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The droning noise of staff bots patrolling the closed off pizzaplex were the only sounds to break silence of your shift.
You were making your routine rounds around the giant maze of a establishment, silently cursing yourself for forgetting your earbuds at home and it's almost like you just yelled 'it can't get any worse than this!' At the universe because your flashlight flickers off on cue, leaving you in the darkness.
You groan out several curse words, slapping the traitorous equipment against your palm before you remember to check your fazwatch to find the most convenient charging station.
The one in the daycare is by far the closest and the mere mention brings a smile to your face.
To put it lightly, you and the daycare attendants had an interesting relationship; as in you never could tell if Sun really needed to press himself against your back and guide your hands so you'd "learn how to do the craft properly, sunshine!" Or how many innuendos Moon could throw your way till you'd finally "Drill your boundaries into me, starlight." They were an odd pair to say the least.
Before you know it, you've walked past the giant golden statue of the daycare attendants and you're right infront of the giant, ajar doors.
Wait, ajar? Huh, that's unusual....
You instinctively reach for your flashlight before it's yanked from your hand, causing you to yelp and panic momentarily before you're bathed in a familiar red light, accompanied by a eerie giggle.
"Good night." He snickers as he walks back in his domain, beckoning you in.
"That is not a greeting." You roll your eyes and walk after him, retrieving your flashlight and putting it in the Freddy-shaped recharge station after he finishes teasing you by holding it above your head for a bit.
He stands at his full height, leaning over your shorter frame. "Missed me?"
"Yeah yeah. Sureee.." You say in a dismissive tone, dropping your body in the security chair. Your eyes shut momentarily, clinging to a moment of rest until...
There's a sudden weight on your lap.
"What do you- you're programmed to not go behind the desk!" You say in shock, not quite sure what to do with your hands so you grip the chair's armrests.
"There's a lot wrong with that part of me." It's his turn to roll his eyes as he awkwardly straddles you; His long legs clasping around the standard Fazbear swivel chair.
He does his iconic creepy laugh once more, putting his hand near your head. You do a nervous one in response.
"Care to- care to explain what you're planning?"
"Guess."
"Psychological experiment?
He shakes his over-sized pointer finger in your face. "2 guesses remaining."
"Trying to get me sent to HR?"
"1 more."
"Are you seducing me?"
A hip roll against your crotch. His signature chuckle. "Bingo."
Your hands find his thin waist, not guiding his movement; you just needed something to hold. "Jesus christ..."
"Don't talk about other men."
"Is Sun okay with this?"
"What did I just say?" he makes a dismissive hand gesture, but notices the seriousness in your tone. "He's into it."
When he rolls his hips against your confined length again, you feel something...move? In his pants and god, you'd hate to ruin the mood but you just have to ask- "So, quick question-"
"Shoot." He responds casually, as if he isn't humping you like there's no tomorrow.
"What's up with your dick? Why do you even have one?!"
He stops, giving you a glare and he's getting up--- did you offend him? But then he's sitting on the security desk and shooting you a 'come here' motion which you can barely make out due to the dim light of his optics.
You get up from the chair once you figure out what he's asking. You hear fabric rustle and judging from the silhouette, his poofy jester pants are now off. Your hands find -what you assume to be- his cock swiftly.
The appendage curls and uncurls in your hand, the shape being more like a tentacle dildo you have seen in a sex shop somewhere but you swallow your confusion and questions, spreading the pre-cum on the rest of the shaft and pumping it in your hand.
It would've been easier if you could see what exactly you were working with.
His moans echo obscenely in the silent daycare like a non-verbal praise. The realization that you're not only fucking your co-worker, but technically speaking 'COMPANY PROPERTY' dawns on you, but then his head falls on your shoulder, his voice box playing sounds of pleasure directly in your ear... consequences be damned.
He mumbles something about finding a hole with your other hand and you get to work. You feel around where his ass would be if he was human and you're pretty sure there's an opening so you slide a finge-
"You're not even close." You respond with an awkward 'oh.' and he takes your free hand, guiding it to a spot under the tentacle you're currently holding. You huff and press a finger inside before he has the audacity to laugh at your struggle.
The sensation of lubed silicone engulfs your finger as you feel around, thrusting a few times before you figure he can handle more and add another one, pumping his cock in rhythm.
He holds you like he's holding on to his sanity, bucking against your hands. You see the telltale sign of his climax right away and lean down, putting the tip in your mouth and swallowing the copious amount of liquid.
"N-naughty.." he spits out between simulated deep breaths, fans coming to life in an effort to cool his servos down.
"The other option was letting Vanessa see me with cum stains all over my uniform when I'm clocking out!" You defend yourself, wiping your mouth as you got up.
Moon huffs in response and quickly unbuckles your belt. "You talk too much."
You scoff and pull your pants and boxers down enough to free your neglected cock and give it a few pumps before positioning it at his entrance.
Lucky for you it slides in easily and you groan at the pleasant, warm sensation and god you should've done this a long ti-
"Missed it again."
"OH FUCK YOU." You slam your fist on the desk in frustration.
He laughs at your little temper tantrum. "That's the goal yes." You about to say something else but he takes it upon himself to guide the head inside, causing your words to die in your throat and come out as an embarrassing whimper.
You grip his hips, pushing him so he's half laying down on the desk and he reacts by wrapping his legs around your waist, pushing you deeper inside.
"Not so fast dude-" You stammer, trying to get him to stay still.
"Close?" He snickers, cupping your face and tilting it up so you can't avoid his gaze.
"I'm regretting this already." You jest, but the way you start thrusting tells a different story.
Slow and measured at first, testing the waters until you get more bold, going hard and letting combined groans and moans fill the air.
Moon's large fingers cress your cheek, slowly bringing your faces together till they meet in an awkward kiss. Flesh and silicone become well aquinted, but his tongue eventually finds yours and shoves itself in your mouth, muffling your noises.
The thrusts get faster, sloppier and you try to get deeper inside to no avail, then he's moaning dirrectly in your mouth and you're filling his insides.
Everything is quiet for a moment, bliss engulfing you like a warm blanket before a shiver runs through your spine and the ringing in your ear brings you back to reality and you slowly pull out.
"Naughty... what a mess.." Moon huffs, covering his face almost bashfully.
You laugh at him and ask where the tissues are, reaching for your phone and turning on the flashlight when he says they're in one of the desk's drawers.
You're about to help him clean up but then you pause. You take one look at the tissues, one look at him, and one at your phone's shining flashlight.
You both erupt in hysterical laughter.