𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 🌞🌜

Just Say That You Belong To Me-3-Fire

The next morning you woke up to singing.

Not Moon's singing, no, the upbeat tenor could only belong to Sun.

You sat up, looking for him. A blanket fell off your shoulders.

He wasn't in what you decided was the "bedroom" so you stretched and then went over to the tunnel, peeking through. He was cleaning the other room, the balcony room. It was practically obsessive, checking over every detail multiple times, making sure everything was flawless. You swore you could practically see the cartoon sparkles shining off all the surfaces.

When he was satisfied, he ended his song on a really dramatic note, then whipped around, peeking into the tunnel.

"Good morning sunshine!" he exclaimed.

You jumped, bumping your head on the tunnel and swearing before pulling your head out of the tunnel. Sun followed you, hands wringing.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was just teasing, sorrysorry, don't be mad!" He settled into his normal cross-legged position, pulling you into his lap and checking your head before you can even protest. When he didn't find anything, he sighed in relief and kissed the top of your head softly. You froze.

That was the first real kiss he'd given you, the fact that it was on your head didn't mean anything.

You blurted out the first thing you thought of, which unfortunately happened to be, "You can kiss?"

He laughed, but it was a slightly darker laugh than you'd heard from him in the short time you'd been together.

"Yes, I am... fully functional," he said suggestively, and he opened his mouth to prove it. A tongue lolled out, made of a foreign material, and it was... longer than a human's. And more easily controlled. He licked your face again, as he had with the blindfold on, but watching it happen was horrifying. His tongue acted like it had its own sentience, but you could tell it was just that the controls he must have for it were very elaborate. You briefly wondered, again, who had built these creepy animatronics, and you also wondered if the main stars were like this too.

He was annoyed that you weren't paying attention to him. He tipped your chin up with his fingers.

"Why do you ask, sunshine? Do you want a kiss?" He leaned forward until his lips were just a breath away from yours. You tried to back up, but you were in his lap, trapped between his long legs. One of his hands slowly slid down your back again, settling at the sensitive small of your back which made you make a soft, surprised noise. He was whirring again, and he traced a small circle in that same sensitive spot. You tried to move again, but he wrapped his other hand around your waist with ease, pulling you tighter against his chest so you were basically straddling him.

"Well?" he asked, amused. Now that you were positioned in a way he liked (really liked) he moved his hand from your waist and slowly drew a line up from your navel to your lips, which he then traced with those warm fingers of his. You felt a little dizzy from the attention.

"I-"

He didn't wait for an answer, crossing the tiniest distance left and kissing you, hard.

He kissed like he was never going to be able to kiss you again, all desperation and shifting limbs, his tongue snaking into your mouth and, to your humiliation, slightly down your throat. His lips were as warm as the rest of him. You finally understood what he meant by "you taste like me." He tasted like orange creamsicle, a less syrupy version of the first FizzyFaz he had given you.

You tried to resist, but he was so strong, and he was everywhere, and he was so warm, and though you didn't kiss him back per se, eventually you just let him. The whirring was the loudest you'd ever heard it. Eventually, he pulled back to let you breathe, his tongue parting from yours with an obscene string of saliva. His head fell back, the whirring the only sound in the room.