outerbanks imagines.

two different world(pt2)-topper

the swell rises inside of her and spasms until her limbs have run numb.
her words are nothing but muddled messes of praise to topper,
who is currently holding her close and basking her skin in kisses of divinity.
"you're perfect,"
he reassures with a whisper into her ear.
topper or y/n have never felt such euphoria.
they are mending into one another,
becoming undone in the greatest way possible.
"topper,"
she repeats like a prayer.
he lets himself fall deeper into her until they've hit their peak.
the look of pleasure on y/n's face is one he will never forget and one he will strive to see again.
she is unraveling beneath his influence and he's falling deeper for her.
y/n falls into a mess of gasps and whispered words that are muted when topper presses his lips to hers.
topper soon collapses to y/n's side after their climaxes have passed.
she goes to find comfort in his arms,
but stops herself.
is this the norm?
is this something they do?
topper answers by reaching out for her and inviting her in.
he knows this is something she's still adjusting to,
and he's been nothing but patient with her.
she's eternally grateful.
"isn't it kind of...weird to you? but, like, in a good way?"
y/n asks.
"is what weird?"
"being together. you're...you're my boyfriend,"
y/n says,
trying the word out on her tongue.
she doesn't mean to sound so astonished,
but it's enough to make topper laugh.
"i don't think it's weird. i love it. but i understand."
y/n sighs again his chest.
"i'm sorry. i don't mean to be difficult."
topper smooths her hair out before planting a kiss on the top of her head.
"you're not at all difficult, my love. just learning."
while she traces circles against his collarbone and he rests his hands against her waist that fits for his holding,
she, of course, begins to think.
it's all she knows how to do in moments of silence.
topper and y/n are currently keeping their relationship a secret out of respect for their friend groups,
who currently are in the midst of a brawl,
so their hangouts are limited.
today,
they joined in at y/n's house.
though it was nice to see topper lighten with excitement when he saw their shared taste in music,
admired the way he asked her questions about the books lying around her room,
and snuggled into her covers so tight that it made
y/n laugh until tears were in her eyes,
she wonders what it might be like to be able to go out on a real date.
to get dressed,
to feel beautiful and to be told she looks beautiful,
to venture into town and have fun.
instead,
they are confined to two bedrooms on other ends of the island.
but being with topper,
no matter where,
is worth it.
"what do you think would happen if our friends found out about us?"
topper muses.
"i'd be hanged for treason,"
y/n replies with a small laugh to her tone,
though both of their smiles are forced.
topper wishes, too, he could take y/n out like she deserves to be;
to dine her until her head spins.
instead of mulling over this any longer,
topper rests his lips to y/n's and indulges into a wonderful kiss.
and when he pulls back to admire this lovely girl,
he counts her blinks,
admires the fall of her eyelashes to her cheekbones,
and kisses her nose.
"who would've thought?"
he wonders.
"i know,"
she agrees then goes to tease with,
"you got so lucky."
"i truly did."
topper brings her in for another kiss that deepens until their hands are exploring new lands,
digging for something deeper.
y/n just wants to keep topper pleased,
but she doesn't know he finds pleasure simply in her existence.
topper shudders beneath y/n's power and lets the ghost of her name slip from his lips.
their time of pleasure comes to an abrupt end when y/n's bedroom door flies open and in comes kie.
"why aren't you answering your phone? are you okay-oh my god!"
kie explains,
shielding her eyes from the scene before her.
y/n tries her hardest to cover topper's face from these leering, invasive eyes, but the damage has been done.
"topper?! y/n, you cannot be serious!"
"what are you even doing here?! why don't you ever knock?"
the rest of the pogues pile in behind kie and look to see who this is lying in y/n's bed.
"we just wanted to see you! i can't believe this."
y/n is growing angry.
how dare they intrude in on her home and judge her?
they have spilled a secret she never wanted them to know.
at least not so soon.
"oh, yeah, hey! don't bother knocking on my front door just come right in! you're all so invasive!"
"who is it?"
jj whispers beside kie,
referring to the hidden figure under her blanket.
"topper,"
kie informs.
y/n pulls the blanket from topper to reveal him.
he smiles and waves awkwardly.
jj whoops then snaps his fingers together.
"damn, y/n! climbing the ladder, huh?"
"oh, fuck off."
jj raised his eyebrows.
"sensitive subject, it seems."
"can we continue this conversation later?"
"you mean when y'all are dressed?"
jj suggests,
eating this moment up despite y/n's red-hot anger.
"jj, shut up!"
everyone yells in unison.
he throws his hands up in surrender and there,
everyone leaves to wait for their meeting.
"i cannot believe them. i'm so sorry, topper, i didn't mean-"
topper holds y/n's hands into his and brings her to a calm.
"it's okay. it was going to happen eventually. i just...i just want to be sure that this is what you want. once we go out there, it'll be messy and difficult."
"i know. but...but i want this and i want you. messy and difficult."
topper brings her in for a gentle kiss then agrees,
"messy and difficult."
they pull their clothes on and prepare to leave,
but again y/n waits by.
"are you really going to admit you're with me?"
she asks in a moment of blinded insecurity.
"of course. why wouldn't i?"
"my reputation isn't exactly the best, topper. once they find out, your friends will find out too."
he smiles at her rushing thoughts then smooths out the lines in her forehead with his thumb.
"i don't care, y/n. i want to be with you and everything that comes with you, okay? i'm with you."
she leans into him and nods.
"okay..."
and there,
she finds strength.
when the pair arrive to the living room,
pope and jj are in a fit of laughter.
kie is thinking to herself and john b looks wildly uncomfortable.
and rightly so,
considering his history with topper.
the pair sit next to each other on the empty couch and stare at the friends who are either avoiding their eye or holding contact with wide grins.
topper straightens his posture and looks as though he's unbothered,
but y/n can see the tightness in his muscles.
she's traced them over time and time again,
studied them,
thought about creating art from his marbled structure,
she knows when he is intimidated.
so y/n takes his hand into hers and squeezes it for reassurance.
i'm with you,
she says,
we're in this together.
it's kie who breaks the silence.
"when did this begin?"
"the day i got released for shoplifting,"
y/n answers.
"you two have been hooking up since?"
"jesus, kie, no. we were friends and then it just...happened."
kie nods her head in understanding.
"y/n, you haven't been locked up since, have you?"
"no?"
y/n ponders.
she looks to topper for some since of clarification,
but he's just as confused.
kie brings her hands to her mouth in surprise then shouts,
"finally! god, yes!"
"what the hell is going on?"
y/n questions.
she looks to their friends to see if they understand,
but everyone is bemused just as well as she is.
"do i have to spell it out? y/n, he's keeping you out of trouble, he's helping you become, like, better or something!"
topper chimes in with,
"i didn't...i didn't do anything. she's kept out of trouble on her own. i don't think it'd be fair to give me credit for that when, you know, it's all y/n's hard work."
"that's not to say you haven't at least helped though,"
kie says.
y/n turns to him then nods.
"yeah...you've redirected me."
topper gives her a smile.
"i'm all for it! go topper and y/n! whoohoo!"
kie cheers,
giving the couple a thumbs up of approval.
and though y/n is glad for it,
there's still so much to be figured out.
"there's still some animosity in the group, kie,"
y/n adds.
she lets her eyes fall on john b who hasn't so much as looked their way this entire time.
when john b realizes this,
he sighs and begins,
"look, topper, i apologize for sarah-"
"no need,"
topper interrupts,
holding his hand out to stop john b from continuing.
"sorry...that came out wrong. it's just...it's over with sarah and i. we've all found our happy endings, what more is there to discuss? i'm ready to let it go if you are."
and just like that,
y/n's worlds begin to blend into one.
though the thought makes her heart skip a few beats,
she realizes she has nothing to fear.
this is what she wants.
when the group decides to head home,
leaving behind cheers and jokes,
topper and y/n are finally left to themselves again.
she falls limp into his arms and sighs in relief.
she didn't realize how tense she was this whole time.
but now she is being soothed back to normalcy,
to peace,
by topper's arms.
"thank you,"
she whispers.
topper has heard this phrase many times from y/n,
each time being for a different reason.
"you don't have to thank me, y/n."
"i do. nobody's ever been so good to me."
topper kisses the bridge of her nose.
"because nobody deserves you."
"do you?"
topper shrugs.
"i'm trying to make myself worthy."
"you and me both."
"you already are worth it, y/n. this and so much more."
the pair find comfort in the sheets of y/n's bed.
though this time,
there is no promiscuity fueling their every moment,
just pure, innocence in resting their limbs together.
"hey, top?"
y/n whispers now that she's on the brink of slumber. "hm?"
"i'm glad we're together."
topper smiles a sleepy smile then kisses her lips ever
so tenderly.
"me too, my love."
it is not the end of this difficult period,
where topper and y/n are forced to face their friends in a moment of judgement,
but with a love like this...
it's worth it.