outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 11 ● j.maybank + t.thornton
warnings
[ multi chapter ] writer who can't write a triangle to save her life, swearing, helicopter moms (Topper's mom, fyi), mentions of alc + alcohol addiction ( your mom ), teenage shenanigans ( getting busted in a compromising position ), eluded to sexual encounter, mentions of markings / bites. Deviation from the events of the series for the most part -this is kind of like.. a side/background story to all the treasure hunting and stuff, tbh.
Reader/you is from the Cut. Reader/you are female with female parts and not much else described at all.
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2464 words exactly.
summary
Shoupe glares but he begins to make his way back down from the tower and Topper makes his way back over to you, pulling you into a deep kiss that leaves you breathless when it's broken. He chuckles against your mouth as he bucks himself into you and lets out a quiet growl, " We are finishing this later, love."
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"Mmm." the weight of him settles down into you heavy, and your fingers catch against his bare skin. Topper’s lips dance down your neck and around, littering the front of your throat with kisses and bite marks that he knows won’t be hidden. A smug grin forms at the thought that later, he’ll see imprints of his mouth against your skin, but he won’t be the only one.
Everyone will.
His hand captures your hand, fingers laced together as he pins it flat against the pillow beneath your head. Stars shine through the big panes of glass that form the walls in the top of the lighthouse. It’s become a sort of safe haven. A special place.
Down below, Kiara spots Topper’s little boat and scowls, shaking her head. All she can think about is how Sarah left the Chateau earlier in the week and hasn’t been seen since. And she’s barely seeing you at all lately, when you do talk to her, it usually ends in harsh words and you, being cold and bitter.
She tries to text you, on the off chance that it’s not you with Topper at the lighthouse. Because you may not be on good terms but you are still someone she considers a friend and she wants to warn you.
Your phone vibrates against wooden floorboards and Topper pulls away, glaring at the phone. You roll your eyes and let out several ragged breaths. “What the fuck does she want?” you mumble as you check your phone.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“Does it really matter? You don’t like her, she doesn’t like you.” Topper points out and you nod, agreeing. You let him pry the phone from your hands and turn it off. If it’s really important, you think to yourself, she can tell you the highlights tomorrow during your shift. Because whether you want her to or not, she will.
Topper turns his attention back to you, but then his own cell phone starts to go crazy.
He’s the one scowling and shaking his head when he realizes that it’s Sarah texting.
You pluck the phone out of his hands.
“Seriously?” you laugh and shake your head. If you were his girlfriend -and you weren’t at least ninety five percent sure this was just summer boredom being cured in his eyes, you’d have a real nasty text message ready to go.
But.. you’re not his girlfriend and this isn’t serious.. To him. And you’re trying so very hard to keep that mindset until he chooses to tell you otherwise. You’re done forcing yourself on people, if he wants this to be serious, it’ll be him to say it.
Which is why when he holds out the phone to you and nods to it, you’re totally confused.
“I’m here with you. Maybe if she knows that…”
When a call comes through from Sarah’s number, you pick up.
“Yeah?” you’re sitting up in Topper’s lap, bare body to bare body. Walking your fingers up and down his muscular chest as he nips at your neck and throat and rocks himself into you.
“I..I need to talk to Topper.”
“You need to let go, actually. He’s busy right now, Cameron.” you’re not even a little sweet when you say it, either. And you don’t realize it, but every ounce of the jealousy you work double overtime to keep locked away and oblivious to him, it’s pouring out of you as you deal with her on the phone.
Topper’s getting more hopeful -and more turned on, the more you say.
“Please.. This is important.”
“No, Sarah. No it’s not. And neither are you. Go play games with somebody else. Topper’s busy, he can’t come to play.” you hang up the call and Topper takes the phone, turning it off immediately.
“Where were we?” Topper mutters as he lays you back against the sleeping bag and settles on top of you all over again, turning his attention back to undressing you, with both eyes and hands.
And then the door to the lighthouse tower is being beaten down and the two of you freeze, glaring at the door as it shakes in the frame. “Fucking seriously?” Topper whines and his forehead settles against your breasts as he takes several deep breaths.
“Open up in there. Officer Shoupe.”
The two of you share a look and swallow hard. Topper pulls away after stealing three or four more deep kisses that leave you dizzy, and he’s pulling on his shorts as he throws open the door and leans in the frame.
“Thornton?”
“Yeah, it’s uh. It’s me. What’s the problem, officer?”
He’s so charming and smooth as he handles the older man that you’re smiling to yourself just a little.
Officer Shoupe gets straight to the point, first of all firmly scolding the both of you about using the tower as a getaway for your sexual encounters. Then he tells you both that someone called in a boat parked for a suspicious amount of time. Shoppe chukles as he adds with a smirk, "One of em was your mama, boy an' she's worried sick."
"Right. Sure she is." Topper grumbles, shaking his head. You're tense all over because you've just heard what Shoupe said and you can just feel everything about to come to an end between you both. Topper gazes at the older man, "Who were the other calls?"
Shoupe shrugs. "Dunno. Don't care, either. Okay you two.. dressed and outta here."
"Yeah, that's not happening until you walk yourself back down to the ground and wait there. You're not getting a single look at her naked, you old prick."
Shoupe glares but he begins to make his way back down from the tower and Topper makes his way back over to you, pulling you into a deep kiss that leaves you breathless when it's broken. He chuckles against your mouth as he bucks himself into you and lets out a quiet growl, " We are finishing this later, love."
"Oh we are, huh?"you giggle out into the kiss before it breaks. Topper stares at you hungrily and as he holds out your torn undergarments to you, he takes several ragged breaths, openly fucking you with his eyes. He pulls you into another deep kiss and pushes the polo shirt he was wearing at you. "Since i..uh.. tore your clothes off, love.."
You take the shirt, slipping it down over your head. Pouting a little because you're all worked up. He scoops you up and starts to carry you down the staircase, stopping a few times to kiss you until you're dizzy and breathless as he lets his hands wander and you do the same right back. The two of you make your way out into bright sunshine and you hide your face against his hickey covered neck, making him chuckle as he mumbles quietly, "I know this little island up the shoreline… we'll go there, love."
CONTINUED
Your mother catches sight of Topper's mother in the staff break room of the hospital they both work in and she walks up to the snobbish bitch, jamming a finger into her shoulder until she turns around.
Mrs. Thornton looks down her nose as she turns to face your mother. "Can I help you?"
"That little prick you call a son better not fucking get my little girl pregnant."
"I beg your pardon?"
Your mother just laughs. "Keep your kid over on Figure 8. Because if he ruins my daughter's life like her father ruined mine, you won't have a son anymore."
"Maybe if your daughter wasn't such a little tramp..she's clearly the one who enticed my son. He's weak willed, same as his father. The first girl to show him even a shred of affection, he falls in love with and its frankly pathetic. Keep your trashy little girl away from my little boy because if anyone's life will be ruined in this, it'll clearly be his."
Your mother steps up to her, giving a shove. "What'd you just call my kid, you freeze dried bitch?"
She simply smirks and steps away. "If the shoe fits.. were you not messing with both Ward and some loser from the Cut and at least five other men when we were their age, Malia?" Mrs. Thornton studies your mother intently, smirking, "Do you even know who fathered your child?" and your mother clenches her fists at her sides. She really doesn't know for sure, but she's leveled it down to 3 men. And all of them left, none of them wanted any part of fatherhood. Or her.
"Freeze dried bitch." your mother grumbles before shoving past Mrs. Thornton.
CONTINUED
You make your way into the house and just when you’re about to open the door to your bedroom, your mother turns on the lamp and you freeze. The second you see the bottle of liquor sitting on the end table, you roll your eyes.
“Sit down, sweetie.”
You sit down and she sighs. Takes a long and deep breath and you do the same.
“Can this wait, Mom?”
“Nope.” your mom answers, going quiet again. “Your thing with the Thornton kid stops now. Are we clear?”
You scoff at this and laugh softly. “Oh.That’s what this is.” the words die on your lips when you look over and see the solemn expression on your mother’s face. “I thought it was bad enough when you were always off with the boy next door. This is.. It’s way worse, sweetie. Those kind of people only use us. This is just a summer fling to him. You know it, I know it, the whole island knows it. I’m not going to sit back and let you make the same mistake I did.”
You’re tempted to tell her if you were to make the same mistake, at least you’d know who the father of your child is, but something tells you not to, that it wouldn’t be a smart idea at all. You do laugh and shrug. “I’m perfectly aware this is probably a fling to him. Maybe I’m going to enjoy it for what it is.”
Your mother tenses. Looks up at you and rubs her forehead. “Do you have to give me such a hard time?”
“Do you have to die on this hill?” you question. “And anyway, why am I going to listen to you, hm?” you’re more than a little annoyed at the whole thing. “You’re never home and when you are, you’re too drunk to function. You’re always telling me you need space, you can’t be around me, I was a mistake. Does any of that sound familiar at all, Mom? Give me one good reason I should listen.”
“Do you want to be like me? Because messing around with the boys on this island, sweetie.. That’s how you end up like me.”
You shake your head. “No, no it’s not, Mom.”
“Fine. Don’t listen. Do whatever you want, sweetie.. But when you realize it comes with consequence, don’t come crying to me over it.”
You laugh. “Why in the hell would I do that? I’ll figure it out on my own. You’re the last shoulder I’d cry on, trust me… you don’t have to worry about that.”
You make your way into the bedroom, door slamming behind you. When your mother’s car starts about ten minutes later, you take a shaky breath or two and flop down onto your bed.
The little talk could’ve gone a lot worse and you know it. You grimace as you think about exactly how bad it could’ve gotten. Then you slip off the bed and start getting ready to go to sleep, looking out the window just in time to see JJ’s bedroom light on. JJ stands in the window, staring into yours.
You grumble to yourself and let the tapestry over your bedroom window swing down over it, obscuring your bedroom window from view.
CONTINUED
“You’re going to stay away from the little tramp, son. This isn’t Sarah. This is different. I won’t have you making us look bad.”
Topper’s jaw flutters as he glares at his mother. “You mean like I already do? That’s basically what you’re always saying, Mom. That I’m weak. And a disappointment. Every time something bad happens, it’s always my fault.”
“Because it is. You are. And you’re reckless. But this thing with the little tramp. It’s not happening. Are we clear?”
“I’ll do what I want.”
“Fine.. But the second she’s made a fool out of you, don’t come looking for my help. I won’t be here to bail you out.”
Topper laughs and rubs his chin. “I wouldn’t ask for your help anyway, Mom, don’t be ridiculous. That’d be the last thing I do. I can’t wait to get out of here, away from you.”
“I just don’t understand what happened to my sweet boy.” his mother shakes her head, gives him a hurt look. “That Cameron girl ruined you. This all started with her.”
Topper shakes his head. “Nope, you’re the one who did that.”
“Fine.. Keep seeing the little tramp. But you’re on your own when she traps you with a child. You realize that’s the way those kinds of girls are, you can’t be this stupid.”
“You don’t even know her, mom.”
“I know her mother. That’s enough. Go on, go to your room. I don’t feel like looking at you right now.” his mother waves him away dismissively as she scowls. Topper makes his way up the stairs and into his room, letting the door slam hard enough to make her wince as she sits on the sofa down in the living room.
“We’ll see how long he stands by his ‘feelings’ for the little tramp when I tell him he’s written out of my will.” she smirks to herself as she takes a few sips of her nightly drink and turns her attention back to the television turned on in front of her. “I’ll go have it done first thing in the morning. And then I’ll be talking to my father about this.”
Topper flops onto his bed and takes out his phone, smiling as soon as it’s unlocked and he sees the picture he took of you both not so long ago. The smile fades and turns to a scowl when he sees that he’s gotten yet another text from Sarah.
→ Hey.. Will you please talk to me, Top?
← Forget my number, Sarah. I’m done, okay? You made your choice. I’m making mine.
The three dots pop up only to disappear again seconds later, but he doesn’t even care.
He’s already re-reading all the texts you’ve been sending to him and smiling because it makes him feel a thousand times better.
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