Topper Thornton X Reader - Tumblr Posts

this is so gooodddd, loved it sm 💕💕

Secret relationship with Topper :)

pairing(s): topper thornton x pogue!reader, spy!rafe and spy!kelce

wc: 0.9k

a/n: ooouu thanks for the request babes!

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Living on a small island with a big secret was hard. Everyone knew everyone in the Outer Banks, so keeping your relationship with Topper under wraps was challenging. The bare minimum became difficult to manage, as the two of you usually planned to go to the mainland just for a nice day out.

You could say you both learned to enjoy time inside the comforts of your homes, while your parents were away especially. It wasn’t common that you went to Topper’s house, as you made it clear that his mom scared the shit out of you since she had a strong hatred towards pogues. Deep down he knew it too, and he didn’t want to put you in that position anyway.

Which left the two of you to hang out at your house on the Cut. It wasn’t bad. Your mom did what she could with the landscaping every now and then to make the house look approachable. But seeing as she was gone working most of the time, it worked in your favor.

Topper had texted you when you woke up saying he’d be over soon and just had a stop to make on the way. You hummed in confusion, replying back to ask him where but he insisted it was a surprise. No sight was better than seeing your face light up at something, so he did what he could to ensure it happened frequently.

Topper walked into a local restaurant to pick up some brunch for the two of you. “Hey, Topper. What can I get for you today?” The woman asked from behind the counter.

“I actually ordered it ahead. Should be under Thornton.” He informed.

“Oh!” She remembered, retrieving the large brown bag that held your food and placing it on the counter.

“Brunch for two, huh? Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Uhh, no one.” Topper stammered. “My parents asked me to pick it up.”

“Hm, okay.” She hummed. “Have a nice day, Topper.”

“You too.”

Topper made a dash out the door and to his Jeep. So quickly, in fact, he didn’t notice Rafe and Kelce hiding their faces behind menus in one of the booths. As the two boys heard the door close, they peeked at one another above their menus. “He’s lying.” Kelce accused.

“He said he was going to help his dad on the mainland today. And I already saw his dad leave this morning.” Rafe pointed out.

“Well, should we follow him?” Kelce suggested.

Rafe sighed. “Fuck it. Why not.” The boys got up quickly, slapping some cash on their table and heading out to Rafe’s truck. “Let’s find out where you’re really going, Thornton.”

-

Topper played some music as he drove the normal route to your house. The normal route being more of a back way, just to be sure nobody saw his car driving through the Southside. Not only did you have Topper’s parents and friends to hide from, but yours as well. You didn’t even want to think about what the pogue’s reactions would be if they found out.

Topper parked in his usual place down the street, Rafe parking even further behind him. “Wait.” Kelce cautioned, seeing Topper get out with the bag of food and walk to your house. “We don’t wanna get caught right away. Let’s see who it is first.”

“Fine. But I bet you $50 it’s a girl.”

“Whatever.” Kelce replied. “No matter who it is, we need to find out why he’s been ditching us to hang out on the Cut.”

“You’re right.” Rafe slouched in his seat, eyes still following Topper closely.

Topper didn’t even have to knock before you were opening the door and throwing your arms around him. “What’s this?” You gestured towards the bag.

“Thought you might be hungry. And since we can’t really go out I just brought it here.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“No fucking way.” Kelce let out, his mouth agape along with Rafe’s.

“Pay up, dude. I knew it all along.” Rafe acknowledged.

“Damn. We’ve been getting stood up for a girl?”

“You know what, I say we just go up there.” Rafe concluded, getting out of his truck to which Kelce followed.

“You’re the sweetest, you know that?” You mumbled against Topper’s lips, unaware of the two boys making their way towards your doorway.

“Well, well, well.” Rafe announced. “I see you’re working hard for your dad, Top.”

Topper whipped his head around to find his two best friends standing behind him with pissed off expressions across their faces. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“We could ask you the same thing. But we already know the answer to that.” Kelce responded.

“Well since you know already, I’ll go enjoy brunch with my girlfriend, Y/n.” Topper shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You gave the two boys a tight lipped smile and a soft ‘hey’.

“Seriously? But Saturdays are for the boys.” Rafe countered.

“So, what? You two doofuses have each other.” Topper retorted.

“Can we at least have some pancakes?” Rafe asked.

You giggled at Rafe’s words quietly, as well his dumbfounded expression. “Bye, guys.” Topper waved them off, stepping into your house beside you and shutting the door.

“No! Get back out here, Top. You fucking simp!” Kelce argued, banging his hand on the door. As they listened closely, footsteps were heard retreating from the front door after Rafe and Kelce had enough of banging on it.

Rafe sighed in surrender. “So, no pancakes?”

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a/n: this was so random lol. but i oddly kinda like it ??

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there’s just something about bestfriend!rafe who’s just obsessed with your boobs…

“stop it, rafey.” you giggle, making it look not purposeful when you bend over, pushing your plush ass into him in a weak attempt to get him away.

“come on, sweetness just one picture.” he begged. you and rafe had gotten pretty fucked up last night at toppers, resulting in you just sleeping at his house in whatever you had left there. “fine, but you can’t show anyone.” you pretend to be annoyed, but rafe can see right through it.

you were always weak when it came to rafe, always giving into his needs. he wanted a beer at the party? you were coming back within minutes. he wanted a blow job? you bet your fat lips were wrapped around his cock the second you got alone. you knew it was wrong, he was your bestfriend and many times you scared off his girlfriends and vice versa. the two of you constantly fucked like bunnies no matter what the conditions were.

“deal.” rafe smiled pulling down your top, exposing both of your large breasts he had grown to love so much. “there’s my girls.” rafe smiled and bent down to kiss both of your hard nipples.

“just one rafey.” you pulled one tit back into the top as rafe sat his phone up, muttering something about boring. “well if i’m so boring you can just never see them again” you tease, attempting to pull your other boob back into your top. “no no no no i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it, one is great.” rafe yanked the top down.

you pose into the camera, one of rafe’s large hands covering your exposed boob, giving it a nice squeeze. “you’re like a little sex doll.” rafe says randomly. “what?” you laugh, after the photos taken, pulling away from him. “i don’t know you’re just like a sex doll, you look like one.” he somewhat chuckles towards the end, pulling your top down to expose your other breast again.

“thanks? i guess.” you embrace rafes new hold on you with a giggle. both hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, as he leans down to suck your nipples.

just know he made that picture his lock screen.

Rafe Cameron>>>>>>>

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Smut=★ fluffy=• Angst=×

Drew Starkey

★Riding his face

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

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Small Favor

Topper Thornton

18+

Warnings: smut, oral, lowkey prostitution lol

Summary: being stuck with the pogues on the mainland, they pushed you into asking Topper for help. A favor for a favor

There you all were, heading to the mainland with a busted car and no money. Like usual. Everyone was pestering you to ask Topper to somehow give you guys a ride to where you needed. You guys were on the ferry and to Jj it was your only option.

“Y/n we’re stuck, we have no way around. You have to do it, it’s the way of the pogues.” JJ says as he held onto your shoulders. “Not to that extreme JJ! No one has ever gone that far.” John B says. “Look, y/n we have no other option! It’s not like you haven’t sucked anyone off before.” JJ says shrugging. “I’m not, I can’t. I don’t do that stuff JJ.” You say. “Please y/n, Toppers like obsessed with you. He’d do anything for you.” Kie added. “I’m not fucking sucking him off to get us around!” You yelled. “Cmon y/n, please. I’ll make it up to you later.” Your best friend JJ says. You thought about it, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t done stuff with Topper before. So you gave in. “Fine, but you all owe it to me.” You say. “Over there.” JJ points to Topper who was sitting and drinking something. You flipped JJ off and walked over to him. There’s no way you were about to do this, ask your ex for a ride in exchange for head. It come to this point, you knew what you were taking on when you became friends with them.

“Hey Top!” You smiled. He stood up and hugged you tightly. Weirdly you all of a sudden felt okay with doing it. “W-what are you doing out here?” He asks looking you over. “I’m actually going to the mainland, have some risky business to do.” You chuckled. “Do I even want to know?” He laughed. He sat back in the seat with his arms crossed, the more you looked at him the more you wanted to do it. “Probably not.” You giggled. “We’ll I have a proposal.” You say leaning on the table. You placed your head in your hands and looked at him smiling. “Wanna join the dark side?” You asked. He leaned forward and copied your position. “Meaning what?” He asks. “So we need to steal something back, regardless we need your help and your truck.” You say. “And what’s in this for me?” He asks. “I’m glad you asked, where’s your truck?” You asked. “Up there.” He pointed to the rows and rows of cars. “Let’s go to your truck and I’ll tell you.” “Uh okay?” He says.

The two of you hopped in his truck, the back seat. “So if you do this for us, I’ll give you me. Whatever you want from me. Sex, head, whatever you name it.” You say relaxing into the seat. “Y/n this is basically prostitution you do realize that right?” He says trying not to laugh. “What’s it matter? We’ve already done stuff before. So why not do it again? Except both of us get something out of it.” You say moving in closer to him. Your hand resting on his chest. “I hate that you have me wrapped around your finger.” He laughed. You leaned into him kissing him, his shirt balled up in your hand. You pulled his shorts down with his cock springing out. You got on your knees and traced your finger on his bare thigh. Looking at him you bit your lip and spit on his tip. Slowly stroking him in one hand. Leaning over you took him into your mouth, what you couldn’t fit you pumped. His stomach muscles contorted against you, his jaw fell slack groaning each time you took him in. He pulled your hair back out of your face, you bobbed up and down. You felt your lips swelling around him. He was twitching in your mouth, ready to explode.

“I’ve missed those lips around me.” He bucked his hips up into your face gagging you. “Oh fuck, fuck yea” he moaned as you went deeper on his length. You let him push your head down, he hit the back of your throat making your eyes start watering. A long groan strung from his lips as you swiped your tongue across his tip. “I’m not letting you go after this, not losing you again.” He mumbled. His other arm stretched over the car seats and the other still on your head. He lifted his hips again letting you know he was close. “I wanna be fucking you when I cum. But god I’d love to see those lips covered.” He hummed. You pulled off of him, slowly savoring him in your mouth. He ran his fingers over your swollen lips and held your chin. He kissed you deeply, it gave you that anxious butterfly feeling in your stomach.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, for us.” He says as he slowly laid you down, he was perched above you as he kissed you. One of his hands slid up your shirt, his hands were soft and delicate. “Top?” You say looking up at him. “Yea?” He says as he hovered over you. “Fuck me, please.” You whine.

“Then let’s do it.” He says. He pulled his shorts off and you followed, his cock sprung out against his stomach, once again leaking precum. “Shit” you muttered under your breath. “What?” Topper asks looking at you. “N-nothing, you’re just a lot bigger than I remember. I’m not sure if you’ll fit in me...” You giggled. “We’ll make it fit.” He says smirking. You watched him spit on your pussy, he dragged his tip over it and slowly pushed into you. “Fuck” you gasped as he stretched you out slowly. Your mouth gaped, your breath hitched as he pulled out and pushed back in. “God you’re so tight, whoever your fucking isn’t doing a good job.” He whispered with a smirk pinching at his lip. He thrusted into you fast and hard, moans slipped your lips as he fucked into you. “Top!” You whine, your hands grasped his shoulders tightly leaving small marks in his skin.

“Missed me haven’t you?” He says against you ear. “Mhm” you hummed. You couldn’t even speak, you couldn’t even open your eyes. You felt him deep in you. His hair fell into your face and his, you pushed his hair out of his face and didn’t let go. You pulled on his hair, and he gripped you tightly. Each time he hit your gspot your grasp tightened. “Fuck! Top, I’m gonna cum holy shit.” You shriek. “Cum when you need to, I’m not far behind you.” He says as he positioned into you. Your stomach was hot, it was climaxing fast. One more thrust and you were about to tip over. Your whole body tensed and quickly released itself. “Fuckkkk” he groaned pulling out of you. Your juices dripping down your legs along with his seed.

“Jesus Christ.” You huff as you laid down in the seat. He cleaned you up and he redressed himself helping you after. You sat up and finger combed your hair so you didn’t look so messy. “You know, I would’ve helped you out for nothing in return.” He says as he pulled you into his arms. “We’ll, I’ve missed this.” You say. “Yea? Well, why don’t we talk about it later. Hm?” He says rubbing your arm. “Yea.” You smiled against him. He helped you out of the car and you lead him back to where everyone was.

“I’ll take that as you did a lot more than what I said.” JJ laughed. “Shut up” you said slapping him playfully. “Well, he agreed. He’s gonna help us.” You say smiling. “Just no delinquent shit ok? No law bending or breaking.” Topper says with a small laugh. “There’s no such thing as laws when you’re with us.” John B slapped his shoulder and walked off.

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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.