Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

College Willry because I said SO

"You are such a dork. That's so funny that I used to be scared of you." Henry laughed, pulling Afton against him, burying his fingers in his hair. Afton laughed, pushing his face into Henry's neck, entwining their legs together.

"Don't be an ass, Hen." Afton scolded, but he was laughing the whole time. He pressed his lips against the soft spot under Henry's ear, just next to his jaw.

"I'm not." Henry said, but his voice had dropped to a whisper. Afton's kisses sent chills down his spine and he felt the familiar tingling in his hips. The way he always felt whenever Afton touched him anywhere.

"I'm only teasing." Afton mumbled, never taking his lips off of Henry's soft skin. He took a deep breath, Henry always smelled so good. Sweet like cheap cologne and the coconut hair product he always uses to make his curls look perfect. Afton sighed before he began to lick Henry's neck, sucking on the skin until he was sure there would be a mark. Henry let out little whimpers while tightening his grip on Afton, holding the slighter boy closer to his body. "Oh, Henry. If you knew the way you make me feel." Afton groaned, grabbing Henry's shoulders and pushing himself up a little (picture cobra pose for yoga but on top of a Henry).

Henry looked into Afton's face, too scared to meet the boys intimidating eyes. The pressure of Afton on top of him made him flustered enough. He never thought he would be here, especially not with William Afton.

"Look at me, Hen. I want you to look at me." He begged and Henry's eyes immediately flew to his. He felt his heart stop, Afton was so horribly intense and his angular face made him almost god-like. Henry's breathing quickened once he found he was still able to do so, and Afton seemed thoroughly satisfied in this. "Ohh..." Afton moaned and shoved his face into Henry's neck, sucking another dark spot while slowly grinding his hips down. Henry choked on a sob as that familiar warm pleasure filled his hips. He couldn't recall a time a woman had ever made him feel this way.

"Will... that's so good. That's so good..." Henry groaned, running his hands up Afton's t-shirt, rubbing his soft, pale skin in gently circles. Afton sat up again, arching his back as he straightened. He placed his hands on Henry's stomach and readjusted to properly ride him. Grinding down until Henry moaned. And that moan was loud and Henry had shoved himself into the mattress, gripping the sheets. His cheeks were flushed and Afton widened his straddle, going down harder, pulling Henry's shirt up. Henry moved his arms so that Afton could remove it entirely. Henry remembered being embarrassed being shirtless in front of Afton, my how that's changed.

Afton's cold finger tips dragging down his skin made him shiver and he reached behind him to grab the pillows Afton reached over Henry and clasped his hands in Henry's, who gripped his fingers tightly.

"Will! Oh god... mmm fuck..." He whined, bucking his hips up. Afton bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling, muttering Henry's name over and over, his soft lips were pink and wet and he pinched his tongue between them. Henry could only look up and moan, this was something straight out of a fairy tale. A very hot, and sexual fairy tale, with a very hot and sexual British man.

"You feel good? Mmm... goooood." Afton moaned, his voice was flighty and his accent was thick. Henry felt like he might explode in any second. He gripped Afton's hand so tight and Afton gave it a squeeze in return before tugging his hand away, running his fingers through his hair, pulling it back and off of his forehead. He looked over to the shelf that was connected to the bed and grabbed a hair tie that sat on it. A benefit of both boy's having longer hair. He tugged it back into a short and low pony tail, but it did the work of getting it out of his face. Two strands hung down in Afton's face, framing his cheekbones and curling inwards towards the corner of his lips. Henry wanted to brush it away, but also thought it made Afton looked beautiful, almost feminine.

"Will... oh god, mm, Will!" Henry sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut and screwing his face up. He felt a tear drip from the corner of his eye, running down his temple. A thumb stopped it and wiped it up, Henry opened his eyes and saw Afton press the pad of his thumb to his tongue which was sticking out of his mouth.

"What do you want me to do, Hen? I'll do anything... anything." Afton whispered, his voice was husky and Henry could tell that Afton was in just as much pleasure.

"I don't care... I need you! I want you to- to... nnng mmm..." He cried.

"Tell me, Henry. I want to hear it from those perfect lips of yours. Telllll me." Afton groaned, rubbing his hands up Henry's sides and dragging them back down his front, groping his chest and pushing on his stomach. Henry sobbed and looked straight into Afton's steel gray eyes.

"Please fuck me... god I want you so bad I want to feel you I can't take it anymore." He cried and Afton's pale face flushed in the cheeks and his eyes widened as he looked down at the mess of a man below him.

"If you insist, my love." He murmured, and got off of Henry, making quick work of removing his pants and throwing them to the ground, quickly doing the same with his own. He then leaned forward and took Henry's hand, which was still over his head, and pulled it to his face, swirling saliva in his mouth before pressing his tongue to Henry's palm. He felt Henry squirm and he shivered in delight at this very real man beneath him, wriggling in pleasure he was causing. He then thrust his hips forward, slightly, and let Henry grab his dick. Henry's hands were warm and calloused and covered in Afton's spit. Afton moaned and Henry began to slide his hand up and down his shaft, thumbing the tip and squeezing the base. Afton choked on a cry and bit his lip, before pulling away from Henry, who had become so entranced in the noises that Afton was making all because of him.

He then lined himself up with Henry's hips, pushing the base of his thighs apart, stretching Henry's legs. He pressed his tip into his hole and gasped, not audibly but a surprised little chirp. Henry had his lip clamped between his teeth, his eyes were little slits. Afton pressed deeper, feeling Henry swallowing him as he eagerly plunged further until he realized the moan that Henry was making. The low pitiful sound of suppressed pleasure. He pulled back slightly and thrust back in, and then again, and again. Occasionally Henry's voice would pitch and he would desperately cling to Afton's arms, clawing his biceps. Henry came quickly, unable to take anymore, between the riding and now this, every time Afton raked his prostate his vision would go white and a fiery warmth would sear through his body, rendering him defenseless.

"Oh fuck Henry, you're so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck... oh fuck you feel so good." Afton groaned, he was growing more audible by the second, every thrust loosened him and drew heavier, faster moans from him until he was practically panting. Henry came a second time before he could even register what had happened and a dull ache began to settle in the base of his thighs from where Afton was over stretching them. His legs felt numb and his dick throbbed. "Mmmngh... Henry-" Afton warned before a liquid warmth flooded Henry's system. He felt it rush into him, deeper than he'd felt anything go before. He looked up, his eyes wide and Afton was staring down at him, panting, those two strands of hair still hanging in his face. Henry laughed, breathlessly, and reached up tucking them behind Afton's ears before pulling the boy down onto him. Afton grunted, but let him.

Henry rolled over, groaning as his legs finally closed, he knew they'd be sore tomorrow. Afton was resting just above him, high enough on the pillow so that Henry could nuzzle under his neck. Afton ran his fingers through Henry's blond hair, shaking out the curls. He inhaled the scent of coconut, which is what just about every product of Henry's consisted of. Be it his hair wash, body wash, but Afton didn't mind. It was a beautiful contrast to his more herbal scent, sage, lavender and so on. He hummed softly, feeling Henry's breathing deepen on his skin. He closed his eyes in the dimness of the room, and drifted off to sleep.

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