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2nd POV --
Sometimes having an insane puppet boyfriend wasn’t always the worst thing in the world. But him leaving you everyday for work? It certainly didn’t put you in the world’s greatest mood. Well, this is what happens when you get clingy as hell and you decide to follow Spamton to work. Surprisingly, half way through the walk he didn’t even notice you. That was until you stepped on a sharp pixel from the glitching floor which hurt like hell. ... Causing you to groan at the feeling.
Spamton jolted, turning around frantically and seemingly just looking at your frame. He let out a very audible sigh in annoyance, “[[DARLING DEAR]] Y/N WHY HAVE YOU [[Lost your way?]] WITH ME?” Spamton crossed his arms, letting his foot tap. Not really to be mean, but more as if he was just fidgeting.
“Oh uh..”
Think Y/N, think.
“I get lonely when you’re at work and uh.. I just wanted to see what you do everyday.”
Spamton’s brow raised a bit. Joy? Confusion? Curiosity? Who knows. He bent down to your height and gave you a comforting hug. “AH [[Apologies]] Y/N.. I ONLY MEAN TO [[Satisfaction guaranteed!]]”
It took a moment for you to react before clearing your voice to speak, “This is nice and all.. But shouldn’t you get to the shop?”
Spamton went back to standing up straight and going to walk, gesturing to you to take his arm while doing so. So, you take it.
The walk to his ‘storefront site’ was mostly silent. But once reached, Spamton carefully let you inside and closed the door gently. “GO ON, MAKE YOURSELF [[New comfortable mattresses!!]]. I’LL JUST BE [[Task organizer]] A LITTLE BIT” You gave a small nod, smiling and taking a seat that was set behind the counter. The chair made a small squeak as you sat on it, indicating its age. And thank the lords it’s a swivel chair because you span on that thing for the hell of it.
You spun in it happily, while Spamton was digging into a box labelled “DOUBLE EDGED”. You stood up and peeked over his shoulder. … It’s filled with a bunch of swords cut in half. Sometimes you forget that you are dating a con-artist. Spamton pulls out like 5 different halves and sets them in a drawer you didn’t even notice under the counter.
“HEY MY [[#1 Valued Customer]], I HAVE SOMEONE VERY [[IMPORTANT EMAIL!! READ NOW!!]] COMING IN TODAY, DO YOU MIND [[Don’t leave me hanging..]] IN THE BACK?”
You make a small nod, but before you can even think you heard the door to the shop knocking. You couldn’t reach the back which made a very panicked Spamton shove you under the table, making you hit your head at the top of the hardwood. “Fuck..” You let out a low grumble in pain.
The puppet’s voice would hush down, “Sorry my [[darling dare-devil]]” he’d speak before reaching back to his usual volume, and taking a seat.
“COME IN!”
You heard the creek of the door, and quiet footsteps. “WHAT CAN I OFFER YOU TODAY? [[KRIS]].”
Kris.. That sounds oddly familiar. Maybe Spamton talked about them at one point?
You thought to yourself. ‘Kris’ would speak, asking about a keygen. Their voice though.. Were they a child? Possibly 12-16 in age, which confused you a small bit. But whatever, if they help pay the rent, does it really matter?
While being lost in thought an idea, that may get you killed by Spamton, hits you upside the head.
With a shaky hand you rub said hand up and down the other’s thigh, slowly. You clearly heard Spamton take a sharp inhale with his teeth clenched. “WELL KRIS! SIMPLY [[Order and get free shipping]] THE [[KEYGEN]] AND YOU CAN BE ON YOUR WAY!”
You trailed your way up to the button of his white pants and undoing it. God dammit boxers, the one time you do your fucking job.
Immediately when you grabbed the hem of the cloth Spamton pushed the chair back just enough for you to have to crawl out of the counter to reach him. He proceeded to pull out a small something and place it on the counter. “FOR BEING MY [[1,000,000th customer]] YOU GET THE KEYGEN FOR A SET PRICE. NOW JUST PAY. ”
Kris would just place the “kromer” on the counter and take whatever was set down and left, closing the door behind themselves. Possibly being scared of whatever just pissed off the puppet man. But, once Spamton gave a good 5 seconds of just pure silence, he dragged you up to normal height.
“NOW, Y/N. WHAT THE [[@!?@]] WAS THAT [[Littol]] STUNT?! ” He grabbed you by the wrist which made you wince. He pushed your back against the wooden counter and held you there, essentially pinning you. Your eyes tried not to make contact with the man above you. “gO > ON.”
Oh fuck.
Of course the worst moment you need to speak clearly is when your throat tightens. “I.. Uh.. Uhhhhhh…. I just..”
“SPEAK [[Glass is clear!]]”
Fear was still heavily instilled in you. Aaaand turns out Spamton was willing to wait as long as he needed to get an answer out of you. So, staying silent wasn’t an option.
“Reaction..? I guess?” Spamton’s usual bright neon glasses flicked to static for a moment, hardly anything passed 3 seconds.
He let out a strangely low laugh. In response you awkwardly chuckle. “OH [[Darling]] YOU’VE ALREADY GOTTEN SUCH A [[Chemical reactions]] OUT OF ME!”
Spamton’s grip around your wrists tightened as he leaned down to your ear and surprisingly whispered. “ [[Now finish the job.]] ”
You took a deep inhale in and shakily exhaled, as you watched him let go of his grip and take a seat back down. Obediently, you went back to being on your knees and in between his legs. His smug ass grin felt like a mockery to you. You mentally slapped yourself and tried to get back into that mindset that you had previously.
Yeah okay, back to what I was doing…
You thought to yourself, bringing your hands back to the hem of Spamton’s boxers. You desperately tugged at the stupid cloth just enough to let his apendage out. The anatomy was very different compared to a human lightner’s as an example. Well, might just be because it’s just straight up a black tentacle but hey I don’t know maybe that’s normal. A heavy blush dusted your face as you saw it though.
It frantically squirmed, waiting for any form of stimulation. You took his dick in your hands and stroked it a few times. The other’s breath noticeably hitched and picked up even if it’s just a little bit.
Without a moment to spare, you switched so your mouth was in place instead of your hand. You would go at a good pace, at least you thought so. But apparently not. Spamton gripped the back of your head and legitimately just started to thrusted in and out of you.
It was a little much, as tears pricked your eyes and deepthroated him over and over. “HM? WAS THIS NOT THE [[Perfect condition]] REACTION YOU WANTED?” Spamton taunted. You couldn’t respond with anything but a small groan.
You stabilized yourself by resting a hand on his knee but let your other trial and touch yourself. Digging into your own undergarments. But, you can’t get your once you get bratty with Spamton. He let out a low hum, “DID I EVER GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO [[Have a free sample!]]?”
“MMphf…”
You rest your hand that you violated yourself with on the musty floor. Spamton lightly tapped on your forearm to signal you to hold his own hand. Fingers intertwined. Despite how lewd the situation was, he always knew how to sprinkle in something that just made your heart flutter from just pure joy.
“I’M- [[!#$?]]... - SORRY [[Dear~]], YOU’LL BE [[Free rewards]] SOON.” His bigger hands would lightly squeeze yours comfortably.
You found how vulgar he was a lil over the top but the way he censored himself was a little funny. “<YOU’RE DOING SO GOOD!!!~3” That simple bit of praise rippled through your entire body, it felt amazing. The blush that was on your face deepened more, but the praise made you moan in delight unintentionally.
Of course, Spamton immediately picked up on that. “AW, DOES MY [[Darling dare-devil]] LIKE TO BE PRAISED?”
“Mhmm..”
“IF YOU TOLD ME THIS [[The sooner the better!]], I WOULD’VE GIVEN YOU ALL THE PRAISE YOU RIGHTFULLY [[Claim now!]]!!!” Spamton was in between being genuinely sorry and trying to make a segway.
But before he could even give you the praise he wanted to give, he shoved your head all the way down on his dick and let his load out in your mouth. You swallowed what you could greedily, to try and not get his clothes or anything in the shop dirty with cum..
“[[Fuck]] YOU TOOK ME SO WELL! I COULDN’T EVEN FINISH :MY SENTENCE((”
You took him out of your mouth, with a small pop noise, and panted heavily. You were mostly thankful that you can actually breathe now. “Wow that was.. Something”
Spamton would swiftly pull up his boxers and pants before letting you onto his lap. You sat comfortably against him, “YOU FELT [[AMAZING PRODUCT]]!~ IF I DIDN’T HAVE SELF-CONTROL I’D MAKE YOU GO [[All-night long]]”
You just rested yourself against his chest, as if your worries had just evaporated. “Y/N DEAR, YOU NEED TO DO THAT MORE!! THAT [[Littol]] MOUTH OF YOURS REALLY KNOWS HOW TO [[Do your job right]]. I ADORE YOU SO MUCH..” You wrap your arms around Spamton’s body, despite it only being the middle of the day you were still getting sleepier by the second.
Spamton would hug you back, nestling himself in the crook of your neck. His comically long nose tickled a bit but that wasn’t so much of a bother.
“JUST KNOW THAT I’M NOT FINISHED WITH [[You, little sponge]] JUST YET..” You muttered out a small question once you heard that.
“Huh..? What do you mean?”
“WHEN WORKING A [[Financial job]] YOU HAVE TO GET [[PAID]] DON’T YOU?”
“Oh! Oh. Oh yeah.. Later though, right?” You panicked a small bit, you didn’t feel like passing out in the middle of getting railed at the moment.
“OF COURSE, MY [[Darling dare-devil]].”
You muttered out a half ‘thank you’ and nuzzled against his chest and finally let that darkness behind your eyes drift you to sleep.