"And by the time the cops finally showed up after someone called about a break in, they didn't find anything but a mess of blood on the floor." One of your friends smirked after he finished telling the story, and inhaled a long drag from his cigarette. "Oh come on, if it really was a suit that killed him, then it couldn't have just disappeared, unless there was somebody else there to move it." "Yeah..or he moved it himself. Half dead and just wandering the place like some kind of monster~" Almost everyone in the group looked disturbed. You just rolled your eyes. "Okay, I can believe that there was a Fazbear killer. There's plenty of evidence behind it. But ghost stories? What is this, middle school?" Your friend who started telling the story, smirked at the others in the group. "Oh? Well if you're so completely NOT scared, how about another story? That building at the edge of the woods is Afton Robotics. And years ago, Afton lost his kid in a freak accident with one of the robots in there. How about you break in and come back out with a robot arm or something? Unless you're scared~"
Your stomach lurched. Partly at the thought of getting caught, and partly because you were just slightly afraid that maybe the little ghost stories were true. "How about NOT being put on a record for breaking and entering?" "Oh c'mon you chicken! Nobody's been in there in years." You sighed in defeat and nodded. "Okay..fine. But you guys are gonna help me get in." A few people chuckled as you all walked over to the building. You looked at it in confusion. "This place is the size of a small warehouse. I thought animatronics needed a ton of space." One of your friends shook her head. "This is just the top part. The actual attraction is underground. People took an elevator to get there." "...So how am I getting in?" The sound of metal being kicked, answered your question. You looked over and saw one of your friends had kicked in a vent from outside.
"Well? You talk a big game, crawl in there." You rolled your eyes and tied your hair back. "It better not be Spider City in there.." You muttered getting on your hands and knees, and crawling inside. The further you went, the less you could hear the whispers outside. Soon the only noise, was your hands and knees quietly hitting the bottom of the vent. You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts when instead of once again touching the cool metal of the vent, your hands fell through the air, with a panicked yelp, your body fell forward, sending the bottom half with it. You fell through the dip in the vent for about ten seconds until finally your back and head slammed into the floor of the vent below.
You groaned and rubbed the back of your head, looking up at the chasm you'd just fallen from. "I bet that sent me down a floor or two..so how will I get back up there?" You decided to worry about getting out later, and for now to focus on finding a parts room where you could find an arm and leave this place for good with your dignity intact. As you proceeded to crawl through the vent, you heard something below. It sounded like..music? You rubbed your ears to make sure you weren't hearing things, but sure enough the music was definitely there. "What the Hell?" You pressed your face to a crack in the vent, and saw light coming through. "Shit..shit shit shit.." You muttered, freezing up. This place wasn't abandoned, somebody was definitely here, and that could only mean two things. A. You were now in danger of getting yourself caught, or B. This building really was haunted.
Screw the bet, and screw whatever the Hell your friends were going to say. All you could think about now, was getting the Hell out of this building. You crawled around, trying to make as little noise possible, but you couldn't manage to hide your heavy breathing, or your heartbeat that pounded inside your head almost deafeningly. Suddenly there was a quiet noise behind you, almost like a large serpent was slithering through the vent. "H..h-hello?" You stuttered, not sure if you were going to hear an answer, or even wanted to. "I don't recognize you.." Said a feminine, robotic voice. You felt paralyzed, losing all control of your body. The slithering continued, and you felt something like a metallic rope wrap itself tightly around your leg. "Perhaps..you will do.."
Out of complete panic, you tried to drag yourself forward, putting all your force into it. Thud! You coughed as the wind was knocked out of you, and suddenly the bottom of the vent swung open like a trap door, leaving you hanging upside down with the thick wires still caught around your ankles. You attempted to pull yourself up and untangle your ankles, but a completely different sound, made you once again freeze. Footsteps. Your jaw dropped and you saw a flashlight being shined into the room. 'Oh God, I'm going to prison!' were your first thoughts. "Helloooo? If you're a robot out to get me, clap your hands." You tilted your head. That voice hardly sounded authoritative, more like a sarcastic teenager.
Someone walked into the room, and it looked like you weren't wrong. This worker you'd been so afraid of, was just a boy who couldn't be much older than eighteen or nineteen. He stared at you for a while and tilted his head, causing some of his dark brown hair to fall into his face. "Umm..h-hello?! How much longer are you just gonna fucking stare at me?!" You snapped in annoyance as your head started to hurt from all the blood rushing to it. The boy smirked, his vibrant eyes had a mischievous sparkle to them. "I was just making sure my eyes aren't playing tricks on me. There usually aren't people here, y'know since only an idiot would come down here." You glared at him, knowing that statement was obviously a backhanded way to call you stupid. "You don't say? That would explain why you're down here too."
There was a soft chuckle as he walked over and untangled the wires from your ankles. "Touche. But I'm still not the one hanging by my ankles in a vent." Before you could respond, you dropped down and hit the floor face first. "Fuck this day.." You groaned into the carpet. "C'mon, up ya go." A hand gripped your wrist and pulled you up. "So..are you gonna call the cops?" You asked brushing yourself off. "Mmm.." He looked up at the ceiling and lazily popped a bubble with his gum. "Guess that depends on if you can cure my boredom or not." You smirked "How can you be bored in a place full of haunted robots?" He shrugged. "Kinda got bored by the second night of being the only one running for my life." You shook your head and sighed. "Alright, if it'll keep you from turning me in, I'll be your company for the day." He smiled and nodded. "Name's Michael. Just stay close to me and with any luck you won't end up the next ghost haunting this place."
Before you could introduce yourself, Michael winked at you and exited the room. You hurried after him, not wanting to get lost in this place. The next few hours, were probably the most horrifying time of your life. Rooms full of flickering lights, robotic voices echoing all around, the unsettling feeling of constantly being watched. It didn't matter if the robots were haunted or not, those things were fucking terrifying. Worse than that, everytime you seemed to be in danger or about to trip, Michael would grab your arm and pull you close. Not just to his side, but you'd find yourself pressed directly against his chest. And when you looked up, there was that playful smile as he looked down at you, like any second he'd start teasing about how helpless you were. When you finally got fed up, you shoved him back. "You Sir, are enjoying this a bit too much!"
Michael just smirked, pinching your chin between his finger and thumb, and tilted your head up to get a better look at your red cheeks. "But you're enjoying it too~" You quietly stuttered a bit, trying to form a comeback, but he suddenly just stepped back. "Anyways, we made it." He gestured towards a doorway. "Is that the exit?" You asked. Michael shook his head. "No this is just the primary control module. I'll take you to the exit when my shift ends." You nodded and stepped inside. The sight made you shiver. It was an enclosed space with a massive fan, fuzzy camera screens, and..faces of animatronics that looked like baby dolls? "Uhh here's a thought. Let's not go in there." Michael patted your shoulder. "I know how it looks, but it's a lot safer in there than it is in the open." He then gently led you inside with his hand on the small of your back.
For a while, you just sat on the floor, grateful to be semi safe, until a loud noise several feet away made you jump a few inches into the air. Michael tried to hold in a snicker. You glared at him harshly and hissed out "It's not funny." In a venom filled voice. "..I mean..It's a little funny." He replied still laughing under his breath. At this point, you were fed up. Sick of this stupid sarcastic boy, and his stupid cocky smile. You got up off the floor while he was still shaking his head and giggling, then grabbed one of his shoulders and lightly slammed him into the wall. Michael quickly shut up and his eyes slightly widened. You smirked and leaned in close. "I won't just take your teasing lying down, y'know." A nervous smile spread across Michael's lips, and his cheeks turned slightly pink. "Yes Ma'am.."
You smirked deviously. "Ma'am~? Y'know, I was gonna tell you my name but.." Looking Michael up and down, and then into his big blue eyes, you suddenly felt like the most powerful person on Earth. "Yeah..I think Ma'am will work just fine. That is if you're interested in the 'activities' that would warrant you calling me that." Michael's jaw dropped, blushing even more as he stared at you and then started nodding. "O-oh yeah. I'd be very, very interested." You reached up and pet his hair for a while, the second he began to relax and lean into your touch like an affectionate little puppy, you pulled away and sat on one of the desks. "Here boy~" You purred, pulling down your skirt and leggings. Michael swallowed a nervous lump in his throat and nodded, standing in front of you. You looked at him, and then nodded at the floor. He understood immediately and got down on his knees, his head right between your thighs.
You noticed the way he kept letting his eyes wander to the pillowy flesh, even more fixed on it than your pussy, and God did you think it was adorable. "Miiichael~" He snapped to attention, looking you in the eye. "If you want something nice, how am I supposed to give it to you if you don't ask?" Michael bit his lip with a soft whine until he opened his mouth again to speak. "P..please squish me.. Ma'am." He muttered half embarrassed and half nervous. Without another word, you squeezed your thighs shut, wedging his head between them. Michael's face turned blood red and a soft groan rose in his throat. "Do you really like this? Do you enjoy being on your knees and being crushed by a girl you hardly know?" You asked in fake disgust, to see how he'd react.
There was a soft whine beneath you. "Yes. God, fuck yes I love this!" His reaction made your blood hot, and filled your stomach with butterflies. "Well then.." You opened up your legs nice and wide, and started to rub your clit. "Here's a new order. Start eating." He swallowed the drool that had been gathering in his mouth and nodded with his tongue already halfway out. "Y-yes Ma-" Before he could finish, you'd grabbed the back of his head and shoved him in. He groaned a bit, making a vibration feeling against you, then you felt him putting his tongue to work. Immediately you sat back and moaned, petting his hair. "Oh yeah, that's a good boy~" Your praise seemed to motivate him since now he was sticking his tongue in and out, fucking you with it as efficiently as possible. For a while you just shut your eyes, riding the wave of pleasure Michael was sending throughout your body. Then you looked down.
Michael's face was still buried in your nether regions, but you saw something different, lower down. There was a bulge in Michael's jeans that looked painfully tight. You bit your lip and started rubbing it with your foot. His legs twitched violently and he sputtered a shaky exhale into your sopping wet cunt. "Does that hurt?" You asked, honestly kind of concerned. "H..hurt isn't the word I'd use.." He replied shakily. You nodded in understanding, reached for his arm and gently pulled him up. His hair was completely disheveled and his lips and cheeks were soaked with your cum and his saliva. "Come a little closer, Michael." He turned red and leaned close. You turned his head slightly, and whispered your name directly in his ear. "That's what I want to hear you call me, while you fuck me."
"Yes Ma'am.." He groaned. And without hesitation, he stripped out of his jeans and purple boxers. He looked to be a bit less than six inches, but had an impressive girth. You blushed a little and kept your legs spread. Michael approached you, slipping his hands under your thighs and lining himself up with your entrance. He looked you in the eye and seemed to notice that now you were the one blushing. "Well.. aren't you gonna ask for it~?" You had every right to just cross your legs and make him use his left hand after a stunt like that, but..he really was cute enough to get away with anything. "Michael..please fuck me senseless. *Chuckle* if you think you can manage." He rolled his eyes, tugged on your thighs, and slowly impaled you on his cock.
Just as suspected, the width of him was already stretching your pussy at its seams. You weren't a virgin or anything, but even so it was difficult to take him. "F-fuck!!" You whined punching the desk. Michael looked down at you both lustfully and attentively. "Too much? Do you need me to go slower?" You shook your head. "N..no, it's okay *pant* I-I think you can move now." He nodded and slowly thrust himself in further until you'd taken him all the way. For a while he stood still watching you catch your breath and whine. "Fuck you're cute.." He muttered with a growl in his voice, as if he was holding back the urge to go completely feral. "Sh-shut up.." You whined, humiliated by the sudden turn of tables.
Michael smirked and leaned forward giving your neck a kiss. You gasped softly at the feeling, and then more so as his kissing turned to a soft bite, and sucking. "I-Im gonna have to cover that up!" You snapped, slapping him on the back as if you were displeased. "Aww~ Such a good girl doesn't wanna walk around with a little love bite?" He suddenly bucked his hips against yours, causing you to yelp. "Yeah, we both know you're not fucking innocent. Let's hear that voice of yours." You became teary eyed and your legs started to shake. "M.. Michael.." He thrusted again. "What? I don't speak whiny little angel." "Michael!!" He grinned and started unbuttoning your shirt to lick and nibble on your collarbone. "Attagirl~"
Michael's thrusts started to become more and more frequent, and quicker. You were a crying and stuttering mess while he panted heavily and squeezed your thighs with trembling hands, but you were both managing to call each other's names. "M-Michael.." You whined burying your face in his neck, a knot in your stomach growing more and more getting ready to pop. "Close.." Michael nodded. "M-me too..*pant* go ahead, cum for me gorgeous.." You didn't need to be told twice, just a few quick thrusts later and you burst on his cock, falling back on the desk dizzily as you began seeing stars. Michael groaned loudly and quickly pulled out of you, you felt something hot and wet covering your right leg. Both of you took a couple minutes to catch your breath, you were close to just rolling over on your side and getting some sleep until you heard. "If I die tonight..I die a happy fucking man.." You blushed with a soft smile, then grabbed a sticky note and a pen. "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen anytime soon.
Michael looked down as you stuck a note full of numbers to his shirt. "Aww, can't get enough of me?" You hopped off the desk to clean yourself off with some napkins and rolled your eyes. "Pretty sure it's the other way around." As you both started to get dressed, there was a buzzing noise. "Well, that's my cue to leave. C'mon." He smiled warmly and extending his hand to you. You blushed and took it as he pressed some buttons, sending the elevator back up. An automated voice then began to speak. 'You have completed your fourth shift here with us! We look forward to seeing you again tomorrow, Eggs Benedict.' Immediately your cheeks puffed up, trying to hold in your laughter. Michael gave you a deadpan, unamused look. "It's not that funny." His annoyance made you laugh even harder until you felt weak in the knees. "Hey shut up!" He scolded, playfully nudging your shoulder. "Not my fault the stupid keypad is busted."
The elevator reached the top floor, and already you could see fading daylight through the cracks of the front door. "Well..I guess I better go. With my luck, the others ditched me by now." Michael awkwardly rubbed his arm. "You uh..want a ride home?" You shook your head. "It's probably kinda out of the way. I'll be fine walking." He nodded and started walking towards the door. "I'll..be seeing ya then." You watched him for a couple moments, then stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. "Hey. Thanks again for not turning me over to the police. Let me thank you~" You gripped his blushing face and pulled him into a kiss. He immediately eased up, holding you close and slipping his tongue in your mouth. You wrestled him for dominance for a while, and then felt something hard. Your tongue wrapped around the strange object, then you spat it out to take a look. Bubblegum. Your jaw dropped and you gave him a confused look. "You STILL had this in your mouth the entire time?" Michael laughed then took his cap/flashlight off and bowed like he was some kind of magician. "Call it a hidden talent." You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, then popped the gum wad into your mouth, making direct eye contact with him. "Delicious~"
You then strode out of the building and walked for a bit, giggling at the flustered look he gave after you little act of seduction. Eventually you heard a car engine start up behind you and then disappear. As you began to wonder when you'd see each other again, you rolled the piece of gum around in your mouth, savoring its sweet, quickly fading taste.
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Tangled Up (18+) (M/F) (Michael Afton x Reader)
FanfictionAfter breaking into Afton Robotics on a dare, you fall out of a vent and get caught in some wires. But when an employee finally does find you, you find yourself tangled up in a completely different way.
