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“Are you certain you are okay with this?” Freddy asked, watching you struggle to precariously balance the three boxes in your arms. “I am certain that I could manage this on my own—”
“It’s fine!” You would have waved his words off, if your hands were free. Instead, you just give him a quick nod and smile. “I wasn’t doing anything important anyway.”
Other than using the bathroom…but you weren’t about to say that part out loud.
Besides, you didn’t like walking through the Pizzaplex alone when it was after hours. You knew you were probably just being paranoid about it, but you always felt like you were being watched.
With Freddy there, the darkness didn’t seem quite as daunting as usual.
Carefully, you shift the weight of the boxes stacked in your arms into a slightly more comfortable position. “What’s in all of these anyway?”
“Fan mail!”
“Huh.” You would have imagined they’d be lighter. Then again, you were carrying three boxes. “Are these all for you?”
“Of course!” His ears wiggled a bit, and you bit back a smile. “Not that the other band members don’t get their own fan mail—these boxes just happen to contain everything addressed to me. I think it would be strange if I were going through their mail. And very illegal.”
Would it be weird to call Freddy “cute?” Because he was being very cute right now.
“So, do you like, reply to all of them one-by-one?” Just the thought of that made your nose wrinkle. “Or do you have, like, a sorting system for going through everything?”
Freddy took a moment to think, and you shifted the stack again. Man, your arms were really starting to feel the burn.
The Pizzaplex was so quiet during these hours. It made you feel strange, being out in the middle of such a wide, open space with minimal lighting. Like you were a mouse in an open field, with a hawk circling above.
“My system is modulated to respond to every piece of fan mail personally.” Freddy didn’t see the way your eyes bugged at the realization that he was answering all of these by hand. “There is a set script that we usually send in response, so my real job is mostly just signing autographs.”
“That is so much work.” Thank god robots couldn’t get carpal tunnel.
“Maybe, but it is worth it.”
You hummed and nodded along. Yeah, you got that.
Sure, you weren’t a huge fan of kids on a personal level, which was funny considering you mostly worked in the Daycare section of the building, but you did like seeing them happy.
And getting a “hand-written” letter from their favorite mascot? It would have sent you to cloud nine if you were a kid. Full-on recess bragging rights, for at least a week tops.
For a little while, the conversation petered out, leaving nothing but the electric hum in the air of nearby machinery and the sound of your own footsteps echoing in the darkness. The hair on the back of your neck was standing on end, skin prickling with goosebumps as a cold draft blew in from somewhere unseen.
If you were alone, it all would have been a lot more intimidating.
Luckily, Freddy didn’t notice the way you were shivering, nor did he seem half as hyper-vigilant as you felt. You had to stop looking over your shoulder or else he would eventually catch on.
Instead, you tried to focus on the things you were passing by. Like the Lucky Stars merch shop! That was a place you sometimes worked! And close by, the aforementioned Daycare.
Maybe if you walked quickly enough, you could get by without—
“If I may ask, how are you liking Daycare duty?”
The sound of his voice was nearly enough to make you jump; you’d gotten so used to the “almost” quiet.
You paused mid-stride, turning to see Freddy had stopped completely. He was looking past you, at the large glass window that separated the inside of the Daycare from the rest of the plaza. From where you stood, you couldn’t see much going on inside. It looked almost completely empty, aside from a few spare toys left out and about.
Which was a little weird, because Sun usually did his nightly cleaning at this hour. But now he was nowhere to be seen.
…Why did you have a sudden feeling of foreboding?
“Oh—it—it’s fine. Wwwhy?” You’re not sure why you drew the word out and immediately felt stupid for doing so. Thankfully, Freddy didn’t see you cringe.
But when his gaze turned to you, you couldn’t stop yourself from freezing up, like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck.
“Well, in my experience, most Daycare employees prefer to stick to the…day shifts.”
You felt your heart leap into your throat as his stare burned straight through you.
“We don’t get as many who prefer taking the night shift. So, I was just wondering what you may have found…more agreeable about the position? For future reference, I mean!”
“Oh, uh, it’s—” You had this. You had practiced for this moment. Just pick an excuse and run with it! “I like. Working at night. I have insomnia, so it’s easier to just, like, do stuff at night and then sleep during the day.”
That wasn’t a total lie. More like a white lie. Little. Something agreeable and easy to digest. Something someone wouldn’t push too much against. Pry too far into.
Hopefully, anyway.
“And how is your…relationship with the Daycare Attendant?”
Your palms were starting to sweat. You could feel a hot flush creeping up to the tips of your ears, burning across your face. Were you shaking? You felt like you were shaking.
Where was he, anyway? The Daycare seemed awfully empty without Sun’s presence around. It was weird, looking in and not immediately seeing him.
“It’s good! I mean. We’re fine. We get along. Fine.”
For a moment, your words hung in the air. And the longer the pause between the two of you grew, the more nervous you felt. Your fight-or-flight was starting to kick in, and you desperately wanted to find a hole to simply drop down into, never to surface again.
Then, finally, Freddy spoke up. “That’s good to hear! I know we have had…complaints centering around the Daycare in the past, so I just wanted to check in and make sure your experience was a good one! I am glad to hear things are…fine.”
There was something in his tone that made your stomach feel all squeezy and flip-floppy inside.
“Y-Yeah, all good!” You laughed, too loud and for too long. “Where are we taking these again?”
You’d been walking with these boxes for forever.
“But—”
Ah, damn it. You thought you’d gotten away.
“Please do not take this the wrong way,” you heard Freddy say, “but I do not believe you are being completely honest with me.”
“I…don’t know what you mean?” You tried to sound as inconspicuous as you could, but your heart was hammering away at the inside of your throat like the beating of a hummingbird’s wings against the fragile bars of a rusty cage. Despite how hard he was staring at you; you just couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes.
“Has the Daycare Attendant ever made you uncomfortable?”
“No.”
You said it way too quickly, pulling the brim of your cap down over your eyes so you don’t have to meet Freddy’s gaze.
“I mean—not really. Maybe at first, when we didn’t know each other that well. But we’re friends now! Really…really good friends!”
Maybe more than that. Maybe a lot more than that.
But you weren’t about to admit that out loud.
“You seem nervous.” Freddy replied, and you jumped when you suddenly felt the heavy weight of his hand land on your shoulder. “I hope I did not say anything that upset you. I was merely concerned for your…”
His voice trailed off, and you finally looked up from under the brim of your hat.
Freddy…was not looking at you.
He was looking past you. At something over your shoulder, over your head, hanging just behind you. Above you.
And suddenly, you were very aware that something felt…off, in the air. Tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Slowly, you followed his line of sight. Up, and over your head.
The sound of your heartbeat roared in your ears, as the looming shadow of whatever Freddy saw approached from the other side of the glass.
It wasn’t until you saw Sun’s plastic smile pressed up against the windowpane that you remembered how to breathe.
Oh, it was just Sunny!
…Why was he looking at you like that?
Actually, it didn’t look like he was looking at you at all. His head was cocked just so, beaming white pupils practically glaring a hole into the hand that Freddy rested on your shoulder.
You’d never seen him this way before. Hunched over, arms hanging limp at his sides, and rays sunken into the sides of his head. His shadow hung heavy over where you stood, leaving him backlit by the Daycare in a way that was…very intimidating.
“Sun…?” His name leaves your mouth before you can stop it.
Then you see his head move a little and you know he’s heard you. And like that, the tension seems to just—shatter.
Sun disappears from the window, moving so fast towards the doors of the Daycare that your stomach flips.
“Well, hello there!” His voice is slightly muffled for a split second before the doors slam open. And then there he is, arms thrown open, bouncing in place, like he hadn’t just been staring at you like you were a piece of meat just seconds ago.
“Ho-ho! My goodness, look who it is! Gosh, I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, friend!”
It’s something he calls you often. His favorite little nickname for you. And yet this time, it doesn’t feel like he’s saying it the way he usually does. There’s a coldness to it. Something clipped and downright harsh.
“And Mr. Fazbear! My-oh-my, isn’t this my lucky night!” He clasped his hands together, holding them to the side of his face that was meant to look cute. “Seeing you both here—together! Gosh, what could you two be up to, I wonder?”
“Sundrop.” Freddy’s voice sounds like it’s shaking for a moment, but he clears his throat. “We were just talking about you!”
“Oh, little ol’ me? What luck!” Sun takes a half-step out of the Daycare, unfolding to his full height. “Well, here I am!”
It’s strange, remembering just how tall the Daycare Attendant really is compared to the other animatronics. But now you are remembering it very well.
Slowly, you see Freddy take a step back, his hands raised up as if to defend himself. “Not behind your back, of course!”
“Oh-ho-ho, but it was!” Sun waved a finger playfully, far too close to your face. “But! Let’s let bygones-be-bygones! Besides…”
His free hand came up, fingertip tracing a little line across the sealed top of the box you were carrying.
“I’m still more curious about what you were up to! Anything I can assist with?”
“No, I’m just—” You don’t know why it sounds like you’re trying to defend yourself. It feels like you have to. There’s something about the tone in Sun’s voice that is setting off every alarm bell in your body. “Helping carry some boxes.”
“I can see that, silly!” Sun taps the tip of your nose, and you flinch a little without meaning to. “What’s in them, I wonder?”
“F-Fan mail.” You have no idea why the word gets stuck in your throat—why does the air feel so heavy? “It’s just a lot of fan mail.”
“Fan mail!” He says the word almost incredulously; hands postured on his hips. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
He doesn’t mean it. The words slip through gritted teeth, and you can practically hear the way his jaw is grinding behind that placid, plastic smile.
“Sure would be nice if I got that sort of thing…”
There’s an awkward beat of silence. You try to think of something to fill it but come up short.
The tension in the air is so heavy it physically makes you uncomfortable. It’s only for a few seconds, but finally, mercifully, Sun breaks the silence.
“But! Fan-mail schman-mail! Problem is, I need my assistant to help me out with something super-duper important. You wouldn’t mind if I borrowed them, would you?”
Freddy takes a step back as Sun steps forward, and you stiffen a little as his hands curl over your shoulders possessively. You can feel him hanging over you, and you have to stifle the urge to yelp when he suddenly jerks you backwards, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body.
His assistant. You are that, mostly. So, he’s not wrong there. But you feel there’s more to it than he’s letting on. There’s something in his tone that has your heart-beat racing faster than the beat of a hummingbird’s wings.
“I don’t believe that would be a problem, but—” Freddy pauses to look at you, and you give him a weak smile. “They did agree to help me with my task first.”
“Oh, I know that!” Sun giggles, his fingers digging hard enough into your shoulders that you flinch. “But I reaaally need their help. Besides, it’s just a few boxes! You can handle that much, can’t you Mr. Fazbear?”
It’s a very pointed question. In fact, it sounds downright rude.
You frown. “Sun, I offered to help—”
“Hush.” His grip tightens slightly. “This isn’t about you.”
“What?” It obviously is, or else you wouldn’t even be caught up in the middle of it! “Just let me finish helping Freddy first, then I can come back and—”
“Oh, I’m sure he can do this on his own. He wouldn’t want you running back and forth just to carry around a few boxes, now would he?”
The last three words are punctuated in a way that offers no compromise. It puts Freddy in a bad spot, and you can tell that he can tell the same thing.
“Well…I suppose if you are sure that you need their help right now…”
“Oh, I do!” Sun clasps his hands together, his tone suddenly pleading and earnest. “It’s very, very, veeery important that I get their help right now, or else—oh, I don’t even want to think about it! The mayhem it could cause! Oh, the humanity!”
He throws an arm across his face, like the drama queen that he is, and you have to stifle a snort.
“Well, if you are sure that it is time sensitive…” Freddy seems more confused than anything, but you really don’t blame him. “I would not mind taking the rest of these off of your hands.”
“Well…” You echo, shifting the weight in your arms once again. They were pretty heavy, and it probably would be easier for Freddy to just take them back. But you’d agreed to help, and you felt bad for just leaving him to do all this by himself—
The feeling of fingers digging into your shoulder broke your train of thought. Sun leaned down, his shadow weighing over you like a dark blanket.
“Come on then, friend! Don’t keep us waiting!”
After a moment’s deliberation, you heave a sigh and reluctantly hand the boxes over. It’s just easier not to put up any more of a fuss than is necessary. And the relief that immediately rushes through your sore arm muscles makes that reluctance a little less so.
Yeah, those boxes were heavier than you wanted to admit.
As soon as the boxes shift out of your arms and into Freddy’s, the air seems to shift. The tension is gone, and Sun is pulling you back by the shoulders once again, gentler this time.
“Well, that’s that! Thank you so much for your understanding, Mr. Fazbear! We won’t take up any more of your time!”
“Oh, alright then? Thank you for your help, Superstar, have a Fazzerific night—!"
You’re barely able to catch his words before Sun is shoving you through the Daycare doors, letting them slam closed in Freddy’s face. You barely manage to catch yourself before you tumble to the floor. When you turn around, Sun is facing you, his body hunched slightly, arms bent around his back to pull the double-doors closed behind him.
You suddenly feel very small, like a bird trapped beneath the gaze of a hungry snake.
“Wasn’t that fun? That was fun!” He chirped, head cocking slightly to the side. “But now, now, now…what to do with you?”
He said that as if he was the one with questions here.
“So, are you going to tell me what the hell that was?” You turn to him fully, gesturing to the doors. “You were being so rude—”
“Ah, ah, ah!” Sun held up a finger, cutting you off. “No, no, friend! I’ll be the one doing the talking here. And you—”
He took a single step forward, poking you in the chest with the same finger he’d wagged in your face. You had to fight back the urge to swat his hand away. “Are the one who’s going to listen!”
“Okay…?” Color you confused. More than confused. Befuddled. Bewildered. Baffled, even.
“Tonight we’re going to play a game—”
“What?” You had no idea what he was talking about. “Sun, did you drag me in here because you wanted to play?”
Would that usually be something you’d find adorable? Maybe. Was it annoying when you were in the middle of helping someone—someone you had offered your help to in the first place?
Yes, very much so.
“Don’t interrupt me, Sunshine.” He cooed, grabbing your chin to wiggle your head to-and-fro. There was something so patronizing about the action, but you couldn’t find the words to argue with him. Your brain was still trying to put two-and-two together.
“Like I said, we’re going to be playing a game tonight! It’s one of your favorites.”
He leaned in close, so close that you could hear the grinding of his jaw behind his faceplate.
“We’re going to be playing Sunny Says!”
Ah.
It clicked then. You understood what he was after.
“Sun,” you say softly, placing a hand on his, “were you jealous?”
“Stop talking.”
“It’s okay to be jealous.” You feel a smile start to cross your face. A little laugh bubbles up in the back of your throat. “I was wondering why you were acting like that. I can’t believe you were jealous of—”
“That’s strike number one!”
His hand moves up, fingers digging slightly into your cheeks as his palm covers your mouth. It’s not enough to hurt, but gets his point across, and kills the words before they hit your tongue.
“Sunny Says. Stop talking.”
His tone of voice leaves no room for negotiation. So, you do as you’re told, and you stop talking. Instead, you reach up to gently peel his hand from your face, rocking your jaw back and forth as if to silently say, “That was a little rough.”
But Sun doesn’t apologize. Instead, he seems to regard you with curiosity, stepping back as his rays click rhythmically in a circle.
You have a lot you want to say. To ask. To tell him to knock it off and talk to you like an adult. Yet the curiosity is killing you: there’s a part of you that wants to see how this plays out—what he has planned.
Because, sometimes, it’s more fun to play along.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere more private?” He finally asks after a long beat of awkward silence.
Before you can say anything, the world tilts as Sun suddenly scoops you into his arms and wheels the two of you into the sky. You hadn’t even seen the line appear behind him, and the sudden rush makes your brain feel like it’s bouncing around inside of your skull. All you can manage is a high-pitched squeak as you’re suddenly, effortlessly lifted and carried up, up, up.
You probably would have shrieked if you had the air left in your lungs to do so.
When the two of you finally land on the platform overlooking the Daycare, you struggle to stay balanced. Even when your feet hit the “ground,” you’re left swaying and dizzy. Sun’s hands hold your shoulders steady.
“Ho-ho! Careful now!”
You want to smack him. Instead, you let him lead you through the heavy velvet curtains that separate the alcove from the rest of the Daycare, still a little shaken from the sudden flight.
“Sun—you have got to warn me next time you do something like that—”
“That’s strike number two, Sunshine!”
You gape at him, but he just slides a finger beneath your chin, gently pushing your mouth back closed again.
“Oh-ho, don’t look at me like that! You’ll catch flies that way.”
He wiggled your chin again, and you swallowed around the urge to snap at his fingertips like an angry cat. But Sun just giggled, as if your ire was just the funniest thing.
“You look so cute when you’re frustrated! Buuut, just in case—” Then he released you, instead swaying his way over to the dilapidated vanity that sat in the middle of the room. He shuffled through the drawers for a moment, before popping back to full height with a grandiose, “Ah-ha!”
You only had a moment of confusion to wonder what was so special, when Sun whirled around to reveal…a length of ribbon.
“Ta-da!” He showed it off to you proudly, wiggling the fabric between his hands. “This will work perfectly!”
“What are you talking abou—mmph!” The words had barely left your lips when Sun swept the ribbon around your head, pulling it tight around your mouth. You realized what was happening instantly.
He was gagging you.
“Mmph—mm mmhph mh!” You tried, pathetically, attempting to pull the fabric off. But Sun just batted your hands away, wagging a finger at you as if you were a naughty child.
“Ah-ah-ah! If we’re playing this game, we’re playing it right! That means nooo ifs, and, or buts!” He giggled as he tied the ends of the ribbon together behind your head. “And this will help you remember who’s in charge here!”
All you could do was glare at him.
“You look so cute like this!” He flicked one end of the ribbon over your shoulder, fingers flitting up to brush along your cheek. “Like a cute little present, all dolled up…and ready to be unwrapped.”
You gasped when his hand suddenly gripped the nape of your neck, pulling you in close enough that you could hear the gears inside of his faceplate grinding as he whispered in your ear:
“Now, Sunny Says…take off your clothes.”
Oh.
Oh, that’s what this all was.
Okay, everything suddenly made a lot of sense. Now you were starting to understand why Sun had been acting so…like “that.”
He really was jealous, wasn’t he?
And now he was…what, staking some sort of claim over you?
That was adorable.
And…hot.
Really, really hot.
Slowly, you raised your hands up to the collar of your shirt. Keeping eye contact, you slowly undid the first button. Then the next. Then the next.
Sun straightened back up, watching your hands move. He seemed calmer, now that he realized you were going to play along with his little game.
His fingers reached out, pressing to the heated strip of flesh that peeked out between the undone fabric. They slid down the valley of your chest, to the swell of your stomach, stopping just above the hem of your pants. Something warm coiled inside of you, moving down your spine and pooling between the junction of your thighs.
“That’s right. Good job, Sunshine!”
You let out a snort, shaking your head a little to try and keep yourself mentally above water. All this, when he could have just asked.
Your shirt came off with general ease, dropping to your side to be discarded and picked up later. Your pants were next on the agenda, Sun’s finger tracing the lining of your zipper in a way that called for action without a word being said.
So, you undid the button, unzipped your fly, and shimmied the fabric down your legs until it pooled around your ankles. You stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side to join your shirt in a pile.
Each step made you feel that much more exposed. Which, really, was an obvious thing—you were that much more naked, physically. But there was a mental component to it too.
Every piece of clothing you discarded made you feel like there was a new layer of yourself you were giving over to him. Something special, only to be seen and held and touched between the two of you.
Maybe you were overthinking it. But the thoughts were very warm, and they had your skin breaking out into gooseflesh in the wake of his touch.
For a moment, you stood there, in nothing but your underwear. Sun took his time looking you over, and the heat of his gaze made you squirm in a mixture of discomfort and…need.
Need for something. To be touched, to be held, to be…well, whatever he was planning on doing with you. Which you had an inkling, considering how your last “play times” with the Daycare Attendant had gone. But those were thoughts for another time, because Sun had caught on that your thoughts were starting to drift.
“Ah-ah! Look at me, Sunshine!” His fingers found your chin, gripping it to tilt your head up, so that you had no choice but to look him in the eye. “There we go! Muuuch better!”
You huffed around the ribbon tucked between your teeth. There was no need to try and come up with a response, he wouldn’t be able to understand you anyway. But he did notice the glare on your face, because he struck a somewhat bashful pose, giggling.
“Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
Oh, how you wanted to smack him.
Instead, you seethed silently, crossing your arms and tapping your foot. If this is how he wanted to play, then fine. You’d keep on playing along.
But he was going to have to give you better instructions, if he wanted his little game to get anywhere.
“Ooh, someone’s sassy! But need I remind you, friend, that you are not the one in charge right now~.” Sun crooned, the musical lilt in his voice melting away into what was almost a growl. “So, buck up and deal with it, Sunshine.”
He stepped around you, pulling you in close so that his front pressed up against your back. You shivered a little at the feeling of his thumbs rubbing small circles into the tight muscle of your aching shoulders. Oh, that felt nice.
“Now be good and still for me, okay?”
You nodded a little, not really listening. You’d let him do whatever he wanted as long as he kept touching you like that.
But then his hands started to move down your sides, slowly, gently. His icy fingertips made you squirm a bit. It felt nice against your heated skin, but at the same time, cold.
“You have to be still, friend. Be still.”
His hands fanned out as they came to rest on your hips. You felt Sun lean one of his legs forward, the knee crooking between your thighs in a way that made them part slightly.
With one hand still on your hip, Sun’s other hand slowly slid its way down the pouch of your stomach, stopping just at the hem of your underwear. You were much more alert now, heat coiling deep inside of you as your body reacted instinctively to his touch.
“That’s right, lean against me. Good job!”
You huffed a little, hips canting up slightly to try and get his hand to move lower still. But Sun just giggled.
“Someone’s needy.”
Of course you were, he was torturing you with all this teasing!
“But I don’t think you deserve it.”
If he didn’t touch you in the next ten seconds, you were going to scream—
“See, you did make me a little jealous earlier! Just a tad. And I don’t like that! I don’t like it when my toys are played with by other people.”
His finger traced little shapes along the meat of your thigh, desperately close to where needed it most, but still not quite close enough to sate the ache growing in your core.
“And you, Sunshine? You’re my favorite toy.”
The hand holding your hip was gripping so tightly that you almost feared it’d leave bruises. Not that you really cared, when ninety percent of your thoughts were focused on the need that was building between your legs.
“So! I’m going to take this chance to remind you of that! Is that okay?”
For a moment, he paused his ministrations.
And you whined, actually whined—which Sun seemed to like, because you could hear his fans kick on high as he giggled once again.
“I take that as a yes! Alrighty then, friend…let’s play.”
Then his leg was bouncing between your thighs, and his hand was sliding beneath the hem of your underwear, the other moving up to grope at your bare breast. You gasped as he pinched and tugged at your nipple, his fingers rolling the tiny, hard nub between them.
“I’m not gonna hold back anymore, so I hope you’re ready!”
Fuck, you’d been ready for what felt like an eternity…!
The feels of Sun’s hands were setting your body ablaze, from the soles of your feet to the tips of your ears, and more. You rocked into his hand eagerly, chasing the white-hot pleasure that encircled your spine every time his fingertips brushed against your swollen clit.
You whined his name from behind the constraints of your makeshift gag, feeing drool run down your chin from where it had managed to escape. How embarrassing. And yet, you couldn’t muster the focus to care about being embarrassed, considering how all your instincts were headed south.
“You’re so pretty like this.” Sun cooed. “I should have done this so much sooner.”
You were with him there. He should have done this so much sooner.
For a little while, you bobbed in that sea of pleasure. Letting him massage your breasts, tugging and pinching your nipples until they ached in the best way. With his other hand buried between your thighs, knee bouncing in a way that made you desperate for the need to be filled and fucked until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore.
“He’ll never see you like this.”
It was almost a whisper, but you still caught it. You had no idea what he was talking about, and when you turned your head to try and catch his eye, you suddenly felt yourself being lifted off the ground. You squeaked when Sun swept you off your feet, carrying you with ease towards the pile of blankets and pillows that made up his makeshift “bed.”
Well, “his” was a word used for those that questioned its existence. It was for you, and your “playtime” visits. Like now, for example.
He carefully laid you out on your back, straddling your waist and hovering in a way that made his whole shadow encapsulate your tiny, tiny body. God, he was so big.
“I’m done teasing you now, promise!” You didn’t believe him from the tone in his voice, but you allowed him to guide your wrists above your head, where he held them with a single hand. Normally, he would have linked one of his pinkies with your own to seal the deal, but now he seemed to have other plans.
Not that it bothered you in the slightest. As long as his hands were on your body, you would let him play with you like the little doll that you were.
“Now, how should we do this?” He mused, tapping his chin with a finger. “I could always let Moon play with you for a little while—buuut, I don’t really want to share right now. Even if it’s with myself. And I don’t think you want me to either, do you?”
You shake your head. Sun has never been like this with you before, and you kind of want to savor this new experience. You know he does too.
“Ho-ho, good! Becaaause I wasn’t going to anyway!” He tapped the tip of your nose once more with a giggle that made your hair stand on end. “This is our playtime. Just you and me, Sunshine!”
You felt a little bad for Moon. Knowing him, he was probably seething inside at the missed chance. But you could always play with him another time. Sun deserved a little “privacy” with you now and then, just like he did.
Sun stroked a hand down your cheek, and you nuzzled into his warm, comforting touch, looking up at him from under your lashes.
“So pretty,” he crooned. “My pretty little dolly.”
You would have offered a compliment back if you’d had the ability to speak.
Instead, you decide to show your enthusiasm in a different, more visual way. As Sun’s hand trails lower on your body, sliding between the valley of your breasts, down the arch of your stomach, you allow your thighs to fall open. Practically offering yourself to him as best you could manage.
“Oh-ho-ho? Is this an invitation?” His hand paused there on your stomach, fingers rubbing a small circle along the sensitive, flushed skin. “Well, who am I to say no to that?”
Your breath hitched as his fingertips danced down to the apex of your thighs, gently pushing them even further apart so that he could slide a knee between them. He hiked one of your thighs over his hip, massaging it gently.
“There we go! Nice and comfy?”
You nodded again.
“Good, because you won’t be moving from this spot for a long time.” His voice dropped again, into that slightly raspy tone that sent all the blood in your body rushing south. You had to stop yourself from trying to dry-hump his knee from where you lay, that was how badly you needed him.
Mercifully, Sun’s fingers hooked into the elastic of your underwear’s waistband, tugging slightly. “Up and over, please!”
You lifted your hips, allowing him to pull them down your legs, until they hung just slightly off your ankle.
“Now with those out of the way…!” His fingers wiggled dramatically, forcing a little laugh out of you. He was such a ham. “Let’s have some fun!”
Finally, you thought to yourself. Really, he could talk your ear off all night if you let him. Instead, there was a moment of reprieve, only the sound of ruffling fabric and jingling bells as Sun fiddled with his pants.
“J-Just a moment!” He laughed nervously. “We’re experiencing…a tiiiny bit of a wardrove malfunction!”
It took him a second to get the ribbon acting as his belt untangled, but eventually it fell away, fabric sliding down his thighs just enough to reveal the smooth metal of his legs and groin area. You felt your cheeks flush that much hotter at the sight of it, and your fingers itched to touch him.
Ah, if only your hands were free.
“There we are! Aaand—” There was a metal hiss, and then a soft “pop!” as the metal covering that held his cock back sprang free. “Voila!”
It was about damn time.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he teased, fingers dancing down the meat of your thighs to pry them even further open. “Poor thing! You just can’t take the anticipation, can you?”
You really couldn’t. Your whole body burned with need, sweat dripping down nape of your neck. The air hummed with tension so thick it made your hair stand on-end. Your eyes were trained on his hips, taking in every little bob and twitch of his cock as it laid, hot and heavy, against your entrance.
Sun rutted against you gently, his voice breaking a bit. “W-We’re going to have so much f-fun! Aren’t we, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. The pet-name made your cheeks flourish with a new bloom of heat, curling across your face in a way that made it hard to fight back a smile. You were a little glad you had the ribbon then, or else you knew Sun would have been merciless in his teasing.
“Now, no more waiting!” He giggled again, light and airy.
You tensed a little as the tip pressed against your entrance, back arching slightly as he eased into you, inch by inch. Fuck, he felt so good, it had your toes curling into the sheets.
“Ah…tight!” He whimpered, doubling over a little. “I always forget just how tight you are.”
Your eyes rolled back as he finally slid all the way into you, hips bumping gently against your own. And then he was all the way inside, and your body was buzzing with so much heat you felt like you were going to explode.
For a moment, Sun just sat there, hips barely moving. The hand that held your wrists finally came back down to cup the side of your face. You kept your hands where they lay, not wanting to move a muscle, lest the spell break.
“I’m going to start moving now.”
There was no wait for an answer, not that you would have been able to give him one anyway. All you could do was lie there, as Sun’s hands slid under your hips, lifting them up to give him a better angle.
The first thrust was a little wobbly, but he soon found his balance, and before you could wrap your head around it he was thrusting into you so hard and fast that it made your body bounce.
Fuck, fuck, fuck—
The floorboards creaked under your weight, and a part of you was a little afraid he was going to put you through the floor. The rest of you didn’t give a damn.
All your instincts flowed south, chasing the incredible high his touch had dancing up and down your spine. White hot lightning licked like flames up your legs, tightening in your core so deeply that it threatened to snap at any moment.
Sun fucked you like a man possessed. You were used to the Daycare Attendant being…”passionate,” in his games, but this felt like something else entirely. Something damn near feral, like he was trying to break you in. And fuck if you weren’t one hundred percent okay with that, as long as he didn’t stop—
“That’s it, Sunshine.” He chuckled, voice low and raspy. “You’re doing so good!”
You couldn’t control your hands anymore. No longer were they pinned above your head, and now they were grabbing at his wrists, his arms, trying to find something to anchor you to the feelings that were overflowing. You could barely do anything other than thrash and writhe beneath him as he fucked you so hard that it made your vision go blurry.
You would have cried out with every thrust, had your mouth been free. It didn’t stop you from trying to force the sounds out, though, muffled as they were.
His hips slammed into yours so hard that it almost hurt—and that was okay. You liked this new side of Sun, the side that needed you so badly that he could barely control himself.
“No one else will ever see you like this, y’know that?” Another giggle, this one high-pitched and warbling at the edges. Like he was struggling to keep his voice even. “It’ll only ever be you and me, right, Sunshine?”
You nodded, breathlessly. You’d agree with him again and again and again, about anything he wanted you to, as long as he kept moving his hips like that. It felt so fucking good, you were gonna…!
“Ah, ah, ah!” And then he stopped, and you let out a pathetic little mewl as the white-hot pleasure that had nearly hit a breaking point suddenly petered out into a nice, but not enough, warmth. “Not yet.”
You wanted to scream.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that!” Sun huffed, crossing his arms. Then he giggled again, wagging a finger just inches from your face. “I know, I know, you can barely stand it! I see that look in your eyes!”
Oh, if looks could kill.
“But I’m just making sure my point gets across!” His hands were once more under your hips, lifting them up so that they hung around his waist. You felt him slipping out of you until only the tip remained, and that had them canting upwards to try and chase after him. The absence of being filled, feeling him filling you, was driving you crazy. “So wriggly! Just relaaax, Sunshine. Sunny Says…be still.”
You had to force yourself to stop moving, and even that felt like a Herculean task. Your body burned with need, waves of it crashing over you like the ocean to the shore. Every fresh wave had you clenching all your muscles in an attempt to keep your own body under control.
“Good, good! Thaaat’s it.” Sun rocked his hips slowly, easing himself back into you as you laid there and shivered. “Just lay back…and let me take care of you.”
His pace slowed to something almost gentle. Near lovemaking in nature. It had your eyes rolling, your spine arching, and your nails digging into the mats.
But you couldn’t call it “love,” because there was no love involved.
Couldn’t be. Just the thought of it made your chest squeeze so hard that it was painful.
And yet, when he leaned down, you couldn’t stop yourself from winding your arms around his shoulders, dragging him down and closer still. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up to smash your face against Sun’s, pitifully attempting to kiss him through the ribbon wound between your lips.
You couldn’t stop the tears that pricked at your eyes when you felt him freeze up—only for a moment—before his hips were thrusting at that breakneck speed again, pummeling into you in a way that was pure electric bliss.
“Oh, is that how you want to play?” His voice sounds nothing like the bubbly, sickly sweet Sundrop that he pretends to be in front of the kids. This Sun is rougher, with a gravelly, raspy tone that dips into something that reminds you of Moon. “Well, fine. Let’s play your way, then!”
His fingers dug into your thighs so tightly that you could feel the bruises forming, but you still didn’t want him to stop. The heat radiating off his body was burning you alive, and yet you clung to him, allowing Sun to use your body like a living toy.
“Again.” He demanded in-between thrusts.
You kissed him again.
One of his hands curled possessively around the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair to keep you tethered to him.
“Again!”
Another kiss. Then another. And another. And another. You kissed him until your lips felt bruised and swollen, until you could feel drool leaking down your chin, until the pleasure coursing through your body was so overwhelming that you couldn’t take it anymore…!
Too hot! It was too hot!
You squealed as the orgasm hit you, the sound muffled behind the gag, face still pressed tight against Sun’s as he forced another final, demanding kiss out of you. Your legs quaked violently in his grasp as the shockwaves rocked through you, spine arching up and off the ground in such a way that you felt like you were flying.
And then you were floating. Thoughts hazy as the white-hot pleasure ebbed away into something much warmer, gentler. As you sink back down to Earth, your body sinks into Sun’s arms.
You can feel him still moving. There’s a grinding sound getting louder and louder, and you realize, with a bit of amusement, that it’s the sound of Sun grinding his teeth.
“Nnh…hah…!”
You can’t help but let out a little puff of laughter. Trying to contain his sounds, is he?
God, he was just so adorable you couldn’t stand it.
“Ah…!”
The dull, delicious throbbing between your legs suddenly hits a high as you feel Sun’s hips slam home again. And moments later, there’s a thick, hot gush of something wet between your thighs.
Ah! He came, you think through the fog. Finally.
“Gh…g…gosh! Th-That was fun!”
You…couldn’t believe him.
The man nuts in you and the first thing out of his mouth is, “That was fun!”?
You were going to bust a gasket.
“Mmph mm mmm mmf!” You chided, articulately.
Sun let out a little gasp. “Oh! I forgot about that—here, let me just…”
He gently tugged on the bow at the back of your head, and the ribbon finally fell away. You sucked in a breath of fresh air, rubbing your sore jaw. Hopefully the tightness of the ribbon wouldn’t leave any suspicious marks on your face, because you had no idea how you’d be able to explain them away.
“Was all that really necessary?”
“I don’t know, did it get my point across?” Sun traced a finger down the valley of your breasts, stopping just above your heart. “Sunny Says…what are you?”
“I-I’m…” You stuttered, face flushing with a fresh wave of heat. “I’m…your t-toy.”
“That’s right. Good job!”
“All this…” You huffed, splaying on your back amongst the sea of blankets and pillows. “Because you were jealous.”
“I was not!” He dared to look offended.
“Jealous.” You pressed.
“Not!”
“Of Freddy Fazbear.”
“Sunshine.” His hand dipped lower, fingers splaying across your stomach. You felt butterflies explode beneath his touch. “Do you want a round two?”
Despite the warmth that bloomed through you, you swatted his hand away. “No. Too sore right now.”
Waaay too sore. You can already feel the ache between your legs starting to spread into your thighs. Damn, he really did a number on you.
…He was right. That was fun!
“Mm…fine. Maybe later, then!” He leaned down, gently pressing his faceplate to the top of your head. “Ho-ho! You really are my favorite toy! Mwah!”
You snort, but nuzzle into his arms regardless.
He could be so jealous sometimes!