i wanna eat sunny out so bad
You don't expect him to taste so fucking sweet.
It's like candy on your tongue, saccharine and almost addictive in a way that you can't quite begin to place. Considering that the original assumption had been for him to taste of practically nothing — maybe a synthetic aftertaste of lubricant — this is far from a disappointment. Every flick of your tongue over the pert nub at the top of Sunny’s sex brings a new gush of slick liquid that reminds you more and more of those orange drinks you’d make from a powder mix.
God, you can’t get enough of it.
Of him.
“Oh oh oh st-stah—starli-ah…..!”
Sunny can barely keep a single word strung together, let alone an entire thought. He sobs as you reward him with a quick circle of your tongue over him, clit twitching against the relentless attention. How long has your head been between his trembling thighs? How many orgasms have you pulled from his body?
Both of you had lost count after the third or fourth, but your sweet Sunshine deserved them all. He’d been so good for you today, on his bestest behavior — he even asked for you to eat him out like a good boy.
Good boy.
You love the way he melts beneath the praise. Such simple, easy words, yet they have all the power to make him whimper and whine and open his legs without you even needing to put a hand on him. Good boy. Gooooood boy. They taste almost as good on your tongue as his cute little cunt does, but nothing will ever compare to the tart, fruity flavor that you’re given every time he sobs with pleasure.
“Pleasepleaseplease!” He chants, voicebox starting to glitch out as he nears his next orgasm. “So close starlight, s-so… so clo-oh….sss….”
Your tongue darts between his silky soft folds, drinking him up, and then thrusts inside of him as much as you can offer. Sunny’s back arches up into a perfect curve, but your hands keep his hips from thrusting up against your face. He could force you, if he truly wanted, could grab your hair and pull you down onto where he needed you — but Sunny is a good boy.
He’ll wait for the permission, if only because he likes to know he’s following the rules. The last time he didn’t wait for permission, you had edged him for at least an hour before giving him the small mercy of your fingertips furiously rubbing over his clit and pushing him into an orgasm so hard that he went into a full reboot.
You pull your face back to look up at him, eyes hooded and expression likely a complete mess of translucent orange slick across your cheeks.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” you purr, making a show of your tongue tracing over your lips and gathering up some of his tang-flavored mess. “I love hearing you beg me to eat out this yummy pussy of yours.”
“N-noooo….” He whines, hands up and hiding his face. “Starlight… naughty language! ….So so naughty…”
The fact that he can still act shy when you’ve been tongue-fucking him for the last twenty minutes is addictingly cute in itself. Maybe you should invest in a toy sometime, if only to give yourself a little handicap to keep up with his voracious libido. A vibrator sounds nice, something to keep buzzing on the bot’s clitoris and make him tremble and sob, begging for his cunt to get stuffed with whatever you deigned to give.
A dildo could be good too. Something big and thick, enough to sate Sun’s hunger and leave him scrambling to keep his thoughts together while you fuck him into next week. How he’d wrap his thin legs around you, face hidden behind his bent rays and hands and begging to be completely wrecked.
But this is nice for now. The simple pleasure of your mouth on him, making Sun’s body shake and his glistening sex clench needily around nothing at all. You tease a few fingertips where his soft, neon-orange cunt opens to a tight channel within. Tight enough that it feels like a vice even around one or two of your comparatively smaller digits.
“If I’m naughty,” you chuckle. “Then what does that make you? You’ve been begging me to fuck this pretty little pussy aaaaaall day. Betcha been thinking of me playing with your clit, stuffing you full of my fingers.”
Sun can’t offer much of a response, eyes shut and rays quivering with utter delight; he never seems to realize how much of an emotional tell those things are for him, which only makes it more adorable.
“….p…please…”
“Hm?” You hum softly, feigning disinterest. “What was that? Care to repeat?”
“P-please… m-make me…. c-cum?”
“Awww!” The noise of utter endearment slips from your lips as if you were looking at an adorable cat picture on the internet. Fingers slip past Sun’s entrance with utterly no resistance. “You’re such a good boy Sun! Asking for what you want… maybe if you keep it up, if you’re reaaaaaally good, then I’ll let you cum.”
Sunny sobs, but drips with a sweetness you’re all too addicted to.
Maybe you can tease him just a little longer.