Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Afton gets sucked

When Afton doesn't think that Scott has what it takes to get someone off in five minutes or under, Scott turns it into a bet.

Scott's thighs were aching with the dull pleasure from between them. He was practically drooling as he looked down at Afton, who laid sprawled out on the bed, hands gripping the sheets above his head.

Scott smiled, readjusting himself between Afton's legs where he sat crouching and watched Afton squirm. He gently stroked his own cock, sucking in a breath as he resisted the feral urge to jerk himself off just to the site of Afton.

"S-Scotty, please, baby don't drag this out..." he panted, arching his back off the bed, expecting Scott to fuck him. But Scott didn't feel like it. Scott gnawed on his thumb nail, his hand's pace picking up on his leaking dick. "Scotty-" Afton sobbed, knuckles going white in the sheets.

"Alright, alright..." scott mumbled, half-heartedly, as he gently prodded Afton's dick, hooking a finger around its girth and lifted it from where it rested heavily on his stomach. Afton grimaced as he looked at Scott with hunger in his silver eyes. "Hey, don't look at me like that or I'll let you get off yourself." Scott commanded, stooping his head.

"W-wait, what are you doing?" Afton stammered, not expecting this. Afton hates when things don't go how he expected.

"Shuddup." Scott said, pressing his lips against Afton's hip, and then the soft flesh of his thighs, and then just above his hip. He heard Afton's breath hitch as the man slowly raised his knees.

"Oohngh..." he groaned darkly.

"Yeah? I knew you'd like it." Scott scoffed, dragging his tongue along his stomach. Afton arched off the bed again, his back making a perfect curve.

"Scotty!" Afton growled, hands twitching, desperate to latch onto Scott's hair, but he remembered their deal, and a part of him wanted this.

"I hear you." Scott said in a bored manor, gently cupping his own cock. He grit his teeth to suppress his groan, this wasn't about him and he wasn't going to lose. He placed a kiss at the base of Afton's cock.

"Oh god! Oh... my god." Afton groaned, his hips giving an involuntary buck. Scott satiated him by dragging his tongue up the length of his shaft, teasing the tip past his lips, tasting the salty pre.

"Oh, Afton, love..." Scott mumbled, looking back into Afton's eyes with a mock look of disappointment. "Look how messy you are. Already leaking for me like a little slut. Such a whore, trained to get all worked up just by my tongue alone."

He watched the shock bloom across Afton's features, which quickly morphed into agonizing pleasure. His eyes were watering and his cheeks were flushed.

"Just fucking touch me already, Scotty!" Afton sobbed, his voice cracking as he whined.

Scott grinned to himself, looking back down at Afton's need and shaking his head. "Fucking bitch." He muttered, stooping down again and this time, opening his mouth around Afton's cock. He was pretty big, but nothing Scott wasn't used to. He pressed his tongue flat against Afton's sensitive tip the minute it had passed his lips. Afton's hips bucked upwards again, catching Scott off guard, who jerked up and glared down at Afton. "Watch it." He growled, feeling a sense of control and dominance washing over him. Watching someone as powerful as William Afton whimper and keen to his touch, was something that was really starting to get to his head.

"I need it! I need you, your mouth, please!" Afton begged, his voice was something to cry over. It was thick and heavy and it would crack, pitching upwards when he would whine. He sounded like a little bitch unable to control his voice. Scott thirsted for it. He gave his own dick another squeeze, letting out a purposely vocal moan.

"Oh, Afton! Aghh..." he panted, taking this moment to really allow himself to deliver his own pleasure. "Ohh mmM!" He moaned, throwing his head back and staring at the dark ceiling, imagining his hand was Afton's. But he wasn't weak, he had something else to finish. Bending over again, he took the entirety of Afton into his mouth, feeling him down his throat. Afton gasped, and his hand flew to Scott's head. He lost.

Scott wrapped his tongue around Afton as he moved his head slowly, up, down, and to the side softly.

"Oh your lips... ohmmm, when you look at me like that- oh, Scotty!" Afton cried, forgetting all about losing and drowning himself in pleasure.

Every time Scott looked up, Afton was staring down at him, one hand in his own hair, the other was in Scott's. His silver eyes were lidded and he looked ready to explode.

"C-Can I- ahhHHh!" He sobbed, throwing his head into the pillow and lifting his back from the bed, wrapping his legs around Scott's upper back and neck, anchoring him to his cock. Scott just nodded, already knowing the question. Afton flooded his mouth within the second. "ScOttY! Oh!" He moaned lustfully, gently thrusting his hips up. Scott made quick work of swallowing, which took a bit of coordination without oxygen, and burst through Afton's legs, sitting up and panting.

"Y-you lost." Was all Scott could mumble, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"Unggg..." Afton groaned, his mind still blank and fuzzy from the shock of his release.

"Ha... you're not a slut... by the way." Scott said, running his hands through his hair and sitting back on his heels.

"Whatever. It sounded nice." Afton grumbled, laying limp on the bed. Scott just smiled breathlessly, pulling the covers up his back from behind him like a cape and then crawling to lay on top of Afton. Their legs tangled together, and Afton finally had the strength to put a hand on the back of Scott's head.