the anon ask disappeared but <//3 just a lil william afton smut :p enjoy some shitty 12am writing!
cw; nsfw under the cut, age gap, porn w plot, thigh riding, m!receiving blowjob, afab!reader, fem!reader, having a j*b (ew) , mdni!!
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mr. afton was a hardworking man, and you had never doubted that. neither did any other employee at Freddy's, as much of a hellhole as it was. the howling children running about, stage malfunctions, and low pay was never truly appealing to you. but it somehow was to him. hell, he's managed the place for ages, he's definitely used to it by now.
there were other reasons you stuck around, though; reasons that you probably didn't even want to admit to yourself. maybe you liked the part where you secretly stayed overtime because you loved the engineering and cybernetics aspect of the animatronics. you would work on them, personally refurbish them. you were the co-captain of the robotics team in high school (as seen on your resume). this became a secret pleasure, even a habit of yours, after nearly a year of working there. you'd wander often, finding relaxation within the solitude. You had been planning on asking for a promotion sometime soon, following all the hours you had contributed to fixing them up.
to be honest, you were deathly afraid of your boss. asking for a promotion meant having to undergo an encounter in his office exclusively. even the image of him leaning forward in his chair, intertwining his lengthy fingers one at a time, made your stomach flip.
''Hey, lady! Hellooooo?!" the voice nearly makes you jump. you look around, then down at a kid, seemingly around 10 years old, holding a clump of arcade tickets in his left hand. you realize that you had been slouched over the prize counter for the last 20 minutes, utterly lost in thought. you blink.
''Sorry-- how many tickets have you got there?'' you say, attempting to sound at least a tad enthusiastic. the boy hands over the poorly printed tickets, which mr. afton always says the manufacturing company 'absolutely botches'. you take them with a smile as the boy stares up at you dumbfounded, as all children do, and you count them. 2,620. in other words, about 4 straight days of playing. you find yourself wondering why some parents are so aloof as you pull out a crumpled-up sheet of paper in an employee's drawer behind the counter. a visual representation of prizes in accordance with their required ticket count to redeem that you got on your first day.
''You, sir, can get... two pizza pins, a pocket mirror, one silly string, a Foxy the Pirate novelty sports cap--"
"I don't want any of that boring stuff," the boy cuts you off, crossing his arms. You squint at the child, setting the sheet of paper down. Before you can offer any alternatives, a hand comes in contact with your waist, as if almost saving you.
''Y/N, I was talking to Bonnie earlier... he told me he'd trade me his guitar in exchange for some pizza. I took the offer, but I've no idea what to do with this striking new guitar. Will you help me?" mr. afton says with a tilt of his head, giving a small squeeze with the hand resting on your hip. he's holding you in one hand and a realistic-sized, yet plastic electric guitar in the other. you smile in outright relief up at him before turning to the young boy, whose face is already ecstatic.
''Well, I don't know Mr. Afton... we don't have a lot of exciting stuff here at the prize counter. Maybe you could to lend it to us," you reply, playing along and looking back up at your boss. you realize your proximity to him.
"That's a wonderful idea! I've got work to do, but you can enjoy this in the meantime." he hands you the guitar and you set it down on the counter as if it was a pawn shop. the boy below you looks like he may explode if he doesn't ask for it. you laugh softly and slide it over to him. "Do you think this will work?" he nods rapidly, reaching up for it and sliding it off, nearly dropping it when he runs away to show a group of other children with a smile ear to ear.
you turn to face mr. afton. a moment of silence. ''They're not rocket science, you know..." he says softly, looking down at you. "Children." you roll your eyes accompanied by a playful smile. he returns the same smile.
''Thank you," you say gratefully before feeling his hand leave your torso and beginning to walk off.
''Oh, Y/N..." the man stops in his tracks and turns around, adjusting his light purple tie. "Come to my office during your lunch. Nothing serious," he says, opening the small door separating the play area from the prize counter. your eyebrows knit together and a lump forms in your throat. okay.
later, you decide to run to the bathroom to fix your appearance. you run your hands through your hair and adjust your fazbear employee shirt before heading over to mr. afton's office. what could you have done wrong in the short time you've been here? you think of all the things you've said that a child could have told their parents. or maybe it was that you stayed hours after closing to inspect the old exoskeletons behind the mainstage, or maybe--
you stop yourself from overthinking. you assure yourself that you're going to be fine. you find yourself standing outside his door. 'W. AFTON - MANAGER' printed in tiny, yet bold letters outside the door. you hesitate before raising a fist and knocking softly. you hear a 'come in' in a thick english accent, so you do just that, closing the door behind you and smiling at him softly. he was standing, staring at a bulletin board littered with sketches and sticky note reminders. he scratches his chin as if in deep thought for a moment before turning to you, a smile coating his lips. it made your stomach buzz, like a first sip of strong liquor.
''Hi," you said, almost intimidated. in all honesty, you were intimidated. a man who stood more than a foot taller than you and was probably about to give you a reprimanding.
"Hello," he responded, in a lighter tone than you thought he would have. "Please, have a seat," mr. afton showed you to a seat across his desk, where he sat down with a sigh. "Long day, huh?" you asked, hoping to soften the tension in the air.
"Quite," he responded, smiling softly and folding his lanky fingers, just as pictured in your head earlier. "though that prize counter situation did bring me back to life a bit." you stared at his fingers for a moment longer before looking back up at him and agreeing with a nod. you crossed your legs tight, naturally.
"So, Mr. Afton--" you started. "William," he corrected. You nodded slowly and tried to maintain eye contact. ''William," you repeated. "am I... in trouble?"
the man chuckled and reached his hand across the table as if comforting you, leaning in a bit. "Not at all darling, no." the nickname made you involuntarily tighten your thighs together a bit. "I just wanted to present you with an... opportunity of sorts," he tilted his head just as he had earlier, the demeanor in his voice borderline seductive.
"I've heard that you're looking some type of promotion?" he asks. "One of your fellow coworkers had informed me that you were being annoying, rambling on about it. But the truth is, sweetheart: I don't find you annoying in the slightest..." he runs a hand through his hair and you make eye contact with him. "...in fact, I admire ambitious individuals like yourself. I believe it's a vital trait for one to become successful," the smoothness and flow of his voice entrances you.
he beckons you over with a wag of his fingers. your mouth opens slightly before hesitating and getting up, walking around his desk. you stand in front of him whilst he sits and you look down at him for a moment, confused. that's when he pats his lap. his right leg. your thighs rub together, again.
"I don't bite," he states plainly as you lower yourself onto his lap, arching your back a bit once you make contact with him. " 'Less you want me to." he smiles, placing a hand on your waist just as he did before. "Other way, lovie," william says as if it was common knowledge. you immediately do as he says and he tilts his head, examining you looking your body up and down, stopping at your denim skirt, then trailing back up to your face. you felt his eyes as if they were lasers.
william places his big thumb on your full lips slowly, yet premeditated, calculated. "Say 'ahhh'..." he says as he motions his head upwards, gently prodding your lip. you open and he inserts his thumb, your lips mindlessly wrapping around for a moment. he pulls it away with a soft 'pop' and you immediately look at him for directions. he rubs his hands up and down the small of your back.
"Listen, darling, I need you to do me a favor. I've had a long fuckin' day... would just love a blowjob right now. Can you do that for me?" he says, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "Can you be a good girl for now? I'll get you that promotion, hmm?" you smile and nod like a puppy, eager to please and he smiles back at you. "Go ahead and get under my desk, lovie. And take off that bloody shirt, please."
you find yourself getting off his lap doing exactly what he asked for, now under his desk getting your hair pulled up into a ponytail by the man. he looks down at his thigh before undoing his zipper, bending his leg a bit to show you the wet spot you created on it. "Glad to know I'm not the only one enjoying this."
not a moment later his hardened cock springs out of his dress pants, pretty veins popping from it and the tip an angry red, precum already leaking. he sucks in a breath at the cool air. judging by your reaction, he snickers as he can tell you've never taken something this big before. you look up at him for approval before wrapping two hands around it, still room for another hand left. you use his precum and a tiny bit of your own spit to make it easier to stroke him up and down. a groan escapes his mouth and you smile at his satisfaction.
you place your tongue at his tip, kitten-licking his slit and drawing an illicit grunt out of him. suddenly, you take as much as you can down your throat as you feel him hit the back of it. you make a sound of fullness and it vibrates on his cock as he bites his bottom lip, drawing blood.
"fucking hell, look how well you're taking all of me, huh?" he nearly whispers, tugging a bit harder at his hand-made ponytail. "bein' such a doll for me. like your mouth was made for me." you drag your tongue all the way from his base to his tip. with that, a strand of white coats your mouth.
you wipe it onto your fingers then lick it back up. "Sorry, lovie," william apoligizes, grabbing a tissue and cleaning your chin for you, lifting it up with two fingers. he helps you up back onto his lap and tucks his dick back in his dress pants, zipping himself up.
"Congrats on the position, prize counter manager."
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