Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

My addiction to Springtrap is no longer healthy

(Was it ever? No. Anyways. RIP Scott)

The door to the house slammed and Scott yelped, head quickly swiveling over to the doorway. He couldn't see anything from his place at the kitchen table, but the heavy footsteps quickly alerted him of who it was. Afton rounded the corner and looked at him, his head cocking slowly to the side, his ears flopping over. The silver glow which emanated from his eyes, lit up the wall he was leaning against. Scott stared, slowly setting the pen he had clutched in his hand on the table, hearing it roll and clatter to the ground. He still refused to take his eyes off of the rabbit.

"Scott." He growled, his voice was deep and Scott felt it rumble in his own chest, despite the gap. When Afton was still... Afton, his voice hadn't been that gravely or that robust. "Come here. Now." Scott felt a shiver run down his spin. His hips involuntarily tingled, a sign that he was already feeling that painful excitement. He felt like one Pavlov's dogs, and Afton's voice was his bell. He squirmed in the chair, before standing up, his thighs burning with the anticipation of lust. He felt like he was being bred to have just as ravenous an appetite as this new Afton had. "I had such a nightmarish day, and seeing your sweet self has me absolutely throbbing." Afton growled and the moment Scott was close enough, Afton snagged his waist and pulled him flush against his body. Scott gave an involuntary moan, clutching his fur.

"Oh God, I've missed you too." Scott begged, already grinding against Afton's thigh.

"A week and a half is too long for you, my dear." Afton chuckled darkly, groping Scott's ass and tugging him harshly against his leg until he dragged a squeak from the slighter man.

"Yes!" Scott panted, nearly budding over his climax already. "Too long! NGhhh... too long!" Scott sobbed, pressing his face against the rabbit's stomach, before pulling away and leaning back as far as he could go with his hips still pressed to Afton's thigh.

"Go ahead, Scotty. But fair warning, I won't be stopping." Afton growled, and slowly turned to pin Scott against the wall, driving his knee up and pushing Scott down on it, where he rode it, bracing on Afton's shoulders. He bit his lip, squeezed his eyes shut, and ecstasy flooded his hips as he came, his sweatpants growing sticky and a dark stain spreading across. He looked down in disgust and leaned back against the wall. Afton wasted no time in ripping Scott's pants off. Scott whined.

"You keep tearing my clothes up. I don't have very many." Scott moaned, but the cold air on his cock already made it perk up again. Afton hungrily grabbed Scott's softer mid section, practically drooling as he stared at it. Scott huffed letting his head fall back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut.

"Ah fuck, Scotty darling, do you see what you do to me?" Afton groaned, one hand still on Scott's stomach, the other was groping himself. "I'm going to use you so fucking hard." He growled, squeezing Scott's hips and pulled him off of his thigh and wrapped his legs around his hips, grinding against his ass.

"Mphahh... haaa I-I don't k-know if I can..." Scott stammered, but Afton still lined his dick against Scott's ass.

"Oh darling, of course you can. You've done fine thus far." Afton laughed, cupping one hand on Scott's lower back to support him, his other hand was gripping his shoulder. He pressed against him until his tip slipped in. The most unholy sound was dragged from Scott as Afton pressed deeper, his massive cock raking against his walls.

"MAHhhHaahahahaa..." he panted as Afton started adjusting, fingers grasping at his skin as he slammed into him. Scott felt him penetrate each time, he felt himself stretching but it was so painfully slow.

"Oh you're alright, doll. Don't be dramatic!" Afton chuckled watching drool slip down Scott's chin as he bounced against his hips. Little sobs choked from his throat.