Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Obsessesed

It took me a long time to figure out which character to do for this one, but I've got it now heeheehee. This takes place in college.

I caught sight of his sweatshirt on my bed, because he never really put anything where it was supposed to go. Or at least, remotely close. But I didn't mind it. Leaning forward, I snagged it in my hand and brought it towards me. It was simple and black and possibly the cheapest article of clothing he owns, I clutched it tightly. His cologne wafted from it and I froze. I took another deep breath and there it was again, why did he always smell so good? It was light and airy and herbal and so fucking expensive. I looked around the room and shame bubbled in my stomach, but it was fine, it wasn't too weird, and besides, it's not like he was here.

I held it to my face and took another deep breath, I was surrounded it in. In him. And I felt like I was drowning. My ears suddenly felt clogged and I felt my head grow heavy. He was such an amazing person. Albeit a little uncontrollable at times, but god was he wonderful. He was entertaining and smart and perfect in every single unbelievable way. The way his thing fingers twiddled with his hoodie strings, these hoodie strings. The way that his hands were almost a blur in Robotics class as he worked on their newest project. The impossible knowledge he had on just about everything.

I groaned. His hair which was perfectly layered and swished back without fail every single day. His porcelain skin, and that perfect jaw and his steel gray eyes that seemed to know everything about me. Those perfect lips which I've gotten to kiss. I took a shuddery breath and bit my lip, reaching under the waist of my jeans. His voice which is so deep but so light and that accent that makes him seem intelligent beyond his years. I rubbed my dick, pulling my face out of his sweatshirt and looking at the ceiling.

"Ughhh..." I moaned, biting my lip and squeezing the sweatshirt in my free hand. Why did he have to be so perfect. Those beautiful lips wrapped around my- "W-Will..." I moaned quieter and flopped back on my bed, pulling the sweatshirt to cover my face, maybe it'll cover my shame as well. I wriggled my pants down a little ways to get a better grasp. My stomach tightened as warmth flooded me. My head grew light and my eyes felt fuzzy. I threw the sweatshirt on the bed right next to me and ran my finger's through my hair, shaking out the curls. I bit my lip, closing my eyes and speeding up. I rubbed my tip and it sent shock waves through my body, I could only imagine Will touching me and I let out another breathless sob.

"Aaah... Ah- haaa!" I groaned as I came, cupping my tip with my hand and pumping out the last few drops, I leaned over and grabbed the discarded bath towel that was crumpled beside my bed and wiped myself and my hand with it, laying back down in shame. But when my head hit the pillow, his cologne surrounded me again and I gave a breathy laugh, unable to help it and grabbed the sweatshirt and pulled it under my chin, curling my body around it as I pulled the covers over me.

DOnezo! I was contemplating doing this from Afton's pov but then I thought, everybody always makes Afton the possessive crazy one, and while he is, I also realized that it fits my AU to have henry feeling a little desperate as well, as Afton was the first male he was ever with and on top of that, Afton was one of the only people who gave him attention and didn't treat him like he was some broke ass. So yeah, I thought this would be an interesting side to explore!