cw: heavy petting, nipple play, teasing and mean reader, degradation kinda?, lots of kisses, tongue sucking, kinda handjob, dry humping,
a/n: heehee I like hsr asks <3 and it's finalley not only welt can we get an AWOOOOO, this ones for you sweet anon! *shoots and misses*, circa 2.4k words
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. I WILL BLOCK YOU.
“My most trusted partner, we can, of course, share half of the earnings for this deal w- EEK!”
Sampo gets caught off guard by his own flinching, blade flying past him and impales the cheap wallpaper behind him. Hands still clasped together from a few seconds ago, when he was trying to soothe your anger, he let out a shaky breath once he saw your mean glare, your second blade still stashed away in your belt. He’s not sure if you’ll skewer him like the poor wall from Hotel Goethe so he presses his lips together in a thin line. Subconsciously he lets himself shrink so as to take up less space, less space for you to aim your next throw at.
“Sampo.” Your voice has no hint of your usual polite tone, now your ice cold words are cutting through the tension of the silent room.
He sucks his lower lip deeper before sheepishly glancing up into your dead stare, locked onto him like a predator to its prey. “Y-yes?” He gulps slightly before averting his eyes again, opting to instead admire the tea can sitting on the desk nearby.
“Don’t fuck with me.”, you let out a frustrated sigh that nearly sends a shiver down his spine, “We had a deal, no? Where the fuck are my Shields.” You shift your stance and lean your weight into one hip, and Sampo has to tear his eyes off the material shifting around your body with an audible gulp that he immediately regrets, nearly whimpering when he practically feels you unbutton the sheath on your hip. You continue, “Don’t tell me you went and made promises behind my back that you can’t keep now.” ending your sentence with a big sigh, you button the sheath of your blade back up and turn around, sitting down on the squeaky bed in the middle of the room.
This is his chance to make a quick getaway. He’ll try to find whoever he promised over half of the 50'000 Shields to and try to find a way to steal them back. He was pretty quick on his feet and… well the tiniest needling guilt makes its way into his heart. You were working with him for a pretty long time now, he’d hate to lose your loyalty and companionship. He tries to concentrate, and he’s almost at the window before your harsh words rip a way into his guilt ridden mind.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He turns around with his famous fake laughter before babbling something about the fresh air. You spit out a “Sneaky little fucker.” and his instincts take over and he ducks, the second blade flies over his head, nearly separating his beautiful hair from his head.
Unsure of how he got himself into this situation, Sampo tries to settle down on your lap, but he can’t stop squirming. Knees on either side of your hips he tries to make himself comfortable. Cringing every time the bed squeaks underneath the combined weight of you two. He also feels you laugh against his chest but he can’t find it in himself to feel offended, rather… he’s grateful you seem less mad now.
You trail your hands up his muscular thighs, feeling the material of his pants and the leather garters. “You owe me this much, yeah? Losing my 25’000 Shield, probably to save your own ass or something...” you sneer, clearly upset about the monetary loss.
You notice how he’s uncharacteristically quiet, nervously glancing back and forth. So you decide to lean forward a little and rake your nails against his lower back lightly, immediately making him arch his back with a shuddery breath. He quickly bites his lower lip, and his wide eyes make contact with yours. When you give him a smirk in return he quickly closes his eyes and looks away. Very clearly embarrassed about this. So you take this insanely rare opportunity and continue teasing him.
Sneaking your hands underneath his shirt, you run your nails along his back, one after the other and feel him flinch lightly at each nail dragging itself against his skin. Trying to get away from the ticklish sensation he has to move forward, closer to you. Gloved hands place themselves subconsciously on your shoulders and when you glide your hands over to his sides he realizes what he’s doing. But after seeing that you’re not cutting his hands clean off, he keeps them there, he even sneaks them forward and around your shoulders slightly.
Meanwhile you are rubbing your thumb up and down the exposed V-line, giggling at the cute way he clings to you. Who knew he’d be this sensitive, and you haven’t even touched him anywhere special or intimate. You trail your hands further up, towards his chest and when your fingertips reach his already puffed up areolas he whimpers. Before you can pull back and take a good look at his, probably debauched, flustered face he snakes his arms further around you and tries to hide himself from you by burying his head into your shoulder. How adorable.
You smile against his broad shoulder, and inch your hands further up, tapping against the nipple hiding itself from your view. Not wasting time you roll it in between your fingers and feel delight was over you with every flinch from the man above you. You feel the way he shifts and turns his face inside to your neck, feeling the pants against the skin there. You let the cute pebbled nipple go and instead grab underneath the muscle of his pecs and squeeze his tits together. Then massaging the fleshy fat underneath the palms of your hands and he can’t hide the way his breath hitches everytime your palm rubs itself over his areola.
But you want to see more.
“Let me go.” command ringing clearly in his head, but he reluctantly lets go and leans back slightly, unsure hands hanging in the air between the two of you. You smile gently, “good boy. You listen so well.” His face flushes a cute pink at the unexpected praise, clearly catching him off guard. You waste no time and continue, “Lift your shirt for me. Let me see them.”
Sampo hides his flustered face in the palm of his hands quickly, before sighing and lifting the fabric up.
“Higher.”
He lifts it up further, until his pink areola and nipple come into view. His pink… pink… pink? Now that’s unexpected. Right there, on his broad chest, pink areolas and nipples adorn his big pecs. You can’t tear your eyes away from them. The intense gaze burns into his skin and Sampo can’t help but whine pathetically. You’re gonna stare a hole into him at this point.
You glance up at him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, unable to look you in the eyes right now. Broken out of your trance you lean forward and latch your mouth onto one of his tits. He gasps so cutely and leans back out of instinct or reflex. But you’re not one to let go so quickly and follow with. You wrap your arms around his lower back and continue sucking his tit into your warm mouth, more and more until he’s trying to push at your shoulders.
It’s too much. Too much for him, already horny out of his mind after you toy with his body, and now you’re sucking on his most sensitive parts like it’s nothing. He’s shaking against your strong frame, squirming and accidentally grinding his hips down onto yours.
You continue your ministrations on his other nipple, and sneak your hands down, past the slight dimples on his lower back and into his pants. You curse him for wearing a stupid belt, making the entry way harder than it has to be. You grab two fistfuls of his ass and relish in the way he moans out loud into the empty room. Kneading the flesh of his ass you continue teasing the nipple in your mouth, running your tongue across it over and over again. Even grazing your teeth against it lightly. The tiny “ah ah ah”s leaving him are like music to your ears. A beautifully lewd melody, replaying in your head on loop.
This is bad. Sampo quickly realizes that he’s in big trouble. His pants are unbelievably tight, even more so after you shoved your hands into the back of them. But more so than that it's that he’s losing control of the sounds leaving him, the situation you’ve got him in and his body. Relinquishing control, even to you who he has known for a while, was never his plan. Not that he hates it, in fact he’s never been more turned on in his life. But… he’s not very experienced. He feels himself blush even more when the embarrassing thoughts come flooding back to him. All he knows is how to please someone else and quickly. Sloppy blowjobs for a sleazy businessman in a dark alley somewhere, fingers buried deep inside of a woman behind the bar late at night. Always to get himself out of sticky situations scot-free. Always quick to escape once the people where to fucked out or hazy minded to notice him slip away into the shadows.
What’s worse is that once you’ve had your fun with his ass and his nipples, you glide your hands upwards and rub his neck gently. Lovingly almost. He feels himself let out a choked out breath.
You smile gently, "Most people have a sensitive area." You rake your nails over the skin of his neck again. "Is it your neck?" You touch his shoulders, "maybe even your shoulders," and then you reach up and gently rub his earlobe. "Right here? Are your ears sensitive?" You snicker at the way his mouth falls open, and he flushes an even deeper shade of red.
“What? The renowned Sampo, rendered speechless?” You continue further up and rub the shell of his ear more. He finds himself wriggling away. “Well, at least this part of you is honest with me.” You sigh dramatically and remove your hand from his ear, just to reach in between you and palm his hardon through his pants. The whimper he lets out is downright delicious.
You continue your grabbing and teasing of his dick through his pants, and once again he finds himself trying to hug you closer, so embarrassed at the way the bed squeaks with every grind he does. Leaning his head down onto your shoulder he doesn’t expect your soft lips on his neck so quickly, kissing his warm flushed skin. Almost like you’re trying to kiss him better and his heart stings with something he quickly forces down again.
Peppering kisses all over him is what makes this all so fun, you even press kisses to his shoulder, maybe even in quiet gratitude for his trust in you. Letting you take him apart while safely seated on your lap. You lean away from his shaky shoulder and grab a fistful of his hair, dragging his head up, making him face you.
“Stick out your tongue.”
He complies almost mindlessly, sticking out his tongue with a confused look on his face. You guide his face towards yours and press your own tongue against his, playing around with him while he tries to keep up, each movement confusing him more. He’s so eager that you’re sure he doesn’t want to stop right now. So you stop him and bite down on his tongue lightly, and quickly suck on the appendage while focusing your other hand on the head of his dick, pressing down harder on him, making him whimper against your mouth. His hands find themselves on your shoulders again, bunching up the fabric in his fists.
You can practically feel the tension underneath your palm, you’re sure he feels close. His dick is twitching underneath the dark fabric and he seems way more eager and desperate when you finally press your lips against his fully. He clumsily moves his lips against yours, trying to deepen the kiss immediately. But he doesn’t get very far with your hand still buried deeply into his hair, grabbing the tuft of it closest to his scalp so as to not hurt him. But he can’t really move when you pull him back and steer him however you desire. Always whining so cutely into each kiss when you harshly pull him around.
When he feels himself nearly burst he moans so loudly into the kiss it's hard not to notice. But you don’t plan on stopping so you continue palming him through his pants. And he pretty quickly pulls you into a tight hug when he grinds his hips up into your hand, hips twitching and tensing up when he finally gets pushed over the edge. All the tension leaving his groin and pushing through his dick out into his underwear. He cums in long spurts, soiling his underwear more and more, cum slowly seeping through the fabric and creating a darker stain on his pants. He shudders and breaths quickly against your lips. Even more so when you smile into the half kiss.
After he’s come down from his high, hips still twitching every now and then you snort against the kiss, quickly removing yourself from his lips and turning away, laughing to yourself.
Sampo’s dumbfounded face will burn itself into your memory. He gulps and his eyebrows furrow themselves together, lips pressed together. He’s clearly taken aback by the sudden mood change, growing a little insecure the harder you laugh. You wipe a tear away and grab his chin, bringing him closer and pressing one last sweet kiss to them. He confusedly accepts the kiss.
“Sampo… you’re not that experienced, are you?” You break out into laughter again when he flushes the deepest shade of red you’ve ever seen. He scrambles to get off of you and hastily but you’re quick to pull him back and bury your face in his chest. He stammers some sort of excuse while you laugh harder and harder at him. To keep him in place you shove your hands into the back of his pants once again and relish in the way he gasps.
What you don’t see is the flustered way he brings his arms around you and instead of a flushed face it slowly morphs into an endearing smile. He’s really really glad you aren’t mad at him anymore.
cw: praise kink, voyeurism, taking pictures right after her climax, fingering, sex toys, lingerie
a/n: thank you for your patience for this request! the pressure was unbearable /hj only 1.1k words so pretty short but sweet imo!
(these colors are so march 7th I have to)
"turn your head, just a little."
"like this?" March ever so slightly corrects her pose, turning her head a little further to the left. "....good?"
"perfect." You give a happy sigh before you hide most of your face behind the camera again, waiting just a few seconds before finally pressing down on the shutter button. You snap a few more, as March automatically begins shifting her body around, changing up her poses, just for you.
As much as she can that is.
the faint buzzing would easily be missed any other time, but the two of you are alone, the room is otherwise silent. not in an uncomfortable way, of course. but there was an undeniable tension in the air. an unspoken desire. something pulling at you to act the way you do. to say the things you say.
Clicking through the shots you absentmindedly say, "they all turned out so good... you are so beautiful March..." and when a small hiccup can be heard, you whip your head up towards the woman across from you, a faint pink dusting her cheeks as she sheepishly looks off to the side. nervously playing with the sheer material, laying itself across her body like it's meant to be there. snug fit accentuating her body in the warm light. she's incredibly beautiful. breathtaking even.
the lingerie was picked by her, having to choose between several sets you had laid out for her, she chose the white set. while she put on her stockings you snapped away, as you had before, trying to capture her beauty from many different angles. in whatever way you can. she grew even more embarrassed at being caught in what she claims to be "strange moments", but you will cherish them dearly nonetheless. and she doesn't really resist or ask you to delete them, the blush never leaves her face. she continues to play dress-up for you, secretly relishing in the onslaught of praise thrown her way. it does feel good to be desired, you would know. all the times march has focused on you, tried to give and give and give more pleasure to you, now is finally her turn. and you want to keep this moment forever, to persist not just in your mind.
you snap yet another picture as you stand up and step closer. her bravado slowly breaking, with each minute the vibrator keeps buzzing away, nestled right against a spot inside of her that makes her hips twitch, and a knot start to form in her abdomen. when you come to a standstill in front of her slightly shaking form, you lower the camera, revealing your face. march nearly loses her breath from the sheer amount of desire seeping out of your gaze. it's strangely empowering for her, to be the object of your desire for once.
you set the camera aside carefully, march would have your head if you didn't, and reach out to your girlfriend. gently running a hand over her pink cheek, she leans into your touch while closing her eyes. she gives a relieved sigh at the contact with you, much more at ease when you're close to her, not sitting far away with a camera hiding your face from her. she enjoys preserving herself through pictures, but she much prefers when she can see her reflection in your eyes, seeing herself in the eyes of her lover.
it doesn't take long for you to lay her down softly onto the bed, gently cradling her like a precious treasure. two bodies melting into a mess of tangled limbs and eager kisses. you can't keep your hands off of her, sneaking your fingertips between the layers of soft materials. the fabric feels nice on your skin. soon you tilt her head away by nudging your face into the junction between her neck and shoulders, pressing eager kisses there. it's her sensitive spot, that much is obvious from the way she presses her thighs together, letting out breathy whines from her puffed up lips. while you lavish her soft skin in kisses, your hand sneaks its way down past the waistband and into her panties. there's not a lot of fabric to cover her pretty pussy or your fingers and their ministrations, but it doesn't matter, you like giving her a little peek. and even if she can't see it, she can definitely hear the lewd squelching that fills the room.
she gives an embarrassed chuckle, holding onto you tightly so that you won't lift your head from her neck, so that you won't look at her flushed face. you smile into her shoulder as you plunge your fingers continuously into her already soaked entrance. your fingers even hit the bullet vibrator, buzzing away inside of her already. then slowly gathering her essence, you pull them out again in order to circle her sensitive clit with it. her hands dig into you as they slowly shower her in pleasure and love. but the pace is much too slow for her liking. a long whine leaves her, the adam's apple in her throat bobbing slightly when she swallows hard. "go... go faster, please."
you oblige with an endeared smile. you hook your fingers into the little toy as you gently nibble on her collarbone. pushing the little vibrator with your fingers right against the spongy spot inside of her, the one that has her hips twitch immediately. she eagerly starts moving her pussy against your hand too, trying to rub her swollen clit on the rough palm of your hand. needing more.
and it's only when the squelching turns into downright obscene sloshing, that you lift your head to get a good look at her. her face is flushed and her pretty puffed up lips are parted, eager and pleasured moans leaving her quickly. she bites her lips as her gaze locks onto yours, and even though she feels slightly embarrassed... she doesn't look away. only when she has to fight to keep her eyes open, impending climax looming over her, is when she breaks the intense eye contact. she throws her head back as her eyes scrunch closed, eyebrows furrowed together. a loud and elongated groan leaves her, followed by quick whines as the knot unravels and she finally lets go. you coax her come out of her with your fingers, not stopping your movements as you pull your hand back inside of her. her body shakes as the climax washes over her and that only subsides after a few minutes, until she's only twitching with the aftershocks. you pull out your fingers slowly, carefully tugging at the little cable of the toy, removing that too and finally letting her rest.
the snap of the camera shutter catches her off guard as her tired eyes find yours, peeking out from behind the camera. you stare silently at each other until you both burst into soft and breathless giggles.
