you’re Kildare sunshine and you’re everything to Rafe, Kelce and Topper — who consider you as their best friend with a lot of mixed feelings. when Rafe hear about what happened to you when you were younger, he feels the urge to proactively revenge you from any man who have hurt you in the past.
warning : mention of sexual assault. fight. angst.
[ part 2 ]
Topper holds him by the collar before punching him again, the man's head tilts, his face already blistered by the first blows from Kelce and Topper. Rafe shakes his head, wiping his nose on his t-shirt, because he absolutely doesn't care about anything right now but beating the shit out of him. he approaches and grabs him by the collar, he crouches down to his level to stare at him. both have their faces covered in blood.
“you don’t know who you messed with. uh Top’?” Rafe asks.
“she’s really important to us.” Topper agrees.
“she’s our girl.” kelce adds.
Rafe smiles as he sees the eyes swollen with the first layer of bruises, he tilts his head, furrowing his brow.
“and somehow you keep lying to us.” rafe says.
The man looks at them each in turn, he remains completely terrified, the waves are breaking a few meters from him, the blood is running on his face.
“she cried, and it’s been… what? 10 years? a little less? no?” topper asks.
kelce leans on him and grabs brutally his hair to look at him.
“would she be still crying if she said yes?” kelce asks.
“and why does she remember nothing about what happened if she said yes.”
rafe frowns, he looks at him, searching for the truth in his petrified eyes, he narrows his eyes, restraining the urge to smash his skull into the sand.
“cause she said yes, right? yeah? that’s what she said, right?” Rafe insists.
the man blinks several times, his heart beats hard and he knows he can't lie anymore. he had never had the leisure, he had only found this solution to try to get out of it.
“at first… and then she changed her mind but i pretended i didn’t —”
before even finishing his sentence, Rafe sends an uppercut under his jaw. his teeth are chattering and he doesn't have time to see Topper and Kelce kicking him. Topper picks him up and hits his head on the ground, he speaks to him but the man doesn't hear.
“i hope you remember clearly this day.” topper yells at him.
Kelce picks him up before kneeing him in the abdomen which sends him back to the ground brutally. Rafe breathes hard, he watches his friends beat this son of a bitch and the rage only builds inside him. he can’t stop thinking about y/n, her blank stare, the silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she passed him earlier in the day. he was unable to pull himself together, he breathed quickly while pacing back and forth. he tries to curb the violent urges he wants to make her suffer.
Rafe picks him up and he gives him a whistling slap, the man opens his eyes wide to meet Rafe's gaze.
Rafe picks him up and he gives him a whistling slap, the man opens his eyes wide to meet Rafe's gaze. he doesn't have time to understand much, Rafe throws him over his knee and when his chest hits Rafe's muscular leg, his breath catches. he has trouble breathing and Rafe picks him up by his hair.
“you’re gonna listen now yea?” rafe asks.
the man starts to speak but Rafe buries his head in the sand, just to make sure he's with his mouth open when he does that. he punches his ribs. Kelce picks him up and looks him in the eyes.
“if you tell anyone about us, we take you to the cops and we’ll have a good time explaining everyone on the island what you did.”
Rafe lets out a grunt as he turns and paces again, still not satisfied with this revenge. y/n deserved better. Topper slaps the man’s cheek several times, blood crackles against his hand.
“you should be happy we didn’t burn that shitty bar of yours.”
Kelce leans over the man, laughing.
“or drown you in the ocean.”
behind them, Rafe is losing control. it's not enough it's never enough. he grabs a stone from the ground, it is quite massive and quite heavy, Rafe lifts it before approaching them.
“lemme finish him.” rafe speaks pushing Topper with one shoulder.
Topper and Kelce's eyes widen when they see him arrive with this stone. there is no doubt that it will kill him if this stone falls on his head. Kelce stops him and Topper takes back this huge stone before throwing it into the water.
Rafe mutters under his breath and he tries to move towards the man to punch him again and again, but Kelce doesn't let him. he tries to hold it back, in vain.
overcome with uncontrollable anger, Rafe stands right above him, he holds him by the t-shirt and hits him again and again on the face, the man is no longer even conscious, he is completely knocked out. topper manages to pull him and push him further.
requested: yes; anon asked “hi! can i make a request for a topper imagine. something like after sarah breaks his heart and you try to be there for him even though you’re a pogue so he’s an ass at first but then he just wants someone to listen to him and eventually he’s all crazy for you. fluffy? maybe a little smutty?”
warnings: angry!topper, verbal abuse(?), slight violence, angst, swearing, fluffy soft topper, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT AT THE END, unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), spanking
author’s note: this is unedited because it’s long as hell and i’m lazy but yeah, hope you enjoy🤪 i also think i went a little off from the request but i tried to keep it as close as possible!
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You were at work when your phone started ringing in the break room. You were sat at a table, munching on a salad for lunch. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw Kiara’s name across the top. The Pogues and you had an agreement not to call each other work unless it was important. You slid your finger across the bottom to answer and swallowed your bite of food.
“Kie? Everything okay?” you said as you held the phone to your ear.
“No everything is not okay!” she exclaimed loudly on the other end. You pulled the phone away from your ear in shock before bringing it back. “John B just brought Sarah Cameron over here. They’ve been macking behind our backs and he lied about it!”
Your eyebrows furrowed and you dropped the plastic fork into your bowl. Topper and Sarah had just gone to Midsummers together. You’d just seen them at the country club the other day because, as fate would have it, they got sat in your section. You had to watch them disgustingly flirt across the table the whole time you tried to wait on them.
“She was cheating on Topper?” you more so stated than asked in realization.
“Yes! He broke the most sacred rule, Y/N. Pogues don’t lie to other Pogues!” she shouted. You understood that she was more concerned with their friendgroup, but your mind traveled elsewhere.
You remembered seeing Topper arrive at the club shortly before you went on break. He met up with Kelce and Rafe to golf for the day. You needed to talk to him - make sure he was okay. He was supposed to be your sworn enemy by most standards, but you hated that damn rivalry. You didn’t understand why you all just couldn’t get along.
“I’ll deal with John B later,” you reassured the raging girl on the other end of the phone. Being one year older than them all, you’d been made honorary ‘mom friend’ of the group. You typically handled drama amongst the teenagers. “I gotta go, Kie. I’ll call you when I get off.”
Kiara bid you goodbye and you quickly hung up. You stood from the table and tossed the rest of your salad in the trash; it wasn’t that great anyway. You exited the break room and made your way to the dining area of the club. It was fairly empty, only a few tables occupied by club members. You spotted the back of a frosted tipped head at the bar and made your way over to him.
Topper was getting a few beers for him and the guys before they headed out on the course for the day. No one ID’d him, of course. The members of the club paid enough money to oversee this type of thing. Everyone just looked the other way.
“Hey, Topper, can I talk to you?” you asked as you came to his side.
He glanced at you with a furrowed brow and scoffed, turing back to the bartender, “Do I have a choice?”
You ignored the question and way he tried to brush you off. You shifted your weight on your feet and said, “I heard about Sarah. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Topper froze completely in his spot. He knew word was going to get around eventually, it was inevitable and obvious. Though, he wasn’t expecting you to walk right up to him and say something about it - putting salt in an open wound. He slowly turned to look at you with a stone cold expression on his face.
“Why would you ask me that?” he practically growled, handing shooting out and gripping harshly onto your upper arm. “Did you come over here to gloat? Make fun of me? Rub it in my face that your little friend’s been hoeing around with my girl?”
“No I-” you winced as Topper squeezed your arm harder, “Topper you’re hurting me.”
The tall Kook released your arm, realization crossing his face but it was quickly replaced with a scowl again. The bartender put the beers on the bar and he practically threw the cash across the bar at him. He grabbed the beverages and turned to you again.
“I have your job in the palm of my hand, Y/N, don’t ever talk to me about that again,” Topper spat before walking away.
You had a frown etched into your features as you watched the blonde go. Your hand massaged the spot he’d grabbed subconsciously. When he was out of sight you dropped your hand to your side and sulked back to the break room. You were going to spend the fifteen minutes left of your break wishing you’d just kept your mouth shut.
•
The next time you saw Topper was at a Boneyard kegger. You hadn’t seen him at the club since that day. You hoped you never did. You desperately needed that job to keep you and your mom on your feet. You’d never be able to find another job that paid that well, especially if your boss spread word that you messed with the Thornton boy.
You made your way towards the kegs for a refill when a group of guys turned with freshly filled cups. You’d had your eyes cast downward on your feet as you tried not to trip in the sand. You nearly ran into someone’s chest when you looked up into the face of the boy you were trying to avoid.
“T-Topper,” you stuttered, taking a step back when you realized how close you were. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Clearly,” Rafe snickered to your left, sauntering off with Kelce somewhere. Probably to find their next innocent and oblivious hookup to add to the notch on their belts.
You ignored the self proclaimed ‘Kook King’ and stared up at Topper. His jaw was set as he stared down at you. His eyes were swimming with something you couldn’t pin point. Regret? Guilt, maybe?
“You come over here to try and get me to talk about my feelings again?” he mumbled, raising the cup to his lips to take a large drink.
“No.. I just- Look Top, I’m sorry.”
Topper scoffed and rolled his eyes. His shoulder bumped yours as he walked past, but not before adding, “Stay the hell away from me.”
Pope, who’d been at the kegs handing out beers, came to your side immediately upon seeing you frown. The two of you watched the boy make his way to his friends and other Kooks.
“You okay?” the dark skinned boy asked, now looking down at you.
“Yeah.. Yeah, I’m fine,” you forced a smile to your lips and handed your empty cup over to be filled.
Unbeknownst to you, Topper watched you all night. He didn’t understand why you cared. He didn’t understand how you could still be so nice to him with the way him and his friends treated you and your friends. It was frustrating, really, this feeling in his chest that was pulling him towards you. Something about the way you looked at him, the way you were soft spoken but strong willed at the same time. He couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to let you in.
•
It was a gorgeous morning. The sun had just completely revealed itself from the horizon, not a cloud in the sky. The waves were especially good. That’s how you found yourself down at the beach on Figure Eight. Their beaches weren’t as crowded since, let’s face it, the Kooks didn’t give a damn about surfing. You had a whole mile stretch to yourself. The only people you saw were a few joggers and dog walkers.
Your surf board glided through the waves effortlessly. You practiced some of the tricks JJ had been teaching you, nearly losing balance a handful of times. One wave took you by surprise and you tumbled through the water. You came up for air, choking on sea water, lungs burning. You could feel your muscles screaming at you despite the saltwater making your body feel exceptionally light.
You climbed back up onto your board, wiping your eyes and try and rid them of the burning sensation. You blinked away the mix of tears and seawater, looking towards the beach when you saw a familiar frosted tipped head. He stood shirtless, arms by his sides as he stared at you - a small smile on his lips that you couldn’t see from so far away.
As you slid onto your stomach and began paddling back to shore, you were half expecting Topper to leave. You were surprised when he didn’t, instead walking closer to you as the waves crashed around your legs when you stood.
“Didn’t know you were so good at that,” it was a half-assed compliment, but you still smiled.
“You wouldn’t know, it’s a Pogue sport,” you teased breathlessly.
Topper rolled his eyes, this time playfully as a smile again tugged at his lips. He watched as you stuck your board in the sand and undid the ankle strap. You sat down to take some relief off your aching legs and leant back against your palms.
“What’re you doing on this side of town?” he asked as he came down to sit beside you, keeping a good amount of distance between the two of you.
“The beach is less crowded over here. It’s easier to surf without worrying about getting run over by someone else,” you replied, looking over at the dirty blonde.
Topper’s skin was glistening with sweat and his muscles looked taught - not that you were paying attention. You figured he’d been on a run before stopping to talk to you. Only God knows why after the way he’d been treating you.
“You know, I didn’t mean the things I said to you,” his voice was softer now. His blue eyes met yours for a moment before he was looking back out at the water. “I guess.. I was just so angry at Sarah and John B. You’re his friend so I took my anger out on you.”
“Apology accepted,” you replied with a smile, even though he hadn’t outright said he was sorry. Topper’s gaze locked on yours and a genuine smile crossed his lips.
The two of you sat on the beach for hours, time slipping away from you as you talked. He opened up to you about Sarah and how heartbroken he was. He told you how his attachment to her was unhealthy and he wasn’t even sure if he was truly happy with her. He told you how he’s just ready to move on and figure out what real love is.
He opened up about his mom and how she expected so much from him. You realized the boy boy had a lot of pressure on him. He was going through more than a lot of people knew about, even his own friends. But you noticed how he sat up straighter and seemed more relaxed the more he talked. He was smiling and laughing with you, something you never thought you’d be able to say. You saw a twinkle in his eye that hadn’t been there before and it made your heart swell.
•
You and Topper had been hanging out quite regularly. He’d meet up with you after you got off work and you’d grab lunch or take a walk on the beach if it was late. You’d take long drives on your days off, windows down with music playing softly as you talked about everything - or nothing at all. He’d even helped your mom fix her car when it broke down on her way to work. It surprised you that he even knew anything about cars, thinking he just threw money at someone to fix whatever problem he had.
The Pogues didn’t know about your newfound friendship with the Kook. They assumed you were busy with work and your mom. Occasionally you had to pick up some extra shifts so your absence was nothing new to them.
The Kooks heard you’d been hanging around with Topper but no one had really seen it with their own eyes. They were whispers of gossip in the dark started by older folks seeing the two of you at the club or on the beach. Rafe had tried to ask his best friend about it but was brushed off as if he didn’t know what he was talking about.
When you showed up at the Boneyard for - yes, another party - with the blue eyed boy, everyone’s attention was on you. You were linked arm in arm as you treaded the sand down to the crowd of people. The whispers and quiet murmurs started. It was eerily quiet - those parties were never quiet.
The Pogues were by the kegs, staring wide eyed and mouth opened at the two of you. You could practically feel the uncomfort coming from John B and Sarah. If looks could kill, Rafe would have killed you both, Kelce stood beside him with his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
“Well this couldn’t be any more awkward,” Topper muttered, trying to stifle a laugh.
“It was your idea to come together,” you whispered back, glancing over at your friends, “They’re looking at me like I just killed their puppy.”
The two of you erupted into a fit of giggles, making your way to the kegs. Pope filled up a cup and hesitated as he handed it over to Topper. You kept the smile on your face as you looked between the Pogues. You took the next cup and took a sip as the tall boy unlinked his arm from yours.
“I’m gonna go talk to Rafe before he has an aneurysm,” he muttered in your ear, hand lingering on your lower back.
You hummed in response and nodded, watching him walk over to the Kooks before you turned back to your friends. Still, they were staring at you. Mixed looks of surprise, disapproval and betrayal.
“What the hell was that?” JJ was the first to open his mouth.
You shrugged a bit and smiled around the rim of your cup as you took another sip of the bitter liquid.
Kiara sat herself on one of the kegs and added, “Dont play coy with us, Y/L/N. What’s going on?”
“We’re just hanging out! It’s not a big deal,” you exasperated, free hand slapping against your thigh after you threw it up.
“You’re fucking Topper now?” John B asked, standing behind JJ with a disgusted look on his face. “That’s why you’ve been so MIA lately?”
You turned to the curly haired brunette and raised an eyebrow. A sarcastic smile painted itself across your lips and you tilted your head. “I don’t think you have much room to talk, do you? We’re not fucking. Don’t be an asshole,” you retorted.
A silence fell over your group, an uncomfortable one. You weren’t one to talk to friends in such a way but they’d backed you into a corner. They were trying to interrogate you, but John B was also running around with a Kook and even helped her cheat. You weren’t going to let them judge your choices when they weren’t much better.
As soon as Topper walked up to his friends, Rafe couldn’t help the words flying from his mouth, “So you hang out with Pogues now?”
The shorter male scoffed and shook his head, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He brought the cup he was holding up to his lips to keep himself from spewing a harsh remark in return.
“I mean, if you’re just fucking her, it’s cool bro, do what you want. But you two sure did seem coupled up. You don’t want some Pogue slut ruining your reputation, Top-”
“Don’t talk about her like that, man,” Topper snapped, staring his friend in the eye. Rafe raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. Kelce stood awkwardly to the side, not wanting to include himself or pick sides between his friends.
“She’s not a slut and she’s not just some Pogue,” Topper continued to defend you, turning to look over his shoulder at you. He could tell your discussion with the Pogues was heated by the way you were talking with your hand and the clench of your jaw. “She’s a cool girl. She takes care of her shit and doesn’t let people’s opinions of her, change how she carries herself. Maybe if you actually got to know her instead of judging where she came from, you’d see that too,” he continued, looking at Rafe again.
The brunette Kook held his hands up defensively and muttered something like okay man, whatever. Topper turned to look at you once more, catching your gaze. You sent him a small smile and a single nod. He did the same. Despite how your friend’s felt from both sides, the two of you didn’t care. You were like two magnets being drawn together, a feeling neither of you had ever experienced before.
•
Your shift had just ended and walked out the doors to see the familiar Jeep parked out by the curb. You smiled and walked over, pulling the passenger side door open and climbing into the vehicle. Your hair had started to fall out of the ponytail you were wearing and you probably smelt of all the food you’d been handling all day. You rubbed a hand over your face tiredly and leant back in the seat.
Topper sat in the driver’s seat, taking a moment to stare at you before driving away. He had a small smile on his face when your eyes met. You let out a soft laugh and covered your face with your hand, mumbling, “What?”
The Kook shook his head, feeling his cheeks heat up at being caught. He bit the inside of his bottom lip as he pulled the car away from the curb and started driving. You turned to look out the window and noticed he was taking you farther into Figure Eight instead of the usual way to your house.
“Where are we going?” you asked and turned to look at him again. The sun was setting and casting a beautiful glow over Topper’s face. His tan skin being illuminated by the orange light made his eyes impossibly bluer.
“My mom’s on the mainland for work so I figured we could hang at my place,” he responded, glancing over at you. “If that’s okay! I didn’t even ask.”
You hummed and nodded, eyes drifting back out to the houses flying by. You’d only been to Topper’s house one other time since you’d started hanging out. You knew what it looked like though. The Pogues liked to crash house parties often and his had been one of them many times.
You arrived at the large house fairly quickly and Topper let you inside. You kicked off your work shoes by the door and followed him up the staircase. He opened his bedroom door and walked in ahead of you, quickly picking up some of his discarded clothes and tossing them in his hamper in the corner. The room was very minimalistic and tidy, probably his mother’s doing.
You walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the sea foam green colored duvet. He wiped the palms of his hands on his shorts and turned to you. Your hands were clasped together in your lap as your eyes traveled around the room. You looked so tiny compared to the large mattress and he could tell you were a bit uncomfortable - not wanting to dirty his space.
“You can take a shower. I know you probably want to,” Topper suggested, walking across the room and opening the door to his attached bathroom.
“Oh I- uh, I don’t have any clothes.”
Topper waved his hand in dismissal and opened up the bottom drawer of his dresser. He pulled out a pair of old basket shorts and a t-shirt. He put them on the counter in the bathroom and turned to you with a raised brow.
“I guess I don’t have an excuse now, huh?” you chuckled and stood up, entering the large bathroom.
“If you need anything just gimme me a shout,” he told you with a smile before stepping out of the bathroom and shutting the door.
You turned on the shower and got it to the right temperature, taking off your clothes and slipping under the stream of water. You let out a content sigh and basked in the warmth for a minute. The water pressure was so much better than what you got on the South side.
You quickly washed your hair with some of his shampoo and shockingly, conditioner. Most boys wouldn’t have that product. His body wash was sandlewood scented and you used your hands to clean your sweaty skin. You took an extra minute to make sure you were rinsed completely before turning off the water.
You grabbed a towel and thoroughly dried your body before stepping out and slipping on Topper’s shorts. They were big on you but thankfully didn’t fall off your hips. You slipped his shirt over your head and smiled softly as his scent swirled around you. You skipped out on undergarments - considering you didn’t have fresh ones, but you were comfortable enough around the Thornton boy to go without.
You opened the door while towel drying your hair and found Topper sat against his headboard. He’d changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and one of his old Kook Academy t-shirts. He was scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a good movie to put on when his eyes traveled to you. His breath hitched at the sight of you in his clothes, wet hair dampening the maroon colored material.
It’s as if his eyes were glued to your body, frozen on the bed with the remote clasped tightly in his hands. You tossed the towel into Topper’s hamper and made your way to the bed. His gaze was still on you as you stopped at the end and you chuckled.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased, climbing up onto the bed and crawling towards the pillows.
“Don’t tempt me.”
You were still on your hands and knees when you looked to the tan boy. He was staring back at you with an unreadable expression. His eyes were a darker, stormy blue. His eyes flickered between yours as he had an internal battle with himself. They drifted to your lips as you pulled your bottom one between your teeth.
“Can I kiss you?” Topper’s voice was softer now, eyes meeting yours once again.
“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied through a grin and shuffled closer to him.
The Kook’s hands dropped the remote, one finding the back of your neck and the other meeting your waist. Your lips met awkwardly at first, noses bumping. You pulled back with a soft laugh and tilted your head, leaning in slowly this time. The kiss was soft and tentative. Your lips moved together in synchronized motions.
Topper’s hands pulled you closer until you were sitting on his lap. The room was heating up by the second as your hands roamed the toned planes of his chest over his shirt. You tongue swiped at his lips while tilting your head to deepen the kiss. His large hands wrapped around your hips before sliding up and feeling at your waist.
You hadn’t realized you’d started to grind down against the Thornton boy until you shifted and made contact with his half hard cock. He gasped into your mouth and pulled away from your lips. His pupils were blown wide and his cheeks were pink. You looked something similar, lips swollen from the pressure of his against yours. He had grabbed onto your hips tightly and held them while his chest moved with his soft pants.
“Y/N..” Topper hesitated. He didn’t want you to feel like this is all he wanted. The two of you had spent so much time together, he felt so stupid to shut the idea of being with you down all those times just because you were a Pogue. You knew him better than his own mother at this point. You helped him get over Sarah and learn to love himself again - and in turn, start to fall in love with you. He didn’t want you to feel like his rebound or a fling. He wanted you; all of you.
Your read Topper’s thoughts through his eyes, feeling your heart swell. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks and bent down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Your mouth trailed down his jaw until your soft breath was at his ear, making a shiver run down his spine.
“I want you, Topper,” you whispered, a hint of desperation laced in your tone.
The sound of you saying those words alone had his cock fully erect. A low growl sounded in his chest when you ground your hips against him once again. He flipped the two of you, your head nestled in the pillows as he hovered over you. Your legs were bent at the knees at both sides of his hips and his pressed his length against your clothed heat. You mewled at the touch, fingers sliding into the frosted tips of his hair.
He dipped his head and attached his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks into your delicate skin. Your head tilted to him better access fingers tugging as his soft locks as he found your sweet spot. Topper groaned softly, one hand sliding under your - his - shirt. His thumb and pointer finger rolled your perked nipple, causing your back to arch.
“Stop teasing,” you whined as he lifted his head and smirked down at you.
“Patience, babygirl,” Topper muttered, pushing himself up onto his knees. He pulled his shirt off your body and hummed as he took in the sight of your exposed chest.
The obvious tent in sweatpants made your mouth water. You reached down and wrapped your hand around his clothed cock, palming him through the garnments. He let out a strangled groan as he twitched in your hand. He quickly ripped off his own shirt, giving you a chance to admire his muscular body as he worked on getting your shorts off.
Topper couldn’t hold back anymore. He’d been longing for this moment since he realized his feelings for Sarah had diminished. You’d been waiting for this moment since he apologized at the club. You’d always found him attractive and as the two of you got closer, your feelings for him only intensified.
“You’re already wet and I’ve barely started,” he breathed as he spread your legs open for him and admired your glistening pussy.
You bit your lip and tried to get Topper’s sweatpants down his legs but from your angle, it was almost impossible. You huffed in frustration and laid back against the pillows.
“Topper, I’ve been waiting for this for too long. Please, take your pants off and fuck me already.”
The Kook didn’t argue. He wanted nothing more than to lay down and devoure you of everything you had; make you cum repeatedly on his tongue. But with the way you were practically begging for his cock and dripping arousal on his duvet, he couldn’t wait to fuck you into next week.
He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down far enough for his cock to spring free, not even bothering to take them off completely. He hooked one of your legs over his forearm and tapped the head of his length against your clit then dragged it through your folds to your entrance. The corners of his lips twitched up as your juices coated him. He guided himself inside of you slowly then put that hand on your hip.
A soft moan left your lips as Topper filled you up, sighing in relief when he bottom out and held your hips as close to him as he could. He had his jaw clenched, eyelids fluttering as your walls hugged him perfectly.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned softly as he began thrusting slowly. He’d pull back until the head of his cock was the only thing inside of you, then press the whole length of himself back into you.
You whimpered in response, displeased with his slow pace. Your hands traveled up the expanse of his abs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When you reached his pecks you dragged your nails back down.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Top, please. I need more,” you begged the gorgeous boy above you.
His eyes left where the two of your bodies met and locked on yours. They were cloudy with arousal and a smirk spread across his lips, replying, “As you wish, princess.”
Topper’s hips snapped forward as he started fucking you faster. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as well as your moans. The grip he had on your hip was bruising tight and his cock was brushing your g-spot with every thrust. He grunted as he moved your leg and put your ankle over his shoulder, bearing his weight on his free hand.
You brought your other leg around his hip, crying out as he started pounding against your g-spot now. The coil in your stomach was winding up fast. Topper felt your pussy clenching around him and he moaned.
“Gonna cum on my cock already, baby?” he asked, bringing his hand off of your hip to rub quick circles against your clit with his thumb. He watched your eyes roll back, mouth falling open as pornographic, sinful moans escaped you. “That’s it, cum for me, Y/N.”
Your legs shook as the euphoric orgasm wracked your body. Topper slowed his thrusts as you road out your high bending down and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You whined and arched into his mouth, nails scratching at his shoulder blades.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving your body cold and empty. You opened your eyes to see him shimmying out of his sweatpants and boxers. He was lazily stroking himself with one and the other grabbed your leg to turn you over.
“Hands and knees, babygirl,” he demanded, pulling your hips up once you were on your stomach.
You had barely gotten your knees situated before he was plunging his length back inside of you. You propped yourself on your elbows and gasped as he set a brutal pace, one hand pressing into your lower back on the spine. Watching your ass bounce with each of his thrusts had Topper in a daze. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your bottom half and his other hand came down on one of your asscheeks roughly, causing him to groan as he watched it shake.
At this angle you could feel him so much deeper than before. All of your senses were on overdrive after your first orgasm, now he was slamming against your g-spot at an ungodly pace. Your second orgasm was approaching faster and faster and you couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching right around him.
“Yes, fuck yes! Right there, Topper, don’t stop!” you moaned out, the side of your face pressed into the bed and muffling your voice slightly.
The Kook let out an animalistic moan, hands gripping tightly to your hips as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. They were getting sloppy, but he tried to keep his pace the same, letting his head fall back as he felt his own release approaching.
“F-Fuck,” Topper groaned, squeezing onto your hips, “I’m gonna fill up this tight pussy, baby. Shit, I’m cumming.”
The two of you released almost at the same time, you reaching your second high just before him. A cry of his name left your lips as your juices coated his swelling cock. His hips stuttered as thick ropes of his cum filled you up. He slowed down, using your tight walls to milk himself as he chanted your name like a mantra.
You fell limp on the bed, causing Topper’s softening cock to slip out of you. He watched his cum slowly drip out of you, making a mess onto your abused cunt and his bed. He got up from the bed and went to his bathroom to grab a washcloth. He came back and gently cleaned you up then himself.
The Thornton boy helped maneuver you under his sheets, smiling at the dazed look in your eyes. He stripped the comforter off his bed and made a mental note to wash it in the morning before climbing under the sheets beside you.
He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head when you rested it on his chest. He brushed your hair off your shoulder and let his fingertips trace gentle patterns onto your bare skin. The silence didn’t bother either of you - just content being in each other’s embrace.
“Hey, Top?” you muttered sleepily into the golden skin of his chest. He hummed in response and you continued, “I really like you.”
Topper couldn’t hold back the grin that invaded his face, throwing his head back for a second in joy.
“Hey, Y/N?” he copied you, waiting for you to hum in response before he tilted your chin up. He planted a loving kiss against your lips then the tip of your nose and whispered, “I really like you too.”
Summary: Could you do one where the reader and topper are dating and it’s when topper takes the fall for Sarah and the readers a sad girl because realization hits for why he did it 👉🏾👈🏾 REQUESTED by @princezukohere
HI! I don’t know if this is what you meant! But I hope you like it!!
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You loved Sarah. She was one of your best friends, but you couldn’t condone what she did to Topper. How could she do that to him? While she was off with John B, you spent time putting Topper back together. You cared about him and you didn’t want to see him spiral. However, as you helped him heal, you began to fall for him little by little. You knew how wrong it was, but you didn’t get to control who you fell in love with.
A few days after the breakup, Topper made the first move. It was sweet and spare of the moment. One moment you were laughing with him, the next his lips were on yours. It was the final blow, you couldn’t resist anymore. For you, this was real. You couldn’t say the same thing for him though. Even though you knew that he was using you as a rebound, you chose not to believe it because those days with him were the best ones you had ever had.
You were staying the night at Kelce’s house with Topper when Kelce woke you two up. Your groaned and yawned, stretching as you flickered your eyes open. Topper smiled at you as you woke up.
“You won’t believe who I got down the hall, bro,” Kelce said. You looked at him confused, standing up with Topper to follow Kelce. He explains to us that he was just eating cereal when he looked up to see the intruder. He knocked on the door and John B’s voice rang out from the other side of the door. You had a bad feeling about what was going on, but Topper had this look on his face.
“Hey sweetheart, go get the police,” he said. You looked at him and nodded, but you felt conflicted. Sarah obviously saw something in John B and you didn’t think he was a bad person. However, with all the rumors floating around, you didn’t know what to believe. You didn’t think he actually killed the sheriff, but you didn’t know him. You ran out the front door and left the boys to guard him.
You alerted the police that you knew where John B was and that you guys had him locked up in Kelce’s house. Shoupe stared at you for a moment before having you lead the way. You bit your lips together and walked back to Kelce’s house. When you got there, Kelce was waiting outside for you and Shoupe. You listened to Kelce tell the officer what had happened, but really you were worried about Topper. You wondered what was going on inside without your knowledge. You wondered if they were talking about Sarah.
Sarah… Your mind crept back to her as you realized what you were doing. What were you doing? How would Sarah take this? Even though you hadn’t seen her much since she started dating John, she was still your best friend. She was horribly supportive of you, no matter what, even if that meant dating her ex-boyfriend. You couldn’t help feeling like you were betraying her by doing this. Kelce showed Shoupe the way in and I followed shortly behind him.
Everything else happened so quickly. You listened to Top tell Shoupe to show no mercy and frowned. He grabbed your hand and led you outside. You looked at how tense Topper was and gave his hand a squeeze but it didn’t seem to help. You waited outside with the boys and then Shoupe came back out. He announced that John had gotten away through a vent in the room. You could see the tension across Topper’s face as everyone dispersed and looked for him. Rafe and Kelce went off in one direction, leaving you and Top alone. You were walking around when Top’s eyes caught something, someone. Sarah was biking away. Without even telling you he was leaving, he began to follow her. You stared at his back before running after the two.
The bell tower stood in front of you. You grabbed Topper’s wrist, frowning at him. The way he looked at Sarah still killed you, but maybe he was just concerned. Just because he was worried, didn’t mean that he was still in love with her. He looked at you and told you to get the cops. He told you not to follow him and that broke your heart. You watched as he tried to push you away. You weren’t about to run along though. You already got the cops once tonight and you didn’t want to leave Topper with those two.
You watched as Top climbed up to the top of the tower and heard John B yell. You heard Top say that he just wanted to talk to Sarah. You could feel your heart aching. He hopped up and you climbed up after him. Sarah looked at you and you looked at her. She knew you were hurting by the way Topper was acting and she hated seeing you like this. Topper was the first guy you had liked in a while and she saw how he was tearing you apart right now. You listened to everyone argue for a little bit, but you never spoke up. Then something unpredictable happened. You watched as Topper grabbed onto the rope and pulled it, causing the bell to ring out through the night. He started yelling and John grabbed him. He yelled at Topper to shut up and grabbed onto his face.
“Top, stop!” I said speaking for the first time. He looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was just some stranger next to him.
I listened to Sarah as she kept insisting that John B was innocent, but Topper wouldn’t listen. Top asked her who did it then and Sarah told us it was Rafe. She told us she was there. She asked him why she would lie about that.
“Sarah, you gotta realize that he doesn't love you,” Topper said. I knew where this was going, but I didn’t stop him. “He doesn't love you. It's me that does. He doesn't love you like I do, okay? And I can prove it.”
Sarah looked at you as he said that. She watched you take a few steps back, your heart breaking as you hugged yourself. You were a distraction. You were nothing more than a rebound to him. He loves her.
“Sarah, look at me. Just let me prove it to you,” he said desperately. You watched as he would do anything for her. He swapped clothes with John B and as he was doing so, Sarah walked over.
“Y/n,” she said. She placed her hand on your shoulder, but you brushed it off. You knew it wasn’t her fault, but your emotions got the best of you. You gave her your sweatshirt and shook your head. You didn’t want to talk right now.
Then they were gone, leaving Topper and you. You walked down the ladder and he called out for you. He tried to say your name, but was cut off by the sound of Shoupe outside the tower. You ignored him and kept walking. You walked out and Topper came out too. The cops had their guns drawn, but Top held up his hands. He told him not to shoot and that it was Topper not John. The sheriff looked at us as we walked out and sighed. Topper told Shoupe that he had no idea what had just happened. He asked him if this is how they treated people who were just trying to help. Then, two officers were putting us in the back of a cop car to go to the station to talk.
“Y/n…” he said softly. He looked at the hurt on your face as you stared out the window. “Y/n… talk to me. I-I-”
“Just stop, Topper,” you said. It came out desperately, almost like a beg. You couldn’t stand to listen to him right now. You didn’t want to know what he was going to say. You just knew that he had broken your heart.
you’re Kildare sunshine and you’re everything to Rafe, Kelce and Topper — who consider you as their best friend with a lot of mixed feelings. when Rafe hear about what happened to you when you were younger, he feels the urge to proactively revenge you from any man who have hurt you in the past.
warning : mention of sexual assault. fight. angst.
[ part 1 ]
Sitting in the car, Rafe lights a bowl of his bong before removing it to suck in the smoke. he sighs and topper coughs trying to clear the smoke. Night fell and the boys didn't move. they ate in the car, packages are lying on the carpets, Kelce has stretched his legs between Rafe and Topper, everyone has their eyes glued to the bar. background music resonates in the smoke-filled cabin. Rafe turns to hand Kelce the bong, he coughs hitting his chest, he gives him a lighter. at the same time, a door opens and Topper stands up, he nudges Rafe who has his eyes fixed on him. Kelce showed them several times this man who had been serving several tables earlier in the evening.
“let’s jump on him right now.” Rafe speaks.
they leave the car, when the doors slam, the man turns, surprised to see three men heading towards him.
“you knew this day would come don’t you?” rafe smiles.
Rafe walks towards him, he is a little further ahead than the others. Topper clenches his jaw, he glares at him and Kelce catches up with Rafe, his fists clenched, the same unhealthy grin on his lips. ready to do anything to defend their best friend y/n.
“who are you ?” the man’s voice shakes and Rafe giggles amused.
“bet he was looking less dumb and more manly when she was 14, yeah?” he laughs.
“you remember her? y/n?”
a heavy silence hangs between them, the man stares at them, breathless, he stands stupidly, speechless. Rafe narrows his eyes, he tries to read his gaze, Topper tilts his head while Kelce moves a little closer. the man has a slight nervous laugh that escapes his lips, as he tries to avoid their gaze. Topper and Kelce exchange a look as Rafe feels the pressure building in his skull, his eyelid flutters nervously and he narrows one eye before leaning towards the man, who only sees him as an unstable and potentially dangerous man.
“you think it’s a joke ? you think the three of us came just to tell you a joke in a dark corner?” rafe asks.
he grabs him by the collar and his fists clench, gripping his skin abruptly. Rafe stands him up and looks him straight in the eyes, their proximity is disturbing but Rafe tries to know what y/n could have found in him, even if it was a distant day.
“but first, let’s take a walk.” rafe smiles.
he pushes him against topper who straightens him before grabbing him to head down a path that leads them to a narrower beach. few people go there, especially at this time of the night. the man looks around him, convinced that he is going to be killed here, three men against him alone, he had no chance.
Rafe was muttering things under his breath as he walked forward, his shoulders tense, he took big steps, he looked frankly disturbed and the man felt almost reassured by Topper's brutal embrace holding him by the back of the t-shirt. Kelce glares at him as if to remind him that he must not try to escape where hostilities would break out more quickly than expected. he was convinced that he was heading towards forced drowning, he was completely petrified, but his tongue was loose.
“i know her, i know her— but she was okay— she said yes— it’s not my fault she’s a fuckin bitch.”
Rafe stops in his tracks, ready to explode on the spot for daring to say his words. He turns and Kelce holds him before telling him to calm down. Topper pushes him to the ground, he leans towards him, his gaze blank.
“so you know her— she said yes, so everything went good? that’s what you say?” topper asks.
“yeah and she forgot everything cause you didn’t fuckin break her—” Rafe yells.
kelce tries to contain him, but rafe is nothing more than a ball of fury. his pupils dilated because of the drug, Rafe is now only directed by this dark voice which whispers to him to torture him violently.
“Rafe, control yourself — remember what we said earlier.”
the man can feel a shiver run down his spine. everything is absolutely terrifying, Rafe who reveals himself as a man of uncontrollable violence, and the fact that they had prepared a plan for a surely dark and violent objective. he knows at this exact moment he had to tell the truth even if it might destroy his life.
Kelce pushes Rafe to the ground, his black gaze never leaves the man, he spits on the ground before running a hand through his hair to compose himself. topper grabs the man's t-shirt to pull it up.
“what did you do to her?” Topper asks.
he looks him in the eyes and his Olympian calm is very disturbing, he frowns slightly.
“nothing— she said yes.” the man stutters.
“fuckin liar!” rafe yells.
Rafe violently pushes Kelce out of his grip and he approaches to lift him with one hand, he pins him against the rock. his head hits the cold stone brutally. his gaze his lost and his breathe is heavy.
“i already know what you did.” his words are clear and calms, sending pure fear in the man brain.
in a last breath of survival, the man headbutts Rafe who steps back, completely dazed, he has bitten his lip during the hit, his nose is starting to bleed. his vision becomes blurry for a few seconds. Kelce catches him before the man tries to run away, he shakes his head, his lips murmur a sound that lets him know he won't escape at all.
“you really shouldn’t have done that.” Kelce laughs before pushing him against the hard wall of stone behind him.
