“That’s what I like to hear.” His hand moved down from your cheek, lightly grabbing your throat. You felt your whole body heat up upon hearing this. You arched yourself towards the towering animatronic. “That feel good?” You couldn’t find yourself to speak, only able to nod your head, your throat still in Freddy’s clutch. He pushed you backwards, your ass hitting the edge of his vanity. With his free hand Freddy wasted no time in running his fingers up the inside of your thighs, barely touching you. Your skin crawled where his fingers traced over your pants. You ached inside, yearning for his touch through your clothes.
“Please…” You muttered out, your eyes beginning to roll slightly back into your head. You bucked your hips against his hand. He suddenly pulled away, leaving you whining at the absence of his touch.
“Please what Y/N?” He asked you, slightly tightening his grip on your neck. You mewled in pleasure at this.
“Please..” You began, “..don’t stop touching me. I need more.” You stuttered out, your cheeks immediately flushing. A low chuckle emitted from Freddy, his hand taking it’s place inside of your thighs once again.
