Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Springtrap (again)

It's time. While listening to Tchaikovsky-1812 overture, I bring to all of your eyes, another Springtrap and Scott Callahan. May Scott's soul Rest In Peace.

Scott walked into his house, the door was already ajar, the frame was ripped from where the deadbolt had been shoved through. The door was still locked. Just open. His footsteps felt so loud and echoed off the close walls of the living room. His house was dark and the full moon couldn't get through any of the windows as they were all closed. He knew Afton was already inside and his heart was slamming. Excitement burned in his stomach at the intrigue of the chase. He absent mindedly palmed the bulge growing in his tightening pants. He gnawed on his lip, he didn't see Afton anywhere. He entered the main room of the house and saw him then. Sitting on the couch, his legs spread and his head lolled slightly to the side as if he had been expecting Scott perfectly at that moment.

"Hello there, dearest." He seemed irritated and Scott shuffled nervously in front of him, his thighs sealed tightly together as he gripped his hands tightly in front of him.

"Hello, hello..." Scott mumbled, not able to look at him. He didn't even realize his stammer. He felt his knees growing weaker as his mouth salivated. He needed Afton so badly, he craved the feeling of being completely stuffed when he was here.

"I didn't know you would be out today, you didn't tell me." He growled and shifted on the couch, tapping his thigh with a hand. Scott edged closer, a soft whine curling from his throat as he placed a hand against Afton's chest. Afton sneered and pulled Scott on top of him with an impatient hand. Scott moaned loudly and tucked his head under Afton's, grinding against his hips. Afton laughed darkly and groped his ass harshly. "Look at you, my little slut. Already so desperate." Afton articulated, bouncing his knees underneath Scott. "Imagine my fear, when you were gone. How selfish." Afton growled in his ear, wrapping his arms tighter around Scott, feeling the soft man all but crush underneath him.

"I'm so-sorry... pl-please-" Scott begged arching his back and pressing his stomach into Afton's, letting out a breathless cry. His erection hurt from being trapped against his body like this, and he thought he might die if Afton didn't touch him.

"I think you need some structured punishment, my little bunny. I can't keep letting you get away with these things. You're supposed to stay here and wait for me." Afton said, pulling a limp Scott easily from his lap and watched the man squirm and cry. He put him on the couch, pressing his back into the cushions.

"Ohh! Mmm..." Scott moaned, closing his eyes and spreading his legs, grimacing slightly. "Touch me-" He begged, putting his arms above his head in submission. There came a rumble from Afton's chest and Scott squinted, looking at the large robot. Afton took off the piece of his suit that hid his ghostly cock and it was on the floor in a sticky pool. Afton's head was thrown back as he feverishly jerked off to the sight of Scott alone.

"It's so hard to be mad at you, you know. Not when you act like such a dirty whore..." Afton mumbled through grunts. He sighed softly and slammed one hand down by Scott's head, causing him to flinch. His other hand cupped underneath Scott's head, his forearm resting on the couch. Scott squeezed his eyes shut, nearly screaming in pleasure as Afton ground against his clothed ass, merely teasing, but causing Scott to feel overstimulated immediately. Since he had become Afton's little cum dump, he's felt pleasure in places he never imagined he would. Any time Afton even looked at him, he became hard. He whimpered, reaching up and gripping onto Afton's rabbit ears.

"Harder! Harder, please! Ohh go-ddd..." Scott moaned, his eyes fluttered as he rolled them back. He bucked his hips as a reflex, but he felt himself caving, his hips felt like they were filled with pressure. He felt like his dick would explode if he couldn't cum soon. "Pleeease... ngh, I'm going to fuck-fucking-" He stammered pitifully, but he couldn't finish his sentence. Afton just chuckled and pulled away, breathless and still hard. He pulled off Scott's pants and threw them to the floor, immediately taking to admiring Scott's soft body. A string of drool leaked from his maw. Scott huffed and shoved his head into the cushions.