Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

So, So Special

I haven't posted in so long I'm so sorry. I would come up with one of those crazy Wattpad author excuses like "I got lost in the sewer because I left my house at like, three in the morning, which was a mistake to begin with, I know, and ended up meeting the rat man and he wanted to eat me, but the only way I got out was by calling him 'rat daddy'." But honestly, it's because I had too much school work because I need to become rich and famous one day, and I'm pretty certain that this shit ain't going to do it for me. Anyway, here ya'll go! I hope it suffices!

"Oh Scotty, look at you." Afton growled, watching Scott in front of him. The man was sprawled out, arms behind his head, his bare legs were open and curled up.  His face was bright red and tears were slipping down his cheeks. Afton looked at all of the hickeys he had left behind all over Scotts chest. His nipples were red and there were purple marks littering his collar bone. The pitiful thing was already hard again despite the cum that already covered his stomach.

Afton leaned forward and dragged a knuckle slowly up his length and Scott moaned, arching his back and Turing his head to the side, allowing drool to slip down from the corner of his mouth. Afton dragged his left hand through Scott's black hair, grabbing it at the base and began stroking him hard and fast until he came again. It was fast and Scott screamed into his bicep, biting the flesh.

"Ah.. ah... please, oh please! Please! Sir... I- I can't I'm..." he hiccuped and groaned, bucking his hips and Afton pressed them down into the bed, thumbs digging into his soft flesh dragging out a stream of wet moans and whimpers.

"Oh Scotty, look at you. You're nothing special. You never have been, I mean, you're thirty six without a steady partner, but you love to sleep around, don't you? You don't listen to any special music, you like black coffee, and you have a face that could easily get lost in a crowd. Nothing about you stands out, but oh those sounds you make. Those pretty little sounds..." Scott groaned, looking up at Afton through squinted eyes, barely being able to make anything out through the tears. He wanted to be fucked so bad, to be destroyed from the inside out. And Afton saying all of this didn't make it any easier to ignore his pulsing erection. "I mean, look at you, look how bad you want me to touch you." Afton said, pinching little red marks into Scott's skin, groping his thighs and leaning into the plush surface, kissing them lower and lower before pulling away. Scott whined pitifully, the pressure in his abdomen was growing too much and he moaned deeply, trying to focus on getting his eyes to stay uncrossed.

Afton sat back on his haunches and stared at Scott's erection resting heavily on his stomach. He leaned forwards, pressing his hands into the pillow on either side of Scott's head, and stooped down, licking the sticky white cum off of Scott's chest. Each time Scott twitched, Afton left another mark in the area.

"Oh fuck, please, I can't come anymore, please please..." Scott droned on with a strained voice.

"Please what? Please use your words darling." Afton growled, he was already getting ready to fuck Scott. To plunge deep inside of the man and fuck him until the only thing he could do is scream, scream for him to go faster until he's shooting blanks and crying for mercy. He wanted to watch Scott thrash and squirm and grab his arms and wrap his legs around Afton's hips to try and hold him in. He just needed Scott to say one thing.

"I want you." He huffed, letting his eyes close and he opened his legs a little wider. Afton grinned, feeling his face flush and he pressed himself against Scott's waiting hole and pressed closer. Scott bit his lips, his eyes were still shut. Afton pressed in further, not stopping this time. Scott sucked in a breath and made a small, guttural sound but let Afton keep pushing in. He felt his cock pulse and he went to go and touch it, but two hands grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the pillow. Afton started pulling out before thrusting back in. Keeping this rhythm steady for a moment before speeding up.

Scott was tight, so tight, and there was one spot in particular that would make Scott moan so indiscreetly. He wanted to hit it again. And again.  And he did. Scott gasped and cried as his prostate was abused and no matter how many times Afton's dick raked it, it still felt good. The pleasure made his stomach clench and pre to leak from his dick. He looked up at Afton who was looking at the ceiling, he moved his hands to the underside of Scott's thighs, squeezing the flesh. He thrust again, deeper this time, rolling his hips.

"Ah-haaa... Afton, Afton please, please, faster I need you, it hurts-" He moaned, his voice bouncing with each thrust. Afton did what Scott wanted and began fucking him faster. Scott clenched his teeth and groaned, his eyes rolling back. Afton leaned down and kissed his neck which completely undid Scott. The man came again, his mouth opened as he did and he stared down the bridge of his nose, eyes crossing. Afton let go of one of Scott's legs, to press on his stomach instead. Pushing down and feeling each thrust of his own dick.

Scott gasped and shouted, reaching down and touching himself, not his dick, necessarily, but his body in general. Afton rolled back, still thrusting, but so he could stare at Scott. Watching the man massage himself, rubbing his chest and grabbing at his own shoulders.

"Gah! Fuck,Scott, fuck, you're so fucking tight..." Afton growled, thrusting until his hips hit Scott's causing the poor man to scream again. Scott's hands left his body and flew to Afton's hips, but Afton only grabbed his hands and pressed them back to the pillows, leaning over Scott and driving harder into him.

"Yes!" Scott screamed and Afton came, shoving deep into Scott instead of pulling out and he watched as Scott's face darkened a shade and blood leaked from his lower lip from where he had bit it so hard.

Afton pulled out after a few more soft thrusts and hunched down between Scott's legs again, kissing his thighs were he had squeezed hard enough to leave hand shaped bruises. He grabbed a discarded bath towel from the floor beside the bed, and wiped the cum off of Scott's body, and then pulled the covers back up from the foot of the bed where they had bunched.

He delicately wrapped them around Scott and he lay down beside him, moving one of Scott's legs up and over his own and cradled the man softly against his body, petting his hair and feeling his breath against his bare chest.

"Did you mean what you said?" Scott asked in a small voice, it was gravely and sounded nearly painful to talk.

"No, my dear. No I didn't. You're so special to me." Afton responded, rubbing Scott's back and kissing the top of his head. "So, so special."