Summary: After finally finding the strength to end your toxic relationship, Rafe thinks he can win you back, no idea that you've been sleeping with his best friend.
warnings: Non-Con, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, semi-public sex, jealousy, secret relationship, mentions of side of Rafe x reader, kook!reader, non canon ages, p*rn with a plot
➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies
➥ Can this be read as a one shot? Yes! Can this be read as a follow up to Escapism? Also yes!
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You hated the way tears spilled over as Topper forced you to stare into his eyes. You blamed it on the alcohol in your system—your inability to fully control your emotions, right now. The living room was only lit from the glow of the TV, a movie playing that all three of you had long stopped watching, but you could see the blond—and the determination on his face—perfectly.
“Topper,” you quietly gasped, pushing your arm against his neck. “Stop. Rafe-.”
Your words were cut off in your throat with one particularly hard thrust from him, his hips smacking against yours as he fucked you on the floor of Rafe’s living room. The other blond was in the shower, slightly tipsy himself and none the wiser to what was happening downstairs. Topper snapping and taking matters into his own hands wasn’t surprising. Knowing how he could sometimes get about you, you’d expected it at some point…
Just not here and now.
After a tumultuous eight months with Rafe Cameron, you finally found the strength and resolve to break up with him and keep it that way. He was an okay friend, but he’d turned out to be an even worse boyfriend. The constant lies and disrespect and betrayal had finally gotten to you and pushed you to do something about it that didn’t just involve fucking his best friend.
No one was happier than Topper when a month went by and you still hadn’t given in to Rafe’s half assed apologies and pleas.
It was when it finally started to sink in for everyone that you were serious this time. Rafe wasn’t going to win you back this time, and especially not with the sorry excuses of apologies he always gave. You could see it in his eyes every time you were around each other—the barely contained anger and disbelief and most of all the aggravation that he couldn’t do anything about it.
To the public, you were a single woman.
It was a different story behind closed doors.
Topper never had a problem crawling into your bed every time Rafe hurt you, so he especially had no qualms about it now that you and the toxic blond had broken up for good. He could touch you and kiss you and fuck you without abandon. You no longer had to worry about the sound of Rafe’s knocks interrupting you or being quiet when he was asleep just down the hall or refusing sex with him because you were still sensitive from the feel of Topper’s cock only an hour before.
You and Topper were in heaven…
Until Rafe decided that he wanted to actually put in the work with earning your forgiveness.
“I treated you like shit,” he’d said to you one day, shocking you. “I always have and I know that and…you were right to leave me. You should’ve left me after the first time I cheated.”
There’d been a time when you would’ve killed to hear those words coming from Rafe’s mouth. Now though, now you didn’t care. Even though he didn’t know it, you’d gotten back at him in the best way possible, and it was only made better because that’d never been your intent. You hadn’t wanted to ‘get back’ at Rafe that night Topper told you about the other blond and some girl. You’d just been heartbroken…and craving the touch of another.
“Well…thank you for saying that,” you’d responded.
It was sincere. Even though you were at a place where you didn’t need to hear those words anymore, they were still nice to hear all the same. Rafe had nodded as he gazed at you, both of you in your own world away from the rest of the party.
“We’re over, and I get that now, but…we were friends once.”
You’d looked down at that, gathering where he was going with this and wondering how you and he could ever be friends again after all he’d done to you…and even you to him. He’d been your friend once but that hadn’t stopped him from cheating on you and embarrassing you and just overall treating you like shit. You were friends once but that hadn’t stopped you from sneaking around with his best friend once you found yourself at your breaking point with Rafe’s behavior.
“Look, I miss us being around each other and actually talking, you know. And I know I don’t have anyone to blame but myself, but I miss it…” your gaze met his. “I do, and I’m serious about showing you how sorry I am this time.”
You thought it was…nice.
Topper disagreed.
“We both know Rafe,” he spat at you that same night. “You know better than this. The normal routine isn’t working, so now he’s trying something different, and if you think Rafe has any interest in being your friend, I swear to God, Y/N, I will lose any respect-.”
“I am not some stupid bimbo! You don’t think I’ve considered that?” you threw your hands up. “...but I don’t see you cutting him off as a friend anytime soon, so unfortunately I still have to be around and interact with the man who broke my heart. That’ll be a lot easier now that he’s not trying to kill me with his mind every time we’re in the same room.”
Topper hadn’t had a response for that because it was true. Despite how awfully Rafe had treated you, he was still part of your normal circle—the two of you having way too many people in common—and it was something that bothered you but the alternative was isolating yourself from the people you cared about, and that just wasn’t fair to you.
It was obvious then that Topper wasn’t happy with the turn of events, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He was forced to sit back and watch as Rafe played nice with you and talked to you like nothing had happened and even flirt with you in that way he used to back before you dated. He hated it, and it was obvious long before tonight, but with alcohol flowing and trips down memory lane, Rafe got too comfortable.
…and right there in front of Topper, the other blond had thrown his arm around you before pressing his lips to your cheek.
It was only with your quick thinking that the kiss landed on your cheek instead of your lips, and picking up on the change in atmosphere, Rafe had pulled away.
“Shit,” he’d mumbled with a chuckle, running his hand through his hair. “I think I need to sober up a little bit.”
Neither you or Topper paid him much attention as he talked about needing a shower, completely oblivious to what he’d just done. You and the remaining blond merely stared at one another as Rafe made his way upstairs—his family out for the night—and it was only when you heard the bathroom door shut that Topper pounced. A hushed argument turned into something more, Topper’s anger only getting worse by the second, and you couldn’t hold in your pained gasp when his hand twisted into your hair.
Topper’s lips were on you, and his other hand was pushing at the skirt you’d put on this morning. He was a man with tunnel vision, completely uncaring about your ex—his best friend—just upstairs in the shower. No amount of times mentioning that seemed to matter, and despite the fact that you were not in the mood to have sex with Rafe so close by, Topper had reached his breaking point.
His fingers had started to curl inside of you before you knew it, one hand hanging onto him to keep from falling and the other pulling on his wrist as a means to get him to stop. Despite your slight inebriation, your feet had firmly planted on the floor to prevent Topper from pushing you down because you knew that it was over the moment he managed to get you onto your back.
With every push of his fingers into your walls, you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, his movements becoming smoother as his fingers and hand became slick with your juices. His teeth scraped at your neck, causing a shudder to travel up your spine, and you felt his thumb join his other fingers, circling around and over your clit. The way he massaged that bundle of nerves had you faltering, and Topper saw the opportunity and took it.
It was how you found yourself on your back, literally pushing at him and pleading with him to stop.
“I don’t care,” was his only response when you mentioned Rafe the first time.
You did though, and for the first time, you found yourself genuinely resisting him and trying to get him off of you. Your skirt was hiked up around your waist—the shirt you were wearing ripped open—and Topper had long pulled at your underwear and twisted them and stretched them to give him access to push his hard cock into you. You’d almost been unable to swallow down the choked gasp that threatened to escape your throat.
He was slow in fucking you at first, distracted by the way the length of him repeatedly disappeared inside of you. He always loved that, watching your cunt greedily taking him, watching the way you dripped around him and made a mess on the pink shaft. Every protest mumbled from your lips went ignored, and it was only because you could still hear the sound of Rafe in the shower that you didn’t panic.
However, mentioning Rafe again had the man on top of you changing his pace. His thrusts grew in temp, pushing himself into you and pulling out quicker and quicker. Topper had long discarded his shirt, his shorts pulled down to his ankle as he curved his hips against yours.
“Fuck,” he cursed, grinding himself against you. “Stop talking about Rafe, just stop.”
Your forearm was pressed to his neck, tears in your eyes as you attempted to get through to him.
“He’s right upstairs,” you angrily whispered, voice panicked. “Are you crazy? Get off of me!”
It came out louder than you intended, but you’d have a much easier time explaining to Rafe what a possible noise was than what he’d see if he came down the stairs at any moment. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that the thought turned Topper on, his blue eyes glinting in a way you’d never seen as he continued to plunge his cock into you. Every time he pulled his hips back until only the tip of him remained just inside of your folds, you could hear the wet sound it made. When he thrust back into you, the squelch reached your ears, and you were too terrified to linger on how that normally turned you on.
You could only think about Rafe hearing the same thing and going on a rampage.
When Topper pulled back, you foolishly thought he decided to listen to you, but instead he only rested on his knees, his hands grabbing your thighs and yanking you closer. The moan you let out was loud and breathy, the action having caused you to feel the tip of him deep into your gut, Your legs rested over his own thighs, and Topper’s fingers dug into your hips as he jerked himself into you over and over.
Your chest was heaving, and you didn’t miss the way his hooded eyes traced over you, taking it in. Your toes curled with every push of his hips, and faintly, you could hear the distant sound of water running. A blue glow was casted over Topper’s tan skin, evidence of how much time he’d been spending in the sun. under any other circumstance, you’d reach out to run your hands over him.
Not tonight.
“Topper, please,” you breathlessly sighed.
It almost sounded like you were begging him for more, but as it were, you were begging him to stop being an asshole and get off of you. Your gaze trailed over his face and the intensity you saw there. His lips were parted, and his tongue rested just on his teeth as he looked down at you and enjoying the sight of you taking his cock. Your eyes traveled down his chest, taking note of the sweaty sheen it held.
Your gaze eventually stopped.
You watched the way his cock slid in and out of you, almost transfixed by the sight. He stretched you out so good, always had, and it was hard to ignore the way your body buzzed and your heart fluttered and your stomach tightened. You were torn between wanting to give in and adopt his ‘fuck Rafe’ mindset and trying your hardest to push him off of you.
You and Rafe weren’t together anymore, but him catching the two of you would open a whole can of worms that would ruin the dynamic between you three far worse than anything Rafe had done. Rafe had done you dirty so many times, and it didn’t matter that you’d only cheated on him with one guy. It was the right guy—the only guy that would turn his world upside down in the capacity that he’d turned yours. You didn’t want to experience the fallout of that.
More tears spilled over.
“You look so pretty like this, you know that?” Topper wondered, shifting and leaning over you as his hand circled your neck. “Panicked and teary-eyed and absolutely squirming on my cock.”
“Topper, I am begging you,” you tearfully pleaded, grabbing his hand and using your other to push at his chest. “Rafe…”
“You know what? I want him to see, and I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.”
Your eyes widened at that.
“It’d be more than what he deserves.”
The animosity and venom in his tone shocked you, and you didn't react to him brushing your tears away with his thumb. His nose brushed against yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he started fucking you harder, putting way more vigor into each thrust.
“He’s done nothing but treat you like shit…and he thinks he still can,” the blond quietly said, and you heard the sound of the shower turning off upstairs. “I want him to see me fucking the shit out of you.”
He reached down, gently pinching your clit and taking pleasure in the way you moaned.
“I want him to see me stretching you out and burying my cock into this pussy that only gets wet for me…”
Your eyes rolled at his words, and you almost forgot why you wanted him off of you so much.
“I want him to see me come inside of you,” Topper moaned, burning his face into the crook of your neck. “I want him to know that I’m spilling into you and you’re greedily milking me for every drop. I’ll happily tell him all the times I’ve done it.”
You shuddered at that, your nails digging into his arm.
“All the times I sent you right back to him with my cum between your thighs.”
“Fuck, Topper.”
You didn’t know if you were saying that in a good way or bad way. You didn’t know why, but you had never realized just how much animosity Topper held for Rafe. You supposed that he’d have to have a healthy dose to repeatedly fuck his girlfriend, but you’d always thought that had more to do with Topper’s feelings about you and recognizing that Rafe simply wasn’t good enough for you.
However, considering that the three of you were once the best of friends, it made sense that Topper would grow to hate Rafe more and more every time he witnessed him putting you through hell.
“I’m going to fill you up and I don’t care who sees.”
His words were doing a good job of convincing you, and you felt yourself caring less and less too the longer Topper fucked you towards your high. You felt your own hips lifting in time with his to meet his thrusts, getting to a point where he held himself still while you fucked yourself onto his cock.
Rafe had hurt you so much, and yes while his actions of tonight were probably driven by alcohol, he clearly thought he’d get the opportunity to hurt you again. He clearly thought you’d give in, and you two would be right back where you were three months ago. Not only did that make you angry, but it hurt. Choosing to try and be friends again was way more than he deserved, and once again, he was attempting to take advantage of your kindness.
For the first time ever, you wanted to hurt him like he’d hurt you.
Really hurt him.
…and when you found yourself on top of Topper, you didn’t care. He was lifting his hips up into you, one hand on your breast and the other on your hip to help guide you up and down his length. The tip of his cock was hitting something inside of you that had you gasping for breath. You couldn’t stop the breathless gasps and softs mewls that left your lips, eyes half closed as you fucked Topper in Rafe’s own house. You were making a mess on his skin, but you didn’t care.
You didn’t care that you were dripping around him, the inside of your thighs sticky from your juices. You didn’t care that your bra was askew as Topper pinched a hardened bud between his fingers. You only cared about pressing the palms of your hands against his chest to ground yourself and make it easier to bounce on top of him. You only cared about chasing your climax, feeling it come closer with every stroke inside of you, and when you tightened around him—Topper spilling into your eager cunt with a groan—you didn’t care when you looked up and fixed your gaze towards the stairs, locking eyes with his best friend.
The energy in the venue was electric, the crowd buzzing with excitement as Y/N took the stage in Los Angeles. The show had been sold out for weeks, and tonight, the entire Outer Banks cast was there to support her. Drew, Austin, Rudy, Madison, Madelyn, Chase, Carlacia, and JD had flown in together, ready to cheer her on from the VIP section.
Drew stood front and center, arms crossed with a proud smile as Y/N effortlessly commanded the stage. Every time she glanced their way, her eyes lingered on him a little longer, and he felt it—the quiet, unspoken connection between them.
When she performed “Please Please Please,” she put extra emotion into the lyrics, her voice laced with raw vulnerability. Madison nudged Drew playfully. “That one’s definitely about you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Drew muttered, shaking his head but smiling anyway.
Next came “So High School,” and Rudy and JD had their arms around each other, swaying dramatically. “This one’s a banger,” JD declared.
Drew, meanwhile, just watched her—his girl, glowing under the stage lights, singing her heart out.
Then, “Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince” started, and Y/N gave a knowing look toward where they stood. Chase whistled. “Dude, she’s making all of us look bad.”
But it was when she got to “Karma” that Drew felt his heart nearly stop.
“Karma is the guy on your TV screen,” Y/N sang with a playful smirk, her eyes locked on his. The entire cast erupted into cheers, shoving Drew like a bunch of rowdy teenagers.
“That’s you, bro!” Austin hollered, laughing.
Madelyn had her phone out, recording Drew’s reaction, which was a mix of pure joy and a little bit of flustered embarrassment.
The second the lights dimmed and Y/N took her final bow, she barely had time to process the roaring applause before she was stepping offstage—right into Drew’s arms.
Without hesitation, he scooped her up and twirled her around, holding her tight as she laughed, breathless from the performance. The world around them faded as she clung to him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“You were unreal,” Drew murmured against her temple, voice filled with pride.
Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him, her cheeks flushed from the adrenaline. “You think so?”
Instead of answering, Drew leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. The crowd beyond the stage was still screaming, but at that moment, it was just the two of them.
Unbeknownst to them, dozens of fans had their phones out, catching the entire interaction—Y/N rushing offstage, Drew spinning her around like a scene straight out of a movie, their kiss sealing the moment. Within minutes, the videos were flooding Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram. “Drew Starkey being Y/N’s biggest fan? I’m SOBBING.” “The way he twirled her around like she’s the love of his life—oh, I’m not surviving this.”
Blissfully unaware of their viral moment, Drew laced his fingers with Y/N’s and led her backstage, where the rest of the Outer Banks cast was waiting.
“THERE SHE IS!” Rudy shouted, dramatically bowing. “The queen of the night!”
Austin pulled her into a hug while JD clutched his chest. “I think I cried at least twice.”
“You were incredible,” Carlacia said, squeezing her hand.
Madelyn and Madison grinned as they pulled Y/N into a group hug. “And don’t think we didn’t see that moment with Drew,” Madison teased.
Y/N just smiled, sneaking a glance at Drew, who was already looking at her like she was his entire world. If she hadn’t been on cloud nine from the performance, she definitely was now.
“You absolutely killed it,” Madelyn said.
“Best show I’ve been to,” Chase added.
“You’re kind of a rockstar, you know that?” Austin teased, ruffling her hair.
Y/N looked at all of them, then back at Drew, who was still holding her hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against her skin. The warmth of her friends surrounded her, the energy of the night still buzzing in her veins.
“Yeah,” she said, eyes locked on Drew. “I think I kinda am.”
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i was watching back videos from the eras tour and it gave me the idea for this. this is lowkey my favorite thing i’ve written in a while.
let me know if y’all have any requests for either rafe or drew one shots/ blurbs!
DREW STARKEY with CHASE STOKES, JONATHAN DAVISS, CARLACIA GRANT, MADISON BAILEY, and AUSTIN NORTH at Netflix’s ‘End of Summer Bash’ in Los Angeles, California, August 13.
Summary: You're the new girl who works at the Country Club as a waitress. One day, you met there with Topper, Rafe and Kelce while you're working. And you overhear part of their conversation. And as Topper sees you working there, he realizes that his friends are maybe right and he need to change his taste in woman (based on this request)
Warnings: nothing (I guess)
Word count: 1193
Author's note: This is a little short. I'm sorry but I didn't have too much idea and probably not my best work. Also, I probably write black!reader terribly. If I did, I'm really sorry. This is my first time writing black woman. But I'll try to improve. But if anyone has tips or suggestions, I’ll listen to them. And I’ll also try to not inclued skincolor or anything specific in my future fics.
Author's note2: not proofread. Also English is not my first language so maybe there will be mistakes.
Topper Thorton Masterlist
Outer Banks Masterlist
Main Masterlist
You just moved to Outer banks with your family a few weeks ago after your dad got a new job offer. At first, you were really against it. You didn't wanna give up everything you had in New York. You even tried to convince your parents to let you stay there. But of course, they didn't let you stay alone in New York. So, you had to go with them. Say goodbye to your friends. Your job. And everything else you had in New York.
But once, you arrived to Outer banks, you had to realize that maybe it's not gonna be as bad as you first thought. The place seemed pretty nice. Your house was beautiful. And the beach was close to your new home.
The first few weeks, you were busy with unpacking. Then you decided to try to get a new job. Not like you needed to work, your family was wealthy. You had more money than you needed. But your parents didn't raise you like that. Besides, you preferred spending your own money than using your parents’ money. That's why you started working in the first place in New York. And now, you wanted to get a job here in Outer banks too.
Luckily, at the local Country Club, they were looking for a new waiter. You didn't think much about it when you applied for the job. And to your surprise, a few days later, you found out that you got the job.
The first few days were a little hard at the new job, but you got used to it pretty soon. So now, you were working here for a few weeks. Moving between tables with easy, serving customers. Sometimes, you even get a huge tip from men. You couldn’t decide whether you were happy about it or not. Because you were sure that they were giving you that much tip for the service. Their eyes told everything. But you were used to it. You were used to the stares and the whispering, so you learned to ignore it. As long as they didn't get handsy, there wasn’t a problem.
Today was different though. Today was hotter than usual. Which made it a lot worse to be in the working uniform. You already hated that uniform but on hot days it was even worse. Especially because the hot day meant there were more people at the Country Club. More people came to get a drink. You have to serve more people.
More people stared at you, and you had to handle that the people were whispering about you. Some people made comments about your body, your skin color, your hair. No matter what they talked about, whenever you passed by someone made a comment about you. Some comments weren’t that bad, but some were disrespectful. The worst part was that you couldn’t say anything back. You couldn’t risk losing your job.
But then there was this three guy. Who were staring at you since they came to the Country Club and sat down at a table. And whenever you passed by, you heard part of their conversation.
"I'm just saying, Top. Maybe, you should change your taste in women" the guy with the buzzcut said.
"Rafe's right. You were with his sister, Sarah. Then Ruthie. Don't you think it's time for a change?" the third guy asked.
"I don't know, Kelce" the guy, who you assumed is Top said.
"Come on, Topper. We saw how you're eyeing that new waitress" Rafe said.
"I'm not eyeing her" Topper argued.
"Yes, you did" Kelce said.
"Whatever. Let's just pay and go" Topper said as they all stood up.
Rafe put some bills on the table then he looked at Kelce. But Kelce's eyes were on you as you were about to walk past them, with drinks in your hand. Then Kelce looked at Rafe as they were communicating without talking.
The next moment, Kelce and Rafe pushed Topper in your way, but it happened with a little more force than they intended to do it. So, Topper stumbled forward and bumped into you. Which knocked you out of your balance, so you fell and the drinks that you were balancing in your hand spilled into you and your clothes. A few curses left your mouth as you looked at the broken glasses and spilled drink around you. While Topper stared at you with wide eyes.
"I'm so sorry" Topper said then you saw as he reached his hand out to help you up. You looked up at him and accepted his hand "I swear it wasn't my fault. My friends pushed me and..." he stared and pointed behind himself. He even turned around to glare at Rafe and Kelce, but they were long gone.
"It's fine" you said as you let his hand go and grabbed a few napkins from a nearby table to try and dry your shirt with them.
"I'm also sorry for the shirt. And I’m gonna pay for those drinks" Topper said and pointed at the ground.
"You don't need to. But thanks" you said and started picking up the glass shreds from the ground. The next minutes Topper didn't say anything else, he just stared at you "You can stop staring now" you said as you straightened up and catch him staring.
"Sorry. You're just beautiful" Topper said without thinking, catching you off guard with his words.
"Thanks, I guess" you said and felt your face heat up.
"Well, have a nice day" Topper said a little awkwardly as he turned around to leave but he stopped in his tracks. Rafe and Kelce's words rang in his head. They were right. Maybe, he should change his taste in women. Maybe, he should ask you out. After all, what he can lose "Actually, wait" he said as he turned back to you, just in time before you left.
"Yeah?" you asked.
"Would you like to meet sometime?" he asked and your eyes widened a little at the question. But you tried to recover from the shock quickly as you shook your head. Maybe, this was your chance. You should accept it. He was handsome and it’s been a long time since you were on a date.
"Yeah. I'd love to meet" you answered with a small smile.
"Great. Are you free tonight?" he asked and you nodded. You told him when your shift is over and he nodded "Okay. I'll be here when you finish then. To pick you up."
"Okay" you said then you watched as he left.
You didn't expect that your day's gonna go like this. You definitely didn't expect that someone's gonna ask you today. But you were happy that it happened like this.
Meanwhile Kelce and Rafe waited for Topper outside. And when he finally came outside to them, smiling, they knew their plan worked.
"So, how did it go?" Rafe asked.
"Good. But I don't know whether I should hit you guys or thank you because I got a date" Topper said.
"You should definitely thank us because you got a date with the new, hot waiter" Kelce said.
