Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

William Afton back at it again

"Oh it just gets better, doesn't it." Scott groaned in Afton's ear, wrapping a hand beneath Afton's chin to angle his head higher up, it forced his groans out in a husky manor. Scott took in a shuddery breath, rocking his hips back against Afton, dragging a hand gently down Afton's back, causing goosebumps. Afton whimpered, arching his back in a deep dip, longing to collapse onto the bed. His cock ached with suppressed release, god Scott was ruthless. Afton felt helpless to his lover's desire and the feeling was delicious. He moaned again, letting himself be vocal as Scott rammed against his prostate. His thighs shook with pleasure and he gasped sharply as he came. It ripped from him in such an unexplainable way, the ache in his muscles seemed to loosen. Scott pulled back, choking Afton's airways first before adjusting to pinch him lightly beneath the jaw, holding his arteries shut. He groaned, rocking himself back against Scott, who welcomed him with a hand wrapped around a muscled thigh. "Fuck yeah, just lean back."

Scott's glasses were on the bedside table, how easy would it be for Afton to just grab them and snap them in two, leaving his precious blind. Oh but he could never do that. Never leave his beautiful completely helpless and dependent until Afton decided to take him to get a new pair. Obviously Scott couldn't drive without them. "Oh Scott... oh it does... it does get better." Afton cried, wanting to sit in Scott's lap and rest his head back on Scott's shoulder. He huffed, never wanting to be anywhere but here. Despite the rolls, Afton had never felt so much control over Scott. Such a pathetic, pitiful man. A sad excuse for a business man, for sure. Afton laughed, a mix between ecstasy and narcissism. It was a lustful, choked giggle. He knew it turned Scott on and fuck how he loved to mess with him. He wondered why Scott didn't have sex with his glasses, it was ever so precious to see them fog up the more flustered he would get. But something about Scott's face changed when he didn't have his glasses on. He looked darker, more brooding. Maybe handsome if Afton could give up a little bit of his own ego to admit.

Another ram from Scott's hips and all thoughts were subsequently cleared from Afton's mind, replaced with nothing but pleasure. Oh his young little lover and what he did for him. He rolled his eyes and bit on his lip, riding it out. He enjoyed every second, the way his stomach would clench and his fingers went numb from clutching the sheets for too long. Now, if Scott were as big as he was, it might have been a more difficult situation for Afton to get over, but thankfully, that was not the case. Close, yes, but no dice.

"Fuck, Scott... Ohhhh fuck-" Afton moaned, slowly losing himself to the suffocating pleasure. His arms felt weak and then he felt Scott's warmth grow closer as the man hunched over his back, teeth latching on to his shoulder. Afton gasped, eyes widened and he came again. Oh it just keeps getting better.