Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Rough day?

"You look tired, do you want to talk about your day?" Afton purred reaching out to touch Scott, but the man recoiled.

"No. I don't want to talk about it." He said angrily.

"Bad day?" Afton pressed.

"Yes it was a bad fucking day, can you stop pushing?" Scott growled, and grasped Afton's neck firmly. Afton gagged and smiled through slitted eyes.

"You know, if I didn't see that boner of yours, I would think this was abuse?" Afton snorted and Scott shoved him back and against a wall. Afton stared into the rotary dial of the phone mask Scott wore. He reached up and undid the leather strap under his chin and lifted the phone off. Scott's cheeks were red and so were the tips of his ears. His hair was frazzled and his glasses were already partway down the bridge of his nose. Anger flared in his eyes.

"Oh you look positively pissed." Afton said, Scott's hand tightened around his throat and he hiccuped as a warning. Scott slammed his lips against Afton's and immediately went to biting them, drawing blood and sucking it from his bottom lip. Afton moaned, and wrapped his hands around the arm that held him against the wall. The kiss felt choking and with the already lack of oxygen, Afton felt ditzy.

"Stop talking, I already have a headache." Scott growled, pulling away and staring straight through Afton. He grabbed Afton's throat so hard that he already knew there would be bruises tomorrow. A perfect, Scott sized bruise. Afton's eyes watered and his face flushed and he bit his already bleeding lip and moaned again. The thought of being marked by Scott made his whole world spin.

He looked back up at Scott's face and saw the anger blatant on his face, his eyes were glinting and Afton swore they were red. He laughed, it was breathy, he had made Scott mad mad.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Scotty." Afton said with false sympathy and Scott pulled Afton away from the wall, only to slam him hard against it. A loud moan escaped him, Scott let go of his neck, finally, the cold air scorching his sensitive skin and he pressed his face just under his jaw. His lips were hungry and Afton felt his mouth water as his eyes rolled back. He clenched his fists into Scott's baby blue button down, tugging at the fabric. "Oh, Scott."

"I'm about to use you like a fucking stress ball, and if you say anything stupid, so help me god." Scott said gruffly and then bent down to pull Afton's pants down. Afton bit his knuckle, eyes crossing as Scott dragged his freezing finger tips down his bare thighs. His pant's hit the ground, the belt thudding on the hard wood floors. Scott's hands roughly grabbed his hips, the skin pressing against his hip bones painfully.

"Oh, god, Scotty." Afton whispered, his breath shaking as Scott stood back up. He looked so angry, the fire in his eyes made Afton shiver in anticipation. Scott looked Afton up and down before grabbing his black tie and yanking it down forcefully, but Afton kept his neck still. Scott then grabbed his button down and ripped it, sending button's flying and Afton's chest rose quickly.

"Hm..." Scott hummed before dragging Afton over to the bed and turned him to face away from himself. Afton braced himself, not liking not being able to see what Scott was doing. "Get up and stick your ass in the air." Scott commanded and Afton could hear the smug tone in his voice.

"Try again." Afton growled, but Scott shoved him on the bed. Afton smiled, face shoved into the sheets.

"I said, don't say any stupid shit, Afton and that, that was some stupid ass shit." Scott growled and ground against his ass. Afton fluttered his eyes, moaning softly. Scott grabbed his hips and turned him to lay face down on the bed, head shoved just in front of the pillows. Afton felt the mattress shift as Scott got onto the bed behind him. "I don't really feel like lube either. I liek how tight you are without it." He said, shrugging. Afton blanched.

"W-what?" He tried asking, but Scott leaned over him, pressing a hand into the back of his neck, shoving him into the bed. He pressed his tip against Afton's hole, pushing in slowly. "Ah! Ah ohhh... Scotty, baby... maybe we can just- mph!" He struggled to speak but the hand on the back of his neck moved to the back of his head and shoved him into the mattress. Scott thrust all the way in, groaning as how warm and tight Afton was around his cock. He sighed, leaning back while keeping his hips planted firmly against Afton's ass. He let his head fall back as he pulled out all the way to the tip, before thrusting back in. He roughly grazed against Afton's g-spot, making his mouth salivate as he moaned loudly.

Scott adjusted, shifting to kneel on one knee and he put his other leg up against Afton, pressing as deep as he could, he reached forward, scratching Afton's scalp, before slowly dragging his hand down his neck and the his shoulders and his back, all the way to his ass, leaving pink lines as he went. Afton sobbed into the mattress.

"S-Slow down!" He cried, gripping the sheets. He loved it when Scott was rough with him, the way he would pull his hair and talk down to him. On top of this, pissed off Scott was a sexy Scott.

"Deal with it." Scott growled, giving one hard thrust to punctuate his words causing Afton to lurch forward, white knuckling the sheets. His tip leaked pre all of the sheets, but Afton couldn't spare a second to touch it. Scott's pace was rough and Afton felt like he was being obliterated.

He felt tears spring to his already blurred vision as warmth filled his hips. His vision went white and there was a pulse in his ear as his climax was ripped from him.

"Scott oh fuck! Oh fuuuuck... Scott..." It was a rare occasion when Afton came first. But Scott wasn't done yet. He pulled all the way out of Afton with a wet sound and he flipped Afton over onto his back.

"God you look... hot." He muttered, before picking Afton's hips up and wrapping his legs around his own hips before thrusting into him again, watching his face scrunch up as his cheeks flushed. A thin line a drool snaked from the corner of his mouth. Scott groaned and hunched over, grabbing Afton's biceps in his hands. He could barely wrap his finger's all the way around them. Afton was smaller than him, sure, but he worked out and Scott didn't. He squeezed his arms and pinned him to the bed as he picked up his pace. He bit his lip and warm liquid flooded Afton's stomach.

"Scoooott..." Afton groaned, squirming underneath him. Scott was cutting all circulation to his arms. Two new bruises to match his neck. Scott thrust a couple more times, deep and slow, rolling his hips against Afton before pulling out. He pressed his hands against Afton's chest as he slipped out of him.

Leaning down, he began sucking hickies all over his body, dark marks along his collar bone and his chest and his waistline. Afton combed his fingers through his own hair, pulling it from his forehead and swishing it back away from his face. He looked down his nose, neck too sore to lift it up, at Scott who was busy creating bruise art along his torso.

"Mm... thank you... thank you..." Scott murmured, finally pulling up to look at Afton. The anger was gone from his eyes and Afton smiled sleepily, his whole composure destroyed in a matter of seconds.

"Aw, there's my sweet boy." And Scott slammed his lips against his.