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Summary: Cockwarming Erik while he's playing video games as punishment for being a brat

Warning: NSFW, Cockwarming, Unprotected P in V, Praise kink

“Kikiiii” You whined, nudging your boyfriend with your foot “C’monnnn”

“I told you five minutes.” He muttered without even looking at you.

“That was an hour ago!” You groaned in annoyance, “Erik, I’m so fucking bored.”

“I’m about to beat my high score, Sweets,” he sighed, still unable to tear his eyes away from the TV. “Just a minute.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, pouting like a child.

It was more than ‘just a minute’.

Of course it was.

Every once in a while, Erik got a new game and was essentially glued to the TV for a week straight, giving you one-word answers and just generally not paying attention to you.

You hated it.

You’d been aching for his touch, and he’d promised you a date night after coming to bed in the early hours of the morning every night all week, long after you’d retired for the night.

It was starting to piss you off.

An idea popped into your head, and you smirked to yourself, moving painfully slowly as you inched your way closer to him.

You trailed your fingertips up the side of his thigh, lightly at first, then more insistent as they neared the waistband of his sweatpants.

“What are you doing?” He raised a brow, again, not so much as glancing in your direction.

“Being bored,” You muttered, huffing softly, “I’m kinda cold.”

“Get a blanket.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from snapping at him.

“No.” You threw a leg over his lap suddenly and straddled him. “I think I’ll just sit up here where it's nice and warm.”

“Sweets.” His tone was warning and laced with annoyance when he had to readjust his arms around you.

“What?” You pouted, pressing your lips to the side of his neck and smirking to yourself when you felt him start to get hard through the thin layers of fabric.

“Behave.”

“Or what?” You rocked your hips into him, moaning softly at the beautiful friction it created

“Or you’re gonna regret it.” He all but growled.

“Oh no!” You gasped in mock horror, “Are you gonna turn off your game and fuck me as a punishment?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Erik scoffed, knowing full well how pissed off you were that he still wasn’t looking at you.

He just peered over your shoulder at the TV.

“I would, actually.” You huffed, grinding down on him a little harder.

“And you think you’re gonna get what you want by being a brat?”

“Maybe I’ll just get myself off.” There was something challenging in your tone as you built up a rhythm, dragging your clothed heat over the growing bulge beneath you. “Right here. I don’t even need your help.”

Erik groaned and begrudgingly paused his game, tossing the controller to the side so he could reposition you in his lap.

It only took a few seconds for him to free himself from the confines of his sweatpants and pull your shorts aside, just enough to line himself up with your dripping entrance.

“This what you want?” He looked up at you with a cocked brow, smirking softly to himself when you nodded eagerly. “Remember that.”

Before you could ask him what he meant, he’d pulled you all the way down onto him so hard and fast that you yelped.

The stretch was overwhelming, but you were so desperate for him to fuck you that you didn’t even care.

But then, he didn’t fuck you.

No, Erik was not about to reward you for being a brat. Not while he was still invested in his game.

Instead, he held you, impaled on his cock, firmly to his chest so that you couldn’t move, then picked the controller back up so he could resume his game.

“Erik!” You whined, trying to pull yourself off of him so you could ride him properly to no avail. “What the fuck?”

“This is what you wanted.” He reminded you, tightening his arms around you every time you squirmed. “You’re gonna sit right here until I’m done.”

“What?” You gasped, groaning into his neck, “That’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair is you trying to ruin my game.”

“Fuck your game!” you hissed, trying to rock your hips despite his iron grip on you. All it did was press the ball of his piercing further into your cervix, which hurt more than it helped

You tried for a whole three minutes to get yourself free enough to bounce in his lap, but he kept you still.

You were whining and trying to bait him into doing something by kissing his neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the skin in the way that you knew he liked.

Eventually, you realized that it wasn’t helping.

You were just getting yourself more worked up.

You’d just have to sit there until he was finished and try to behave.

“There you go,” he muttered into your shoulder after a few minutes, smirking softly to himself. That’s it. Good girl.”

You whined, unable to keep your walls from clenching around him at the sound of his praise.

God, you were soaked.

You could both feel your slick building up at the base of his cock, sure that the sweatpants he was still partially wearing were covered in it.

Around the fifteen-minute mark, the squirming resumed.

Erik kept you pinned in place, somehow, while still playing his game uninterrupted.

Every so often, he’d readjust slightly as if he was just getting comfortable, but you both knew that it was because he loved the way your walls hugged him at the slightest sign of friction.

You were making the prettiest sounds, trying to keep yourself quiet, but failing miserably every time there was any movement from either of you. Your gasps and mewls were music to his ears.

On the brink of the half-hour mark, the begging started.

“Please?” You whined, “Erik, baby, I’ve been good! I’ve been so good for you. Please, please fuck me”

“You being good for a few minutes doesn’t erase you being bratty before.”

“I won’t do it again!” you promised, desperate and clawing at the back of his shirt as you panted. “Just please move!”

“No can do, Sweets.” He shook his head and pouted condescendingly, “I’m still playing.”

When the tears started soaking the neckline of his shirt, he knew he was going to have to give in soon.

“Being so good for me, sweets.” He kissed your shoulder softly, muttering praise into your skin while you cried, desperate for relief. “Taking it so well. Just a little longer.”

“I can’t!” You sobbed into his neck, trying so hard not to start bouncing on him.

“You can,” He cooed, smoothing your hair with his hand.

You had yet to realize that the TV was off, too wrapped up in the feeling of being denied any kind of friction.

“Please?” You whimpered pathetically.

“You gonna keep being good for me?” Erik twitched beneath you, also having a hard time with the lack of movement. “If I let you cum?”

“Yes!” Your response came so quickly, nearly hysterical and muffled slightly by his skin. “Yes! I’ll be so good! I’ll be your best girl, Erik, I promise!”

“You’re already my best girl.” He soothed, loosening his hold on your writhing body so he could lift you up slightly and drop you back down on his cock. “There you go.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his cock dragging along your throbbing, overstimulated walls.

“Is that good, Sweets?” he cooed, doing all the work for you, knowing full well just how fucked out you were.

You nodded, keeping your face buried in the side of his neck while he fucked you gently.

Soft sounds fell from your lips of their own volition, quickly building in pitch and intensity.

You were so far gone that you were only vaguely aware of your impending release. Erik had you completely cockdumb, and his muttered reassurances soothed the burn in your belly of being edged for so long.

Desperate pleas fell from your lips, louder and louder until you were convulsing around his cock, cumming so hard that your ears were ringing.

Erik didn’t stand a chance and was dragged right over the edge with you, clutching you to his chest while he muttered a slew of curse words, spilling inside you while you rode it out.

You were limp in his arms by the time he’d floated back down to earth.

The only movement came when he pulled out of your ruined hole, and you hissed in pain, immediately feeling empty after being stuffed for so long.

“I know,” He muttered, adjusting you in his lap so you’d be more comfortable. “I’ve got you, Sweets. You okay?”

You hummed as he swiped his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away the tears drying on them, leaning into his touch.

“Sore?” he smoothed your hair, brushing it away from your face with one hand while the other cradled your cheek.

You just nodded.

“Why don’t we take a nice hot bath?” Erik proposed, already standing with you in his arms “how does that sound?”

“So good,” you cracked a little smile, clinging to him as he climbed the stairs, sighing happily.

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