Preface
Not What You Expected (But God, Did you Enjoy It)
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/49905205.
Rating:ExplicitArchive Warning:Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsCategories:Multi, OtherFandom:Five Nights at Freddy'sRelationships:Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, sundrop/reader, moondrop/reader, Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's) Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's) Reader, Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's)Characters:Daycare Attendant (Five Nights at Freddy's), Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), ReaderAdditional Tags:Please read the tags!!!, Not Beta Read, Humiliation, Wetting, Piss kink, Watersports, Omorashi, Piss, Semi-Public Sex, Public Sex, Public Wetting, Moon pisses himself, but he loves it, Moon has an accident, Dom/sub, dom reader, Piss Play, Sundrop - Freeform, moondrop, a hint of Sun x Moon in this, light degradation, Moon pisses on you, Sub Moon, Grinding, Dry Humping, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Moon has a praise kink, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE PISS, AFAB reader - Freeform, reader does not have a confirmed gender, cumming in pantsLanguage:EnglishCollections:AnonymousStats:
Published: 2023-09-06
Words: 6,165
Chapters: 1/1
Not What You Expected (But God, Did you Enjoy It)
by Anonymous
Summary
After assisting Moon in cleaning up the daycare after hours, you noticed the nighttime animatronic missing. So when he alerted you on your fazwatch to come help him, your mind immediately worried there was an issue with an intruder, or worse, he had gotten injured.
But when you followed his signal that was suspiciously near the restrooms, you knew something else was off. Likely he was pulling a prank, as this hadn't been the first time he did something like this.
But nothing could've prepared you for what you saw when you turned the corner.
Notes
Please do not read further if you're not into piss/wetting/watersports!!!
But for those interested in a good read with some kinks that aren't popular in the fandom, I'm here to deliver.
Enjoy
Not What You Expected (But God, Did you Enjoy It)
Working at a Pizzaplex for Fazbear's Entertainment was something your past self would've never imagined happening. Perhaps it was the tempting pay that sealed the deal for you, or maybe your interest in machinery and how animatronics worked, but you were eager to accept their offer when they asked for your assistance.
You hadn't thought you would've been working with the animatronics, as you'd only applied for a janitorial position at the time. But, like the rumors said about Fazbear's, they weren't the best at being truthful. Tending to cover up things with lies. The janitorial position was... not what you'd expected.
You had started working there at the Plex a few months back, the higher ups placing your duties in the daycare, instead of being a janitor. To monitor an animatronic called "the Daycare Attendant", and see if their 'concerning behavior' was improving. They had probably been so desperate to hire someone that would've helped the animatronic, that they'd purposely mislabeled the position as janitorial duty. Just to get someone to take the job.
Turned out, the only help poor guy had needed was having loads of tlc, and to be treated with compassion. And after both Sun and Moon (yes, you had eventually figured out there were two animatronics in one body), had realized you weren't there to hurt them, or to decommission them-but rather be their friend, their bond with you had only increased.
Currently, it was past closing at the Mega Pizzaplex, the last few hours of your shift normally spent making sure everything was in order and prepared for the next day, as the Daycare was booming with children, and required a lot of work to make it presentable for the little ones. Typical stuff.
While you were a daycare assistant during the day, you did manage to take on some extra shifts doing janitor work in the evenings, past closing. Like the position you had actually applied for. It wasn't the cleanest, but that was to be expected when working at a place that catered to children.
The daycare somehow always got the worst of it, parents carelessly letting their children bring in whatever they could get their snot covered hands on, and messing up the whole place. So, all in all, lots of work had to be done after hours. Restocking supplies, cleaning furniture, sanitizing the ball pit, removing any hazardous objects that people might've left behind, and overall, doing inventory.
People didn't give enough credit to those that worked evenings or graveyard shifts.
Parents wouldn't believe the amount of supplies the daycare went through daily. Especially god damn glitter glue. You grimaced at the thought of cleaning half-dried glue from surfaces, the mess of it all unpleasant. Especially when using a wet wipe, it would make it all gooey again, which then spreads it everywhere.
For the sunshine animatronic, even he hated when glitter glue got everywhere. And that was saying something. You knew how much he loved that stuff.
Today, was hectic unlike you'd ever seen before. The children were especially rowdy, for some ungodly reason, and took it all out on you and Sun. Let's just say... by the end of the day, you and Sun were covered head to toe in glitter and your own clothes were surely unsalvageable. Sun's? You weren't sure. His clothing material was much different from yours, so it could wash out.
You had to practically scrub your skin raw just to get rid of the lingering glitter on your extremities, and you weren't confident that your washing machine could rid your clothes of that decorative stuff, either.
Or even worse, it would spread the glitter to your washing machine and cover your new loads of laundry with it. So, getting rid of todays outfit was probably for the best, unfortunately. You'd have to make a reminder to send a message to your manager for a replacement outfit.
After the last child had been picked up from the Superstar Daycare, Sun was more than eager to flip the lights off, desperate for a mental break from everything, and allowed Moon to take over for him. Although Moon was quite unhappy to see the unruly state the daycare was in, muttering about how messy it was, he got to work anyways.
Often this is what happened on really busy days. It was way too overstimulating for the daytime animatronic, and his anxious circuits needed some rest for a while, mentally recharging, if you will. You weren't any better, either, internally wishing you had the same workings as Sun and Moon did. How they had the ability to flip a light switch and transform consciousness, giving the other a break. It was so interesting.
You'd been spending time cleaning with Moon the past few hours, which, unfortunately, kept the animatronic from doing his rounds. But, you supposed he prioritized cleaning his area over nightly patrols. Silly dude.
The conversations between the two of you made time fly by quicker as you sanitized the place, wipes and cleaner becoming almost like a friend of yours at this point. It got the job done, and made sure no germs spread through the Daycare. You did not want a repeat of last year's incident with the flu. The place had to be shut down for weeks. You shivered at the unpleasant memory.
Though after an hour into your cleaning duties, Moon became quieter, reserved, aloof. You'd hear him pace a little, but you chalked that up to his need to keep things clean and tidy, and his quiet, yet anxious personality. Programming. He'd mumble to himself a bit, jingling his bells nervously, before focusing on something else.
You let him be, deciding to focus on the importance of your tasks, instead. If you even took your eyes off your work for one moment, you knew you'd be distracted by something, and Moon would chastise you for it.
After a while of doing your own thing, you didn't even realize that he was gone until you noticed the lack of jingling from his wrist bells, but that wasn't too unlike him. The nighttime attendant was fairly shy, and tended to be aloof when he grew tired of socializing and cleaning, enjoying the comforts of the rafters instead. And you two had been at it for a while cleaning up the messes.
You didn't think much of it, wiping away the last speck of grime from a surface, the shiny kids craft table sparkling back at you. Grinning, you were satisfied with your work.
Just when you were about to move onto the next set of paint ridden tables, a strained mechanical groan echoed from outside the daycare doors, and you stalled at the noise.
What was going on? The raspy, deep noise told you it was that of your daycare partner.
'Oh great, what did he get into this time', you mumbled to yourself, knowing damn well that he liked to get into trouble in the night. He'd frequently terrorize the glamrocks, and somehow snagged prizes from inside the gaming counters in the arcade when he was feeling particularly bored. How? You had absolutely no idea.
Perhaps he got tangled in something and needed some help?
A buzzing notification alerted you to your fazwatch, Moon requesting you to come help him with something, however he wouldn't specify what, only giving you his approximate location before his messages ceased coming through. What it was that he needed, you weren't sure, but the desperation of when he groaned before, and then the message following the groan, gave insight into how fast you needed to be there.
Nervous that there might be an intruder or worse, he'd gotten injured, you meandered through the daycare as quick as possible, opening the large doors to the enterance and walking around the corner and around the numerous dining tables. Attempting to walk as fast as possible, you nearly tripped over your own feet trying to get to him.
Using your GPS on your fazwatch, you followed Moon's location. He wasn't too far away, to your relief, and his direction was near the daycare. You continued tracking him down, making your way toward the hallways, suspiciously near the restrooms, that included some water fountains.
So help you god if he got hurt by slipping on some spilled water from the drinking fountain, you'd never let him hear the end of it.
And what was he even doing over there? Plotting some sort of scheme? Prank? You hoped he didn't find deflated balloons or something, and attempted to make water balloons with them to prank you. At this point, it was more common to see him toy around with you than not.
All these possibilities were running through your head as you neared the restrooms, just wanting to be done with this whole situation, despite nothing actually happening yet.
But nothing could've prepared you for what you saw when you reached him.
You turned the corner, finally, and immediately to your right, stood your robot coworker, claws clenching around the restroom door handle, desperately trying to open the door, while another hand darted between his legs, knees buckling inward as he trembled. Shifting on his feet urgently.
Did he need to..?? Your heart sunk at the realization.
Oh no... the poor thing.
"Oh, Moonie." You sighed, and he immediately whipped his faceplate towards you, a shocked expression on his face, like he hadn't expected you to find him in this predicament, even though he quite literally requested for you to come there. Quite frankly, you didn't know you'd find him in this predicament, either.
You knew about this upgrade he'd been given a few days prior. Or-well, it was mainly for Sun. The maintenance crew decided to give Sun the ability to drink liquids. Storing the liquids in a compartment in his chest. They knew that some kids were especially picky at snack time, and Sun would often struggle to get the children to drink anything other than sugar filled drinks. So, as a possible solution, Parts and Services gave the attendant the ability to drink, hoping that the children would mimic him, as that was quite common for kids that age to do.
And so far, it had been working flawlessly! But... with how overwhelmed Sun was after today's workload, he'd completely forgotten to go to the restroom and empty his tank before he let Moon take over. And now... poor Moon was bearing the consequences of that for the first time.
"S-starlight. P-PLEASE! Sunny told me to head over here if I needed to pee, but the door is locked! Please help me, p-please!!" He cried, and his legs clenched together as he tried to hold everything in, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. "He keeps telling me to h-hold it. To j-just wait for you to come help!" Moon whined. "B-but now I can't hold it much longer!"
Your heart ached for him, especially with the pleading expression he gave you.
You were over by his side in an instant, wanting to provide the assistance he craved. Attempting to find the key that would hopefully unlock the door, you began fumbling at your pants. But as you were looking down towards your pocket to retrieve it, you noticed that there was something poking from between his legs. And he was purposely covering it, trying to stop you from seeing it.
You almost shivered at the sight, heart rate picking up at the realization.
Was he... was he... hard? From having to piss??
Moon immediately took notice, seeing the way your eyes were practically glued to his groin, and he let out a flustered noise. Turning away from you in his haste, his hands covered his face in embarrassment, whimpering. You could tell all he wanted to do was hide, to be as small as possible. Faint jingling of his bells told you that he was shaking. And you felt for him.
This whole situation was so confusing to you. You knew of his other upgrade as well. He'd been given a cock as well, something to empty his tank with. It made sense, in hindsight. If they added a tube in his chest that allowed him to empty himself, it would get in the way of other important wires. Possibly tangling with the other circuits and causing irreparable damage.
But, they'd also installed some other things with it as well. Like the ability to feel arousal and get hard. Which didn't make sense.
The employees in Parts and Services were absolute freaks, but you were here for it.
Did Moon have a piss kink? Or was this just some malfunction that had to do with his dick-an embarrassing mishap?
You ventured out, putting a hand on his shoulder, to which he jolted at the touch. Like every sensor was sensitive, which it probably was, considering that this was likely his first run in with this.
"Moon... talk to me." You whispered, and his head turned around, his jingling bells almost deafening in the hallway, an uncomfortable silence between the both of you. God, you hadn't ever seen him this flustered in your life. "Why are you...?"
You didn't even manage to finish your question, before he attempted to stutter out a reply. Trying to desperately reason with you. To explain things.
But you'd seen enough to know that he wasn't getting out of this so easily.
"I-I'm sorry," he whined, knees buckling as he pressed his hand against his groin, trying to stop himself from pissing then and there. "I've never h-had this happen before. And Sun keeps whispering all these things to me..."
Oh?
"What things?" You asked, curious. Wondering just what things Sun was saying to him that got him this worked up.
Moon looked around, nervous, as if someone would hear the lewd conversation between you two, though it was only you and him in the daycare area. The nighttime attendant let out a synthetic gulp, static emitting from his voice box.
"I don't-" he started, red eyes darting away from you, "I don't know why, but he keeps telling me to hold it, that I'd be a good boy if I waited for you to help, but all it's doing is making me hard..."
Poor thing couldn't even look you in the eye, he was so embarrassed, admitting something that was incredibly humiliating, and you could've swore you saw synthetic tears well up in his optics.
This was all completely new to you. You knew Moon had some kinks. You both had explored each other's bodies a few times before, so you were more than familiar with his recent equipment, and what he liked. But this... this was entirely new. And equally as exciting.
A sinful idea popped into your head, and you almost reeled at the implication of what this idea could lead to. You peered down at his clothed erection, and let out a little giggle.
Moon stood in the hallway and waited for you to say something, anything, anything to break the silence between you both, so when you let out a giggle, he practically overheated. Unsure as to what you were thinking. Steam escaped his joints, and he whined, the pressure from holding it in almost too much.
Were you going to indulge him in something? Possibly. And you'd enjoy every minute of it.
When he saw your eyes drift to his erection again, he knew you were thinking something dirty. "Do you wanna try something?" You cooed to him, his fans blasting at a high setting in response.
Moon looked down, conflicted. He wasn't sure what you meant by that, but the way you looked at him like you were going to devour him whole made his cock twitch in anticipation, "m-maybe?? I don't... what are you wanting to try?"
He'd almost forgotten about his need to piss, but when more of his sensors screamed at him and a sting hit his insides, he quickly remembered the situation at hand. The nighttime attendant whined in both pain and pleasure, hunching over as his knees turned inward, trying to stop liquid from trickling out.
You took calculated steps towards him, and once the space between you two became almost intimate, you ran a finger down the side of his faceplate softly, attempting to redirect his attention back to you. But when he made eye contact with you, a loud groan escaped him, either from trying to hold it, or aroused that it was you touching him.
"Come sit on the floor with me, sweetheart, you'll see," you cooed, but he seemed indecisive, even a little scared.
You took notice of this, not wanting to push him from embarrassment to straight up fear. Fingers left his faceplate as fast as they were initially resting there. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. We can unlock the bathroom doors." You ventured, and his eyes darted from where your fingers had been previously resting, and your face. Thinking.
Obviously, the pleasure from his sensitivity wasn't helping the situation, and neither was Sun, encouraging Moon to keep holding it, whispering dirty things to him through their shared space.
The cool temperature of the tile floors covered your body in goosebumps as you sat down, and Moon looked at you curiously, standing around awkwardly, not knowing whether to follow you to the floor, or stay standing.
Having to override his systems telling him to empty his tank was difficult. It went against his programming, so processing audio became laggy, and he didn't even realize that you were trying to communicate with him until his optics saw you moving your hand.
When you patted your hand down on the floor and motioned him downward, he obeyed immediately, sliding down and sitting on the floor.
"N-no... I want to... I'm just, nervous." Slight glitches were laced in his words.
Just like you thought, he really did have a piss kink. Having him piss himself? That was so... lewd. But so hot. Or did he like the feeling of holding it?
'Just do what they say, Moony. Be good for them', Moon heard Sun chuckle in his thoughts.
Moon drew his knees up towards his chest, doing anything to ease the pressure, even if it helped the slightest bit. "Please explain, I really need to go, I'm not playing games h-here,"
The lust in your eyes sent a wave of electricity through him as your gaze practically burned into his metal casing. Meanwhile, you had slowly made your way towards him on the floor, opting to sit next to him so you had easy access to his pants. "I want you to hold it, can you do that for me? I promise it'll be worth it, I'll even give you a reward~"
"W-what?!"
"You heard me." You growled, and one of your hands made its way back to his cheek, caressing it, and he momentarily leaned into the touch, craving contact, "hold it, and I'll let you fuck me tonight, sound like a deal?" You peered between his legs, and the deep, seductive tone of your voice was enough to send a burst of arousal straight to his dick. He looked down at you, blush covering his face. And with those words, you began to notice just how hard he was, able to see his clothed erection fully.
Poor thing was absolutely desperate, but struggling between both the instinctual urge to go piss, and taking care of his little (not so little, and very much big), problem.
He called your name, and moaned, "please, I need to go right now! I want to fuck you, but after I piss, please!"
Seeing how frantic he was, you decided to check in with him again, wanting to make sure he was doing alright, "color, love?"
His chest rose up and down, simulating breath, despite not needing to breathe. A long, mechanical noise escaped him. Not sure if it was gears in his machinery, or just a result of sensory overload.
"G-greeeeeen. Green, green, green."
"Good boy," you whispered close to his auditory processor, and he shivered at the sound, and the close contact. Speaking of contact, your hand was dangerously close to his erection, just barely hovering over it. His previously drawn up knees moved out of the way long ago, legs half crossed now. Giving you easy access.
"Now please, please, please let me go piss!" He just about sobbed, unable to sit still.
"No can do, Moony, I'm afraid I can't let you do that. You're gonna have to beg more than that if you want me to open the door that badly." And with your hand reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a set of keys. The keys that opened the bathroom door.
Moon jolted at the realization, and outright howled at your words, absolutely reeling at the control you had over him. The pressure between his legs increased, reminding him how desperate he really was.
Moon looked up at you with pleading eyes. "PLEASE LET ME PEE, PLEASE! I need to go, ah! I can't hold it much longer!!! I don't want to make a mess, I can't-"
A hint of fear was laced in his voice, that he might actually wet himself, but he ultimately remained sitting, allowing you to toy with him. If the nighttime attendant really didn't want this, he would've bolted long ago to the nearest unlocked restroom, but here he was, melting under your gaze.
God, he looked so needy, looking up at you like that. Brows furrowed in pleasure.
His hips slightly bucked into the air, desiring friction, but also trying to obey you. A burst of arousal bloomed in your stomach, your body clenching around nothing, high off the control.
With sudden movements, you made a quick change of pace, climbing over him and straddling his lap, your hips only an inch above his, not fully sitting on him. Teasing. You could hear the static coming from him, groaning in pleasure and need, and, in an act of desperation, slammed his lips onto yours. Finally grabbing your hips, he pushed them down against the hardness in his pants, and you both groaned at the contact. Though you needed to retain your composure. This was about him, after all.
You kissed him back, desperately, exploring each other's lips and mouths. It was messy, of course, knowing Moon tended to be frantic with his kisses, but this was laced with a different kind of desperation. Moaning into the kiss, you continued to take the lead, gripping the frills on his neck and pulling, and he keened, arms wrapping around you. His hands traveling from your hips to your ass, keeping you held in place.
You were the first to pull back from the kiss, breathless, obviously. A long, translucent string of saliva broke off as you moved back, studying the absolute need in his face. Moon looked ruined. And you were going to ruin him even more.
"You're gonna hold it until I say so, alright?" Your hips grind down on him agonizingly slow, and his entire body stiffened, his legs uncontrollably crossing behind you. The desire to release was so strong, but the desire to cum was strong as well. "Do you like this, Moon?" You punctuated your statement with a harsh thrust.
"F-fuck, starlight, yes. It feels so good," he tipped his head back, feedback coming through his audio speakers, "b-but I'm gonna piss on us if you don't get off me soon."
You took a shot in the dark, unsure if this was something Moon would be into, but it didn't hurt to try, "You dirty boy, I know that's what you want," you grind on him quicker, arousal tightening in your core and his, and you noticed the way his hips twitched at you words, "I can feel how excited you are by it," you whispered, and he let out the first actual moan of the night. Long, and loud, static intertwined in it.
Shoot, and you scored.
"Being so desperate for my help, but being turned on by the idea of pissing yourself? You're so filthy, so naughty. What would Sunny think, knowing you'd ruin both of our clothes tonight?" You whispered, and you felt his cock twitch in his pants, almost cumming then and there.
God, your words had such an effect on him, and he couldn't help but indulge himself, losing the last bit of composure he had.
"Ah, f-fuck. Please~" he repositioned his legs to a better angle and grabbed onto you, grinding his hips upwards to meet yours, growling as he screwed his eyes shut, finally chasing the pleasure that he craved so badly. Using you like you were a toy for him, something for him to hump against. Like one of his favorite pillows, or plushies, or soft blankets.
The overwhelming need to piss made his sensors that much more sensitive, so the feeling of fabric rubbing against his cock was almost too much.
For him. It almost hurt, but fuck, it felt oh so good.
"That's it, that's what I'd like to see. You're doing so good, baby. Have you been pent up?"
"Oh stars, yes. I've needed you so bad, my starlight, my good little thing, yes yes yes!"
His movements were erratic, vigorous, and oh so desperate. The cries that came from him got louder, more frantic. You felt yourself giving into your own pleasure, letting out a sound of relief as you gave your clit some much needed attention. Bucking your hips forward, his clothed erection stimulated you just right.
But before you could climb to your orgasm, before you could tip yourself over the edge, you felt the slightest bit of wetness from between the two of you. For a second, you thought maybe he had came, but he completely stilled, tensing up again. And when you made eye contact, you immediately knew that he hadn't. Based on the multitude of emotions on his faceplate. Pleasure, confusion, embarrassment. Tears welled in his eyes, unable to suppress a choked cry.
"I-IT'S GONNA-"
"I know, honey, it's alright. You can go now."
Moon looked around for your keys, trying to find them so you could open the bathroom door, but you'd hid them again, and when he locked eyes with you, he immediately realized that your plan was to not have him make it to the bathroom.
He trembled, arousal pooling in his core. "Go on you? Us? B-but it'll get all over you, we'll get dirty, just use the keys-"
You smile turned into a smirk, looking at the keys that were hidden in your pocket, "these keys don't even unlock the bathroom, anyways." You admitted, and it was then that Moon understood what he had to do.
Seeing that there weren't any other options, and maybe because he secretly wanted to do this, that he needed this more than he ever imagined, he hesitantly let go. You immediately felt him twitch under your grasp, followed along with a slow, but definitely noticeable trickle. You felt the warmth seep into both of your pants, as he stared desperately into your eyes, quick gasps escaping his voice box. Saturating the fabric with whatever ambiguous drinks Sun had drank earlier in the day.
Pure fucking relief, was all that you saw on his face.
He sighed in alleviation, audibly moaning at just how good it felt to finally let go. He was oh so sensitive from it all, wires and sensors firing. The eye contact sent shivers down your spine as you felt his dick twitch under you.
Hands trailed up his body, fingers settling on his face, and you traced the craters on him soothingly. Deep down, you knew he was still worried that you'd find him gross, despite reassuring him multiple times, so you made sure to praise him. "There you go Moonie, you're doing amazing, don't hold yourself back, you're okay." You murmured, and he desperately obeyed after your words translated in his auditory processor, letting loose completely.
The slow trickle soon turned into a full on stream as he relaxed, and, holy shit, the wetness made grinding against him feel so much better, so when you began humping against him, his grip on you tightened, hands trembling. His pants were becoming absolutely ruined, the wet spot blooming down his legs, and onto yours. Besides the soft sighs coming from him, the only other sound in the hallway was the noticeable sound of him pissing.
He felt absolutely ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed that he was even relieving himself in his pants and on you, but even more turned on at the fact that you weren't moving away from him in disgust. You were just... letting him do it. If anything, you continued to grind down on him harder, albeit slower.
You could even feel the stream coming from his cock and through his pants onto yours, stimulating you just the way you liked it. He sobbed in pleasure, back arching at just how dirty he was being. But oh, he totally enjoyed it.
"Good boy," you praised him, breathless at just how ruined he looked. Moon, flustered, both because of your praise and the situation, tilted his head away from you, unable to maintain eye contact. But you stopped him from doing so, tilting his face back towards you again to kiss him lovingly, "such a good boy, look at you. You're doing so well, doesn't that feel so much better?" You cooed to him, peppering kisses anywhere on him you could get your lips on.
Moon didn't even have the words to speak as he blissfully relaxed, and you watched in amazement as his reaction was even more arousing than you ever imagined. Nodding at your question, he focused on the feeling.
Moon had no clue that refraining from emptying his tank would feel so good, that it would rile him up this much. But he absolutely loved it, indulging himself.
"Starlight- ah," he moaned, and he looked down, optics focusing on the mess pooling on him and on your pants, watching as the robot equivalent of piss wetted the both of you even more. He hid his face with his nightcap, refusing to look at you. But even if he tried, he couldn't stop himself from going, having held it for way too long. "I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry." A chocked sob came from him, "it feels so g-good to finally... I'm so s-sorry."
You didn't exactly understand why he was apologizing, it was probably due to the humiliation of it all. You knew he wanted this, you'd checked in with him multiple times. But you knew how much he liked the indignity of it all.
Perhaps that was part of it.
"Shhh. It's alright, baby, why are you sorry? I wanted you to do this. I like seeing you desperate. I know you were wanting to do this, so it's okay," you tended to him, and he smiled, feeling so, so loved.
He finally felt the intensity of the situation fading, and the steady stream slowly came to a trickle, before it came to a stop entirely, and Moon's joints relaxed in your hold. Boneless with relief, he tipped his head back, an audible clank of his faceplate hitting the wall. You didn't tilt his head to face you this time, letting him recover.
Though, to your surprise, he was still hard. You could feel it though his soaked pants, feel the way it was squirming, desperate for more stimulation. And when you thought he was about to say something, he suddenly bucked his hips up, and all sane thoughts in your head left. Grinding up into you, he practically sobbed in pleasure, the wetness adding to the stimulation. And you swore you could've heard him growling and whimpering.
You grabbed onto his thin neck to balance yourself, and squeezed, and holy shit, you'd never heard him moan that loud. Pushing his clothed erection on top of your heat, he lost himself in pleasure, moaning at just how good it felt. Even after he relieved himself, his sensors were still just as high as before.
Meeting his thrusts, you could already feel yourself getting close. "Oh, fuck," you groaned, grinding without any rhythm, just pure need. "L-look at you. You really are desperate, aren't you."
You could tell that Moon was close, too, by the way his moans and cries became louder, more glitchy. The speed of his thrusts against you just got faster. Your words weren't helping, either, the dirty talk spurring him on.
And his next statement only confirmed it.
"I'm, I'm cl-"
"M-me too," you couldn't help but stutter, "together?? Let's cum together?"
In response, Moon let out a pornographic moan. His casing was hot, overheating, his fans blasting at their highest setting. A particularly long grind had you lightheaded, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
You wanted to see him break first, you'd broke him once before, and you could do it again. "Cum for me, Moonie. You've been such a good boy."
And those words did it for him.
Grabbing your hips and pressing you down flush against his clothed erection, he came. Riding out probably the hardest orgasm he'd ever experienced.
Wanting to reach your high, you continued to grind against him, and when you felt his dick twitching and warmth seeping into his pants, it finally pushed you over the edge.
You couldn't help but kiss him as you both came, moaning into each other's mouths, grabbing onto each other like your life depended on it. His kiss was hungry, clinging onto whatever he could that kept him present in the moment, and you swore you saw tears running down his face.
Both of you slowly came down from your high as you felt your orgasms fading, but you gave a few more measly thrusts, and so did Moon, really milking the feeling.
Exhausted, you sagged against him, attempting to catch your breath. Moon didn't need to breathe, but even then, his fans were blasting, trying to cool him down.
His eyes were shut, likely trying to stop himself from rebooting since he was overstimulated, but he remained quiet.
After hearing silence, he was curious at what you were thinking, and sat up, reflecting on what just happened.
Surveying the mess in front of him, Moon whimpered at what he saw. His pants were absolutely ruined, and so were yours. Almost all the fabric was wet, because at this angle, Moon couldn't see any dry areas on the both of you, drenched in his release. When he removed his hands from your sides in shock and let them rest on the floor, he immediately felt wetness, looking down at the absolutely massive puddle that was on the floor beneath him.
"Oh- oh my," Moon gasped.
You were staring down at him, and while your movements had stopped, you couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, you're interesting."
Blissed out, he groaned, confused, "huh?"
"Didn't think robots were capable of having piss kinks."
Moon felt absolutely humiliated at your words, but embarrassed in the best way. He pulled his nightcap over his head once more, attempting to hide from your gaze. Though he could practically feel you staring at him.
"Didn't mean to..." His voice was uncharacteristically soft. "I blame it on Sunny, for whispering all those dirty things to me."
"Oh, don't use that as an excuse, Moonie. I can tell that's a lie." Playfully, he swatted at you, sighing.
You both became aware of the wetness clinging on your pants becoming cold, and Moon grimaced at the temperature change.
"Guess we should get cleaned up, hmm?" You asked. "Gotta clean up the floor, too. I didn't think that your tank held that much."
Why did you have to rub it in?? Moon sat up a little more, and buried his face in your shoulder. Nodding in response to your question, he allowed you to begin the clean up process. Shifting so you could get off of him, you shivered at the cold air that followed your movements. Whatever drinks Sun had drank earlier were dripping off your pants and onto the floor, which made you realize that you probably would have a trail of Moon's piss dripping as you walked around.
Not much you could do, sadly. You sighed in defeat. Cleaning an entirely different mess than the ones in the daycare, you let Moon know where you were going, and fetched some absorbent towels.
While Moon awaited your return, he sat awkwardly, unsure what to do with himself, not moving a muscle. He fiddled with his hands, and Sun suddenly spoke in his thoughts.
'So dirty, Moonie. I didn't think you had it in you.' Sun's smug giggle rang in his mind. Moon blushed furiously.
"Sh-shut up…"
Oh, he had it in him, alright.
Afterword
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