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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: topper's virginity kink - stop that, he's a gentleman about it ffs, he takes the best care of you , p in v sex of the protected variety, swearing, biting/marking, dirty talk, a little tearing up, kissing/saliva exchanged. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt four- virginity

character | fandom - topper thornton | outer banks

reader | original character - female reader, pogue!john b's sister & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 6.3k

tagging - <taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you've been dancing around the way you feel about him for a while now, but a Halloween bonfire at the boneyard + a few drinks might just change all that..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

You couldn't stare at Topper Thornton any harder if you tried. Your eyes are glued to him like magnets as he tosses a football back and forth with some other Kooks down the shore. Staring is all you're ever gonna get. Might as well enjoy it. - the thought has you frowning to yourself and you bite your bottom lip as you watch the way he peels off a long sleeve shirt and tosses it at the sand.

Your brother John B happens to notice that you're distracted and you haven't paid attention to a single thing he’s been saying so he clears his throat and when that doesn't work, he bounces a green grape off your forehead.

Kiara snickers quietly. Sarah raises a brow and Kiara gets her off to the side, explaining what she was just laughing at.

❝ Wait.. she likes Top?❞ Sarah glances at you and John B, a brow raised. She groans to herself as she catches the tail end of yet another argument between the two of you.

❝ She’s in love with him, actually.❞ Kiara shrugs as the argument between you and John B kicks into high gear.

John B glares at you. ❝ We discussed this. I don't even want that prick Thornton breathing your air, sis. He's not a good guy.❞

❝ We didn’t discuss anything, JB. You dictated, like always and I agreed just to shut you up.❞ you snipe, glaring at your older brother. ❝ I'm not involved in this stupid Kooks versus Pogue bullshit. And, ❞ you pause, a hand on your hip, ❝ You don’t know the guy.❞

❝I know him one hell of a lot better than you do, little bit. So what he saved you from drowning and he just happened to be there that time you took the Twinkie out and th' tire blew. Just because he felt like being a nice guy two times doesn't make him a good person. Stay away from th' guy. I'm being serious, lil bit. ❞ John B argues.

His firm warning is met with a roll of your eyes as you decide you'd rather chew glass than keep arguing with the brick wall known as your older brother.

❝ Would you fucking relax, dumbass? Its not like I'm gonna screw or marry the guy.❞ you yell, probably a little louder than you should have. Your face is on fire as soon as you realize just how many people your angry outburst has staring at you.

As you're storming away, you happen to crash right into Topper, the unaware subject of the entire fight you've just had with John B. He gazes at you in concern as his hands rest against your upper arms. ❝ You look upset.❞

You swallow hard. And naturally, the thought comes, bitterly, I'm gonna go all weird and quiet now. Just like every other time I'm near Topper.

❝ Y-yeah.❞ you finally murmur, ❝ Johns just bein an asshole…Again.❞ and you're staring up, lost in the multi-toned warmth of his eyes. You can feel your brother and the rest of his friends staring and you sigh a little. But Topper hasn't let go of your arms yet and if the look in his eyes is anything to go by, he doesn't buy what you're saying at all.

❝ Yeah, that tracks.❞ Topper finally mumbles as he reluctantly releases the hold on you, instantly missing the softness of your skin under his hands as soon as its gone. He gives John B and the other Pogues a dirty look and it's fleeting, he's quick to turn his attention back to you.

❝ I'm gonna get going...❞ you reluctantly step away, instantly wishing you hadn't, ❝ Before he busts a vein.❞

Topper chuckles. And he'll tell himself that the only reason he does what he winds up doing next is solely to cause that, its just to get your very overprotective big brother all riled up, maybe it is. But as much as that's the honest to God's truth, there's a deeper reason he invites you to the Halloween bonfire tonight at the boneyard.

He wants to see you again. He's like an addict, he needs his fix.

❝ Hey!❞ he stops you in your tracks, ❝ There's a bonfire tonight..to celebrate Halloween, I guess. You should come..I mean, unless you're scared it's gonna make big brother mad.❞

You can feel the rage and frustration as it rolls off your brother when JJ nudges him so he doesn't miss what's unfolding.

You know you should turn him down, every part of you insists that going anywhere near that damned bonfire tonight is not only a bad idea, it's possibly the worst one you've ever had and yet.. when you open your mouth to do the right thing, the smart thing, and gently tell him no, ❝ Maybe I will, Thornton. Maybe I will.❞

You hurry away after answering, mostly because you know if you don't do that, John will come over and restart the argument you two were having that made you storm away and collide with Topper just now in the first place.

Sarah and Kiara exchange looks.

❝ Tell me you were picking up on the way Topper was with her just now. Tell me I'm not reading into what we both just saw way too much.❞ Kiara asks after a few seconds. Sarah laughs softly and shakes her head. ❝ I think I have an idea. C'mon.❞ she starts to walk towards where you happen to be standing on the boardwalk as she glances back at Kiara and Cleo, ❝ We can wait for permission now or beg for forgiveness later.❞

❝ Wait, hold on!❞ Kiara rushes to catch Sarah, ❝What are we even doing?❞

❝ When I was dating Top...❞ she trails off and watches Topper as he's watching you, ❝ I used to be so jealous of her. I used to think that he wanted her more. I'm starting to realize I was right… and if she likes him back, I mean…❞ Sarah trails off, speaking up a few seconds later, ❝ Top is a good guy.. He deserves to be happy too, Kie.❞

❝ You do realize John isn't gonna see it that way...❞

❝ And we'll cross that bridge when we're there. What I do know is I owe him.❞

❝ Okay, so what are we thinking?❞ Kiara asks, watching as you watch Topper throwing the football around, further down the shore.

❝ Everybody is gonna be in costume tonight.. well, most everybody.❞ Sarah muses, gazing from you to Topper as she formulates her plan.

Cleo and Pope wander up to you as you finish your cigarette and thump its remains at the pavement.

❝ John is just being protective..❞ Pope speaks up after a few seconds. You nod, exhaling the last plume of smoke into the afternoon air. ❝ I know, Pope. I just don't get it.. Topper has actually helped out when we asked. Of the rest, he's the least biggest asshole. And I can't help who I.. nevermind..❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, ❝ He’s probably right, its not like a guy like that,❞ you nod in Topper's direction, ❝ Is even interested in me in the first place.❞

Cleo happens to look over where you were just staring right as you make yourself stop staring and Topper starts staring at you.

❝ I think you’re wrong.❞ Cleo muses, nudging Pope to get him looking in Topper's direction. Pope rubs his chin thoughtfully, tuning back into your continued rant just in time to hear you going off on a tangent about the way John B is engaged to Sarah and its kind of stupid to be an ass about Topper based solely on that.

❝ I mean, if he obviously liked me to begin with, he's totally a hypocrite for continuing to be an ass about this.❞ you go quiet.

Cleo snickers softly. ❝ There's one way to find out.. Go to the bonfire tonight. He did invite you.❞ she's challenging you, daring you to do something because she's gotten to know you well enough at this point to know that challenging you or daring you is a surefire way to get you to do something, quick, fast and in a hurry.

You mull it over. You were already planning to go, you were going to hang out with Cleo and Pope. If things seemed off you could bail and you wouldn't be stuck by yourself because Cleo is your best friend and she'll be there.

❝ Come with me.❞ Sarah butts in, ❝ We're going costume shopping.❞

You raise your brow. Laugh softly. ❝ Now why am I gonna do that, hm?❞ you ask, shuffling your feet against worn wood.

Sarah grumbles. Then she sees the stern look she's getting from both you and Cleo so she launches into this long-winded ramble about just wanting to have a little fun, pointing out that you did promise your brother you would at least attempt to give her a chance. ❝ Everybody is gonna be in costume tonight.. well, most everybody. I thought it'd be fun..❞

You laugh. ❝Okay, fine. But I probably won't buy one. I'm a little too old for dress up games.❞ you're kind of scoffing, thinking to yourself that it figures the Kook princess would be into dressing up.

Cleo gives you a gentle nudge and you manage a tight smile at Sarah Cameron.

❝ I've got an hour to waste til my shift at the bar. No lingerie or cutesy animal themed stuff, got it?❞

Sarah laughs. ❝Fine. But you have to let me do your makeup and hair if you pick one.❞

You snort in laughter. ❝ How about you just be happy I agreed to tag along with you two..❞ you nod to Kiara as she leans against the railing around the pier, ❝ And leave me to my own devices with hair and makeup, huh?❞

❝ This is a bad idea, Sare.❞ Kiara gives you a dirty look and you roll your eyes right back at her. Cleo laughs quietly and shakes her head.❝ Alright, you three. Behave. If we’re going, we should go.❞

❝What's wrong with me doing your hair and makeup, anyway?❞ Sarah asks and you laugh. ❝It’s fine for you..I'm just not into the whole princess vibe.❞

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You're lingering hesitantly with your brother and his friends, infinitely regretting your spur-of-the-moment decision to buy the form fitting little white tank style dress and the veil and garter, but in your defense, Cleo dared you. And you're nothing if not petty, so given that you're going to the bonfire tonight just to see Topper and you know what your brother's always saying, you chose the petty road and tonight's costume is you, making a point. The thrifted dress had been longer 3 hours ago but all the tulle and fluff had been torn away from the rest of the dress, leaving you with a form fitting white dress that stopped just about the tops of your thighs. It's the shortest thing you've ever worn out in public but when you also found a garter and an old veil that you could use to form your own shorter veil, you took it to be a sign from the petty gods.

When you'd told Cleo this earlier, she nearly doubled over laughing.

❝ The flannel and combat boots are throwing off the whole costume.❞ Sarah clucks her tongue as she says it, giving you a once-over. ❝ I don't get why you had to destroy a perfectly good wedding dress either...❞

You shrug. ❝Deal with it, Sarah.❞

Sarah spots Topper as his Jeep pulls to a stop next to the Audi Kelce drives.

Cleo nudges you but you shake your head. ❝ Not right now..❞

Sarah and Kiara have spotted your brother and JJ so they're gone with quickness and it's now only you, Cleo and Pope standing near the coolers and kegs waiting to be tapped. Cleo nudges you and nods at Topper.

You happen to look up just in time to lock eyes with him. You figure he's going to look down first so you're surprised when he smiles and gives a little wave. You pour yourself a drink and take a sip, almost immediately spitting it out.

❝ You are officially on your own, girl. Me and Pope are going somewhere a little more…private.❞ and now Cleo and Pope are gone, leaving you all by yourself. You shuffle your combat boots against the sand awkwardly and you're just about to head over to play a hand of cards with your friends Jesse and Alec, but just as you take a step in the direction of Jesse's tailgate, you're tapped on the shoulder.

❝ You’re here.❞ Topper's breath is minty against your neck and your thighs clamp together in seconds. ❝ I didn't think you'd show up.❞

You turn to face him, head tilted slightly to look up at him. He towers over you easily and you swallow hard, blowing at a strand of fallen hair. All you can do is shrug as words fail you yet again.

Topper chuckles, the sound is husky, quiet. A crowd racing past you both forces you to step into his body and as the wind picks up a little, you hug your flannel shirt tighter against your body. Topper notices this and with a chuckle, he pulls off the jacket he's wearing and holds it out to you. You glance at it, then up at him. He pushes it at you and when you don't immediately take it, he slips it around your shoulders.

You can feel the exact second both JJ Maybank and your brother have caught onto it but you honestly couldn’t care less. Topper smiles down at you and because of the height difference between you two, he has to bend down just a little when he whispers ❝ I’m glad you came tonight. Kelce, he’s uh.. Been after me to just do something already but I.. Forget it.❞ he laughs quietly, ❝ It’s dumb.❞

You take a sip from the orange plastic cup in your hand and stare up at him quietly, nodding. Your cheeks feel a little warm, a little flushed and you can’t decide whether it’s from the watered down 80 proof in the cup you hold in your hand or if it’s from being around Topper Thornton, like usual.

Every time the two of you have a little run-in, you come away flustered then too.

Duh, you reflect on it, I'm always getting myself into weird and dangerous positions that somehow, he always manages to be close enough to save me from. And I wanna feel bad about that but it puts me in his path and I'm fine with that.

❝ I figured it was the least I could do, Top. I uh...❞ you shift your feet in the sand a little as you laugh at yourself and the sheer lack of ability to form words you’re suffering currently, ❝ I kind of owe you my life.. Three thousand times over, actually.❞

Topper snickers for a few seconds, falling silent again. By now you’ve migrated to a little bonfire further down the shore from the bigger one that everybody’s crowded around. He slips an arm around you and this pulls you straight into his side. Against him. You’re so close that the scent of his cologne envelopes you. As the two of you settle down in a spot on the sand, he speaks up again, gazing into the fire. ❝ I wasn’t keeping score. Y’know, you’re kind of a trouble slash danger magnet, right?❞ he chuckles as he looks over to see you pouting at him. You lightly swat his arm. ❝ Hey! That’s not fair! It’s not like I try to get myself in weird or dangerous situations, Top.❞

❝ Yeah.❞ he laughs, giving you that dimpled grin. You’re trying to resist, but the urge to be closer is driving you crazy. You lean against his side a little, your head resting against his bicep.

Topper’s breath hangs.

❝I always love t’ come out here and look at the stars.❞ you mutter quietly. Topper nods. ❝ Yeah, but the view at the lighthouse is prettier. Go all the way to the top and you can see everything..❞

❝ I’ve always wanted to go there..❞ you muse. He pulls himself up off the sand and holds out his hand to you. And that stupid, sexy, dimpled smile is back. You gaze at the hand he holds out and swallow hard. He’s grinning ear to ear. ❝ C’mon. We can slip away, nobody will ever know. I only come to this shit anymore because Kelce drags me.❞ Topper admits, conveniently leaving out the part where he mostly comes to be as close to you as he dares to get, lest he invoke the wrath of your overprotective big brother, John B.

But he’s got a foot in the door tonight. One chance to be even closer to you than he typically dares to get -aside from the times he happened to be in the right place at just the right time and he managed to keep you alive and safe.

He’s determined to take it.

You take hold of his hand. Biting your lip as you’re pulled off the sand and straight into his body. You’re only half teasing when you say it, ❝ Bet you take all the girls up there, huh? You being a ladies man and all..❞

He shakes his head. ❝ Nope. It’s somewhere I go alone, actually.❞

And you’d never own up to it but when he tells you that, you’re falling even more in love with him and you were just starting to think that couldn’t be possible.

❝ We’re gonna have to speed-walk to the Jeep.❞ you say it and through laughter, the two of you make a beeline for the Jeep. You practically dive into his passenger seat and he backs out of the spot he parked in as fast as he can, his arm around the back of your seat as he turns his head slightly, looking back over his shoulder.

You can feel those butterflies in your stomach, for sure. You know what you’re about to do, sneaking away with a Kook, is at best, a mere bad idea.. But for a bad idea, it feels so good.

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The stars glitter and glisten through floor to ceiling panes as you step into the little room atop the lighthouse. Your gasp makes him smile because he’d been hoping you might actually appreciate the view if he ever managed to be lucky enough to get you up here with him.

You turn to him in a rush, your chest presses against his as one of your hands finds purchase in the front of his favorite denim jacket, the one lined with wool. ❝ Top,❞ there it is, that sweet and sultry little purr that haunts his dreams, asleep or awake. He’s staring down at you, dazed. Because the moon is hitting your face just right and your skin is soft and dewy. You’re staring right back up at him, your grip on the front of his jacket tightens just a slip. When you realize just how close you’re pressed against him, your breath catches, a quiet gasp leaving your slightly parted lips.

He leans down, his face into yours just a little. A hand raises and cups your face after he’s brushed some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. ❝ What’s up?❞ he asks finally, the silence is too much for him.

❝ It’s so beautiful up here.❞ you mutter, raising one leg slightly, bent at the knee. He chuckles. The sound is soft. A little husky. Deep as the sound rose up from the very bottom of his soul. It gives you another little tummy flutter. For just a split second, you wonder if this is how awestruck Sarah Cameron had to feel when he looked at her the way he’s looking at you right now. And then in the next breath you’re doing all you can to mentally gaslight yourself that no, he’s definitely not looking at you like that.

You almost manage to pull it off until he shatters the silence. ❝ What I’m lookin at right now is more beautiful.❞

You gulp. The minty clean warmth of his breath fans your face as his moves even closer and the hand that had been on your cheek just seconds before moves to the back of your head. Thick digits catch against your hair. You melt against him and you try not to do it, but your eyes flutter closed as your tongue drags over your bottom lip. The ripped piece of lace you’d stapled to a headband to make yourself a veil at the last minute is lifted, raised out of his way completely.

❝ I’m gonna kiss you.❞ he mumbles quietly, his free hand settled on your hip which he squeezes and uses his grip to pull you into him even closer, as if there was any space left between you both in the first place. ❝ You.. If you don’t want me to kiss you...❞ words are frustrating. He swears under his breath and takes a very shaky deep breath to try again. But you don’t want to wait a single second longer, maybe at least half of your brain is convinced that this is a daydream and you’re going to come out of it to find Cleo and Pope sitting across from you in your usual booth at the Wreck, laughing their asses off.

❝ Are you crazy?❞ you mumble soft, your lips bump right into his as you speak, ❝ I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were twelve.. When I almost drowned to death and you saved me?❞

Topper blinks. He’d honestly thought that given all previous interactions, you’d panic and bolt. Because that used to be what you did in any situation where you found yourself alone with him. ❝ You.. you really mean that...❞ he studies you, curious.

❝ I said it, Top.❞ you mumble quietly. You’re not good at making eye contact for too long. So when you try to stare a hole through the front of Topper’s denim jacket, he cups your jaw and makes you look up at him. The distance between your mouths begins to close again. Time all but freezes and finally, his thick tongue splits the barrier of your lips. You keep up with him as best as you can but it’s clumsy. A little needy and you’re melting into his body the more the kiss deepens. When your lips latch onto his bottom one, he groans against your mouth quietly and the hair his hand is so caught up in is given a slight little tug.

The two of you are light-headed, racing hearts and breathing for each other when the kiss breaks and you reluctantly pull apart, a strand of saliva keeping just a small hint of connection between your mouths. ❝ Fuck.❞ - that’s both of you mumbling the word in unison because he’d imagined what kissing you might feel like for a while now but what he’s just done went above and beyond his wildest imagination. And he knows it won’t be enough because he’s already pulling you back against him and leaning himself down into you for another one.

Your hand raises and settles in his hair, giving it a tug as you climb up into his arms, your legs circling his waist. The ripped lace of the flimsy DIY veil falls down between both of your faces at one point and Topper’s hand catches against the dollar store headband and slips it off your head, letting it fall from his fingers to the wooden floor of the room. You’ve rubbed yourself against him at least two times by now and you keep making these cute little whiny sounds that are driving him to the brink of his restraint.

When your mouth strays from his, seeking out the side of his neck, he sucks in a sharp breath. Hands catch against your ass, squeezing a double handful through a skintight white tank dress. He growls into your neck, ❝ We.. we don’t have t’ do this.. This isn’t why I brought you up here, love.❞ and it’s so cute and sweet and when he calls you love it’s just such a gentleman’s choice of word. You pull away to stare up at him. ❝ I know, I just..❞ you take a deep breath, laugh at yourself because you know damn well you’re rushing into this but at this point, it just feels like you’ve waited longer than forever. Maybe even longer than an eternity.

❝ What? You can tell me, love.❞ Topper coaxes. You play with the front of his jacket as you try to will the words out. ❝ I promised myself if I ever got a chance.. With you.. I was going to do everything I could to make you mine.❞ you cringe a little, it has to sound needy. It has to sound crazy, after all, every previous interaction between you both involved you making a hasty retreat.

❝ You.. you did?❞ he’s puzzled. Because he’s never been anyone’s first choice. He’s never been the guy who gets kissed like you just kissed him. He’s the best friend. Comic relief. The one people turn to only when he can do something for their benefit.

❝ Topper,❞ you whine out as you try to rub against him as much as you can and cling to his body, ❝ I want you..❞

He’s gaping. Stunned. Speechless. Because not only is someone begging for him.. That someone is someone he’s actually had his eye on for a really long time. Secretly, of course.

❝ I… I didn’t say too much, did I?❞ you ask quietly when he’s still dazed a second or two later and you notice that he’s not really responding to anything you’re doing. You frown a little and you’re just about to climb down out of his arms but he takes a step back. You wind up sat on the circular metal railing that surrounds the circular room. ❝ No. No, love.. You didn’t. I just needed to process.❞ Topper explains as his hands leave your hips, skimming up the front of your body, squeezing and cupping your breasts through thin fabric. When you start to rock into him all over again, he bites back a growl and thrusts himself against you so you can feel how hard he is through the jeans he’s wearing. And then he’s staring at you, eyes burning, pupils blown with lust. ❝ You’re.. You’re sure, yeah? We don’t have t’ do this right now, love...❞ he’s melting back into you, his mouth against your neck, tongue dragging the length of your pulse before he takes a little nip of exposed skin.

The scent of vanilla, of you and that sugary sweet cheap perfume you always wear, that fills his awareness, permeates the air all around you both. When his hand slips up your dress and he feels the garter wrapped around your thigh, he inhales, resting his forehead against the top of your breasts. The clasp to the garter was tricky. It was frustrating for him, especially when the only thing he wanted was to strip everything away that kept your skin from touching his.

❝ I hate this damn thing.❞ he huffs out just two seconds before he finally just loses all patience with your tight and stubborn clothing and rips the garter away. Your thin flannel shirt goes next, followed by his denim jacket, both settling in a heap on the floor of the observation room.

With shaking hands you reach down between your bodies to unbutton his jeans and they settle around his ankles.

He’s sucking your neck as he works the short and tight little dress up your hips, relishing all your little whimpers and whines and the way you're just so damn responsive to every little touch or kiss. His hand slips between your thighs and your breath catches, your head fallen back against the floor to ceiling pane of glass at your back. He cups your wet sex, rubbing his hand against it until you're rocking yourself against his hand, moaning his name and he can feel you dripping against his palm.

❝ Have you ever..uh, have you done this before, love?❞ he asks the question both not expecting your answer and preparing himself to be at least a little jealous, more determined to erase anyone else you've ever been with from your memory. ❝ No.❞ you breathe out against his neck as you work his shirt up and out of the way. Topper is frozen again. Trying to process everything, from the first kiss to now, when you've just told him that he's going to be your first lover. Only, his mind corrects as he feels himself getting harder at the mere thought that he's going to be the first, only, boy to bury his cock inside you. He never thought that just finding out you are a virgin would drive him as crazy as it is.

❝ Okay, look at me, love..❞ he's trying to be the voice of reason, to slow things down before they go too far. He wants to make sure you really are ready. He cups your jaw, tilting your gaze up ❝Do you really want this? Are..are you sure?❞, he asks, trying to get you focused on the question.

But you're begging and the way you keep kissing on him while clinging to him as much as you can melts him. He melts down into you after releasing his hold on your jaw, his face buried in your tits as his hands squeeze your ass.

❝ I want you, Top. Nobody else. You.❞ you answer quietly, cupping his face to make him look up at you so he knows you mean it and you're not just in the heat of the moment. ❝ You.❞

It's everything he's always wanted to hear and given up on hearing. He's all over you after it sinks in, lips against soft skin, hands anywhere he can get them on you. ❝ I'm..fuck.❞ he breathes out against your mouth as he crashes his mouth against yours, ❝ I'm yours, okay?❞ he promises, melting into you so much that you're pressed back against the window.

Your fingers drag over his abdomen as you take in what he's promising. You weren't expecting it, you're blown away.

You whine out in need as you tug at the waistband of his boxers. He chuckles.

❝ Oh no. No, love, not until I get a taste of you first.❞ he mutters against the shell of your ear. Thick digits hook in the side of your panties, he works them down your legs and when they settle at your ankles, he gets down on his knees in front of you, gazing up. ❝ C'mon, love.. open those pretty legs for me. Let me see what I'm doing to you.❞ he murmurs, parting your legs with his hands. As he sets sights on your bare cunt -and how wet you are, he barely stops a groan at the sight. You fidget a little, squirming in his intent gaze because he's your first. This is all so very new to you. You’re afraid that he's going to change his mind. ❝ Relax, love. I swear to God I'm gonna take care of you, baby.❞

His tongue drags over the outline of his lips as moonlight makes your skin glisten, you're dripping for him and he's barely done a thing. He takes a pause, a few seconds to wrap his head around the fact that this is real and its happening.. with him. He's the one you've chosen to give yourself to and he's determined not to make you regret it.

His tongue drags over the soft skin, tracing its way up your inner thighs. When you start to giggle because you discover you're ticklish on your inner thighs, he chuckles quietly. When his tongue drags a stripe right up the center of your dripping hot sex, your breath hangs in your throat. He groans at the taste of you as it fills his mouth and two fingers join his tongue, stretching you more than you're used to. Your hand catches in his hair and you tug as his fingers and tongue fuck your virgin cunt to prepare you to be full of him. He mutters against your skin ❝ Pull harder, love. If it helps.❞ as he buries his tongue deep inside. Your free hand curls around cool metal and you whimper and whine.

There's a white hot ache that's creeping in, settling in the pit of your stomach as Topper works his fingers and tongue inside you. ❝ Top…❞ you're moaning his name like a prayer as you try to move your hips, desperate for more.

❝ Good girl. Fuck. Fuck,❞ he groans out, the sound of his voice muffled by the way he's got his face buried between your thighs. He stops to breathe - and to watch the way your head falls back and your mouth is hanging open partially, begging him to fuck you. ❝ Such a good girl for me.❞

You're so close. He can feel you tense up. He starts to slow down and you cry out for him, frustrated tears shining in your eyes as he looks up at you, his tongue dragging over your throbbing clit. ❝ Too much, love?❞ he questions.

You nod. He pulls himself up off his knees and steps between your legs, his hands pinning your hands against the glass at your back as he lets his boxers fall to the floor and lines up his cock with your dripping hole. As he fucks into you for the first time, you clench around his cock and it's so tight. His breath catches and when he feels you tense up, he goes still. Kissing on you as he waits for you to get used to taking his cock.

❝ Is it.. are you okay now, love?❞ he asks, gently cupping your jaw as you nod and start trying to rock yourself into him.

This feels so fucking good, - the thought comes as you clench tight around him and he groans against your neck, plowing into you slow and deep.

❝ –oh God don't stop dontstop, baby you feel so good. So gooood.❞ you're in the heat of the moment and all he can do is watch as you come undone, the sexy little sounds you're making combined with the way you clench around his thick cock is almost enough to make him come undone. ❝ Easy, love.❞ he coaxes, driving into you at a new angle as he lets go of your hands and grabs your hips, picking you up to slam you down on his cock over and over. ❝ I'm…fuck…I wanna cum, princess. You feel so so good. So good.❞ he's begging for it and he doesn't care, he's got no shame at all. You’re clinging to him as your orgasm rips through you and leaves you a fucked out and needy mess. He's thrown into his own orgasm, your cunt squeezing his cock so perfectly that he can't hold it off.

You feel him throbbing, hot seed painting your insides and he leans down into you, his forehead against your tits while he takes a few sloppy thrusts. His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's equal parts sloppy and sweet.

Down on shore, the festivities are still going, you can see the bonfire from where you are as you slip down from the rail, the two of you helping each other redress, stopping to steal kisses or melt into each other.

As he holds out your 'veil' to the costume, he turns it over in his hands and chuckles quietly. ❝ Tiffany..from Bride of Chucky, right?❞ he asks and you laugh softly.

❝ Nope. I am a bride though.. since my brother thinks that I'm gonna run off to marry you just because I really like you and I stare too much, I decided to prove him right.❞

Topper chuckles. Then it sinks in what you're admitting. He catches up to you as you're about to open the door to the room and he turns you around to face him. ❝ I kinda thought you hated me or that I scared you because you're always rushing off whenever we happen to be alone.. thats not true?❞

You laugh softly and shake your head. ❝ I didn’t want my idiot brother to come after you. If he hurt you, I..❞ you trail off, a hand raised to caress his cheek as you stare up at him. ❝ I'm not trying to scare you or anything but..❞ you lean against him, ❝ I think I could love you. That I have for a long time..❞

He's blown away. He cups your jaw to make you look up at him as he takes in what you've just said. ❝ D-do you mean that?❞

You smile softly and nod. He holds you tighter, his nose against the crown of your head. ❝ He doesn't scare me. And he won't stop me from being with you.❞ Topper promises, staring down at you.

❝ Wanna go back down?❞ he asks after a few seconds. You laugh and shake your head no, telling him ❝ I only came tonight to be close to you.❞

The two of you do make your way out of the lighthouse but it's to sit on the deck, you caged in by his body as he holds you close and points out different stars in the sky.

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt. 4 ● j. maybank + t. thornton

warnings

angst / hurt comfort / fluff. Complicated relationships, reader/you does not get along with Kiara Carrera at all, mentions of reader/you having a not so great home life, 🍃 and alcohol + confrontations, partying and potential violence between characters, eventual filth.

<- reader is female. vague descriptors including hair/clothes/body parts and personality traits, possibly a nickname or petname.

word count

4008 exactly. Welcome to part 4, babes. pt 3 is ( here ) for missing context.

y'all are gonna be so tiredt of this i s2g, but i'm having a blast. i've never played around with this type of scenario before.

summary

( continued from here, a few days later )

Two guys, one girl. There's no way this is gonna go painlessly, right? Who will you wind up with by the end of it all, Kook or Pogue? How much will you lose along the way?

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other links

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JJ spots you sitting in the sand,your knees drawn up and the wind blowing your hair. He pauses and takes a deep breath. Does a quick look around as jealousy floods him at the thought he’s having about the way Topper Thornton is always lingering close by to you lately. A fat raindrop makes contact with his skin as he wanders over and flops down, sitting beside you wordlessly.

“Hey.”

You jump a little because you were lost in your own mind and you didn’t hear or see JJ when he wandered up and sat down. You take a sip of the Dr. Pepper sitting next to you and shift your gaze from the choppy water over to JJ.

“Hey.” you finally respond.

JJ takes another deep breath. “I know you’re mad..” he starts. Goes quiet. Takes off his baseball cap and drags a hand through platinum colored hair. He glances over at you and then continues, “I know, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t say something. I was just kind of worried about you.”

You look up, raising the Dr.Pepper bottle to your lips. JJ shifts around the way he’s sitting as blue eyes catch on the way your mouth looks wrapped around the opening in the bottle. He coughs abruptly. You still haven’t said anything to him beyond the quiet Hey a few seconds ago. And his stomach is churning, it’s doing lazy flips inside him.

“See, here’s the thing.” you place the bottle back down in the sand next to you. “You really weren’t. I think you spent the whole time we talked prodding me about Topper and asking me to be nicer to Kie.. Or am I remembering wrong?”

“I asked how your mom was! You’re the one who told me everything was fine. I’m not a mind reader, ___.” he fumes, words dying away on his lips as soon as he looks at you and it sinks in just how much you're hurting lately. And he's angry with himself because it's mostly his fault.

“And you weren’t a jerk either. You’re changing, okay? It hurts.” you interrupt before you can stop yourself.

“I’m not though.” JJ insists. "I've just been busy. There's been a lot going on, damn it."

Yeah, you think, a lot of stuff that you're shutting me out of when you normally wouldn't.

Instead of saying it out loud, you shove the thought down. Go quiet for seconds that feel like hours to him as he's sitting there, taking a deep breath. Staring out at the water and trying like hell to keep from letting himself look like a bitch and start crying.

“You haven’t asked if I wanted to hang a single time since..” you raise a hand, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “I wish I’d never gotten high with you guys that night and acted like that. You’ve been distant and cold since. I was stupid.”

“No..” JJ protests, going quiet. Because you’re not wrong, it was awkward. It was awkward in the sense that he hadn't known what to do or how to respond when it happened. This didn’t mean he didn’t want you being affectionate towards him or that he didn’t like it or anything like that, it just felt.. Wrong at the time. And just having that thought feels so bad, it’s so hard for him to have. He doesn’t want it, it feels intrusive.

But then he thinks about watching the sun set with Kie the night before when you bailed on him at the last second. Fair enough, he’s aware that he bailed on you most of the summer. And he hasn’t been telling you anything that’s gone on, you freaked out when he went missing, only to have him return and not offer any sort of explanation.

He knows he’s one thousand percent in the wrong.

He knows he’s been a shitty best friend. He knows he’s pushing you further and further away but he doesn’t know how to stop it from happening.

“It’s not that, okay?” he’s looking at you, you’re looking at choppy water. You shrug. “It’s really not a big deal. If you’re out here to ask if I’m okay with you and Kie, I don’t care. It’s your life, JJ.”

The whole time you’re saying it, you can feel your stomach churn. You can feel the bitterness in your mouth because you don’t mean a single word of what you’re saying to him. You want to be angry, you want to scream, to make a scene, to finally be brave enough to tell him what you’ve already tried and failed at showing him.

Most of all, you want this nagging feeling in your gut that you’re losing him to leave entirely. You want your sunshine boy back. The one who wants to be around. The one who doesn’t keep secrets or leave you out of things just because they might be a little ‘too dangerous’.

“You don’t..” JJ trails off. Tenses up slightly. “You don’t mean that. Just do it already. Get pissed. Do something, ___ because this isn’t like you, cupcake.”

“Maybe I’m tired, JJ. You can only fight the current so long before you drown. Maybe I’m just ready to drown.”

“That’s fucking morbid.” JJ mumbles. And he glances over at you, concern in baby blue eyes. Your ocean eyed boy and your heart is breaking when the thought comes because you knowit’s happening. You’re losing him. One day, maybe not long from now with the way things are going to hell in a hurry, you’ll see him in the street and you won’t even acknowledge.

His next question makes you laugh to yourself quietly and turn to look at him with a brow raised when he asks, “You don’t.. Like you don’t wanna die or somethin..”

“What the hell? No. No, JJ, I don’t want to die. I’ve got too much spite in me for that?” you laugh softly. “It was a metaphor. Just a metaphor.” and you go quiet again. Digging your toes into cool, damp sand.

“If she really makes you happy, go for it.”

“I think she might.” JJ answers quietly. “Can’t you give her a chance? You guys used to be best friends.”

“Nope. That ship sailed. It sailed when her mom had to go butting in. She’s the reason I nearly had to go live with the old man over in Figure 8.. Or did you forget? And Kiara’s the one who put her up to calling in the first place.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I have a feeling.”

JJ grumbles quietly. In a sour mood now, he asks with a scowl, “Where’s your appendage today, huh? Over on Figure 8? Golfing? Whatever the fuck it is they do?”

You roll your eyes and shrug. “Topper comes and goes when he wants. It’s not like I’m his girl or something. He doesn’t own me and I don’t own him.”

JJ looks at you. “Are you trying to say something?”

“Nope.” but he knows damn well you are. He knows that sometimes he was possessive. A little bit too overprotective when it came to you. Because it caused clashes so many times over the course of your friendship.

It never bothered you before though. You told him once that you liked it. Then after certain things went down and he tried acting like everything was normal and it felt too weird to do.. He just kind of stopped.

He’s wondering if it bothers you.

“I’m sorry. I mean it. I’ll be around more, alright? You’re not going to lose me, ___. You’re stuck with me.” he chuckles as he looks at his hand. “Blood pact.”

You manage a weak laugh and you shrug. “Things have to change sometimes, JJ. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re with Kiara now, you should enjoy that. Enjoy her.” but what you aren’t saying is that you won’t be around to bear witness because you refuse to subject yourself to it.. Or to her. Because you can’t stand her and you’re not going to pretend otherwise. It’s bad enough that you do it for the sake of a job that puts food on the table and occasionally, pays whatever bill your mom magically forgets.

“But you’re my best friend. And I care about you too.”

“I know, JJ. I know you do.”

“I haven’t acted like it lately.” JJ admits, dropping his shoulders slightly. You lean back, propping elbows in the sand. “It kind of goes two ways though, doesn’t it? I could’ve reached out sooner, I know where you live, it’s just..” you go quiet and shake your head. “Nothing. It’s dumb and I’m not gonna be like her.”

“What? Tell me, ___.”

“You’ve been busy a lot lately. With John B and Pope. And I didn’t want to bother you with the stupid bullshit that’s been going on? Because it’s not different than it was or anything, so there wasn’t any need to bother you. I just.. You could’ve asked me to help too.”

“It was too dangerous and you know it.”

“I’m not a child, JJ.” you rub the bridge of your nose and laugh a little. “It kind of feels like you just wanted to leave me out. Because things got weird.”

JJ mulls it over. “Whatever you think.”

“I’m not wrong. Look,we’ve both been shit at the best friend thing lately. Not just you.”

“I could’ve come by.”

“You could’ve let me know you were alive when you took off and went missing too. I was worried sick. Then you come back and it’s like.. Nothing. Not a word.”

JJ stretches and leans back with you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” you mumble, falling silent again.

“You’re not seriously into Topper…” he asks, going quiet. Staring at you expectantly. Waiting on an answer.

You shrug. “I don’t know, okay? He’s nice.”

JJ scoffs at this. “He’s an asshole. He jumped Pope.”

“I know. Why the hell do you think I’m not all over him? Because I’m not lying when I tell you that physically, the attraction is there. But then I think of all the shitty things they’ve done to us in the name of some stupid ages old feud.. And I dunno, okay?”

“So you’d fuck him?”

“You don’t want an answer to that, JJ.” “Actually, I do.”

You take a deep breath. “Probably. Doubt that’s what he wants though. Can we talk about anything else? I’m not asking you if you want to fuck Kie, am I?”

“Nope. But this is different. He’s one of them, cupcake. Kie isn’t.”

“But here’s the thing, JJ.. Technically, she’s as much one of them as Topper.”

“She’s not.”

“Whatever, JJ. I’m not fighting with you. If you want to fight, go find somebody else, okay? I’m tired.”

And there’s something about the way you say it that has him moving to sit closer. Slipping an arm around you and pulling you against him til you can smell the faint sweat and saltwater in his skin and hair. You know you need to pull away but you can’t because it hits you how bottled up you’ve kept everything and JJ’s just letting you rant and rave, an arm around you as he listens.

For a minute, it feels like nothing’s changed.

This all changes when Kie clears her throat. She gives you a slight glare as you pull away from JJ and wipe at your eyes while standing. “I’m going to go now, JJ. See you around.”

As soon as your gone, Kiara folds her arms and pouts up at JJ. “What the hell was that about? Did she say anything about why she’s so angry at me lately?”

“Not a word, babe.” JJ watches you walk away and Kiara notices. Sighing to herself. Upset because she’s starting to realize that sooner or later, she’ll either lose JJ to you or JJ won’t have his best friend anymore because you’ll move on. Distance yourself from him. From all of them, probably.

And it really bothers her because she never meant to cause any of this. All she wanted to do was be with JJ.

“This isn’t your fault, Kie. She’s been like this all summer, okay?” JJ mutters, managing a smile, slipping an arm around her. “C’mon. Let’s go surf or something.”

But he catches sight of you as you disappear into the dive you like to play pool and darts in and he's wondering if any of what's happening is right. Is he making a big mistake?

—

"Damn, girl."

You roll your eyes and just as the asshole reaches for a handful of your ass, a throat clears from behind you.

"Hey, didn't anybody tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" Topper’s looking at the older man in disdain, arms folded over his chest.

"Top.." you start, but you're too tired to insist that this is strictly a you problem, after all you're the one who turned in forged papers to get a job working the bar in the first place. And something tells you if you were to point that out, he'd still do it.

And maybe deep down, you like it. It feels nice to let someone else handle something instead of doing what you normally do and just handle it yourself.

"This your man?"

"Well-" you start to say he's not but he speaks up in a hurry. "As far as you're concerned, yeah.. yeah I am."

The man scowls about Topper’s answer and Topper smirks, giving you an amused shrug as he walks away, disappearing into the crowd in the back.

You put it down to another chance encounter and you assume he's long gone but as you make your way through a crowd so thick you almost can't breathe, hands grab you by the hips and you're standing out in the alley behind the bar before you can even process.

"Hey. Easy. It's just me." Topper could see you about to react like you would if a stranger grabbed you and he wants to calm you down. You let your head roll back and lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

"It's a madhouse in there, huh? How are you even working here?" Topper asks, stepping up into you. He shields the flame to your lighter as you light your cigarette. You shrug. "I know people, lets leave it at that.. It's this or live without electricity for a while." you laugh quietly, "but I'm fucking exhausted."

You step away from him a little so the smoke doesn't smother him.

"I figured you left." you speak up after a long pause. Topper watches as you thump your cigarette towards a puddle nearby and then he looks up, locks eyes with you.

"I was going to. Then I remembered how many times a week Peterkin gets called down here. I didn't wanna leave you alone in this crap."

You exhale and it's shaky. Squeeze your eyes shut as you lean against the wall to rest a little. Your ass is numb from the amount of times some overgrown frat boy masquerading as a man has grabbed it tonight.

You hate this job already but you hate the prospect of asking anybody for anything even more, especially if that somebody happens to be the rich asshole who fathered -and totally fucked up at raising- your mom.

"Are you okay,___?"

"I'll live." you let Topper pull you off the gravel where you'd sank down to sit on the ground. When he pulls you up it puts you pressed up against him and you melt into him even more. You're exhausted, you're dead on your feet and there's a whole hour left in your shift to go yet.

Topper tries to stop himself but he can't. An arm wraps around you. You don't even try to get distance between you. "You smell so good." it slips out before you can stop it and you want a hole to open up and suck you down. You don't dare look up at him, you can't.

He chuckles. "Thanks." but what he manages to stop himself from saying back is that he's breathing in the sweet berry scent of your drugstore shampoo and it's soothing, it's the sweetest scent he's ever smelled and it's you.

Someone hisses your name and you pout at the idea of pulling away and going back into the madhouse.

"I'll hang around.. take you home."

"Top.." you start to protest but you're too tired. And you know it'll be late when your serving shift ends and you'll be twice as dead on your feet than you are now by then. "Don't get in trouble because of me, please?"

Topper chuckles quietly. "I won’t. It's not a big deal."

"Okay. Alright. But if you wanna leave before then, it's okay." you insist. You don't want to make him think he's obligated and you definitely don't want to get too used to him.

You don't want to get too used to him because it'll only hurt in the long run. It always hurts. The thought has you flinching and he notices, studying you intently. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Totally." you make yourself smile at him and just hope that he believes it.

"You're sure?" he's stepped into you. When the guy who works the kitchen clears his throat Topper gives him a calm glare. "She'll be inside in a minute, man. Give her a fucking minute."

You raise up a little, a fist caught in the front of his designer polo. "I better get in there. Listen, if you wanna leave, it's okay, I get it."

As you disappear into the building, he leans against the brick wall and takes several ragged breaths, an attempt to pull himself together.

"Well..if the goal was to stop myself from getting too into her, that's gonna backfire." he muses to himself as he walks over to the door of the crowded bar and steps inside. Finds himself an empty booth in the back and then he waits.

As the end of your shift approaches, you find yourself stopping. Glancing around the bar. When you see no sign of Topper Thornton sitting at any of the tables in your station, you sigh and laugh at yourself, shaking your head.

By the time you’ve clocked out and you’re saying a quick goodbye and thanking the owner for letting you pick up a busy shift for tips, you’re pretty sure Topper’s been gone for a while. But the second you step out of the bar and pause beneath a streetlamp to light up a cigarette, you catch sight of him, leaned against the driver side of his Jeep.

Topper catches sight of you and starts to make his way over, coming to a stop in front of you. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you’re laughing quietly. “You didn’t have to stick around and wait.”

“I told you I was going to.”

You shrug. You almost argue that what he’s doing, consistently promising things and actually holding true, it’s not something you’re that accustomed to. But you don’t. Instead, you smile and nod. “I’m glad this is a one night a week gig. If I did this every night, I’d probably die.”

“Tired, huh?”

“Exhausted, man.” you answer, exhaling deep. “You’re sure you won’t be in deep shit for waiting? I.. I don’t want to be any trouble or anything, okay?”

“For the last time, ___. I told you I was going to. It’s not any trouble, alright?” Topper insists, studying you for a few seconds. He steps up into you and a hand lingers at your hip. Your breath hangs in your throat and you try to remind yourself that if anything, this is a summer fling at best. That he’s a Kook and you’re just a girl from the wrong side of the island. That he’s probably bored, he’s probably just looking for something to salvage what’s left of his summer.

Or maybe the girls over in Figure 8 really are all that boring, stupid and toxic. All you really have to judge by are Kiara and Sarah Cameron, who you barely know and are intent on keeping it that way. So, maybe they’re all just snakes.

“What’s that look for, ___?” Topper asks as the two of you make your way back across a gravel parking lot to where he’s parked his idling Jeep. He opens the door for you on the passenger side and you climb in. He leans in across you, pulling the seatbelt over you and fastening it. And as he straightens, there’s this second or two where you’re nose to nose and you’re lost in the multi-hued depths of his eyes with the scent of whatever designer cologne he wears that smells yummy enough to eat. He bites his lip and you try to swallow down a lump in your throat. You remind yourself again that he’s a Kook and you’re not.. And if he’s anything like your Pogue friends, that loyalty is stronger than anything else.

The overhead light bathes your face in a dim glow and Topper’s staring. Hard. He’s leaning in before he can stop himself and as soon as he realizes what he was just about to do, he raises a hand and smoothes some hair out of your face to tuck behind your ear gently instead. “What’s on your mind?” he questions, because you’ve yet to answer his question. “Something was funny, you looked like you wanted to laugh.”

You swallow hard again and shrug. “Nothing. Maybe I’m just surprised you were actually still hanging around.”

When you say it, he chuckles quietly. And on the inside, he feels just a little angered and annoyed by everybody who has ever told you one thing and done the opposite. But it’s something he identifies a little too heavy with himself, especially Sarah, he thinks to himself, I would’ve done anything for her, she couldn’t love me and I doubt she even tried.

“I told you I would. I meant it.” Topper answers quietly and you nod. Raising a hand to fluff the front of his hair. “Yeah. You did.” you answer, going quiet. He closes your door and makes his way around to the driver side of the Jeep, getting in. And the drive back to your house is quiet. The silence is a little heavy, you notice but you keep the observation to yourself.

As you pull to a stop in front of your mother’s house, you take a deep breath. “This is me, I guess.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the um.. The lift.” you smile as you say it, lingering in the passenger door of his Jeep after you open it. “Be careful going home, yeah?”

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

You’re starting to walk towards your house when he calls your name. You turn around, a hand caught in your hair. Waiting.

“So I’m surfing tomorrow. If you want to come with me..”

“The boneyard?” you ask. Topper nods. “Yeah. That’s where Kelce and I usually go.”

You think it over. Glancing at the darkened windows in JJ’s house across the street. Remembering the conversation that you had with JJ earlier.

Knowing damn well that despite his promise, he’s going to spend the rest of the summer wrapped up in treasure hunts and his pretty new girlfriend. And maybe you find yourself wondering what the harm might be..

After all, it’s not like anything will happen between you and Topper, right? Because you have this iron clad vision in your mind of the exact type of girl Topper Thornton typically dates and probably sleeps with.

And you frown as you remind yourself that you’re not that girl. At all.

You laugh softly. “Yeah! I’ll be there. I mean, I can’t surf or anything, but I’ll watch.”

Topper grins. “See you tomorrow then.”

You give him a thumbs up and he waits until you’ve disappeared into your house before he drives away.

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wishfulwithwine · 1 year

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Make Me Forget

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader x Topper Thorton

WARNINGS: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

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Y/N Maybank usually hated Kooks and would never be caught on Figure Eight.

As JJ’s twin sister, you had been endlessly lectured about who to never talk to, let alone hang out with. It had been drilled into your brain since birth practically.

You and your brother were always close, due to your mother’s abandonment and father’s abuse.

It was you against the world.

When JJ became friends with John B, your duo became a trio. Then Pope and Kiara were added, and the group solidified. A group of 5, you were all best friends.

Pogues 4 Life!

Then, Sarah Cameron came into the mix…

Sarah Cameron wouldn’t have been a problem as an addition to the Pogues if she had joined as Kiara’s friend.

But Sarah came as John B’s girlfriend, and to Y/N who loved John B as long as you’ve known him, Y/N couldn’t be around them anymore.

Sarah Cameron was different than any other girl John B had dated - mainly because he didn’t date many girls, just hook up and dump. Usually they were Tourons, but he was never in love with anyone.

Not like how it was with Sarah. Never how it was with Sarah.

With a tight grip on your cup, you watched from across the kegger as Sarah and John B danced together, laughing loudly. You tried your hardest not to glare, as you took another large gulp of whatever drink you had, walking away, hoping there would be something - anything - to take your mind off of them.

And then you saw one of the guys your brother hated with a burning passion, and realized that maybe the kooks would be able to solve your pogue problem. You knew they all did drugs, it wasn’t a secret by any means. Maybe drugs would take your mind off of your heart.

JJ might hate you after what you was looking for, but you were desperate.

“Hey, do you know where Rafe is?”

Glancing up from his phone, Topper Thorton looked down at Y/N Maybank.

The blonde Pogue Princess - who would have gotten a scholarship to “Kook Academy” if her father had finished the paperwork, who was undoubtedly the best surfer on the island, who would make the best drinks at the Island Club, and who was completely innocent - despite being the crush of every single male on Kildare but her father and brother.

“He’s around here somewhere, why?” Topper asked skeptically, as you bit your lip, shifting on your heels before looking across the crowd to see your personal point of anguish. Topper followed your eyesight…

Sarah Cameron was all over John B, throwing her arms around him and him watching her like she was the only girl in the world.

“I wanted…I need something to make me forget” Y/N said, in a soft, almost fragile voice, clueing Topper into your vulnerability. Sighing, he looked back at the girl.

“Coming from personal experience from dating Sarah Cameron, she’ll be over him soon” Topper said, shrugging his shoulders, as he tried to make the girl feel better.

“Yea, well I just want at least a night to not be in pain” Y/N said, shaking your head.

“Hey Top! And Y/N Maybank, as I live and breathe! I’m surprised to see you here talking to my boy?” Rafe asked, throwing an arm around Top, as he looked to the girl.

“I was looking for you, actually” Y/N said, as your face changed from sullen to a smirk. “How much will it cost to have some fun tonight?” You asked, staring at the Cameron boy from beneath your lashes. You knew you were pretty, and you knew exactly how to act to get what you wanted.

Rafe raised his eyebrows, smirking widely, as he looked to Top, before back at the girl.

“Follow me” He said, letting go of Topper to wrap his arm now around your shoulders. Topper followed the pair, watching as almost everyone around them stared at the unlikely trio. To be honest, Topper was surprised that a pogue hadn’t come over to take Y/N away - as this was the case any other time you had talked to a Kook like himself. The Pogues were generally protective of Y/N. JJ was a firecracker and if it wasn’t him already getting into fights, the Pogues would keep you safe to prevent one.

Rafe leaned into his car, looking for his stash, before he looked to Topper who was already looking at Y/N, something glinting in his eye, before Rafe smirked and leaned back out of the car.

“I left most stuff at home. I only have some weed on me, but if you want, I’d be more than happy to bring you to my house. I’ve got some stuff that will definitely cause some fun” Rafe said, with a smirk.

Topper looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, before recognizing the intention on Rafe’s face.

Y/N, however, didn’t see the ulterior motive.

“Sure. Thank you so much” You said, looking between the two of them. Rafe opened up the passenger side door for you, as Topper climbed in back.

The ride was fast, as Rafe sped down the streets back to Tanneyhill, the landscape rushing past as Rafe was eager to get home with Y/N.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He wasn’t going to question really why Y/N was coming for drugs, but he just was eager to take full advantage of this miracle - at least for him - situation.

“So, can I ask why you want to have some fun with us tonight?” Rafe asked, curiously.

“It’s a bit embarrassing” Y/N admitted, looking down at her hands.

“Sarah and John B were all over each other” Topper explained.

“Oh yea, nobody wants to see that. ” Rafe said, careful with his words to not be insulting to her personally. He would’ve said something like “dirty pogue”, but then you’d get offended and his plan would go down the drain.

Rafe Cameron would’ve never imagined Y/N Maybank coming to him for drugs. Everyone knew or heard rumors about what a terrible father Luke Maybank was to his children because of them. The drugs had cost Y/N a lot of things in life, but he wasn’t going to question anything when he could finally make a move on the one girl he could never manage to shoot his shot with.

“Let’s not think about it anymore. We’ll keep you distracted all night, right Rafe?” Topper said, smirking to his best friend, as Topper leaned forward, close to Y/N. You smiled, genuinely at the two of them.

“Thank you both” You said, and Topper and Rafe shared a look.

Tanneyhill was empty tonight, and after entering the huge house, Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the luxury surrounding you. The paintings on the wall probably cost more than the shack you lived in with your father and brother.

JJ was going to be pissed when he finds out I’m here, alone, with the Kook princes, Y/N thought, but quickly pushed that thought to the back of your mind, as you followed Rafe and Topper through the house. Your nerves kept you from speaking to them for now.

Rafe led them upstairs to his bedroom, going to rummage through his drawers to find his stash as Topper sat on the bed, motioning for Y/N to sit down next to him.

“You know, I gotta admit, I’ve always wanted to hang out with you more, pretty girl” Rafe said, sitting on the other side of Y/N, as he handed both you and Topper the pills. “You seem so protected. I’m so glad you’re here with us, getting to know you better”

Y/N tried to subtly squeeze your thighs together, the praise going straight to your core. Neither boy missed the movement, only grinned a bit more wickedly to each other.

“Cheers to a fun night” Topper said, nodding to the pair before swallowing the pill.

It didn’t take long to feel the effects, your body beginning to heat up and your head feeling hazy. You leaned into Topper’s side, allowing yourself to just feel weightless.

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” Topper asked, wrapping his arm around you and holding onto your hip. They watched as Y/N blushed, smiling shyly and nodding.

“I want your words, pretty girl” Rafe said, cooing at you, staring while he rested his hand on your knee.

“Yes, feels good” You said, a slight slurring already occurring. Moving on the bed, you moved your hips around, causing Topper to hold your hips a bit tighter and pulling you closer to him. Rafe moved closer as well, and you could smell the expensive cologne emanating off of both of them.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Topper said, and you looked up into his eyes, seeing his pupils expanding and darkening.

“Really? Then why…” You said, confused.

“Because my sister is a slut, and boys like John B are weak. They don’t see a real treasure like you right in front of them. But we do, don’t we Top?” Rafe said, his lips by your ear, blowing hot breath on your neck. Shivering, you leaned your head back, unknowingly giving Rafe more access to your neck. He chuckled into your neck, moving his hand up from your knee slowly.

“You’re so beautiful and good, we just stayed away because we thought you hated us” Topper lied - you were beautiful and good, but they were forcibly stayed away from the Pogues.

“Oh no, I don’t hate you - either of you!” You said, a bit desperately as your eyes widened with worry.

“Really? I mean, your friends say pretty terrible things about us” Rafe said, causing you to feel guilt in your heart, especially as he turned your head with a finger on your jaw to stare directly at him. Topper couldn’t help the smirk on his face, as he watched your body accept them easily.

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel that way. You two have always been nice to me” You said, staring directly at him before wrapping your arms around Rafe’s shoulders. Topper detached his arms around you, as Rafe maneuvered you to sit on his lap, your legs straddling him. Rafe had to stifle a groan, his arms wrapping around you - placing one on your back and the other on your ass, pressing you tightly into his chest.

“We believe you. You’re such a good girl, baby girl” Rafe said, his breath once again on heating your neck, igniting more of a fire in your core. You couldn’t help your thighs clenching around his waist, and Rafe took this opportunity to lower his hand, grabbing your ass and moving you to rock against him. Your legs had been spread wide, causing the hem of your skirt to rise, all the way to your hips in the front.

You let out a gasp, leaning your chest away to look him in the eyes.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. This is just, I’ve dreamed of you being in my arms for so long” Rafe admitted.

“Both of us, pretty girl” Topper said, as he moved closer. The heat of his gaze adding accelerant to the fire in your core, especially when Rafe would squeeze your ass, causing you to rock more on him. You could feel the zipper of his pants along your clit, with your skirt pushed up to your hips, your only barrier was now a thin lace thong.

“Both?” You asked, eyes wide and doe-like in surprise.

Both the Kook princes were interested in you? You couldn’t say that you never thought about them, but did they want all three of you, together now?

“Is that ok, baby girl? We wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but you’re so gorgeous baby girl” He said, lust permeating his voice as he squeezed you again, grinding you down on his large bulge, and his hand moved more south on your ass, the denim skirt rising so his hand was on your bare cheek. Rafe moved his other hand down, as the skirt was up all the way, exposing your ass, as well the view of the front of your lace thong.

Topper couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The Pogue princess, with her skirt pushed all the way up so him and Rafe could see her underwear - no, a cute little lace thong showing off her perfect little ass.

Not being able to stop himself with the drugs fueling his actions, Topper began palming himself through his pants, himself hard at seeing your body. Rafe let out a groan when he squeezed her ass again, rutting against her and feeling her hips grind on his.

As the zipper rubbed directly on your clit, you couldn’t stifle your moans. The drugs were having you feel more of your body, and right now, you were going to chase the high you were getting. Hearing the heavy panting from Topper, you looked over to see him palming himself.

You reached over with your hand, touching his arm before moving it slowly down to his hand, making eye contact with Topper.

“You want to help me out, pretty girl?” Topper said, with a grin, lifting his hand to take yours, holding it as he placed your hand underneath the waist band of his shorts and boxers as he slid them both off his legs. His cock jumped out of his shorts, slapping against his stomach, and you could feel how hard it was, moving your hand up and down his thick shaft.

Rafe couldn’t wait much longer with this over the clothes grinding - the fact Topper’s dick was getting actual touch action before his own putting him over the edge.

“Stand up baby girl. Let’s get you out of those clothes, huh? You must be feeling pretty warm” He said, as you got up, allowing Rafe to stand as well. Topper and Rafe went about getting your clothes off - slowly, letting their fingertips drag along your skin as they stared at your naked body on display for them.

Feral. They looked absolutely feral.

You blushed under their gaze, and when Rafe saw your red cheeks, he grinned almost wickedly - a predator about to devour their prey.

“Oh baby girl, you’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’re like a damn masterpiece” Rafe said, as you locked eyes, before looking to Topper. He was in shock, eyes still roaming your body.

“Fucking dream girl right here, right Topper?” Rafe said, snapping Topper out of it.

“Yea, perfect, Y/N perfect” Topper said, before looking to Rafe.

“Topper, you want to eat that pussy of hers? Taste how sweet she is? I’ve been dying to get her mouth on my cock. Then you can have her mouth and I’ll have her tight little pussy creaming on my cock, ain’t that right, baby girl?” Rafe stated, and with a nudge, you kneeled on the bed, the boys on either end of you. You stared at Rafe’s cock - it was the biggest you’d ever seen, although Topper’s wasn’t much smaller. It was thick and long, already red with a weeping head.

You licked your lips in anticipation, before licking the underside of Rafe’s cock, going along the vein underneath. You felt his body shudder, but you were soon distracted by the tongue licking a long stripe on your own folds.

You moaned, which gave Rafe an opportunity to guide his dick easily into your mouth, moving a hand to your hair as he thrusted into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck, trying not to smirk as you hear Rafe’s moans. Topper however, feels your distraction, and levels up his antics - adding a finger inside of you as he sucks your clit harshly.

“You’re such a good girl, baby girl. So good for us. Topper’s having the time of his life, eating you sweet pussy like a goddamn meal” Rafe said, causing you to clench.

“Oh she really liked that, don’t you pretty girl” Topper said, winking at Rafe to continue. Rafe grinned, as he watched your pleased face when Topper added another finger inside of you, curling them to hit the spongey patch inside of you.

“You’re so perfect for us. Your mouth feels like heaven. Your lips were made for sucking cock, my baby girl. But I can’t wait to feel that pussy around me. You’re so perfect, baby girl” He said, as he watched drool form at your mouth, becoming sloppier as your pleasure was increasing.

The vibrations of your moans caused Rafe to stutter in his thrusts, as you were climbing rapidly over the edge yourself. He removed himself, and now that you were only focused on Topper’s mouth and fingers, you came quickly - and squirted.

“Holy shit, you squirted on Topper’s face” Rafe said, excitedly, eyes wide as he looked at Topper, who was licking up with a wide grin on his face. You looked mortified, as you turned around once Topper had leaned back.

“Oh no, don’t feel embarrassed, pretty girl. That was incredible - best experience. I’ve never had anyone squirt before” Topper said, a proud grin on his face.

“Trust me, baby girl. You just made his life” Rafe said. “Now I want to make you squirt on my cock” Rafe added, putting a condom on before laying down and pulling you to straddle him. His cock stretched you out, despite how wet you were.

“You’re so tight, baby girl. Clenching me like a vice” Rafe gritted out, groaning at how good you felt around him. Topper walked over after he finished cleaning off his face, and you slid your lips around his cock, noting the differences between the men’s dicks.

Both were exceptional and mouthwatering. You could die happily if you only had tonight left.

“You weren’t kidding about her mouth, damn” Topper groaned, as you swirled your tongue around while hollowing out your cheeks. Rafe smirked, but soon his concentration was about thrusting into you.

After having just squirted, your body was heating up quicker. The tense coil had been primed, and your next orgasm was coming quickly, which Rafe could feel.

Your moaning had the same effect on Topper as it had Rafe, but Topper wasn’t going to pull out of your mouth. It wasn’t long before Topper thrusted his load down your throat, with a loud groan and panting.

“Such a good girl, getting all of it. Don’t leave anything to waste” Topper said, cupping your face when you retracted. Your doe eyes looked up at him, and Topper couldn’t resist kissing you, before going to get himself clean. You heard the shower turn on, but were soon refocused back to Rafe, when he flipped you both so now you were on your back on the bed, Rafe thrusting into you, your sense overwhelmed with him all around you.

“Baby girl, you’re so perfect for me. This pussy, I’m not going to be able to just give up. So god damn tight and warm” Rafe said. “You’re so good for me - for us. Making us feel so good, my good girl. So pretty and nice, baby girl” He said, thrusting in deep and hard, touching your cervix with his cock.

“Rafe” You moaned, and he smirked, increasing the speed and beginning to rub your clit with his fingers. His lips went to your nipples, sucking on them as well as tugging on them with his teeth.

“That’s my name, baby girl. Who’s making you feel this good, huh? Baby girl, you’re such a good girl” He said, looking up at your face, glistening with sweat and pleasure.

“You, Rafe, mhm” You moaned louder, before you came again, just as forcefully, squirting again on his cock. Thrusting a few more times, before he let out a loud groan, releasing himself. Rafe lay down by your side, pulling you into him, as you both calmed your breathing.

“Fuck. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’ve got me addicted now, baby girl” He said, kissing your hot neck. You flushed, looking over at him, and touching his face softly, pushing some strands of his hair off his face.

“Fuck drugs, that pussy is my new vice” Topper said, smirking as he came out of the bathroom in a towel, and Rafe laughed, while you blushed.

“He’s right. Fuck the drugs. I just want to stay in your pussy” Rafe said, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Please comment if you think I should do a part 2!!!! Have some ideas of ‘what happens next’, but let me know if you want more :)

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Summary: toppers back in town, only he seems… different

Warnings: smut

I hear a whisper in my ear. I must be imagining things, too much alcohol in my system, yes that’s what it is.

Only it’s not.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you, princess” It’s more like a growl as my body covers in goosebumps, but I’m not freighted. I slowly open my eyes, waking up from my intoxicated slumber. I feel the tightness of a hand around my throat, but it’s not harsh, more like it’s caressing me. I groan as I try to move but am arm holds me right around my waist, preventing any movement. The mumbling of a voice warns me that I’m not alone and relief washes over me as I realize who it is. Topper. A slight smile curves my lips. I’ve missed him so much.

He left town a couple months back to tour colleges across the country, I didn’t know he was back..

This might be a dream, I tell myself. I’ve been having them a lot since he left. I don’t care if it is a dream or not I give in as a hand creeps up my body and tugs my shirt off. I gasp as the cool air hits my nipples and they harden in response. I still can’t quite figure out if I’m imagining all this, I did drink a heafty amount tonight. All I know is that my heart beats wild as the hand presses against it and my core immediately tightens.

Lips brush against the skin of my breasts, hands knead them as I feel the lips wrap around one nipple while the other gets twisted between rough fingertips and I bite back the urge to moan. Another set of fingers snake down to my exposed core and separate the slick lips, just what I wanted. A moan slips past my mouth. The wetness sucking my nipple, the fingers circling my clit, the hand kneading my breast, is all too much. I feel heat coat my body as I whine and wiggle with a need I crave. My body thrashes and begs for more. The tight feeling in my core is on the brink of snapping and I hang on to that feeling, letting it devour my whole body in pleasure.

“Oh god” I moan as my hips grind against the fingers.

“Fuck” the voice responds, he sounds frustrated.

Suddenly all sensations stop as I’m left wanting what I was deprived of.

Before I could cry out in disappointment a hard bulge rubs against my cunt. I didn’t need the lights on to tell that it was a cock rubbing up against me and sliding through my glistening lips.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and my lids close.

Fuck was right, it had been so long since I’ve felt sensations like this and I needed this. How long has it been since topper last touched me this way? Too fucking long.

“Please don’t stop” I pathetically moan.

He plunges in, stilling for a moment as his panting breaths fill the dark room.

It was almost like he’s been waiting to do this for years instead of months and needed a moment to savor every moment. Getting impatient I lift my hips and try to urge him to move.

It works, he suddenly thrusts harder and faster making the both of us groan, “fuck!”

He wasn’t the gentle topper I remember, but I didn’t mind. I liked this side of him better.

He gripped my knees and spread them wider. He continuously slammed into me with brutal force. His lips find mine in the dark and his tongue attacks.

My blood boils with pleasure as my nails dig into his back, “oh my god!” I moan. All of a sudden the pleasure stops as he pulls out, it was like a weight lifted off my body. I was so close! Please no, no, not again!

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” My voice cracks as the plea breaks out.

In a swift motion Im flipped onto my hands and knees and my face pushed into my plush sheets.

He pounces like an animal, fucking me into oblivion. “How long has it been since you’ve been fucked like this, princess”

Wait.

Princess?

Isn’t that what… no it can’t be.

Rafe was the only one to ever call me princess.

Oh fuck, what have I done…

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Your Go To Snacks

| Your go to snacks/comfort snacks

| (a/n): I am so sorry for the lack of posts this week!! Work has been crazy! And my brain short circuited I think so I'm sorry if this is dumb but I'm currently eating gas station snacks and relaxing lmao

Rafe: Sparkling razzberry water, the purple bag of Doritos, tropical skittles, chocolate ice cream

Kelce: Arizona Iced Tea, pringles, edible cookie dough

Topper: Orange soda, buffalo flavored pretzels, blue and red mixed slushies, peanut butter popcorn

JJ: Code red mountain dew, jalapeno Cheetos , cherry slushies, sour patch kids

John B: Coconut water, granola with vanilla ice cream, pretzels

Pope: Calypso lemonade, pizza flavored combos, astronaut ice cream

Kiara: Apple green smoothies, white cheddar cheezits, chocolate covered strawberries

Sarah: Iced coffee, kettle cooked potato chips, twizzlers, baby bottle pops (idk why I just know she'd love those lol)

Barry: Cherry coke slushies, hot Cheetos, trolley sour gummy worms and gummy bears

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lets just forget - topper thornton

A/N: I wrote this before szn 3 and just hadn't got around to posting it but this obviously does NOT take place in season 3 when topper is out of his mind

SUMMARY: you're sulking over your crush on JJ, topper is grieving his relationship with Sarah, and you're both alone together.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

WARNINGS: pg-13 makeout

you, john b, pope, kie and jj were all sitting on john b’s porch, just talking. though, you weren’t saying much.

the sight of jj and kie sneaking glances at each other was practically making you sick. you hated that feeling. the feeling of someone having control over you. no one had ever had that control that jj did over you. and he didn’t even feel the same way.

you knew that. he obviously had feelings for kie, and you couldn’t blame him. she was great, and she was one of your closest friends.

of course, no one knew about your stupid little crush on jj. you had to keep up your reputation of not showing too much emotion.

kie and jj engaged in their own conversation, and you saw her push his shoulder playfully. that was your que. you stood up, “I’m gonna get going.” you grabbed a couple beers out of the cooler to go.

“see ya, y/n,” pope said, and you did your short handshake you two had made when you were in middle school.

you said bye to everyone else and left, walking along the street with no set destination. you didn’t really want to go home yet, so you ended up going to the beach. specifically the area that almost no one else knew about. the place you went when you wanted to be alone.

you sat down on the sand, twisting off the cap of your beer.

you watched the waves crash on the shore, taking a large gulp of the drink. “what’s got you drinking on the beach at 3 in the afternoon?” you glanced up to see the source of the voice.

topper. he was a kook, and he was an asshole. that’s pretty much all you knew about him. “what do you care?”

he sat down next to you, leaning back on his elbows. “I don’t. just making conversation.”

you took another swig, “right.”

he leaned his head back, sighing deeply. you handed him your other beer, noticing that he looked like he needed it. “alright kook, I’ll bite. what’s up?”

“girlfriend left me for a pogue.” he said, bringing the bottle to his lips.

“oh right. john b mentioned sarah. that’s tough.” he nodded, gesturing for you to explain why you were on the beach.

you sighed, “it’s stupid. just stupid feelings that I don’t want to have for someone that I shouldn’t have them for.”

“well, I guess we can both agree that feelings suck.” he said, and you nodded in agreement.

“cheers to that,” you held up your beer, and he klinked his against it.

you looked over at him, eyes trailing down his body, noting how tight his t-shirt was. “we could always do something that would distract us… something to forget about our feelings,” you suggested, meeting his eyes with a smirk.

“oh yeah?” he asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. you nodded. positioning yourself on his lap, and his hands went to your waist, finding their way under your t-shirt, lightly tracing your skin.

he hungrily smashed his lips to yours, your lips moving in sync. he moved his lips to your neck, pulling off your shirt in the process, and you fiddled with the button on his shorts hastily.

and I’m sure you can imagine the rest.

looking back on that day, you always laughed at the words you’d used. “forget about our feelings.” it was ironic. you guys had no idea that you would end up developing the strongest feelings you’d ever felt.

part 2

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multiverses-and-promdates · 1 year

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Twibanks: the Twilight Outer Banks crossover no one asked for

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stargirlwritingjourney · 1 month

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Perfect Gossip Snack

Fandom: Outer Banks

Pairing: Rafe Cameron/JJ Maybank

Rating: General Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Stealing food, Sharing food, Eavesdropping

Summary: While working an underpaid job for a bunch of Kooks, JJ runs into some familiar faces and can't help but listen in. But in true JJ fashion, his job isn't done till he's left his mark.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'sharing food' | @fandom-free-bingo with 'are you obsessed with me?'

Can be read here

JJ's shift had been dragging on for what felt like hours. Scratch that, it had been hours. Clocking on for work just as the sun had begun rising and still working the same tables even though it was well-passed lunch made JJ question whether the extra cash was worth it.

Working for Kooks wasn't much of a bonus, not when they saw the ratty kid that he was and either turned their nose up at him, used him as an example for their children who were at least half his age, or tried to take him under their wings as if they were teaching him something. Though those Kooks were the ones who normally tipped a bit extra.

Checking the clock hooked onto the wall as he passed, JJ snatched a quick glimpse at the time. Finding himself with less than an hour left of his shift before he can make his way off Figure Eight and back to the Cut so he can relax for the remainder of the day.

But just as he was about to make his way past a table assigned to one of his coworkers and into the kitchen where he could waste a few minutes as he pretended to gather plates of food, he heard the whiny voice of someone familiar.

"She's your sister, Rafe," A voice he had been hoping to not hear for another good few months muttered in a defeated slum to the boy sitting across from him. Just the sound of his voice made JJ come to a halt, trying to make it look as natural as possible as he looked over at the table. "Can't you talk to her or something for me?"

"She likes you a lot more than she's ever liked me," Rafe responded to Topper's dejected stare, holding a laugh within his lips at all the fuss over his sister. JJ didn't know whether or not he should be surprised at the sight of the two being this was a Kook restaurant. Or perhaps he just couldn't believe how much bad luck he had."Just talk to her man, then you'll know there's no real fuss over John B."

"You're probably right," Topper agreed, taking a quick sip of his drink. The hand he used to lift his drink quickly came up to his temple, giving it a small rub as if just the thought of John B was giving him a headache. "I just can't understand what's so special about him to begin with."

"You know what Pogues are like," Rafe once again reassured, looking as if the conversation was boring him. "John B just happens to be one of the luckier ones."

"Couldn't help but notice you were talking about my boy over here," JJ proudly announced his presence, throwing all caution to the wind as he drew a seat over from an empty table and stationed it at Rafe and Topper's. Taking a heavy seat, he grins at the both of them, revelling in the disgusted looks that were thrown his way by the two. "You don't mind if I join this little chat, right?"

His face was one of innocence as he waited for a response. His eyes were wide, attempting to oversell himself though it only made him look more ridiculous.

Topper was gearing up to reject JJ's presence. His eyes flashed down to the uniform he was wearing and a foul twist of words sitting on his tongue ready to be spat. Rafe, however, beat him to it. With his lips quirking up and a shift in his seat so he was leaning back, Rafe said, "I don't see any harm in that. Maybe Maybank can give you some inside info, Topper."

"Maybe," Topper agreed, though he looked as if he had just eaten some mouldy bread, akin to what JJ had to eat that morning, and sitting near JJ was the last place he wanted to be. "So what do you have to say?"

"Say about what?" JJ questioned as if he hadn't been listening in to their conversation for the last few minutes.

"About Sarah and John B," Topper stated as if it was obvious. There was an exaggerated roll of his eyes that had his whole head spinning with them. "They've been hanging out more, haven't they? I can never get ahold of her because she's too busy running off with him."

"Oh, yeah, Sarah's 'round all the time," JJ grinned, a smile similar to the Chesire cats as he saw the disdain flash across Topper's face. It may have been a small lie, JJ never actually saw the girl but he knew John B was out and about with her, though Topper didn't need to know that. "I'm surprised they haven't completely skipped the talking stage and gone straight to third base now that she's dumped you. You'd think they would've with how they act around each other."

A sharp inhale through Topper's nose only widened JJ's grin as his head whipped around to face Rafe.

"I told you so," Topper hissed, annoyance clear on his face as he almost urgently whispered the words out as if JJ couldn't hear them. "She's already cozied up next to John B."

"Hey relax," Rafe tried to intervene, shooting JJ a look to tell him that he wasn't helping.

"Yeah, relax," JJ parroted his words, leaning a hand forward to quickly grab at a few of the fries on Rafe's plate. He was just quick enough to avoid being slapped on the wrist for his efforts. Waving the chips around as he spoke, JJ said, "They aren't together yet. You still have time to slither your way back in."

"Do you do this with all of your customers?" Rafe questioned, waiting for an answer from JJ and only continuing when all he got in return was a quirk of one of his brows. "Invite yourself over and then steal the food they've paid good money for?"

Eyes crinkling at the sides as he spoke with a smile, JJ teased, "Only the ones I like best."

Rafe seemed as if he was going to say more, his jaw tightening for half a second as he eyed JJ's face but was beaten to it before any words could even leave his mouth.

"JJ, stop slacking off just because you've been on your feet for a few hours," His boss's voice rang across the room, alerting him that his couple minutes chatting up the Kooks had gone noticed. "Do something productive for the last few minutes you're working."

"Yes sir," JJ jokingly saluted as he stood to his feet and quickly tucked the chair back to its rightful table. Turning back to his lovely guests, JJ couldn't help but snatch up a few more fries, daring as much to dip them in the sauce that Rafe had. Flicking it towards the blonde's face, a few droplets flying and smacking against him, JJ bid his farewell, not without having to hear Topper's distant call for more answers as he walked away, "I'll catch you two another day. It was fun talking about Topper's obsession with John B. Or maybe his obsession with me since John B just does everything I do but in a less cool manner. Are you obsessed with me Topped?"

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b-a-n-a-n-a-ss · 1 year

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Rafe Cameron x reader - My body's lookin wrong.

Summary: rafes girlfriend y/n has developed an eating disorder after seeing all the women rafe has dated before her.

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I looked in the mirror and sighed. I stood in some short shorts and a bra. I wasn't on the chubby side and I wasn't on the skinny side either. I was right in the middle. Tonight I was going with Rafe (my boyfriend) to a party with his friend topper and his sister Sarah.

I decided to get ready and put on some cute clothes.

I walked into the living room to see Rafe, Topper and Sarah in the living room sitting on the couch. Sarah in a beautiful short blue dress. And the boys in their usual casual attire. Sarah is so beautiful. I get why topper likes her. Rafe smiled at me and kissed me. We then made our way to the party. We carpooled in toppers suburban.

We made it to the party and got out of the car. Rafe and topper immediately went to get me and sarah drinks.

I stood by the couch awkwardly. I usually don't have problems with getting comftorable at parties, but today I was off.

The dress I wore didn't make my figure look good. It made all the curves that didn't need to be seen show.

Rafe came back and handed me a drink. There was a girl behind him. She had beautiful brown hair and blue eyes. Her body was literally perfect. She was perfect.

"y/n this is Shyann. She's my ex and I thought we should all hang out tonight." he said smiling at her. I nodded and sipped the laced punch Rafe gave me.

I walked behind the two as they made their way outside, talking and laughing.

The two stopped at the pool and exchange words.

"hey we are gonna go swimming. You wanna join?" rafe asked smirking at me. I smiled at him and nodded.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. there is no way he still loves her.

Rafe took off his pants and shirt leaving him in just his boxers. Shyann looked right at his part that was noticeable in the boxers.

Shyann then took off her dress revealing her in a lacy bra and a lacy thong. Rafe looked at me waiting for me to get ready. I stared at shyanns body. It was perfect. She had the perfect boobs, perfect ass, perfect hips, perfect waist, perfect everything.

I looked at him and chewed the inside of my cheek. “Uh on second thought, I think I’m gonna just watch.” I said. Rafe furrowed his eyebrows at me but got dragged away by shyann and they jumped in the pool. When they resurfaced they looked at each other and laughed.

I sat and watched them for a little longer but I ran out of my drink so I went inside to get some more. When I came back out I saw shyann with her legs wrapped around rafes waist and him struggling to push her off. She saw me and smirked then slammed her lips onto his. He pushed her off of him and stormed out of the pool. He got out and looked up at me standing in front of the door looking at him with hurt in my eyes. He sighed and angrily threw his clothes onto him. I knew he was gonna come talk to me so before he could I disappeared into the crowd to find topper and Sarah.

I found the couple making out on the couch and tapped toppers shoulder as the tears started to swell in my eyes.

Topper looked up at me and his face went from confused to concerned. Sarah looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you okay, what did Rafe do?” She asked standing up from toppers lap and pulling me into a hug. Her sweet vanilla perfume comforted me. “He kissed shyann.” I sobbed. Sarah rubbed my back and topper got up and put a hand on my shoulder. “Do you want to leave. I can come back to get him.” Topper said. I nodded and followed topper to his car with Sarah holding my hand.

Sarah sat with me in the backseat while topper was driving. We were about to pull out and start going when Rafe came running after us. “Y/n wait! Please wait!” He yelled.

“Topper drive.” I said and topper started driving off.

“Shit!” I heard Rafe yell and he threw a beer bottle.

I turned away from the window and cried into Sarah’s chest.

When we got to my house topper parked the car and Sarah gave me one last hug before I quietly and swiftly left the car and went into my house. As son as I entered my room my eyes started to water again. I laid on my bed and cried.

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I woke up to the sound of knocking outside my window. I looked at the clock and it was 9:32 in the morning. My head was hurting and I was still in my dress from the party with my hair and makeup looking a mess.

I looked out my window to see Rafe standing on my porch. I shook my head and closed the curtain and went to the bathroom.

I took a quick shower then brushed my teeth and hair. I just dressed in a long sleeve shirt with shorts. I went into the kitchen as my stomach protested for food but then I remembered.

Shyann was thinner than me, and Rafe likes Shyann. I closed the cabinet I was looking through and went to sit on the couch and watch tv. After about an hour my stomach was roaring in need of food.

My eyes were watering and I went into my bedroom. Before I got to my bed I took a glance in my full length mirror and had to do a double take. My body wasn’t perfect by any means. It wasn’t slim and perfect like shyanns. I needed to be like her.

The more I studied myself in the mirror the more tears came out of my eyes. I was sitting on the floor sobbing and clutching my chest when two arms wrapped around me and pulled me into their chest.

I looked to see who it was and it was Rafe. I pushed him away from me and back up against the wall.

“Y/n I’m sorry. Please y/n, she kissed me. I hate her she’s a bitch. I love you y/n. You’re beautiful and hot and sexy and an amazing girlfriend. You’re funny and kind and I love you more than I ever loved her.” Rafe said to me as he watched me cry on the floor.

“I’m not good enough.” I sobbed.

Rafe shook his head and crawled over to me. He kissed me softly and ran his hands through my hair.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me y/n. I love you so much. You are perfect.” He said.

I sniffed and he wiped my eyes. “I love you Rafe.” I whispered.

Rafe smiled and pulled me into a hug. “I’m so sorry y/n.” He said rubbing my back.

“I forgive you Rafe.” I said.

He kissed my forehead and that’s how we stayed until I fell asleep.

I do love Rafe. I love him so much.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x y/n #fluff #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #topper thornton #sarah cameron #angst #rafe cameron angst

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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The Jezebel (Smut)

Switch!Topper Thornton x Dark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d do anything for money to get rich. Including trapping a kook like Topper into having a baby with you.

Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: I’m getting such an unbelievable horniness for Topper that I hadn’t had before. Now that I’m noticing how incredibly hot he is, i want him to choke me. I know that this man fucks like Logan Pierce. 🥵🤭

Warnings: characters are 18+, minors DNI, DUB CON, mean!reader, mean! topper in the beginning, hate sex, beach sex, graphic language, belly bulge, alcohol consumption, drunk sex, mentions of heartbreak and cheating, topper being taken advantage of in his vulnerable state, oral (m receiving), bit of cock worship, slight praise kink, slight degradation kink, face fucking, saliva, kissing, biting, scratching, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, overstimulation

It was 3 am in the evening and Topper sat along the shore, drinking a pack of beers to himself. He was moping around about his precious little Sarah Cameron. It made you sick.

Why should girls like her have it all? She’s rich. Pretty. She gained your crush, John B’s affection. Topper still loved her despite her being a cheating bitch. It wasn’t fair. You wanted the odds to be in your favor for once. You hated being labeled as a Pogue wanting the privileges of the luxury life has to offer. You’d do anything to buy all the shoes and clothes you’d like.

You think you’ve found the meal ticket you’ve been looking for? Sitting drunkenly pretty on the shore, Topper cracks open his 4th beer while ranting to himself about who the hell cares.

You approached, showing feigned concern. He looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a scowl on his face.

“What do you want, Pogue?” He takes a sip of the beverage.

“You’re here all by yourself. A drunken mess. Someone might take advantage of you.”

“Don’t care.” He shrugs.

You sit beside him in the sand. “All this over some girl that never wanted to fuck you in the first place?” You shook your head in pity for his poor, dumb mind. “She’s always had a thing for John B, ya know. I witnessed their love unfold at first hand. I knew they were together the whole time and I could’ve told you whenever I saw you. But I didn’t because I enjoyed your suffering. I bet what makes you angrier though isn’t the cheating. It’s the fact that makes he got to pop her cherry.”

Topper’s hand flings to your neck, gripping it tight. He’s on top of you and between your legs; your back against the sand. His hot breath tickling your lips. He breathes hard against you as if he’s trying to restrain himself. Gritting his teeth, he rips himself off of you and resumes drinking.

You smirk, sitting up again. “Guess I struck a nerve,” You scooted closer to him. Your voice is as alluring as a siren. “Ya know if I were still a virgin, I’d happily let you take it. In any way you’d like.”

He chuckles, darkly. “You couldn’t dare me to fuck a pogue.”

You were seething in your head. Did he have to make this so difficult to make this happen? You hated him with a passion. You wish you didn’t have to resort to this but it would be a huge opportunity for you and your family if you’d made a baby with a kook. This was going to take a lot of convincing.

“Oh, is that so?” You say, arms crossed. You get on your hands and knees, your lips near his ear. “You wouldn’t want to know how I’d feel around your thick cock? I know it’s thick because I can see you pitching a tent.” You palmed him through his swim shorts. He bites his lip to suppress a moan.

You can feel the heat giving off his body. Men are too fucking easy.

“I’m going for a swim.” He says in one shuddery breath.

Oh, you’ve got him bad. Pretty soon he’d be wrapped around your finger. Or you wrapped around him to be a bit vulgar.

He jumps into the body of water, letting himself cool down. You removed your clothes, leaving you only in your bra and panties as you hopped in, too. You swim after him noticing that he’d remained still just looking up at the night sky. You guessed that he was looking for you to chase him. On sane days, you wouldn’t dare chase the likes of him. Today, you needed to seal the deal while you could.

“You whores are all the same. You take advantage of a guy who could treat you right all for what…trash. I’ve given her nothing but my love, affection, support and she sneaks around and fucks him.”

You rolled your eyes. Not this ‘nice guys finish last’ BS. “Fuck you, Topper. Your girlfriend cheated on you. She did a shitty thing. True. But don’t go blaming this on the entire female population. Besides, I honestly don’t blame her for fucking John B. He seems like he can really handle a woman. As for you,” You look him up and down, chuckling. “You seem really fucking vanilla.”

“Fuck you.” He sneers.

“That’s what I’ve been hoping for.”

He stares at you. If you hadn’t known any better, you would say that there was a faint shade of crimson on his cheeks. When he wasn’t talking like a goddamn loser, he actually looked really cute. The movie star chin, the neat blonde hair, his blue eyes that reflected so beautiful under moonlight along with his delicious looking abs.

Oh, god. Were you really getting turned on by this fool? You don’t give yourself a second to ponder, closing the gap between your bodies. Your fingers intertwine in his damp hair tugging on it to bring his lips down to yours.

The kiss immediately grew sloppy. Tongues battling for dominance. You could taste the beer on his tongue and it was absolutely intoxicating. The cold body of water felt like nothing with his skin again yours. You needed him badly, an aching between your legs present.

He pulls away from the kiss, smirking when he noticed you chasing his lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nod.

You both swam to shore. Once you made it, you immediately attacked his lips once again sending him falling back into the sand and you on top of him. You weren’t so sure why you’d gone so feral for him but you simplified it down to not having had any sex in the past few months.

He break the kiss once again, you groan against his lips. “I meant, let’s get out of this place. Like to my car or my place.”

“Your place is too far for how badly I want this. And I’m not fucking you in your car. I’m not some dirty slut that you get to pump and dump in the back of your car.”

“So, you’d want to do this here? For anyone to see us?”

“It’s fine,” You say, kissing his neck. “No one will see. If they do, let them watch.” You bite him at that last part.

He chokes out a moan. “You’re killing me.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” You sat up, right on top of his clothed erection and ground down hard. You earn another moan from him. “You sound as pretty as you look. I bet that cock’s pretty, too.”

You repeated ground against him over and over. God, he felt so good against you. Prodding shallowly yet blissfully at your clothed entrance.

“Fuck, those panties aren’t even off and I could feel how soaked you are. Making a mess all over my shorts.” He makes an attempt to put his fingers under you to put your panties to the side. You slapped his hand away.

“No. I’m the one in control for tonight. Just like how your ex-girlfriend ran you, I’ll run you, too,” Your hands find the waistband to his shorts, pulling them down while you simultaneously slid down his body. “You’re gonna be my good little sub and take what I give you.”

His dick springs free from its prison, slapping against his stomach with a heavy thud. Just as you thought…his dick was pretty, too.

You licked your lips. “Stand up for me. I’ll give you this one chance to show me you aren’t so vanilla.”

He obeys. You take him in your hands, studying his hard member. It was definitely as thick as a soda can. Not too long but long enough to touch parts of you that even your dildo at home couldn’t reach. He has some pubic hair which was surprising because you assumed he’d groom his entire body of any hair like some prepubescent boy. You found it kind of manly of him.

He ruts his dick closer to your face. You drag your nails down the v-line of his waist. “Stop being so impatient.”

Noticing the juicy large vein on the side of his dick, your tongue makes the decision before you do to explore it first. He hisses and hums a moan at the feeling of your tongue.

He tastes so good. You waste no time tasting more of him, wrapping your lips around his large pink tip. You suckle at it, collecting the taste of his precum on your tongue.

“Fuck my mouth.” You command him. He nearly came from your derogatory language. Placing a hand on each of his thigh as support, you look up at him doe-eyed with your tongue sticking all the way out.

He looks down at you. Your eyes darkened almost demonic. If he hadn’t known any better, he’s guessed that you were a succubus. He takes a large hand, tilting you chin up. Taking himself in his hands, he guides his cock into your warm mouth, gliding it back and forth on your tongue.

You moaned at the full taste of him. You wanted to suck him dry but you didn’t want to waste a drop of cum reserved for your pussy.

He picks up the pace, stroking faster into your mouth. A large hand cupping the back of your head. You clasped your mouth tightly around him as he trusted harder and faster into your mouth. Your moans sending vibrations to the base, making his toes curl in the sand.

“Mmm, fuck.” The wet suction sounds of you gagging and suckling around him, eggs him on.

You bring one hand between your legs, toying with your clit to relieve the pain of him not being inside you. His moans and whimpers did not help your situation. You couldn’t understand how the hell Sarah had been strong enough not to fuck him when he sounded this heavenly when in pleasure.

He’s thrusting feverishly into your mouth. His cries becoming louder. Your saliva running down your chin with each thrust. He found you so beautiful like this being used for his enjoyment. If you’d let him, he’d ruin you the whole time through. Instead, he’ll let you enjoy your moments of dominance.

You tug at his balls and he let’s out a loud groan. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You pull away from him, tearing his hands from your hair. “You’re not coming in my mouth. Lay back.”

He listens again, using your piles of clothes on the floor as a blanket and laying back against it. You unhook you bra and he sits back, watching in awe. He wanted them in his mouth. Next was your underwear which had not only been drenched by the water but by your slickness.

You climb on top of him, sopping cunt over his painfully hard cock. His fingertips dig into your waist, resisting himself from slamming his length into you. “Thank me.”

“For what?” He scoffs.

“For giving you this Pogue pussy.“

You take his shaft lowering yourself enough so that his tip was inside. You clenched around him

“Unnh, that’s so good.” He throws his head back.

“I know it is. Now thank me or I’ll hop off right now.” You weren’t sure if you wanted to if he did choose not to say it. You were addicted with the feeling of him inside you, stretching you. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you. Fuck! Thank you.” He groans, a mixture of frustration and lust in his tone.

You lower yourself even more. “Do you know how absolutely appetizing you sound right now? I wanna make you cry like the little bitch you are.”

You bounced up and down on his cock. His moans getting louder. He’s hitting deep parts within you like a wreaking ball crashing through walls.

You can’t stop yourself from groaning, too. You were dickmatized, looking down at him as if he’s your whole world. You circe your hips then rocked back and forth, his hands on your hips guiding you on his cock.

He looks down between your bodies watching your slick creamy arousal, coating his shaft. It glistens in the moonlight and it’s a sight he plans on capturing in his memories.

“You look so fucking hot. Feel so good around me. Love stretching that tight pussy out.”

“Fuck yes, Topper. Keep talking to me like that baby. It’s so hot.” You drag angry red lines down chest, the frenzied thrusts increasing in power. The sounds of skin colliding and your squishy wetness consume the air.

He sits up, lowering his head to tease a hardened peak with his long, fat tongue and thrusts up into you, meeting your rhythmic bouncing.

“Tell me you love me.” He whimpers. Noticing your confused look, he continues. “I need to hear it. I need to feel wanted.”

“I love you, Topper.”

He gives one hard thrust, causing you to gasp.

“Say like you mean it.”

You crash your lips into his, nipping and tasting the soft pink flesh. “I fucking love you, Topper,” Wrapping your arms around his back, clawing at it. “Your such a good boy. Love how good you feel inside me. Love it so much.” Your literally sobbing at how good this was.

He runs a hand down to your tummy, feeling himself thrust against you while the thumb hung down to frantically rub at your clit. You nearly lifted off of him at the contact. You were the one in charge here but he’d sneakily found his chance to be the one in charge not that you were complaining.

His tongue and mouth continue to tease your swollen nipples, thumb toying with your clit and you felt like you were in overload. Then, he takes the other free hand grasping your butt and circles a finger around your puckered hole. He pushes a middle finger in and you bit into his shoulder, then bring your lips o his ears.

You can feel yourself slowly approaching your end and by the looks of his face, he was too. You knew he needed more though.

“I love you, Topper. I want you so badly.” You kiss his earlobe. Your sweaty bodies slick against each other as the rhythm becomes sloppy.

Shit, you were getting so close. So very close.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” He pants.

“Cum for me. I want it deep inside of me. I don’t want a drop waste outside of this pussy. Give me your cum, daddy. Please.” You sounded so pathetic whimpering for a man you hated not too long ago. But if he made you feel this good there was no way you could hate him.

“I shouldn’t.”

You shove his back down to the ground, interlocking your fingers with his and riding him for dear life, your clit running over the defined v-line.

“Oh fuck. Oh god, I’m coming. ” He says in a breath whisper, tears prickling his eyes. His back arches, head thrown back and cock bottoming out into you as spurt after spurt of warm cum paints your walls.

This sends you of into your own orgasm. You’re shaking and trembling against him. A flood of your arousal wetting between your thighs and his thighs. You milk him for all he’s worth. “Fuck. Yes. Topper. That’s it make me a mommy. Pump me full of your babies!” You called out into the the midnight sky. You were sure neighbors nearby could’ve heard most of that.

Despite what he’d heard you said, he still found himself stroking desperately into your quivering core letting you wring him dry. A staccato of breaths is what your reduced to as he settles for a few more thrusts and until he softens in you.

You tried swinging your legs over him to remove yourself when he holds you down to him.

“Wait, you said every last drop. Let’s keep me in here so that we’re sure that you’ll get pregnant.”

You look down at him wide-eyed. “You don’t care?”

“Nah. I want this to happen. Besides, this just means you won’t be able to leave my side.” He smirks, still heaving from exhaustion.

He flips you both around so that you are on your back now. “I think I’ve been meaning to show you just how far from vanilla I am.” He thrusts into you and he’s hard again. The mixture of your juices squelching with each thrust. “Babygirl, it’s gonna be a looong night.”

That night you learned that the kook had some fire in him after all. He gladly showed you the mistake you’ve made in trapping him because he planned to keep you as his forever whether you liked it or not.

But boy did you love it.

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adventuresinobx · 1 year

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Model Behaviour

Austin North x fem!reader

Summary: You’re a photographer’s assistant and you’ve got a busy day helping out with headshots for multiple clients. When one particular client takes a shine to you, how long will it take for both of you to act on the inevitable attraction?

A/N: If you know me, you know Austin is my absolute fave so how can I be back and not make one of my first fics about him 🙈🙈🙈🙈

Warnings: Smut, dom! Austin, oral (m receiving), lots of dirty talking

You’d been working on this photoshoot set all day, celebrities and assistants coming in and out as each client made their way through the studio. Today was headshot day for one particular agency and you’d seen such a mix of people coming through the door. Most of them were nobody you knew, and as you cast your eyes at the next name on the sheet, you didn’t know this one either. Austin North, it read.

Soon a lady rushed into the room, the sound of a strong laugh following her as she introduced herself and her client to the photographer. “Hey Mr North, how are you?” the photographer asked, shaking hands with the man behind her. You went on your tiptoes, curious to see what he looked like in person; his old headshots were cute. You liked his fresh face and cute blonde hair in the photo but when he stepped into the room, you were instead captivated by his facial hair and the dark locks that sat on top of his head. He looked great, older but in the best way and your heart fluttered in your chest.

“This is Y/N,” the photographer said, gesturing towards you as Austin flashed you a smile that had you weak in the knees, “She’s my assistant for the day. So anything you want, she’s all yours.” A wicked smile spread on Austin’s face and you bit your lip to stop yourself from reacting with a sound. You nodded and smiled at him, suddenly made nervous by how he was acting.

The shoot went quick, thank goodness. He had this brooding look about him, he was a natural and you wondered whether modelling was a side line to his acting profession. If it wasn’t, it really should be. You could tell those actors that were only comfortable being in front of a camera when they were playing someone else but he was so confident, so sure, as he was.

You spent his whole shoot watching from the side, the only time you needed to do anything was when the photographer went to do the full length shots and noticed some fluff on the floor from a previous photoshoot which wouldn’t quite fit with what you were going for here. You knelt down on the floor, collecting what you could as he stepped back, but still close enough that when you went on your knees to pick the last bits up, it gave him enough of an innuendo.

You noticed that grin on his face and wondered if anyone else did. He was something else.

“Oh darling get down on your knees again,” he said, voice quiet as you did as he asked. You bit your lip, eyes focused up on him from your position between his muscular thighs which were almost straining against the black denim material of his ripped jeans. “Look so pretty down there angel. Now take your time and do whatever feels right. Follow your instincts. You’re a natural.”

You gulped nervously, watching as your hand almost involuntarily moved to his crotch. Everyone had broke for lunch so you two had the entire space to yourself. You swept your fingers over the denim material, using your hand to feel his hard length that was separated by the two layers of material. Two layers too much. You brushed your thumb over the head of his dick through the material, feeling it twitch under your fingers. You repeated the motion a few times, hand and fingers rubbing up and down him through the tight material as you watched his face twist in pleasure.

You moved your hand to the button, easily popping it open and pulling his pants down to his knees. You left his boxers on, admiring how he wore tight boxers that left very little to the imagination. Immediately, your mouth moved closer to him and you attached your lips to him through the material, feeling every vein and ridge with your mouth through the barely there material.

He grabbed your hair, fisting it into a makeshift ponytail as he watched you reach for the boxers and pulled them down so he was left completely naked from the waist down and thus plenty for you to focus on. He noticed you lick your lips, just before you leant in and ran a hesitant lick all the way up and down his shaft in one go.

“Bet you’re dripping,” he said softly, tone strong, voice quiet as he took a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come . His next words came out staggered and stumbley as he tried to hold himself up from the pleasure you were giving him. “Bet all your juices are dripping down your thighs, your fingers would be soaking wet and you’d be clenching around them now.” On hearing his words, you clenched around nothing, your tongue still flat against the underside of his dick.

You enjoyed the weight against your tongue, swirling and sucking him best you could as your fingers ran down and under your shorts. “Touch yourself angel, just think of later when three of my fingers will be fully inside you. You’ll come to that won’t you darling? Coming all over my hands and letting me taste you.” You couldn’t take it anymore, already, and your hand disappeared under your shorts, your fingers making a quick connection with your clit and soon you were using one hand to stroke him whilst you licked and sucked on the tip like a pro and using the other to slip a finger or two inside yourself to give you some relief.

“Fuck, so good at that darling. Need you to take more of me, have more of me. I want you,” he mumbled, watching as you kept his cock down your throat and flicked your tongue around the head where you could. Every time you managed to touch a particular sensitive spot, you let out a moan and that only encouraged him further, feeling the vibrations around him and helping him to thrust further into your mouth, again and again until you were choking and spluttering on him. He loved hearing you gag.

He pulled your hair into the ponytail again, taking you off him for a moment. He pulled you just close enough to his dick so that you could poke your tongue out if you wanted to and lick the angry looking tip. He kept you there, speaking calm and collected as he told you: “Can’t wait to get you somewhere more private, where I can fuck you like you deserve. Make you cum all over my cock.” Your hand was still in your shorts now and you were furiously rubbing your clit, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes like you were begging for him to take over and help you get that release.

As if he read your mind, he told you: “Don’t worry darling, gonna make you feel so good later. You’ll cum now and many more times later.” Your movements sped up. “Can’t wait to get a taste myself. Bet you’re so sweet. Cum for me, and then I want you to taste yourself for me?” He posed it as more of a question but you nodded eagerly. He could have told you to do anything and you would. “I know you’re close baby, cum for me and then you can make me cum down your throat.”

You groaned at his words, completely losing it as you pinched your clit and sent your orgasm hurtling over you full force. “Fuck,” you moaned, legs shaking as you rode out your high. Still midst orgasm, you took your fingers out your shorts and smeared your juices on the head of his cock, making him groan from the touch alone. You moved your head to the side to get him to release your hair and braced both hands on his thick thighs before taking him as deep down your throat as you could.

“That’s it, good girl,” he said, his mind foggy by the fact you were now tasting a mix of his and your juices. He bucked his hips into you, keeping his hands by his side as not to push you too hard or hurt you. “Such a good girl, I’m so close. Watching you make yourself cum, fuck. Come on baby. I’m close.” You used his words as more encouragement, and soon you could feel that tensing as he came down your throat. There was little warning but he managed to signal for you to move away. You stayed in place, refusing to move away from him as he came down your throat. You swallowed everything he gave you, even moving off after to lick any remnants from his cock.

“Fuck, we’re gonna have to do that again soon,” he mumbled, still catching his breath and steadying himself from the great orgasm you’d just given him. “But next time, I’m going down on you.” You clenched around nothing once more, already anticipating how good that was going to feel. “And I won’t be satisfied til you’ve cum three times from my tongue alone.”

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taglist (pls let me know if you want to be added 🥰)

@starkeyobx @lovelyhedgehog44 @jjmaybankmakesmecry @pankhoeforlife @bayy2452 @proactivetypeofgirl @fangirlfree @severa-kane @lovedetlost @pankowperfection @drewbooooo @samxslaughter @valeriiecameron @fiction-is-life @im-julessssss @meadzy2 @onmykneesforrafe @strokesofstokes @penny4yourthoughts @maybankslover @777iii @slvtherinseeker

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 7 ● j.maybank + t.thornton

warnings

reader and abandonment issues / tough girl vibes, mentions of Topper's own home issues ( the fucking wicked bitch of the island imo), jealousy, angst. people doing literally every thing but the most sensible thing, treasure hunts / other shenanigans, violence / confrontations and name calling on occasion, reader does not get along with Kiara or Sarah, kissing / body fluids exchanged, eventual filth -sooner than ya'll think tbh, alcohol / w**d + smoking.

<- reader/you are female. with female parts. and clothing/personality/other stuff that I came up with during the writing. This is me being self-indulgent yet again and I'm not sorry.

word count

2167 exactly. for missing context ( part 6 ) can be found by clicking. For context sake, this takes place a few days after part 6.

summary

-- you find yourself caught between loyalty -and love, for your longtime best friend JJ Maybank.. and growing feelings for Topper Thornton, a Kook. This won't be messy at all, right?

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here. if you'd like to be tagged in my outer banks stuff please lmk or add yourself by clicking the link.

@tbmunson babessss you.. are amazing. i love you so so so so much and you always inspire me. i hope you like this bc.. drama.

@valentineshiftz your comments always make me feel warm and so fuzzy and I love you for this, you don't know how much it means to me. I can't thank you enough.

@writingreadinglurkingandsmirking your reactions, oh my goddd.. they make my day so much brighter and I lowkey wanna cry every time because it means so much to me that you're getting a kick out of reading this as i am writing it. thank you sm.

@stilesstilinskisgf omg sweetie, you're too sweet and I lowkey wanted to cry because your comment made me so happy to read. I love you sm, thank you, thank you, thank you.

@music4life42 i thought i'd tag you bc you asked to be tagged in everything, feel free to ignore, babes! ilysm!