#sorry in advance if theres any San Jose Sharks fans here i did kinda take a jab at y'all

[lilithschosen]

Im sick and a little bit sad *cough cough *Can I have Rio cockwarming Agatha's strap while playing the switch?

I think something hot would restore my health 🥺🥺

listen here bucko i'm not a doctor but i got something that'll cure what ails you in an instant 😤 (... this became a full fic not sorry)

Agatha grips the remote in her hand as she watches the men skate about on the ice. One slaps the puck toward the net, but the goalie deflects it with his pads and she groans.

"Fucker can't aim for shit," she huffs, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. She lifts her leg, throwing it over the arm of the couch as she relaxes into the cushions. "Looking like another year they'll miss the playoffs."

Rio enters the living room, staring down at the Switch in her hands. She swings her hip out of the way of the side table, narrowly slamming into the corner of it. She manages to graciously set herself on the couch next to Agatha, paying no mind to the game on the television.

"You're still at it?" Agatha laughs, "I thought you were mad at the game after losing your shit."

Rio looks up, glaring at Agatha. "Yeah because someone distracted me. Thankfully I didn't lose anything important."

Agatha pulls at the fabric of her grey joggers, shaking her leg as the pant leg drops back down after riding up from how she was sat. Her hand stays at her crotch, fingers wrapping around something underneath her pants.

"If I remember correctly you said you'd die in the game countless times if it meant I'd fuck you like that."

Rio snaps back to her game, her cheeks turning pink with a blush. She waves Agatha off, ignoring the woman for the time being. Agatha snickers to herself, hand still holding the bulge as it's pinned against her thigh. She strokes it, slowly rubbing her hand up over the fabric and back down. Rio catches the movements from the corner of her eye and pulls her inventory up to watch it without being obvious.

The whistle blows on the television, indicating the end of the second period and Agatha snorts a laugh as her team skates off with their heads hanging low.

"They're demoralized," she points at the goalie as he skates toward the locker room. "I'd be miffed too if I was losing to the goddamn Sharks."

Rio chuckles under her breath at Agatha's frustration, but keeps to herself. She closes her inventory and starts organizing her farm. She pulls fence posts out, lining them deliberately around a barn actively being built.

She lifts her hand off the Switch to scratch at her exposed knee, being sat in one of Agatha's boxers for the evening. She crosses her legs and plops her arms in her lap as she continues playing.

Agatha turns to head, leaning to watch whatever Rio was doing for a moment. "You're just doing chores in a video game."

"Sorry do we own a farm?" she asks, not looking at Agatha, "And you're watching grown men playing. We all have our things."

Agatha raises her hands in defense, "Okay, damn. Sorry."

Rio flicks her tongue into her cheek, glancing over to Agatha. She settles her hands back down, one placed on her thigh and the other between the two of them. Rio smirks as an idea crosses her mind.

"Take it out."

Agatha's eyebrows pull together in confusion. "It?"

Rio tilts her head toward the bulge in her joggers. "It."

Agatha laughs to herself under her breath as she reaches into her joggers. She nudges the waistband down until it drops to her upper thighs, lifting her backside to free the toy fully. It springs out, swaying from side to side.

Rio pauses her game and stands, hooking her thumbs under the checkered boxers and kicking them off. She takes a hand off the Switch, eyes connecting to Agatha's, and runs her fingers through her folds. Already wet after her wicked thought, she sinks into herself, teeth pinning her bottom lip down.

She withdraws her hand from the apex of her thighs and offers the soaked finger to Agatha. Agatha blinks, brain catching up to the moment before taking it into her mouth and sucking it clean.

As Agatha's tongue curls around Rio's finger, Rio throws her leg over her hips and straddles her briefly before lining herself up with Agatha's strap. She eases the tip in, shifting her hips to spread her folds without having to touch herself. She pushes her finger further into Agatha's mouth, nearly gagging her as she takes the full length of her toy.

She rolls her hips gently, her walls stretching to fit the toy and she bites back a whimper. She removes her fingers from Agatha's mouth, wiping them on her baggy tee, and simply goes back to playing her game leaving Agatha dumbfounded.

Jaw dropped with remnants of Rio's slick on her bottom lip, she stares up at her. The harness rests against her clit through her boxer briefs, a constant pressure now with Rio's full weight on top of her.

"What are you doing?"

Rio raises her Switch in her hands. The soft music plays through the tiny speakers and Rio bobs her head along with the beat as she pushes the joystick to the side, running through the town square at the start of a new day in game.

"You're just gonna sit there?" Agatha asks, still having trouble computing what's going on. "Like, on me?"

Rio lowers the Switch, peering over the top of the console to eye Agatha. "You act like you don't know what cockwarming is. Or is it only when you wanna drag out fucking me?"

Agatha's eyes narrow, hands now on Rio's hips "Are you really in the right position to challenge me, baby?"

"Don't think either of us are."

Agatha guffaws, grip tightening on Rio's hips. Rio winks, gaze dropping back down to the screen. She continues playing, mashing buttons as she swings the joystick in every direction. She mumbles to herself as she winces from getting hit by a slime in the mines. She shifts, rocking her hips once into Agatha. Agatha hisses, holding Rio still as she thrusts the toy up.

"That's not cockwarming," Rio's voice cracks. Agatha's hands move back from her hips and grip her ass. "I just wanna play my game, babe."

"Rio I am balls deep inside of you," Agatha barks a laugh. She slaps her ass with a hand before thrusting into her again. "The only game you should be playing is the one where I fuck you senseless."

Rio exhales a laugh through her nose, "If you can hold yourself back until I finish this day in the game, you can do whatever you want to me."

Agatha's eyebrows shoot into her hairline as she sits up from the couch. "How long is that?"

"It's about 11am in game," Rio says, "You have like.. six minutes?"

Agatha feels hopeful, she can manage that. She's managed it before when she was the one controlling the situation. Rio brings up her inventory again, placing the Switch on Agatha's chest as she quickly sheds her thin tank top, leaving her fully nude in Agatha's lap and her face perfectly level with Rio's breasts.

"Oh now you're playing dirty."

Rio leans down, hand on Agatha's cheek as she pouts briefly and gives her a peck on the lips.

"You'll manage."

She takes the Switch back, closing her inventory, and continues on in the mines. She has the console lower now, holding it below her tits and her biceps pushing them together.

Agatha runs her tongue against the back of her teeth as she stares at the perfect, pink nipples in front of her. She bites down on her tongue with just enough force to draw blood. Her fingernails leave crescents on either side of Rio's waist, barely a minute in to the challenge and already about to crack.

"C'mon, daddy," Rio chides, voice monotone as if she didn't even want to say anything, "You can handle a little bit of cockwarming."

Agatha's nostrils flare in annoyance, eye twitching as she grinds her molars together. Her heart pounds in her ears, her clit throbbing against the fabric of her boxer briefs.

She exhales the breath she had trapped in her chest unknowingly, sending a shiver up Rio's spine as the hot air spreads across her exposed breasts. Her nipples harden, standing at attention just begging to be in Agatha's mouth.

Rio jumps in surprise, hips jerking forward as she lifts up on the silicone toy and back down. A strangled moan escapes Agatha's throat, her hands once again holding Rio still as she pumps the toy into her cunt. Rio looks up from the Switch, face twisted in pleasure for a beat until she smirks.

"You're so close to winning."

Agatha looks up to the ceiling, whispering a silent prayer. She digs deep in her soul, searching for a power to help her restrain her desire to fuck Rio into the couch.

After a moment, she comes up with nothing.

"Fuck your game."

She wraps her arms around Rio's waist, twisting the both of them so Rio lands on her back underneath her. The gaming console goes sailing through the air, crashing somewhere on the floor out of sight. Rio tries to look, tilting her head towards the sound of where her Switch landed but her eyes unfocus as Agatha roughly slams her hips into her.

"I don't need a game to dictate what I can and can't do," she pants. Her pupils are blown wide, crazed look in them as she fucks Rio. "I can have you however I want, whenever I want."

She watches as Rio's tits bounce with each harsh thrust, her hands moving from her hips to palm at them. She pinches both nipples, tugging at them and twisting. Rio moans loudly, hips matching Agatha's pace.

"You can't even fight me," Agatha drops one of her tits, grabbing both of Rio's arms and pinning them above her head. "I'm going to ruin your tight pussy, ruin you for anyone else."

Rio struggles momentarily against Agatha's hands, testing her grip before relenting. The wet, slapping sounds of Agatha's strap forcefully pulling out and pushing back in overtake Rio's cries.

"There was, fuck," she stammers, blinking hard to get the words right. "There was never anyone else. Just you. Always you."

Agatha smacks her ass, fingertips gripping the flesh as she keeps fucking her. She says nothing, only pants while her hips snap back and forth. She knows Rio is right, that they're solely into one another and there wouldn't be anyone else if Agatha gets her way.

Rio gasps, inhaling through her tight jaw. Her hands try to grip at the wrist holding them above her head as she whines. She holds her hips up, calves burning from the locked position she has them in. Agatha's silicone cock was hitting her exactly where she needed and she'd be damned before she shifted away by a millimeter.

"You gonna cum for me, sweet thing?" Agatha huffs, hand dropping back to her hip. "You gonna get my cock nice and wet? Gonna have you begging me to stop after you decided your little game was better."

"Aggie-," Rio chokes out. Agatha's hips stutter at the new nickname. Her heart twists at it, a level of intimacy she hasn't approached with Rio yet. "Right there, baby. Please."

Letting a slow, controlled exhale out she lets go of Rio's hands and grips onto her shoulder instead. She forces her back to meet her now, making Rio bounce against her hips until she gets the rhythm down. Eventually she stops, her forearm muscles relaxing but Rio continues.

She chokes out a moan, feeling like her throat was ripped raw from the sound alone. Like a taut bowstring before release, she arches her back and stops before grinding herself down.

Rio screams silently through the earth shattering orgasm, body rigid while Agatha layers herself on top. Her arms wrap around Rio's torso, holding her tight as she twitches and jerks. Drool pools into the side of her cheek, running down her mouth and onto the couch until she finally closes her mouth to swallow hard.

Both hockey and video games long forgotten while Agatha peppers Rio's shoulder blades with kisses. Rio lifts her head, turning it to look at her girlfriend through her messy hair.

"Christ, babe."

Agatha groans quietly, smiling into Rio's skin. "Got a bit carried away there."

"I don't think I can walk," Rio rasps. She attempts to shift her legs underneath her and nearly falls if it were not for Agatha holding her upright still. "You absolutely ruined me."

"Good." Agatha finds herself saying, beaming on the inside. "You'll have something to remember for the next couple days."

Rio raises a shaky hand, rubbing the side of Agatha's face. "No need to remember when you're all I think about."