#sub!sampo

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. 

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?"