Chapter Text
The distraction
A month passed in a dizzying whirl of stolen glances, secret messages, and clandestine rendezvous. Sunny and Spongebob were officially dating, a fact they both guarded with the zeal of spies.
Their relationship was a thrilling, dangerous affair, fueled by the intoxicating knowledge that they were actively defying the unspoken rules of Bikini Bottom's great restaurant war.
Every shared moment felt like a tiny, perfect rebellion, making the mundane excitement of their connection even more potent. It felt so good to do something so wrong, and the secrecy made everything—the hand-holding, the whispered sweet-nothings, the intense passion they shared—feel daring and electric.
Sunny on occasion would drop by the Krusty Krab during her lunch break. It was a risky move, but one that thrilled the two of them. She and Spongebob had perfected the art of the quick, hidden hook-up, managing to use the restaurant's walk-in freezer or an empty storage closet for their stolen moments of intimacy—a thrilling deviation from the usual picnics and house visits.
Today, the restaurant was blessedly slow. Mr. Krabs was in his office counting money, and Squidward was asleep at the cash register, his head resting heavily against the back wall. It was the perfect window.
Sunny slipped quietly into the kitchen, finding Spongebob wiping down the grill. He grinned when he saw her, his eyes twinkling with both excitement and anxiety.
"Sunny! What are you doing here?" he whispered, his voice hushed as he hugged her.
"You're going to get caught," he whispered, a mix of desire and terror in his voice.
Sunny leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, a slow, sweet press that promised more. Spongebob held her hands, stopping her from pulling away, before pulling her away from the window's view and further into the shadows of the kitchen.
"You shouldn't be here," he hissed, his eyes darting toward the kitchen entrance, frantic with worry. "If Mr. Krabs sees you, he'd kick the both of us out and think that I was working with the enemy! I could lose my job, Sunny!"
Sunny smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips that made his heart pound faster. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "Relax, Spongebob," she purred, her voice low and husky. "It's fine. I know this is the time the big crab usually goes to his office to bathe in his cash, so he's completely distracted. And the octopus is sleeping at the register. We are totally alone."
She didn't wait for his reply, instead pushing him gently back against the cool, stainless steel wall of the walk-in storage area. She quickly captured his mouth, pulling him into a hard, desperate kiss. Sunny quickly checked the gap in the door to ensure they were completely concealed from anyone walking by the kitchen.
Spongebob's body responded instantly, his hands gripping her waist. "W-wait, Sunny! We're at work!" he protested weakly, though the protest lacked any real conviction.
"I know," she murmured against his lips, her own voice husky. "That's why this is going to be so much fun."
She pushed him away slightly, "I want to try something new, Squarepants," she whispered conspiratorially into his ear.
She didn't answer his question verbally. Instead, she let her right hand drift down his body, her fingers tracing a slow, agonizing path over his uniform until they settled on the thick, hard evidence of his desire pressing against the front of his pants. Her grip was firm, possessive, and electric.
“Mmm, you want to try something new? And you can't wait for my shift to be over? The guys could be walking around looking for me, if they see us together like this-”
"I can't wait, SquarePants," she whispered, her voice a low, throaty challenge that sent a fresh wave of heat through his body. "And knowing that someone could walk in at any second? That just makes it better. Don't worry about Mr. Krabs. Let me worry about you."
She applied a gentle pressure, making him gasp, before she pulled her hand away. With a swift, practiced movement, she lead him back further into the darkened room until they were near a few shelves, and she spun him around until his back was facing her for a moment.
"Like I said, I want to try something new, Squarepants," she whispered conspiratorially into his ear.
Before he could respond, she produced a length of rope—thin, but surprisingly strong, perfect for the job. She quickly tied his hands behind his back before turning him to face her once again before securing them firmly around the leg of a metal utility shelf on the back wall.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Spongebob asked, a nervous laugh escaping him. His initial hesitation quickly gave way to a surge of pure, raw excitement. He tugged his hands, feeling the rope tighten, and a slow, delighted grin spread across his face. "Ohh, Sunny, you are being a very naughty girl! This is my Kind of Kink! I like it!"
"Good," she purred, her fingers quickly unbuckling his pants and pulling them down and slides them all the way down to his ankles. Spongebob gasps, a sharp intake of breath that sounds loud in the sudden, charged silence of the room, as his member springs out from his pants, an eager, undeniable presence, instantly ready for action. He leans forward, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, "Sunny?" He calls her name, a hint of question in the sound, as if he were unsure whether this was truly happening or if she was still interested after so long. But there was one thing he did know, a fierce, burning certainty that eclipsed all doubt: he wanted her, desired her, needed her even more now than he had moments before.
Sunny's eyes, wide and heavy-lidded with a lust she couldn't hide, follow the curve of him as she smiles down at his member. Her fingers, trembling slightly, reach out, not quite touching, just tracing the air inches above him. "Oh, Spongebob," she breathes, the sound a mix of admiration and pure hunger. Her voice is deep, laced with affection and a raw, carnal urge. "Even after all this time, seeing you like this... I still can't resist it."
Sunny finally spun around to face him, the mischievous glint in her eyes morphing into a look of bold, naked intent. Keeping her gaze locked on his, she reached down and unbuckled the belt of her Chum Bucket jeans. With a deliberate, agonizing slowness, she unzipped the front and pushed the denim down, letting them pool around her ankles. Her hands reached up and unbuttoned the bottom three buttons of her grey polo shirt, revealing a thin strip of bare skin above the waistband of a tiny, vibrant red thong.
Spongebob’s breath hitched in his throat. Beneath the uniform, she wore the thong, the thin strip of fabric doing little to conceal the deep, tempting curve of her bottom.
Her hands never left her hips as she took a confident step forward, closing the distance between them. Spongebob was still standing there, slightly rumpled and breathing heavily, his own desire straining the front of his pants. She pressed her back against him, the soft, firm curve of her thong-clad backside landing precisely against the hard, eager length of his cock.
She let out a soft, delighted gasp, feeling the unmistakable heat and length of his arousal. With a slow, sensual rotation of her hips, she began to rub her booty against his member, trapping his rigid length between the luscious cheeks of her ass. The rough texture of his dick offered a delicious, teasing friction, but it wasn't enough.
As she continued to move her hips in a mesmerizing, slow grind, she could feel the hard, blunt tip of his penis pressing insistently against the delicate lips of her ass, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers of white-hot pleasure radiating through her core.
He watched as she slid off him, the wet, sucking sound of her exit leaving him gasping. His arms strained against the rope, the knots biting into his wrists, fueled by the agonizing frustration of being completely unable to touch her. The torture was exquisite; he was inches from release, completely bound, and now she was pulling away.
Sunny, her breathing ragged and her blue skin flushed, turned to face him. She didn't look remorseful; she looked deliciously wicked. She reached out, placing a hand on his chest, and gently pushed him backward.
"Time for a change of position, handsome," she purred, her voice a low, throaty rasp.
With surprising strength, she guided his body down until he was sitting on the cold wooden floor, his back pressed firmly against the metal utility shelf he was tied to. The rope securing his hands to the shelf leg remained taut, leaving him completely helpless. He was now seated, exposed, and entirely at her mercy, an eager, breathless captive watching her every move.
She knelt down before him, her eyes tracing the thick, straining curve of his erection. A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips, and she reached out, her fingers closing around him with firm, possessive intent. She moved her hand with a slow, agonizing rhythm, watching his head fall back against the cold steel, the low, breathy moan that escaped him a sound of pure, helpless surrender. The sight of the powerful, usually frantic Spongebob reduced to a bound, whimpering captive, completely at her command, sent a jolt of delicious power through her. She was a master of distraction, and now, she was his master of pleasure.
She expertly slid down onto his erection, sighing with pleasure as his hard, thick length filled her completely.
As she slid down, Spongebob fought against his restraints, tugging and twisting the rope around his wrists. The feeling of her so tight around him, the exquisite pressure of her soft, wet heat enveloping him, felt both amazing and profoundly wrong at the same time. He wanted to touch her and to participate, to wrap his arms around her waist and help set the pace, but his hands were tied, leaving him a helpless, ecstatic captive.
She began to ride him, slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on his. Spongebob let out a ragged moan, his eyes closing in bliss. The feeling of being completely bound and unable to move, while his lover controlled the pace and intensity, was unbelievably arousing.
She leaned back slightly, her back arching, her hands supporting her on his chest, allowing her to fully control the angle and depth. Each downward thrust was a deliberate, agonizing pressure that made Spongebob groan, a low, thick sound that resonated through his core. Her internal muscles tightened around him, a velvety vise that was quickly driving him to the point of no return.
"Sunny," he managed to gasp out, his voice raw, his head falling back against the shelf. The sight of her, so utterly dominant and beautifully consumed by pleasure, was intoxicating. "You're... you're too much, my love. Don't stop."
She smiled, a wild, beautiful look in her eyes that promised a world of devastating pleasure. Her hips sped up, finding a punishing, relentless rhythm that slammed her down onto him again and again, the slapping of their wet bodies and her ecstatic, ragged moans the only sounds in the room. She was riding the sheer, unadulterated passion of the moment, seeking only the peak.
Suddenly, a piercing, high-pitched WEE-OOO! WEE-OOO! alarm blared through the Krusty Krab. It was the Krabby Patty Secret Formula security alarm.
"The alarm! Plankton!" Spongebob yelled, his eyes snapping open. He began to struggle, tugging on the rope. "Sunny, stop! get off! I gotta go! He's here!"
But Sunny just dug her fingers into his shoulders, her hips never slowing. She leaned in, a wicked, beautiful smile on her face. "Not yet, handsome. You're too close to the finish line and I won't stop til you get there."
"Gah! Huh, No! I have to stop him! Sunny, you have to get off of me!" Spongebob insisted, though his hips were now instinctively bucking up to meet her frantic rhythm. He was completely trapped, pinned to the wall, his own body betraying his mission. The combination of the immediate danger and his inability to escape was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
"F-Fu-uck! Sunny! I'm about to—" he gasped, but she just smiled.
"I should have known!" Spongebob shouted, though he was still breathing heavily, his voice ragged. "This was a setup! A distraction! You did this on purpose!"
Sunny just dropped to her knees, expertly taking his fully engorged cock into her mouth and beginning to suck, still protected by the partial cover of the freezer door.
"Mm-hmm! Yeah, Plankton's plan," she mumbled around him, giving him an apologetic, yet determined look.
Spongebob's eyes rolled back in his head as her mouth worked its magic, the anger melting away into pure, unadulterated pleasure. "You are such a naughty, naughty woman, Sunny!" he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
The moment he felt the tell-tale rush of imminent climax, the training took over. With a primal yell, Spongebob tore the rope from the shelf with a desperate burst of strength. He pulled his cock from her mouth and quickly fastened his pants before bolting out of the kitchen.
"You are going to regret that later, Sunny!" he shouted over his shoulder as he ran past a confused Mr. Krabs and out to confront his tiny nemesis, leaving the chaos behind.
Sunny smiled, quickly zipping up her clothes and wiping her mouth with a slow, deliberate motion. She had a feeling she wouldn't regret a single second of it.
Spongebob burst through the kitchen doors and skidded to a halt in the dining area. With a practiced, swift movement, he snatched the bottle of the Krabby Patty Secret Formula right out of Plankton's tiny hands.
Plankton, however, didn't seem upset by the defeat. Instead, his single eye narrowed in a triumphant, knowing grin as he took in Spongebob's utterly disheveled appearance. His uniform was rumpled, his pants were zipped hastily, and he was breathing heavily, his yellow skin flushed a deep, tell-tale red.
Just then, Sunny strolled casually out of the kitchen, looking calm and perfectly composed, though her own cheeks held a subtle, rosy flush.
"Well, well, well," Plankton squeaked, his voice oozing insinuation. He gestured to Spongebob's messy state and then to Sunny. "How was 'it,' Spongebob? You certainly look like you enjoyed the distraction. You must really like my newest intern, eh?"
Mr. Krabs and Squidward, who had rushed over to assess the damage and the successful retrieval of the formula, looked from Plankton to Spongebob, and then their gazes settled on Sunny.
Spongebob's face was indeed a mess. Across his cheeks and forehead were several unmistakable smears of pink lipstick. Sunny's pink lipstick.
Plankton let out a high-pitched, triumphant cackle. "Looks like someone was getting a little hands-on training from the enemy! Did you enjoy the taste of defeat, Spongebob? Or should I say, the taste of my intern’s lipstick?"
Spongebob’s face, already flushed from his frantic run, now turned a deeper, mortifying shade of red. He clutched the formula bottle tightly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. "It was—it was a misunderstanding, sir! A grappling move! She was... she was distracting me with a complex feint!" he stammered, frantically wiping at his cheek with a trembling hand, succeeding only in smearing the evidence further.
Mr. Krabs’ single-minded focus on the formula was momentarily derailed by the sheer, scandalous nature of the scene. His eyes, usually dollar-sign green, widened into alarmed yellow circles. He looked at the disheveled Spongebob, the composed Sunny, and the smug Plankton. The logic was impossible, yet the lipstick was undeniable.
"A grappling move, ye say?" Mr. Krabs bellowed, his voice laced with disbelief and fury. "That’s pink lipstick, SquarePants! Ye’ve been canoodlin’ with the enemy! Right here in me own restaurant, while Plankton was makin’ off with me treasure!"
Squidward, whose nap had been violently interrupted, finally registered the situation. He stared, utterly aghast, his typical indifference replaced by a look of bewildered disgust, leaning in for a closer inspection of Spongebob’s face.
"Pink lipstick, Spongebob?" Squidward sneered, the judgment dripping from his voice. "I honestly didn’t think you had it in you to be this cliché, even for you. And with her? The Chum Bucket’s lackey? The nerve!"
Sunny just smiled, a small, entirely unrepentant curve of her lips. She met Spongebob’s panicked gaze with a look that was equal parts mischief and deep affection. The damage was done, the secret was out—or at least, the worst part of it. She took a tiny, deliberate step closer to Spongebob.
"We suffered a temporary setback, sir," she announced to Plankton, adopting her usual professional tone, though her eyes never left Spongebob’s. "But the operation was a success."
Plankton’s single eye darted between the three Krusty Krab employees, savoring the unfolding disaster. "Indeed, intern! A resounding success! Consider this a new layer to our strategy: The Distraction Protocol! Keep up the good work, Sunny! You have clearly broken the yellow imbecile’s resolve!" With a final, victorious cackle, Plankton activated the tiny jet pack concealed in his shoe and flew out the front door of the Krusty Krab, leaving utter silence and simmering tension in his wake.
Sunny, completely unbothered by the three sets of eyes boring into her, took another deliberate step forward, closing the final distance between her and Spongebob. With a confident, almost possessive look, she reached up, cupping his still-flushed, lipstick-smeared cheek. She pulled him toward her and planted a slow, deep kiss right on his mouth.
The sound was a soft smack followed by a wet, drawing noise as she pulled away.
Squidward’s jaw dropped so low his clarinet-playing tentacles nearly scraped the floor. Mr. Krabs blinked once, then twice, his initial fury slowly morphing into a begrudging admiration.
"Well, I’ll be," Mr. Krabs muttered, running a claw thoughtfully over his chin. He let out a booming, slightly lecherous chuckle. "Alright, Boy O, I’ll hand it to ya! That there’s a magnificent distraction! A bold move, son, a bold move! If I hadn't been in me office countin’ me money, I woulda done the same thing meself! Get yer priorities straight, though! No more canoodlin’ with the enemy in me kitchen while me treasure’s at stake! You take yer… uh… grappling moves outside the premises, ye hear me?"
Spongebob, still clutching the secret formula, was utterly swooned, his eyes unfocused and dreamy. He barely registered his boss’s instruction, focused only on the lingering warmth of Sunny’s lips.
"Y-yes, sir," Spongebob mumbled, his voice a dazed whisper. He looked at Sunny, a complex mix of disbelief, passion, and excitement warring in his blue eyes. "I’ll see you later, Sunny. We—we are absolutely going to have a serious talk about today."
Sunny grinned, the mischief never leaving her gaze. "I’m terrified," she said, though the playful lilt in her voice suggested the opposite. She winked one last time, turned on her heel, and walked casually out of the Krusty Krab, leaving a shell-shocked kitchen crew and a truly, madly, deeply infatuated sponge in her wake.