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You fidgeted and stared at the clock, bored out of your skull. It would be at least another hour until Spamton came home from work. You rubbed your face, trying to think of something to kill the time. Shrugging, you reached for your phone and scrolled through some social media feeds. You smiled when your thumb hovered over a selfie Spamton had taken a couple hours ago. His new jumpsuit was already stained with grease, his shades hanging off the collar and smudged with dirt, and yet he was still the handsome mechanic you’d grown to love. You couldn’t help but stare into those damn beautiful eyes of his, eventually scrolling past them to skim through your other friends’ posts. Looks like the Addisons threw another get-together at the Cyber Grill. You giggled at Lancer’s prank video and made sure to like it. All too soon, you reached the end of the recent activity and sighed. That didn’t waste more than 15 minutes.
You let your mind wander to Spamton again, thinking of his glittering eyes, his bright smile, his contagious laughter, his strong, reassuring arms… You couldn’t help yourself; you grabbed the phone again and went straight for your stash- the “stash” being your favourite picture of Spamton. He was stretched out on the bed, winking rather flirtatiously at the camera, apparently in the middle of shedding his work uniform. You licked your lips, eyes glued to the defined muscles your partner possessed. You pictured that perfect body atop yours, those gorgeous eyes piercing you with a malicious, lustful stare, those deft hands working to undress you…
Before you knew it, your hand had snuck its way into your pants, toying with your sex in a delicate, teasing manner. You wanted to soak this all in. You had almost an hour to kill, anyway.
You began rubbing yourself slowly, heat rising to your cheeks as you imagined the hand was not yours, but Spamton’s. You breathed his name like a holy word, picking up the pace a little.
You closed your eyes and tried to recall the last encounter you’d had with him. His hair was damp with sweat, and he still reeked of cigarettes and car parts even as he ruthlessly fucked you into the mattress. The memory brought lightning through your body, the electric sensation pulsating in your nether region. You daringly slipped a finger into your entrance, moaning softly as you began thrusting it into you.
The image was almost perfectly clear in your head now, Spamton fucking you on his fingers with quick, precise movements, growling filthy words into your ear. For a moment you swore you heard him whisper your name.
In fact, you were almost convinced he was right there in the room with you; you caught a scent of cologne and motor oil, drinking in the aroma like a fine wine. Wait. You couldn’t have imagined that. You froze, and your eyes flew open to be met with Spamton, hands on his hips and smirking devilishly, standing beside the bed.
“You get lonely, don’tcha?”
You felt yourself blushing furiously at the knowledge that he’d caught you red-handed. “W-when did you get home?!”
Spamton chuckled darkly. “Ah, not too long ago, they let me off early… what were ya thinkin’ about that got you all hot and bothered, hm?”
You swallowed thickly and pointed a shaking finger at Spamton. He shook his head. “Ah, ah, ah, I wanna hear you say it.”
“I-I was… I was thinking about you…” you managed to whisper.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear ya, sugar,” he teased.
You steeled your nerves. “I was thinking about you! I-I remembered the time you came home from the auto shop and-“
“And fucked your brains out right here, in this very room? I remember that too…” he trailed off, sliding his hands up under your shirt.
“Tell me, what all do you remember about that night? Start from the beginning,” he whispered huskily.
“You came back from work, a-and you were exhausted… there were some tough customers, long day…”
Spamton nodded encouragingly. “Good, good, and then?”
“You smelled like car parts and a recent smoke… I asked if you’d lit one up recently, and you said-“
“You know it, babydoll,” Spamton finished, pecking your cheek lovingly. “Then what?”
“Then you were g-getting undressed, but I wasn’t looking at you, and you wanted me to… so you took my phone,” you laughed as you recalled this part. “So I would pay attention to you. You took, like, a million selfies with it… before you…”
Spamton swung a leg up on the bed, planting his foot next to your thigh and lowering himself just inches from you. You were trapped between a muscled calf and the edge of the bed. “Before I what, angel? Tell me, what did I do?”
You wrapped your arms around him, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Before you kissed me,” you murmured.
Spamton pressed his lips to yours, a soft moan escaping them when you tugged lightly at his hair. You relished in the sweet, heady taste of smoke on his tongue as it slithered into your mouth.
Spamton paused, pulling back to look at his handiwork. He nodded, then climbed onto the bed and hovered over you, trapping you between his legs. “You’re so easy to rile up,” he chuckled, grabbing your ankles and throwing your legs around his back.
Spamton pressed his crotch into yours, and you immediately felt the need in his already-hard cock. You whimpered as he began grinding against you, the heat between your legs spreading to every part of your body.
“S-Spamton…”
Spamton groaned and reached down to unzip his pants with one hand, using the other to hold himself steady. He dipped his hand into the waistband of his briefs and wrapped his hand around his aching prick. You trailed your fingers down his torso, undoing the buttons of his grease-stained shirt and feeling up his toned chest.
He grunted and pulled down the fabric of his underwear just enough to free his cock. “Ahh- shit, babydoll, look how you’re gettin’ me all worked up…”
You gazed in awe at the thick, throbbing erection the mechanic was sporting between his legs, and couldn’t help but moan. You needed this inside you, and fast.
You reached down and ran a thumb over his leaking slit, receiving a delighted moan and a smug smirk in response.
“I take it you wanna get it on already?”
You nodded vigorously, arching your hips up to meet his, just for effect.
Spamton practically growled as something snapped within him, frantically clawing your clothes off and tossing them aside. He hawked up a generous amount of saliva and spat it with precision onto your hole, pressing two fingers to your entrance and slicking it up in preparation.
“Show off,” you giggled, boiling with the desire to be filled.
Spamton grinned and lined himself up with you, pressing just the tip inside. You groaned, pushing your hips down onto his cock with need.
He began grinding himself into you, stretching you out at a delightful pace, the heat crawling through you now pooling in the pit of your stomach. “Spamton… f-fuck…”
Spamton bottomed out inside you, then immediately pulled back out to slam into you with sheer hunger. The force was unexpected but heavenly. He drove his cock into you, thrusting with fervour, eliciting the lewdest of noises from you. But he wasn’t much better off himself- Spamton moaned like a porn star, gripping the sheets for dear life as he pounded into you. “N-needed this… so bad…” he huffed. “Such a good… good angel for me…”
You soaked up the praise like the little sponge he always said you were, basking in the ecstasy his desperation brought you. You felt your orgasm nearing you at light speed, tugging at Spamton’s sweat-dampened locks in warning.
“Gonna… c-cum-!!” you cried. Spamton fucked you faster, harder, deeper, hitting a sweet spot he never failed to find. You came within seconds, the mechanic moaning your name as he grew closer himself.
You tightened around his thick member, watching in a mix of pleasure and amusement as Spamton’s breath hitched and a sound like a dial-up noise was ripped from his throat. He gave one final thrust before spilling his seed into you, pulling out with a pop and watching it drip from your spent hole.
“Spamton…” you murmured after catching your breath.
“Yes, doll?”
“I love you.”
Spamton leaned down and gently kissed your forehead. “I love you more, angel,” he whispered. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. I made quite a wreck of ya,” he added with a smirk.
Spamton left momentarily, and when he returned, he handed you a damp cloth. You both wiped yourselves clean in silence, Spamton shedding the rest of his clothes and climbing into bed with you.
The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep is the scent of sweat, car parts, and cologne, and the security of being held in his arms.