🎃👻🍬 helo it is meee the melvinborg freak :333
Y'know those sexy school costumes where it's like, a really short skirt n shit? Well i wanna flip that. Sexy TEACHER outfit. The reader wears THAT and surprises borg with it. Like he comes home from a stressful day at work and the reader is wearing one of his lab coats over the costume (because 1. dramatic effect, 2. those outfits be COLD AS HELL reader need warmth, and 3. Melvinborg surely owns a labcoat yk) so he doesn't know theyre wearing it. The reader helps him relax, lets him sit on the couch or something, then they start talking about Halloween. Then they bring up costumes and BAM the lab coat comes off and the reader is revealed to be wearing sexy teacher outfit because knowledge is sexy as fuck yk yk. And uhhhh borg loses his mind. He just looks them up and down before dragging them to the bedroom (he has strong cyborg hand,, can throw reader over him shoulder very easy and carry them). And ykkkk he had a stressful day sooo blowing off steam may do him some good yk yk yk (sex he wants SE—)
Sorry 4 writing so so much I got carried away :333
Hello,, my lovely dkmunrjfhjeri i love your littel brain xd. Also toootally didn't do this a day late lmao. Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!
Melvinborg x Reader - Tiresome Day (Semi-NSFW)
It’s been a long day for Melvin– you could immediately tell as soon as he walked in through the front door. His weary footsteps echoed through the hallway, each one a testament to the day he had endured. When he stepped into the living room, you saw that his shoulders were slumped under the weight of fatigue, and his normally vibrant eyes were now dull and heavy.
You gave him a weak smile from your spot on the couch. “Hey darling. Tired?”
He released a deep sigh, opening his mouth to speak… only to squint at you when he saw what you were wearing. “Is that… one of my spare lab coats?”
“Is it?” You looked down at yourself, playing coy. “I really hadn’t noticed.”
Melvin rolled his eyes– in which you only now noticed that his robotic one seemed much duller than usual. “Sure you haven’t, you… unbaked poptart…” He flopped down onto the couch next to you.
"Unbaked poptart, huh? I think that's a new one," you teased, nudging him gently. When he didn’t respond, your hands migrated to his shoulders. “Though, it is a bit cold in here.”
He relaxed to your touched, letting you do as you pleased. “Is that why you’ve stolen my lab coat?”
You chuckled softly, continuing to knead his shoulders. It felt weird trying to massage metal, but he seemed to enjoy it so you chose to keep going. "Well, you know, your lab coat has this certain... warmth to it. Plus, it makes me feel a little closer to you when you're away."
Melvin leaned into your touch, a faint smile playing on his lips as the tension melted away from his shoulders. "Fair enough. Just don't get any strange ideas about conducting experiments of your own."
The next ten minutes continued in a similar manner, with him making mild comments and with you making him comfortable. As you worked on his back, you could sense the stress slowly dissipating. Melvin seemed to be gradually unwinding, the weariness of the day fading into the background.
Eventually, he let out a long, contented sigh. "You have magic hands, you know that?"
You grinned, giving his shoulders a final squeeze before leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Years of practice. It's all in the technique."
“Technique?” He snorted. “If you say so, my lovely. I guess all these years of shoulder and back rubbing is starting to pay off.”
You hummed thoughtfully in response, looking down at yourself… “Say,” you began randomly, “What do you want to be for Halloween?”
“You want me to dress up for Halloween again?”
You nodded, mischief dancing in your eyes. "Of course! It's a tradition, isn't it? Last year's intergalactic explorers costume was a hit at the workplace. I think this year we should do something even more… exciting.”
Melvin took a moment to respond, thinking. “Well… we could do couples costumes. Something that’s different from one another, but has the general theme.”
“Well… what if I already have a costume picked out?” You said, trying not to smirk.
He looked down at you. “And what did you…” He trailed off, seeing that you had slid off his lab coat, revealing the outfit underneath.
You were wearing a sexy teacher’s outfit, showing a decent amount of skin. After a moment, you spread open your legs. “Do you like my outfit?” You fluttered your lashes at him.
“I… love your outfit,” he said slowly, his hands going to your hips.
“Do you?” You shifted around to where you were facing him. “Can you show me how much you love my outfit?”
The robotic half of himself made a soft whirring sound, slowly rubbing up and down your sides. “Were you… just sitting here, waiting for me to come home?”
“...Yes.” You gave him a slight giggle. “Yes, I suppose I was…”
His robotic hand went under your shirt, sending a slight chill up your spine. He was either extremely hot or extremely cold to the touch– no inbetween. Though, it was easy to warm him up…
“Tuh-Take off my shirt for me?” You whispered.
His hands went to your front, slowly unbuttoning your shirt for you. You were pretty sure he was purposely going slow.
Once he had unbuttoned the shirt completely he tossed it to the side, completely focusing on you.
“How far do you want to take this?” He asked, keeping his hands away just for the moment.
“However far you want to go right now.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I know you’ve got to be tired, so you can do whatever you like.”
Melvin hummed in response, nuzzling your neck. “I can do whatever I like?”
A smirk slowly rose up across his features, rubbing his hands up and down your sides once again. He placed kisses along your neck, though occasionally nibbled and sucked your flesh, creating bright hickeys you’ll have to hide later.
You released soft noises, combing your fingers through his vibrant orange hair. You highly doubted your neighbors could hear your moans… but you were never certain if they could or not. Maybe they could hear you– maybe that’s why they never seem to be around outdoors. You didn’t know. And, you sooort of didn’t care, either.
“Melvin,” you mumbled, relaxing against him.
He went further down, nibbling at your collarbone and shoulders. His mouth had a strange texture, being half metal and half normal, but it was very easy to get used to.
After a while, he glanced back up at you. “Should we… move elsewhere?”
You paused, glancing around the living room. There were two windows, though it had curtains covering them…
“Let’s go to our bedroom,” you told him.
You were about to stand up– but before you could, he picked you up as if you were a petite little princess, holding you carefully in his– somewhat– strong arms.
“Melvin!” Your face warmed, causing him to laugh.
After adjusting his grip on you, he began to walk in the direction of the shared bedroom…
