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obx!au!elliot only visits outer banks during the summer. his father was born and raised in the cut, so when school is out, he lived with him until he got shipped back to east highland for the fall.

obx!au!elliot loves to skateboard, courtesy of his california native roots. it was hard to adjust to the adversities that north carolina had to offer, but somehow skateboarding and taking in the beautiful atmosphere of the OBX was worth it.

pogue!reader first laid her eyes on elliot during a warm afternoon in late may. summer had just begun and you were routinely fucking around with your friends when they noticed the 'new boy' skating around the city. it was john b's idea to introduce yourselves to him and you've been captivated by him ever since.

obx!au!elliot was relieved when the pogues took him underneath their wing. he was fully expecting to spend the summer in his own antisocial bubble like he was used to, but meeting the pogues made him believe that this summer might be more exciting than he had imagined. especially when he saw you.

obx!au!elliot took a likeness to your beauty, but your bubbly, and carefree personality was what reeled him in completely. the more he hung out with the pogues, the closer he got to you.

obx!au!elliot would convince you to sneak out of your mom's house at two a.m. to teach you how to skatebord. after almost five hours of practice you still couldn't, but he thought it was cute watching you try.

pogue!reader would show elliot all of her favorite secret spots in the cut. one in particular being an amazing waterfall hidden in the woods that was riddled with extravagant greenery and a lake.

CAMERON CADE…had been infatuated with the deity wrapped in satin-like flesh and clothed with dignity and grace since the first day he laid eyes on her during a trigonometry lecture. He was ashamed that he had never noticed her before. That he’d gone four weeks suffering through the 8 AM lecture with rose-colored glasses that blinded his vision from a goddess walking amongst mere mortals.

Serenity.

She struggled in the class; he could tell. He noticed how her beautifully thick eyebrows became one as a new concept was introduced. The way her eraser had been worn thin in just forty-one minutes because of mistakes she’d only hoped nobody saw her make. How her bottom lip fell victim to strong teeth, subject to nips and bites he’d only expected to experience one day. 

CAMERON CADE…leaned over, the mintiness of his breath wafting beneath her nose,  “Cosecant is the reciprocal of cosin.” Her pencil stilled against the paper. The leaded tip of her baby blue mechanical pencil pecked the erasure marks left in its wake. Serenity turned toward him, with large, expressive eyes, soft and curious. 

His throat bobbed. The corner of her lips lifted, and the gloss on her full lips shimmered beneath deathly fluorescent lights. “Thank you…so much.” 

CAMERON CADE…caught her by surprise when he offered to help her study. The university’s star quarterback, the man other men envied and women would drop to their knees for, had offered to help her. 

“I don’t want to be a bother,” Serenity rambled. The tips of her baby blue nails scraped against the plastic of her white binder, filled with notes and doodles she’d drawn when hearing about reciprocals and the Pythagorean theorem, clogged her eardrums. “I know you’re busy.”

He tried to fight the smirk that pulled at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. He dropped his hands from the worn backpack's straps and shoved them in the pockets of his low-hanging sweats. He stepped toward her. “Nah, it’s cool. I’ve got an hour to give whenever you need it…or want it. Just let me know.” 

She smiled again. A grin this time. Showing the small gap between her teeth and the array of jewels across them. “Thank you, Cameron.” 

“Anytime.” 

CAMERON CADE…became her personal tutor. Once a week on Thursdays after her second class, she’d join him in the library, iced latte in hand and a beaming smile on her full lips. 

“Do you drink coffee?” She asked curiously. “Or do football players have insanely strict diets?” His light eyes fell to the black straw. Bent from her teeth pressing against the sides. Her gloss-coated lips wrapped around the tip, and she took a small sip. Cameron inhaled deeply. 

“Sometimes, not often,” he replied. “You always got something with you, though.” Serenity smiled bashfully and shrugged her backpack off her shoulder. 

“I eat, sleep, and breathe iced lattes.” She pulled her binder and baby blue pencil from her backpack. “Especially this toasted marshmallow one. Try it!” She tilted the cup his direction, straw mere inches away from his pink lips. 

His eyes scanned her. Drank her in like a crisp glass of water on a sweltering day in June. Each moment with her quenched a thirst he didn’t know could exist. She tilted the cup once more. He chuckled once.

So innocent.  So pure.  So trusting. 

CAMERON CADE…took the cup from her awaiting palm. His hands, much larger and rougher than she’d expected, covered hers in the transfer of a half-full cup of iced vanilla caffeine. He raised the cup to his lips. 

Slowly. Meticulously. 

Her breath stuttered like she’d run a half-marathon across hilly terrain in five-inch heels. He watched her watch him take a sip, lips placed right along the traces of her cherry lip gloss. She swallowed thickly. 

“Tastes good,” he complimented lowly. He angled it back to her, one arm crossed along the other. She leaned forward, eyes wide and expressive like she’d had an out-of-body experience she couldn’t explain, and sipped, the traces of him now mingled with her. “Yeah?”

Serenity sighed breathlessly. “Yeah…”

CAMERON CADE…wasn’t pleased to find out she had a boyfriend. If that’s what one could call him. The man—the boy—was an embarrassment. An embarrassment and taking up space in a position he clearly didn’t value or want to be in. 

Whatever he’d done had rattled the poor girl so much that she’d rewritten the same formula four times. Cameron, ever the gentleman, gently pulled the pencil from her hand and placed it on the lead-filled paper below her palm. “You wanna talk about it?” 

If he was honest with himself, he couldn’t have cared less to hear about that bastard she gawked about with misplaced pride. But, seeing her tear-brimmed eyes and soft pout, he offered the lending ear he only hoped she’d use more often. 

Serenity sighed heavily and dropped her head back in frustration, the slender slope of her collarbone on display. He traced the vein on the left side of her neck, just barely prominent but noticeable as her jaw clenched in frustration. “He forgot that today’s my birthday.” 

CAMERON CADE…blinked one, two, three times, and tsk’d to himself. One man’s trash was another’s treasure. He hated that it had to be true. 

So, like a true man of chivalry and honor, he asked to meet near the foundation in the center of campus later that evening—she agreed. It was an open space. Safe. Populated. 

She’d forgone the baby blue sweater, wide leg jeans that complemented her figure, and black boots, for dark leggings and an oversized hoodie. Confusion etched into her face like scripture as she approached him, who sat on a nearby bench with a baby blue bag beside him. 

“What’s this?” She asked curiously as she approached him. Cameron lifted his eyes and smiled kindly. The same smile that made her question if she truly needed his help with trigonometry or if she enjoyed his cologne wafting beneath her nose each time he leaned closer to explain a concept. 

“Figured the birthday girl needed a gift, right?” 

Serenity lowered herself beside him and welcomed the gift. “You didn’t have to.” Cameron shrugged. What one man wouldn’t do, another would. Simple. And it proved to be worth it when she gasped like a child who’d just seen snow for the first time. “Oh, it’s beautiful…”

She raised the small sculpture toward the setting sun—a Black ballerina in a baby blue leotard with the prettiest white tutu. A detail her boyfriend had forgotten, but Cameron remembered like it were something holy. Her bottom lip jutted out as tears gathered along her waterline. 

Then—she hugged him. Arms draped over his shoulders, cheek pressed against his like she’d known him forever. Cameron leaned into her, his hand cupping her back as she melted into him. “Thank you…so much. This means so much to me.” 

“It’s no problem,” he said once she pulled away. “Remembered you did ballet. Seemed fitting. Cheer up. Pretty girls shouldn’t cry on their birthday.” His knuckle caught a stray tear before it fell and streaked her matted makeup. 

Serenity smiled slightly. Sad and defeated. “No, we shouldn’t, but this girl is. You know he hasn’t said anything to me? I got up thinking, ‘Maybe it’s a joke!’ Maybe there’s a surprise I’m in for. Dumb and wrong.” 

What a shame. How an idiot clothed in stupidity and denial could have had the privilege of having such a beautiful, kind, and devastatingly intelligent woman on his arm. 

Not for long. 

Cameron smiled with a faux sadness that would move only the most gullible and naive. “Some people just don’t realize what they have, but aye, there’s still…six hours ’til midnight. You got six hours ’til it’s not your birthday. Whatchu wanna do?” 

Serenity paused for a moment. Then, she wiped the stray tears from her eyes and lit up like a matchstick. “Well—“ she hesitated for a moment. Lips parted with a thin line of saliva between them as she gathered herself. 

 Cameron’s eyebrows raised, an invitation for her to reveal what had been floating through that pretty head of hers. “I suck at bowling. But it’s fun, and I want to go. There’s a place not too far from here. Would you like to go?” 

He tried to keep his composure. To not allow the smug smile that fought to appear. So, like the gentleman he was, because who was he to deny the lady what she wanted? A fool. And he was nobody’s fool. 

“Absolutely.” 

CAMERON CADE…chuckled when he saw the ball lean toward the gutter for the umpteenth time that evening. Serenity grumbled as she watched the ball travel down the dark hole. She frowned. “I give up!”

“Let’s not get too hasty.” Her ball—baby pink, which she grumbled about until he reminded her of the size—brushed against his awaiting palm. He handed it to her. “Stand like you’re about to bowl.”

Her feet scuffed against the polished floor as she stood mere inches behind the do-not-cross line. Her fingers tapped against the ball patiently. Cameron stood behind her. Close enough to smell the vanilla perfume on her jacket, but far enough to keep the dwindling boundary in place. 

He leaned toward her ear. “Can I touch you?” 

Consent.  Permission. Confirmation. 

Serenity nodded. “Y-yeah.” 

Her stance was firm. Knees locked and toes pointed toward the dingy white cones that taunted her each time she stepped forward. “You’re stiff—loosen up. Keep your hips forward.” His warm hands cupped her waist gently, turning her body a few degrees to the left. 

He heard it then. The soft sound that she didn’t want to let out. It was quiet, barely louder than a mouse’s squeak, and it was music to ears that had been tuned to her symphony. Her shoulders relaxed, and she leaned against his chest. “Like this?” 

Cameron swallowed, “Just like that. Let your eyes follow your arm. Bring it straight back, and stay locked in. Now try.” 

She didn’t move for a moment. Her eyes migrated over her shoulder and landed on his with a reverence and curiosity that made his knees weak and his mind spin. He smiled slightly and nodded toward the polished runway. 

Serenity returned his smile and faced the pins head-on. One, two, three paces and a solid swing later, ten pins crashed together and sputtered in the air. She gasped and turned to face him. “I did it, oh my gosh!” Before he could blink, her chest was pressed against his, and her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders tightly. 

Something shifted. 

CAMERON CADE…stood outside her apartment door, hands shoved deeply in the pockets of his sweatpants as he watched her fumble with her key. 

She was excited. She’d rambled the entire fifteen-minute car ride back to her apartment, but he didn’t mind it. It was a glimpse into an eternity of early morning chatter and late-night ramblings—how could he not enjoy it?

“Thanks again, Cam,” she sighed dreamily as she cracked the door of her apartment over. Cam. Not Cameron. Cam. “I, um…I was thinking about catching up on a few episodes of a new show I’ve been watching. Maybe order a pizza? You can…” 

His eyebrows lifted.

Consent. Permission. 

She cleared her throat, her eyes darting away from his nervously, “You can join if you want. Or not. I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do or people to see. Gosh, I—“

Confirmation. 

Cameron smiled. Whoever he had to thank for turning the hands of time in his favor, he would do so with glee and reverence. His head bobbed twice. “For sure. What the birthday girl wants, she gets, right?”

CAMERON CADE…kept a respectable distance between himself and Serenity. Not because he wanted to, no, because he needed her to feel safe. 

Safe enough to come running into his arms when mishaps like this occurred—when a boyfriend unworthy of possessing the heart of a deity walking, fumbled like a failed pass. He would always be there. He wanted to be there. Whenever she needed him, however she needed him. 

He was hers. 

Three episodes of The Morning Show had passed by the time her head had fallen against his shoulder. She smelled nice, like fresh peonies that bloomed at the break of spring. Her curls tickled the base of his nose, but he didn’t mind it. 

He wondered how often she washed her hair. Based on the minimal frizz, he guessed once a week. Her hair always smelled like fresh linen and strawberries on a warm day. He’d give anything to run his fingers across her scalp and listen to her purr. 

Cameron shifted, and he regretted it. Slowly, she raised her head from his shoulder and rubbed her heavy eyelid with the stump of her hand. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I think that’s my sign to call it a night. Thank you for spending my birthday with me, Cam. I appreciate you.” 

I. Appreciate.  You. 

I as in Serenity. You, as in Cameron. She, Serenity, appreciated him, Cameron. For doing what that wimp of a boyfriend should have done without question. Without hesitation. Hmph. That would be too bad—to have his woman swept from underneath him like a rug. 

How pitiful.

Cameron smiled—that charming smile that solidified him as the good guy. The one she could trust and count on. The smile that had her lashes fanning over her cheeks as her eyes dropped to his lips. 

Oh?

“Thanks for letting me spend it with you,” he said cooly, allowing his hand to brush against her kneecap. Not lingering for too long. Not too high up the leg. Appropriate. Acceptable. Enough for whatever ounce of control she thought she had to fly out the window with her dignity. 

Serenity sighed and glanced at his hand. It’d retracted and rested on the blanket they shared. Acted as a barrier between two lonely islands. She didn’t want to be on a lonely island. Her brown eyes bounced between his stormy duo, dropped toward his lips again, and returned to his irises once more. 

He followed every movement. 

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” He asked, much less curious, and more interested in the revelation that simmered deep within her bones, and fought to rise to the surface. 

She wanted him—he could tell. Her soft gaze and gentle touches implied more than she thought. I want you, they said loudly and clearly, like someone shouting from the top of the Empire State Building for all to hear, to witness. 

Her lips parted slowly. 

Just say it…please, baby, for me.

“Kiss me.”

The prize for not being weary in well-doing. 

His mouth covered hers before she could register it. A moan dropped from her lips and ascended toward his ears like a melody—low and controlled, but disruptive to the self-control and devotion he prided himself on. 

He felt her left hand grip the blanket that rested between them. She slid beneath the cotton and onto his lap as she’d belonged there—a queen settled on her throne. Her fingers, clad with gold jewelry, slid down his chest and clutched the soft fabric of his shirt. His abdomen flexed beneath her touch, and he groaned deeply. 

If these were the benefits of availability and patience, why would no other man walk in such a way? 

CAMERON CADE… was pleased when she revealed she'd broken up with her boyfriend. Grinned from ear to ear like he'd won something big. 

He did. 

He’d won unadulterated access to pursue her with no roadblock in the way. And when she leaned forward and said against his lips, 'Cameron Cade, you are the best man I've known in a while,' he knew he had her. 

Right where he guided her. 

-

It was never an issue to you that dominic comes home late from his gig, as long as you get to stay with him the whole day.

Usually everytime dominic comes home from a very sweaty night the first thing he will do is step inside the bathroom and shower, you made it clear for him that you don't like outside clothes and sweaty skin in the bed. That's understandable and that's the very first reason why he make an effort on doing your wishes instead of making you upset.

Well everything is different tonight some of his assistant keeps on pissing him off, the fans they are overstimulating him, he wants to stop singing mid way just to piss their night off.

On the way home his manager is bugging him saying it's obvious on how bitchy he is earlier while performing how he should fix his attitude, Everyone that would look past him while driving will know how much he wanna scream and curse everyone out.

On your shared home he sees you sleeping so gracefully how every breath you take looks elegant, he just want to ruin you and take his anger out on you.

That's how everything escalated from him stealing a little kisses on your neck to him pulling up your sleep wear pulling your panties to the side as his tip carelessly rubbing through your folds.

You are taking your consciousness as he slowly entering inside of you with the help of your wetness that has been damping your underwear.

"It's just me baby, Oh shit.. I'm sorry if i wake you up this late.." Dominic explains through out his groans as a moan liberated out of your mouth one last thrust before your cunt swallow his whole length.

"You look so beautiful huh?" Him talking you through it waiting for your body to settle and calm on his length, "Can i move now?" He asked before earning a nod from you.

Dominic starts moving in a gently slow pace massaging both of your breasts leaving out a kisses between it was all calm sweet it was a very loving kind of touches. Until all the memories from earlier came back damping into him like a bucket full of ice.

With that he starts thrusting into you in a lot more faster pace very far away from his pace earlier, which makes your boobs move same as the lace of your sleep wear is moving down from your shoulders to your arms as you stretched it out to hold on dominic's arms.

"You must be waiting for me for too long, don't worry baby I'll ditch them tomorrow.." He reassured you stopping mid way to pull both of your legs to hang on his arms before completely slamming into you making a tears of pleasure come out of your eyes as you squint completely wetting your lashes.

"You look so good baby, my cry baby." he remarked as you are starting to hear the bed bang into the wall even though there's already a pillow separating both of them, it's not like you care about the neighbors. Both of you live in a very romantic place and both of you know damn well they did the same thing you guys are doing right now every night so all of you call it quits.

"I'm gonna cum dom.." You muttered through out the moans as your nails is starting to grip on his biceps, "Cum for me baby, I'll hold mine i want you to cum for me twice before i do." he remarked leaving out a smile before attacking out your neck removing his other arm from your leg to rub down your clit as his thrust grew more harder as you release on him.

You didn't hear what he said as you yelp out in confusion when he hang both of your legs into his shoulder and thrusting up into you again holding your waist in place as you cried out in pleasure completely wetting your cheeks.

He raised his head up out of pleasure before seeing your reflection in the mirror that is placed in the ceiling, "You're glowing, look at you from the top don't you look majestic.." he said placing a hand on your cheeks after he gently let go of your legs making you look to your reflection.

It was a short chitchat about him looking down on you and praising you before he lift your waist up again and pound of you like there's no tomorrow, it was not the best position for you making you cover your face out of embarrassment muting out your moans.

"Come on pretty girl don't cover your face, unless you want me to tie your hands up your head.." Dominic warned with a chuckle before sucking up your neck that would leave a bruise as his necklace that has your initial on it is tickling down your breast the same rhythm as his thrust making you unable to talk from the moans washing your thoughts out.

With that dominic adjusted his legs to more comfortable before pouncing into you again finishing both of you undone, "Oh fuck, just put a baby into you love.." he murmured rubbing out your stomach as you are catching your breath, "You will make such a good mom baby.."

"Dom, i missed you.." You weakly said as he snakely hugged you lifting you to sit up with him still sitting on his dick as he coop his face on your neck. "I do too baby, schedule has been fucking me up. I just want to end this and make a family with you.." he rambled which every noise is buzzing down to vibrate on your skin as you gently caress his scalp.

obx!au!elliot only visits outer banks during the summer. his father was born and raised in the cut, so when school is out, he lived with him until he got shipped back to east highland for the fall.

obx!au!elliot loves to skateboard, courtesy of his california native roots. it was hard to adjust to the adversities that north carolina had to offer, but somehow skateboarding and taking in the beautiful atmosphere of the OBX was worth it.

pogue!reader first laid her eyes on elliot during a warm afternoon in late may. summer had just begun and you were routinely fucking around with your friends when they noticed the 'new boy' skating around the city. it was john b's idea to introduce yourselves to him and you've been captivated by him ever since.

obx!au!elliot was relieved when the pogues took him underneath their wing. he was fully expecting to spend the summer in his own antisocial bubble like he was used to, but meeting the pogues made him believe that this summer might be more exciting than he had imagined. especially when he saw you.

obx!au!elliot took a likeness to your beauty, but your bubbly, and carefree personality was what reeled him in completely. the more he hung out with the pogues, the closer he got to you.

obx!au!elliot would convince you to sneak out of your mom's house at two a.m. to teach you how to skatebord. after almost five hours of practice you still couldn't, but he thought it was cute watching you try.

pogue!reader would show elliot all of her favorite secret spots in the cut. one in particular being an amazing waterfall hidden in the woods that was riddled with extravagant greenery and a lake.