sauna sex w mikko rantenen🤔🤔 sounds sexy but idk if its very practical as someone whos never actually been in a sauna since im from a very hot country
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you were already sweating before he even touched you.
the heat was like a wet slap, thick and constant, curling around every inch of skin like a heavy blanket stitched out of steam and sap. the walls glowed amber in the dim light, logs sweat-slick and smooth, the smell of hot pine and burned air soaking into your lungs with every breath. your hair stuck to your shoulders, your back, your thighs. the wood underneath you was too hot to sit on without a towel, but even the towel felt soaked through with heat. it didn’t matter. nothing mattered. not when mikko was buried inside you, slow and sweet, like this was the only thing worth doing in the entire world.
you didn’t even remember how it started. a kiss, probably. a dare. him guiding you into the sauna by the wrist, grinning like a bastard, knowing you’d never experienced a real finnish one, saying, “you’ll last ten minutes or you’ll marry me, there’s no in-between.”
and now here you were, one leg slung over his hip, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your chest, his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy in slow, deliberate thrusts that made your belly clench and your breath catch on every exhale.
“vittu,” he groaned into your neck, lips brushing the edge of your jaw, “vittu, sä tuntuu niin hyvältä.”
you didn’t know what it meant. didn’t care. it came out of him like a prayer, like he couldn’t help it, like you were something his body had been waiting to worship. he rocked into you with a gentleness that almost hurt, not because it was soft but because it was patient—steady, tender, relentless in that infuriating way that made your cunt flutter every single time he bottomed out.
“say that again,” you whispered, your voice ragged from the heat, your hands slipping on the back of his neck, fingers threading through his curls.
“vittu,” he said again, lower, slower, hips pressing deep, “sä oot mun suosikki tyttö.”
you whimpered, not knowing the translation but knowing the way he said it, thick and reverent, like his whole chest was wrapped around the truth of it. he pulled back to look at you—gray eyes flickering with something molten, tender, greedy—and kissed the corner of your mouth, slow enough to make your stomach twist.
“you feel like home,” he murmured, “being inside you... tässä... fuck. this is it. my favorite girl, my country, my cock... everything where it should be.”
your thighs trembled around him. your whole body felt swollen, overstimulated, soft and hungry and barely holding together. your cunt pulsed, greedy, welcoming, the stretch of him perfect, the drag of his cock slow enough that you could feel every twitch, every roll of muscle in his thighs as he rocked into you with a rhythm like waves in a summer lake—gentle, inevitable, deep enough to keep your breath lodged in your throat.
“fuck, mikko,” you whispered, voice shaking, your forehead pressed to his, “you’re gonna make me cry in a fucking sauna.”
he laughed, low and quiet, the sound sending another ripple through your core. his hands slid over your waist, your hips, one big palm curling under your thigh to hold you open as he moved deeper, slower still. your pussy clung to him with every stroke, walls fluttering, hot and slick and so fucking desperate it made your eyes water. every time he slid back in it felt like your body was sighing around him, saying yes, yes, stay, don’t stop, don’t leave.
“you like this?” he asked, voice hoarse, the tip of his nose brushing yours, his lips brushing the sweat off your upper lip. “your first finnish sauna and i fuck you in it.”
“best vacation of my life,” you gasped, hips rocking up to meet him, the heat making you dizzy and desperate, wet leaking out of you and down onto the bench in messy streaks. his cock dragged against every part of you that mattered, the thick ridge of it bumping your cervix in a way that made your whole spine arch.
“hyvä,” he breathed, kissing your jaw, your collarbone, every inch he could reach. “täydellinen. you’re perfect. pussy’s perfect. fuck—fuck, baby, your pussy’s so sweet like this.”
you clenched hard around him just to hear that little broken grunt he made, the one that sounded like something splitting down the middle. he fucked you through it, slow and sure, sweat dripping off his chin and onto your breasts, his breath stuttering against your skin, one hand smoothing down your belly like he could feel himself moving inside you, right there, buried deep and gentle and thick enough to leave you stretched and twitching.
your orgasm crept up like the steam in the room—every breath hotter, tighter, your belly coiling, thighs shaking, mouth falling open in disbelief because it was all so soft—so slow and filthy and full, your whole body begging without words, clenching and pulsing around his cock like it wanted to keep him inside forever.
“mikko—mikko i’m—”
“i got you,” he whispered, lips on your cheek, your jaw, your ear, “cum on me, rakas, let me feel it—"
and you did. holy fuck you did.
your pussy squeezed down hard, tight, rhythmic spasms that made him curse again, voice cracking in finnish, your whole body locking around his, legs tight around his waist, back arched, eyes wet with heat and pleasure and something dangerously close to love. you were gasping, crying out, hips bucking without rhythm, lost in it, lost in him, lost in the way his cock stayed deep, stayed thick, stayed right there through all of it, feeding your body every last stroke until it was too much, too much, too much—
and then he followed. slow. sweet. mouth on your neck, body trembling as he came with a choked-off moan, hips rocking slow and deep, filling you with lazy, hot pulses, every twitch drawn-out and tender. you could feel every throb inside you, the way his cock jerked with each release, your cunt still fluttering softly around him, coaxing out every drop like it wasn’t ready to let him go.
neither were you.
you stayed like that, tangled and sweaty, chests rising and falling together, his cock still inside you, both of you sticky and flushed and so deeply satisfied it felt holy.
“you okay?” he whispered, brushing the hair off your forehead.
you nodded against his collarbone. “i’m literally dying of heatstroke but yeah.”
he chuckled, soft and hoarse, then kissed the side of your face, your shoulder, the place just above your heart.
being a bartender at one of the most popular sports bars in dallas wasn't for the faint of heart. the one you work at is where the dallas stars tend to frequent after home games and wins.
mikko rantanen was a frequent player who came to you when he wanted another drink. or a little something else. it's nothing serious. just hooking up.
he's already here tonight. you're serving another customer, pouring up some kind of fruity cocktail that definitely costs way too much for how bad it actually is. he's waiting on one side of the bar. other bartenders have offered to serve him, but he'd rather wait for you.
you finally made your way over to him, leaning on the bar to hear him clearly over the music and the general loudness of the bar.
'can i get you a beer?' you asked.
he shook his head. 'i want you.' he was straight to the point.
you took a look at the time, then back at him. 'staff bathroom. five minutes.' you said.
you grabbed the staff bathroom key from underneath the bar counter, then called out to kelly.
'i'm going on my break.'
kelly laughed. 'yeah, sure. go have fun.' she knew it wasn't going to be a normal break; knew exactly what you were going to do.
you were sitting on the counter in the staff bathroom when the knock on the door came.
'come in.' you called out. the door had been unlocked from your key.
mikko stepped in with wyatt johnston behind him.
'oh, brought a friend tonight, did you?' you asked, hopping down off the counter.
'he's been bragging about you.' wyatt said.
'and he wants your mouth.' mikko said.
it's not like the two of you haven't ever spoke about potentially bringing in a teammate or two of his. so, you weren't surprised and were completely okay with this.
'you sure you can handle that?' you asked wyatt.
he nodded, eyes widening in shock when you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you, pushing him towards the counter for him to sit up on it and get his cock out of his pants.
you settled in front of him, kind of bent over so that your face was level with his cock. long and thick, already leaking precum from the tip. no way you're kneeling on the dirty floor of the bathroom. and this way, mikko could fuck you at the same time.
his big hands settled on your hips, reaching one hand in front of you to unzip your jean shorts and pull them down, letting them pool at your ankles over your boots. then he was sliding your wet panties to the side and pulling his own cock out of his pants.
he waited until you had wrapped your lips around wyatt's tip before guiding his to your entrance and slowly sinking in. your hands gripped wyatt's thighs tightly as you swirled your tongue around just the tip first.
then you kissed the sides of his shaft, licking a stripe back up to the tip and then hollowing your cheeks and sinking all the way down onto him. you reached one hand underneath, fondling his balls.
mikko waited for you to get adjusted with wyatt in your mouth before starting to thrust into you. he knew you didn't have a lot of time, technically being on a break from serving drinks at the bar, so they're all gonna have to finish quickly.
he reached around your hips, still thrusting into you as he reached a hand down in between your thighs to rub circles on your clit. you moaned around wyatt, making him push further down into your throat, making you deepthroat him.
wyatt's hand tangled in your hair, pushing you down further onto his cock as he bit his lips to contain his moans and groans. the sound of mikko's cock slamming into you and the skin on skin can't be heard out in the bar; the music is too loud.
when you squeezed wyatt's balls, that's when he came down your throat, hips jerking.
'jesus, sorry.' he said when you gagged for a second.
'it's okay.' you said when you pulled off, licking another stripe on him.
you moaned again when mikko hit that spongy spot inside of you, walls clenching and clit pulsing under his fingers. then, you were coming around him, pussy spasming.
'that's it.' mikko whispered as wyatt ran a hand through your hair and over your face.
mikko thrust into you one more time before pulling out, sending ropes of come shooting across your ass and the backs of your thighs so that he wouldn't do it in you. that's a rule you have; he can hit it raw but no coming inside. probably a bad idea, but oh well.
wyatt was grabbing a couple paper towels to help mikko clean you up with. you caught your breath, brushing some of your hair back.
'that was fun. you should join us again sometime.' you said to wyatt.
mikko carefully cleaned you up, making sure not to be too rough with the paper towels. then he helped pulled your panties back into place and your shorts back up so they were fitting comfortably.
you ran your hand through your hair to fix it again, and reapplied your lipstick that was now smudged and most of it on wyatt's cock. then you turned to face them before you went back out into the bar and back to work.
