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It’s been a long day.
It was bad enough that he nearly got caught by the law, but he just noticed the new hole in his lab coat. His lab coat. Normally, he wouldn’t be so angry about something so small, but… it’s his coat. HIS. And it’s been his for a while. He didn’t want his lab coat to look like… like this!
Melvinborg grumbled all the way back to his base, shoulders slumped and head lowered like he had finally been defeated. The pathway to his base was old and worn, with tree roots itching to trip him– though, even while exhausted, he made sure to pay enough attention to not trip.
Most missions don’t go as poorly, but it would seem that he should’ve been better prepared for the museum heist. Underestimating people, as he has learned through your words, is one of his worst aspects. And as much as he dislikes admitting his mistakes, he had to chastise himself for not bringing a simple wall-cutter. All of that chaos would’ve been avoided if he had brought one little thing along with him…
Running a fleshy hand through his unkempt hair, he flicked his robotic hand once walking up to the rock wall, the hologram fading and revealing the entrance of his base. White tiled floors, tall ceilings– it’s such a nice place. It’s his place. His.
One of his small robotic minions floated up to him, taking his lab coat when he shoved it to them. He went over to the living room area of his base– which was only a room away from the main entrance– and flopped down onto the couch, releasing a long groan.
It’s been a long day.
Too long of a day.
He didn’t really feel like doing anything else today after getting his ass handed to him earlier. Right now, he just needed to relax… yeah, relaxing… relaxation time……
He laid there for the longest time, getting ready to close his eyes– when there was a noise by the front entrance. He frowned. At first, he thought it was one of his bots being clumsy and bumping into a wall or something, but quiet footsteps made him think otherwise.
He jolted upright on the couch, waiting a moment longer before stalking towards the living room doorway. The outlook was grim– had he been followed?
Melvinborg listened, only hearing one set of footsteps. If it was one person… then he could take them out easily, regardless of how tired he felt.
He peered around the corner, his keen eyes scanning the area for any signs of intrusion as his robotic hand flexed involuntarily as he prepared for any potential threat–
There.
He lurched forwards at the intruder, not bothering to identify them before wrapping his metal fingers around their throat.
He sneered, about to clamp harshly–
“Hey– it’s me, it’s me!!”
…Melvinborg faltered, staring down his… friend. Well, you were more like a fuckbuddy, but– but that’s not important.
You gently grabbed his hand, and he let you pull it away from your neck. “Melvin.” You frowned. Holding his metal hand. “Um… hi.”
He wrinkled his nose, feeling foolish. Instead of rushing ahead, he should’ve checked the cams, or inspected you closely, or– “My bad,” he apologized, figuring that you wanted one.
“It’s okay.” After a pause and some staring, you offered him a smile. “Strung-up, are we? What has you so… wired?”
His metal hand slowly curled around your squishy one, and he released a deep sigh. How should he word this…? Should he tell you about his failed heist and bruised ego, or should he just… “You don’t want to know...”
You hummed, sympathetic. You knew that he wasn’t the best of people, and that he had done some… heinous things, but you didn’t seem to care all that much. Maybe you saw past his exterior. Maybe you just liked getting plowed by him.
“Let’s go sit down,” you told him after studying his expression. “Perhaps… a little massage is in order for you?”
Melvinborg rolled his eyes at your sensual tone, though still went back over to the living room area and plopped down onto the couch, leaning forwards just a little bit. You sat right next to him, tender hands moving over to his fleshy shoulder and back.
“Ooh, you’re very tense,” you teased, thumbing over his shoulder blade. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell me about your day?”
He made a grumbling noise, slowly relaxing to your touches. You couldn’t do much for the metal half of his body, but it was still nice. Very nice. It made the events of the day feel like a bad dream…
Without much thought, he started to go through the preparations he took this morning for today's mission. How he didn’t bring a wall-cutter with him and how much trouble that brought him. He then explained his little… shootout with the police, with his lab coat taking most of the damage– aaand that he’d needed to take a shower soon to rid himself of any soot-marks that managed to make their way onto his body.
He kept talking for a good while, your hands making him lose track of time easily. Truly, it’s been a long day– and he knows he keeps coming back to that same line over and over again, but… it really has been a long day…
He trailed off, now focusing on your hands. Your lovely hands that were touching him. And solely him.
You paused in your motions. “Something wrong?”
Melvinborg made a low noise, looking down at you. He does need a shower above all else, but… maybe he should get a bit… messy, before bathing.
“Hmm…” Slowly, his metal hand made its way to your jaw, grabbing it gently. “No, no… Nothing wrong. It’s just that you’ve been so, so good to me… and that I haven’t done anything other than scare the daylights out of you.”
When it came to him flirting and teasing, you were like bread– soaking up whatever he had to say. You gave a wavy smile, face sparkling with a blush. “Well, I don’t really mind– I know you’ve um, you’ve had a long day.”
“Oh, but you’ve been so good,” he emphasized. His grip became firm. “I can’t let debts go unpaid… Besides, helping you will make me feel less stressed, too.”
You perked up at that before allowing your eyes to dart to the side. “Y-Yeah?”
His metal hand left your jaw, instead moving down and under the hem of your shirt. It didn’t take you long to realize what he wanted, shifting around and helping him take your shirt off. He folded it neatly, placing it to the side before lurching forwards.
You yelped as your back hit the couch, legs spreading to accommodate him.
“So, so good for me,” he praised, hand palming over your neck and old bite marks– his bite marks, from when he was far too rough. Briefly, he wondered if he should go softer this time, but almost immediately threw away the thought. “You make me want to keep you here, right by my side, all tied up like the little doll you are.”
Quickly, your face was aflame. “I, ah…” You trailed off, hand moving to his chest and feeling him up idly. He thumbed over your nipples, smirking as your pupils became large. “Ah… Melvin…”
“Just so good for me… So, so good…”
He took his time touching the upper half of your body, eventually kissing old marks and leaving fresh hickeys. If he had to choose a favorite thing to do, this would be it– feeling every part of your body, taking his time and listening to your quiet moans. It was… delightful.
Slowly, he moved downwards, kissing just above your beltline. It didn’t take long for him to yank down your pants and underwear, not even bothering to fully take them off you. As much as he did enjoy foreplay, he liked getting to the main part even more.
“Been busy down here, have you?” He purred, sliding two fingers past your entrance with ease. “Have you been playing with yourself this often, hmm? Thinking of me?” His face twisted into a dark smirk, making a scissoring motion with his two fingers and making you cry out. “Or, have you been with other people?”
“I-I ah, I’ve only been with you!”
“Oh really? Maybe you’re not so good for me as I thought…” Melvinborg set a blistering pace, thrusting his fingers in and out. “How can you prove it?”
You arched your back when he added a third finger, whimpering and looking up at him pathetically. “I proo- oomise!”
You were weak, under him. He could do anything he wanted to you, and you’d only be able to take it, unable to get away.
He tisked. “You should know that promises don’t mean shit.” He leaned in close. “I bet you’ve fucked every guy in your apartment building. Haven’t you?”
Your reply was jumbled as he fingered you relentlessly, panted breaths and moans coming out more than an actual response.
Melvinborg could only laugh at you. Finally, he took out his fingers, allowing you to rest and breathe as he unbuckled the front of his pants. Pushing down his waistband, he freed his throbbing cock.
“I’ll make you only think of me, when you’re alone and wanting someone,” he promised, sliding the tip across your readied entrance but not quite entering yet.
“Please,” you whined, looking up at him desperately. “Please…”
Hearing your pleas for… whatever, made his cock twitch. It was so nice, hearing you like this, under him and wanting only him. “Such an innocent face,” he mused, petting your jawline. “Oh, but you won’t pull the wool over my eyes today. No, no… no…”
You made a soft noise and was going to respond, but instead had the air knocked straight from your lungs as he shoved his cock into you. Having been prepared beforehand, he knew it didn’t hurt you.
“F-Fuck!” You groaned, head tilting back and revealing your throat. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck…”
Of course, his pace was brisk here too– he was unrelenting, hardly giving you time to suck in hungry breaths. The couch rocked to each of his thrusts. Before long, though, he sank his teeth into your supple flesh, leaving more marks for you to remember.
After thoroughly planting his teeth across your upper half, he gripped your hips as to get a better hold on you, almost using you like his own personal fleshlight.
He wasn’t exactly sure when you peaked, but it was right as he was slowing down a little, robotic side hissing with steam to release some of the build-up heat. You sucked in a shallow breath, gritting your teeth and clawing at whatever body part of his you could grasp at; his fleshy arm was covered in bright red lines.
Your inner walls clamped around his cock like a vice, making noises that can only be described as animalistic as you came.
Melvinborg continued his motions. The slick slap of skin and the creak of the couch was divine to the ears, making him fuck you harder– faster. You felt so, so good that it felt impossible to slow down. He muttered promises under his breath, voice hitching as he narrowed his eyes. Oh, he would love to do SO many terrible things to you…
However, all good things have to come to an end. Just as he squeezed the dear life out of your hips, he finally reached his peak too. Taking his cock out, hot, sticky ropes of cum spattered your stomach and chest like an art piece.
“Oh, oh my…” You panted loudly, closing your eyes and taking the dear moment to rest.
His processors hissed softly, making him sigh and look down at you, coming down from his high. You were a sight to behold– chest heaving, sweat dripping…
“Seems… seems like you need a shower too,” he mused.
You popped an eye open, giving yourself a glance over. “Y-Yeah.”
Melvinborg gently rubbed your hips, noticing the red indents from his fingers… “Would you… like me to carry you? And, then perhaps… we can shower together?”
You gave him a long look… and eventually gave him a crooked smile. “Sure.”