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.
no no no you guys just don’t get it. irl i’m fucking small, okay? like i’m 163cm. 5’3 or however that would turn out to be. and you guys need to understand that being that small and having an s/o who’s an absolute giant compared tk you (bonus points if they’re in a position of power and commanding) and yet to have your powerful s/o become nothing more than a pathetic whining, whimpering mess who’s just begging for your touch while on their knees with tears welling in their eyes *bangs head against wall bangs head against wall bagns head against wall*
imagine being the lover of jing yuan. he’s a powerful man, a literal general of an entire army and yet the moment he sees you, he’s tugging on your sleeve, pouting as he asks for you to touch him. he’s been such a good boy and holding himself back for you, please help him out? he can get you your favorite snacks! or do you need shoulder massages? jing yuan is running around like an errand boy, trying to please you jusg so he can feel your hand tightly wrapped around his cock.
imagine being the lover of blade. he’s a scary guy. quiet, reserved, cruel and most definitely won’t hesitate to resort to murder if he wants something. or simply if he felt like it. imagine him crawling on your lap with loud whines and soft whimpers, grinding his hard on on your thigh. you always tell him to learn how to use his words but bladie just never seems to get it. maybe you should edge him again until he learns his lesson?
imagine being the lover of gepard landau. he’s the captain of the silvermane guards. the most trusted man and silvermane guard in the entirety of belebog. the people adore him and his subordinates look up to him, wanting to be strong and reliable just like their captain. if only they knew their captain was wearing a hidden collar underneath his high collared undershirt. one that said just who he would kneel to.
imagine being the lover of sampo. he’s a cheeky guy. lies and manipulation tactics ready up his sleeve. he knows how to weasel his way out of every dirty situation. but he would never lie to you. never you. not when you made it clear on just how rough you can be in the bedroom after finding out he lied about not tricking one of the astral express crew. but sometimes, sampo wants to lie again and have you know of it just so he can be put in impossible positions while he sobs and drools deliriously.
imagine being the lover of imbibitor lunae. he is the high elder of vidyadhara, the most respected individual amongst his own race. he’s elegant, divine, ethereal, calm and collected. a person of authority and power. if only the people knew just good you wreck him with only just your fingers. how his tail would curl around you asking for more while he sobs for you to be gentle. he’s always so sensitive in his vidyadhara form. just tug on his tail or guide his head to between your legs by his horns, he would become a mindless, pliant baby in no time.
imagine being the lover of welt. he’s a calm and serious man of the astral express crew. often being their guidance and pillar to lean on when things get a bit too much. heck, sometimes he even acts like a tired dad (that “maaarrrcchhhh” scene in xianzhou quest). hell, he was even formerly the second herrscher of reason, a being that’s literally able to bend the physics of reality itself. and yet he would do anything just so he can feel you around him. he wouldn’t hesitate to try and please you so he can be inside your warm walls, moaning and trembling as you ride him.
imagine being the lover of kafka. she’s a scary woman, no doubt. just a single whisper and you would be nothing more than her cute little puppet. and yet she uses her powers for more… different reasons when with you. ordering you to fuck her cunt, finger her open in the dark alleyway, to let her sit on your face so she can ride herself into overstimulation. kafka loves when you’re in control. especially when wringing orgasm after orgasm from her shaking body.
imagine being the lover of himeko. she’s the one who rebuilt the astral express, a respected and well known genius of a beautiful lady. anyone would be lucky to meet her. but the only luck himeko wants is to feel your fingers inside her. how she would give everything just so she can hear you whisper all sorts of vile things in her ear as you pinch her clit, telling her to keep quiet so she won’t wake up the others.
🥀A/n: yall dont understand my feral urge to dom this man he is so fine i swear im normal but ohhhh myyyyy gooood
🥀CW: marking, hickeys and biting, rough sex, reader is sorta mean, dirty talk
Sampo squirmed beneath you, your hands gripping tight enough on his hips to leave a generous bruise.
"please... please just put it in!" you had sampo bent over your desk, his hands scratching at the wood as he trembled. you were pressing so, so close to his entrance yet you were so, so far.
"do you really think you deserve it? you really think you deserve my cock after teasing me all day, even while i was working?" it was true, everyone knew sampo had a tendency to be irritating however he had been getting on your last nerve. all day he had been whispering the filthiest things in your ear, subtly brushing his hands in places that made you shiver, whimpering or moaning softly as you passed by only to pretend as if nothing happened.
"answer me doll, you know i dont like waiting," you say, yanking his hair back sharply to see his face. his expression was truly pathetic, eyes filled with tears and cheeks flushed a delicious red.
"i promise i'll be good, please, please i need you" his pathetic begging and whimpering only made you more aroused, and you decided to indulge him. you sunk your teeth into his neck, leaving a harsh bruise. you contine to mark him until you find a spot that makes his breath hitch. focusing in on that one area, you thrust into him fully and suddenly, and a shocked gasp which melted into a choked moan left his mouth. he leaned forward, his whole body was shaking in time with your thrusts. you wrapped a hand around to rest it on his lower abdomen, you could feel his muscles clenching and unclenching as you pounded into him harder.
"look at you, panting like a bitch in heat. where'd all that confidence go? did the little slut just need to get his hole fucked? your really so desperate for me, such a pretty little whore."
he let out a soft sob of pleasure, and you continued your assault on his neck, until he was whimpering and keening at the scrape of your teeth. his noises began to grow louder and louder, and you wrapped your hand around his hard dick. precum was already spilling from the tip, and he bucked his hips needily.
"im close, aah~ im close please, please let me cum" his pleas came out in between pants and moans, and you could feel his cock pulsing in your hand. you pushed him down further against the desk, fucking into him at a new position that allowed you to go deeper, hitting that special spot inside him.
"o-ohh please please, its so good please im gonna- im gonna cum aah~"
"dont you dare come until i tell you too," you say roughly, delivering a soft slap to his ass as he whimpers. you continue to thrust into him and you can feel his body begging for release. his cock is throbbing and his shoulder shake with every thrust of your hips. hes growing louder and louder, and his moans only spurred you on.
"go on, doll. release for me, dont you want to be good?" sampo nodded feverishly, bucking his hips harder against you. a few more harsh thrusts and he came suddenly, spurts of his cum covering the front of your desk. you gently sat him down in your leather chair that had previously been pushed aside, and admired your work. his hips were bruising in the delicious shape of your handprints, and his back was littered with hickeys and scratches from pushing him into the desk.
suddenly, you pushed him against the back of the chair, and his eyes widened as you wrap your hand around his cock. he was still coated in his own arousal, and you felt him begin to harden again in your hand.
"wha- what are you-"
"aw, you didn't seriously think i was done with you pretty boy, hmm?"
AUUUGH HES SO FIIINEEEE UHRHDHDBSH I AM NEW TO HONKAI BUT OHHHHH MYTYYTY GAAAAAUUUFUDDBKSNSJNDJDND I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS FILTH
