Word count: 900 ish
Warnings: afab language, squirting, overstim,
~A/n~ not really a request persay?? But i still wrote it :) also this is a bit short and not my best so i apologise, and unedited
if sam wasn’t a bouncer, he’d for sure be a dealer, the one who’s like in the middle of the wide round table that, idk how to explain it-but have you seen that man handle cards?? bruh, man’s a former magician- i think he said magician but he’s REALLY good with cards and magic tricks, and yeah you’re supposed to be loyal while while a dealer and playing like blackjack or poker, but this man’s pride and confidence is so high that he can’t afford to lose, he can easily manipulative your had
You watched as Sam shuffled the cards in his hand. It was getting late and this round happened to have nobody there. "Another round?" He smiled at you. "Mm, how about this time we wager something a little more personal," you hummed trailing a nail down his chest. He coughed surprised but nodded his head. "If I win-" you whispered the bet lowly into his ear.
Sam chuckled softly. "Well if I win, I get to do anything I want-" his hand brushed over your waist. The warmth making you shiver. "-to this little body," the idea was tempting to just let him win. He didn't top often but when he did, you never could walk the next day. You weren't going to go down easy, however. "Deal," you hummed taking a seat in front of him. The game was simple enough. You guys had spent all night playing every game under the sun and now had settled on twenty-one after everything else got boring.
He flipped a card over for you a two.
"Hit," another, a four.
"Hit," another, an eight.
You stared at the cards. It was risky but- "hit," slowly Sam turned over a four. A total of eighteen. You hesitated for a moment before saying "hit," Sam grinned and flipped over another card. A two. You sat at twenty. Pretty confident you would win you decided you were done. Sam shuffled the remaining cards before flipping over a ten for himself.
"Nice start," you mused to yourself. If you would have been paying attention a little better you would have seen him slip a card out of his sleeve, but you weren't. Sam flipped over the next card holding up an ace. "Twenty-own even," he smirked. Your jaw dropped. What were the odds? You were a little upset. You were hoping to see the taller man quivering underneath you tonight. Sam started putting away the cards before leaning in real close. "I'll see you at home," his lips brushed your ear and you nodded slowly.
Your heart was pounding with excitement, the clock on the wall revealed it would only be a handful more minutes before the casino closed. You waited in the car for several long minutes. Finally, Sam's figure emerged from the darkened casino. The car ride was torturous. The air was thick making it hard to breathe. "Bed, no clothes," Sam hummed bringing the car into its parking spot. As soon as the vehicle stopped you flew out of the car door and rushed up to your room, doing as he said.
Every moment you waited upon the bed was pure agony. Sam did this on purpose. By the time he made it to the foot of the bed, you were shaking with need. "What should I do to you first pretty girl?" He hummed. Slowly he began removing his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Sam's eyes were on you the entire time. "I think I'll have you sit on my face," he removed the rest of his clothing before laying in the bed.
"Come take a seat,"
you moved up the bed, hovering over his face. Sam pulled you down by your thighs. He quickly got to work, eating you out as if it was his last meal. You couldn't help but grind on his face. Sam's tongue dipped into you thrusting up. His nails dug into your thighs adding a delicious pain.
You ended up cumming embarrassingly quick in your opinion. As you went to pull off of Sam his arms locked around your thighs keeping you there. "S-sam," you whined thighs clenching around his face. "Sensitive," but he kept going. Sam drew orgasm after orgasm from you. He finally stopped, moving you onto the bed beside him. Dazed and thighs trembling you looked up at him.
His chin covered in your slick. You watched as he removed his pants and boxers. He crawled over to you, propping himself above you with his elbows. Sam's hand grasped your chin. Slowly he let a line of spit drop into your mouth. He watched it slide down the back of your throat. "So good for me, taking everything I give you," he hummed. He gripped your thighs pushing them to your chest, lining himself up. You whimpered as he began pushing in. The stretch burning a bit.
"F-fuck," you gasped as Sam bottomed out.
Slowly his hips began pistoning against yours. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as his speed increased. Your nerves felt on fire being so sensitive from the multiple orgasms. "Sam," you whined.
"Gonna c-cum," "Already? So sensitive for me, go ahead then, cum. I'm not stopping you," his finger slowly circled your clit.
What you weren't expecting was the squirt all over him. You felt Sam twitch, before filling you up.
"Fuck, you're doing that again," he demanded lowly, before slamming into you. He ignored the overstimulation he caused himself determined to see you squirt again.
The pleasure was overwhelming, tears falling down your cheeks. Your nails raking down his back. Those were definitely going to leave some marks. And you both were surely about to be up late into the night.
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Classes of MEKA, Analysis
D.MON: On a surprising note, Beast uses a hard light shield instead of the defensive matrix D.Va uses. Even more important its a personal shield, so she doesn’t use it to protect her allies, the design is also way bulkier than any other MEKA. It’s pretty safe to say that D.Mon is the tank of MEKA. Most noticeable on her design is the extra plating on the legs and center chest, also the added weight appears to require more thrusters on feet and back to properly fly.
OVERLORD: Mastermind has a very, very interesting design. Two claws/hands for unknown purpose and a single cannon on the nose, he is accompanied by (at least) 4 smaller drones. If I had to predict his role that would be a literal overlord for the team with the drones as cameras and distractions, informing the team of changes on the battlefield; he doesn’t look like he would be in the thick of battle with such fragile looking rotor blades, most likely used to hover more than flying fast.
KING: Singijeon's design screams glass-cannon. A slim design, dual hand cannons, and two very big missile launchers. He is far from the action, unleashing on the omnic threat with Tokki and Beast in the front. Not really much more to say.
CASINO: Another design that screams its role, being fast, very fast. La Princesse Sereine looks like a jet and probably flies like one. Also the one that makes the least sense as leaves the legs of the pilot completely exposed. Mastermind in contrast has a great cover under itself to protect Overlord. He looks like it would be an annoyance for the omnics, constantly flying in and out in hit-and-run maneuvers.
D.VA: Considering how much of a tank she is in-game it will be weird that she isn’t the tank of the team, but she is... and isn’t. Tokki is in the halfway point of Singijeon, La Princesse and Beast... whereas they specialize on their classes, Tokki is the bard of the team, burrowing a little bit of everyone. Smaller missiles than Singijeon, less bulkier than Beast (but with the addition of the D. Matrix), and less fast-looking than La Princesse. Probably switches her role to support as Overlord or herself sees fit.
Edited: Added MEKA’s canon names.
D.Va’s Tokki - Casino’s La Princesse Sereine - D.Mon’s Beast - King’s Singijeon - Overlord’s Mastermind
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