#topper x reader

The fire started as payback. A way to get back at John B and the Pogues. A way for Topper to seek revenge for everything they had done. To take away everything they had built.

When Topper lit that fire at the Chateau he had no idea you were inside. He had no idea you would get hurt. The one person who he loved more than anything in the world.

Why would you even be there? It’s not like you were friends with the Pogues. Well maybe you were with Sarah. And that’s exactly why you were there. To see Sarah. That’s when the smoke started filling your lungs.

Sarah had thought you had already left by the time the fire broke out. It wasn’t until everyone was out of the Chateau that they heard your screams. The fire was already destroying the Chateau.

John B, Pope & JJ were the ones to rescue you from the fire. Your arms covered in burns that may never fully heal.

You woke up in the hospital. Sarah and the Pogues by your bed side. Worried about you. Your arms were bandaged from the burns. You tried to shift slightly but the pain in your arms were too much.

Your phone rang. It was Topper. You asked Sarah to answer it for you.

“Sarah why have you got Y/Ns phone?” Topper asked.

“She’s in hospital.” Sarah said.

Topper raced to the hospital. When he saw you the guilt was written all over his face.

“This was you wasn’t it?” John B said grabbing Topper by the collar, and shoving him against the wall.

“I didn’t mean to.” Topper said tears in his eyes.

“You didn’t mean to? What you didn’t mean to burn my house down? Or you didn’t mean to almost kill your girlfriend?” John B spat.

“I didn’t know she was in there.” Topper said.

“You’ve gone too far this time Top. I think you should leave.” Sarah said.

“I can’t. Not until I know she’s ok.” Topper said.

“It’s ok. Let him stay.” You said finally speaking.

“We’ll leave you to it, but if you need anything call me?” Sarah said.

“I will I promise.” You said giving your friend a reassuring smile.

John B let Topper go, as they left him alone with you.

Topper sat by your bedside not saying anything for a while. Just watching you. His heart feeling like it had been ripped out of his chest, seeing you this way. Seeing what he had done to you.

“I am so sorry baby.” He said. Tears still falling from his eyes.

“I could have died Top.” You said tears falling from your eyes too.

“I know and I am so sorry.” He said reaching for your hand.

“I don’t know who you are anymore Top. You’ve gone too far. I don’t know if I can be with you anymore.” You said.

“Baby please. I love you so much. And I am so sorry. I had no idea you were there. I know you’re friends with Sarah but I didn’t think you’d be there. I know I went too far this time. And for that I am so sorry. I will apologise to John B, and the others I promise. Just please give me another chance. A chance to prove how sorry I am. How much I love you. And how much I will prove to you every day how much I regret doing this. Just please don’t end it. I can’t lose you baby.” Topper begged.

The next few months consisted of a lot of changes. Treatment for your burns. Learning to trust Top again. Hell he even apologised to John B and the Pogues like he promised. He was now on good terms with them. Your relationship was still a little strained however. You were scared that if you trusted him again that you’d regret it.

Topper took care of you every single day. Barely leaving your side. He would shower you with kisses. And gifts. He would do anything to make it up to you.

You were in bed together cuddling. Topper was lazily drawing circles on your exposed stomach. You felt yourself getting hotter by the second. The feeling of his fingers so close, yet so far to where you actually needed them was excruciating.

“Top please”. You begged.

“What is it baby?” Topper asked.

“I need you Top.” You whined.

Next thing you knew Toppers cock was buried deep in your pussy. Thrusting hard and fast.

This was the first time the two of you had sex since the fire.

“Fuck I’ve missed this baby. I’ve missed you.” Topper said before kissing you roughly.

“I’ve missed you too Top.” You murmured against his lips.

“Fuck. I am so so sorry for everything baby. Fuck let me make it up to you. Make you feel good. Show you how sorry I am.” Topper said.

“Fuck Top. Show me. Show me how sorry you really are.” You begged.

“Fuck. I am so sorry. I will never do anything to hurt you ever again. Please can you forgive me.” Topper said increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Make me cum and I’ll think about it.” You teased.

Topper started rubbing your clit with every thrust of his hips.

“I love you so much baby. I am so sorry.” Topper said burying his face in your chest as he rutted inside of you.

“Fuck Top. That’s it keep apologising.” You whined.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” He said between thrusts.

“Fuck Top. I’m gonna cum.” You moaned.

“Me too baby. Fuck baby I’m so sorry.” Topper grunted as the both of you were pushed over the edge.

Topper collapsed on the bed next to you. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

“I really am so sorry baby.” Topper said placing a kiss against your forehead.

“I forgive you Top. And I love you.” You said snuggling into his chest.

“I love you too. So much. And I will continue to apologise for the rest of our lives.” He said.

“Top. You’ve grovelled enough. I promise you don’t have to keep apologising.” You said.

“I know but I want to keep showing you how sorry I am.” He said.

You didn’t remember the exact moment things shifted. It hadn’t been a big fight or some dramatic betrayal—just a slow fade. The kind of change that creeps in when you’re not looking. The kind that leaves you wondering if it was ever that real to begin with.

When he texted you that afternoon—“Wear something cute. We’re doing something fun tonight. Rafe and his girl are coming too.”—you didn’t even ask questions. You didn’t want to. You just pulled on a denim skirt you hadn’t worn in months, tied up a white tank top, and showed up like you always did. Quiet, agreeable, trying not to overthink the way he’d stopped kissing your forehead when he picked you up.

The marina was glowing in that golden hour kind of way when you arrived. Warm light kissing the water, casting everything in a haze that made things look softer than they felt. Rafe was already there, leaning against his truck, his sunglasses pushing his hair back. His girlfriend—tall, tan, and effortlessly stunning—was wrapped around his arm, laughing at something you were too far away to hear. She spotted you first, waving with the kind of energy that made it seem like you’d been best friends for years.

You waved back, a polite smile on your lips. Topper didn’t even greet them, just grinned like it made everything better. You followed his lead onto the boat, slipping into the seat beside him while Rafe and his girlfriend settled up front. The ride out was smooth. Scenic. Beautiful, even. But you kept catching glimpses of Rafe through the reflection in the water—how he wasn’t really touching her, how his posture stayed just a little detached.

Topper had one arm slung around your shoulders, the other fishing in the cooler for a beer. When he leaned forward, his phone slipped from his pocket and landed face-up on the bench beside you. You didn’t mean to look. It wasn’t even a conscious choice. But your eyes caught the preview of a text that lit up the screen.

Ruthie: Still thinking about last night.

And just like that, the breeze wasn’t so nice anymore.

He picked up the phone quickly, shoved it back into his shorts without a word, and then turned to press a kiss to your cheek. “You look good, babe.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

He didn’t notice.

Rafe, though—he glanced over his shoulder. Just once. Long enough to make your pulse flicker, but not long enough to mean anything. Or maybe it meant too much.

Dinner was at a dockside restaurant, the kind with fairy lights tangled above the patio and overpriced seafood on plates that didn’t quite fill you. You ended up across from Topper at the table, next to Rafe and just barely touching knees under the table. It wasn’t intentional. Or maybe it was. The seating felt random but inevitable, like gravity pulling things into place.

Conversation bounced around half-heartedly. Topper kept his attention glued to his phone, occasionally offering you a sip of his drink without looking up. Rafe’s girl was taking selfies, fixing her hair in the reflection of her wine glass. You picked at your pasta, appetite long gone, your gaze floating from the water to the table to the sun melting into the horizon.

Then you felt it before you saw it—his knee against yours.

It was the faintest pressure, not insistent but definitely there. You froze for a second, unsure whether to move or pretend it hadn’t happened. But he didn’t shift away. And neither did you. Your hand stayed curled in your lap, leg still, breath barely there.

“You didn’t eat,” he said quietly, without turning his head.

You blinked down at your plate. “Guess I’m not that hungry.”

His voice was low. Casual, like he wasn’t asking anything of you, just observing. “You should've at least eaten something.”

That made you glance up. “Why?”

He didn’t smile, but his mouth twitched. “Wasting a night like this on someone who doesn’t notice you is a shame.”

Your heart skipped. A breeze rolled through, lifting strands of your hair across your face, and still—you didn’t move your knee.

“Do you always talk like that?” you asked softly.

“Only when I mean it."

You didn’t reply.

Later, when the bill came, Topper was laughing about something on his phone—some meme Ruthie had sent, probably—and Rafe’s girlfriend was tipsy, telling a story about how she once accidentally tagged the wrong brand in a sponsored post. You just stared at the ice melting in your glass, vaguely aware that Rafe had stood up first, offered you a hand as you stepped away from the table.

He held your jacket, the one you’d forgotten you brought. You reached for it, but he didn’t hand it over right away.

“You cold?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

He looked like he didn’t believe you, but didn’t press. He just slung it over his shoulder and followed you back toward the parking lot, where Topper was too busy getting his girl’s number for some party to realize you hadn’t been next to him in minutes.

“Don’t stay with someone just because you’re scared to start over,” Rafe said, voice low beside you.

You tilted your head, studying him under the streetlight glow. “You think that’s what I’m doing?”

“I think you’re not stupid. And I think you’ve known for a while now that he’s already gone.”

You swallowed. The air between you pulsed with something unspoken—hot, electric, a little dangerous.

His girlfriend called his name then, impatient and loud. He didn’t look away from you right away.

“Next time,” he said quietly, “pick someone who sees you even when you’re not saying a word.”

He turned before you could respond. Left you standing there with a hundred thoughts buzzing beneath your skin.

Topper’s Jeep was warm. His hand slid onto your thigh like nothing had happened, and you let him. Just sat there, eyes on the window, trying to ignore how your skin still remembered the way Rafe’s voice sounded in the dark.

And when your phone buzzed just past midnight with a number you didn’t recognize—

Unknown: Forgot to give you your jacket.

Unknown: Or maybe I didn’t.

—you didn’t reply. You didn’t delete it either.

“Sarah, you’re driving me nuts,” he sighed, letting his forehead thump against the steering wheel. “I think no matter what you pick, they’re gonna be hidden behind your hair.”

She continued to hold different pairs of earrings to her face. “These passport photos are gonna last ten years, Top,” she said, like he was an idiot. “I don’t want to have the wrong earrings for a decade.”

He glanced at the clock on the dash— fuck, he had to be at his parent’s house for lunch in half an hour. If she didn’t get in the damn Walgreens for the photo, he’d be late and God knows his mother would be loaded with smug comments. Why the hell did he even agree to do this for her anyways? She’d broken up with him for the nth time last week and still somehow roped him into driving her to errands.

She decided on plain hoops and flipped the visor up rougher than necessary. “Be right back,” she announced and climbed out of the vehicle. 

Topper sulked into the driver’s seat and watched Sarah stroll into the drugstore. With every passing day, the value of their relationship was slipping in his mind. At least the semimonthly sex was enough to keep his spirits up. 

He jumped when someone yanked his door open, and jumped again when he realized that someone was not Sarah forgetting her Dior lipgloss. 

No, some random girl had just climbed into his car without asking. He sat stunned, waiting for her to apologize and admit she’d gotten in the wrong vehicle, but none of that happened. 

The girl actually didn’t even acknowledge the driver at first, but looked around the parking lot in a panic. He scanned with her, and noticed a man walking down the sidewalk who’d been watching her. She finally looked at Topper with wide, pleading eyes. 

“That’s my ex, he totally sucks. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend for five seconds?”

Okay, that was a better explanation than the sex-trafficking horror stories that were flashing through his mind. He didn’t really get a lot of time to react to her question, though, because the girl was already grabbing his hand and threading her fingers through it, bringing the veiny backside of his palm to her lips. She fake-giggled, playing up the girlfriend role for the audience who had already spotted her in Topper’s Range Rover. 

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, but this time she waited until he nodded before continuing. 

Yeah, Topper didn’t really put a lot of thought into this. His neurotic, easily-irritated ex girlfriend was literally right in the store, and here he was making out with a total stranger to make her ex jealous. At any moment, Sarah could walk out and the damage from her ensuing fit would cause the city to go in debt. 

But something stopped him from giving a fuck— probably the fact that this girl was a really good kisser and she tasted like spearmint and strawberry Carmex, or maybe just the naughty thrill of his actions. Besides, their attempt worked, and when they broke apart, he noticed the ex boyfriend stalking away in a huff. 

“Holy fuck, I owe you one,” the girl sighed, sinking back into her seat and panting almost as much as he was. She looked at him with big eyes, and the way they dragged up and down his figure left him feeling exposed and nervous. “Actually…”

She didn’t say anything else, but the undeniable chemistry spoke for both of them. They leaned in again and kissed, this time a lot more rushed and desperate. His hands folded through her hair as she felt over his toned chest, and things got heated quickly.

Her hands slid down his abs to the button of his shorts, and he didn’t stop her even as she pulled his zipper down and reached into his boxers. He just kept kissing her— fuck, why wasn’t he stopping her? Why did this feel so good and new, like he was an eager teenager again?

Topper gasped into the girl’s mouth when she wrapped a small hand around him. She smiled, either pleased with the size or the way he was so easy for her. “This alright?” she muttered against his swollen lips, and he blurted out a hundred yes’s before this fantasy could disappear.

He didn’t exactly know what he’d been agreeing to, however, because she stopped kissing him and bent down to his lap. She’d pulled his dick out fully and—wait, oh fuck, she was putting it in her mouth—

Sarah rarely went down on him— oral sex was just something she found degrading in all forms. He wanted to respect her wishes, of course, but it pained him. She was the first girlfriend he’d ever had with an aversion to both giving and receiving, two of his favorite parts of sex. 

But this girl, someone he’d never spoken to before, was changing his life. Out of the few times he’d received a blowjob before, nothing compared to this. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft with a perfect seal around his dick. The spit threatened to drip over his pants, but her vacuum of a mouth kept everything except his throbbing cock dry. 

Thinking about his ex (who was returning any minute) spiked a panic response in his brain that was immediately dissolved by this girl’s mouth. Seriously, he was about to melt into the fucking seat. Who the hell was this girl?

“Oh, fuck, oh my God I’m gonna— ah!” he cried out desperately when she sucked a bit harder, encouraging him to finish. “Where should I— oh, shit— I don’t have a towel or anything—”

But the girl didn’t slow down, not even a little, and slid all the way down until her lips grazed where his shorts were yanked open around his dick. The deepthroating had his head slamming against the headrest and eyes rolling back into his skull. 

He came down her throat with a cry, not even caring that anyone walking in this parking lot could look in and see some stranger sucking him off. 

His hand nearly ripped the oh-shit handle off the ceiling as he came, and the other was digging nails into the center console to keep from head-pushing her. She didn’t stop and swallowed down every drop of cum. She even licked off the excess spit when pulling off his deflating cock. The little freak wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. 

“That was nice. I’ll see you around, boss.” And she got out of the fucking car, just like that. He didn’t even find out her name. 

He stuffed his sensitive dick back into his shorts and zipped up quickly, but was still breathing heavily and seeing spots when Sarah jumped back in the seat— where the girl just sat. She may have even seen her in the parking lot. 

“Good fuck, sorry that took forever,” she mumbled, but he was too fuzzy to process the half-assed apology. Her eyes drew to where he was shaking and blinking aggressively. “What’s up with you?”

Mysterious blowjob felt like an unwise answer. “Low blood sugar.”

“Well, eat some Skittles or something. You’re weirding me out.”

***

Topper, historically, had immense trouble keeping secrets from anyone. Especially when he had one this extraordinary, he had to tell someone. 

“So you got a blowjob from a stranger while Sarah was in the store?” Rafe repeated, barely dragging his eyes up from his phone by the end of Topper’s story. He nodded. “Crazy story, bro. Didn’t know you were getting into the literotica business.”

“I’m serious!” Topper insisted. He was confident that Rafe wouldn’t give a fuck what he does with or without his sister, considering Rafe was the only man on earth more sick of her shit than himself. “One minute, my dick is down some girl’s throat, the next your sister is telling me about the annoying cashier in the store.”

“Who was the girl?” Rafe asked, though his interest level was dropping in favor of his phone’s glowing notification screen. 

Topper thought back to that day. She’d only been in the car for a few minutes— something he’d be embarrassed about in any other situation. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her face, and from what he did remember, he wasn’t sure he’d seen her around before. 

“I’m… not sure.”

“Cool. Ghost blowjob.”

“Why don’t you ever take me seriously?”

“Because you tell stories about ghost blowjobs!” Rafe jeered.

***

Topper was not handling his stress well. 

Midsummers was approaching, and his back-and-forth with the Cameron girl was causing his hair to prematurely gray. It had been a few days since his semi-public obscene encounter— a mysterious girl appearing and going to third base with him should help him, right?

But no. Instead, he found himself awake at 3:25 in the morning and staring at the ceiling. Rather than lose a night to insomnia, he got dressed and went to the gym (thank God the one at the club was open all hours of the day. He didn’t typically take advantage of this, but nights like these proved it useful).

The parking lot was empty upon arrival, and the fella at the check-in desk was literally slumped in his chair and snoring softly. He scanned in as quietly as possible before starting his workout. 

Rap Caviar hummed out eerily over the deserted gym, so he wore headphones as he started lifting some free weights. After a quick warm-up, he worked on some curls and overhead press-ups. With ankle weights strapped on, he did pull-ups on the bars.

Topper stretched his arm across his torso. This place was the only fucking gym in North America that doesn’t keep the interior at 50°, so he was forced to exercise in just a wife beater that he’d soaked through in minutes. 

Partway through his workout, Topper realized he wasn’t alone. It caught him off-guard, as he clearly expected to be alone during his time there, but the new girl was quiet and kept to herself at first.

At first.

They made eye contact, and she winked so quickly he questioned if he’d imagined it. The girl was just doing light stretches, but his greedy eyes kept taking in her black biker shorts and sports bra— clearly she wasn’t the only one affected by the absurd heat.

But her innocent stretching turned lewd, quickly. At one point, he caught himself fully staring at her completing a standing toe touch, and clearly he hadn’t hidden it well from her either. She smirked and messily drank from her water, letting droplets escape her lips and travel down her neck and chest before soaking her top. If you could call it that.

When she sat in a middle split and stretched so thoroughly she moaned, this was Topper’s cue to leave. He could hear her over his fucking headphones. If he didn’t get out of the gym and fast, she’d catch onto the fact that he was definitely rocking a semi from this personal porn show he got.

Well, she’d catch on if she was a real person and not a sleep deprivation hallucination like he was hoping, for some reason. At least that can be fixed with a good week’s worth of sleep. How does one stop emitting some pheromone that turns strange women into sirens?

In the locker room, Topper retrieved his bag and debated taking a shower here to rinse off the weird feelings he’s been experiencing. When he heard footsteps behind him, he didn’t have to turn around to know who was creeping around.

He spun around and sure enough, the girl from the stretching area of the gym was inches away, close enough for him to see the beads of sweat on her forehead. “You’re not supposed to be in here!” he blurted stupidly and jumped back in fear until his shoulders hit the locker. 

The girl looked behind her to the empty room. “No one here to stop me. Are you gonna tell on me?” she smirked, playing with the hem of his tank top at his shoulder. 

Topper swallowed thickly. He shook his head and shut his eyes as her palms slid down his stomach and worked on lifting his shirt off his body. Once his top was off, she dropped to her knees and eagerly looked up at him. 

She didn’t break eye contact as her hands greedily skimmed over his thighs up to his hips. Her fingers nimbly skirted over the elastic of his gym shorts and his brain went into overdrive; he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Wait, no,” he whined with a traitorous thrust of his hips. “I haven’t showered. I—I’m all sweaty.”

A devious smile grew on her face. “Say less.”

She reached under his waistband and pulled it down, freeing his stiffening cock from his shorts. His face burned; that workout had kicked his ass and he knew he probably smelled like man and sweat, but this didn’t deter her in the slightest.

No, in fact, this freak seemed to be spurred on by it, grabbing his dick and going straight to kissing his sack. Topper was so glad he hadn’t chosen leg day that day, because the way she drooled and sucked on the delicate flesh of his balls had his knees giving out already.

This succubus was insatiable, switching between sucking him off and licking at his balls while using her spit to jerk him off. The noises filling the echoic locker room were foul, wet, breathy. When he asked if he could guide her head, she smiled and dropped a “sure, baby” that made him moan.

Topper had never done things as risky, as insane as this before. He was a missionary at 9 PM with the lights on kind of guy, and he always thought rough, kinky sex was for people who had novels worth of problems to share with their therapists. Topper was a normal boy; he wasn’t cut out for getting his cock sucked by two strangers in public within the same week!

But it sure felt good, though. 

His hips thrust forward and she reared back, clearly not ready for his whole length. Topper knew he was a little bigger than average, but he was losing his composure with her velvety warm mouth around his dick. When she pulled off, a thick string of drool connected her swollen lips to his tip. “Careful,” she said hoarsely. 

She dropped her head down until her nose pressed into the taut skin over his pelvis. The coarse hairs dug into her skin but she didn’t mind a bit, letting the drool from her mouth pool around the base of his cock and drip down his balls. It wasn’t easy, and the girl breathed laboriously through her nostrils, but she didn’t stop even as her throat convulsed around him. 

Topper was in distress. Good distress, if such a thing existed. His hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, but the lockers behind him were smooth and solid. It was becoming harder and harder to stand as the mystery girl continued to suck him off, especially when he felt her tongue start to wiggle against his underside. Was she insane?

His orgasm caught even himself off-guard, washing over him all at once with only enough time to push his cock down her throat. He pulsed and jerked around as he came, and the girl obediently swallowed his load. 

She sat back on her heels, smirking up at Topper trying to catch his breath with a beet-red face. Jingling, manager-like keys echoed from the front of the locker room, so the girl scrambled to hide in the showers as Topper redressed. 

The front desk attendant poked his head in to make sure nothing was amiss, clearly still sleepy from his nap. He nodded to the boy who’d just tossed his shirt on, and left. Topper chose to do the same, grabbing his belongings and dipping out before another sex gremlin would climb out of the ceiling vents and steal his clothes. 

***

By the time Midsummers rolled around, the event was all Topper allowed himself to think about. Even Sarah was confused about his excitement about the dinner, but it wasn’t like he could tell her what else was on his mind. 

“Topper, why do you keep looking at the locker rooms?” Sarah asked, sipping on the vodka cran she surely wasn’t allowed to have. “You act like you saw a freakin’ ghost.”

“And what if I did?” he blurted, voice cracking on the final word. His ex girlfriend slash unwilling date to Midsummer’s looked at him strangely but he still straightened his tie and his posture. “I’m going to get a drink.”

“You have a beer right h—”

“It’s too warm!”

Anything to get away from that table. Maybe if he started binge drinking, his hallucinations and stress and other problems would magically go away. He asked for a shot of ‘literally anything’ before burying his pounding head in his hands.

“That’s a real nice suit,” said a voice from behind him, and he awkwardly spun around to see none other than the girl who’d blown him in the gym a couple days ago. “Tan is your color, for sure.”

He gasped. “You’re real!”

She burst out laughing, and Topper looked down when he realized she wasn’t dressed up like the rest of the party. In fact, she wore a tight black button-down with the sleeves rolled halfway up and matching black slacks. She had on jewelry, but her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail. In her hand were two empty champagne glasses.

“Wait… you work here?”

The girl shrugged, setting the glasses on the nearest surface and creeping in on Topper even more. “Of course I do. How else would my broke ass have access to the facilities here?”

Oh, duh. She’s a Pogue. The other girl probably was as well, and that’s why he didn’t recognize either one of them.

“Girl, you’ll never guess what I just heard from—” the pair was interrupted by, of course, the stranger who had jumped into his car at the Walgreens. Also dressed in the server uniform and tied-back hair, down to the matching jewelry. He’s never really looked at the waitstaff before, but they clearly had been looking at him. “Oh my God,” she said to the girl he’d been speaking to. “This is the guy from the parking lot.”

The other girl’s jaw dropped— fuck, he wished he knew their names. “Shut the fuck up. This is the guy from the gym.”

Topper wanted the fucking earth to open up and swallow him whole. They were friends? How much had these two shared about these escapades? Why did he feel so mortified when none of this was even remotely his fault?

To make matters worse, the girls didn’t even get upset with him. He really expected them to be disgusted with each other or himself, or maybe both, but that didn’t happen at all. In fact, the girls smiled excitedly and turned to him. 

“Wanna have some fun?” the taller girl asked.

He looked between the two of them, brows furrowed. “What did you have in m—?”

***

The dark haired girl slammed the closet door shut, flicking the light on and tightening her hair back. “Are you sure no one will come here?”

The other scoffed. “Yeah, like our lazy ass coworkers are gonna go out of their way to get cleaning supplies.”

He stood, unsure what to do with himself. He fidgeted with his tie as the ladies set their sights on him

The dark haired girl used her teeth to nip at the waistband of his black boxers, pulling them down until his involuntarily hard cock sprang up. They both wasted no time taking turns jerking him off and sucking on the tip. 

Holy fuck. Holy fuck, what the hell is happening right now. At this point, it had to be a set-up, right? Like, no one in the world just gets two strange women to suck your dick in public, only for those exact two women to be on their knees for you a few days later? Was it even confirmed that these ladies weren’t ghosts?

One of them choked on his dick and yeah, no, that’s as real as it gets. The girls worked together, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes while they sucked his cock. He just had to watch in awe as they ran their tongues and lips up and down his shaft without looking away for even a moment. 

Not that he could tear his eyes away from this if he wanted to. In fact, the thought of taking a picture so he’d never forget this as long as he lived flashed in his mind, but he was too shy to ask. Not to mention he isn’t sure he’d be able to hold the phone.

Both seemed to want to use his body as a test for their deep-throating abilities. One would push as far down his cock as she could, only come up for air when it wasn’t bearable any longer, and let the other take a turn swallowing him down. Topper’s eyes were in the back of his skull and not a single noise coming from his mouth was a formed English word. 

They were making so much noise and while Topper was thoroughly enjoying it, he worried that someone passing by would hear the nasty slobbering and gagging noises and want to investigate. He wasn’t exactly being quiet either, of course, with his desperate moans and whimpers. 

“Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum,” he admitted, and the girls seemed to already know what to do. One kept jacking him off as they both waited with tongues out. He finished on both of their faces, painting them while his vision was spotting and his limbs were shaking. He was numb down to his buzzing fingertips. 

He almost felt used, disrespected, as they used the clean towels on the shelves to wipe their faces off. It was like he wasn’t even there, like they’d gotten what they’d wanted as soon as he came. 

~

“(Y/N)!!!!!  Please!!!!!!” your whiny little sister pleaded again.

You rolled your eyes and groaned.  “Oh my goodness, for the last time, I do not want to take surfing lessons with you!  You can go by yourself if that’s how you want to spend your vacation,” you replied, trying to tan on the beach before going into the water for a while.  

“But they are doing lessons right over there, and mom said you have to go with me!”  She stomped her foot, kicking up a little cloud of sand.  You looked past her to where you could see some older lifeguards helping kids balance correctly on the surfboards, and it looked harmless enough.  They weren’t even in the water.  No chance to fall and embarrass yourself.

You sighed, “Fine.” You marked the place in your book and placed it into your beach bag. “But you owe me one, Mackenzie.” 

“Yay!!!!! Thank you, (Y/N)!” she squealed as she took your hand and dragged you over to the lessons. 

As you arrived, rubbing the soreness from your arm, the older instructors turned to greet you both, smiles on their slightly wrinkled faces. “Ah, thank you for joining us! We hope you are ready to learn how to surf and stay safe while doing it!” the one said.

“Over here we have our 10-12 year old lessons,” the other instructor said to Mackenzie before looking at you. “And over there we have our teen lessons with Topper and JJ.” The man pointed to a spot much closer to the ocean where two teenage boys stood with their boards in hand. They saw the instructor pointing and waved, welcoming smiles on their faces - handsome faces it is worth noting. They looked very nice and you were sure they were excellent instructors, but their proximity to the actual ocean concerned you.

You turned back to the instructors who had already started to teach Mackenzie how to stand on the board. “I’m not so sure if I’m ready for those lessons yet; this is my first time surfing, so maybe I should stay here with Mackenzie,” you explained, an irrational fear sweeping over you.

“Oh, don’t be a baby, (Y/N). Go over there for your lessons; I bet you I’ll be over there soon enough cause I’m gonna be a natural.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes once again, annoyed that your little sister had called your bluff so easily. “Fine, I just wasn’t sure if you could handle being by yourself,” you stated before marching closer to the shore, your cheeks growing red as the two boys came into better focus. 

Very handsome indeed.

They were both blond, but the one with lighter hair flashed you a charismatic smile, mischief in his eyes. “Hi, I’m JJ, what’s your name?” he asks smoothly.

You smiled back shyly, “I’m (Y/N).”

JJ’s smile grew. “Where are you -”

“Hi, (Y/N), my name’s Topper, and I’ll be your instructor today.” The other boy cut off the lithe blond’s smooth talking. Both you and JJ’s heads snapped to look at Topper. Topper saw the anger in JJ’s eyes as he looked over your head and gave an innocent smile - too innocent. “What, J? You took the last student. And look, here comes another right now.” You all three turned to see a fourteen year old boy come loping down over the sand. Topper waved to JJ. “Have fun, man,” he said, a laugh barely suppressed in his voice.

As Topper turned to walk a little farther down the beach, you followed, taking the opportunity to ogle his physique. His golden tan made his rippling back muscles stand out in sharp relief. You almost got caught staring at the place between his lower back and upper thighs when he turned around on a dime. 

That smirk returned, his eyes sliding over you slowly. Guess you hadn’t been as sly as you thought. “Let’s get started,” that deep voice of his making you shiver, no longer nervous about the water.

~

“Alright, (Y/N), you have the basics down.” You felt the loss of Topper’s heat as he stepped back from helping you balance.  You turned toward him. “I think you are ready to go in the water, and just in time, too, there are some pretty great waves coming now.”

You looked at the waves rolling in; they didn’t look too big, but you were still scared you may fall. “I don’t know, Topper…” 

He smiled sincerely, his eyes warm and surprisingly understanding.  “Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’ll be right with you the whole time,” he reassured.

You bit your lip, finally nodding. “Okay, Topper, I trust you.”

The next thing you knew you were paddling on your board, Topper a few feet away on his own board, watching your technique and coaching you. 

“Alright, (Y/N), here comes a good wave, so get ready to stand on my count. 3….2….1….Now!”

You stood quickly, trying to remember to balance as the wave started to take you. You felt a moment of pure exhilaration - the water kissing your skin, Topper shouting triumphantly in the background - before the wave grew too strong for you, knocking you off balance. You shrieked as you fell off the board and under the wave. You tried to raise up so you could breathe, but the wave kept pushing you down, relentless. Your panic rose to a fever pitch before you felt a strong arm wrap around you, pulling you up. You clung to your savior, your hair stuck to your face and obscuring your view as he pulled you up onto his surfboard and into safety.

Warm hands pushed the hair out of your eyes as his other arm held you to his chest. You blinked the saltwater out of your eyes and smiled sheepishly at Topper. “Thank you for saving me, Topper,” you whispered. 

“I’m just glad you are okay…and that you need a few more lessons,” he intoned, leaning in slowly. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll need a lot more lessons,” you agree huskily, closing the small distance between you.

Your lips met and the kiss was all sunshine and summer. You could taste the saltiness on Topper’s lips from the water, and you smiled into the kiss as Topper’s arms pulled you in impossibly closer. One of your hands slipped into his hair, tugging on the slightly knotted ends from the breeze. You pulled away slowly after a moment, savoring the memory right there and then. You pecked Topper’s lips quickly once more, not knowing what to say as he took your hand in his tenderly.

He shook his head in disbelief, a smile lighting up his whole face. “I’m so glad I was quicker than JJ,” he exclaimed, kissing you again.

~

My Masterlist

he’d told you time and time again that rafe was bad news, but that didn’t stop him from playing in his face day in and day out. you didn’t mean to end up alone with rafe, it just happened one night when topper had to head somewhere with his mom unexpectedly. you knew rafe had some questionable characteristics and faltering morals, but you didn’t think you had any reason to worry about the man pursuing you against your will.

your boyfriend wouldn’t even make eye contact with you now, and the look he wore on his face made it more than clear that he was digusted with you, something he’d already voiced when he first reacted.

all you could do was stare down at your hands, blinking through the tears that clouded your vision.

“top,” you hoped the use of his nickname would help pull some empathy from your boyfriend. “i…i’m trying to tell you that rafe…he hurt me. i need you to believe me-,”

topper laughed, like the idea was amusing. “you think i believe that bullshit?” you flinched at the emphasis topper placed on the last word.

“i’ve seen the way you look at him when he’s around. you think i’m stupid?” he looked at you expectantly, but something told you he wasn’t looking for an answer. topper shook his head, brows furrowed as he stared you down. “i didn’t think my girlfriend was such a sneaky fucking whore.”

you sniffled a couple times, dropping your jaw to breathe through your mouth when your nose could no longer suffice. a sudden harsh grip on your chin had you gasping, eyes snapping up to topper’s hard ones as he crowded your face with his own.

“hey,” he snapped, tone condescending as ever. “can you fucking look at me, maybe? don’t just tell me you’ve been a little slut then not even bother to look me in the eyes after.”

“i’m sorry!” you played it safe with your response, offering an apology instead of trying to stick up for yourself any further. desperation laced your tone, voice cracking as you whispered the apology.

“you’re sorry.” topper repeated, face even until he finally cracked a smile, breath fanning your face as he laughed in it, nodding to himself.

“you’re sorry, yeah... yeah, you are fucking sorry. a sorry ass excuse for a girlfriend.”

you frowned up at your boyfriend, trying to squirm away from his harsh touch, but his hold on you didn’t relent.

“but that’s alright.”

it wasn’t. you knew it wasn’t, and that’s why his sudden change in demeanor had you breathing out a low, “wha-?” which was cut off by topper as his hand snaked around the side of your face, finding a home at the back of your head. he let his fingers tangle in the hair there, tugging enough to urge your head back as he towered over you.

you weren’t sure what to do when he pulled you forward by your hair, hands brushing against his chest to stop yourself from stumbling forward. as quickly as topper lured you to your feet, he shoved down, forcing you onto your knees in front of him.

there was a daunting look in his eyes as he eyed you from above, free hand moving to fumble with his belt, dropping his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

“you’re gonna make it up to me, right now.”

his length was freed, and your tearful eyes watched as it sprang to life against his lower stomach. you swallowed hard, knowing there was no way out of the punishment topper had picked out for you.

the last thing you needed after being raped by your boyfriend’s best friend was for the man you sought comfort in to force you into yet another sexual act you didn’t want any parts of, but topper only dismissed you, taking himself into his hand and pumping at his shaft, now angled towards your face. you shuddered at the sight of precum lacing his tip, which he smeared against your closed lips.

you knew resisting would do you no good, but you still couldn’t will yourself to peel your lips open, even as topper kept prodding at your mouth with his hard on. you refused to believe your boyfriend could truly be cruel enough to force himself on you, basically recreating the situation that landed you both here in the first place.

your reluctance wasn’t appreciated by your boyfriend, who tightened his grip on your hair, nails scratching at your scalp until the stinging was too much to bare.

“so you’ll spread your legs for my best friend but not for me? you’re my girlfriend,” he shook you slightly by your hair as he seethed, “you’re mine to fuck, not rafe’s. i think maybe you need a little reminder.”

this time, topper tapped his head against your cheek, “open your fucking mouth. i won’t tell you again.”

you were forced to part your lips when you could no longer hold off the pained gasp that had been brewing. topper took the opportunity to shove his cock past your lips with one harsh rut of his hips.

when he felt your teeth grazing his skin, topper yanked your head back slightly. “aht aht,” he corrected, using his free hand to move the hair out of your face and fixing you with a look of warning.