CONTENT WARNING - daddy kink, toy, dom/sub, slight throat fucking, 69, orgasm denial, ice play, squirting, overstimulation.
To say that Shawn was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck Camila wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that she could be caught at any moment. It had surprised her at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn't struck her as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did.
He could leave her a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than she could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get her off quicker than she could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.
Shawn knew what he wanted, and he was more confident in bed than he was in normal life, and it turned Camila on to no end. So when she woke up one morning to a small package with a note waiting at the end of her bed, her body was buzzing with excitement just to see what he had planned for her.
She opened the box, a pair of black lace panties folded neatly inside, she was intrigued. The note was written in his messy scrawl, a single sentence that didn't give her any hints to what was yet to come.
"Wear these today with that skirt I love."
Camila shrugged, padding off to the bathroom to take a shower. When she got dressed she tugged the panties on, noticing there was something hidden in the lining that was pressed against her core. She didn't spend much time wondering, glancing at the clock and realizing she needed to hurry, tugging her skirt up over them.
She finished dressing, doing her hair and makeup, before grabbing her bag and heading out to her car.
The morning was uneventful, Shawn meeting her at her locker and kissing her softly, his hand resting on her hip. "Did you get my gift?" He asked in her ear.
She nodded. "Yes, but what-"
He shushed her. "Don't worry. Let's get to Econ before Coach has a cow."
She nodded, lacing her fingers with his and letting him lead her down the hall, her hands falling away from each other when she entered the classroom and took her seat. It was halfway through the class when she realized what he was up to.
It was subtle at first, a slight pulsing shock that shot straight to her clit. She jerked in her seat, looking around wildly and noticing that no one else had felt or noticed it. She went back to her notes, copying them from the board, when it happened again.
It was more intense this time and Camila bit back a moan, things suddenly clicking into place. She looked over at Shawn, frowning at the smirk on his lips, his one hand in his pocket. He glanced over at her and raised his eyebrows, the vibration intensifying slightly.
"Shawn!" Camila hissed, crossing your legs.
He smiled innocently, removing his hand from his pocket and showing her a tiny remote. He pressed the button again, and she gripped the desk, her hips grinding down against the little vibrator in the front of her panties, biting her lip. Fuck, it felt so good.
She was sweating, trying to go back to her work as he kept his finger held down on the button, the consistent feeling shooting desire through her veins. She wanted to rip off her shirt, she was so hot, her nipples were hardening just thinking about how much she wanted to cum right there.
Shawn must have read her mind because he shook his head at her, telling her not to. He liked to be in control, and she knew she should obey if she didn't want him to punish her later, but this wasn't fair.
