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The Daycare Attendant was, undoubtedly, the hardest working animatronic in the entirety of the Plex.
Twenty-four hours, seven days a week, he worked with no breaks. You knew that, even after-hours, when the other animatronics were free to rest and recharge, the Daycare Attendant acted as the overnight security patrol for the building. Even when there were no patrons to please, he was always working.
During the day, Sun was a beacon of excitement and play, his energy boundless and infinite. Of course, that was the perk of being a robot - he could finger-paint and juggle and play games for hours and hours, never waning in his signature vigour. He seemed unstoppable.
You knew different.
You tried your very best to help as much as you could. During the day, you’d try to round the kids up and away from Sun, hoping to lessen his workload a little bit. In comparison, however, you were very boring when stood next to Sun, and, if given a choice, the children would crowd around him and demand his attention.
The Daycare Attendant loved the children that he presided over. You saw it in the way that Sun remembered all of the children’s favourite games; you saw it in the way that Moon remembered favourite bedtime stories, and who likes what lullaby.
That didn’t mean that you didn’t notice when he got overwhelmed, however. How his cooling fans had been running a little bit faster, a little bit more frequently, over the last few weeks; or how his hands would twitch sporadically when the daycare was particularly busy.
Today marked the end of an unusually busy week at the daycare. It had been at almost full capacity, all week, and it seemed that Sun had been smothered constantly by a little crowd of adoring playmates. Moon had been the same - all of the children wanted to be the one to sit with him at story time, and all of them wanted to choose their own bedtime story. Moon wasn’t quite as used to the attention as Sun, seeing as he usually watched over sleeping kids, and was not generally being tugged every which way by awake ones; you could tell, at the end of each nap-time, when the lights began to slowly turn on, Moon was a little bit relieved to be able to resign from his duties.
When the large doors of the daycare finally closed, the last child of the daycare only leaving after getting one last hug from Sun, a strange silence washed over the room. The only sound between the two of you was the silly soundtrack that played constantly over the loudspeakers of the daycare, and the subtle whirring of Sun’s internal workings, which you could hear even from where you sat behind the security desk.
Sun looked to you, his faceplate ticking oddly as he turned. He held his hands up by his front awkwardly, his tall body stiff and anxious.
“Are you alright, Sun?” You asked, and stood from behind the desk. You had only just processed the last check-out on the old computer system - all that was left to do now was help tidy the daycare, and clock out for the night.
Sun wagged his head from side to side, his faceplate spinning idly. There was a strange staticky feedback coming from the back of his voice-box.
“Sure am! Never been better!” He replied. You came to a stop in front of him, and he looked down at you, his grin wide and unmoving. Even so, you felt his enthusiasm was a bit … forced.
“Let’s get cleaned up, then,” you said.
The two of you cleaned the daycare in silence. That in itself was odd - usually, Sun would be chattering your ear off about anything and everything.
You looked over at him, just in time to see his hands spasm violently, hard enough for him to drop the collection of toys he was in the middle of putting away. You heard his internal fans give a wheezing stutter.
“Sun.” You dropped what you were holding and strode over to him. He tilted his face at you, and you caught his hands in-between your own.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, and, being this close, you could hear how his internal fans were spinning away alarmingly quick.
“I should be asking you that.” You couldn’t keep a little edge of concern from your voice. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Fit as a fiddle!” He wriggled about a little bit, and brought his hands away from yours to settle atop your shoulders. “Can’t get sick, can’t get tired - you know this, silly! Why wouldn’t I be alright?”
“Don’t lie to me, Sunny,” you said, and reached up to cup his round face, your fingers tracing along the etched teeth of his permanent smile. “I can tell you’re not okay. It’s been a busy few weeks. I know you can’t get sick, but I do know you can get stressed.”
Sun froze at that, looking down at you uncertainly. You could feel his apprehension in the stiffness of his shoulders, and how he had gone unnaturally still.
“You’ve been working too hard,” you continued, and shuffled a bit closer to him, craning your head to look up into his blank eyes. “I hate to see you all stressed out, Sun.”
A garbled whine left his voice-box at that. “Haven’t been …” he said, but his voice was small and very unconvincing.
You knew that the Daycare Attendant saw nothing wrong with working and working and working, ignoring his own needs to continue to cater to the kids. Any talks with him about acting with a little bit more self-preservation had been met with dismissal and petulance.
You sighed, and tugged at his face to convince him to bend down a bit. He did so, and you took the opportunity to kiss him gently on his smile.
“You’re such a terrible liar,” you muttered. You moved your hands away from his face, smoothing down the cool metal of his torso to rest them on his thin waist.
Sun made an odd puffing noise, and moved his face a bit closer to yours.
“Let’s go up to your room,” you said, “we can clean the daycare later. I want you to just chill out for a minute. Okay?”
He began to whine in protest, but you shot him a stern look. Sun paused for a minute, but finally gave a small sound of agreement, and rested his face against the top of your head.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “But only for a little bit.”
You smiled at him, and went back over to the security desk to clock out.
Sun’s room used to be a lot more depressing, when you had first started. He had only started cleaning it up when you began following him up there more frequently. It still had an air of disuse, seeing as Sun spent a lot of his time in the daycare, and only really used the small backroom to charge.
The trip up there was short, and Sun stood awkwardly in the centre of his room, as if he were unsure about actually sitting down. To one side of the room, storage boxes and daycare supplies had been pushed up against the wall; in the corner, a collection of blankets and bedding had been constructed. Children’s drawings littered the walls - Sun was supposed to throw them away at the end of each day, but you knew that he cherished the drawings dearly, and they did make the drab walls look a lot more lively.
You sank down onto the little bed, and opened your arms to Sun. He looked at you blankly for a moment, before following you onto the bed, settling his weight on top of you.
You and the Daycare Attendant had had a thing going on for almost as long as you had worked with each other. When you had started, he was so unbearably sweet, and so kind to you despite your nerves, that it had been almost impossible for you not to become smitten with him. You had always been very quick to form little crushes. You didn’t even entertain the idea that Sun could return your feelings - he was a robot, after all, and you didn’t even know if he could comprehend attraction or love. Why would that be programmed into him? He was built to watch children, and that was all.
You had been content with quietly pining, unsuspecting that both Sun and Moon had been watching you with equal interest. You had found out just how interested they were in you when Sun had cornered you against the security desk one night after the daycare had closed, muttering such lovely things to you with his hands down your pants.
You wrapped your arms around him, your hands coming up to play with the ruffled collar that sat around his spindly neck. He sighed quietly, his face pushed into the bedding just above your shoulder.
The bed had only been implemented once the three of you had begun coming up here to fool around more frequently. Beforehand, the Daycare Attendant would sit against the wall to charge, or would wander the daycare aimlessly until the doors opened in the morning.
“You work so hard, Sunny.” You said, and moved one hand to trace against a wire that protruded from the back of his head. You felt his body give an automatic little shudder, before settling further against you. “When was the last time you sat down and relaxed?”
Sun’s arms snaked underneath you, pulling you up against him. “No need, no need,” he muttered. “There’s too much work to do. Don’t have the time,”
“I’m making time for you,” you said, and petted along the same wire. Sun gave a shaky little groan, pressing himself against you a little harder.
It had been a few weeks since the two of you had been alone, and thusly a few weeks since the two of you had messed around. Although it wasn’t something you felt you needed to do every day, it was nice to wind the evening off with Sun (or Moon) on top of you - you wouldn’t lie and say you hadn’t missed it, either. But you hadn’t wanted to pester him when he was already so busy.
You tangled your fingers around the wires that sat against the back of his head. You had no fear of damaging them - they were particularly sturdy, seeing as they had to withstand being tugged at by little hands all day. You stroked along them a bit more firmly, and smiled a little at how Sun convulsed at the feeling of it.
“Shouldn’t touch me there,” Sun hissed quietly.
“Doesn’t sound like you want me to stop,” you breathed, and pressed a kiss against his shoulder. Sun huffed, and, as you skirted your fingers against his wires, you felt him give a small but definite grind against your leg.
You pulled your hands away from him, and Sun gave a warbling sigh in response. He lifted his head to look at you, and you took the opportunity to kiss him, right in the centre of his flat face.
“Switch places with me?” You asked gently, and he rolled onto his back with ease, pulling you on top of him. You straddled his waist, leaning down on your elbows so that you were face-to-face.
You leaned in to kiss him again, this time on his mouth. Sun pushed his face against your own - he couldn’t move his face, it was more of a static expression, designed to appeal as friendly and amicable - so returning kisses for him was more so smashing his face into yours.
Sun’s hands came up to settle on your hips, pushing you down against him. He bucked his hips up slightly, rubbing against you in a way that made you groan against his mouth. In this position, you could feel how worked up he was, just from having his wires fondled.
You moved your face away from him, bending slightly lower to kiss against the base of his neck; down his front, running your hands against the metal of his chest, before settling on your knees by his legs. You brought your hands to his waist, toying with the silk skirt of his silly striped trousers.
“You okay?” You asked him, and Sun made a garbled staticky sound, looking down at you desperately.
“Please,” he gasped. You smiled up at him sweetly, not moving your hands.
“Hm, I don’t know. Are you sure?” You teased, and moved a hand to palm him through his trousers. Touching him finally, you could feel how achingly hard he was - you softened at how pent up he must have been, getting all hot and bothered, only from having his wires petted.
Sun’s hips jolted up at your touch, and he gave a warbling groan. His hands scrabbled at the blankets beneath him, fisting them tightly.
“Please, please,” he begged again, “I need you,”
You relented at that. Enough teasing for now - he looked like he was about to short-circuit. You undid his skirt, pulling his trousers down just enough to reveal his pelvis.
Nestled in a small panel in the centre of his pelvic plate, Sun’s cock was hard and desperate, weeping a pale fluid from its tapered tip. He whined once you pulled the trousers away from him, and pushed his hips up again towards you.
You wasted no time in bending down to run your tongue against his dick, taking it into your mouth slightly. Sun was a pretty big robot, and his gangly proportions translated well into … other areas. You had never been able to get your mouth around him fully, but he had never seemed to mind that.
Now, however, he was thrusting his hips up against your mouth like he was trying to force it down your throat. You made a small sound, bringing your hands to steady his hips against the bed. You opened your mouth a bit wider, taking a bit more in. You hummed slightly, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, stroking where it wouldn’t fit into your mouth.
Sun snarled at the feeling, his hands shooting from the blankets to the back of your head, long fingers curling through your hair with a bruising grip. He pushed your head down at the same time he bucked his hips up, making you gag slightly.
“Ah - sorry, sorry … feels so good …” Sun groaned as he shoved his hips up further against you, and you made a garbled sound as your face was pushed against his pelvic plate. You tried to relax your throat around him, breathing frantically through your nose, spit running from your gaping mouth.
Sun seemed oblivious to your struggles, his head thrown back, his hands pushing your head down as his hips jolted upwards. He was lost in the feeling of your mouth around him - hot and wet and tight, and so amazing. Your muffled gagging and fluttering, shaky breaths went unnoticed as he sought only to chase the feeling of your throat closing around him.
You squeezed your eyes shut, running your tongue along him where you could. He fucked your mouth hard and fast, only seeming to get rougher as he grew closer to the edge. Your nose pressed against the hard metal of his pelvic plate with each bucking movement. You could feel how his dick throbbed in your mouth, the tip brushing against the back of your throat.
Suddenly, with one last brutal thrust, Sun forced your face hard against his pelvic plate. You felt his dick pulse as he came down your throat; you licked and sucked against him gently, revelling in the way his hips shook in sensitive ecstasy. His cum was hot in the back of your mouth, and you couldn’t help but gag slightly in your efforts to swallow it all.
Finally, he pulled your face away from him gently, fingers fisted in your hair. He pulled your head up to gaze at you, eyes running along your reddened face, stained with spit and tears, gasping for breath.
Sun pulled your body against his, and turned over once more, hovering over you. You looked up at him, desperate and frantic, and he pressed his face against yours quickly.
“Please - please, please let me have you … sweetheart, love you so much … you feel so good …”
He was already shimmying your clothes off of you, tugging your trousers off, tearing your shirt over your head and throwing it away blindly. Soon, you lay naked below him, still heaving slightly for air, and his hands ran across your skin aimlessly, seemingly just to feel you.
He bumped his face against your own, hands cupping your breasts, lowering himself so that his groin sat just above your own. Like this, you could feel the heat radiating from him, his fans spinning so quickly that you could feel them humming behind his chest. His cock brushed against you, and you whimpered when you realised he was still hard.
Sun’s hand moved to grasp your hip, the other gripping his cock to run it against you, the tip catching against your hole on every pass. He looked down at you with an urgent want, so desperate that it made you buck your hips against him needily.
“Please, Sun, I love you,” you gasped, and Sun snarled again, a deep and rattling sound, before pushing into you quickly.
You cried out at the feeling of him, ramming himself inside of you in one quick motion. He didn’t pause to savour the feeling - he began slamming himself into you, fucking into you like he was trying to break you.
He moved to lean over you, his head buried against your neck. One hand came up to cradle the back of your head, tucking it against his shoulder, the other grasping the blankets beneath you with such force that you could hear them tearing from the strain.
His hips pounded against you, rough and brutal, unrelenting in his need. You howled out at the feeling, his cock punching itself so deep inside of you that you could swear you felt it in your womb. Sun wrapped himself tighter around you, squeezing so tight, it were as if he was trying to suffocate you; his hips beat themselves against you with the speed and force that only a machine could be capable of.
“Sun -“ you sobbed, only capable of uttering his name before he began to ram into you even faster. You could feel how his body creaked with each movement, his voice-box spitting out a groaning static. He gasped and panted against your ear as if he needed to breathe.
Each thrust chased the breath out of you, your hands reaching around him to claw at his back, scrabbling against his shoulders and the back of his head. You could do little more but lay there, your legs wrapped around his waist, clinging onto him desperately; tears ran freely down your face, hair matted to your forehead with sweat.
You didn’t mean to graze a hand against one of his wires - one of the same damned wires that had started all of this - but you couldn’t say you regretted it once you did.
Sun’s body jolted as if he’d been electrocuted; he let out a broken cry, something inside of him rattling and humming, a puff of steam escaping from a small vent in the back of his neck.
Somehow, his hips sped up, bucking into you so forcefully that you were shoved up the bed with each thrust. Each stroke of his cock dragged against you in a way that sent waves of ecstasy racing through you, making your mind go completely blank, unable to think of anything but Sun. It felt so unbelievably good, you could do nothing but lay underneath him, open-mouthed panting against his shoulder, your breath fogging against his metal frame as he used you.
You could barely gasp for breath, making no sounds but strangled moaning, clinging onto him thoughtlessly. You were lost to anything that wasn’t him, pressed against you and hugging you to him tightly. He was fucking into you as if you were a doll, a stupid hole for him to vent his frustrations into; you couldn’t tell how much of his strength he was preserving, because you knew that if he wanted to, he could crush you beneath him in his efforts to reach his own end.
His voice-box stuttered and heaved as he pressed into you, holding you so tightly you were sure to bruise. He whimpered into your neck, the sound low and breathy.
“Take it, take it … ah, my lovely little whore - so good to me … take it, take all of me -“
Slamming into you suddenly, you came violently, crying into his neck as your body convulsed, your legs tightening around him in a crushing grip. The feeling of you clenching around him like a vice was too much for Sun - his hips stuttered, and he pressed himself as hard as he could, as far as he was able to be, into your pliant little body. You were so hot, so tight; he rocked into you once, twice, before burying himself into you one final time. He pressed his face further against your throat, his voice-box humming stuttered cries and crackling static.
He came inside of you with a warbling growl, his hips pressed tightly against your own, bucking against you slightly. It was too hot inside of you - it burned like fire as he emptied himself into you. It seemed like an eternity before his body relaxed, tension dissipating from his shaking frame.
He didn’t take himself out of you once he had finished, and you didn’t unhook your legs from around his waist. Instead, Sun raised his face from your shoulder, lowering your head with a gentle hand to rest on the blankets. He untangled himself from you slowly, propping himself up carefully as to not jostle you about too much, unfolding his arms from around you to reach up and cradle your face. He leaned on his elbows above you, peering down at you.
You looked up at him, dazed and heaving for breath. Your body shook as you reached up to rest a hand against Sun’s face.
“Sun …” you managed to whimper, but he shushed you, rubbing away with gentle fingers at the tears on your cheeks. You could still feel his fans whirring away inside of him, and you felt him twitch as you squeezed around him slightly, still sensitive from your orgasm.
“I’m sorry, pretty thing … I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Sun pressed his face down to push against your mouth - his own approximation of a kiss. “You feel too good, my love … couldn’t help myself …”
“It’s okay,” you wheezed, “that … was …”
“I know, sweetheart,” Sun’s voice was gentle and uncharacteristically quiet. He continued to run his fingers across your face, thumbs swiping away your tears and spit.
You sighed shakily, and leaned back against the blankets. Slowly, you untangled your legs from around Sun’s hips, muscles stiff from where they had been locked around him for so long. Sun sat up slightly, bringing his hips back torturously slowly, relishing in the feeling of you around him for as long as possible.
You both groaned as he pulled out. A steady stream of his cum ran from you at his exit, and Sun leaned back again to bring a hand up and push it back in, using two fingers to swipe it back inside of you. You jumped at the feeling, and he shushed you quietly.
Sun took a moment to look at you, spread out and ruined in front of him. His cum ran down your thighs, your chest heaving, your eyes closed in bliss. Your body was red where it had been dragged along the bedding beneath you, and faint handprints in a dull crimson had already bloomed along your hipbones, marking him along the angles of your precious body. You looked beautiful.
Sun crawled to lie next to you, settling onto his side to tuck you against his chest. You fell against him immediately, your body limp and exhausted. You wrapped your arms weakly around him, only looking up to press a kiss to his smile.
“Feel better?” You whispered, and Sun huffed in amusement.
“Yes, my love. Thank you - you were amazing,”
“I love you, Sun,” you said, and pushed your face against his chest.
“I love you more.”