Tap Out
Cameron Cade x F!reader (established relationship)
Synopsis: based on this lovely request ;)
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: soft!dom Cameron Cade, smut, dirty talk, after care, fluff, teasing, edging undertones, anvil (getting a littleee bit contortionist with this position lol), proofread once
WC: 3k
A/N: the next post (Telemachus) will be posted this week and in conclusion brand new day was amazing, will be rewatching, and i am veryy tempted to write something about Peter Parker now🤭
“You’re sure…?”
“Yeah, I’m sure”. Cameron raised a brow in amusement, challenging, “what, you don’t think I can last?”
“I never said that!” You laughed, declaring, “I just don’t think you’ll be able to abstain for that long!” Your eyes scanned his features, a familiar tingle sparking in your stomach as your mind drifted. “You know how you get Cam…”
He mirrored your expression, cracking a smile when the words left your mouth. “We’ve been apart for a couple weeks before, I can hold out”.
“For one month though…?!” Laughter bubbled out of you. “Should I remind you of the calls that took place during those two weeks?” He hid his face, chuckling against your skin. Plenty of orgasms occurred between you two even at a distance so you found everything about this sudden urge to partake amusing. “Take one look at what you’re doing right now, and you’d understand why I find it hard to believe you’ll last!” Your gaze was fixed on his head resting on your stomach. He kept his arms circled around your thighs to massage them, occasionally pulling them close enough to skim his lips across your skin.
Cameron squeezed your thighs, planting the bait so he wouldn’t be doing it alone. “You’re saying all of this like you’d be able to last longer…”
“I see what you’re doing, you’re not slick Cam…”. You couldn’t suppress the smile coming on, already having it in mind that you could. “However, I’ll accept that bet. And be vindicated, so what’s at stake when you lose hm?”
“If I lose, I’ll take you a three-day shopping spree. When you lose, you must give me a full body massage three days in a row.
You laughed, responding, “I’ll start making my list of places right now then if that’s the case”.
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Week one had initially gone by smoothly until nightfall came on day four. As soon as the lights went off, you scooted back against Cameron, brushing him through his underwear in the process. He promptly opened his eyes, zoning in on your figure nestled next to him. Giving your hip a squeeze, he sucked in a harsh breath, trying to ignore the flare of pleasure that hit his stomach. “That’s how we’re playing it…?”
You hum in response, feigning innocence at his words. “Playing what…? I’m trying to get comfortable Cam”. Attempting to hide the amusement within your tone, you cracked a knowing smile. Even without seeing him, it was easy to guess what his face had looked like.
Cameron remained quiet in response, now fully engaged in reciprocating the energy. After a short moment of thought, he slipped his arm underneath your camisole to cup your breast, pressing you as close as possible. Breath hitching once you felt his hand graze your skin, you repositioned yours, laying it on top of his.
You heard the smugness in his voice as he uttered, “just getting comfortable”.
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Over the course of the second week, you had developed a strategy to quell the growing desire simmering in your stomach as the days passed. The only issue with said strategy was the fact that Cameron made sure it was impossible to adhere to. Trying to avoid getting too physically close and comfortable with him proved to be difficult since he decided to hover around you during any opportunity. You thought you could handle it but that was your first mistake. The effect his presence alone had on your body came with the glaring realization there was a high possibility of you caving first. Something shifted during one of his game days.
Immediately settling in and taking your shoes off, after returning home, you persisted, “let me see it”. At some point throughout the game, Cameron’s wrist took a harsh hit. He swiftly continued playing, disregarding the pain until it became noticeable that he was intentionally avoiding moving it too much when you were alone.
“I told you I’m fine”.
“And I told you to let me see it, so come here”.
He grinned hearing your tone, reluctantly walking over to the kitchen island. You parted your legs, leaving enough space for him to step in between as you grasped his forearm. Easing your touch along the skin, you peered up to study his expression. Gently pressing against the area now, he shifted his hand, grimacing when a twinge of pain spread through his wrist. Drawing your gaze down, the swelling was apparent. Brows furrowing at the sight, you soothingly rubbed above the tender area, mumbling, “I think you need to get that looked at”.
Shaking his head, Cameron prepared to protest but you gripped his other arm, running your nails up and down. “Cam…”
“I just need to sleep on it, baby, I’m fine”.
Curing your legs around his waist, you coaxed, “I’ll go with you”. Placing a hand on his abdomen, your eyes softened as you spotted a smile ghosting his lips. He knew what you were trying to do but he also knew your resolve was just as weak when it came to him. Leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek, Cameron smoothed his hands along the side of your thighs. A small wave of pleasure rolled through you when he trailed his lips past your jaw to reach your neck. Tipping your head to the side for better access, he took his time leaving pecks across your skin. You clutched his shirt, heart racing while he nipped and sucked the sensitive spot under your ear.
Pulling back to peer at you, his eyes dropped to your mouth. You placed a faint kiss on his lips, waiting to see how he responded. Cameron reconnected your lips with fervor, steadily inching his hands up your thighs. After a moment, you parted, sensually tugging on his bottom lip before resuming. He twitched underneath the fabric of his pants, deepening the kiss until you needed air. Despite feeling lightheaded with desire, you remained focus on the task at hand. Now cupping his jaw, you peppered slow deliberate pecks across his cheek, keeping him on edge. In the process of doing so, you murmured, “you’re going to go get that checked out tomorrow, right…?”
Every single nerve in his body was triggered from just being close to you. His mind was hazy too, wrapped around the sensation of your touch. Nodding absentmindedly, he quickly voiced, “I will for you”.
You smiled against his skin, parting to get a clear look at his face. Trailing your hand over to rest on his cheek, you pressed one more lingering kiss on his lips, uttering, “thank you”. Swiftly pushing at his chest, you unraveled your legs, hopping off the stool when there was enough space to do so. Having completely forgotten there was a bet established, Cameron’s reaction was delayed. He looked down then turned his attention towards your direction as you sauntered off. Shaking his head in disbelief, he chuckled, walking off to take a cold shower.
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It turned out that Cameron did have a sprain. Nothing severe but he would need to remain in a brace for the next couple weeks. Despite the ailment, he took full advantage of it. That same evening, just before showering, the idea to do so came to his mind while he was gauging the best way to get you to crack. Catching your attention, he lifted his shirt over his head. Extending his arm in your direction, he questioned, “Can you help me with this?”
Although the brace was on his dominant arm, both of you were aware he could easily still take it off himself. Amused by his tactic, you entertained him, stepping over to help. Now standing in front of him undoing the straps, you felt his stare. “You feel like helping me in the shower too…?” Upon hearing his words, you met his gaze.
Trying your best to hold in your laughter, you quip, “You’re serious?!”
Cameron nods, “I’m dead serious, I can’t use my wrist!”, following up his response with a playful grin.
You took a second, contemplating the risk before quickly finalizing your plan. Wordlessly grasping his hand, you began walking to the bathroom. The small smile spreading on your face was out of his line of sight. After stepping into the room, you dimmed the lights, tugging at his drawstrings to pull him closer. He was fixated on watching as you shuffled his sweatpants down. A wave of need hit your core like a brick when his length came into view. Once he moved them aside, you started removing your own clothes, feeling his eyes on you. Glancing down his body to see him twitch, you teased, “Shouldn’t you be starting the shower…?”
Snapped out of his head at the sound of your voice, Cameron proceeded to run the water, looking back at you with a smile. You joined him, feeling the warm droplets pelt onto your skin. Starting at his shoulders, you lathered a good amount of soap, watching it gradually descend down his chest. The rest of the shower consisted of you two quietly admiring each other’s body, enjoying the closeness. There was a rising tension woven into the air of steam. It projected through your gazes anytime you made eye contact. When he insisted on returning the gesture, he prompted you to turn around, circling his arm around your midsection.
Pressed flush against his body now, he utilized his other hand, bringing the wash material to your neck. He took his time rubbing it along your skin, entranced as the soap bubbles rolled over the crest of your breasts. Cautious of his wrist, you gently grasped his arm, resting your head on his chest. Eyes fluttering shut, you were hyper focused on every swipe. His dick followed the curve of your lower back, aching while his stare continued dropping over your features. You found yourself clenching your thighs for some relief.
As the minutes passed, Cameron was on the verge of breaking. He had asked you to turn around again so he could do the same to your backside. Through that single action, he was consumed by the prolonged eye contact. The water naturally webbed between your lashes, trickling down your cheeks before stopping past your lips. Feeling heat spread up your neck under his intense gaze, you averted your eyes, attempting to soothe the sensation swelling in your core. When he reached your ass, he took an extended amount of time just massaging your flesh. Once he was finished, you wasted no time stepping out of the shower to put distance between you two. You didn’t expect to be so affected by the lack of sex, but your body was not accustomed to the absence.
Cameron was still in the same headspace trailing right behind you. He wasn’t sure why you bothered wrapping a towel around you knowing it was about to be taken off. Though he had done the same, it wasn’t doing a good job at covering anything. You absentmindedly grabbed his brace, moving to place it back on. Your focus of vision drifted to his v line, lingering on the dip. Hearing him voice, “I appreciate your help baby”, warmth fluttered in your chest.
Lifting your head to peer at him, you smiled, “I know you do”. Out of reflex, Cameron’s eyes fell to your lips. You stepped close enough to give him a light kiss before turning your attention back to seal the last strap. As soon as you did, he wrapped his arm around your hips, pulling you against him and leaning in to lengthen the moment. Caught off guard, you moaned, planting both hands on his chest for balance. You then grasped his bicep, circling your other hand around his neck. He swiftly tugged your towel down, scooping you up off the carpet so you could wrap your legs at his waist. A breeze of air hit your thighs when he opened his towel, throwing it off to the side. Mumbling against his mouth, “w-wait, Cam—”, you attempted to remind him of the bet.
“No more”, he muttered in between kisses trailing down your neck. “I need you”. Cameron placed you on the bed, anchoring your calves on each of his shoulders. Slotting himself in position to keep your knees bent towards your breast, he rested his forearms beside you, framing your face. A knowing tremor ran through you as his dick slid along your folds, spreading your arousal. You gripped his biceps, growing impatient the longer he took his time teasing.
He connected your lips, shifting to align with your entrance before inching his way inside. Clinging onto his back, you parted, whimpering, “w-wait, fuck”. The pressure combined with the pang of pleasure made your head spin. Cameron was halfway in, pausing for you to adjust. On top of the desire that had been sitting in your stomach with nowhere to go, you felt everything from this position. Each vein, every movement, and the notable curve causing him to press on your g spot with ease.
“Too much?” Despite hearing the strain in his voice, his eyes were glazed with concern.
The ache in your core flaring from his gaze alone, you nod. Voicing, “I want it just like this”, your nails gently raked along his skin. “Keep going”.
That was all Cameron needed to bottom out. He found your lips again, savoring the feeling before he completely succumbed. Taking one last temperature check, he questioned, “how many taps?”
You released an airy laugh, responding, “three”. The system you two had developed early on also accounted for physical cues if words weren’t possible. Lips curling into a smile, Cameron placed another kiss on you before withdrawing to the tip. Plunging back inside in one slow motion, he groaned. Repeating the action, his hips started rocking back and forth as he set a steady pace. Seeing you look so hazed this early in only fueled the sensation developing or racking in his stomach. He tipped his head down to leave a peck on each of your knees, keeping his gaze focused on you while he did.
From this angle, his abdomen brushed against your navel every time he sunk back in. “Cam—”. Unable to suppress the extent of your arousal, your moans rippled out in sync with his hips. Breath hitching, “f-fuck” rolled past your lips in a whisper while you glanced down to watch his abs contract. By the time you met his hooded eyes again, another wave trickled through your body.
Rasping out, “you hear that baby?”, Cameron placed emphasis on the wet squelching resonating through the bedroom. “I missed that sound”. He remained thrusting at a steady pace, coaxing you closer to the edge as he began releasing low groans. Your legs were starting to ache and tense right along with your core, but you welcomed the stretch. Being suspended by his body was something you had been craving all month.
You wedged your hand in between your bodies, running it over his chest before grasping his jaw, mewling, “miss feeling you cum”. He twitched again, leaning down to connect your lips. As soon as he did, you moaned, eyes fluttering shut. The slight shift in angle causing him to curve against your g spot now, your legs trembled uncontrollably. Tapping his back once, you gasped, clenching down hard in response. Your grip on his jaw loosened, falling to his abdomen. Pleading out desperately, “Don’t stop baby, r-right there, please—”.
Caught off guard by your orgasm creeping up quickly, you tapped him again, clawing at his back to keep him in place. “This exactly what you need, hm? Been struggling without it? Attempting to nod, you bit your bottom lip, brows furrowing from the sound of his voice. “Answer me baby”, he said leaning close to your ear, “tell me the truth”.
Your body responded first, desperately pulsing around his dick with every sentence. “y-yes, so bad”. Following with a shaky moan, your eyes threatened to roll back. Each of his breathy pants that tumbled out drew you close, making your knees buckle beside him.
Vision blurring before your eyes snapped shut, your head tipped back into the mattress. A shrill moan spilled out as the knot in your stomach unfolded in one go, trekking through your body in waves. Thrusts faltering now, Cameron buried his face in your neck, grunting while your thighs tried to shut. Abdomen flexing involuntarily under your palm, his words caught in his throat. “F-fuck, I’m cu—”, on cue, his dick swelled, throbbing violently as spurts of cum shot out.
It took several moments for both of you to come down. Your spasms lasted longer, triggered with his own climax filling you up. Body feeling spent and sore now, your head felt spacey. Cameron pulled back to scan your face, gently lifting his body to caress your legs before placing them at rest on the bed. You whimpered at his movements, slowly blinking your eyes open to watch him withdraw. Immediately zoning in on the faint wetness on your cheeks, concern washed over his face. He swiped it away with his thumb, questioning, “did I hurt you?”
It hadn’t registered that a few tears must’ve welled from the intensity of your orgasm until his action. “No, I’m ok”, you said with a soft smile. Upon seeing his face remain the same, you reached out for him. “You didn’t baby, I promise, I feel good”. Using any amount of strength, you had to wrap your legs around his hips, you mumbled, “come here”.
He listened, gravitating toward your lips to press a lingering kiss on them. Giving your thigh a squeeze, he murmured, “I’ll be right back”. Your eyes followed as he left only to return shortly with some water and a damp rag to clean you. After doing so, he started massaging your legs.
Fondly watching him focus on the task at hand, you voiced, “so… when should I prepare to go on this shopping spree?” He chuckled, turning his gaze toward you.
“We can go whenever you want; just give me the days you have in mind”.
Smiling wide, you replied, “ok! And I’ll still give you those massages. Not three days in a row but you’ll get them”.
He nodded, “I’ll take it”, ending with a small laugh.
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