(Sweet Treat) PT.2
Cam X F!Reader
Summary: you are a bit nervous to try something new. Betty and BenHwa have the perfect suggestion and it’s just as filthy and Cam couldn’t be more excited to try it.
Warnings: sex, food play, sub/dom dynamics, sexual tension, cursing, 18+
You Have Been Warned
It had been a couple days since you last talked to Cam. Obviously both too nervous and worried he wouldn’t like the idea.
For now it was just thinking of the right way to ask. So, there you sat in the kitchen, dateviators to the side and enjoying a nice freshley brewed cappuccino, courtesy of Kopi. She was such a great barista and a godsend.
As you empty the cup of the fine liquid, your eyes trail over to the trash can tucked neatly between the bar and the kitchen sink. A sigh escapes you and you set the cup aside to reach for your glasses.
You weren’t really sure what Cam would say, but if he hated the idea of it he would be honest about it. As you slip on the glasses and turn to look at the can, Cam immediately pops into existence before your eyes. “There you are pretty girl.” He coos at you, making your cheeks flush a bright pink. He takes a seat on the table to which Abel made a quiet grunt of displeasure, but he stayed outta sight. “You haven’t been around in a couple days.” Cam fiddles with the string of his baggy shirt and you frown.
“Sorry, Cam.. I’m not mad or anything. I just was thinking about something, was all.” You fidget with the hem of your shirt, and shift in your seat. He notices.
“Shit.” His face scrunches, “You don’t wanna see me anymore?” His shoulders slump as he looks down at you.
Oh poor baby. You gasped, “No! No! It was just this silly little idea I had!” You reached to snatch his hand, rubbing your thumb over his palm to relax him. It was a simple gesture, one you knew he adored.
Cam had really become fond of being touched. It is what helped you break down those barriers months ago. He was ashamed that people barely wanted to touch him, but not you. Not his pretty girl.
The corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk, “Then what’s got you so worked up?” His hand reached up to brush gently against your cheek. His touches lit a fire inside you, wanting to be brave, but the butterflies wouldn’t stop. He made tou a mess every time and just by touching you.
He knows it too.
“Well… uhmm I had this idea.” You start, eyes trailing up, drinking in his features before locking eyes with him. “For us to try.”
“Try?” He chuckles.
“Yeah uhmm… it’s something new I read about.” You again shift in your seat. The way Cam looked down at you was almost predatory, but it was so hot. He just had this sexual aura about him that both aroused and relaxed you in unexplainable way.
The confidence that dripped from every word spoken, of which you felt you lack, Cam made up for. “Oh, is this one of the sex magazines you and the gals stay up reading?”
“Y-Yes.” You answer quickly, swallowing the lump in your throat. Cheeks flushing the brightest you ever felt, the warmth pooling down your neck and shoulders. The glasses start to slip down the bridge of your nose. His fingers that rested on your cheek now reaching over to tilt the glasses back up for you. Another surge of warmth began to pool down in your belly and abdomen.
Then an urge to press your thighs together is imminent. Needing something to ease the ache between your legs.
He eyes flick down to your lap and he smirks.“Aww, cute.” Cam chuckles, sickeningly sweet, as his fingertips drop down your nose, ghosting over your skin until his thumb rested at your lips. He swipes his thumb over the top then your bottom lip. “Gunna tell me what it is, sweet thing? Or do I got your tongue?” Your breath hitches, warm against the pads of his thumb, as your lips slightly part as shaky whine escapes.
You hadn’t meant to look so desperate, but damn he was really working you. “I-I.. I went to the store and bought some stuff. I-It’s in the fridge. Secret drawer.” Cam smiles, and in an instant is off of you and running to the fridge.
You turn to watch, as he flings open the door. As the icy breeze seeps from the fridge, you are thankful. Cam had worked you up pretty quick and wanted to really show him a good time and that couldn’t happen if you were already a mess at just a few touches.
Though it was hard to resist. Cam yanks the drawer open to find a black bag tied closed with a note on it.
A delfightful little treat, something just as dirty as you.
Love (Y/N)~
He lifted the bag out of the fridge and shut the door with his elbow. “What’s in here?” Those brown eyes so filled with curiosity. And you kmow what they said about the cat.
Feeling more bold, you closed the distance between you both and wrapped on arm around his shoulder, the other hand snaking over his and taking the bag from him. “I will show you, but you have to promise to be a, good boy.”
Cam’s breath hitches as he stares down into your eyes. “Yeah-I-I can do that.” He nodded quickly. Oh how cute he looked like this. Submissive. You knew that wouldn’t last long once he saw what was in the bag.
“Meet me upstairs in, 5. I need to get ready.” You unhook your arm from his shoulders and sashay away and upstairs, leaving him just as excited and eager to get that party started.
You hurriedly placed the bag on the end table, muttering a quick apology to Able—Who quickly excused himself from the room. You couldn’t thank the objects enough for their discretion and privacy. BenHwa and Betty had decided to find company elsewhere, perhaps they would visit The Breaker Box, it would be a lovely night for a drink or two.
You went to removing your garments such as the light sweater and pants you’d been sporting. Leaving it down to just the matching set, a red bra and panties. The room had been a little cooler, courtesy of Hector, whom also promised to stay in the attic with Parker and Chance for a night of fun games.
You hurriedly placed the clothes in the closet, giving the hangers a quick glance, before sliding the door shut. Almost swearing there was a faint collective ‘aww’ sounding from within. Damn Hanks.
You straightened up your hair and combing the strays out of your face. You then scurried over to the bed, un-bagging the whip cream and other goodies. With a final look over the room, you climb onto the bed and settle in the center. Almost instantly after finding a comfortable position there was a soft rapping at the door.
“Come in.” You cooed sweetly, voice sultry and sweet. Thanks to Dorian no one would be barging in after. Cam pushed past the door searching the room until his eyes landed on you. He smirked, eyeing you up and down.
“Oh baby.” He breathes, shutting the door behind him. “All this for me?” He was ecastic. Then his eyes found the small goodies on the end table. One bottle of whip cream, a bottle of lube (flavored), another bottle, but this one contained chocolate sauce.
“Well, Cam. You gonna make some dessert or what?” You ask shifting on the bed.
Cam chuckles, “Oh you fucking bet, baby. This is a real treat.” He practically runs to grab the whip cream and chocolate.
“You ready?” You nod and he climbs on the bed, flipping the lid off and shaking the bottle as his legs trapped your own beneath him. His right hand came down by your hip gently grasping to help balance his weight. He slowly painted a couple of dollops on your stomach.
The coolness of the dessert sent a shiver down your spine, a wave of goosebumps across your arms and legs. He locks eyes with you as he bends down to lick off the first of the cream from your skin, slowly dragging his tongue up to the next one. Leaving a kiss here and there, electing small moan from your lips.
He hums against your skin, stopping to chuckle. “You are so beautiful like this, dressed up like a filthy little snack.” He snakes his left hand up your side, making you squirm beneath him. Cam grinds his hips down against you, putting an end to the squirming. A soft gasp left you and he chuckles. “Shh, shh, pretty girl. Let me take care of you.”
His fingers find the front clasp and releases your chest from the confines of the lace fabric. He lets out a silent ‘fuck’, before he takes up the can of cream and deliberately sprays some over each breast, slowly circling each nipple with the tip of the bottle. Before emptying the rest of the can.
“Mm, that is to bad… guess I will just have to take my time with these.” He was definitely a boob man. For sure. He tosses the can aside and drops his head down, placing a kiss just between the swell of your left breast. You whine, “C-Cam..”
“Hush, let Daddy take his time.” Oh-Oh my. He had never said anything like that before.
He kisses trail down to where he really wanted, lapping at the whipped cream, before taking the nipple between his lips. You gasp, back slightly arching into him, his hands grip your hips and press you down into the bed. He looks up at you through those soft lashes and chuckles against your skin. He removed his lips attached to your nipple to speak, “Oh there’s plenty of time for that, sweetheart. We have all night.” His thumb draws circles on your hip, as he performs the same action on your right breast.
You struggle not to grind your own hips against his, where he so desperately needed. Of course he always had to be in control in these moments. When he was finished with your chest he sighed, “Thank you, for all this pretty girl.” He eyes the items left on the table. “But I won’t have the will power to use them and take my time. I want to make a mess of you.”
