#HE HAS RUINED MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

sampo would be sooo mean in bed btw.... he'd edge you until you're genuinely just sobbing in his arms and he'd simply kiss away the tears with grin on his face while drawing hearts into your fucking skin. you paw at him so desperately, staring up at him with the prettiest, glassy eyes that he almost gives in. 

"p– please... "

but you sound just so adorable and he has no other option but to just keep on toying with you. cuteness aggression – that's what this is. he can’t help it, he really can’t. the urge to bite and squeeze and pinch is taking over his mind and it only grows and grows with every single mewl that escapes your lips.

playfully, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your cheek and giggles to himself when you try to squirm away from him with a whine. you melt at the sickly sweet coo that spills from his silver tongue and sink further into the mattress as he peppers your face with kisses – he keeps on playing with you, teasing you, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. your body is so sensitive already; you've almost reached the delicious, delicious high multiple times now but the second sampo has felt you tensing up under him, he has pulled away. 

again and again and again.

and so you cry and you beg and plead, already so sick and tired of his games. but he’s fucking relentless. he ghosts his lips over yours, mumbling praise under his breath as he torture he’s awful, you want to hate him. but his touch is like nothing else, so gentle yet so mean at the same time. with his long and skilled fingers, he molds you like clay – he plays with you as he pleases, as he so desires and you cannot tell him anything.

but there are words that he's weak against. 

simply begging is rarely sufficient and promises of returning the favour tend to fall deaf on his ears. as much as he wants to sit you on his cock and to watch you grind against him like a kitten in head, and as much as he wants to feel you gag around him when he’s balls deep down your throat – your pleasure is still the main thing on his mind. always. the sight of you unraveling in his hands is something he’ll never get enough of. he’s fucking addicted. 

"sa– sampo… please," you sniffle and he raises his head from the crook of your neck to meet your gaze. "please, make me feel good…"

that will do it. 

sampo gives you a low hum as his chest swells with pride. you’re putty in his hands, you’re completely at his mercy – he’s the only one that can take care of you, the only one you trust and the only one that is able to see you in a state like this. panting and heaving, clawing at his arms like your life depends on it. big, teary eyes accompanied by a wobbly bottom lip, and the salty streaks that adorn your cheeks are just like icing on the cake. he’s the only one that can make you feel good. it’s simply impossible for a guy like him to deny such honor.

he nudges his nose against yours with that same annoying handsome grin glued to his face. "can’t say no to that now, can i, darling?"

you do your utmost best to hold his eyes, scared that he'll stop if you look away – there's a flicker of determination pooling in them and you just hope it's a good thing; that he'll use this blooming feeling inside him not to tease you any longer but to finally give you what you want.

you hope.