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Competing for Focus

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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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blitzfully · 5 days ago

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Hi, I saw your Erik cockwarming post and uh what if… Erik that doesn’t give a shit that people can come in and see you all flushed and crying.

I just feel like he’s the exhibitionist typa guy that wants to show off his partner. Like fucking at night over the counter and Bobby comes down to get some water but is too scared to come in 😭

Im just going feral here 😖 if it’s something you don’t feel comfy with writing, please feel free to skip it!

Much love!

midnight meal | m

Summary: In the middle of the night, Bobby catches you and Erik—but stopping isn't an option for your boyfriend.

Genre: smut

Pairing: Erik Campbell x f!reader

Words: 1.7k

CW: degradation (sorry, i have a thing for it ok), praise, spanking, exhibitionism, poor bobby

Note: double whammy today! take it as an apology for taking so long on the last request >< also, kinda fitting that both posts are bobby-related! i love LOVEEEE this req btw ! thank you, racco!

The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the kitchen. It was the late hours of the night, but the room smelled of sex and sweat. You don’t know how you got into this position—breasts pressed onto the marble counter as Erik held your arms behind your back, his other hand buried in your hair. Maybe that was a lie. You did know how you found yourself in this predicament. It all started with you innocently squeezing his thigh during dinner, which devolved to debauchery that is the present.

Erik grunted behind you, already losing himself in your dripping cunt. Despite what felt likes hours of being there, you still have yet to cum. By the looks of it, it wasn’t happening anytime soon too. You whined as Erik pulled out, slapping the head of his cunt on your slit a few times.

“Erik, please, please, I said I was sorry,” you cried, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. This earned you a sharp smack on the ass, knocking the wind out of you.

“I’m giving you what you wanted, princess. What did you say? My undivided attention?” He rutted against your slit, intentionally avoiding your clit. “Whoring yourself out the entire night doesn’t seem like a good idea now, huh?”

His fingers slipped inside you without resistance, making you moan. Slick coated your thighs, dripping down in small droplets on the floor. In two strokes, he hit your sweet spots, sending sparks up your brain. “You sound so pretty like this. Why don’t we let everyone else in the house hear? You like that, princess?”

You shook your head frantically, tears escaping your eyes as he tightened his hold on your hair. Struggling to form words, you braced yourself against the counter, whimpering as Erik finger-fucked the brattiness out of you. His thumb grazed your clit lightly each time he sunk his fingers in, thoroughly enjoying how your cunt squelched and spasmed just from his fingers.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to build up again. After rounds of teasing, the slightest touch could set you off. You bit the side of your hand to muffle your broken voice—in fear of stirring his parents awake and in an attempt not to alert him that you were close. But Erik knew you too well. He had an astute sense of your body, as well as terrifyingly flawless command over it. He knew which places to touch, the angles, the pace, the right shove he needed to make you sing. When he saw your thighs start to shake, felt the tenseness in your lower stomach, he pulled his fingers away. Another deprivation of release.

“Fuck!” you drawled out, crying tears of frustration. “Fuck you, Erik, you fucking tease!”

Erik slapped your cunt, elliciting a gasp from you. “Talking like that won’t lead you any closer to what you want, princess.”

Before you could retort, you felt the tip of his cock prod at your entrance, amplified by the hard metal of his piercing. Your mouth formed an ‘o,’ breathlessly mewling as he sank himself slowly inside you. Using his knee, he nudged your thighs further apart, forcing more of his cock into your dripping cunt.

“But lucky for you, I’m such a good partner, aren’t I? If you apologize again, maybe I’ll give in this time,” He thrusted once, punctuating his offer. You nodded wordlessly, mentally begging him to just move. He slipped a hand onto your throat, another one grasping for your hip. His hot breath was on the shell of your ear as he hovered over you, heat emanating from your sweat-coated bodies.

“Erik,” you groaned, trying in vain to turn your head to get a glimpse of him. He had successfully fucked out all of the fight in you. You needed to cum. It didn’t matter how pathetic you sounded, you just needed release. “Erik. ‘M sorry was such a b-brat. Won’t do it again, ‘m promise.”

He cooed, fingers drumming the side of your throat. “Awwh, so fucking cock-drunk aren’t you?”

The hand on your throat moved to clamp down your mouth instead—a wordless warning that whatever he was about to do next would absolutely wreck the fuck out of you. You moaned a plethora of please into his palm, chanting it like a prayer. Just as when Erik was about to let himself loose, you felt him still. You were about to scream at him, borderline throw a tantrum, when you heard his surprised voice.

“Bobby? What the fuck are you doing there?”

You squinted your eyes, barely making out a tall silhouette peeping from behind the kitchen doorway. When you saw Bobby’s equally scared eyes, you almost jumped out of your skin. You tried to reach for your shirt, a bowl, a towel—anything to cover what little dignity you had left—but Erik wasn’t budging.

“How long have you been standing there?” Erik hissed at him. At the same time, he thrusted into you, smirking at the moan you helplessly let out.

“I-I wanted to get water and… and uh… I went down 30 minutes ago and you guys were still… Anyway, I went down now to check and—” he cleared his throat, voice still small. “I mean—clearly you’re not done.”

“What the fuck—just go get your fucking water.” Erik started a rhytmic pace, quickly finding the spongy spot that made you go wild.

You wanted to scratch at his hands, to scream at him to let you go, to stop for one fucking minute and let the poor guy get some water. But the way he fucked you so deeply, the head of his dick abusing your g-spot each time your ass pressed flush against his pubic bone, it turned your brain to mush. With one last muffled complaint, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your limbs went slack, your body jolting forward as you let Erik fuck you so shamelessly.

“Bro, bro—!” Bobby took a step back, shielding his eyes. He was frozen on the spot, heart pounding with the instinct to run. But the situation was so bizarre, almost unreal. “Erik, what the hell?”

“Bobby,” Erik managed through gritted teeth. You were unravelling beneath him, small gasps and whimpers slipping past his fingers. It fuelled him how quickly you had surrendered control, despite how much you wanted to crawl into a hole right now. And how you’d probably never make eye contact with Bobby for over a year after this. “Get your water or fucking wait there until we’re done.”

He reared back the hand on your hips, bringing it down hard on your ass. You cries seemed to snap Bobby out of the trance. He pivoted on his feet, scrambling to run back upstairs. Cursed by wearing socks on a wooden floor, he slipped, tumbling into a sofa with a faint thud. Erik didn’t even blink.

Erik quickened his pace, jackhammering into you as he coaxed out your long-awaited orgasm. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, fingers finding their way to your clit, drawing tight, round circles on the bundle of nerves. Your moans pitched higher, breathier. Above you, his breath was getting shakier. His hips stuttered, thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Gonna cummm,” you whined, though it came out more like an incomprehensible sob.

“Shh, I know, I know,” Erik grunted, continuing to fuck into you animalistically. “Break for me princess.”

The coil on your lower belly snapped, consciousness washed away by the strong tide of your orgasm. For a second, you blacked out, thighs spasming, held up only by Erik’s rough touch. He followed you soon after, burying himself to the hilt. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, muffling his own groans and definitely leaving a mark you’d have to worry about in the morning. His piercing kissed your cervix as he stuffed you full of cum. He grinded into you, milking himself with your tight pussy.

You panted hard, barely keeping yourself up on the counter. A small whine fell from your lips, making Erik laugh lightly as he pulled out. Almost immediately, his cum started to drip down your thighs.

“Shit,” he muttered, plugging two fingers into you. He looked around for the panties he’d discarded hours ago, straining to reach them. “Bring your foot up, sweetheart. There we go, good girl.”

In your fucked out state, you swooned over his praise, following blindly whatever command he gave you. He gently finished hoisting your panties up, making a mental note to prepare a fresh change of clothes while he drew a bath for you later. For now, he grabbed your shirt off the floor and struggled to put it on you with your jelly limbs.

“Erik…” you mumbled, feeling yourself getting lifted up. Your eyes were barely open, but you felt his strong arms around you, carrying you bridal style back to the privacy of his room. Shame forgotten, you snuggled into his chest, already halfway through falling asleep from exhaustion.

“You did so well for me, princess. We’re gonna go take a bath and let Bobby get his water okay?” His voice was soft, like cotton enveloping your head. He carried you into the living room, where he was surprised to find Bobby still in.

His younger brother had his hands pressed against his ears, eyes screwed shut. A red mark was starting to deepen on his shin, the result of his earlier stumble. Erik rolled his eyes, moving ovee to nudge Bobby lightly with his foot.

Bobby jumped at the contact, wide eyes full of fear and nervousness. Before he could talk, Erik cut him off. “Kitchen’s all yours. Say anything to mom and dad, and Paco’s gonna be held hostage for a month.”

Bobby nodded, getting back to his feet in a frenzy. He scurried to the backyard, bumping into the glass screen door with a soft “ow,” before wrenching it open. He needed to calm down. He needed bleach. He needed to scrub away all memories of what transpired in the kitchen if he ever wanted to eat there again. Most of all, he needed air.

Erik paid him no mind. The polar opposite of how he treated you just minutes ago, he whispered sweet praises to you as he found his way back to his room. He laid you gently on the bed, placing a light kiss on your temple.

"I'm gonna start a bath ok, sweetheart?"

You groaned in protest, refusing to let go of his hand. His chest rumbled, a deep chuckle coming from him. "Fine, five minutes then we take a bath. I'm not letting you sleep or sticky."

You nodded, eyes still closed. Your arms were open, inviting him to cuddle. In a heartbeat, Erik was next to you, wrapping you in a cocoon of sheets and limbs.

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blitzfully · 5 days ago

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✨️Halo & Horns🥀

Part 4

Erik Campbell x Pastor's Daughter Reader

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Summary: You and your parents attend a 4th of July cookout hosted by a family from your church. Your father is slightly panicked to see that the Campbell family is also at the cookout, including Erik. Your father watches you like a hawk and shoots daggers at Erik the whole time, but what happens when you manage to sneak away.

Warnings: swearing, extreme yearning, strict parents, making out with tongue. MDNI ⚠️

Other: No use of Y/N, possible grammer mistakes.

Author's note: This is one of the hottest things I've ever written and it's not even smut HELP

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The early evening was starting to close in on you and the cookout guests who were all anxiously waiting for the fireworks show to start. You sat at a picnic table in the corner of the backyard, watching your parents conversate with the cookout host Marty.

You didn't know much about the Reyes/Lewis family other than the fact that they went to your new church. You also knew that Marty was a single father with a daughter in college, like you, and a son in high school, like Erik's brother Bobby.

You would sneak glances at your phone every now and then to reply to texts you were receiving from Erik. It has been two weeks since your secret movie theater date, and you and Erik are trying to make plans to see each other again. The only problem is life has been getting in the way lately.

Erik has been more busy at work since his clientele is growing, and he's been booking more appointments for tattoos and piercings. Meanwhile, you've been preparing for your fall college courses, and your father signed you up for the church fundraising committee without asking you first.

You and Erik just haven't found the time to see each other in person, so you settled for texts and late night FaceTime calls. You loved talking to Erik every day, but it didn't hold a candle to actually being in his presence. You wanted nothing more than to have him right next to you, to hear his voice in person and not through a phone speaker.

"I'm free for a bit, then I gotta go to BBQ at my uncle's place. Wanna face time?" Erik asked you through text. You frowned, knowing you had to decline his offer. "Can't right now. I'm actually at a BBQ lol" you texted him back. He replied with a "boo" and you chuckled to yourself.

You were about to reply back when someone suddenly sat down across from you. You quickly placed your phone face down on the table, thinking it was your mom or dad, but it wasn't. It was Stefani, Marty's daughter.

"Hey, um, is it okay if I sit here? I saw you were alone and thought I'd come say hi" Stefani greeted you with a smile. You smiled back shyly and gave her a nod. You and Stefani talked for a bit about where you came from and what college has been like for you so far. She told you about her college life and how she's staying on campus and she's just home for the summer. You liked Stefani. She seemed friendly and easy to talk to.

Her younger brother Charlie came over and nudged her on the shoulder. "Hey, when the cousins get here, we're gonna start a game of Janga, you in?" Charlie asked his older sister, pausing whatever he's doing on his phone and taking an earbud out of his ear.

Stefani turned to reply to Charlie, and you turned your attention to the back door when you heard a group of people arrive. You saw Marty excuse himself from a conversation with your dad to jog over and greet them. Marty exchanged hugs with... Howard and Brenda Campbell? Your eyes widen slightly when the realization hit you.

Walking out to the backyard after them was Bobby, then Julia, then Erik. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. What were the Campbells doing here? How did they know Marty? "Oh hey, the cousins are here!" Charlie exclaimed before heading over to the Campbells. Stefani smiled and waved at them, but she stayed sitting at the picnic table with you.

They're related? This whole time you were talking with Erik's cousin? This meant Marty was Erik's uncle, and this cookout was the one he mentioned in his text. You and Erik locked eyes from across the yard and he broke out into his infamous smirk when he saw you. You beamed at him and gave a small wave.

Fate had worked its magic and brought you and Erik together again. The only problem was that your parents were present, so your interactions tonight would probably be nonexistent. Despite all that, you saw Erik still making his way to you, his smirk never fading.

"Hey Cuz" Erik greeted Stefani nonchalantly before scooting in next to you. "Hey Peach" he said to you softly, looking into your eyes like a man who just discovered the worlds rarest gem. Stefani stared at you two with furrowed eyebrows, immediately sensing the undeniable romantic tension.

"Do you guys know each other?" Stefani chimed in while pointing a finger back and forth between you and him. Erik chuckled and slid his hand into yours under the picnic table. "You could say that" he said to his cousin without taking his eyes off you. You offered him a shy grin and squeezed his hand gently as a way of saying, "I missed you." He gave your hand a sqeeze in response, almost like he was saying,"I missed you too."

You then felt a hand on your arm, and you glanced up to see your father looming over you. He tugged you out of your seat and away from Erik. You should have known that would happen. Erik's mouth turned into a tight line and his shoulders dropped. He watched somberly as your father took you away from him, knowing he couldn't do anything about it in the moment.

"I thought I told you to stay away from that boy" your father lectured quietly, pausing to glare at Erik from across the yard. "I was staying away, he came to me" you muttered in a meek tone. Your mother came over when she saw what was transpiring.

"Did he say or do anything inappropriate, Sweetie?" Your mom asked worriedly. "No? He was just saying hi, mom, " you answered her with annoyance. Your dad sighed and looked at your mom, then you.

"We dont want to make a scene in front of our church friends, Honey, so we can stay. Just promise me you'll stay away from Campbell" your dad tried reasoning with you. You reluctantly agreed to his proposition because being in the same vicinity as Erik was better than not seeing him at all.

Your father smiled and brought you over to where Charlie, Bobby, and Julia were playing Janga. They included you in the game immediately. You even smiled when Bobby and Julia said they remembered you from their neighborhood cookout a couple of weeks ago. You laughed and smiled with Erik's siblings and cousin as you played the outdoor game, but you couldn't help but let your gaze drift to Erik.

He was still at the table with Stefani having a conversation with her, but you noticed him also sneaking glances your way. From that point on, you and Erik were communicating solely with your eyes. Your father watched you closely, making sure you were keeping your distance like you agreed to. He also would occasionally watch Erik to make sure he wouldn't try anything.

This was your first time seeing Erik in two weeks and couldn't even talk to him or be next to him. All you could do was exchange longing stares, and even then, your mother would say something if you looked at him for too long.

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It was getting darker now, and you felt like you were losing your mind. You knew the fireworks would be starting soon, and once they were over, you would have to go home. But you couldn't go home without spending even a small amount of time with Erik.

You were lost in your hectic thoughts when you were pulled out by Stefani tapping on your shoulder. "Sorry, I was just zoning out" you apologized to her. Stefani then pulled you aside to speak with you a little more privately.

"So, Erik told me everything" Stefani started "and right now, he's absolutely miserable, and I can tell you are too." You stifled a giggle at her sentence. "Is it that obvious?" you whispered to her. Stefani tilted her head and chuckled slightly "I think you two would start a wildfire with the intensity of your staring."

You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks turning hot with the knowledge that Erik longed for you just as bad as you longed for him. You peaked over Stefani's shoulder, and sure enough, Erik was averting his gaze after being caught by you.

"Look as someone who's known him my whole life, Erik can be an asshole. But he can also be a sweetheart, and I can tell he really likes you" Stefani professed quietly so only you could hear. "So I promise not to tell your dad."

That last sentence confused you a bit, your eyebrows threaded together. "What do you mean?" You asked lowly. "I mean, I'm gonna ask my dad to get the fireworks started, and during the fireworks would be the perfect time for you and Erik to sneak off if you catch my drift."

Your eyes widened when you realized she was right. If everyone is distracted by the fireworks, they won't notice if you and Erik are gone. "Thank you" you whispered to Stefani, already feeling tremendous relief from your anxiety and uncertainty. Stefani offered you a kind smile before turning away and heading to Erik.

You watched as Stefani spoke to Erik privately like she did with you, and Erik lifted his gaze to you, flashing you a smirk. Stefani then got everyone excited for the fireworks by telling them the show was about to start. Everyone gathered together in the yard while Marty got everything ready. Your mother sat with Brenda and your father decided to give Marty a hand. Both your parents were distracted and so was everyone else. It was the perfect time for you and Erik to make your move.

Right as the first firework went off, you slowly headed for the back door. After you were inside the house, Erik got up out of his seat and made his way to the back door as well. Once he was inside, he found you standing in the kitchen waiting for him.

"We gotta stop meeting like this, Peach" Erik joked, his eyes glistening under the kitchen light. You giggled at him, putting your hand out for him to take. He took a step forward and threaded his fingers with yours. Your heart was thundering loudly but not as loud as the fireworks outside.

"Remind me to thank Steff later" he muttered like he didn't want to admit that his cousin did you guys a big favor. You beamed at him, and he brought his free hand up to stroke your arm. He let his large calloused hand trail down your arm until it found your palm, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

"I don't know how to say this without sounding like a serial killer, but you have really smooth skin" Erik said with a chuckle. You laughed at his strange remark, savoring the sound of his low and raspy voice.

"I assume you say that because I would be a good tattoo canvas?" you questioned and he replied with a confident "you bet."

"Maybe someday I'll let you tattoo me, Campbell" you teased, smiling up at him through your lashes. You never knew how good you were at flirting until you found Erik, a guy you were genuinely into. Erik placed a hand on your waist gingerly and brought you closer to him. The contact made your brain go fuzzy and suddenly, the world around you faded, and all you saw was him.

"I really missed you, Princess" Erik said in a low tone like he was sharing a secret with you. You gazed into his big blue irises as if he took the whole world, wrapped it in a bow, and gave it to you. Your urge to get even closer to Erik was bubbling over. You found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck slowly. Erik instinctively brought both his hands to your waist. You've heard the phrase "distance makes the heart grow fonder" but nobody ever told you just how fond the heart could grow.

"I missed you too, Erik" you whispered like a silent prayer. The bursting colors from the fireworks outside the kitchen window danced across Erik's face, casting shadows and reflecting off his piercings. So handsome, so funny, so kind, so talented, so... real. He was the whole package to you. You couldn't keep denying this sort of advancement, and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

"Erik..." you muttered, barely above a whisper. Erik brought a hand to your face, keeping the other hand at your waist. He cupped your jaw and traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

"I wanna kiss you so bad right now" Erik rambled out softly, staring longing into your eye then at your lips. You swear your heart skipped several beats, and you let out a stuttering breath. "Please" you croaked, your eyes now doing the same dance between his eyes and mouth. Erik looked at you as if his brain had stopped working momentarily. But then he leaned in and locked his lips with yours expertly.

His scruffy beard tickled your face and his septum ring was cool against your heated skin. His lips were surprisingly soft as they moved in sync with yours. He pulled you in closer, and you wrapped your arms tighter around the back of his neck. Your whole body was buzzing with electricity as Erik kissed you gently, but with so much feeling.

You both pulled away breathlessly, keeping your foreheads pressed together. "Please tell me you're my girlfriend now" Erik blurted out through a large exhale. You giggled at his forwardness, running a hand over his scruffy cheek.

"Only if you'll be my boyfriend" you replied sarcastically, laughing and blushing with him in the afterglow of your first kiss. Erik then moved you till your back was pressed against the kitchen counter. He stared at you like you were the only girl in the whole world.

"That's my girl" Erik mumbled before reconnecting his lips to yours, this time with a bit more passion. You carded your fingers in Erik's already messy hair and you earned a soft groan from him. Your stomach was erupting with butterflies and your skin was warm to the touch.

You blocked out the sound of the booming fireworks along with the sounds of amazment from the people outside. You were too zeroed in on the sound of yours and Erik's lips meeting and separating rhythmically and the sound of your mingled breaths.

You were now chest to chest with Erik, and the kiss was gradually becoming deeper and more passionate. You couldn't believe that you were his and he was yours. Every secret text message, the flier in your mailbox, and all the sneaking around just to see each other has led you to this blissful moment. No person or entity could take this away from you.

You let out a small gasp when you felt Erik run his tongue over your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance. Out of curiosity, you darted your tongue out to meet his, and you instantly melted at the contact. Erik gently carresed his tongue with yours as he met your lips again and withdrew it, almost like he was showing you how French kissing worked. Oh god, were you in trouble because you wanted more of it.

You let out a soft moan after he brought his tongue back, feeling a little embarrassed over your own reaction. Erik smirked against your mouth and chuckled darkly. "You liked that, huh?" Erik teased, his voice like velvet to your ears."You wanna keep going, or do you wanna stop?"

You answered his question by pulling him toward you by the back of his head and reconnecting your lips to his. This time, you were the one to initiate the French kissing, and Erik groaned with delight. "Pastor's daughter my ass" Erik mumbled in your mouth as he pulled you impossibly closer. You moaned in response to his remark.

You never felt so liberated. So free to just be you and be with the boy who made you feel things other than guilt and shame. With Erik, there were no obligations or expectations. With him, you could let go. He wanted you, not the obedient pastor's daughter. You.

You and Erik were lost in each other. Your hands in his hair, his grip tight on your waist, and your tounges dancing together harmoniously. You were so lost in fact that you didn't even hear the footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"Oh my god, ewe!" You heard Julia recoil at the scene she had come across. Erik immediately pulled away from you, and you both whipped your heads around to see Julia standing in the kitchen entryway.

"Jules what the fuck do you want?... I'm kinda busy here" Erik said angrily to his sister. "Ya, I can see that" Julia grimaced at Erik's messy hair and swollen red lips. "I just wanted a soda from the fridge. Maybe you should warn people before you go making out with random girls in Uncle Marty's kitchen."

Julia then shifted her gaze to you and saw that you weren't just any random girl. Her mouth opened slightly and she pointed a finger at you. "We were just playing Janga" Julia recalled. She then looked at Erik and her jaw dropped when she put the pieces together.

"Is she the girl you went out with not too long ago? And the one you've been face timing? Are you guys a thing!?" Julia exclaimed, her voice getting louder with each word. You hung your head and bit your lip apprehensively while Erik tried to shush her. "Not so loud, you fucking megaphone" Erik said in a quiet, gravely tone.

"Well, are you? Because if you are, then good for you, KiKi. I didn't think you could pull a girl like that" you bit back a giggle at Julia's sentence, remembering the creep from the movies that said something similar to Erik. Erik rolled his eyes and let out a big sigh.

"Okay yes, she's my girlfriend, but we have to keep it on the down low. Her parents don't really care for me and we're not even supposed to be doing this. " Erik broke down the situation for Julia, but you were still hung up on him calling you his girlfriend.

"Anyway, I need you to swear to me that you won't tell anyone what you just saw, okay?" Erik tried to reason with her. You looked up at Julia and you could practically see the gears in her head turning.

"Okay, but what's in it for me?" Erik grunted and rubbed his temples at Julia's words. You couldn't bite back a giggle at his reaction. You would be lying if you said you didn't find his efforts to keep your relationship a secret endearing.

"Fuck it, fine what do you want Jules?" Erik surrendered. "You do my laundry for a month, wash, dry, and fold" Julia purposed. Erik's jaw clenched and he looked like he wanted to put his own head through a wall. "Fine, whatever, I'll do it. Just please keep quiet."

"Deal" Julia said while giving Erik's inner bicep a pinch, causing him to wince in pain. Julia then nonchalantly walked over to the fridge to retrieve her soda. She looked at you and offered you a kind smile.

"He's a dick sometimes, but he'll treat you right" she offered you her bit of wisdom, and you smiled back at her. "I've been told something similar" you responded. Julia nodded before heading to the back door to leave you two alone once again.

"I like her, Erik. Don't fuck it up" Julia shouted back to him as she made her way back outside. Erik's annoyed expression disappeared and was replaced with one of admiration when his eyes met yours again. You noticed the booming of the fireworks outside had stopped and the crowd of people started to cheer.

"We should probably get back out there" you told Erik, unable to hide the disappointment in your voice. "Ya, but one more thing" Erik muttered before quickly pulling you in and kissing you passionately. You instantly melted into him, letting out a sigh through your nose. Erik removed his lips from yours and gave your cheek a single carress with his thumb.

"Just in case I have to go two weeks without you again" Erik said breathlessly, giving you one final peck before letting you go.

"I'll call you later, baby" your boyfriend rasped before turning away and heading for the back door, leaving you with your head spinning.

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“𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝖦𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝖺𝖼𝖾” || 𝖤𝗋𝗂𝗄 𝖢𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅 ||

A/n: Back on my Erik B.S and the pink gf mini series.

⚠️ Content: rough sex, possessiveness, dirty talk, overstimulation, slight degradation, aftercare implied

You wore the dress to mess with him.

Baby pink, glitter-laced, short enough to tease and tight enough to cling to every soft curve he loves to grab. Sweetheart neckline, dainty ribbon choker, and heels that made you just tall enough to lean in and whisper things in his ear.

You didn’t expect everyone else to notice too.

It starts with a guy from across the room giving you a once-over, and Erik sees it.

His jaw clenches. The beer bottle in his hand creaks. And suddenly, he’s not listening to whatever bullshit the guys are saying anymore.

You pretend not to notice, fluttering your lashes, laughing at something dumb, giving the guy a polite smile when he lingers too long on your legs. But Erik?

Erik is silent. Seething. Watching you with that razor-sharp stare, hooded and unreadable, like he’s planning how to eat you alive the second you’re alone.

And god—your thighs are already trembling from it.

By the time he pulls you out of the party, your wrist in his grip, you’re breathless and already wet.

He doesn’t say a word as he throws open the door to his apartment and slams it behind you.

But the second it clicks shut—

His hands are on you.

“Think it’s funny?” he growls, backing you against the wall. “Wearing that little slut dress around other men? Letting them eye-fuck you like you’re free game?”

You moan, spine arching as his hand fists in your hair. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong—”

“Weren’t you?” he cuts you off, his voice low and dangerous. “That smile of yours, the way you batted those sweet fucking lashes—you knew exactly what you were doing.”

His thigh presses between your legs, grinding against the slick heat already soaking through your panties. He grins when he feels it.

“Fuck. Look at you. Dripping just from me getting mad, huh?”

You felt heat creep up your neck. You nod.

He grabs your jaw, turning your face up to him. “Say it.”

“I… I wanted your attention.”

“Congrats,” he sneers, voice dark with lust. “You’ve got all of it.”

Then his mouth is on yours—hot, bruising, claiming. His hands slide down, roughly yanking up the hem of your glittery pink dress.

It bunches at your waist as he tears your panties aside and shoves two fingers inside you. You cry out against his mouth, clinging to his hoodie.

“Such a fucking tease,” he mutters, curling his fingers. “Walking around dressed like a wet dream, but this pussy? It’s mine.”

He turns you around fast, pressing your front to the wall. You hear the rip of a condom wrapper and the sound of his zipper, then—

He’s inside you in one hard thrust.

You choke on a moan, legs shaking. His grip is bruising on your hips, snapping his hips into yours over and over as he fucks you against the wall like an animal claiming territory.

“You think anyone else can fuck you like this?” he grunts. “You think they’d know how to make you scream the way I do?”

“N-no,” you gasp, cheek pressed to the wall.

“That’s right,” he growls. “You’re mine, babydoll. Every fucking inch of you.”

One hand slides up to your throat, the other reaches around to rub your clit—fast, relentless, just the way he knows drives you crazy. You cry out, legs giving under you, but he holds you up, pounding you harder.

“You gonna cum for me, you needy little thing?” he pants. “Wanna hear you fall apart. Now.”

You break with a sob, clenching around him as your orgasm hits, hard and hot. Your whole body trembles, and he follows with a low, wrecked groan, hips stuttering before he spills into the condom.

For a moment, you both just breathe.

He stays pressed against your back, chest rising and falling, hand still gentle on your throat.

Then he turns you around, eyes softening as he sees your dazed, flushed face.

“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing sweaty hair from your cheek.

You nod weakly, gripping the front of his hoodie.

He kisses your forehead.

“Next time,” he mutters, voice still rough but fond, “you wear that dress, I’m putting a leash on you.”

You smile, breathless. “Pink one?”

His grin is crooked, but his eyes are glowing."You fucking bet.” His eyes glancing down seeing your legs shake for a moment

Though Erik notices before you even realize it, catching you just as your knees give out. His arms hook around you—gentle now, steady—lifting you off the wall and cradling you against his chest like you’re something fragile.

Which, after what he just did to you, you kind of are.

“You with me, baby?” he murmurs, voice quieter now, breath warm at your temple.

You nod against him, barely able to speak. He holds you tighter anyway.

“Okay,” he whispers. “Let’s clean you up, yeah?”

He carries you into the bathroom with more care than anyone would expect from a guy like him—rough around the edges, sharp-tongued, all black hoodies and chain necklaces. But you know better. You’ve always known better.

He sits you down on the edge of the tub and kneels between your legs, tugging the condom off and tossing it, then grabbing a warm cloth. You flinch when it brushes between your thighs.

“Sorry,” he mutters, hand cupping the back of your thigh. “Didn’t mean to go that hard…”

You smile softly, leaning back on your hands. “I liked it.”

His eyes flick up to yours, and for a second, the usual cocky smirk almost comes back—but not quite. Instead, something more vulnerable slips in. Protective. Fierce.

“You gotta tell me if I ever push too far, alright?” he says. “I don’t care how horny you are or how bratty you wanna be in that little dress—you tell me.”

You nod, serious now. “I will. I promise.”

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, just below a fingerprint-shaped bruise already blooming on your skin.

“I’ll make it better,” he murmurs.

He helps you change into one of his t-shirts—soft, oversized, warm from his body—and guides you to the bed, letting you curl up in the sheets while he gets water and snacks. He comes back with a bottle and some peanut butter crackers, tossing them onto the nightstand like it’s routine.

“You always act like you’re not soft,” you tease, snuggling into the pillows as he climbs in beside you.

“Shut up,” he mutters, rolling his eyes, but he pulls you into his chest anyway, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You just bring it out of me.”

You rest your head against his heartbeat.

He tangles his fingers in your hair, slow and rhythmic, the post-sex glow settling into something deeper. Something that lingers.

“I mean it, y’know,” he murmurs against the top of your head. “You’re mine.”

You smile against his chest. “Always.”

He lets out a breath like he’s finally safe."Still getting you that leash.”

You snort. “I’ll wear it if it matches the dress.”

Erik grins against your hair, kisses your temple, and says, “Done deal, baby.”

And just like that, wrapped in his warmth and his hoodie and the scent of sweat and aftershave and him, you fall asleep—bruises and glitter and all—completely, perfectly his.

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Supermoon. Temple of Poseidon, near Athens, Greece. July 3, 2023, by Alkis Konstantinidis

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Scene: Erik’s childhood bedroom, 12:47 a.m.

First time doing this, so be gentle!

You’re pinned against the window of his old room, the one with the faded posters, the worn dresser, the creaky floor that gives away every movement. The city lights flicker through the blinds, casting shadows across the walls. Just down the hall, his brother Bobby’s door is cracked open, and Julia’s soft music hums faintly behind hers. But Erik doesn’t care. Not tonight.

His hands are all over you rough, hungry, reverent. Fingers dragging up your thighs, over your waist, up your ribs to cup your breasts like they’re his to worship. His inked arms flex with every movement the tattoos on his forearms and shoulders shifting as he moves, stark against his skin. One of them, a black serpent wrapping around his bicep, seems to slither with every breath he takes.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, pressing his hips into yours. You can feel the thick ridge of his cock through his jeans hot, hard, and impossible to ignore. You also feel it the subtle, intense pressure from the Prince Albert piercing he’s teased you about before.

“That’s what you do to me,” he growls, voice low and rough. “And we’re not rushing this.”

He unzips his jeans and lets them fall just low enough for his cock to spring free thick, veined, pierced, the silver catching the light like a secret meant only for you. But instead of taking you, he drops to his knees right there, on the worn carpet of his childhood bedroom.

His hands grip your thighs like he owns them, spreading you open. The chill from the window meets the heat of his breath, and you gasp as his mouth trails upward past your knees, along your inner thighs. His septum ring brushes your skin, making you shiver, and the silver earrings he wears gleam as he looks up at you with a smirk.

“Say my name,” he dares you.

“Erik…”

His mouth finally meets your center, and it’s everything. Slow, devastating licks. That tongue piercing flicks your clit with maddening precision, alternating with deep, lazy strokes that make your knees buckle. He’s relentless. His tattoos flex across his shoulders and back as he moves, muscles tense and controlled.

Your moans spill out, desperate and broken, and he grins against your heat.

“Already shaking,” he mutters, voice muffled. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

He keeps going until you’re trembling, teetering on the edge, then he pulls back, lips and chin glistening, chest heaving. The silver nipple rings on his pecs, catching your eye as he leans over you, smirking.

“You’re coming with me inside you,” he growls, breath hot on your cheek. “Not before.”

He slides on the condom, stroking himself slowly teasing you with the sight of his pierced cock, thick and glistening. Then he cages you in, hovering over you on the old mattress, the bed frame squeaking under his weight. You can barely breathe.

When he pushes inside, it’s excruciatingly slow, each inch dragging, stretching, forcing you to feel every damn part of him, including that piercing that rubs exactly where you need it most.

“Shit,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel so fucking good.”

He moves slow, deep thrusts, hips rocking with control. You wrap your arms around his inked shoulders, moaning into his mouth. The drag of his cock, the stretch, the weight of him, the friction it’s almost too much.

And yet not enough.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, grabbing your leg and hooking it over his hip. “So good for me.”

He thrusts harder, deeper. The tattoos on his back ripple with every move. His piercings every one of them seem to be working overtime: his cock, sending jolts of pleasure with every thrust; his nipple rings, brushing your chest as he leans in; his septum, nudging your skin as he pants in your ear.

“You’re gonna come for me like this,” he growls, hand sliding down to circle your clit. “Eyes on me. Now.”

When it hits, it consumes you your back arches, your nails rake his shoulders, and your cry is muffled in his mouth. Your whole body spasms around him.

And that’s when he loses control.

He buries himself deep, cock pulsing, body shaking as he groans into your neck sharp and low. The sound of the headboard knocking the wall once, then going still, is the only thing keeping you from completely floating away.

His weight settles over you, breath ragged against your skin. You feel the cool metal of his piercings chest to chest, mouth to shoulder, everywhere.

But he leans in again, voice still wrecked and dripping with promise.

“Five minutes,” he whispers, nipping your jaw. “Round two’s gonna have you screaming into this damn pillow.”

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