Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Drunk and sad Afton x female reader

William slumped in the booth all by himself. The empty bottles littered the table, there were different kinds, he got a different brand each time he stopped feeling a buzz from the current one. There were so many, and the fact that he wasn't unconscious yet could be chalked up entirely to the Russian on his mother's side. His tolerance for alcohol had always been incredibly high, even when he was younger, it made parties rather lame unless he could really get a buzz going.

He would admit, though, that the room was spinning slightly, and he felt incredibly warm. He reached up with a shaking hand and pulled his tie away from his neck, an action he should have done a couple drinks ago. He then undid the top two buttons of his purple dress shirt. He moaned softly, pressing the cold lip of the bottle to his own lips, taking a gentle sip before letting his head fall back. He groaned, shifting his hips and closing his eyes. He had nothing left for him, so if his liver went to shit, it wouldn't matter much.

A weight was suddenly put on his hips and he opened his eyes to see a girl on top of him. She was youngish, maybe twenty five or even thirty, and she was dressed in... very, very little. Afton raised his eyebrows slightly, looking first at her chest, and then at her. She was very pretty, with long black hair that hung in loose waves, soft brown eyes, framed beautifully with thick eyeliner and long eyelashes, which she flirtatiously batted at him.

"Hello, there, doll." She cooed softly, caressing a finger down his cheek, tracing his crooked nose fondly.

"Mmm, hello." He said, his British accent, which had been for so long suppressed, slipped out, as heavy as ever. She seemed mildly surprised, which morphed into intrigue. "And who may you be?" Afton asked, feeling her hips rub against it.

"They call me Cat." She purred in his ear, her breasts were pushed in his face and he crossed his eyes looking down at them, he bit his lip.

"Ahh, you're sweet, darling, but I'm much too old." Afton said, putting his hands on her plush hips and angling her away, though her perfume still lingered around his foggy head like the most intoxicating alcohol.

"Ooo, that makes them..." She paused to grin, running her fingers through his salt and pepper black hair, "all the sweeter." She wriggled her hips, testing him. Through his weakened ability of consciousness, he moaned again, letting her give him a small lap dance, her hands brushing down his chest and back up again, grabbing and massaging his shoulders. She dragged her pointed red nails up his neck gently, tickling his skin, and scratching his scalp.

"Cat, was it? You're... rather talented with your hips." Afton said, putting his hands back on them again, moving them for her and she smiled down at him, her eyes piercing and lustful. She dragged her hand along his jaw as she dismounted him. Leaning back in to grab one of his rough hands.

"You should see what else I'm talented with, my love." She said, her voice was soft and low, and she leaned down, pressing her elbows against her breasts, squishing them together. Afton stared openly, his eyes half lidded and he looked back to her again, a smile gracing his lips.

"Why don't you show me, then." He growled and stood up, they were almost of equal height, her taking him by only an inch or two due to her heels, which clacked across the black linoleum. She was leading him back to the VIP rooms and she was giddy with excitement. It was a rare occasion when a man as handsome as this became this drunk. She remembered rushing through the building when she saw him walk in, keeping an eye on him after every drink he downed. He must be an incredibly broken man (though his wallet sure wasn't). She recalled the way his bulge rubbed against her clit and she bit her lips in anticipation. She heard him behind her, his expensive shoes tapping softly and rhythmically behind her, save the occasional misstep, singled by a break in the cadence.

Afton followed her back, his mind too distant to think about anything other than this beautiful young woman and her stunning body. He watched her walk in front of him, her short black skirt, her criss-crossed black top which was practically ribbons more than an actual shirt. She must work here, as he had seen other girls dressed similarly, with their red nails and strappy heels. She paused and pulled a key out from the waist band of her pleated skirt, unlocking the door and nudging him inside. He obeyed eagerly. There was a long black couch with straps dangling from the sides along with a couple other questionable pieces of furniture.

Cat pushed him onto the couch and he flopped back, spreading his legs and splaying his arms out along the back. She sidled onto his lap again, this time, shamelessly grinding into his crotch. He groaned, and then chuckled, reaching around and began undoing her surprisingly simple top. It basically just unwound, which made it easy for his stupid, alcohol dulled brain. There was no bra underneath and he bit his lip, reaching up and grabbing her tits. She moaned to amuse him, pressing her hands against his chest. Arching her back, she shoved her chest into his face and Afton felt himself practically being swallowed. They were soft on either side of him and he moaned, whatever lotion or perfume she used was bound to stay with him for days.

Cat was grinning, holding the man by the back of his head into her cleavage all the while working her hips to grind against him. He was so hard now, she could feel him so easily, her thin underwear were already soaked. Burying her fingers in his hair and giving his scalp a gentle scratch, she pulled him out, gripping firmly at the base of his head. He looked up with dazed eyes and shook his head, smiling. She tapped his nose softly and brushed both of her hands on either side of his face, before standing again. She kneeled and undid his belt, pulling it off, he arched his back to make it easier for her. She discarded it on the floor and then undid the button on his pants, pulling the zipper down as well. He helped her, taking his pants and underwear into his hands and sidling them down his hips until his erection sprung free. She hid a small gasp behind a moan. He was much, much larger than she had expected, his pants must have been so tight. She felt her second heart beat throb at the image of his bulge in tight dress pants. Standing back up, she wriggled out of her skirt, pulling the short article of clothing down to reveal her painfully feminine panties, all lace and black fabric.

"Ohhmmm, come here..." Afton groaned, reaching out with an arm and he kneeled on top of him, straddling him. He wriggled her panties down with his index finger, and slipped the digit into her crack. She gave another whimper, solely to entertain the man. Looking at how much money he had, she doubted he would find her- he brushed it gently with his finger tip, circling it softly while using his middle finger to trace the opening of her hole. "So wet, doll. You're all wet." He chuckled. She moaned, but this time, it was genuine. Her hips ached with the build up. All of the gentle touches were edging her painfully. He put more pressure on her clit, rubbing it until she braced herself on his shoulders again.

He dipped his middle finger into her hole, and then dragged his index finger back and slipping that one easily in as well. She wiggled her hips, feeling his fingers burrow inside of her, rubbing her walls gently. She bit her lip, eyes watering as he fingered her, her clit throbbed again, and she reached down to touch herself at the same time as Afton. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them into his mouth, moaning as he sucked them clean.

"You taste phenomenal, my dear." He hummed, guiding her hips slowly. She felt his leaking tip pass her opening and she whimpered, pressing herself further onto him. He groaned, groping her chest again, pinching her nipples. She slid down onto him easily, her sopping hole eagerly absorbing him. He moved her hips for her, lifting her and settling her back down. She arched her back, her chest thrust in his face again and he sucked her breasts, leaving dark marks on the inside of them and on the tops and the sides, she cooed to him, calling her her precious baby and so on. Until he was moaning.

"Oh you're so big... mphhmmmm, oh god..." Cat moaned, grinding against him, feeling him hit her cervix again and again until she was writhing in pleasure. "I'm... ooooo, I'm going to cum." She moaned and Afton felt his cock become heavily saturated in her release, he bit his lip, the suction that was created was unbearable, he felt his stomach tighten and the warmth curled around his system and through his throbbing cock until he shot his release deep inside of her. She moaned, hungrily bouncing on his hips, milking him of every last drop until he collapsed agains the couch, panting with his eyes closed.

"Didn't think I could still do that." He chuckled softly and Cat just caressed his face, he really did have a wonderful face. She thought to herself 'I didn't think I could still feel like that.' Before slipping off of him.