaking up.”

You blinked at his confession. So he broke up with you because he felt like you were noncommittal?

“How dare you or anyone assume that about me? How dare especially fucking you? You knew me more than anyone. I loved you. You fucking dickhead.”

“Oh, please,” He throws his hands up in the air, turning his back to you. “It’s not like you missed me or anything. You and JJ seem like you’re having fun.”

You smirk at the thought of him still being jealous seeing you with other guys. He still wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. He was just too stubborn to make the move. So you decided to take the lead.

“You’re right. I don’t miss you,” You slowly walk up behind him. “In fact, I don’t miss much about you at all…but if I can say a few things that I miss—and there are very few in numbers—I miss those stupid preppy clothes you wear.”

You pressed your breasts into his back, hooking a single finger under the hem of his shirt and slowly lifting it to expose his stomach. “I hated your clothes so much I used to dream about tearing them off your body.”

Your fingertips touch the bare skin on his stomach. His breathing is heavy and irregular. “I miss the way your lips parted and the sounds you’d make when I made you feel good. We couldn’t do much back then but the moments when you’d let me tongue kiss you. I used to savor it. I’d suck on your tongue as if it were your cock, trying to taste everything.”

“Y/N, please,” Topper whispers, eyes fluttering just to bask in your words.

“I miss your hands. I remember that one time you let me suck of your fingers into my mouth. Just curious teenager activity. You got so hard that day. You begged me to stop just as I was getting started. Ended up going home and playing with myself, imagining my fingers were yours inside me.”

He groans, biting his lip and eyes still squeezed shut. If you continued, he was sure he’d cum in his pants. He was rendered helpless, unable to speak up and stop your continual tease.

“I missed your skin on mine. You used to feel so soft against me,” You nuzzled your face into his clothed back which was only slightly wet with rain. You kissed his shoulder blade. “I want to feel that warmth again.”

Topper could feel his member wanting to jump out of its restraints, begging to be touched by you.

“But the one thing I missed the most…the one thing I’ve dreamt to feel inside m….,” You walk around him, now facing his front. You lower yourself on your knees, looking up at him. Your hands creeping upward under the pant leg of his khaki shorts. “I miss your big. hard. Cock.”

You grip his erection, a gasp slips from his lips. You’re mentally measuring the outline of it in your hand. “I want it so bad, Top. I’m so wet just seeing it through your stupid khaki shorts. I want to suck you off and make you cum in mouth. Please let me have just a taste. I swear we won’t have to do anything.”

“Fuck, Y/N. You don’t know how hard you just made me just now.”

“Oh, I feel it.” You squeeze around him.

“I want you. I fucking regret the times when I stop us from going all the way. Sex doesn’t feel like it should. I’ve always craved you. Even after 2 years, all I ever thought about was having you.”

“You have me now.” You undo his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and his cock jumps out erect and attentive, a bead precum on the tip.

Taking it in your hand, you can barely wrap your fingers around him. His length was beautifully veiny and thick, the pink tip swelled. You lay your tongue flat on the head before giving it a long lick.

He hisses, running his hands through his hair to keep himself from being too lightheaded. You take him your two hands forcing him down your throat over and over.

Topper moaned and whined, face contorted in absolute bliss. His hands would move your hair that would fall over your face from your feverish bobbing.

“Babygirl…” His thumbs caresses your cheek.

The sound of gagging bounced of the walls of the once silent room. You stare intensely in his eyes slurping the excessive saliva around his cock. He groans and you know he’ll cum soon. Clutching his testicles,you shake them in your hand and gagged at him hitting the back of your throat. Then, he stilled, erupting load after load into your awaiting mouth and down your tummy. You moaned at the taste of him satisfied that you finally had your first taste.

Removing your mouth from him, you jerk him in your hands. He’s sensitive but willing to take the pain hoping to make up for lost time with you.

“I’ve got to taste you, too.” He lifts you off the ground into his arms, carrying you to the bottom bunk and laying you on your back. He kneels on the ground in front of you, pulling off your jeans and panties in record speed.

“Give me the rosary around your neck.”

He wanted to protest. You saw it in his face. But instead of calling it off, he removes the necklace and hands it over. You grab his wrists, tying it around them.

You lay back once again, bending your legs up and spreading them enough for full access. You tug on his hair, forcing his face forward and his mouth immediately gets to work. “I love watching that pretty mouth taste me. Can’t wait to kiss your lips for the first time in so long.”

He moans into pussy, causing your back to arched of the bed. You grip both sides of his head, digging your nails into his neck and gliding your wet heat over his flickering tongue.

“You taste damn good, babygirl.” Topper whispers against you before slurping up yet another flood of your juices. His uses the tip of his nose to brush over your clit repeatedly, looking you in your the way you did when you tasted him. Now he was ready to watch the soul sucked from your body. Alternating between flicking and rolling your clit between your tongue, when he felt like you were finally close enough, he sucks hard on your clit and you convulse underneath him.

“Holy fucking shit!” You squeal, your pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. You ooze out your slick from your tight hole, a bit of liquid gushed after the quaking aftershocks.

You tug at his hair again, pulling him away from your quivering core just as he began greedily lapping away at your clit passed the point of oversensitivity.

He licks around his lips, blue eyes darker than ever. You stand up, guiding him so that he can lay on his back in the bed. You removed your tank top, your harden nipples standing even more erect at the sight of him licking his lips. You hover yourself over his lap, lifting his wrists above his head. Taking the thick length beneath you, you lined it up with your entrance and immediately slammed down afraid that if you hadn’t taken it any moment then your time would be interrupted.

You don’t need to adjust to his size. You were so slick around him, you immediately began to bounce hard on his cock. Topper chokes out on moans until he fully lets them out loud and clear.

You went wildly so drunk off his dick that all you do was roll your eyes in the back of your head and babble nonsense.

“Gah, you’re so fucking good, Top. Love fucking you.”

Topper shifts one leg off the bed, planting a foot on the ground. He uses the new leverage to thrust up into you, his thrusts much more forceful. Soon, he was doing more of the work while you just bounce from the force of his strokes.

You bring your hands to his bound wrists, entangling your fingers with his while grinding down on his cock. He could easily break the necklace, you knew he wouldn’t because he didn’t want to break the sacred item. Part of you hoped that he chose not to break it because he secretly wished to be corrupted by you. His tip nudges a sweet spot against you and you feel more wetness shoot out of you, soaking his lap.

“Kiss me. Need to feel your lips.” He begs.

You press your lips to his and he all but sobs into the kiss grateful for the action. You get back into the old habit of taking his tongue into your mouth sucking at it and bobbing on it like you would to his cock. He just holds out his tongue for you to do as you wish. You gather his taste into your mouth, sucking on his saliva as if it would quench your thirst. You were hungry for him so much so that your skin was on fire.

You break the salivating kiss, removing the rosary around his wrists. He takes advantage of the opportunity, using his large hands to grip your ass and force you down on his cock. You wrap your arms around him, kissing up and down his neck.

He flips you over so fast it give you whiplash. He was now on top still penetrating you, only this time his fast and shallow thrusts were now slow, deep, long strokes. He wanted to make sure you felt every part of him sliding into you.

He takes a nipple into his mouth then flicks his tongue over it, watching you shiver.

“You don’t miss me, huh?” He teases. “That’s not what your body’s telling me. Look how eager your pussy is swallowing me. Got you squirting all over the place.” He puts his hands on the back of your knees, pressing your legs against the bed to go deeper into you while his mouth finds the expose skin of your neck. The mix of his mouth sucking at your sensitive throat and the deep thrusts sent you in pleasure overload. Your toes curling and eyes fluttering.

“Rub that clit for me, babygirl.”

“Yes, daddy.” You mewled, circling frantically at it.

“God, that pussy’s so creamy. You’re about to make another mess baby. Go on and make a mess.” He encourages.

The tighten coil snaps within you and eruption so large it felt too make believe to be this good. You were like a broken record of moans, your body moving in waves at the sensation. Topper hits into you hard one time and stills, coating your pulsating walls in his essence.

Topper places a passionate kiss on your lips, tongues lick at one another’s. He finally peels his body of you. Your sweaty bodies pressed extremely close from the tiny twin bed. You curl up to his side and he wraps an arm around you.

“That’s what we’ve been missing out on. Now I really hate myself.” He chuckles.

“I’ve never had sex that good.”

“E-even with JJ?”

“Me and JJ have never…We’re like really good friends. He doesn’t like me that way.”

Topper shrugs. “You’re mine. I won’t make the mistake of letting you go. Not again. Fuck what anyone says.”

“What about Sarah?”

“She’s check out on the relationship. I don’t blame her. So have I. I couldn’t bring myself to care for her when all I wanted was you.”

“So what does this mean for us? Are we going to try again this time?”

“Yes, I want to.”

“Me too.” You smile up him before hugging close to his chest.

—————

The storm had cleared up in the morning and when you and Topper left the cabins, you noticed your friends making their way over to you guys.

You ran up to your friends, all of you were asking questions concerned for one another. The groups gotten broken up by random. Although it wasn’t a surprise for you when you found that John B and Sarah had found a cabin for their own to share.

Topper and you agreed that you would break the news to your friends separately so it wouldn’t cause a whole thing between the pogues and the kooks.

While the pogues busied yourselves with packing up your things into the van, JJ slowly approached you. A look of determination yet sadness on his face.

“Something the matter, JJ?” You inquired.

“I know you and Topper are starting your thing up again. I caught the energy between you two. I just gotta know…what can I do to make you want me more?

“W-what?” You eyes widened.

“I wanna know how to be the kind of man you want?”

“JJ, I….” You whispered.

He whispers in your ear. “If you want me to fuck you better than him, I can and I will.”

He looks you up and down before walking away as if he didn’t just cause a whole flood between your legs. Your love life just got extremely complicated.

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[rafesgoldrings]

Oh girl my request rn is more poly rafe kelce and topper! Whether it be fluff or some spicy spicy smut. Like their day to day life or how they take turns taking her out on dates and then all come back and treat her good 🥵

They’re backkkk🤭 I honestly missed them sm and had so much fun writing for them. I hope you guys enjoy it🫶🏻

Warnings: not proof read, light degradation, Rafe calls reader a pretty bitch one time, reader is called a slut like twice

So your day to day life is actually fairly normal, there’s still lots of flirting and subtle touches but for the most part you guys just hang out. You’ll go shopping or go with them to the gym, go out on the boat before grabbing dinner, hang out and watch a movie or attempt to play video games with them (which always ends in a (“Oh my god Y/N just put the controller down and come sit”), nothing too crazy. But the dates? The dates are a complete different story.

They have a schedule, it was the only way to ensure that each of them were getting equal alone time with you to avoid jealousy and fights. It usually stayed pretty consistent but did change occasionally if one of your boys has a special request or something happened. Monday is Toppers day, Wednesday is Kelces, and Friday is Rafes, the ones between that were ones for you to have the day to yourself or for you all to hang out as a group.

Topper usually kept it pretty casual, sweet, but casual with something like a picnic or lunch at the country club. Beach dates were your favorite, just enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore while you rested in the others arms, the soft breeze caressing your skin. He also liked to go shopping for things, clothes, jewelry, books, art supplies, whatever you had an interest in that day, he obviously would pay for it all. Even telling you not to bring any money because ‘pretty girls don’t pay for themselves’. Boat dates are another common thing for the two of you, he’d bring your favorite blanket and sweater of his with him for when you inevitably got cold once the sun started to set. He’d of course go somewhere secluded so he could pull your bikini off and fuck you while the sun hit you, the possibility of getting caught make it so much hotter than normal.

Kelce was more of the sporty/stay in date type. He loved to take you golfing, even if all you did was look pretty and tease him by bending over in the short little skirt he bought you, and then treat you to a nice candlelit dinner. Almost always preferred it near the water too, said it was more romantic when your skin was illuminated by the soft flame and it was just the two of you and the soft waves. But on days he didn’t feel like going out, he’d set up a blanket fort in the living room stocked with ALL of your favorite snacks and drinks. He’d put the little fairy lights inside of it like the one he remembered you showing him a while ago, put an air mattress inside with tons of pillows and soft blankets, light up your favorite scented candle, make sure it was as romantic and cozy as possible. He’d put on some of your favorite movies or attempt to teach you to play the games he liked, but it almost always ended with your clothes scattered on the floor. Waking up the next morning with your limbs intertwined and bare skin sticking to each other from the small layer of sweat that formed.

Rafe, as we all expected, is the fancy one. He’s buying you dresses to match his suit, diamond earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, shoes, just making sure you’re taken care of before the date even happens. He’d take you to the nicest restaurants, go on shopping sprees where you picked out whatever you wanted (yes that includes any lingerie shops you stumble across), go out on the yacht and stop at the local yacht club for dinner, even fly you out in the private jet somewhere for the day. He had the money and he would happily spend it all on you if it made you happy. He rarely ever stayed in on his nights unless you asked, if he did there wasn’t much going on other than him making it his goal to fuck you on every surface in the house. He was always horny around you, you were just so pretty and got his cock hard immediately. Half the time he couldn’t even wait until you were home before he was pulling his range rover to he side of the road and fucking you in the backseat, or over the hood of it, or making you ride him in the drivers sit so your tits were bouncing in his face.

They all took care of you in their own way, sexually and non sexually, but together? Together the pleasure tripled, every inch of your skin being touched, your brain completely shut off from their hands on you and their cocks burying themselves in your pretty holes. Rafe usually teasing you for it with a little degrading comment like ‘pretty bitch can’t even concentrate on anything but being a slut’. Top usually went for a mix of the two, he was usually the one teasing you while also encouraging you to keep going ‘Such a desperate slut for us huh baby? But you’re doing so good, so pretty too, just a little more pretty girl’. Kelce was almost always the one giving you praise unless he was pissed or felt like he had something to prove, ‘God princess, so pretty. This pussy is so pretty too, doing so so good. I know it hurts but you can do it, you’re made for us so I know you can baby. That’s it, good girl baby’.

The mix of praise and degradation from each one making your head spin and bringing you closer to your orgasm until you snapped, making a giant mess all over whoever was inside you at the time. Nipples being pulled and pinched and sucked, clit being spit on and rubbed until you were crying out that it was too much, each one taking a turn tasting you and trying to push their cum inside you deeper than the last. It was like their version of a group date, who could make you feel the best, who could cum the most, who made you cum the most. It was your thing and none of you would change that, you were theirs and they were yours.

Either way, you’d never go a day without being taken care of and spoiled. Even without the physical contact your phone would be blowing up with texts from each of them. Complements, pet names, voice messages, pictures, anything you could think of they were doing to ensure you were thinking about them always and knew they were thinking about you. Honestly convinced they have a separate group chat just to gush about you outside of the normal one where they try to one up each other

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[ervotica]

𝗯𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶'𝘀 𝟮𝗸 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁 !

thank you angels for 2k! i appreciate every single one of you more than you'll ever know <3 to celebrate, i present to you the kink wheel! simply spin the wheel and you will be assigned a kink. pick a character (or a couple) and feel free to add any context/anything else you would like to see, pop it in my inbox and i'll write a drabble!

characters included; rafe cameron, poly!rafebarry x reader, jj maybank, topper thornton, poly!rafetopper x reader, cato hadley, felix catton, oliver quick, loki laufeyson, coriolanus snow

keeping the character list short for this one to try and prevent myself from burning out! (like i did on my 1k celly) but have fun with it, and if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

tagging a few mutuals (please rb for reach!); @rafetopia @rafescokenostril @rafesmuse @rafeysbafey @rafesthroatbaby @rvfecamerons @wife-of-all-dilfs @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @chrrymunson @cinnamoncunt @targaryenvampireslayer @oncasette @oceandriveab @pxgeturner @ajokeformur-ray @anglbby444 @sociorafe @shellxrls @drudyslut @drewstarkeyslut @venuslore @sadfury @gplol @kissitbttr @lyndys @lovetrt @vampieteeth @blondbrat @morwap @moremaybank @murdrdocs @mysticmunson

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[blueicequeen19]

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!!!

I got you boo! 💕😉

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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