#sampo fluff

★ and there you meet THIEF!SAMPO for the very first time. all it takes is a moment of separation from your knight to get swallowed up by the bustling crowd, panic consuming you as not a single face is considered familiar. all until you hear a sleazy voice ask can i help you, miss. it’s less of a question and more a statement, and your sweet, naive self graciously accepts his offer without a second thought- succumbing to his cheshire grin.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who is, admittedly, acting rather out of character when he sees you and decides to strike up a conversation rather than rob you of the pretty pendant adorning your neckline. there’s just something about you that makes you stick out from the crowd like a sore thumb, and it draws him to you like a moth to a flame. you’re hiding something, he can tell, and he’s determined to figure out what.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who insists that he’s a thief with standards, not some petty lowlife who follows women home and waits for his moment to strike. but his curiosity is piqued when he hears a man frantically calling your name, calling you his lady, and ushering you away from the festival’s grounds. and so he goes against his waning moral code, and tails the two of you. at a distance, of course.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who can’t help but notice the disparities between the two of you. how unaware you are of your surroundings, walking as if taking a stroll through the park while the man scanned every which way for signs of danger. a shame that he couldn’t quite notice sampo’s careful trail.

★ THIEF!SAMPO whose eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he realises exactly where you were all heading. he figured that you were rich, but royalty? that’s a new one, even for him. he decides to hang back now, merely observing as the pair of you enter the castle through a concealed opening in the wall, cogs turning in his head as he devises a plan for a heist that practically fell into his lap.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who counts his lucky stars when the palace soon announces a most extravagant royal ball, open for all nobles across all the lands to attend. security will be at its highest, but it’s child’s play for somebody of his calibre. he reaches out to his few contacts in the underworld of belobog, throwing together a costume for this masquerade ball befitting of a nobleman.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who shows up that very night, slipping past the checks for a name on the guest list, snagging a glass of champagne, and camouflaging himself in the crowd of high society debutantes who are much too wine-drunk to notice an earring or two going missing and just happening to fall into his nimble fingers’ grasp.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who is bemused by it all, at just how easy it is to make his way into the castle and most likely get away with enough jewels to drown him should he fall into a river. and then there is a lull in conversation, the crystalline sound of a spoon tapping against a delicate glass that cuts through the atmosphere and forces sampo to just look where everybody else does.

★ THIEF!SAMPO listens, rather than watches, as a man announces the very purpose as to why these fine people are all gathered here tonight- to find the princess a hand in marriage. the dots connect in sampo’s mind when attention is drawn to the grand marble staircase within the room, and he sees you appear at the top, looking much lovelier than you did at the festival all those nights ago. a shame that you’re to be betrothed, he supposes. you seemed like a sweet young woman.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who, painfully aware of the fact that he has to start leaving soon, cannot help but watch in awe as you descend the staircase, practically gliding your way down with grace and poise. but even from his place in the crowd he can tell that your demeanour is entirely different from when he met you in person, muted and contained as opposed to your more free-spirited enjoyment of the festival.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who, against his better nature, pushes his way through the crowd along with all other princes from across the lands, getting to you just that bit quicker, and offering his hand to dance. the way you look up at him, eyes seemingly memorising his every feature, makes his heart skip a beat in a way he assumed it was no longer capable of doing until now. and the pair of you dance, much to the chagrin of every other potential suitor. he even catches the eye of that blond man who had accompanied you, who scowled at him with an icy glare that looked like it could tear him apart from where he stood, positioned by the doors.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who merely responds by holding you a little closer to him, scandalous enough to make the older women titter. but instead of embarrassing you, it is him who is caught entirely off guard when you raise up to your tiptoes, lips grazing his velvet mask, and whisper into his ear how you remember him, and how you didn’t know princes lived in villages with a conspiratorial smile right as your first dance with him ends.

★ THIEF!SAMPO who sees the royal guards beginning to close in on him, but before he leaves he swears to himself that he’ll find a way to see you again.

★ and after you watch the violet-haired man disappear once again into the crowd with a farewell glance over his shoulder, you are soon swept into the arms of none other than PRINCE!BLADE. moments before you had made your appearance, you had been informed of one specific suitor that it was imperative you danced with as soon as possible. the prince of a neighbouring kingdom, one that would be a most valuable ally to have, the royal advisor had emphasised to you. he had neglected to show you a picture of the man, but something in your heart of hearts told you that it was him leading you across the dancefloor right now.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who is handsome, painfully so, but his disgruntled face somewhat mars his features as he frowns down at you and asks who that man was. he seems displeased by your shrug of an answer, though still continues to dance with you, hands and feet guiding you through the waltz with all the precision and artistry of a robot.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who remains silent until the end of the song, not relinquishing his grip on you, and much to your surprise leading you directly into another dance and ignoring the other suitors waiting their turn. who murmurs to you in his raspy voice, barely audible over the swell of the orchestra, if you know that this is all a charade. you remain as poised as ever, the slightest shake of your head indicating your answer as the prince sighs, before guiding you into a spin.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who turns out to be the first to inform you of the fact that it was a predetermined decision that the two of you are to be wed as soon as possible. he smirks at the briefest expression of shock that passes over your face, the song ending and him kissing the back of your hand before taking his leave. every dance after his absence is agonising, the urge to run to anyone and find out whether this was true or not almost too overbearing to handle. your knight gepard seems to notice this frustration, as he whisks you away from the ball the first chance he gets, listening in attentive silence as you rant about this new information before finally retiring to your chambers and falling into a fitful sleep.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who turned out to be entirely right as your royal advisor oh-so-graciously informs you the next morning to prepare for the upcoming arrangements of your wedding. Not even a month later there’s a royal procession, for you to be hosted most graciously by the young king blade at his own estate. your ladies in waiting are permitted to accompany you, though your bodyguard is to be left behind as a show of good faith (much to his chagrin).

★ PRINCE!BLADE who welcomes you personally when your carriage arrives safely within his grounds, cordial but without warmth. there’s a dead look in his eyes that makes you shiver, that makes you shrink into yourself within his presence, and the start of your official courtship is stony, with a dead silence in the dining halls spare the occasional scrape of your utensils.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who starts these mandatory dinners seated all the way at the other end of the table. rows and rows of seats separate the two of you, though you were sure that any amount of distance between you would do little to quell the iciness of his presence. all traces of his amicability from when he had danced with you at the ball seemed like they had happened in a different lifetime so long ago. maybe they had, you supposed.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who leaves you alone, for the most part. he makes no further efforts on his part to engage with you beyond what he has to, leaving you to your own devices to entertain yourself day to day. sure, you had your belongings and staff brought with you to reside within his castle, but the new surroundings were only so exciting before the novelty wore off. he joined you for walks around his castle's grounds for the sake of the courtship, which felt more salt in the wound than cordiality with the outcome of marriage being one and the same regardless of how these few months proceeded.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who seems as thrilled as you do at this prospect. but nonetheless, the two of you play your part, leisurely walks across his grounds and meals together always supervised by some chaperones. and despite the pair of you being in the exact same predicament, he seems to direct his frustrations at you- his responses to your questions curt, barely touching you unless he absolutely had to, dialogue so painful you almost preferred the silence.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who does little to quell your fears of ending up betrothed to a contemptuous man. you try to put on a brave face, be as warm and as friendly with him as possible- and shiver in the coldness that creeps into your mind and body as you console yourself at night. you think that you do well at containing this fear to your private chambers, though there are moments far and few between where blade appears to pierce through your veil, his dull eyes sharpening as they hone onto some tell in your face that you could not identify in your practiced expression in the mirror each morning.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who gradually, oh so slowly, begins to warm up to you. if you blinked you would miss it, but it's in the slightest details of how he acts around you. the twitch of his fingers against your palm as he guides you across his gardens. his usually rigid gait pausing to allow you to truly soak in your surroundings, the way his gaze softens a touch as he watches the wonder upon your face, before he remembers himself, coughing and straightening up as if it had never happened.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who, despite all intentions to remain detached, cannot resist your charms. if he remained cold, this would all be so much easier, he thinks to himself. a line in the sand that would remain undisturbed, would not impinge upon his waking and dreaming thoughts. would not have him finding himself hoping for the first time in a long time.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who finally bares himself to you, if only slightly. it was a particularly juvenile decision on both of your parts- the warmth of the spring day must have caused some error in his judgement, for he found himself bending to reach your ear, pleased to see the way your breath hitches as his lips brush your skin. how you can only nod as he whispers to you, asking if the two of you should run away together right now.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who tugs you alongside him, an odd lightness in his step as he hears your breathless laugh, the two of you weaving through tall shrubbery until you are well and truly alone, away from watchful eyes. who laughs without the weight of the past holding his face sullen, as the two of you catch your breath most desperately.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who lets himself bask in the moment just a little moment longer before reality sets in again. before the outraged shouts of your chaperones became too audible. he takes a hold of your hands, so delicate against his bandaged and scar-mottled skin, eyes finally meeting your surprised ones with something akin to life swimmng in his

★ PRINCE!BLADE who swears to you, then and there, that despite the unideal nature of your engagement, he shall do everything he can to make it bearable. who promises you that you need not be his wife in private should you not wish to be.

★ PRINCE!BLADE who doesn't give you a chance to respond before making the two of you known to the small search party, who does not wait for you to tell him that you would not particularly mind being his wife, no matter the occasion

oh, JING YUAN, elegant, refined, and adroit in both marksmanship and leadership. the great general can only fall pilant to one certain foe— you. your hands sift through his hair, locks of snow terribly soft and frizzy in all directions. " it's so soft," you pull the loose strands into makeshift hairstyles of sorts. he looked enchanting as ever, golden rays of light catching his locks in a replenishment shine; then again, he always looked picturesque. the room was quiet, save for his deep sighs that sent a flutter to your heart. jing yuan turns his head to glance at you, but you quickly usher him to sit still as you work out the knots. he couldn't help himself. he just wanted to see your cute face scrunch up in concentration and kiss your jutted lips. he finds appreciation in these details, signaling your endless care for him. he gently pries away one of your hands, placing kisses along the knuckles. " don't worry, my dear," he smiles, moving to kiss your wrist. " i'm all yours." (honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you found a bird hiding deep within the roots. he merely chuckles, kissing your thigh in a show of tenderness. he's far too entranced with your hands tangling in his roots to concern himself with the actual nest he's housing.)

DAN HENG was reading a book, and his hair was just there; loosely tied together in a neat presentation. honestly, how could something taunt you so much, and how could he look so ethereal by just reading?? he notices see you in the corner of his eye, his curiosity already piqued before you even got his hair. " what trouble are you stirring up to this time," he blatantly inquires, serious as ever but deterred by a gentle tone he always speaks to you in. "oh nothing," you giggle. "carry on reading." he cocks a brow but remains quiet. despite himself, he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching when you start to weave your hands in the strands. you tended it with care, combing it out with your fingers and dan heng couldn't bring himself to foucs on the words anymore. he nearly shivers when you suddenly press a kiss to the nape of his neck, his sharp exhale occupying the silence. after a couple blissful moments, he pulls away, book long discarded on the table. you hardly got the chance to whine, not when he gently brings you to sit on his lap. " standing won't be necessary," his hand settles on your hips, pecking you on the cheek. " you will be more comfortable this way."

the skeptical look in GEPARD'S eye progressively falters the longer you curl your fingers in his roots. instead, a form of bliss comes to blend into his countenance, and his lips gape into an 'o' pair with a rosy blush in brew from the proximity. it was hard not to get butterflies in your chest when he rubbed his cheek into your palm. and his eyes went heavy when you scratched the area beneath his ear; he was almost like a puppy of sorts. " you're the most handsome man I know," your lips brush the corner of his mouth, the skin growing warm from your words. before you could pull away, his hand grabs your face and brings you in for a kiss proper - it's messy and hurried, still lacking experience but nonetheless effective in sending a wave of anticipation up your spine." can we stay like this forever?" he shuffles closer to you, nose bumping yours; your hands were still buried deep within his blonde hair and he nearly whines when you brush your thumb over his scalp. the sensation, coupled with your synchronized inhales and exhales was nearly numbing. without realizing it, gepard tucks a loose strand of your own behind your ear, a lovestruck grin finding his lips. when you nod, his smile reaches his eyes.

its no secret that LUOCHA adores your touch. you weren't sure how long he's been using your lap as a pillow, sleepily blinking at you as his hand stroked your thigh. a hum escapes him when you experimentally ran a nail down his head; the way his eyes fluttered shut was almost instantaneous, and he tilted his head to the side to grant you more access. he pushes back the temptation to squirm when you curl your hands on the back on his head, the baby hairs responding to your touch. luocha thinks he might just fall asleep like this, his grip turning lax against your clothes. it's only when you move to twirl his bangs around your pinky that it returns stubbornly. " are you teasing me?" he chooses to ignore the way his heart tickles when you cup his face, batting your eyelashes at him. " i'm just looking at you, you're handsome." he smiles against his own rationality, the expression warming you up far more than the sun's rays ever could. he pinches your chin gently, pulling you down until your lips meet in a sloppy movement, tasting like the jam you had fed him earlier. when his eyes fall shut you had the opportunity to fully admire his bliss expression, lopsided and bright. " thank you," he guides your hand back into his hair but not before pressing a kiss to the palm. " indulge me a little more, my love?"

Sampo

“She’s something special, that’s for sure..” “When I first met her, I was just doing my usual routine and scamming some people. And then I ran into her and…oh boy.” “From the very first time I started talking to her…I instantly knew she was different. No one else in the Overworld or the Underground caught my attention like she did…” “I spent more and more time with her and I got to know her more and more. And I just..I don’t know how to explain it. There was something about her that just drew me in. I don’t know if it was her personality or if it was just the way she was so effortlessly charming, but I just started feeling this weird feeling in my chest every time I would be around her..”

Welt Yang

"It's... hard to describe our relationship. We didn't start as anything. We bonded, we grew, and we slowly fell in love over time."

"It sounds cliche, but we just... feel at home when we're with each other. That's the simplest way to describe it."

"What's so special about her?"

"There's lots of special things about her. I could talk for hours if I wanted to, but I'll summarize it in two main traits: She is kind to a fault, even towards those who do her wrong.

She's very, very stubborn."

Gepard

"Ah... where do I start..... well we've been a relationship for a while now, we enjoy doing lot's of stuff together, such as eating, walking around the city, sometimes I take her to train a bit, but she really doesn't have a talent for it, I take her to dates from time to time...." "I love her.... very much...." "I.... there are so many things I like about her. She's very kind, she's funny, has a nice sense of humor, she very attractive-" "She's perfect... for me... I can't really imagine my life without her....."

Argenti

"I have a deep affection for y/n. I admire their strength and determination, and their beauty makes my heart race." "W-well, whenever I look at them, it's as if time around me stops, all I can focus on is them. Whenever I hear their voice, my heart leaps, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind... a-and whenever they touch me, my skin tingles..." "It's as if... my whole world revolves around them..."

^REBLOG W/ COMMENTS AND I WILL MAKE A PART 2^

“WHAT DID YOU DO?”

Sampo jolted up to an upright sitting position when he heard you yelling at him. Looking towards the direction of your voice, he tilted his head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

You ripped open the bathroom door with wide, frantic eyes. You didn’t even need to point to the bruises on your neck, collarbone, and chest. “This! What is this?! When, how, why did this happen!”

Shrugging, he gave a half smile. “Well, we were making out last night. And you didn’t have a shirt on…”

“STILL!”

“Well, things like this happen! I mean, you know how much of a turn on your chest is to me.” He teased, crawling over to your side of the bed, which was closer to the bathroom door.

You loudly sigh, dropping your hand from the door. “I have to work today! My coworkers are never going to let me live it down now!”

He chuckled before sliding off the bed, slinking up to you and pressing a long and sensual kiss on your lips and cheeks. You couldn't help but move with the caressing of his lips, even placing your hands low on his hips. He chuckled into the kiss, making you smile.

Pulling away, he whispered in your ear, “You have foundation to cover that up. You should use that.”

"I was going to say maybe I should just call out sick, but thank you for giving me a solution to my problem."

as one clearly might’ve made an estimate thus far, jing yuan needs you to be as sheltered as possible against his immersing cradle. your boyfriend evidently does not want to unintentionally overstep any boundaries with you and makes it his own personal responsibility to be an eager listener while also hugely monitoring when he senses it‘s okay to approach you a tad closer. as a general rule, the subdued signaling will wind up with jing yuan listlessly planting his palm on your lower back whenever you walk into, well, really anywhere; a fine scented flower shop was only one of such. greater yet— the man was a gentleman, opening the door for you and silently swaying his large hand up and down your back to voicelessly tell you that, yes indeed, he was present and there's nothing for you to worry about.

the fetching and enticing luocha who, in his immediate brilliance, had a charming practice of turning relatively flustered, cheeks swelled up whenever he thought about it— all in all, what in the eyes of his significant other was too much or too little, all your boyfriend wanted to proudly achieve was to hit that spotless middle and make you doubtlessly happy in the process. he coughs, managing to get his hand towards your lower arm before exhaling softly, it's done now, he realizes, lips twitching in the process when you're amusedly watching him fold, "this is awkward, don't you think?" you giggle, pointing towards the comical picture of luocha holding onto you— significantly resembling a child holding onto their parent in a grocery store. "lets try this instead." above you, you see a man with a blush on his handsome features, leaning into whatever you say as you effortlessly slip your fingers and tangle them into his own.

how would you, individualistically, describe your boyfriend sampo koski? by fair means, it was impossible, unthinkably out of the question. you often find yourself quite surprised and baffled on how fickle and unpredictable he appeared to be. wether it had been sampo suddenly grabbing a stern hold of your hand to twirl you around in front of everyone or him swiftly cutting you off mid speech to place a kiss on your parted lips. 'i felt like it', he says proudly, with that damned smirk caked around the sharp edges of his mouth, but 'i needs more' sampo will add on, only then he'll shut up in a satisfied bliss and let you carry on with the topic you had been rambling about to him.

you sometimes wonder if the general and your personal protector gepard could turn even cuter— the hint of a full shaded blush on his cheeks as he averts his gaze and nervously coughs into his hand. but do not get fooled, he cannot possibly help himself, it's not like he will ever get used to you agreeing to the silent, little flushed request of gepard longing to hold your hand. be it known throughout entire spaces, he certainly does not stop here, what held gepard's mind locked behind heart shaped clouds, was when you'd visit him at work sometimes— undeniably when he wasn't busy for once; the unwavering courage, as he referred to it, for you to smirkingly place a subtle kiss on his burning lips after encountering him was indescribable for the man, and this craving he went through now had become like an infinite road— forever, he hopes, you'd show him more of that flickering kindness, the one that had lifted any burdens off his soul.

upwardly subtle and efficiently sophisticated— the very two turns of phrases that would adequately describe welt‘s usual approach on you. if he had to speak out more clear to a subject such as pda, which he does more than you'd sometimes like to admit, he was personally not all too bothered nor interested on it. distinctly, it's not like he found any particular distaste in it, he simply has not spent any time going over it alone more sufficiently. in a clearer way did he not view it as something holding a significant importance in your relationship. but, from time to time, he too catches himself fall into it, especially when you‘re inviting him with open arms surrounded by precious friends and colleagues, awaiting a passion infused hug welt always did justice to.

"You stole a brooch out of the Wasteland Museum! What is there to be misunderstood about this?"

Sampo sighs dramatically and rolls his pretty green eyes as he runs his long fingers through his sweaty blue hair, brushing it out of his face, only for it to fall back immediately,

"I told you, I have no idea how it ended up in my bag. It must have fallen into it when I walked past the display case. Is it my fault that they didn't fix it correctly? They probably do that on purpose so they can chase innocent tourists through their dirty city!"

You draw in a deep breath and force yourself to count to ten before you exhale it slowly. Black spots dance before your eyes. The heat is almost unbearable.

Of course, you had expected high temperatures on a desert planet. Of course, you had done your research beforehand. But it couldn't prepare you for just how intense the heat feels. And it's even worse here in this cramped little space in the middle of the concrete jungle of this city.

But this isn't just about tolerating the heat. This is mostly about tolerating this idiot by your side. He tags along like some puppy, following you as if you are his owner, and he is waggling his tail and begging for your attention.

Yes, sure, the two of you have a history. You met years ago via some shady business, and yes, you ended up in his room above the bar that night, bouncing on his gorgeous cock until the sun rose. And yes, you have met many times over the years, and yes, it almost always leads to sex.

So yes, maybe you and Sampo Koski are business partners with certain benefits, if you can call it that. And maybe you think his face is nice to look at and that his cock is pretty talented.

But that doesn't mean you want him to follow you everywhere and drag you into his drama. Your head already hurts from the heat, and that idiot's incessant chattering and his ridiculous excuses only make it worse.

The extreme temperatures on this desert planet are enough to grate on your nerves. You don't need the additional trouble that is Sampo Koski!

You glare at him, barking at him that he should shut up. But he only gives you that infuriating, dazzling smile. His long fingers wander to his vest, and you blink as you watch those skilled fingers opening the buttons, revealing more and more of Sampo's skin.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? Taking off my clothes, of course. Maybe you didn't realize it yet, but it's a bit hot in here."

Sampo slips out of his vest and pulls the sleeveless shirt he wore underneath over his head, leaving him shirtless, only in his tight pants and leather gloves.

You gulp hard, coughing a little because your throat feels too dry all of a sudden. Sweat is glistening on Sampo's defined pecs, and his abs flex suddenly as he laughs that infuriating laugh.

"Are you checking me out, princess?"

His voice is teasing, seductive. You huff, hands balling into fists, pissed off at yourself for falling for his cheap tactics.

"Don't flatter yourself, Koski. I am delirious because of the heat, so forgive me for accidentally looking your way."

It’s stupid. You are being childish, and you know it. But this is how it always goes when Sampo Koski is near you, and you don't know how to stop it.

But he is right. Maybe taking off some clothes is a good idea. You take off your shirt, leaving you in your bra top. You let your head fall back against the counter you are leaning against, eyes fixing Sampo with a challenging glare. But his green-eyed gaze is busy traveling unashamedly over your half-exposed breasts.

A grin lifts the corners of your lips,

"Like what you see, Koski?"

Finally, those bright green eyes meet yours, but they don't show any sign of remorse. Sampo chuckles and has the nerve to wink at you,

"Of course I do."

"You really have no shame."

You shake your head and sigh.

How long have you been hiding here? Maybe you should check if the coast is clear. You get up from the dirty floor and lean over the counter, squinting your eyes, trying to peek through the dirty window. You flinch when you see a group of police officers passing the small shop. You step back quickly from the window...

... and almost scream out loud when you crash into something hard. Or someone. Sampo must have gotten up without you realizing it and is standing behind you now. Way too close.

His tall, firm body is pressing against you, his hot breath is ghosting over your neck, his teasing voice directly in your ear,

"Aww, do you want to be in my arms so I can keep you safe, sweetheart? Don't worry. Sampo Koski is here to the rescue."

You hiss and push him away, glaring at him.

"Get away from me, idiot. You are in my way."

Sampo draws in a sharp breath. He clutches his toned naked chest, looking at you with his pretty green eyes opened comically wide in fake shock. Always so dramatic.

"I am shocked! How can you say this to me? Me, your loyal companion on every planet! Your fair business partner! Your friend! Your lover! You rip my heart out, princess!"

"Oh yeah, do you mean the fair business partner who got me into this shitty situation? I could have already spent the last two hours looking for that relic! But now, thanks to you, I am trapped here, waiting until we can escape or get thrown into jail."

Sampo sighs dramatically. His long black lashes flutter innocently around those ridiculously green eyes, his stupid, pretty face settles into a pout.

"Aww, well, I could make it up to you. Sampo Koski isn't someone who leaves his customers unsatisfied."

You are about to ask him how exactly he thinks he can make it up to you, when he steps closer again. Before you know it, Sampo has you pinned against the dusty counter, and his tall body is pressing against your back again.

Large hands land on your hips, sprawling over them, so Sampo's fingertips brush teasingly over your lower tummy, dangerously close to a part of your body a normal business partner has no business touching.

Your pussy flutters in interest, heat pulsing in your clit.

You hate yourself for it, but you instantly press your ass against him, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning when you feel the familiar hardness of Sampo's large bulge rub against your ass.

Why do the two of you always end up like that? Why does every argument lead to sex? Why does he make you so wet when he infuriates you so much? And why does he get so hard from bickering with you? Why do the two of you get so horny for each other anytime you meet?

But you don't have time to worry about that because Sampo's hot mouth is on your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses on your skin, and his hands yank on your bra top, pulling it down. You gasp softly when your tits spill out, instantly getting cupped by Sampo's large hands. The leather of his fingerless gloves feels soft against your heated flesh. His fingers expertly tease your stiff nipples, making you embarrassingly wet for him.

He is grinding his clothed erection against your ass, gasping loudly against your neck, whining something about how good he can make you feel.

You can't take it anymore. You push down your shorts hastily, followed by your panties, before you bend over the counter to offer yourself to him. Your naked ass up in the air, leaning over so Sampo gets a good view of your swollen, wet pussy lips.

You look over your shoulder at Sampo, whose mouth is hanging open and whose heavy-lidded green eyes are staring at that wet place between your legs.

You roll your eyes exasperatedly and give your right ass cheek a firm slap, pulling him out of his daze.

"Come on, pretty boy! I thought you wanted to make it up to me! Get your cock out!"

Your voice sounds annoyed and commanding, but your face feels hot, and your heart is beating way too fast as you watch him pushing down his pants, freeing his large cock, which stands rock-hard for you, long and pretty with a slight curve, and a glistening wet light pink tip.

There are rumors that Sampo used to work in other fields before he became a mercenary. Rumors about certain red light district establishments. And you wouldn't be surprised if those rumors are true. Sampo is a gorgeous man with the most gorgeous cock you have ever seen. And even though you act as if it isn't so, he knows how to use that pretty cock.

So it's no wonder your pussy longs for him, betraying you and creaming up even more just at the sight of him.

A lazy smile spreads over his face, and he wraps a hand around that gorgeous cock, slowly stroking it, making fat drops of pre-cum trickle out of the pretty tip. You unconsciously lick your lips at the sight, and Sampo's smile grows.

"Awww, see, I knew you liked me!"

He sounds cocky, but his voice is too husky, giving away how horny he is for you.

You roll your eyes,

"Oh, shut up. Just bend me over this counter and fuck me already!"

He is behind you again in a split second, velvety wet cock rubbing teasingly over your ass cheeks, smearing his pre over your heated skin. Sampo laughs that stupid, annoying laugh before it turns into a shaky whine when his swollen cockhead slips between your cheeks and into your tight wet heat, stretching open your creamy cunt around his pretty tip.

"Ah... always such a pleasure to do business with you, sweetheart."

He practically sobs as he tries to go slow, only fucking you with his cockhead for a few seconds, making your nails dig into the counter, and a low growl escape your mouth at getting teased like that.

But luckily, Sampo can't keep up his little teasing game any longer, and instead, his long fingers tighten their hold on your hips, and Sampo snaps his hips, burying his long hard cock deep inside you, moaning loudly as your hot cunt twitches around him.

You hiss, pressing back against him, loving the slight burn of getting taken so suddenly, urging Sampo on to give you more.

He's panting loudly as he presses his tall body against you, one gloved hand landing in your hair and pushing your face down onto the dusty countertop, bending you so prettily over the former shop counter.

And then Sampo does that thing with his cock. The one where he humps your pussy for real now with those deep, harsh thrusts that always go so deep that you see stars. He is leaning over you, so much taller than you, caging you in, making your head spin from the feeling of being under him and getting fucked for real, hard and fast.

It's a nasty fuck, hot and needy in the middle of this dirty abandoned shop. Both of you grunt softly, pushing your over-heated bodies hornily against each other. Sampo's sweat is dripping down on your back from the tips of his blue hair. His long fingers are slippery on your skin, where they sprawl over your hip.

"F...fuckkk..ah ah..too hot..."

He sounds so pretty like that, all whiny and desperate. It makes your pussy throb around him. But you chuckle softly,

"I thought you could stand the heat, sweetheart?"

"Sampo Koski isn't affected by the hot weather. Only by you and your hot pussy."

"Simp," you say as you smile and press your ass needily against him and clench said pussy around his long cock, eliciting another whiny moan from him.

"Tease," he whimpers in your ear and rolls his hips against yours, burying his hard length even deeper in your hot cunt.

"Ya grip me so greedily with that cute pussy. Wanna milk my poor cock dry, huh princess?"

He groans, low and horny, as he pushes himself into a standing position again, grabbing your hips with both hands, drilling his long cock even harder and faster into you, filling the small room with the nasty noises of his cock fucking into your soaking wet cunt.

"Oh shut up, idiot. And I am still mad at you for getting us into this situation in the first place."

But you smile while you say it, and maybe you moan a little when he grabs your hair to pull you into a standing position. You reach behind you to grab a handful of his hair that’s damp from the sweat and tug on it to pull his face down to your level. Sampo definitely moans when you bring his lips to yours, and your tongues meet in an open-mouthed, heated, sloppy kiss that makes spit run down your chin.

You can feel his firm, lean muscles press against your back, the defined pecs and taut abs that are slippery from sweat but feel so good against your naked skin. And his lips are so soft, tongue expertly stroking yours with hungry deep licks, while that pretty cock works its magic and fucks you with deep fast thrusts that make even more heat coil deep inside your belly.

He licks your bottom lip when you pull away from the kiss, grinning at you, green eyes heavy-lidded and full of lust.

"Just admit that my cock makes it all worth it."

"Hmm, nah, you have to earn the praise first. You didn't even make me cum yet, baby."

"Ok, your wish is my command, sweetheart."

You moan softly when Sampo's fingers find your puffy clit, rubbing it in slow circles, flicking his thumb over it, twirling it gently between two fingers, making you mewl and your hips buck uncontrollably. Even more heat is spreading through your body, starting in your toes and wandering up all the way to your cheeks.

You close your eyes and slump against Sampo, knowing he is strong enough to hold you. Your breath comes out in harsh, loud pants and needy, soft mewls as you let him pamper your pussy. Fucking you with his pretty cock, and rubbing your clit with his expert fingers.

"Sampo...ah fuck...!"

He makes you cum so hard on his cock, the heat almost unbearable, your orgasm crashing over you in such stormy waves that you can only tremble wildly in his arms, your cunt clenching hard on his long hard cock, not able to hide the intensity of your orgasm from him.

He fucks you through it, his long cock prodding your sweet spot over and over again, prolonging your orgasm until you are sobbing. And he doesn't stop after that.

Sampo keeps you on his cock, your twitching cunt stuffed with his hard length. The fingers of his left hand dig into your hip while the other hand continues to rub your clit furiously.

A feral-sounding cry escapes your lips, and you instinctively try to push his hand away. But it's a half-hearted attempt, and Sampo chuckles softly.

"Uh uh, princess, stay right here. You said I have to earn the praise. Sampo Koski takes those things seriously. What kind of business partner would I be if I didn't?"

"Fuckkk, Sampo..."

Your clit pulses hotly as his fingers flick over it unrelentingly. It's almost too much. But you let him continue. It feels so good. The pleasure is so intense, bordering on painful, but you can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. Only a little more, only one more orgasm...only...

In the end, he rubs two more out of you, overstimulating you so much that you sob his name. You're on your tiptoes, your pussy tensing up around his long cock as you can't hold back anymore and squirt all over him, bathing his pretty cock and taut balls in your juices before your creamy mess drips onto the dirty floor.

You are still trembling and mewling when Sampo's arms tighten around you, and he rams his long cock deep into you. He moans in your ear, a loud, needy sound that makes your spent cunt twitch around him again.

He cums so hard that you can feel his pretty cock throb inside you as he pumps your pussy full with several thick spurts, adding his hot cum to your already sticky wet mess.

He slowly pulls out afterward, both of you panting heavily. Your legs shake, and you steady yourself hastily on the counter, pulling a face as your mind clears again from the horny daze you have been in the last minutes.

And, of course, Sampo's annoying, teasing voice fills the room,

"I think I fulfilled your order. Never seen you squirt so much, darling. Maybe we should run more often from the authorities if it turns you on so much."

You huff and turn around to glare at him but can't stop an affectionate grin from tugging at the corners of your lips when you look at Sampo's pretty face,

"I hate you so much."

Glowing green eyes meet yours, glittering with amusement, and Sampo leans down, one hand cupping your cheek, his lips hovering over yours, voice dripping with that teasing tone again,

"Aww, no you don't. And I can always fuck you once more if you need more convincing. We probably have to stay here for a while longer anyways."

AHAHAHAH he drives me insane!! It was so much fun to write this!! I know he would annoy me and at the same time make me want to fuck him. Those are simple facts and I am not ashamed to admit it lmaooo.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed our little trip to the desert planet with this blue-haired idiot!! Please let me know what you think.