DRAFT SNEAK PEAK FOR MY NEXT SMUT YALL!!! TEHE
His faceplate tilted back up at you, resting the soft silicone of his cheek on your chest. The animatronic takes in your face looking down at him, the roundness of your soft (beautiful, so so beautiful) face, little droplets of water still clinging to your shoulders, and the heat his equipped vision senses in more places than one. Hands still engulfing your waist, he took the liberty to rub slow circles on your hips. Sun held you like you were the most precious thing in the world, so fragile that one wrong move would leave you broken, fretting, in his very capable hands.
“So, sooo, sweet, aren’t you?” He purrs with a half lidded gaze, drinking all of you in like you were the finest wine. A drunk in your presence, forever thirty for your love.