OBX Boys imagines

Topper-

Topper's kiss would be more controlled, but with an underlying intensity that he doesn't always show. It would come when you least expect it, perhaps after a moment of vulnerability or an unexpected exchange between the two of you. He's the type who holds back a lot, playing it cool most of the time, but when he finally kisses you, it's clear he's been holding onto something.

You'd be talking, or maybe sharing a quiet moment, when the atmosphere between you two shifts. Topper would look at you with that cool gaze, his usual smirk replaced with something a little more serious, as if he's finally letting his guard down. The moment would be charged with a kind of unspoken tension that neither of you can ignore.

He might step a little closer, his hand resting gently on your arm or your back, and there would be this quiet pause where neither of you moves, just standing there, aware of the shift. Topper would lean in slowly, his lips meeting yours with soft but deliberate pressure. The kiss wouldn't be frantic or rushed, but there's a clear feeling of wanting, of finally acknowledging what's been building between you.

When he pulls away, there would be no words at first. He'd look at you, his expression a little softer than usual, but still holding that edge. Maybe there would be a small, quiet smile, but he wouldn't need to say anything. You'd both know that something had changed.
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The evening was winding down at Tannyhill, and most of the guests had filtered inside, leaving the porch and the yard almost eerily quiet. The soft hum of crickets filled the air as you and Topper sat together on the steps, the only light coming from the soft glow of the porch light overhead. You had been talking casually for a while—about everything and nothing—when suddenly, the mood shifted.

You glanced over at Topper, noticing that his usual confident, almost cocky demeanor seemed to have softened just a bit. He wasn't as relaxed as he usually was, and the air between you two had grown thick with something unspoken. You could feel the shift in the energy, the kind that left you both just a little bit unsure of what would happen next.

Topper looked over at you, his eyes locking with yours for a long moment. There was something in his gaze—something that was different than before. No teasing, no playing games. Just... quiet intensity.

"I don't know why," he said quietly, his voice almost too soft for the setting, "but this feels like the first time I'm actually seeing you Shorts. Like Really seeing you."

You blinked, surprised by his words. Topper, the guy who always had a snarky remark or playful comment, suddenly seemed... serious. And that threw you off balance, just enough for your heart to skip a beat.

He leaned in just slightly, the space between you two shrinking, but he didn't move too fast. It was like he was waiting for some kind of signal from you, giving you the choice, but you were frozen.

Before you could think, Topper's hand reached out, gently brushing against the side of your arm, a soft touch that sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes never left yours as he slowly closed the distance, his lips meeting yours with soft, deliberate pressure.

The kiss wasn't hurried, but there was an undeniable feeling behind it, a mix of wanting and quiet intensity that neither of you had acknowledged until now. Topper's hand found its way to your waist, pulling you a little closer, but it wasn't rough. It was almost like he was trying to savor the moment, trying to understand it, without rushing.

You could feel his breath warm against your lips as the kiss deepened, his fingers gently brushing against your skin, but still tender. There was nothing wild or frantic about it. Just a quiet, knowing connection, like both of you had been waiting for this moment to happen, even if you hadn't realized it.

When he finally pulled away, it was slow, deliberate, and when his eyes met yours again, there was that familiar edge to his expression, but it was softened by something else. Something more vulnerable. He smiled, but it was different from his usual cocky grin. It was quieter, more genuine.

"Well," he said with a slight chuckle, "I guess that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

You couldn't help but smile back, the air between you two feeling charged in a way it hadn't before. You didn't need to say anything. The kiss had said it all.