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Living with the now former daycare animatronic was nice. Having someone to care for you and to take care of made it easier. Plus they enjoyed cleaning while you struggled since it had felt like a punishment so your now shared space was cleaner than when you were on your own. Also they did laundry for you which was nice. Getting out of a shower to warm towels and blankets was amazing.
What wasn’t amazing was how rarely you were truly alone.
Even though your bedroom was off in the corner of the apartment, the walls were thin and if you could hear sun or moons quiet laughter in the living room, they could definitely hear you.
Which meant you hadn’t gotten off since they moved in. You'd come close during a shower but the water started to run cold and you needed more time before you could feel satisfied. You knew it had made you more irritable and if you could tell anyone, you’re sure they wouldn’t blame you. You just needed an hour alone. You deserved a few but beggars can't be choosers.
Luckily for you, your opportunity came in the form of errands.
“We’re going to go run some errands,” sun said, peaking around the door frame to talk with you. “Do you need anything while we’re out?”
‘To cum for once’ you wanted to say but instead you smiled and asked them to pick up some stamps and one of those canned drinks you like to have as a treat. Sun had smiled at that and laughed a little before patting the door frame and leaving. When the front door to the apartment closed, you quickly got up and shut your bedroom door, locking it, and hurried to find some wank material.
Before long you were stuffed full with one of your favorite toys. Your mouth hung open as you breathed out whimpers and moans, one hand driving the toy into you as the other played with yourself. You whimpered desperately as your arms cramp up, trying to meet your own thrusts with your hips in order to continue the pleasure you were giving yourself. You swapped hands until the arm thrusting felt better and swapped back. You had long since abandoned your phone on your chest when the pleasure had made your eyelids heavy but it was alright because now you had your imagination to fuel you. You imagine the pleasure isn’t coming from your own hands— that they’re another’s or even a machine, anything that would let the pleasure continue without cramping.
But when you think machine, the mental image of a split color metal torso between your legs, humping into you fills your mind's eye and you feel a jolt of greater arousal to your pelvis.
“Oh fuck,” you breath, head falling back. You latch onto the idea of your roomates fucking you since your horny hits seemed so in favour. Sun- oh sun would take care of you, you think. You could imagine him being slow and meticulous about your pleasure, making sure youre very much a mess before he joined in. He was a giver, afterall. Maybe hed be cheeky and edge you woth a cocky expression but you think hed stuff you full and praise you sweetly as you climaxed.
“Oh god, Sun,” you breathe out, because the house is empty. You can be a little noisy. You imagine them fucking you all day, imagine the mess they make of you and when night falls, you imagine moon. He'd be rougher, you think. It would fit his personality. He’d stuff himself in you and squeeze your hips, little pinpricks of pain where his nails dug in but he wouldn't hurt you. Not unless you asked. You could omagine him folding you in half into a mating press, fucking into you with a growl. He wouldn't stroke you, hed just fuck, chasing his own bliss before half assed giving you your own. If he was feeling nice. You think maybe hed call you names. Mock how well you were taking him, how eager you were for him. You think he'd make you beg
“Moon,” you whimpered, chin falling to your chest and your eyes squeezed harder shut. “Fuck me please,” you play into your own fantasy and god does it feel good. “Oh fuck me please fuck me hard,” you beg the fantasy moon as he chuckles low in your ear. He calls you a whore and you swallow hard before agreeing. Once you get started being noisy, you cant stop. You imagine moon fucking you through the night- hes a robot afterall, he doesnt get tired. You imagine them switching while inside you, you whimpering and begging to get railed. “Sun, sun please-“ you gasp. You think hed burry himself deep and stay there and so you thrust the toy in the same. You whine and fuck is it good. Your head is swimming and your legs and hands are shaking.
“Starshine,” sun calls you and it sounds so real.
“Sun,” you breathe . “Please sun, please” you beg. In your mind he chuckles though this doesn't feel so real. He moves and you move your hand. Sun woukd lean over you, boxing you in nice and pretty and youd hug him as he fucked you. You'd thank him over and over— for every thrust if you could. God they'd make you feel so good.
“Starshine,” he repeats and it feels real again. Fuck rhis was the best masturbation youd had in a long time. Your eyes fall open as your head falls back and on the movement, you see yellow. Your mind is foggy with lust and pleasure so it takes you a moment to register. When you do, you sit up straight fast.
“Sun,” you gasp and if there wasnt so much pooled in your crotch, blood would have flooded your cheeks. He's staring at you from the doorway- or more hes staring between your legs which still are spread wide, accommodating an imaginary him. You snap them shut. The toy is still inside you. You feel your heartbeat in your groin.
“I-“ you swallow, mouth dry from all your panting and whining. “I was-“ you can't seem to think. He just stands there staring. God damn it you hadn't even cum and now you have to stop because not only is he home but he caught you. You groan loudly in frustration and hide your face in your hands. Your bed dips where sun comes to sit, setting a hand to your shoulder gently.
“Starshine,” he repeats softly. You peak at him and he cups your chin to make you look fully at him. “Do you want us?” He asks lowly and the excitement that rolls down your nerves to your already wanting hole is a lot. You swallow again, meeting his eyes. “Do you,” he speaks slowly, leaning into your space. “Want us,” he tilts his head back to look down at you and fuck its hot. “To fuck you?” You cant speak, too shocked and tongue too heavy in your mouth. But you nod. “Come now, starshine,” he says with a smirk, hand resting on your thigh and gently coaxing them apart. “Use that pretty voice you were just using.” This is not at all how you thought sun would be but fuck its so much hoter.
“Please,” you manage and its weak and breathy and pathetic and sun growls low and you whimper in desire as he touches you.
“Please?” He repeats, coaxing you onto your back. “Please what, starshine?” You groan as he pulls the toy from you and presses it back in.
“Fuck, sun,” you groan and he does it again. “Fuck me sun, please fuck me.” You beg. He praises you for being goodz in little time at all, hes sat between your thighs and pulling his cock free, watching you as you watch him. Its bigger than your toy- but tapered at the tip- its a tentacle and its squirming in his hand, already slick with his own desire. “Oh fuck,” you breath and he removes you toy rather uncerimoniously and tosses it to the side. You whimper. And then hes filling you. Unlike you toy, hes hot inside you, filling you up better than it could have. He boxes you in as he leans over you.
“Say my name,” he demands of you, holding himself still inside you. When you take too long, trying to grasp how this happened, he snaps his hips into you once. “Say my name” he demands and youre Already moaning, grasping his wrists.
“Oh god, sun,” you whine and immediately youre rewarded. But only for a while.
“Say it again,” he demands as he stops, once again buried deep. “I want you to keep screaming my name.” Fuck thats hot. Fuck hes hot.
“Sun,” and you whimper when he thrusts hard again. “Sun,” and again “sun,” and again and then youre chanting his name, rewarded for everyone single thrust, whining and whimpering and moaning as he fucks you even better than you imagined. Hes rough and fast and his dick is so perfectly weird and youre cumming with his name on your lips. He groans and pulls out, stroking himself rapidly before he cums across your sweating torso, pale orange spunk decorating you prettily. Then he gets up, panting hard himself and he shuts the black out curtains and goes to close the door again and he switches off the light. Red eyes meet yours and you know its moon there. His voice is raspy as he speaks.
“Time for round two.”