Maybe it gets better (I could wait it would be my pleasure) Pt. 3
Author’s Note and CW’s under cut :3
Author’s Note: Hey… At least this time it was only a year!! Next chapter will be woooorl building, probably no more than 5k words. This is just pure, feel good smut >:3 Hetero/derogatory (/j) Any and all questions and comments are responded too!! I’ve left you guys hungry for too long!!
Content Warning (s): NSFW Content, female reader and anatomy, pet names galore, tinge of obsessiveness, undertones of objectifications, threesome!!
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“Me and Foxy made sure Freddy would be on his best behavior today.” Ballora said conversationally as she leisurely led you across the office towards the Funtime auditorium.
”I know he may have come off strong on your last visit- and I do apologize for that- but he really does mean well.” You nodded along to her words, your mind running on autopilot as you let her guide you.
”Mmm, I like Freddy. And Bon-Bon…” Your woozy tone made Ballora pause in front of the door of the auditorium, she took a moment to face you.
”Oh my, I didn’t mess you up too bad, did I?” Ballora worried, the way her fingers smoothed over your skin feverishly checking for the cause of your loopy demeanor made you let out a laugh.
“She must think she bit a chunk out of me accidentally and I’m bleeding out” You deduced.
“I’m fine Ballora! I just got a little sleepy, I’m all energized now, see” You gave your body a quick shake to show her you were still operational.
”Are you sure? You’re not lightheaded are you? The medical supplies are in the kitchen- Oh my… I knew I should have restrained myself more-“
”Ballora!” Your stern tone seemed to snap her away from her thoughts, “Really! I’m all fine, 100% no injuries.” Ballora’s face scrunched up, dragging her hands across your ear and neck to double check the validity of your statement.
“And you’d tell me if you were hurt?” She stressed, letting you guide her hands away from their antsy movements.
”Of course” Physical reassurance seemed to be the best way to calm Ballora down so you saw no harm in pressing a kiss on each of her palms. Ballora’s face plates shifted to dispel the last of her anxiety and her fingers curled around yours before she nodded to herself.
“Right, Okay…” Ballora breathed out. “Well, regardless Foxy and I decided that the most reliable way of ensuring no accidental injuries occur is if you stay with either of us at all times.”
“Learning from our prior mistakes, we’ll also be implementing a sort of buddy system so Baby is a safe distance away from you. Right now, Foxy should be about done…”
Ballora pushed the door to the Funtime Auditorium open, keeping the steadfast grip on your left hand. Ever the protector, she stepped in front of you to scout for any potential danger (how effectively she could analyze the danger without any eyesight, you guessed, limited her earnest attempt).
”Jeez Ballora, you sure took your sweet time.” Foxy’s distinct staticky voice was easily recognizable. Unable to suppress your excitement, you eagerly stepped out from behind Ballora to locate him.
Sitting on the edge of his stage with all the natural charm in the world was Foxy, a contrastingly agitated Freddy perched just beside him. Twin smiles spread across their faces, and suddenly you’re reminded that they were, in fact, created as a pair.
”Everything went as planned?” Ballora asked, keeping a calculated pace as she approached the two.
”As perfect as we could hope, seems like the controlled shocks finally fried her circuits into being at least a little more subdued.” Foxy joked, but judging from Ballora and Freddy’s grimace it fell flat. Controlled shocks? You had a question on the tip of your tongue until Bon-Bon beat you to speaking,
”Hi Y/N! We missed you!” A blush spread across your cheeks at the sweet words, Bon-Bon held your gaze until it was led away by Freddy’s face lighting up. You let go of Ballora’s hand to properly greet the two animatronics, despite your better judgment you went to give the first hug to Freddy.
Standing on your tippy toes barely made you tall enough to wrap your hands around his hulking figure, with your fingertips barely meeting around his torso you squeezed harder than you normally would. The reaction you were hoping for was near immediate; Freddy’s hands clamped around you forcefully and you were almost lifted straight upwards.
He was, to your surprise, actually holding back. The bruises of the first hug he’d given you barely having healed for tonight, at the time they’d worried you but having them as a recurring reminder of last week's endeavors make your core tighten even now.
“Hi! I’m happy to be back!” You said, voice muffled from the smothering you were receiving. Bon-Bon’s small, furry paws multitasked as one focused on giving reassuring pats to your cheek while the other pushed against Freddy’s lower jaw to remind him to release you.
”Need I remind you that you have other’s to greet, doll?” Foxy piped up. His tone edging on annoyed and jealous at your prolonged hug with Freddy.
“Ha-ha, Y/N likes me more than yo-ou! Ballora you s-s-should see the look on his face!” Freddy squawked at a concerningly loud volume. After a bit of pushing on your end, Freddy eventually got the memo to let you go.
”Well I can’t really see much of anything Freddy, but I’d say if Y/N had favorites it most definitely wouldn’t be either of you guys” Ballora good naturedly joked back, your first instinct was to look back and put in your two cents but as soon as you managed to sit up Foxy promptly scooped you into his lap.
”Putting words into Y/N’s mouth, both of you should be ashamed! But of course, the star of the show would be the beautiful girl’s favorite.” The irony of Foxy chastising his friends for talking for you while himself doing the same wasn’t lost on you. You allowed yourself to be arranged in Foxy’s lap regardless,
”I love all of you guys, so no favorites” You cheekily responded, playing ever the perfect part of a pampered princess as you folded your hands on top of each other primly on your lap. Freddy scooted closer to where you were enveloped up with Foxy, picking up your feet with his free hand to place on his own lap.
”Mmmmm, I bet we can change that~” Foxy hummed as he minutely tightened his grip on you.
“Restrain, Foxy” Ballora reminded him in a playful tone.
”Yeah, yeah- Don’t you have a certain sour-faced clown to keep busy?” Foxy huffed back, rubbing a blush-marked cheek into your hair, “I kept up my end of the bargain, even when you went past your designated time slot”
“Fine, I know when I’m being shooed away.” Ballora responded in a neutral tone, she eased down to your level before pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose then squarely on your lips. ”Keep her safe and comfortable okay? Nothing too crazy!”
”What do you take me for Ballora? I at least know how to play nice.” A pleased smile stretched over Ballora’s face at Foxy’s declaration, she too gave him a chaste peck on the freckles of his snout.
“I-I know how to pl-ay nice too!” Freddy butted in, feeling a bit left out until Ballora leaned over to finish the set of goodbye kisses with one on his cheek. Ballora begrudgingly stepped away from the group,
”I’ll be back!” She declared with finality, twirling away towards the back door of the auditorium. The ache of not wanting her to leave filled your chest, even if she only did so to keep you safe a part of you yearned to be able to spend more than 5 minutes with all 3 of the animatronics.
Your thoughts were jumbled slightly as Freddy absentmindedly messed with the scrunched up fabric of your socks. He seemed to be content with doing only that, and you were happy to soak up the attention.
”Soooooooo,Y/N?” Bon-Bon sing songed as he shifted into your view, “How was your time above ground?” The cute attempt at conversation warmed your heart,
”Same stuff as always unfortunately: wake up, go to work, go home and sleep, rinse and repeat.” You said in a joking tone, hoping your gripes were taken light heartedly. You reached a hand up to cup Bon-Bon’s face, petting him with smooth passes of your thumb.
”Sounds sucky! I wish you could spend all day with us! That’d be so cool!” Bon-Bon giggled and looked at you with shining eyes, tiny paws petting your hand back. You appreciated the amicable sentiment of his words, though his wide smile did remind you of a question you had queued up at the back of your mind.
”Bon-Bon? Do you like- Err well- Are you okay with being around while me and Freddy… do things?”
”Do things?” Bon-Bon asked with an adorably confused expression, and suddenly you wanted to swallow your question back up. “Oh like sex? I don’t mind! I can feel a sort of watered down amount of Freddy’s emotions so whatever makes him happy, makes me happy! Plus! I like you, I want Freddy to be nice to you!”
”Bon-Bon’s a spry little fella, he can detach from Freddy if he ever wanted to leave anyways.” Foxy piped up reassuringly, tracing the length of your arms with his hand to gently lead your fingers away from Bon-Bon.
“Yeah look-it” Bon-Bon gave a small bounce, where in with a quick click he detached from Freddy’s wrist and jumped what had to be a couple inches up before landing smoothly back on said wrist.
Your gasp of awe sounded across the room, despite being currently fondled by two state-of-the-art sentient robots the small flex of technical power still dumbfounded you. You grinned eagerly, matching Bon-Bon’s happy look.
”Couldn’t k-keep him a-around if I tried, '' Freddy muttered, finally looking up from his task of turning your cutely slouched socks into tight crew socks that would make your grandpa proud with how tall they were.
”Don’t let him fool you doll, when you’re not here Bon-Bon has quite the habit of coincidentally going ‘missing’ “ Foxy said, threading your fingers together and placing them back on your lap. And just like that, a switch turned the atmosphere in the room heated.
”I like exploring.” Bon-Bon explained with a cute shrug. The three of you fell into a comfortable silence, Foxy happy to hold you and Freddy happy with just being in your presence.
”So… Did you and Ballora have fun?” Foxy prompted, intense yellow eyes staring into yours- obviously wanted to pry into what kept the two of you away from him for so long. You were the first look away, feeling too exposed in your current position to play any more mind games, instead you diverted your gaze to his flashy pink bow tie;
“Uh, yeah? We-“ A familiar big, cold hand creeped up your skirt. “We did some- things.” You hoped your insinuation of sexual activities was enough to save you from having to spell it out. Freddy made quick work of you underwear, finger hooking just above the crotch of your panties and pulling them down in one movement.
Foxy made a noncommittal hum, eyes finally tearing away from you to focus back on Freddy.
”I ca-n’t see a-anything” Freddy huffed annoyedly, he brought Bon-Bon closer to your skirt in order to hike it further up but was quickly stopped by Foxy’s words.
”Leave it down” The order was clear, while Foxy’s clipped tone made you freeze up. Freddy put on an exaggerated pout.
”But the-en I can’t-“
“Remember when I told you you needed to learn a little patience? Sex is a lot more enjoyable when you take your time.” Foxy instructed, tucking you snug against his chest. Tense silence spread out as what you had to guess was a semi-serious power struggle, fit with a staredown that made your metaphorical hackles stand.
”F-Fine! Then what a-m I supposed to do genius?” Came Freddy’s petulant response,
”Let your other senses take control, take your time and feel around to your heart's content.” Foxy’s hands held your hips steady, your skin was practically crawling with anticipation by the time Freddy eased his fingers back up your inner thigh.
You helpfully parted your legs wider to accommodate his large hand, being mindful to stifle a squeak when he finally made it to your labia. Thick, cold fingers gracelessly slid across your core; Bumping around in an attempt to understand what Foxy was preaching about.
”What do you feel?” The question was simple, obviously aimed at Freddy to guide him further.
”She’s we-et, like comically s-soaked,” Freddy jived meanspiritedly. “A-nd twitching like crazy.” The strongly worded retort you were brewing up in your brain was prematurely silenced as Freddy pinched your clit with just a little too much force. A moan that sounded vaguely like “fuckyoufreddy” tumbled past your lips instead.
Foxy gave your hip a small pat, gripping just a little harder as you tried to wiggle away from Freddy’s hand. You whimpered ever so slightly, continually trying to remind yourself to stay calm only to have Freddy interrupt whatever breathing exercise you were trying to complete.
”You’re teasing, Freddy” Despite Foxy’s chiding tone you can still decode the underlying pride in his words, Freddy’s now more self-assured digits made pointed circles. His quick, firm motions from just above your entrance then back up to your clit had you mewling uncontrollably.
“Every time I focus-s on her clit she dr-ips! It’s pa-athetically cute~” Freddy exclaimed. On top of the the unbecoming noises that were continually forced out of you, now you were making a mess of yourself- not to mention the floor. Your focus jumped dizzyingly fast between a futile attempt to stop the dripping sensation down your thigh and an equally as futile try to quiet yourself down. You experimentally nuzzled against Foxy’s pink shoulder panel, the cold metal distracting you just enough to calm your senses.
”Okay, enough of that, keep things moving Freddy.”
”Y-You said ta-take your time-“
”You have to take into account Y/N’s stamina, it’s good that you’re enjoying the foreplay but you have to also know when to move forward.” Foxy said evenly, hiking you up further so Freddy’s stalled fingers pressed against your entrance.
”And ho-ow am I supposed to know that?” Freddy asked, a thread away from a whine.
”Because I just told you- Listen we can talk later, it’s rude to leave a lady waiting.” You could practically hear Freddy rolling his eyes, Freddy squeezed his finger into you, the odd angle causing more resistance than pleasure. Your breath hitched, an uncomfortable whine spilling past your lips and then you were suddenly aware of both of their analytical gazes on you.
“Freddy…” Foxy gritted, finally letting some frustration in the other’s technique slip into his tone. The finger inside of you is crooked awkwardly, before being unceremoniously stirred around; causing you to wince.
”U-Ugh-! Sh-e’s not doing it!” The bear whined, his voice box glitching a bit more violently in his upset. Above you Foxy sighs heavily, thankfully reaching out to firmly grasp Freddy’s wrist before he could bumble about any more and godforbid actually hurt you.
”Y/N’s moans are earned, not given” Foxy mutters, willing himself to stay patient. “Straighten out your finger… then tilt your hand down….” Freddy thankfully follows the instructions,
“Now rock your wrist, gently at first… mmm just like that. Feel how she becomes ever slicker” Foxy keeps a keen eye to make sure Freddy does as he’s told, only then does he release his wrist fully. You clench as the thick digit in you experimentally thrusts in and out, a few motions being enough to make you shiver and make a sweet “oh-!” sound tumble past your lips.
Freddy’s eyes immediately snap to your face, a wide grin spreading across his own. Surprisingly the quick learner, he keeps his pace the same, only now keeping his eyes glued to every twitch of your facial features. You really wished that Foxy had at least hiked up your skirt so you could conceptualize the fire that spread across your lower abdomen. But, weirdly enough, the titillating view of Freddy’s huge wrist squeezed between your shaking thighs wasn’t anything to laugh at either.
Beside you, Foxy laid his cheek on the top of your hair, now sighing in a relieved tone as he nuzzled into you. One of his hands absentmindedly dips under your sweater to pet at the warm expanse of your stomach, causing a sharp whimper from you.
”That feel good princess?” Foxy says lazily, huffing out a throaty laugh when you eagerly nod against him.
”Can I do-o more? I can feel he-r asking for it…” You puff out your cheeks at Freddy’s humiliating tease, but keep any retorts to yourself because, yeah you were dripping like crazy, and maybe, just a little, needing more inside you.
“Go ahead, gently though” The fox adds the last part quickly, knowing he had to choose his words carefully, lest Freddy get over eager again. Another finger is eased beside the first, making your hips twitch at the new stretch. Freddy was a quick learner, much to your dismay, his fingers now moving deeper inside of you but in the correct angle that reached everything they should except-
Foxy wordlessly shifted you lower, strong arms easing you so your lower back was pressed against his thighs and the back of your head propped on his lower abdomen. The rigid plasti-metal that he was made out of made the position uncomfortable but not overly-so. You were about to question Foxy but the firm movement of Freddy’s fingers suddenly grazed a bundle of nerves inside of you that you had forgotten about and your back arched as if you were electrocuted.
”Mm- Ah-!” You moaned openly, and you were sure if Foxy didn’t have an iron hold on your sides you would have slipped off of his smooth thighs. You panted vulgarly as Freddy jabbed at your g-spot with every heavy handed thrust, your voice wavering into near sobs as he zeroed into milking every sound out of you he possibly could. After an agonizing minute of nearly painful zaps of pleasure, Foxy conceded,
”Alright Freddy, let her up” He ordered firmly, Freddy chuckled wildly to himself but eased his movements to be more gentle before pulling out completely. There’s a moment of respite where Foxy uses his thumbs to gently pet at your ribs and lets you catch your breath, Freddy breathing heavily as he stares eagerly at Foxy.
“Wasn’t that electrifying? Being able to feel every reaction you inspire in her eager body” Foxy narrates, looking fondly at your bright red face gulping down greedy breaths of air. He gently, but firmly, rolls you onto your hands and knees so you’re facing his kneeling form.
“It was s-so good Foxy! Fu-uck I bet she feel-s even better when I put my cock in-side he-er…” Freddy grunts, voice low and restless. You squeak at the telltale sound of his crotch panel moving to the side with a hiss. You try to crane your head to look at Freddy, catching the gleeful smile on his face before Foxy tangles his long fingers in your hair and pulls you to look forward again.
”Eyes on me beautiful” Foxy says plainly, but the set in his jaw tells you he’s irked at the fact that Freddy was the one making you moan and not him. Even at his most selfless, the fox was still prone to jealousy. You force your eyes to focus on him, giving him your full attention despite the squirm and wiggle of your hips as Freddy grips you.
You hadn’t even meant to affect him that much, only looking up with the adoration you felt for all the animatronics you felt so dearly about. But that same look made Foxy freeze, face plates shifting as warm air hissed, and even caused a cute wiggle of his ears. He rolled his shoulders, grunting and pushing your face into his lower stomach and petting your hair.
”Little minx-!” He says in a strained voice, static almost jumbling up his words. Behind you, Freddy eagerly pressed the head of his pink silicone cock against you. His first instinct to shove his way inside and fuck with abandon, but he stops himself, instead looking to Foxy for guidance. Foxy tilts his head to the side, pleasantly surprised at his restraint, he smiles indulgently.
”Discipline looks good on, you old friend” Foxy praises, nodding to your still trembling form. “But I think our dame needs to be filled up, go inch by inch. Let her feel everything.” You anxiously shift at the deep cadence his voice took at the end, wrapping your hands around Foxy’s middle but unconsciously canting your hips back in search of friction.
The hem of your skirt is flipped up so your ass is on full display, the chilly room making your skin prickle uncomfortably. That’s all forgotten as Freddy shuffles closer to your thighs, thick cock now pressing incessantly against your entrance making you suck in a sharp breath. A low, breathy mewl escapes you as Freddy rocks his hips with clunky gentleness, earning himself small moans with each drag of his cock.
He takes his time settling inside of you, every new inch of his cock stirring in your heat because of course the one thing he didn’t fight Foxy on would be torturous. Your hips meet the open panel of his crotch and there’s a second where the only noise is you trying to catch your breath. Freddy starts up a pace that’s surprisingly soothing, small movements stretching your walls and making pleasure flood your nervous system like a warm stream of water.
As soon as you start losing yourself to the pleasure, Foxy guides your head back sharply. You yip quietly, rearing back onto the palms of your hands to loosen the sharp pressure.
”You’re positively evil, sounding that delicious and only sharing with Freddy…” Despite the sharp words the noticeable shake in Foxy’s voice showed desperation; obviously frustrated by his self-created cockblock. You make a confused noise but Foxy is already shifting his crotch panel out of the way, his long cock making its reappearance. Oh, and how you missed it.
”If you wanted some help you could have just said somethin’ Foxy” You teased, but eagerly watched as the leaking tip stopped just dangerously close to your lips. You bit your lip, looking up through your eyelashes just to draw out his discomfort a tad more. A sharp shiver tore through you as Freddy upped his pace behind you and Foxy glared half-heartedly down at you, his hand tightening as he beckoned your lips to press against the head of his cock.
You giggled but it was cut off by a hearty moan, Freddy finding how to press against your g-spot with his thrusts. Your tongue darts out to swirl around the leaking head of his dick, bursts of cola flavored lube fill your mouth with the movement. The texture seemed thin, and the flavor being almost candy-like brought a sharp whine to the back of your throat. If it wasn’t for the lust filled eyes staring down at you, you could have fooled yourself into thinking you were sucking a lollipop weirdly enough.
That was until you felt the silicone twitch wildly in your mouth, making you wince but shiver once again. Yet another first time you willingly gave over to Foxy, but this time you couldn’t bring yourself to overthink. You relaxed your jaw as the massive appendage filled your mouth, just shy of grazing your teeth, and bobbed your head rhythmically. If Foxy’s pleased grunt was anything to go by, you were doing just fine.
You didn’t have any secret technique, just sucking as much of the bouncy silicone into your mouth and moaning in time with Freddy’s now firm thrusts. You hit your limit at a pathetic 1/3rd of Foxy’s impressive length before your gag reflex simply could not let anything pass for fear of tossing up your dinner. You eased your weight onto one of your hands and brought the now free one to stroke at the length that couldn’t be seated in your welcoming mouth.
The push and pull between Freddy and Foxy was intoxicating, Foxy thankfully holding back and letting you set the pace while Freddy settled to rutting with such force that made moans rack through your whole body. Your nerves were on fire, having to take needy breaths of air only through your nose.
Freddy was the first to finish, angling his hips upwards to seat himself as deeply as he physically could, warm cum making you give your loudest whimper of the night. Thankfully, Freddy reached under you to roll your clit in quick circles, making an oddly comforting orgasm overtake you. The pressure of your pleasure exploding without overwhelm, letting you still but not drown in your lust.
As soon as its over you feel stunted thrusts in your mouth, urging you to finish what you started. You settle to hollowing your cheeks, one deep swallow against the length that could fit in your mouth and a twist of your hands on what couldn’t, gets Foxy to tip his head back. The heat and friction against his cock makes the lube inside thicken, making you wince as it splashes against the back of your throat.
You ease off, swallowing the sweet cola-flavored lube before licking your lips. A little burst of lube comes out the top of his cock, also now an opaque dark pink instead of the translucent color it was. You huff a small laugh, leaning forward to clean it, and over eagerly lapping at his sensitive urethra. Foxy grunts, disoriented and overstimulated,
”You’re insatiable Y/N…” He says, incredulous but fond all the same. Once Freddy pulls out, you roll onto your back, allowing a pleased smile on your lips as you press your knees together and flip your skirt back down.
“Mmmm… tasted good~” You teased, shrugging your shoulders and Freddy chuckles beside you as he slots in next to you. Both of them reclose their crotch panels and huddle in close. The arm holding Bon-Bon coming into view,
”Okay!” Bon-Bon declares, making you look at him questioningly. “Y/N is staying with us forever! No buts!” You giggle, but nod your head as Bon-Bon moves to hug your face.
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Maybe it gets better (I could wait it would be my pleasure) Pt. 3
Author’s Note and CW’s under cut :3
Author’s Note: Hey… At least this time it was only a year!! Next chapter will be woooorl building, probably no more than 5k words. This is just pure, feel good smut >:3 Hetero/derogatory (/j) Any and all questions and comments are responded too!! I’ve left you guys hungry for too long!!
Content Warning (s): NSFW Content, female reader and anatomy, pet names galore, tinge of obsessiveness, undertones of objectifications, threesome!!
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“Me and Foxy made sure Freddy would be on his best behavior today.” Ballora said conversationally as she leisurely led you across the office towards the Funtime auditorium.
”I know he may have come off strong on your last visit- and I do apologize for that- but he really does mean well.” You nodded along to her words, your mind running on autopilot as you let her guide you.
”Mmm, I like Freddy. And Bon-Bon…” Your woozy tone made Ballora pause in front of the door of the auditorium, she took a moment to face you.
”Oh my, I didn’t mess you up too bad, did I?” Ballora worried, the way her fingers smoothed over your skin feverishly checking for the cause of your loopy demeanor made you let out a laugh.
“She must think she bit a chunk out of me accidentally and I’m bleeding out” You deduced.
“I’m fine Ballora! I just got a little sleepy, I’m all energized now, see” You gave your body a quick shake to show her you were still operational.
”Are you sure? You’re not lightheaded are you? The medical supplies are in the kitchen- Oh my… I knew I should have restrained myself more-“
”Ballora!” Your stern tone seemed to snap her away from her thoughts, “Really! I’m all fine, 100% no injuries.” Ballora’s face scrunched up, dragging her hands across your ear and neck to double check the validity of your statement.
“And you’d tell me if you were hurt?” She stressed, letting you guide her hands away from their antsy movements.
”Of course” Physical reassurance seemed to be the best way to calm Ballora down so you saw no harm in pressing a kiss on each of her palms. Ballora’s face plates shifted to dispel the last of her anxiety and her fingers curled around yours before she nodded to herself.
“Right, Okay…” Ballora breathed out. “Well, regardless Foxy and I decided that the most reliable way of ensuring no accidental injuries occur is if you stay with either of us at all times.”
“Learning from our prior mistakes, we’ll also be implementing a sort of buddy system so Baby is a safe distance away from you. Right now, Foxy should be about done…”
Ballora pushed the door to the Funtime Auditorium open, keeping the steadfast grip on your left hand. Ever the protector, she stepped in front of you to scout for any potential danger (how effectively she could analyze the danger without any eyesight, you guessed, limited her earnest attempt).
”Jeez Ballora, you sure took your sweet time.” Foxy’s distinct staticky voice was easily recognizable. Unable to suppress your excitement, you eagerly stepped out from behind Ballora to locate him.
Sitting on the edge of his stage with all the natural charm in the world was Foxy, a contrastingly agitated Freddy perched just beside him. Twin smiles spread across their faces, and suddenly you’re reminded that they were, in fact, created as a pair.
”Everything went as planned?” Ballora asked, keeping a calculated pace as she approached the two.
”As perfect as we could hope, seems like the controlled shocks finally fried her circuits into being at least a little more subdued.” Foxy joked, but judging from Ballora and Freddy’s grimace it fell flat. Controlled shocks? You had a question on the tip of your tongue until Bon-Bon beat you to speaking,
”Hi Y/N! We missed you!” A blush spread across your cheeks at the sweet words, Bon-Bon held your gaze until it was led away by Freddy’s face lighting up. You let go of Ballora’s hand to properly greet the two animatronics, despite your better judgment you went to give the first hug to Freddy.
Standing on your tippy toes barely made you tall enough to wrap your hands around his hulking figure, with your fingertips barely meeting around his torso you squeezed harder than you normally would. The reaction you were hoping for was near immediate; Freddy’s hands clamped around you forcefully and you were almost lifted straight upwards.
He was, to your surprise, actually holding back. The bruises of the first hug he’d given you barely having healed for tonight, at the time they’d worried you but having them as a recurring reminder of last week's endeavors make your core tighten even now.
“Hi! I’m happy to be back!” You said, voice muffled from the smothering you were receiving. Bon-Bon’s small, furry paws multitasked as one focused on giving reassuring pats to your cheek while the other pushed against Freddy’s lower jaw to remind him to release you.
”Need I remind you that you have other’s to greet, doll?” Foxy piped up. His tone edging on annoyed and jealous at your prolonged hug with Freddy.
“Ha-ha, Y/N likes me more than yo-ou! Ballora you s-s-should see the look on his face!” Freddy squawked at a concerningly loud volume. After a bit of pushing on your end, Freddy eventually got the memo to let you go.
”Well I can’t really see much of anything Freddy, but I’d say if Y/N had favorites it most definitely wouldn’t be either of you guys” Ballora good naturedly joked back, your first instinct was to look back and put in your two cents but as soon as you managed to sit up Foxy promptly scooped you into his lap.
”Putting words into Y/N’s mouth, both of you should be ashamed! But of course, the star of the show would be the beautiful girl’s favorite.” The irony of Foxy chastising his friends for talking for you while himself doing the same wasn’t lost on you. You allowed yourself to be arranged in Foxy’s lap regardless,
”I love all of you guys, so no favorites” You cheekily responded, playing ever the perfect part of a pampered princess as you folded your hands on top of each other primly on your lap. Freddy scooted closer to where you were enveloped up with Foxy, picking up your feet with his free hand to place on his own lap.
”Mmmmm, I bet we can change that~” Foxy hummed as he minutely tightened his grip on you.
“Restrain, Foxy” Ballora reminded him in a playful tone.
”Yeah, yeah- Don’t you have a certain sour-faced clown to keep busy?” Foxy huffed back, rubbing a blush-marked cheek into your hair, “I kept up my end of the bargain, even when you went past your designated time slot”
“Fine, I know when I’m being shooed away.” Ballora responded in a neutral tone, she eased down to your level before pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose then squarely on your lips. ”Keep her safe and comfortable okay? Nothing too crazy!”
”What do you take me for Ballora? I at least know how to play nice.” A pleased smile stretched over Ballora’s face at Foxy’s declaration, she too gave him a chaste peck on the freckles of his snout.
“I-I know how to pl-ay nice too!” Freddy butted in, feeling a bit left out until Ballora leaned over to finish the set of goodbye kisses with one on his cheek. Ballora begrudgingly stepped away from the group,
”I’ll be back!” She declared with finality, twirling away towards the back door of the auditorium. The ache of not wanting her to leave filled your chest, even if she only did so to keep you safe a part of you yearned to be able to spend more than 5 minutes with all 3 of the animatronics.
Your thoughts were jumbled slightly as Freddy absentmindedly messed with the scrunched up fabric of your socks. He seemed to be content with doing only that, and you were happy to soak up the attention.
”Soooooooo,Y/N?” Bon-Bon sing songed as he shifted into your view, “How was your time above ground?” The cute attempt at conversation warmed your heart,
”Same stuff as always unfortunately: wake up, go to work, go home and sleep, rinse and repeat.” You said in a joking tone, hoping your gripes were taken light heartedly. You reached a hand up to cup Bon-Bon’s face, petting him with smooth passes of your thumb.
”Sounds sucky! I wish you could spend all day with us! That’d be so cool!” Bon-Bon giggled and looked at you with shining eyes, tiny paws petting your hand back. You appreciated the amicable sentiment of his words, though his wide smile did remind you of a question you had queued up at the back of your mind.
”Bon-Bon? Do you like- Err well- Are you okay with being around while me and Freddy… do things?”
”Do things?” Bon-Bon asked with an adorably confused expression, and suddenly you wanted to swallow your question back up. “Oh like sex? I don’t mind! I can feel a sort of watered down amount of Freddy’s emotions so whatever makes him happy, makes me happy! Plus! I like you, I want Freddy to be nice to you!”
”Bon-Bon’s a spry little fella, he can detach from Freddy if he ever wanted to leave anyways.” Foxy piped up reassuringly, tracing the length of your arms with his hand to gently lead your fingers away from Bon-Bon.
“Yeah look-it” Bon-Bon gave a small bounce, where in with a quick click he detached from Freddy’s wrist and jumped what had to be a couple inches up before landing smoothly back on said wrist.
Your gasp of awe sounded across the room, despite being currently fondled by two state-of-the-art sentient robots the small flex of technical power still dumbfounded you. You grinned eagerly, matching Bon-Bon’s happy look.
”Couldn’t k-keep him a-around if I tried, '' Freddy muttered, finally looking up from his task of turning your cutely slouched socks into tight crew socks that would make your grandpa proud with how tall they were.
”Don’t let him fool you doll, when you’re not here Bon-Bon has quite the habit of coincidentally going ‘missing’ “ Foxy said, threading your fingers together and placing them back on your lap. And just like that, a switch turned the atmosphere in the room heated.
”I like exploring.” Bon-Bon explained with a cute shrug. The three of you fell into a comfortable silence, Foxy happy to hold you and Freddy happy with just being in your presence.
”So… Did you and Ballora have fun?” Foxy prompted, intense yellow eyes staring into yours- obviously wanted to pry into what kept the two of you away from him for so long. You were the first look away, feeling too exposed in your current position to play any more mind games, instead you diverted your gaze to his flashy pink bow tie;
“Uh, yeah? We-“ A familiar big, cold hand creeped up your skirt. “We did some- things.” You hoped your insinuation of sexual activities was enough to save you from having to spell it out. Freddy made quick work of you underwear, finger hooking just above the crotch of your panties and pulling them down in one movement.
Foxy made a noncommittal hum, eyes finally tearing away from you to focus back on Freddy.
”I ca-n’t see a-anything” Freddy huffed annoyedly, he brought Bon-Bon closer to your skirt in order to hike it further up but was quickly stopped by Foxy’s words.
”Leave it down” The order was clear, while Foxy’s clipped tone made you freeze up. Freddy put on an exaggerated pout.
”But the-en I can’t-“
“Remember when I told you you needed to learn a little patience? Sex is a lot more enjoyable when you take your time.” Foxy instructed, tucking you snug against his chest. Tense silence spread out as what you had to guess was a semi-serious power struggle, fit with a staredown that made your metaphorical hackles stand.
”F-Fine! Then what a-m I supposed to do genius?” Came Freddy’s petulant response,
”Let your other senses take control, take your time and feel around to your heart's content.” Foxy’s hands held your hips steady, your skin was practically crawling with anticipation by the time Freddy eased his fingers back up your inner thigh.
You helpfully parted your legs wider to accommodate his large hand, being mindful to stifle a squeak when he finally made it to your labia. Thick, cold fingers gracelessly slid across your core; Bumping around in an attempt to understand what Foxy was preaching about.
”What do you feel?” The question was simple, obviously aimed at Freddy to guide him further.
”She’s we-et, like comically s-soaked,” Freddy jived meanspiritedly. “A-nd twitching like crazy.” The strongly worded retort you were brewing up in your brain was prematurely silenced as Freddy pinched your clit with just a little too much force. A moan that sounded vaguely like “fuckyoufreddy” tumbled past your lips instead.
Foxy gave your hip a small pat, gripping just a little harder as you tried to wiggle away from Freddy’s hand. You whimpered ever so slightly, continually trying to remind yourself to stay calm only to have Freddy interrupt whatever breathing exercise you were trying to complete.
”You’re teasing, Freddy” Despite Foxy’s chiding tone you can still decode the underlying pride in his words, Freddy’s now more self-assured digits made pointed circles. His quick, firm motions from just above your entrance then back up to your clit had you mewling uncontrollably.
“Every time I focus-s on her clit she dr-ips! It’s pa-athetically cute~” Freddy exclaimed. On top of the the unbecoming noises that were continually forced out of you, now you were making a mess of yourself- not to mention the floor. Your focus jumped dizzyingly fast between a futile attempt to stop the dripping sensation down your thigh and an equally as futile try to quiet yourself down. You experimentally nuzzled against Foxy’s pink shoulder panel, the cold metal distracting you just enough to calm your senses.
”Okay, enough of that, keep things moving Freddy.”
”Y-You said ta-take your time-“
”You have to take into account Y/N’s stamina, it’s good that you’re enjoying the foreplay but you have to also know when to move forward.” Foxy said evenly, hiking you up further so Freddy’s stalled fingers pressed against your entrance.
”And ho-ow am I supposed to know that?” Freddy asked, a thread away from a whine.
”Because I just told you- Listen we can talk later, it’s rude to leave a lady waiting.” You could practically hear Freddy rolling his eyes, Freddy squeezed his finger into you, the odd angle causing more resistance than pleasure. Your breath hitched, an uncomfortable whine spilling past your lips and then you were suddenly aware of both of their analytical gazes on you.
“Freddy…” Foxy gritted, finally letting some frustration in the other’s technique slip into his tone. The finger inside of you is crooked awkwardly, before being unceremoniously stirred around; causing you to wince.
”U-Ugh-! Sh-e’s not doing it!” The bear whined, his voice box glitching a bit more violently in his upset. Above you Foxy sighs heavily, thankfully reaching out to firmly grasp Freddy’s wrist before he could bumble about any more and godforbid actually hurt you.
”Y/N’s moans are earned, not given” Foxy mutters, willing himself to stay patient. “Straighten out your finger… then tilt your hand down….” Freddy thankfully follows the instructions,
“Now rock your wrist, gently at first… mmm just like that. Feel how she becomes ever slicker” Foxy keeps a keen eye to make sure Freddy does as he’s told, only then does he release his wrist fully. You clench as the thick digit in you experimentally thrusts in and out, a few motions being enough to make you shiver and make a sweet “oh-!” sound tumble past your lips.
Freddy’s eyes immediately snap to your face, a wide grin spreading across his own. Surprisingly the quick learner, he keeps his pace the same, only now keeping his eyes glued to every twitch of your facial features. You really wished that Foxy had at least hiked up your skirt so you could conceptualize the fire that spread across your lower abdomen. But, weirdly enough, the titillating view of Freddy’s huge wrist squeezed between your shaking thighs wasn’t anything to laugh at either.
Beside you, Foxy laid his cheek on the top of your hair, now sighing in a relieved tone as he nuzzled into you. One of his hands absentmindedly dips under your sweater to pet at the warm expanse of your stomach, causing a sharp whimper from you.
”That feel good princess?” Foxy says lazily, huffing out a throaty laugh when you eagerly nod against him.
”Can I do-o more? I can feel he-r asking for it…” You puff out your cheeks at Freddy’s humiliating tease, but keep any retorts to yourself because, yeah you were dripping like crazy, and maybe, just a little, needing more inside you.
“Go ahead, gently though” The fox adds the last part quickly, knowing he had to choose his words carefully, lest Freddy get over eager again. Another finger is eased beside the first, making your hips twitch at the new stretch. Freddy was a quick learner, much to your dismay, his fingers now moving deeper inside of you but in the correct angle that reached everything they should except-
Foxy wordlessly shifted you lower, strong arms easing you so your lower back was pressed against his thighs and the back of your head propped on his lower abdomen. The rigid plasti-metal that he was made out of made the position uncomfortable but not overly-so. You were about to question Foxy but the firm movement of Freddy’s fingers suddenly grazed a bundle of nerves inside of you that you had forgotten about and your back arched as if you were electrocuted.
”Mm- Ah-!” You moaned openly, and you were sure if Foxy didn’t have an iron hold on your sides you would have slipped off of his smooth thighs. You panted vulgarly as Freddy jabbed at your g-spot with every heavy handed thrust, your voice wavering into near sobs as he zeroed into milking every sound out of you he possibly could. After an agonizing minute of nearly painful zaps of pleasure, Foxy conceded,
”Alright Freddy, let her up” He ordered firmly, Freddy chuckled wildly to himself but eased his movements to be more gentle before pulling out completely. There’s a moment of respite where Foxy uses his thumbs to gently pet at your ribs and lets you catch your breath, Freddy breathing heavily as he stares eagerly at Foxy.
“Wasn’t that electrifying? Being able to feel every reaction you inspire in her eager body” Foxy narrates, looking fondly at your bright red face gulping down greedy breaths of air. He gently, but firmly, rolls you onto your hands and knees so you’re facing his kneeling form.
“It was s-so good Foxy! Fu-uck I bet she feel-s even better when I put my cock in-side he-er…” Freddy grunts, voice low and restless. You squeak at the telltale sound of his crotch panel moving to the side with a hiss. You try to crane your head to look at Freddy, catching the gleeful smile on his face before Foxy tangles his long fingers in your hair and pulls you to look forward again.
”Eyes on me beautiful” Foxy says plainly, but the set in his jaw tells you he’s irked at the fact that Freddy was the one making you moan and not him. Even at his most selfless, the fox was still prone to jealousy. You force your eyes to focus on him, giving him your full attention despite the squirm and wiggle of your hips as Freddy grips you.
You hadn’t even meant to affect him that much, only looking up with the adoration you felt for all the animatronics you felt so dearly about. But that same look made Foxy freeze, face plates shifting as warm air hissed, and even caused a cute wiggle of his ears. He rolled his shoulders, grunting and pushing your face into his lower stomach and petting your hair.
”Little minx-!” He says in a strained voice, static almost jumbling up his words. Behind you, Freddy eagerly pressed the head of his pink silicone cock against you. His first instinct to shove his way inside and fuck with abandon, but he stops himself, instead looking to Foxy for guidance. Foxy tilts his head to the side, pleasantly surprised at his restraint, he smiles indulgently.
”Discipline looks good on, you old friend” Foxy praises, nodding to your still trembling form. “But I think our dame needs to be filled up, go inch by inch. Let her feel everything.” You anxiously shift at the deep cadence his voice took at the end, wrapping your hands around Foxy’s middle but unconsciously canting your hips back in search of friction.
The hem of your skirt is flipped up so your ass is on full display, the chilly room making your skin prickle uncomfortably. That’s all forgotten as Freddy shuffles closer to your thighs, thick cock now pressing incessantly against your entrance making you suck in a sharp breath. A low, breathy mewl escapes you as Freddy rocks his hips with clunky gentleness, earning himself small moans with each drag of his cock.
He takes his time settling inside of you, every new inch of his cock stirring in your heat because of course the one thing he didn’t fight Foxy on would be torturous. Your hips meet the open panel of his crotch and there’s a second where the only noise is you trying to catch your breath. Freddy starts up a pace that’s surprisingly soothing, small movements stretching your walls and making pleasure flood your nervous system like a warm stream of water.
As soon as you start losing yourself to the pleasure, Foxy guides your head back sharply. You yip quietly, rearing back onto the palms of your hands to loosen the sharp pressure.
”You’re positively evil, sounding that delicious and only sharing with Freddy…” Despite the sharp words the noticeable shake in Foxy’s voice showed desperation; obviously frustrated by his self-created cockblock. You make a confused noise but Foxy is already shifting his crotch panel out of the way, his long cock making its reappearance. Oh, and how you missed it.
”If you wanted some help you could have just said somethin’ Foxy” You teased, but eagerly watched as the leaking tip stopped just dangerously close to your lips. You bit your lip, looking up through your eyelashes just to draw out his discomfort a tad more. A sharp shiver tore through you as Freddy upped his pace behind you and Foxy glared half-heartedly down at you, his hand tightening as he beckoned your lips to press against the head of his cock.
You giggled but it was cut off by a hearty moan, Freddy finding how to press against your g-spot with his thrusts. Your tongue darts out to swirl around the leaking head of his dick, bursts of cola flavored lube fill your mouth with the movement. The texture seemed thin, and the flavor being almost candy-like brought a sharp whine to the back of your throat. If it wasn’t for the lust filled eyes staring down at you, you could have fooled yourself into thinking you were sucking a lollipop weirdly enough.
That was until you felt the silicone twitch wildly in your mouth, making you wince but shiver once again. Yet another first time you willingly gave over to Foxy, but this time you couldn’t bring yourself to overthink. You relaxed your jaw as the massive appendage filled your mouth, just shy of grazing your teeth, and bobbed your head rhythmically. If Foxy’s pleased grunt was anything to go by, you were doing just fine.
You didn’t have any secret technique, just sucking as much of the bouncy silicone into your mouth and moaning in time with Freddy’s now firm thrusts. You hit your limit at a pathetic 1/3rd of Foxy’s impressive length before your gag reflex simply could not let anything pass for fear of tossing up your dinner. You eased your weight onto one of your hands and brought the now free one to stroke at the length that couldn’t be seated in your welcoming mouth.
The push and pull between Freddy and Foxy was intoxicating, Foxy thankfully holding back and letting you set the pace while Freddy settled to rutting with such force that made moans rack through your whole body. Your nerves were on fire, having to take needy breaths of air only through your nose.
Freddy was the first to finish, angling his hips upwards to seat himself as deeply as he physically could, warm cum making you give your loudest whimper of the night. Thankfully, Freddy reached under you to roll your clit in quick circles, making an oddly comforting orgasm overtake you. The pressure of your pleasure exploding without overwhelm, letting you still but not drown in your lust.
As soon as its over you feel stunted thrusts in your mouth, urging you to finish what you started. You settle to hollowing your cheeks, one deep swallow against the length that could fit in your mouth and a twist of your hands on what couldn’t, gets Foxy to tip his head back. The heat and friction against his cock makes the lube inside thicken, making you wince as it splashes against the back of your throat.
You ease off, swallowing the sweet cola-flavored lube before licking your lips. A little burst of lube comes out the top of his cock, also now an opaque dark pink instead of the translucent color it was. You huff a small laugh, leaning forward to clean it, and over eagerly lapping at his sensitive urethra. Foxy grunts, disoriented and overstimulated,
”You’re insatiable Y/N…” He says, incredulous but fond all the same. Once Freddy pulls out, you roll onto your back, allowing a pleased smile on your lips as you press your knees together and flip your skirt back down.
“Mmmm… tasted good~” You teased, shrugging your shoulders and Freddy chuckles beside you as he slots in next to you. Both of them reclose their crotch panels and huddle in close. The arm holding Bon-Bon coming into view,
”Okay!” Bon-Bon declares, making you look at him questioningly. “Y/N is staying with us forever! No buts!” You giggle, but nod your head as Bon-Bon moves to hug your face.
ballora saying foxy wouldnt know foreplay if it hit them in the face was CRAZY 😭
Their beef is unimaginable, they appreciate each other but living with someone underground for as long as they have they’ve come up with insult after insult 😭
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