Insatiable Desire (Human Chica x Human Bonnie)

The Breakroom is a Great Place to Do It

Chica sighed as she watched Bonnie's performance on the stage. He was playing their new hit song, "Dream Your Dream" and the kids were all excited and trying to sing along. It was adorable really, and Chica couldn't help the small smile that spread across her face.

Bonnie had always had a talent for playing the electric guitar. Chica still remembers when they first met when she initially got hired to work at the pizzeria. Back then, he was all chubby cheeks and crooked smile. His talkative but bashful demeanor was so endearing that she couldn't help but feel drawn to speak to him.

Yet as Chica looks on from backstage, she can notice how the years had changed him. It wasn't all at once of course, however, years of knowing each other allowed her to easily pick out his many differences.

When Bonnie turned 17, he finally hit his growth spurt and rapidly began growing. (Chica will never forget the day he became taller than her and relentlessly teased her about it.) Just looking at him became a pain when she would constantly have to angle her head upwards to him. His form became broader too, and as much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't help but ogle at the muscles that stretched across his back. God, sometimes she just wanted to lic-

"Chica, what are you doing?"

Chica abruptly broke out of her indecent thoughts looking up at the man himself. Bonnie had his arms crossed across his chest and had an eyebrow raised prompting her to answer his question. Feeling her cheeks heat up at his unfairly perfect eyebrows she muttered, "None of your business."

Bonnie sighed as he ruffled her hair, "You've been spacing out a lot recently idiot. C'mon, we have to train the new employees."

Chica inwardly groaned, how could she forget about that? Freddy Fazbear went on a hiring spree to encourage different faces to be more inclined to come to the restaurant. As a result, Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy had to teach the new trainees how to run the pizzeria. This necessarily wasn't a problem in hindsight. The problem formed when the two new girl trainees, Mangle and Baby, spent more time eyefucking Bonnie than doing work.

Chica knew she wasn't the only one who noticed Bonnie's newfound physique, yet seeing him surrounded by girls always put her in a sour mood. (Especially since none of them were ever subtle with their advances.)

Trying to keep her irritation from showing too much, Chica forced a smile and followed Bonnie to the kitchen. Once they entered, Chica could see the trainees already talking to one another. However, the entrance of Bonnie and Chica made them stand at attention.

"Alright everyone, for today's training, we are going to practice making Fazbear's famous pizza!" Bonnie enthusiastically explained.

Each of the trainees was split into two groups so both Chica and Bonnie could teach them more efficiently. As a result, Chica was left to train Balloon Boy, Marionette, and Ballora.

Chica quite enjoyed her little group since she could tell that they were seriously listening. After showing them how to create the pizza, she left them to create their own and looked over at Bonnie's group. What she saw made her cool demeanor flare up instantly.

It was clear that Bonnie was trying to teach both Mangle and Baby, but they were too busy grinding themselves against him to be listening. Mangle was so obviously pressing her bust against Bonnie's arm and Baby was too busy showing off her ass by repeatedly bending over.

But what really pissed Chica off was when Baby spilled water (why did she have water anyway?) all over her chest and asked Bonnie to clean it off for her. Chica couldn't stand it anymore, and she quickly excused herself from her group and marched over to Bonnie's.

When she finally reached them, Bonnie looked over, "Oh, Chica do you need someth-"

Chica grabbed his arm and seethed, "Bonnie come to the break room with me, now."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow but separated himself from the girls and followed her into the break room. Once they were in the break room, Chica shoved Bonnie against the door and growled, "What the fuck Bonnie, do you let every girl grind up against you or something?"

Bonnie suddenly barked out a laugh and started laughing hysterically. "You're kidding. You dragged me all the way out here for that?"

Chica felt her anger fizz out and began to feel embarrassed. "It was seriously distracting. We are supposed to be training them, not being seduced by them."

Bonnie had that smug look on his face before leaning down closer to Chica's face. "You sure that's the only reason you brought me here? Cause it looks to me that you're jealous." He murmured.

Chica felt her face flush but refused to acknowledge the possibility. "No way, why must you be full of yourself all the time?"

Bonnie pretended to think for a moment before answering, "How could I not, have you even seen me? Why else do all the girls love me?"

Chica couldn't help but narrow her eyes at the bunny.

"Playboy."

"Controlling bitch."

"Womanizer."

"Pizza slut."

Chica sputtered at the insult, "Pizza slut? Are you serious?"

Bonnie chuckled once more before gingerly grabbing her waist and pulling her impossibly closer. Not expecting the movement, she placed her hands on his biceps. (God, they were huge.)

Bonnie brought his face so much closer that his lips moved against hers when he spoke, "Yeah, but I hate the fact you pay more attention to it than me."

Before Chica could bite back an insult, Bonnie crashed his lips against hers. The sudden pressure on her mouth made her let out an unexpected moan which made Bonnie push harder. His hands were everywhere, her ass, her breasts, and her hair.

Chica pulled apart for a second and watched the saliva separate from their makeout session. "God, could you not completely ruin my outfit?"

Bonnie smirked before casually replying, "Why does it matter? I'm gonna take your clothes off anyway."

Chica couldn't believe she could feel any more aroused, but hearing that made her clench her legs a little tighter.

"God Chica, you're such a slut for me," Bonnie murmured pulling her closer once more. Instead of pulling her in for another kiss, Bonnie moved his mouth to suck bruises onto her neck.

Chica hissed moving her hands to grip his hair harshly. Despite Bonnie being the one pushed against the door, Chica couldn't help but feel like he was the one in power. Bonnie must have realized this at the same time too because he quickly flipped their positions and used his height to cover Chica's form.

Bonnie pulled away from her neck before groaning, "God- you're so fucking hot, you have no idea how long I have been thinking about this."

That got Chica's attention and she could help but plead softly, "What did you picture us doing?"

Bonnie looked into her eyes as if checking for something before replying, "I was picturing you below me panting and begging me to give you release. But I wouldn't give it to you until you begged me for it so prettily. Then I had fucked you so hard that you were screaming my name and squirting all over my dick."

Chica's jaw dropped processing his words. "You are so dirty Bonnie oh my lord.."

Bonnie grabbed the back of her head forcing a gasp between her lips before whispering, "Oh, I'll show you dirty."

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And when Chica left the break room with a limp in her step no one said a thing. (1,292 words)