Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Apologies

"Scott come here." Afton commanded. Scott looked up from his work, his glasses slipped down his nose. Afton's voice was thin and he felt his ability to speak speak calmly slipping.

"Why? What's up?" Scott asked instead. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose again, and leaned back in his chair. Afton sat in a chair across from his desk, his face was red and he looked strained. "Everything okay...?" He pressed, closing the lid of his laptop gently.

"If you don't get around this fucking desk in the next five seconds, I will drag you over it." He growled, looking up at Scott with darkened eyes. Scott flushed, Afton's deep voice resonated in his chest.

"Afton, I'm busy... I'm not on break." Scott responded, sticking with being indignant. It was hard to hide his growing excitement. He loved building Afton up; pissing him off until he had no choice but to force him to do what he wanted.

"I don't give a shit, Scott. I need you. Now." He demanded. Scott's heart skipped a beat and his stomach clenched as he rose automatically.

"What do you want?" He asked, standing in front of Afton, his legs almost touching Afton's.

"Kneel down." He said, his breathing had grown heavier and he was staring into his lap, back rigid. Scott did as he was told, slowly sinking to his knees. Arousal was already lapping at his senses as he became level with Afton's now apparent bulge. "Put your hands on my hips."

He was warm through his pants and Scott looked up with innocent eyes, his brain going fuzzy as his pants tightened around the front of his hips.

"Now what?" He asked with an unsteady voice. Afton groaned in irritation and place a jittery hand on the side of Scott's face.

"You know what to do." He growled, pronouncing every syllable in the words very slowly. Scott was immediately intimidated, but was enthralled by the thrill.

He undid his pants slowly, uncoiling the belt from around his waist. He dragged the knuckled of his left finger up the crest of Afton's bulge. Afton arched off the seat, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Scotty, don't play with me." He warned, tightening his grip on his own tie. "Haa..." he whined, grimacing.

Scott shook his head softly. "Be patient, you'll be okay." He chided.

"Scottahh-mmm..."

"Stop whining so much."

"Scott, now" Afton spat, his head had fallen back and his throat was exposed. Scott pictured latching onto it, feeling the warmth through his lips. He squirmed, pressing his thighs together, barely suppressing the urge to grope himself. This wasn't about him. Reaching up, Scott undid the top button of his pants and unzipped them, watching Afton's chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh. "Suck it..." Scott's eyes darted up and immediately made contact with Afton's. He was dead serious.

"What if someone-"

"What? Walks in? Scotty, this is bad enough just- nghh- please." He sounded breathless and Scott knew in the back of his mind that this was just an act Afton was putting on to make Scott pity him, but damn was it working well. Scott readjusted to raise higher onto his knees and reached into Afton's pants. It was warm and hard and Scott bit his lip, his eyes were struggling to stay open. A hand came and cupped his chin, tilting his head up. Afton took Scott's glasses off, tossing them onto the desk and grinned down at him. Scott was incredibly nearsighted and his eyes widened.

"Did you need those off..." He mumbled and Afton only laughed. Scott knew that it was all a play. He didn't mind too much, Afton would never hurt him, he wasn't malicious only obnoxiously horny on occasions.

Afton smiled gently down at Scott. "Yes, they needed to come off, you don't need them to... you know."

"Quit grinning like that, I'm going." Scott whined. Now blind and at the mercy of Afton, his heart began racing. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't get dizzy. He brought Afton's tip to his lips and when he took it in, Afton trapped Scott's hands at his hips.

"Oh that's wonderful..." Afton growled, tightening his grip on Scott's forearms. Scott closed his eyes tighter as he went down on Afton, feeling the pleasurable suffocation. He moaned around Afton's cock, feeling it creeping down his throat. "Keep going, doll... fuck." His voice was deep and strained. And Scott hummed softly, he jerked his arms to touch himself, but Afton didn't let go of his arms. He whined and pulled off, sucking in air. "You're not done yet." Afton snarled.

"I need too-" Scott whined through breaths. His rubbed his thighs together, shifting on his legs. "Let go of me! Please, uhnnn... it hurts!" He cried, arching his back and pressing his chest against the rim of the chair.

"Maybe I'll let you if you can get me off first." Afton bargained, digging his nails into Scott's arms. Scott cried out, and ducked his head. When he picked it up again, he opened his mouth and sank back down over Afton's dick, swallowing hard and listening to Afton groan. Pleasure swelled in Scott's stomach and he thought he would be sick with it. His pant's only felt tighter and rubbing his thighs together wasn't doing anything for stimulation any more.

His head grew just as fuzzy as his vision as his oxygen was cut off. He gave up on trying to pull his hands away and instead grasped onto his hips with desperation. Moaning darkly as he wrapped his arms around Afton's waist, angling himself to go down deeper.

"Ohh... Scotty!" He growled, feral in his excitement. Scott's stomach fluttered and tears slipped down his cheeks. He needed to cum, he was going to cum. His hips bucked futility, and met nothing in resistance. He whined, feeling helpless all over again. He needed air, so he flew off of Afton. The minute air reached his lungs, he came. It ripped from his hips as he cried, sinking down onto the floor, the gross stickiness in his pants pressed against his skin.

"Ahmm..." He whimpered, his head falling down.

"Scotty, did I tell you that you could cum?" Afton scolded.

"I couldn't help it... I-I-I-" He stopped when his stammer began creeping up on him.

"Well I haven't finished yet." Afton said, slinking off of the chair and lowering onto his knees in front of Scott. "And unfortunately, I was really looking forward to that." He pushed Scott's hair off his forehead and tilted his head back, faces mere inches apart. A soft moan slipped past Scott's lips as he braced his hands on Afton's chest. "So you're going to finish me, okay?" He whispered, their noses touching.

"Okay." Scott whispered back, tilting his head to press his lips against Afton's, grinning into the kiss. He slowly pushed Afton back until he was against the chair. Scott wriggled out of his pants and threw them, albeit a little less than gracefully, over to the side of the office. He straddled Afton's hips and lowered himself onto his already leaking dick. "Ohhh..." he sighed softly, hitting Afton fully inside of him, still lubed with saliva and pre.

"Fuck, Scott... I didn't expect this from you." Afton groaned, impressed. Scott smiled softly and sighed, arching his back as he ground downwards on Afton's hips.

"You feel so good..." Scott whispered, hunching over to press his forehead against Afton's closing his eyes.

"Scotty..." Afton moaned, wrapping his arms around Scott's neck as he climaxed.

Okay consider this an apology I guess for killing Scott. As a PSA for those who didn't read the announcement I posted, that wasn't how Scott dies. I kind of just wrote that for shits and giggles, but Scott does die eventually. Spoiler.