William Afton x M!Reader Smut

I Want Him Though

   To the person reading this you need help (looking at you mango)

   He was genuinely a good looking man. William Afton I mean. The name shined brightly on his name tag. He was dark haired, very slim and poorly postured, and wearing the proper attire a usual security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria would wear. I had bumped into him a couple times, and each time I did so I got to hear his low voice with a thick British accent. It brought shivers to my spine and butterflies to my stomach, but I wasn't sure if he could tell. I even stumbled into him on purpose once or twice.
   I was with my younger sister Susan when we were visiting there for her birthday. She was there with her friend group and Mom assigned me the dreadful task of putting up with a bunch of 6 or 7 year olds at a grimy pizzeria. We had been there before on a few occasions but not too much really. I was Susan's brother, Y/N, I didn't have much of a love life at all (despite being 23), and all of my friends were busy today either studying for a college thing or out and about, so it was just me watching over the kids.
   I was checking my phone for a while, catching up with my Discord servers, checking Snapchat and everyone's stories, checking my recent text messages, all of that sort.
   But when I looked up, Susan and the other kids were.. gone?
   I was confused, but not scared. There were plenty of places they could've run off to. I decided just to take a quick look around, just to see if they were out of my line of vision. I checked the rows of tables, trying to scan for my sister's face throughout the sea of sticky, unwashed children. I didn't see anything. I was searching and searching, but  I couldn't find anything. My anxiety levels rose. Where were they?
   I paced around for a little bit, and glanced at a mysterious doorway that led to the back of the pizzeria, maybe they had ran off there? It couldn't hurt to check, right?
   I opened the door, trying to stop it from creaking. There was just a longer hallway which I assumed led into a different room. "Pssssst! Hey Susan! If you and your friends are around here you need to get your asses out here. Now!" I hissed. I couldn't believe this. Why would they even go here in the first place? With a heavy sigh, I started trekking down the hallway, which was peculiarly long for some cheap pizzeria. I was definetly wary of where I stepped, the floor was a bit slippery.
   I saw a corner coming up at the end of the hallway, good god finally. I turned the corner and....
   Oh my god.

   I was frozen. Adrenaline shot through my body like a bullet, my ears deafened everything around me. My very own sister and her dearest friends, were laying there. Lifeless. Soulless. I couldn't move, I could feel my heart beating in my whole body. I felt like crying, but my body couldn' preform any sort of action right now.
   Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my shirt behind my neck, and throw me against the concrete wall. My head send a shockwave throughout my face and my ears rang. I opened my eyes to see long black pants and shoes soaked in fresh blood. I ran my eyes up his body until it reached his face. It was him. Mr. Afton.
   He kneeled down and looked at me, his outfit and cheek splattered with the blood of those poor kids. Afton wielded a sharp, slightly scratched up knife covered in blood and a chunk of an unknown organ. He grimaced a sickening grin and softened his eyebrows. I was so pissed with him, I couldn't even admire him.
   "It really is such a shame you had to find out what happened here," Afton said in a low voice with a sigh "I was beginning to like you." He scooched closer to me, to the point where are faces were a foot away from each other.
   "And you're so cute too.. god." My face grew red, not like I could help it though.
   I looked at him deeply. I could've punched him and ran. Why didn't I?? He hadn't moved from where he was, and then I looked down. Blood was pouring out of my side. I stared at him, scared, traumatized, but he ate that right up. He said, "Why don't I have a little fun before I have to kill you? Taking your life now would be..," he laughed ".. such a waste now wouldn't it" That phrase alone sent shivers down my spine, I'm not sure if it was out of fear or attraction, after all I hadn't got any action since early high school.
   Afton grabbed my shoulder and forced his tongue into my mouth, I couldn't fight back, but there was some sort of enjoyment to it, as if I wanted it to happen. I did want it to happen, I wanted it to happen so badly. I didn't even care about my sexuality, I just wanted him. He pushed his tongue deeper into my throat and let his hand trail down past my neck and collarbone and onto my pecs. He let his lips part from mine, panting and leaving a string of saliva that collapsed onto my shirt. Afton ripped off his shirt violently, making the buttons pop off of the cloth. He then took my shirt off, rather quickly as well. I wish I could help him, but I was wounded and sore. It hurt to think and move and exist, but I wanted to stay alive for these last few moments with Afton. He moved down to my neck and bit into the skin, leaving hickeys that spread more pain on my throat. He wouldn't stop, even when I felt like I couldn't breathe. He grasped the knife in his hands and let it slide down my abs, leaving few cuts in my skin. I groaned, which was cut off by my heavy breathy. The pain envigorated me and overstimulated my brain. The combination of pain and pleasure and the feeling of being in jeopardy started to give me a boner.
  Afton stopped kissing my neck and lifted himself off of me, he had noticed what was going on beneath my underwear. He said through pants, "Ohh~ we're getting a bit antsy now, aren't we?" He licked the cuts he carved into my abs, which made me squeal in pain fron the burn. Afton left spit crawling down the side of my torso.
   He unzipped my pants while staring at me, eyes half lidded. I had no idea what he was going to do to me, and the fear grew and grew with each passing second that just the thought of it would make me cum. He yanked my pants down hard, causing my dick to spring up as if it were as eager as I was. I moaned out of pure wanting. He instantly held the knife to my throat, "I love hearing your noises, I might just have to carve out your throat and keep it as mine for eternity." He was sick, evil, disgusting, which made me all of more horny for him. He let the knife slide down to my cock, where he took the flat side and rubbed it all up and down, teasing me relentlessly. I squirmed out of frustration.
   "Be fucking still." he stated in a commanding tone. Afton put his lips to my tips and shoved his mouth down, forcing part of my cock in his mouth. He took it out and started rubbing his hand up and down it. I tilted my head back slightly and he forced me to look at him. I kept trying to tilt it away until finally, he snapped. He stabbed into my other side whilst jerking me off. I let out a short, but louder shriek follow by cries of pain. Afton leaned over to my wound and licked off the blood from around it. He lapped it up as if he were a dog drinking water. The burning felt so painful, and I started to see stars from blood loss, but I wanted to. I wanted to seem helpless just for him. After making out with my injury, he pushed his tongue between me lips, forcing me to taste my own blood mixed with his warm spit. He kept jerking me off, he wouldn't stop.
   "P-please." I managed to say through chokes.
   "Aww, please what? I can't understand you if you dont use your words doll." He cooed back, while hardly half a foot away from my face.
   I let out some precum as her stared into my eyes. Instantly he sliced across my chest, leaving me sobbing in pain again, tears were streaming down my face and dripping into my bloody wounds, I could hardly tell what was happening. I was seeing double, my eyes were blurry, I could hardly speak.
   "Look at you, you can hardly move, you're practically just my little fucktoy at this point aren't you? My good little boy toy."
   I felt my body reaching climax, but Afton got closer to my face since he noticed my struggling and breathing. "You will not cum until I let you, hear me? You are mine. I control you." He dug the warm knife right on my cheek, and I made the mistake of turning away by instinct. Oh god, what would he do to me? I was so needy for his punishment, so needy for his metal to glide beneath my muscle. So needy for him to make me wail in pain and pleasure. So needy for him. He stabbed me right above my cock, to where I could see the blood splatter all over his face and see him lick it off his lips. I was almost finished, please god let me finish Afton. I couldn't feel my own body, just his. I could hear my heart beating, and it started to slow. The light grew bright around me and I felt my eyes started to close. Afton still didn't stop, my muscles started relaxing, which in turn made me stop trying to hold back my cream. He crawled up to my ear and breathed "Goodnight my love."
   I felt one final stab into my chest, before i let the world take me.