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[thebadtimewolf]

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[cherienymphe]

Only For Tonight (Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader x Topper Thornton)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, cuckolding, threesome, toxic relationship, non canon ages, drug use, underage drinking, pre established Rafe x reader

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts​ | divider by @firefly-graphics​

➥ This can be read as a stand alone piece but it is technically the prequel to Wicked Games​​​​​​​​

summary: Rafe’s ego outweighs his jealousy when he decides to show you off one night, proving that best friends really do share everything. 

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You wistfully stared out of the window as your boyfriend drove by The Wreck, a sigh trapped deep down in your chest. You hadn’t been by there in so long, and the brief glimpses you got of your friends here and there weren’t enough. Or were they considered former friends now? Pope and John B had long given up on you, but JJ still reached out occasionally. Kie texted you every chance she could, and Sarah…

Sarah was the only one you saw on a regular basis.

You were dating her brother, after all.

You and Rafe had been unexpected for all parties involved. Nights spent at Sarah’s had you running into the blond man more often than usual, interacting with him more often than usual, and as it turns out, you hadn’t been imagining those lingering gazes and soft brushes of fingers along skin.

Rafe Cameron had been into you, and he’d made that clear under no uncertain terms.

You remembered how you had laughed, thinking he was joking. Even after he’d told you how serious he was, eyes dark and jaw clenched, you’d still laughed. Rafe Cameron? Into a Pogue? It sounded like a bad joke or even worse dare. You hadn’t given it anymore thought when you got home, but by the next day, you weren’t laughing anymore.

You didn’t laugh when flowers started showing up at your job, your boss and coworkers teasing you about your secret admirer. You didn’t laugh when notes started appearing on your car, a frown on your face at the surprisingly romantic words scrawled along the small cards. You definitely hadn’t laughed when you came home, and your mom excitedly showed you her new car.

That had been the last straw.

“So, you think you can buy me?” you had demanded of him at a party one night.

He’d snorted a small line of coke before rolling his head towards you, long lashes fluttering as he stared you down. His friends had made themselves scarce, grumbling and throwing you both nervous looks as they did. You hadn’t moved when he stood, getting close and personal as he leaned in.

“I told you that I liked you-.”

“…and this is how you show it? Flowers and gifts and cars?”

You sounded incredulous, and Rafe chuckled, shoving his hands into his pocket.

“Yeah, this is how I show it,” he’d said, face so serious that you frowned. “When I like someone, I do nice things for them. I spoil them and make their life easier and do what I can to see them smile.”

You’d been taken aback by that, lips parting as you were now forced to take him seriously. His brows were drawn together, blue eyes searching yours, and you suddenly felt…silly. You’d shuffled on your feet, clearing your throat as you had to accept that this was real.

Rafe liked you.

“Oh…”

“Yeah…oh.”

You had glanced away, face suddenly heating up and heart fluttering in your chest under his heated stare.

“I didn’t… Why?” you’d wondered, looking all sorts of confused.

You were a Pogue, so it was understandable. He’d shrugged, doing that thing with his face that told you he wasn’t quite sure himself.

“I just do,” he’d said. “…and I don’t think I can stomach the thought of you with someone who isn’t me, so…”

Somehow that had flattered you, and days later, you’d found yourself having a serious conversation with Sarah. She’d looked shocked, maybe even a bit worried, but she’d given you the ‘okay’. Telling you that as long as you were happy, she’d support it.

It had started slow. Going out to eat here, hanging out at the beach there, but all too soon, you were wrapped up in the whirlwind that was your relationship with Rafe Cameron. He started to consume every part of your life, and you hadn’t even noticed until Pope had harshly asked you when you’d remember they even existed.

You had felt horrible, like the worst friend, and you’d made up for it at first. You made the effort to divide your time between your old world and your new one evenly. It worked at first, but then Rafe started talking you into more parties you just ‘couldn’t say no to’, and getting you so drunk you’d forget all about meeting up with your friends or forcing you to come on his tongue for hours until you passed out from exhaustion.

Somehow, you’d started seeing them less and less until you just…didn’t.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Rafe’s low voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned your head towards him just as a hand landed on your thigh. His fingers dipped underneath your skirt just a tad, grazing the skin there, and you smiled at him.

“Just thinking… Next time we go out, we should go to The Wreck,” you proposed.

It wasn’t the first time you suggested it as of late, and like before, you watched the way Rafe’s brows furrowed just a tad. He was facing the road again, and his jaw clenched before he looked back at you with a crooked smile.

“Next time…”

He’d said that before, and although you knew better, part of you hoped that he meant it this time. His general attitude towards Pogues was no secret, but you still hadn’t been prepared for how little you’d see your friends when you started dating. It was obvious that Rafe didn’t like you hanging out with them despite being one yourself, but you had initially written it off as nothing.

But now his world had taken over yours, and you didn’t even know how to go about fixing it.

The house wasn’t empty anymore when you finally made it back, Ward in the kitchen when you walked in. He was just hanging up the phone as you and Rafe set the takeout boxes down onto the counter.

“We brought you guys something to eat,” you told him.

There was a fond smile on the older man’s face at your words. You knew that he wasn’t your biggest fan with you being from The Cut and all, but you could tell there was some appreciation there for how much Rafe had mellowed out since dating you.

“Well, thank you, Y/N,” he replied, an emphasis on your name because nobody seemed to know Rafe better than his own father.

The two of you had argued in the restaurant for over 15 minutes over whether or not to get food for the rest of his family too. Clearly, you’d won. You threw him a sheepish look as he saw right through your original statement, and you went to put the food away as he pulled the blond into some discussion you’d rather not be present for.

“Look, Rafe, I just need you to do a little better, alright? Not just for my sake, but for poor Y/N’s too…”

You closed the fridge in time to meet Ward’s eye.

“…she can’t spend all her time looking after you,” he joked.

You gave a light chuckle at that, grimacing at the way Rafe rolled his eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he mumbled, reaching for you as he made his way upstairs.

“You know Ward was just messing around,” you said as you moved through the dark hallway, trying to placate him.

He didn’t respond right away, a low sigh escaping him as he closed the door behind you. He pulled you against him, arm curved around your neck as he pressed his lips to your forehead. You both felt and heard him breathe you in.

“Yeah,” he quietly said, but it didn’t sound convincing.

It was amazing really how the man who Rafe strived so hard to seek approval from could put him in such a bad mood with only a few words. He pulled away from you to undress, reaching behind his head to pull off his shirt. He told more so than asked you to join him in the shower, and you were unsurprised when he kissed you halfway through.

His lips were eager, hungry, and when all of the soap ran down the drain, he reached back to turn the shower off. You were both still dripping when he guided you out of the bathroom, a giggle escaping your lips when his fingers tickled along your sides.

“Rafe,” you sighed, a moan tumbling out when he groped you.

Neither of you cared about getting his bed wet, only focused on being as close as possible. Rafe held you like a lifeline, not uncommon for him after any kind of confrontation with Ward. The older man always managed to get underneath his skin, and where Rafe used to cope with familiar white powder, he had replaced with you. You didn’t mind, never had. In fact, it made you feel good to know that it was you he sought solace in when his thoughts became too much.

You both moaned when he slid into you with ease, your fingers twisting into his hair, your teeth sinking into your lip. You wrapped your legs around him, holding him to you as he rutted into you, slowly curving his hips into yours. His muscles strained as he held himself above you, lips grazing along your skin before finding your own.

You were mindful of the fact that you were in a full house. Ward downstairs, Rose and Wheezie and Sarah in their rooms, no doubt. You always tried to be mindful, but you’d long discovered that Rafe liked knowing others could hear you. That others could hear what he was doing to you, and that every sound you made was because of him.

Your hands trailed to his neck, nails scraping along skin as they danced towards his chest. He kissed you again, swallowing your moans, his own groan filling your mouth when you clenched around his cock. Your toes curled at the way he stretched you, a small hiss escaping at a jerk of his hips. His hands found yours, threading your fingers together as he pushed them into the pillows on either side of your head.

“You know I love you, right?” he breathed into your mouth.

Your only response was a shaky nod, but Rafe wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Right…?”

“Y-yes,” you gasped, knees bent when he pushed his own forward.

“Fuck baby,” he breathed, burying his face into your neck. “…and you love me, right?”

He had lifted his head, eyes boring into yours. The blue of them was piercing, paralyzing even as he stared you down. There was some desperation there that gave you pause, and your gaze softened, craning your neck to brush your lips against his.

“Of course, I love you, Rafe. I’ll always love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He paused in his movements, letting one of your hands go to reach and touch your face, fingers grazing your skin. His brows were drawn together, and his jaw ticked ever so slightly as he held your gaze. He studied your face, nose brushing yours.

“You promise…?”

“I promise,” you said without hesitation.

You felt Rafe shudder against you, fingers still on your face, and he ran his thumb along your lip before kissing you again. His hips resumed their movements, thrusting into you with a pace that made you gasp. Rafe wasted no time before tasting the inside of your mouth. He fucked you for what felt like hours, tasting you and basking in the feel of you wrapped around him. Every frustration he had against Ward he took out on you, teeth and fingers pressing into your skin.

And you were more than happy to let him.

When you finally came around him, you threw your head back, lips parted in a silent scream. Rafe had one hand pressed into your stomach, holding you down as you bucked underneath him. His other curled around the back of your neck, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your throat when he finally spilled into you. You clung to him as you both came together, breathing labored and chest heaving.

He had just rolled over to pull you against his chest when his phone went off. You groaned, about to tell him to ignore it when he grabbed it, giving you a quick glance of the screen. You rolled your eyes at the sight of Topper’s name, sitting up with a sigh. Rafe made a slight frown as he watched you put on some clothes, but he’d never ignored Topper before, and you knew he wasn’t going to start now.

The other guy’s voice filled the room as Rafe answered his FaceTime call, proving you right. He must have heard you because it wasn’t long before the sound of your name reached your ears.

“Is Y/N there?”

“Yeah,” Rafe answered, a small smirk on his lips, and you rolled your eyes again. “…but you can keep talking.”

It didn’t take a genius to catch on to the fact that they were talking about coke and any other drugs they could get for some party this week. Topper’s voice became like background noise, and you thought to yourself how the other blond always seemed to be around. You knew they were best friends before you started dating, Kelce too, but even Kelce seemed to somewhat have a life outside of Rafe.

Despite what Topper liked to repeat, you wondered if it was because he was still kind of hung up on Sarah. It wasn’t your place to say how he really felt about her because all that mattered was that to him, she was his first love. Unfortunately, John B was hers, and you and Topper were far from close enough to know what his thoughts really were.

Prepared to leave Rafe alone with what felt like the other person in this relationship at times, you made your way downstairs for something to drink.

You happily danced with some girl you’d befriended for the night. She was just as drunk as you, her boyfriend ditching her after some argument. At least, that was what she’d slurred to you, clearly having word vomit as she rambled. You’d listened intently, frowning at the fact that he just left her.

“Don’t worry,” she had waved you off. “…my friends are on their way.”

That had relieved you some, and she was more than happy to agree when you offered to hang out with her until they did. She was nice enough, and deep down, some part of you wondered if she still would be if she knew you weren’t a Kook. It was a thought you often had whenever you found yourself immersed in Rafe’s world.

You always felt like an imposter, like you were living a life that wasn’t actually yours. Your place here was conditional, and you knew it, and you knew that if it weren’t for Rafe, you wouldn’t get treated half as nice as you did. It was a thought that troubled you, but Rafe made it worth it.

You turned to look at the blond as he leaned against the wall with Topper and Kelce, a fond smile on his pink lips when his eyes met yours.

Of all the girls on this entire island, he chose you. It was daunting at first to say the least, but clearly Rafe saw something in you that he loved. That he wanted for himself, and eventually your skepticism had faded away to acceptance.

“…but I’m a Pogue,” you had said to Rafe one night after a date during the early stages of your relationship.

He’d bitten his lip, blue eyes glinting as he drank you in.

“Yeah, but I don’t care,” he’d replied, fingers touching your chin. “…you’re different.”

It had made you frown, not quite agreeing with his compartmentalization, but then he had kissed you and helped you out of the truck and taken you on one of the best dates you’d ever experienced. You looked away from him when the girl at your side said her goodbyes, relief filling you both when she joined her friends.

You stumbled your way towards Rafe, and he reached for you to help you the rest of the way. Kelce was gone, and you could feel Topper’s eyes on you both when you kissed him.

“New friend?” Rafe drawled, and you shrugged.

“Kind of. Her asshole of a boyfriend just left her,” you scoffed in disbelief. “She was all alone.”

“What a jerk,” Rafe chuckled.

“Where’d Kelce go?” you wondered since he’d just been here.

“He went chasing after some girl he’s been trying to get for weeks,” Topper answered with a laugh, bringing his beer up to his lips. “He’s got no shot.”

Rafe joined him, a grin on his own lips.

“50 bucks says he gets a drink thrown in his face,” your boyfriend said.

You rolled your eyes at them, looking away as Rafe’s hands slid over your waist, pulling you against him. Some girl was walking out of the kitchen with homemade cocktails, and you waved her over. If you weren’t mistaken, this was her house, and she confirmed it when she finally made her way to you.

“Careful,” she warned you when she handed you one. “You can’t taste the alcohol and that makes it dangerous.”

You thanked her for the warning, taking a sip as she waited to see how it turned out. The flavor was sweet on your tongue, and you complimented her with wide eyes. As you did so, you could hear Topper’s voice behind you. Low so you knew he was trying to whisper, but just loud enough to reach your ears.

“Y/N looks really good tonight…”

You frowned slightly at that, taking another sip as the girl told you what she’d put in the drink in case you wanted to make it sometime.

“You just noticed?” you heard Rafe chuckle, voice muffled slightly by his cup.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounded offended on your behalf. You heard Topper hit his arm, a light scoff escaping him.

“She always looks hot, but you know what I mean,” his tone was light. “I’m trying to compliment your girlfriend, man.”

Rafe’s only response was a hum after a while, and when the other girl left, you turned to make him take a sip. Rafe didn’t like what he liked to call ‘girly drinks’, but he rolled his eyes and took a sip, nonetheless. As he did, your eyes accidentally met Topper’s, and you sent him an awkward smile. He didn’t return it right away, blue eyes boring into yours before the corner of his mouth eventually curved upwards.

It was another hour or so when the drugs finally came out. You weren’t surprised when Topper went to cop some, and Rafe briefly kissed you as soon as you’d finished your drink. His arms circled around your waist, pulling you closer while his lips grazed your ear.

“You want to head upstairs?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ve been fighting a headache for about half an hour now,” you complained, and Rafe shook his head at you.

“Okay, grandma,” he teased just as Topper returned.

He and Rafe shared a brief look as he told Topper you guys were heading upstairs. Your hand was in Rafe’s as he led you up there, Topper behind you both as they joked about the girl Kelce was striking out with. All of the alcohol in your system had you stumbling a bit, Topper’s hand on your back steadying you, and even though you thanked him, you couldn’t help the slight frown that fell over your face.

               You and Topper were as close as you could be with you being Rafe’s girlfriend and all, but you couldn’t ever recall a time where he’d touched you. Not even to help you down some stairs. Rafe was always there, and he got jealous over the most harmless of things. You both knew that, and yet, Rafe didn’t look upset at all when he glanced back.

You couldn’t remember whose house you were in, the cocktail girl now faceless in your mind, but Rafe seemed to, at ease as he walked into an empty room. His hand was still in yours as he pulled you inside, and you faintly noted the sound of the door clicking shut as Topper closed it. You thought nothing of it, recalling the many times you’d gotten high with them in whatever empty room they could find.

Sometimes Kelce was present too, sometimes with Topper absent, but Rafe was always there.

You made your way towards the window, looking down at the yard with a light laugh. Some guy was being pushed into the pool, a harmless fight breaking out as he and the girl splashed each other. You could hear Rafe and Topper snorting a line or 2 behind you, and you turned when Rafe softly called your name. It dripped like honey from his lips.

He was holding his hand out to you when you faced him, sitting at the desk. Her jerked his head, motioning for you to come over. Topper was leaning against it, blue eyes meeting yours as you neared them.

“It’s all nice and neat for you just like you like,” your boyfriend mocked.

“Ha ha.”

Never in your life did you ever think you’d be used to snorting anything, but you didn’t make a habit out of it. Only doing so here and there, but always with Rafe around. That was the only time you even felt comfortable getting high. You didn’t trust anyone else.

A hand was in your hair as you leaned over and inhaled the small line, and when you sat up, you noticed that Rafe was making another line for himself…hands occupied. Your brows knitted, but when you looked over at Topper, he was already walking away.

Rafe snorted another line and pulled you against him as he stood. You laughed into his mouth as he kissed you, the display of affection with a present audience common. His hand reached down to grope you, and again, this wasn’t uncommon. However, you did jerk a bit when he tried to slip his hand into your shorts.

“Rafe!”

You laughed it off, but you did look at him like he’d lost his mind. He had never tried to go that far with anyone else present before.

“Topper’s right there,” you harshly reminded him. “Don’t be gross.”

He pulled you back when you tried to go back towards the window, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed his chest to your back.

“Topper doesn’t mind,” he mumbled, pressing kisses along your neck. “Right…?”

Topper was leaning back on the bed, watching you both with a shake of his head. Your frown deepened.

“Nope,” he said, popping the “P” with a small smirk dancing across his lips.

His gaze was unwavering, and you nervously scoffed.

“Well, I do, so…”

You went to move away again, but Rafe held you to him as he walked towards the bed. He turned you around, lips covering yours again, and you pushed at his shoulder. You tried to turn your head.

“Just pretend like he’s not there,” he groaned, tightening his arms around you.

“Rafe, come on,” you sighed, huffing when he gently pushed you onto the bed.

You bounced a bit, and you looked at your boyfriend like he was crazy. You kept thinking to yourself that he couldn’t be serious. Surely the alcohol and coke had fried his brain or something, and you failed to move your foot in time as he reached for it, keeping you in place.

It was hard to ignore Topper’s gaze as Rafe slowly made himself comfortable on top of you, lips meeting yours before kissing his way down your frame, making you squirm. A sharp gasp escaped you when he nipped at your hip, his hand coming up to slide under your bathing suit top.

“Rafe,” you sharply said, trying to sit up, but the combination of alcohol and coke was making it really hard.

Everything seemed to hit you all at once, and you blinked a few times.

“Show Topper how pretty you are,” he moaned, teeth nipping at your thighs.

When Topper’s hand landed on your other leg, that was when you found the strength to sit up. You didn’t like this, and you told Rafe that.

“I don’t…I don’t like this,” you mumbled, trying to get off of the bed, but then Topper’s lips were on yours, making your eyes widen.

You had never once thought about kissing the other man, not even in passing, but you were still surprised at how soft his lips were. They pressed against yours, slightly bitter with the taste of beer, and his hand pressed into the mattress beside your hip as he moved closer. His breath mingling with yours made you gasp, eyes widening.

You pushed at him, looking at him in shock before your eyes fell to Rafe. But your so-called jealous boyfriend didn’t look it, at all. His blue gaze was focused intently on you, teeth still grazing over your skin, tongue darting out here and there. There was a sinking feeling in your gut, and you really wanted to leave.

“I’m going home-.”

Rafe’s hand on your jaw cut you off, and you looked at him with wide eyes as his nose brushed yours, dark blond strands touching your forehead. He’d moved so fast it made your heart skip a beat, and you swallowed at his tight hold on your face.

“Lighten up, yeah…? We’re having fun,” he slurred, a look in his eyes that made your heart race.

“I’m not.”

You tried to get away again, but Rafe was pushing you down, hands on your wrist as he pinned you down.

“Relax,” he drawled. “Show Topper how good you are.”

“Rafe, this isn’t funny-!”

A gasp left you when Topper’s lips descended over your chest. You didn’t even feel him pull the top down. His other hand was working it’s way into your shorts, and Rafe kissed at your throat as it did. Your mind was telling you what was happening, but you were having a hard time believing it was real. Some part of you was trying to convince yourself that somewhere along the way the coke and alcohol had knocked you out, and this was all a nightmare.

“Rafe, I don’t like this!”

You fought against them both, tears kissing your eyes as you furiously tried to sit up. You managed to slip away for a moment before Rafe was slamming you back down. Your head spun from the movement, and you kicked your feet as he pulled at your shorts. You were growing scared and desperate.

“You’re embarrassing me, babe,” he sighed with a chuckle, but it lacked humor, and you wanted to be sick.

Topper’s hands were on your legs, and Rafe moved towards your head, one hand on your shoulder while the other was under your chin, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. You could feel Topper settling between your legs, and your chest heaved. Rafe moved his mouth over yours, and you could hear the whisper of clothes falling to the floor.

“Be a good girl,” your boyfriend purred, eyes focusing on Topper now.

You followed his gaze, only briefly catching the sight of Topper hard and ready before settling between your legs. Your heart sank to your stomach, but everything coursing through your system made it hard to move. The room was tilting, spinning slightly, and your hands against Rafe weren’t doing much. You could feel Topper’s hands running along your legs, his unfamiliar touch making you cringe.

“You love me right…?” Rafe asked, lips ghosting over yours.

“Yes, but-!”

“…but what?”

Rafe’s voice was colder now as he stared into your eyes, and you shuddered when you felt Topper run his fingers over you. He played with your folds and swiped his fingers over you before pushing them inside. You whined, bucking against him in an effort to get him off, hands trying to push back at Rafe.

“You don’t think it’ll make me happy to see my friend happy?”

You couldn’t find the right words to respond to that, gasping as Topper curled his fingers into you. You heard him curse, and you felt his other hand pressing to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs. Your lashes fluttered, and Rafe pinned you down.

Your mouth parted into an ‘O’ shape as Topper began to push his way into you. He stretched you, sinking into you torturously slow. Your shaky gaze was focused on Rafe who seemed to be focused on where Topper was sliding into you. The other blond moaned when he filled you completely, remaining still for a moment to adjust. You hadn’t even realized you’d started crying until your tears hit your ears.

Rafe shushed you, peppering kisses along your face as Topper pulled out before pushing his cock back into you.

“Show him how good you are for me, hmm?”

“No-.”

You were cut off when Rafe grabbed your wrists, pinning them beside your head and kissing along your throat. Topper’s heavy breathing reached your ears, and your back arched, chest pointing upwards as his cock stroked your walls. His unfamiliar hands were on your thighs, groping at them with a possessiveness that scared you. The more you accepted that this was happening, the more you cried.

When Rafe finally let you go, your relief was short-lived.

Topper caged you in completely now, his breath in your ear. His hands hooked underneath your thighs, hips snapping into yours. He slid into you with ease now, the sound of your involuntary arousal filling the room despite the muffled sounds of the party that could still be heard. You pushed at his chest, but he wasn’t budging, too caught up in the feel of you clinging to his length with every movement.

Your attention was drawn to the faint sound of Rafe standing. You watched in despair as he locked the door, the sound deafening in the room. The room was still swaying, and you felt so light and confused. The alcohol was fully settled in your system now, and it was warring with the coke. You slowly blinked, head lolling a bit to watch Topper move above you.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, and you couldn’t swallow down the small moan that left your lips. You watched his lashes flutter, blue eyes flitting between yours. You watched him swallow, breathing shallow as he continued to fuck you, an unreadable look on his face.

The bed dipped beside you as Rafe joined you again, fingers grazing your chin as he turned your head towards him. His shirt was gone, and he pressed his lips to yours. You could barely move them, weakly protesting as he kissed you. He hummed into it, fingers still on your chin as he turned your head towards Topper in time for his lips to meet yours too.

He was fervent as he moved his mouth against yours, moaning into it. His hand found your neck, fingers curling around the back as he held your head in place. You could hear Rafe undressing, and your movements were sluggish as you reached up to grab at Topper’s arms. His lips traveled down over your chin and to your neck, tongue darting out to taste you just as Rafe’s hand tangled in your hair.

There seemed to be some cue that you missed because Topper pulled out of you with a groan. You shuddered at the feel, weakly protesting again as Rafe grabbed you, kissing you before turning you over. That just made the room spin more, and your nails scraped the sheets while his hands settled on your hips. He entered you in one smooth thrust, and you gasped.

Even the familiar feel of his cock couldn’t make this better. You were so confused and hurt and scared. You started crying again, and you felt Topper wiping at your cheeks, gently shushing you as his hand ghosted over your face. Rafe pulled you up so that your back met his chest, sinking into you over and over. His hand wrapped around your throat, and his lips met your ear.

“You’re so pretty babe,” he whispered. “You should be proud that I want to show you off…show Topper how good you feel…how good you taste…”

At that, Topper’s mouth wrapped around a hardened bud, and you couldn’t swallow down the whine that left you. His hands found a place on your hips as he kissed down your body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His teeth grazed your lower stomach before nipping at your hip as Rafe had done earlier.

You couldn’t get a good grasp of time, unsure if 30 minutes or an hour had gone by. They took turns, taking you apart underneath them and relishing in the sounds of your whimpers and moans. When Topper finally came inside of you, he’d gripped you so tight you were sure there’d be bruises. He had moaned into your mouth, and you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from coming around him, walls fluttering against your will and thighs trembling.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he’d hissed, and your fingers had twisted into the sheets.

“Doesn’t she feel good?” Rafe had said, sounding proud, and Topper had only moaned in response.

You were exhausted, barely moving at all when Rafe took his place, the alcohol on the verge of knocking you out completely. Your head lolled, and you murmured something unintelligible that Rafe quickly swallowed with a kiss. You could feel the mess you were making on the bed, every push of Rafe’s cock making a noise that would’ve embarrassed you had you been more lucid.

He slammed into you, teeth gritted and fingers twisting into the sheets beside your head. You were beyond sensitive from your first orgasm, shaking beneath him already. You squeezed your eyes shut when Topper reached down to brush his fingers over you, helping you along and making you clench down onto Rafe. You cried out, hanging onto Rafe’s arms, nails digging into his skin, unable to stop your hips from lifting to meet his.

His cock hit something in you that had you seeing stars, and your chest arched upwards.

“She’s so pretty when she comes,” you heard Topper murmur, fatigue clearly creeping up on him.

Rafe hummed in agreement, stilling against you, coming deep inside of you with a low moan. He looked tired too, and when he pulled out to collapse at your side, you couldn’t even find the strength to get up. Your lashes fluttered, and you ached, desperately wanting to leave as soon as you found the strength to. Rafe’s fingers grazed your own, and you couldn’t even pull them away, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, right now.

Darkness crept along the outskirts of your vision, and you could only exhale when Topper’s hand cupped your face, soft lips brushing over your tear-stained cheek.

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