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Time’s hands reached nine-fifty post meridiem. Summer’s unforgiving heat dwindled down to a warmth outside with comfortable winds to accompany it. The skies above were clear, spare for the miniscule glimmer of far off stars and the dim glow of crescent moonlight reaching the grounds below you. Neon signs of Washington County’s own Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex casted colourful glows into the night. The last bundles of guests were stepping out of the establishment, leaving seven floors worth of space for the animatronic staff members, a singular security guard, and an incoming mechanic.
Your work boots stepped onto the asphalt of the mall’s parking lot, kicking down the stand of a polished motorbike to keep it upright. Your gloved hands removed a decorated helmet and a balaclava from your head, allowing your face to bask in the summer winds. Your eyes gazed at the blinding lights as you shuffled through your jacket’s pockets for your entrance keycard. You had another ten minutes until your shift started, enough time for some mental preparation for the night ahead of you, but seeing as how the parking lot was still crowded with families trying to leave, you decided it would be awkward to just stand still as strangers passed you. You were already off of the bike; you may as well get a head start. As a sigh escaped your lips, you flipped your keycard through your fingers and entered the mall.
The atrium’s neon lighting greeted you sweetly, painting the lighter decals of your protective gear a light magenta. No matter how many shifts you had already worked, you always needed a moment to adjust your eyes; just walking into the establishment would have been the least convenient moment of your shift had it not been for the numerous times you almost lost a limb in the jaws of a certain gator bot. As you made your way into the clock-in room, your shoulder bumped into that of the head security guard.
“Awe shit, sorry! Hi, uhm, hi Ness,” you waved apologetically to the slightly taller woman with a smile.
“Oh, hi.” Vanessa offered a wave of her own, pursing her lips and returning to her original route, seemingly in a hurry.
“...Yeah, so good to see you, too,” you muttered once she was out of earshot, shaking your head as you pressed your badge into a wall unit to clock in.
“Welcome back! Have a faz-tastic night!” The little helper bear in a technician’s pair of overalls chimed your full name with a beaming grin, offering a thumbs up through the screen. You tapped your nail against the screen before rushing to the locker rooms, already growing itchy from the sweat built up in your biker gear.
Your fingers made quick work of the padlock on your designated locker, revealing a variety of celestial themed stickers messily placed on the inner portion of the door, a brightly coloured technician’s suit hanging on the inside bar, a bulky tool belt on the bottom shelf, and a set of matching goggles on the top shelf. You ran your index fingertip over the merchandised stickers before stripping down.
You began by unzipping your jacket, letting it fall down your shoulders before unbuttoning the pants and shoving it down your legs. Fluttering your eyes shut, you groaned softly and tilted your head back, relishing the cold air in the locker rooms seeping through the thin material of clothes you chose to wear beneath your uniform. The air conditioning glazed over you in an almost orgasmic manner.
A miniscule beeping pulled you from your daze. You reached into the top shelf to retrieve your complimentary Fazwatch, reading the email regarding a list of issues upper management found in the animatronics that needed to be addressed during your nine hour shift.
Right, you had an actual job to do.
With a huff of annoyance, your eyes rolled upwards, catching the sight of vent panels on the ceiling, widening further with a shocked urk.
Were those… lights in the vents?
But as fast as you noticed the small red dots in the darkness of the vents, they disappeared.
What the actual fuck were those?
You shook your head with a huff as you stepped into your uniform, the shorts snug against your hips and the top loose on your torso. You zipped the top halfway, letting the oversized zipper dangle over your left side, and rolled up the baggy sleeves to your elbows. You replaced your biker gloves with hot pink ones that matched the decals of your cyan suit. Your goggles rested atop your head, its arms snug behind your ears. Buckling your tool belt around your waist, you gave yourself one last look over in the mirror before shoving your outside clothes into the locker and slamming it shut.
You had just barely missed the sound of metal limbs scuttling through the vents.
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“Alright, so Freddy’s hand needs some repairs, Chica needs her trash chute emptied– again– Monty’s chest has open gashes, and Roxy’s, oh for fuck’s sake , missing an eye. D.J.M.M has nothing to report, and it looks like the Daycare Attendant has nothing either.”
A foreign ping of disappointment hit you. You often looked forward to any instance the Daycare Attendants needed work done. You liked to explore their mechanisms, how their insides functioned, their protocols when they would shift from the Sun to the Moon and vice versa. On uneventful nights, you would slide down to the daycare just to hang out with the Sun under the guise of cleaning his parts from the children’s onslaughts of glitter and musty hands. You felt disgusting, perverted almost, for developing an excitement for their presence. It wasn’t like you could be totally to blame! The way they towered over you, only being the same height when they were sitting with a slouch and you were standing straight. Damn them for being nine feet tall. Or how their large hands were made for handling children with ease but were dreamt of manhandling you instead. Or the sound of the Sun’s voice excitedly exclaiming your name as if he had been waiting for you all day and the rush of adrenaline when the lights would shut off and the Moon would approach you like a deer carcass waiting to be ravaged by wolves.
You could best describe it as waves of nausea that make you want to vomit your insides out until there is nothing left inside of you, displayed to those you have eyes for like an offering at an altar. Gross.
You knew they were sentient with A.I more advanced than you thought was possible before working on them for the first time, but the guilt of thinking that there was even a sliver of a chance that they returned such affections buried you. The most you could call each other were close friends. Were they even capable of being passionate like that? They didn’t even have the parts to get any service.
Instead, you settled on spending your early evenings with one hand clenched into the pillows above you and another down your undergarments, screwing your eyes shut as your hand attempted to love you into relief. It helped to keep your affections under control when around them. Post nut clarity was a bitch.
All you could hope for was that you had some time to spare to visit them later that night. You twisted your neck to pop the bones before popping an earbud in and making your way to the greenrooms.
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The clock struck four ante meridiem. You, in your oil and silicone binder covered glory, had just finished with Roxy’s agonizingly long eye replacement. You rolled your own, imagining her and the gator getting into a physical quarrell, leading to the both of them having damages for you to address. Neither were easy to work on as you could only lay your hands on their mechanisms once you coaxed their ever inflating egos.
“What a shitty thing to say,” you falsely lamented as you twirled your fingertip across Monty’s chest. “You work so hard just to be undermined like that. I guess not everyone can appreciate how cool you are.”
“The fucking audacity of that guy,” you scoffed, gazing with admiration at Roxy through her vanity’s reflection. “You’re clearly the best, he’s just being stubborn.”
Like children, you thought to yourself, always needing to think they’re right. It was such a stupid thing to fight over anyway; which one of the band members would be more valuable should one of them have to be decommissioned. You couldn’t even recall how this conversation sparked, only that it had gotten so bad when Freddy got involved and numerous S.T.A.F.F. bots were being decimated, you got a frantic call from management begging you to come in for repairs. As much as you wanted a full weekend to sleep in and jerk it sexy style to your animatronic coworkers, you couldn’t exactly leave your friends in need, especially being the only nighttime technician available. Oh, the struggles of being completely antisocial unless it came to robots.
You popped your earbud out by the wire, checking the time on your Fazwatch. Your shift didn’t end for another three hours...
You could go see the attendant!
He shouldn’t be out on patrol for a while. He could use a surprise visit, you hadn’t seen him since last night anyway. Such a tortuous amount of time for that poor thing to be alone. Your lips curved into a smile as you almost skipped to the daycare, ignoring the glances of S.T.A.F.F bots and patting the heads of Wet Floor bots passing by.
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You didn’t bother to knock, instead opening the massive doors as quietly as you could and stepping onto the foam mats with a tip toe. You looked around for the attendant. The lights were on, so he should be somewhere around the colourful facility. You shut the doors behind you, wincing at the loud banging noise they made as they closed.
Well, there goes the whole surprise aspect.
Your head snapped upwards at the sound of an ecstatic gasp. Your eyes met the blank white ones of the Sun leaning on his balcony’s railing like a lovestruck princess. His hands clasped together in front of his buttoned chest. You grinned at him, waving a hand to him excitedly.
“Sunny–!”
“STARLIGHT! YOU’RE BACK!”
The automaton jumped down from the balcony, landing on his feet perfectly like a cat with the zoomies and rushed towards you. He scooped you in his thin arms, twirling you around with a giggle as your legs swung along with the turn. As his laughter died down, he hoisted you up with your legs dangling down and his arms around your lower back for stability. His grin somehow widened. “I thought you were gone for the weekend! We missed you so much, we did! Are we finally having a sleepover? Are we, are we? ”
Your eyes widened at the sight, blood rushing to your face. His eyes gazed up at you from below your chest, his head tilted slightly to the side. He held you up like you weighed nothing even with all of the tools still stuffed in your chunky belt. His rays vibrated in excitement. He’s held you before, but not like this, not in a way that left you so… vulnerable. You forgot how to breathe as you stared down at him, your hands stiff on the sides of his faceplate. Had you not had half a mind, you would lean down, putting his upgraded facial flexibility to use as you covered his lips with your signature flavoured chapstick. Maybe he’d graze his hand up your back, sending shivers to your spine. Maybe he’d set you down somewhere softer before caging your body in his form, wrapping your legs around his waist instead. Maybe he’d–
“Starlight? Helloooo, Earth to starlight!” He called out, pulling you out of your aroused trance. “Don’t go dozing off on me, we have so much to do tonight!”
“Huh–? Oh, I’m just here for repairs! The, uh, the band got into some sort of fight and it got… messy,” you explained, trying to save face, “but I thought I’d pay you a little visit as well. See if y’all have any issues while I’m here.”
Nice save, sweet mechanic, totally didn’t seem desperate to get messy with him instead.
“Oh, starlight, you’re so nice!” He buried his faceplate in your torso, swaying your back and forth as he nuzzled. “So nice to us, so good to us! Such a hard worker ,” You held back the urge to arch your back to him for his praises, to pull him closer, instead keeping your hands busy with his rays with a soft smile on your lips. He was such a kind guy, such a good friend.
Friend.
Hm.
He leaned his head back to look up at you again with a more coy expression. “You know, there is a little something we need to tell you– oh yes yes it needs your attention! Immediately!”
Oh?
“Oh! I mean, okay! May want to, uh, may want to put me down then.”
With an excited crackle from his voice box, he set you onto the padded flooring. “So, what’s going on, big guy?” You asked, craning your head to stare up at him. He tilted his head to the side, sheepishly tapping his fingertips together in wave-like motions.
He couldn’t dance around the idea anymore. The Sun and the Moon had been pondering telling you how they felt about you for ages now, both growing impatient as you didn’t seem to pick up on their hints. Either your oblivion or your complete lack of interest in the two kept them apart. And it frustrated them to no end.
But now that they have the chance to tell you? Now that the Sun’s gone in too deep and can’t swim his way out of your infested waters? Ooh boy, his nerves ached.
“Well, you see, we’ve been having certain, aha, feelings lately. It-It’s like a tightness in our chest and lower abdomen, but it feels good! And everything gets so so so warm and sensitive …”
Oh.
His vocal pitch dropped as he spoke, going from a gigglish and awkward tone to his usual static. He took a step closer as he brought both hands to hold your face. It felt more like a cradle as his fingers could meet at the top of your skull. A thumb slid down to pull your lower lip down. Your breath hitched in your throat. That tiny tiny throat of yours the celestial robots couldn’t help but imagine would swallow over parts they lacked. Unfortunately.
“It-It only happens when we’re around you! Or when we’re thinking of you! My goodness, starlight, you wouldn’t believe the things we’ve thought about you. Everything we want to do with you, everything we want to do to you…”
Oh.
“How much we miss you when you’re away, how warm we feel when you’re around, how nervous we get anytime you do any kind of maintenance on us,” He went down on one knee to meet you eye to eye. you could have sworn you saw hearts in those milk empty eyes of his. “We are so so so in love with you, starlight, ever since you came in just to fix us up in the middle of the day. You woke up just for us! You’re the only one that’s been so kind to us like that. You’re so gentle and pretty and-and perfect. Oh goodness, my sweet star. We love you. I love you.”
You gazed up at him in disbelief. No way, you thought, no fucking way. Your hands came up to hold his wrists, your fingers playing with the bells attached to the ribbons.
You let out a shaky sigh with a cocked brow. “Like, both of you? ”
Sun nodded with a positive hum. “Both of us! You don’t know how sweetly Moon speaks of you.” Nor did you know of all the kinky thoughts he had as well, how he’d whisper filthy words at his daytime counterpart as they thrusted their pelvic plate aggressively into their hand, describing every detail of your body from what he saw in the locker room through the vents, but Sun thought it would be better to keep that fact to themselves. You didn’t need to know how much of a creep the Moon really was for you.
“For now.” The Moon interjected, giggling low in their shared headspace.
“Stop it!” The Sun internally spat. He shook his head to return his attention back to you, who stood as still as a statue not daring to look away from him.
“We love you so much. So so much.”
“I…” You found yourself at a loss of words. You shut your lips, your face burning too much for you to think properly. Should you say it back? Is this even allowed? Are you going to get fired if you start a workplace relationship for tampering with the robot?
The Moon rushed into a panic.
“Sun, we fucked up. Abort, abort!”
Sun couldn’t even scold his nighttime counterpart for his foul language. He panicked at your lack of response as well. His smile immediately dropped as he sputtered regrets, his hands letting go of your cheeks as he stood. “Oh- Oh my god I am so sorry, I must have seen us wrong. I’m so sorry! Sorry, sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
Your grip on his wrists tightened and brought his hands back to cradle your face.
“Can I kiss you?”
You leaned forward, inching closer to his faceplate. The Sun shot up to an upright stance, his fans running in overdrive to cool himself down. If he was physically capable of blushing, every inch of his silicone body would be tinted with dark orange. His rays vibrated in place.
“Does that mean you…? You really–?”
“Yes, it does. I love you both, too.”
He beamed with a squeal and a slight bounce at his knees. “STARLIGHT! You are so cute, of course you can kiss me!” He exclaimed between giggles. He bent down again into a ninety degree angle, pressing his lips against yours and fluttering his eyes shut. A deep dreamy sigh surged from his voice box with a little twinge of Moon’s voice tangled in it. Your hands slid up his arms and wrapped around his neck, standing on your toes to kiss him deeper. His left hand slid from your cheek to hold the back of your head. Thin streams of steam shot through the vents between his sun rays.
The need for oxygen ached at your lungs, forcing you to part away. You quietly inhaled, staring up at him with a different look in your eyes the two have never seen. The sound of his overworked fans broke the silence between you as you caught your breath. You cracked a smile, your chuckles echoing against the daycare’s walls. “Oh my god, you have no idea how nervous I was that y’all wouldn’t like me like that.”
He gasped theatrically. “How could we not? I mean, look at you! I just want to keep you up in our room so you can never leave us, so no one could ever see you. Just us, our constellation for us and only us to appreciate!” His possessive words felt foreign in his cheerful tone, yet sounded so… like him; unhinged and aggressive. He migrated his hands down to your lower back, fidgeting with the rim of your tool belt.
“Oh yeah? Someone’s awfully proprietorial,” you teased, running a hand up and down the buttons on his chest. He shivered at the contact with a doped smile. “How would I ever get anything done then? How would I do my job if I’m stuck in your little balcony, hm? I’d be so bored–”
“You-You could let us take care of you! Oh, yes, we’d take such good care of you, we would! We’d love to share you! We love how kind you are to help the others, but-but we can’t help feeling a little…”
You raised a brow. “Jealous?” He nodded. You hummed sweetly at him, your hand moving to gently stroke his silicone sun rays. “Awe that shouldn’t be an issue, I only have eyes for the both of you. No need to be envious.” The Sun leaned into your touch, his voice box rumbling to resemble a content moan as he leaned in to kiss you again. His lips moved faster, more desperately, and his fingers moved to clutch at the collar of your jumpsuit. You leaned into the hand that supported your back, groaning into his mouth. He could taste the mint flavoured chewing gum you swallowed moments prior to entering the daycare.
“Oh hohoooh, you taste soooo good , starlight…”
The Sun pulled away to gaze at your face. A string of your saliva connected his silicone lips to your puffy ones, your eyes half shut and your cheeks burning with a deeper pigment. You looked… tantalizing. He felt a coil develop in his lower wiring; there was that familiar sense that compelled him to move his hands below the layers of stained clothing to touch your skin, to rid you of your Fazbear approved uniform and worship you, to grind you against his bare pelvic plate until you’re both sobbing and conjoined in an amalgamation of pleasure.
Within their head, the Moon was practically banging at the walls and screaming at him. “They’re clearly tired, move them so they’re not standing, dumbass! Get them on the desk! On our bed! Lay them somewhere! Let me out, turn the lights off and let me OUT.”
Heeding his advice, the Sun scooped you into his arms behind your thighs, lips still locked with yours as he carried you to the security desk. He wasn’t taking you behind the desk, so he wasn’t technically breaking any rules, right? He set you down, keeping your legs locked around him and keeping you sitting upright with his hands wrapped around your torso. You pulled his chest flush to yours, gliding a hand to the wires behind his faceplate with an idea and giving an experimental tug. He briefly pulled away from the kiss with a crackled moan.
“ Nnngh! Star-starlight! That’s sensitiiiivvee…” he groaned out, huffing as you twirled some exposed wires around your textured index finger.
“Yeah, and you like that, don’t you?” You gave another pull, smiling innocently at his trembling form.
“Mhm mhm mhhmmm! Oh, that’s so so not fair! Not faaiiirrr!” You giggled at his whimpers, pressing kisses at his cheeks. Your sex throbbed with every needy whine he let out, rewarding you for finger fucking his panel’s wiring. His hands scrambled to your uniform’s zipper. “Can-can I take this off? Please? Pretty pleasseee?”
You nodded with enthusiasm, unblocking your tool belt and setting it aside to make it easier. You leaned back on the palms of your hands, watching as the Sun slowly unzipped your jumpsuit. The zipper ended just above your crotch line where the shorts began, revealing your garments beneath it. “Oh my goodness…” He whispered, rolling the sleeves off of your arms and lifting your hips with one hand to fully remove it with the other. He shook the debris off of your jumpsuit before folding it neatly and placing it on the desk beside you.
You hummed curiously at him. “Well, I don’t want to be rude and just throw it on the floor like some feral scoundrel !” The Sun explained, referring to his nighttime counterpart and his more… chaotic fantasies about you.
You rolled your eyes as he made work to remove your gloves. He folded them, one over the other, before demurely placing them atop your uniform. He tugged at the second layer of clothing you still had on, looking at you for permission. You lifted your hips again with a nod. He beamed as he stripped off the unnecessary layers, leaving you with just your underwear in your signature colour.
He gawked at the sight of your silhouette on full display for him, hands sliding down and up your exposed skin. “You are sososo beautiful, dolly. Look at you…” He sounded breathless at the sight, as if he needed to breathe. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, just like my perfect star deservesss.”
You giggled, tugging at his ruffled collar. “I shouldn’t be the only one getting undressed, sweetheart. That’s so not fair, ” you pouted playfully, mocking his tone from earlier. The pressure inside of him grew more intense as you made work to remove the collar, sliding it down to rest on the plastic top. Your hands slid up and down his already exposed waist, fingers catching on his buttons, taking advantage of how sensitive he became for you. He moved his hands to the desk to support himself, to cage you beneath his form. Your hands felt so much better without those stupid gloves, and you were still so gentle . You took your time feeling him up. You drank in his moans and pleas for further contact. With starving eyes, you looked up at him as your fingertips met his waistline.
“May I?”
“So close, they’re so close. Fuck, please–”
“PLEASE! Oh, please, my star, touch me! Give me morrreee!” He keens, bending down to stare at your hands turning him into a trembling mess.
You beamed at his begging, untying the skirt around his waist to loosen it and dipping your hands below the waistline. As you had expected, you were met with a clear space of silicone. Your skin almost burnt at the contact; it would have had it not been for the Sun’s internal fans keeping him from setting you both ablaze. You began to palm at his crotch, watching his face contort with pleasure. His teeth parted, steam spilling from his lips into the space between you.
“A-ah! Right there! Touch me the-ere!” His voice fragmented as he immediately pushed into your hand. You stared in lovestruck awe as he used you to get off. “You feel so good! So good, my star! Love you, love you so mu–uch! Ngghh… ”
Leaning in further, you pushed your hand up against him, your fingers flat against the silicone. He nearly sobbed at the contact, arms shaking in their attempt to keep him upright and eyes screwed shut from the stimulation. You could have sworn the entire Pizzaplex could hear the sounds he was making, how dirty the two of you sounded out in the open. It wasn’t enough. His moans and cries of lust between the white noise of his fans wasn’t loud enough.
You needed him to scream your name for you.
He cracked open his eyes, chest heaving at the sight of your hand buried deep in his striped costume pants. He shook his head erratically. “Oooh this isn’t fair at all! No no noooo, oh ho ho goodness, you need to-to feel good, too!”
He brought a hand to your covered sex, sliding his thumb up a small spot of precum that leaked through. Your back arched to push yourself against him with a soft exhale, relieved to finally be touched as well. He moved his thumb to the waistline of the cloth. “Can-can I move this, sunshine? I wanna touch you so bad, please? Please, let me touch you!” He begged once again, his voice shaking. You nodded once again, lifting your hips.
“Oh, no no no we can’t have that! I wanna hear it from you, starlight! You can use your words, can’t you? Can’t my perfect thing tell me–”
“Yes! Yes you can touch me! I need it honey I need you !”
Spirals of sparks went off in his internal cavities hearing your impatient wishes. Your free hand reached behind his wiring, clutching his cables to regain control. The Sun cried out as you forced him to look at you. His sensitive wires were given no mercy in your grip as you demanded with frustration in your voice.
“Fuck me! Love me! I don’t care how you touch me, just make me yours!”
The Sun blinked at you, trying to regain his thoughts through your fingers clenching around his wires and your commanding cries repeating in his head. He slammed his faceplate onto your lips, kissing you as he pulled down the final layer of clothing that kept you hidden from him. You gritted your teeth at the sudden warmth of his hand, a low growl seeping through. “Yeah, there we goooo ! Oh my goodness, you’re so worked up, my sweet star, so needy for me…” He rambled onto your lips, fingers working at the tip of your sex. He sighed dreamily at the feeling of your arousal coating his fingers. His chest fluttered knowing he was to credit for your vulnerability.
Covered in precum, he slid his middle finger down inside your entrance with very little resistance. He gasped at the tightness of your walls, how smooth your flesh felt against his finger. He keened at the sight, trying his best to start with a slow and gentle pace. He couldn’t risk breaking you, not his star. Moon would have to kill him. Oh, he couldn’t even imagine what Moon was thinking right now; how pissed off he must be that he got to be the first to touch their starlight. He was barely able to tune out his swearing, clawing at their head and demanding him to let him loose onto you. The thought of jealous Moon being able to do nothing but watch as he ravaged you only motivated him more to make you see stars herself.
He cooed at you as your precum dripped out onto the desk and painted his hand. “Oh starlight, such a mess–!”
You threw your head back with a pornographic groan, pushing your entire hand harder against his crotch. His knees buckled with an aggressive sob, causing a low laugh to rumble from your throat.
“You can go a little faster than that, yeah? Please , honey? Give me a little more? ” You teased, leaning onto your back and pulling him down with you. He landed his weight on his hand, planting it above your head and enveloping you once again so as to not crush you. The thought of his entire body weight crushing you wasn’t an… awful concept to you. Maybe some other time.
“Any-anything for you, starlight! Anything for you!” His ring finger joined his middle inside of you. He quickened his pace as he reconnected your lips to swallow each other’s moans and growls respectively. You locked your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. Anytime he thrusted his hips into your hand, it forced his fingers to go deeper against you, creating an aggressive and addictive rhythm.
“That’s-that’s it, starlight! You’re taking me so well! We’re gonna marry you someday you know that? Yeah, we’re gonna get married and have the nicest honeymoon where it’s just the two of us like thi-is! Mm gonna love you forever and ever , sweetheart! Our sweet, sweet spouse, we’ll take such good care of yo-ou…”
Your face exploded in a blush from his sentiment. Sure, you just found out that they returned your affections, but not to this extent, not to the point where he was already thinking of marriage. What was next, children? A mortgage? Three cats? How long did it take them to even want such a domestic life with you?
You forcefully tugged at the wires behind his head, drinking in his pathetic moans and whines. “Yeah? You're gonna be good husbands to me? You’re gonna take care of me and never let anyone else take my place?” You moaned against his lips, refusing to let him back up to look at you anytime he tried to. He whimpered as your fingers tightened their grip on his cables.
“Never! Never, oh we’re never leaving you, no no no no! You’re the only one for us! We-we promise! Oh, fu- uck I’m close! I’m so close pleasepleasepleaseplease please keep going just like that! Ugh, I wish I had a cock! I wanna cum inside of you so ba-ad! Starlight! ” He wailed, his hips moving at a brutal pace into your, ensuring bruises in your walls the next day. Your skin felt like it was melting off of your bones when you increased the friction on his pelvic plate. You dug your teeth into his bottom lip with a grunt, forcing a pained whine out of him as you chased both of your highs. His hips gave three more sloppy thrusts to his fingers before his legs squeezed together and he screamed. The sound of your name rolling out of his lust drunk tongue slammed against the walls of the daycare. His body shook as he orgasmed with his wires throbbing uncontrollably within his chassis and waves of shock coursing through his endoskeleton. He whined in repeated spells as he came. You shushed him and gently stroked his wires.
“There you go. Did that feel good, my love? You did such a good job.”
He panted as he slowly came down from his high, his forehead resting atop of yours and his eyes gazing lovingly into your own. You smiled through the scorching heat bleeding into your palm, leaning slightly upwards to press a chaste kiss to his dented lips. He let out a faint giggle and kissed back.
“You didn’t… You didn’t cum, did you?” He asked, his voice trembling with realization. You shook your head. As much as you would have loved to finish all over his hand, he looked exhausted and fucked out and rebooted. You’d hate to overstimulate him. During your first time at least.
“I don’t need to, my love–
“Oh no no no that’s not good at all! Of course you need to!” He beamed with a sudden resurgence of energy that almost gave you whiplash. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t let my darling spouse finish?” You could hear the Moon’s influence in his voice. With a kiss to your forehead, he began moving his fingers again, quick to move at a brutal pace. You gasped and maoned at the sudden abuse of that one spot that drove you feral .
“ Ngh , oh god right there! Right the-ere!” You cried out. Your hands moved to clutch his shoulders, nails digging into the silicone and leaving more dents to his casing. You’d fix them later, after you were done panting and yelling like an animal over the Sun.
“Yeah? Does that feel good, starlight?” He asked, mimicking your taunting from earlier. He leaned in close to your ear, your head moving to the side to make room for his lips to graze against your neck. “Oooh I can feel your pulse from here! Your heart rate’s going even faster, it is! All for little ol’ me!” He added a third finger inside of you, feeling your walls tighten around his digits. You yelled out his name, arching your back against his chest. His grin widened at the sight of you falling apart with your brows furrowed and your teeth bared.
“You’re so so tight , my love! You gonna cum? You gonna cum all over my fingers? Please, please starlight! Cum all over me! I wanna see you make that handsome face while you look at me! Can you do that?”
Your eyes glared into his as the pressure built up much quicker this time, pushing you to the edge. You slid your hands to hold either side of his face plate. “Love y-ou, love you both so so much-! Ungh , I’m so close I’m so close I’m so–! ” You cut yourself off with a cry as your walls spasmed over his fingers. His name spilled from you repeatedly in rasped whispers, your throat sore and dry. He could feel your legs trembling around his waist.
The Sun’s movements gradually slowed down, guiding you through your bliss with your cum seeping into the crevices of his hand. He cooed at you with sweet noises.
“Was that good, starlight? Did I do a good job? Did I, did I?” He bounced in anticipation.
You heaved out a sigh and a tired laugh. “Yes, yes, Sunny. You did amazing .” You massaged the tips of his sun rays, earning a content purr. He slowly removed his fingers before you sighed from the loss. He looked down to his fingers while he spread them, watching strings of you keep them connected before falling between the crevices. He was borderline mesmerized with how your body was willing to take him fully and coated him in your love in return.
He hummed sweetly at you before kissing you, much less desperation leaking from his lips this time. You happily returned the affection. Your lips molded and melted together as your limbs loosely draped around one another.
“I love you,” he whispered to you.
“I love you ,” you whispered back.
They allowed time to pass around them as they gently brought each other back down to reality. Your allotted overtime was coming to a close soon. You only had about an hour and a half left.
“So, uhm,” You started, “You know how you said you wished you had… those parts?” You motioned your hand towards his crotch. The Sun perked up at your hints.
“Oh, I do remember that! Why, what’s on your mind, my constellation? Hmmm? ” He keened, voice laced with intrigue.
“Well, you know, I’m just thinking. Silly old me, always thinking.” Your fingertip drew mindless shapes across his chest now covered in condensation from his steam output. “What if the next time I’m scheduled, I attach a little upgrade onto you?”
His eyes widened into saucers with a gasp. “You mean, you can make us one?”
“I’d, aha , I’d have to buy the appropriate part from a third party, but as long as I secure it to the right wires and reroute some sensors, I can make it functional for you guys.”
The Sun squealed with excitement, crushing your body with his arms and swaying you from side to side. “Oh, sunshine, we’d love that! We’d love that so much! It’ll be so much fun!” With exaggerated ‘mwah!’ sounds, he kissed each inch of your face. “You are just a doll, you know that? So kind to us, so giving! You are so perfect.” He gave a final kiss to the tip of your nose, eliciting a low chuckle.
“Anything for–”
An overwhelming ‘thump!’ echoed throughout the daycare as the lights shut off completely.
Your hands jolted away and your legs unhooked from the celestial themed robot, giving him space as the shift began. With uncomfortable groans and the whirring of mechanisms, his hands clutching at his head, yellow tones were replaced in favour of shades of blue and white. His stance straightened, a new fluffy nightcap taking the place of mock rays of sunlight. There he was. There was the Moon, glowing dimly in the dark.
Red glowing eyes glanced downward, taking in the sights of the Sun’s and the technician’s work. His pants hung loosely from his hips. Your exposed sex glistened with slick that slowly dripped onto the foam padded floors. Your sunken eyes stared into the red lights of his own, a soft smile curling into your lips once you returned your arms to wrap around his waist. His fingers floated over your body before he settled them into your inner thighs. His faceplate tilted closer to allow you to close the gap. His lips immediately melted into yours, soft movements drawing quiet groans from the both of you. Dark blue fingertips pawed at the skin of your inner thighs, taking in how your skin felt against his silicone chassis. He pulled away only by an inch to allow him to speak.
“Finally, I was getting so tired of just watching.” His voice was much coarser than the Sun’s. “Did you guys have fun? You looked nice below him.”
Right. He could see everything the Sun could when he fronted, and vice versa. They weren’t able to feel everything from the headspace, but they shared every sight available and heard every sound made. You chuckled at the thought of him watching.
“Awe thank you, I’m glad you liked the view,” you mused.
He hummed curiously. “I must say, you look a lot better from right here…”
One hand slid closer and closer to your still sensitive sec with the other taking a place behind your neck. You gasped, looking up at him as best as you could with lust clouding your gaze. He felt the coil in his wires once again with weak knees. The way you looked at him could get you whatever you’d like out of him, despite you barely being able to see him at all. You could ask for the planet, and he would bring you all eight from the solar system. He kissed you feverishly, starstruck by how easily you sunk into him. A deep laugh gurgled in his chest, his faceplate moving to ask in your ear with that guttural voice you loved so much.
“Oh, pretty pretty starlighttt,
won’t you let me touch you this time?
”