(𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻) //🆃🅷🅴 🅺🅸🅻🅻🅸🅽🅶 🅲🆄🆁🆂🅴//

(cannon) //𝓘'𝓶 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 - 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽// (New Version)

//chapter 10//

Tw: Smut, cussing

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The moment was electric, your hearts racing in time with the pounding bass of your shared desire. The cool grass underneath us felt like a cushion for your newfound love, a secret whispered only to the stars above. Monty's strong arms around you, the warmth of his embrace, and the taste of his lips—it was all too much to resist. When he suggested you both go to his room, you nodded eagerly, your heart fluttering like a trapped butterfly in your chest.

"Come on, let's go," he urged, his grip on your hand firm and reassuring as he led you back into the Pizza Plex. The corridors felt eerily empty at this hour, the only sound our footsteps echoing in the quiet night. His room was a sanctuary of rock and roll posters, a stark contrast to the gleaming chrome and plastic of the arcade. The door closed behind us, and we were in our own little world.

Once the door to Monty's room was closed, the dam of restraint burst open. You found yourself pressed against the wall, Monty's body a warm, insistent presence as his lips claimed yours in a kiss that sent shockwaves through your entire being. His tongue danced with yours, exploring the depths of your mouth with a passion that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched.

Gasping for air, you pulled away from the kiss, looking up into Monty's fiery red eyes, now illuminated by the neon glow of the posters on his wall. Your own eyes searched his, seeking confirmation of what was happening between you.

"I need you," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "I need you, all of you."

Your eyes widened at his confession, but instead of fear, excitement bubbled up inside you. You leaned in, capturing his lips once more, letting your own hands explore the contours of his powerful frame. The kiss grew more intense, tongues tangling together in a dance of passion and desire.

The room was a whirlwind of passion as you both stumbled over to Monty's unmade bed, a sea of black satin sheets that seemed to invite you into its embrace. You didn't break the kiss, Monty's hands fumbling with the zipper of your uniform while yours traced the outline of his leather jacket. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of your combined desire mingling with the faint smell of machine oil and grease—a reminder of the animatronic world you both inhabited.

With a growl, Monty pulled you closer, his hands moving from your shoulders to the hem of your shirt. He began to lift it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over your head. His eyes roved over your bare torso with hunger, taking in every inch of your skin.

You moaned softly as Monty's teeth grazed your collarbone, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. His hands slid down to the button of your pants, flicking it open with a deft twist of his wrist. The fabric of your pants whispered as they slid down your legs, leaving you in just your boxers.

He stepped back for a moment, his gaze raking over you with unbridled lust. His studded leather jacket hit the floor with a satisfying thud, revealing the muscular physique beneath. He reached for your waist, pulling you closer again, his tongue delving back into your mouth with a fervor that left you weak in the knees.

As you kissed, Monty's clawed hands roamed over your body, the cool metal of his fingertips sending thrills of pleasure through your skin. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your boxers, pulling them down with a smooth, practiced motion. His eyes never left yours as he revealed your erection, a silent declaration of his intent.

You stepped out of your boxers, feeling the cool air kiss your skin. You reached for Monty's belt, pulling it free with trembling hands. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room as you pushed his pants and boxers down, revealing his own arousal. His skin was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body.