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oliver talking his partner through it and calling him d**** god your brain is so huge my stomach hurts thinking about this. he’ll never tell you he loves you to your face and tries to fuck you more like he hates you because he doesn’t want to get too attached but as you’re getting close he’s all in your face and your neck, teasing you, biting your ear and softly begging you to tell him how you feel, how it’ll be better for him if you tell d**** just how close you are and how much you need him. takes you over the crest so sweetly, and continues rolling into you, chasing his own. his kisses are nonstop and so overwhelming, and he knows they are but he just really needs to connect with you like this. never the first to say “i love you” but unfortunately (in his opinion) he expresses it in so many other ways. sorry.

but i crumble completely when you cry | a. oliver

✮ tags ; DADDY KINK, afab + fem!reader, situationship!oliver, hooking up, unresolved romantic tension, p in v, praise, soft sex, it gets emotionally strange, riding, creampies, unprotected sex, under-negotiated kink in a sense though oliver is very careful

✮ wc ; 2.2k (i dont want to talk about it)

✮ a/n ; anon im going to haunt your dreams for putting this absurd image into my head when i dont even go here im crying screaming throwing up ive been thinking about it for hours. hours of my life wasted on this guys dick. upsetting!!!!!

also i do not write this often and do not plan too again any time soon so if ur seeing this and thinking about following me for content like it i would not recommend!!!

✮ synopsis ; you don't trust oliver with your heart or your feelings. nor do you expect anything from him.

but it's hard not to lean into him when he decides to cradle you so gently.

Your relationship with Oliver is both very ambiguous and very clear.

There's a line drawn, and you both steer clear of crossing it in your interactions. Oliver is fun. He's attractive and charming, a massive flirt but just genuine enough to be interesting.

It helps that he's hot. Physically, he's got an unreal build.

He's an athlete, so he's big. Wide chest and strong arms, thick thighs and the height to top it off. He's 6'3, and he's sexy (and his dick is huge) - and you sleep with him because of that. You don't date him explicitly because he's a womanizer. If you'd met when you were a little younger, a little more naive - you might've tried to dog-train him into being your boyfriend.

Because on top of the immaculate dick, he's fun to be around. He's funny, he drinks well, he's not a scumbag in the ways that turn you off.

You're old enough to know better. You have a career. You're too busy, and too jaded about love to try and fix whatever weird shit he has going on. So even if the two of you harbor some sort of emotional or romantic feelings for each other, you're smart enough to not get invested in those feelings and smart enough to have no expectations.

Oliver is your fun. He's your sneaky link, your weekend off. You come to him to blow off steam. You have rough, fast sex and it's good. Sometimes you chill afterwards, and you'll indulge each other in some physical affection but other times you take your shower and leave. It's a good time, and you know well enough not to ever ask him for any of your emotional needs. You have your therapist and girl friends for that.

Normally, when you're having a rough week - it's prime time to go to him. He'll fuck you a little harder than usual, and sometimes he's nice enough to kiss it better. But it's still, very distinctly, never crossing that boundary.

But some weeks, like this week - shit is bad. Not just stressful bad, but everything in the fucking world that could go wrong, is going wrong bad. It's not the kind of thing you can get over by compartmentalizing and even when you try to do your usual thing it doesn't really work.

You're trying right now - to get over the fucked up week you had. And you're turned on, but somehow - it's still not enough to get you completely out of it.

Oliver pauses mid stroke, in missionary - hetero-chromatic eyes staring you down as your thoughts are somewhere else completely. You don't notice the first time he stops, or the first time he calls you.

And he only gets your attention by cupping your face and making you look at him. You startle as you cast your glance his way.

"What's with you?" He asks, though he's not pissed or anything "Not feelin' it? Want me to stop?"

"No, you don't have too."

"Not what I asked," He chastises, letting go of your face "Not having your full attention is making me go soft,"

This makes you laugh, and Oliver cracks a smile seeing the tension melt off your face if only slightly.

"I'm cool with stopping." He assures. You let your hand reach up to his shoulder.

"It's not like I want to stop, necessarily? Like I wanna do something to get my mind off it and sex feels like the best option, but you know how it goes sometimes," You say, trying your best to avoid the emotional baggage of your words "We can stop though. I'll pay you for your wasted time," You tack the joke on at the end to ease the tension.

You're expecting him to pull out and stop, or maybe challenge himself into fucking you so good that you forget. Something more quintessentially Oliver than what he does do.

He gives you a blank look first, than a laugh that is a touch too sincere for you to be comfortable "That bad of a week?"

You're suddenly in dangerous territory. Somehow, this strange intimacy makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You swallow thickly, the emotions coming over you so quick you end up looking away.

"Yeah. You know. It's fine, but you know."

"Mm," He says. He leans into your space. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles your skin as he whispers in your ear. You feel your breath hitch. And the air feels heavy "Wanna try somethin' else?"

"Like what?"

"A surprise," He says first, and find your stomach tightening. A hollowness in your nerves "Gotta trust me."

"You're scaring me." You joke.

"I'm a sex expert, you know?" Oliver says, humming against your skin "If I can't remedy your little problem with my dick, it's bad for my street cred. My yelp reviews will tank."

"You're such a dumbass."

"Do you trust me?"

You don't know how to answer. Yes, for the most part. Not with everything, but with your pleasure at least. Whatever this is, it doesn't feel the same. But you say yes, anyways. Oliver kisses your jaw in reply, then he pulls out.

He flips position easily. He ends up on his back, then he grabs you to rest on top of him. You're not sure what you're expecting. He holds you by your hips as your sex hovers over his cock. His thumb is rubbing circles into your skin as he sinks you down slowly onto him.

You only stare at him, mouth opening as you feel him stretch you open for a second time.

You're more aware of it this way. He's so thick, and so intrusive - and normally, you're feeling that in hard strokes. Fast and rough, like something knocking into your cervix. But like this, he's hitting a deep angle. You can feel every curve, every inch, as you come down slowly.

He keeps you there. For longer than you'd expect. Just keeps you, settles you, holds you gently. You stare at him as he grabs your hand, locking your fingers. Your first instinct is to panic, or crack a joke - but there's an intense look in his eye that shuts you up.

Uncharacteristically gentle, you find yourself frightened. Oliver's hands reach for you again. They hold your waist and slide up the planes of your body. He holds your tits in his palms and squeezes.

He does this a lot, but there's not usually this much touching. This much foreplay. It's grabby, a deeper pressure. He doesn't...feel you, in the way he is now. You stare at him, and he looks back at you so fondly you feel a strange urge to pretend it never happened.

"Play with your clit," He says, though there's no urgency in his voice.

Deep and smooth, the timbre in it has you shaking. You listen, on auto-pilot as you play with yourself clumsily and build a slow pressure. He just watches.

"C'mere, baby. And don't stop touching yourself."

Another pause. It's not the first time he's called you that. He likes to call you all sorts of things when you're fucking, and baby is one of the few. But not like that. Not like this. He gives you a lazy, self satisfied smile and encourages you by placing a hand on where he can reach on your low back.

You lean down, and Oliver tucks you into his chest. He's warm, and strong - and smells so good, like musk and cologne. Your free hand is on his chest, as he grips your hips and fucks up into you.

"That's it," His voice is pleasant to your ears. It feels funny to you "Just gotta listen to me."

He starts fucking you slowly. It's a familiar feeling, a pleasant stretch that dulls into a euphoric fullness. But it's never been this slow before. Each thrust is slow, and punctual, and so deep you feel yourself gasping. It's not enough to push you over the edge, but it's enough to make your mind feel a little numb.

You think he's going to keep at you like this, maybe edge you to take you out of it. But he doesn't. He keeps his pace.

"Had a hard time this week, didn't you, tough girl?" He mumbles, so low it doesn't feel real. You feel your heart start to race. You feel your throat start to close around something, choking "Did a good job and came to me. Gonna let me take care of it?"

You stumble. You aren't sure what to say, you nod and hope he feels it. He laughs a little. You can't be sure if you're fucking Oliver or not.

You know it's him but he's never been like this. Not once. Not ever.

"Gonna let daddy take care of you?" He says, though it's tentative. Your breath hitches. Something strange overwhelms your senses "Tell me, baby."

"Uhm," Your first reaction is a sense of resistance, an immediate pull away. Not that you hate it but you aren't sure how to adjust. You squirm, but you don't tell him no. You feel like you can't in this state "Uh-uh,"

He keeps surprising you, pressing his lips to yours where you hover over him, tender as he ups the pace of his thrusts.

"That's what I like to hear," He almost sounds proud "You'll hurt your head if you think too much. And I'd be a bad daddy, letting that happen, yeah?"

A vulnerable, foreign sensation drives you to speak "You're not bad in that way."

He laughs "Just in other ways, right?"

You giggle "Uh-huh."

"But not in this one," He repeats, very carefully. He fucks into you harder now, pays extra special attention to you. It's all for you, is what he's saying in a language completely foreign yet somehow so known. One only the two of you will ever know fully, confined in the four walls of this room "Daddy is good at taking care of you like this, so you should let him do just that. Tough girls always need their daddies, hm?"

It's what ends up tipping you up over the edge. You cling to him, succumbing to whatever weird space the two of you have fallen into you. Suspended in this odd sense of comfort that Oliver has thrust you in unannounced.

You don't trust Oliver with a lot, and this is more than what you should ever find yourself giving. In the back of your head you think you should pull away.

But he's comforting. It feels good, and strangely feels safe - and even for all the ways he's awful, you trust he'd never do anything bad to you. Even if it's a blip in the timeline, for now it's what you need. A blurry cross into your emotional needs that translate into your physical ones. Too much and so overwhelming, you hug closer to him and take a deep breath.

"Mm," You let yourself lean into him. Just this once, you promise yourself. "I wanna cum."

"Want it a little harder?"

"Mhm,"

"Then Daddy will give it to you a little harder, yeah? Anything for you." He says, and you try not to think to deeply on what that really means. Because even in this state you know it's not nothing, but you should never pry "Daddy can give you anything you want."

"Yeah?"

He chuckles a little as he fucks into you hard. Fucks into you how you need. You're wet enough, and wondering if you were always so into being doted on. Or if it's just the fact that it's Oliver. Another thing you decide to overlook as you zero in on the sensation of being pistoned from underneath. You're soaking. The room noisy with the sticky noise of Olivers cock penetrating you over and over, skin hitting skin as his hips press against your ass. His grip is bruising but not intentionally, his chest huffed in pleasure.

He's just as close as you are, you know all of his cues. You play with your clit faster, sensitive bud throbbing hard as all the blood rushes south. Your mouth has fallen open as the slow, thick desire coiling and culminating into something cosmic. Something big and heavy, but not too fast. Not a crash landing like you're used to.

But a single weight, the force of a star dropping to Earth. You figure Oliver is the gravity in your universe, holding you down so you don't float too far. You want to cling onto him for much longer.

And somehow, you're inclined to think he would let you.

"Oliver," You say his name as it builds, then decide on something else "Daddy,"

"I'm here, baby," He says back, like it's all he has to say for everything to make sense when nothing about this does "I'm right here. Let go."

So you do. You cum hard, and it comes in long never ending waves. Too much. It makes you collapse in Olivers arms, both arms coming around his neck as he continues to fuck you through the aftermath.

"Gonna," He voices, rasping as his thrusts become sloppy "Shit. Cumming, shit."

He cums with you, cums deep inside like usual and you mewl at the feeling of being filled with hot, sticky seed.

When it's over, you're almost afraid to look at him. When the tensions settled, and his chest goes back to it's steady breaths - you wonder whats going to happen next.

"Wanna stay like this for a while?"

You nod.

"Mm. Sleepy."

"Stay like this, then. I'll wake you in a little."

"So you can kick me out?" You joke, trying to pretend nothing is different. He pauses.

"Just to shower," He whispers, hand resting on your lower back "Sleep."

There's too much to think about. Tomorrow will be strange. You let yourself succumb to your own exhaustion.

"Okay."

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revelinginthedarkrooms · 2 years

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Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 5

Notes: Y'all, I have to confess something scandalous... I have a hard time writing sexy times for Freddy

Like don't get me wrong, WOWZA, but at the same time he gives off such sweet himbo dad energy that it's tough to think of him as Daddy instead of Dad (I blame Gregory, curse the youth for bringing out parental vibes from sentient robots and making it harder to lewd them!) (the robots, not the children. Please for the love of everything still decent in this fucky world <i>don't lewd the children)</i>

I tried my best, however! I hope you enjoy! Again, if you personally hate orange soda, I am so sorry for what (or who)'s about to come lol

Man, can't believe my first lemon with Freddy and I make it fucking weird lmao

Oh well, hope you enjoy.

CONTENT WARNING: Daddy kink

CHAPTER 5: Glamrocked

Roxy definitely took her time in cleaning you up. Not that you minded, of course; the wolf girl cuddles were easily one of the highlights of your night. She was surprisingly sweet as she gathered you into your lap once you were all cleaned up, resting her chin atop your head as her tail wagged lazily behind her.

But things can’t last forever, and the two of you looked up to see Freddy walking into the area.

Roxy glared. “What is he doing here? He never comes to the raceway.”

“Maybe Vanessa sent him to look for me,” you hummed. Though you were excited to finally see him, you didn’t exactly want to move yet.

Neither did Roxy, apparently, because she tightened her hold on you as the tall bear approached you.

“What are you doing here, Freddy?” She questioned.

“I was looking for the one Vanessa was talking about earlier,” he answered, and good heavens was his voice velvety. You couldn’t tell how much of you was down-bad for this bear, and how much of you was ready and willing to call him daddy.

Better not make it weird, you decided, as you smiled up at him. “Hi, Freddy! I was looking for you earlier, but you weren’t in your room.”

“Ah, yes!” He straightened, his kind eyes scanning you over. “I was talking with Vanessa. She wanted to make sure I would be able to find you should anything happen.”

“That’s awfully sweet,” you cooed. “I didn’t know Nessie cared that much about little old me.”

“Good job, delivery boy,” Roxy added in a snarky tone, growling at him as she hugged you closer. “But (y/n) is mine right now. Go away.”

“I just wanted to check on her,” Freddy reassured, paws in the air as he backed away. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her, Roxy.”

The wolf didn’t answer, watching him with a sharp stare as he left the raceway.

When she knew he was gone, she relaxed a bit, nuzzling back into your hair as she wrapped her tail around your lap. You let her, closing your eyes in bliss. What was better than wolfy cuddles?

You stroked through her tail absentmindedly until your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Roxy made a noise of surprise, backing off enough so that you could reach back and pull it out.

Vanessa had texted you. Are you still w roxy?

ye, you replied. You reached up and snapped a photo of the two of you and sent it to her.

It didn’t take her long to reply. Cute. I sent Freddy your way.

we saw him.

The wolf peered over you at the phone. “Do you have to leave?”

Your heart melted at her disappointed tone, and you patted her cheek, cupping your fingers around it.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “As much as I don’t want to move…”

“I’m still your favorite, aren’t I?” Even though her face looked irritated, her voice was horribly desperate. It squeezed what was left of your heart.

You shifted around until you could see her. Her ears were pointed downwards, her gaze shifted away from you.

“Of course, Roxy,” you reassured, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You’ll always have my number-one spot.”

You scritched the underside of her chin, unsure if she’d feel it, but she let out a keening noise and arched her neck, closing her eyes.

“Come back to visit me again,” she ordered.

“Of course.” You patted her cheek with your other hand and smiled as she squeezed you to her chest before letting go.

You looked around the hall. It was still empty, yet you caught a glimpse of Monty walking around. He pulled his shades down just enough to wink at you from the shadows before going on his way.

You rolled your eyes with a grin before looking at your phone as you walked.

“Let’s see…” you murmured. “Rockstar Row…”

You looked up, seeing the animatronic you were wanting to find just a ways away, his back to you.

You lit up. “Freddy!”

The tall animatronic turned at the sound of your call, and he gave you a brilliant smile. “You’re back! Did you and Roxy have fun?”

“Oh did we,” you laughed as you caught up to him. “Anyway, what are you doing next?”

“I was going to go back to my room. Would you like to join me?”

“Would I ever!” Clasping your hand in his, you chirped, “Lead the way!”

As soon as you got to his greenroom, the two of you sat on the couch.

“How do you like the pizzaplex?” He inquired.

“It’s really something,” you huffed a laugh and curled your fingers around his. “I’m surprised at how high-tech this place is compared to the last time I was at a Fazbear joint.”

“I suppose anything would seem grand compared to what you had before.” He chuckled, low and reverberating, and it made your little heart flip.

Hot damn did he have a glow-up. The Freddy Fazbear you remembered was a clunky, furry thing, with a silly-sounding voice and horrible rumors surrounding him. The animatronic smelled old, funky, like decades of wear and tear. All in all, not that appealing at first glance.

But Glamrock Freddy… he was a hunk. The designers had to have known what they were doing when they were creating him. Dude was stacked up, and he had major himbo energy? A wet dream and daddy issues, all wrapped up into beautiful blue eyes and a thicc physique.

You were still torn on whether you wanted to call him Daddy or Dad. Jury’s still out on which one fit him more.

Freddy’s eyes were kind and alarmingly human - you felt warm and happy when he looked at you, hand held in his. Definitely more of a Dad kind of guy.

His free hand brushed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking into your eyes. “I’m glad you’re here. Chica could not stop talking about you earlier. I haven’t seen her this happy since…”

He trailed off, looking away with a sadness that seemed so visceral, he didn’t feel like an AI. You immediately understood his words, and you squeezed his hand with a sympathetic smile.

“He was my favorite of the band,” you confessed with a light laugh. “I always wanted to come here to meet him one-on-one.”

“He would have loved you.” Freddy agreed, his ears turning down. “He was… very much like you. A little more sarcastic, perhaps, but he was kind.”

For a moment, you had a sardonic laugh about that. A lot like me? For the band’s sake, you hoped that wasn’t the case. You weren’t afraid to profess how much of a little gremlin you could be.

“I wish I knew what happened to him.” Freddy continued morosely. “I have my hunches, but I don’t want to make things worse than they are.”

Oh.

You frowned at the ground, unable to say anything back. What could you say that wouldn’t stir the pot?

“He wouldn’t want me to keep moping about him. I apologize, Superstar.” He shook his head and looked back at you. “Would you like a picture?”

“Sure! Photos always get me out of my funk.” You pulled out your phone and winked.

The two of you huddled close together, your head resting on his shoulder, as you smiled at the lens. Freddy held up a peace sign for one picture, while you were winking.

As you let your arm back down, you went through them. “They turned out well.”

“They did.” He nodded his head and patted your hair. “What else would you like to do?”

“Well, what do you do for fun?” Slipping your phone back into your jeans pocket, you turned to him in question.

“Hm. What do I do for fun…” he tapped his chin in thought before his eyes lit up in realization. “Do you like arcades?”

“I love arcades.” You were dead serious as you grabbed his shoulder.

“Excellent!” The bear beamed as he made to get up. “Would you like to check it out?”

“Yes, please!” You bounced with excitement as you hopped from the couch.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator into the dark room, you gasped.

It was beautifully decorated, with neon lights lighting up the walkway just enough so that you wouldn’t stumble and fall. The tiles were glossy and mirrorlike, and the décor seemed so much fancier than befitted a mall.

“Whoa,” you breathed. “All this for an arcade?”

“You’d be surprised,” Freddy chuckled. Taking your hand, he gestured forward. “Well, let’s go.”

He led you through, and you came to a large room full of arcade machines and soft carpet, music playing over the speakers as well as from the machines themselves.

Your eyes sparkled as you beheld them, and you let go of Freddy’s hand to clasp your own together. “I haven’t been in a proper arcade since my seventh birthday!”

“Do you see any that you recognize?” He followed you around, his eyes glowing as bright as a flashlight.

“Not yet,” you frowned as you looked and darted around the machines. “Oh, they have Cap-Man! I loved that game as a kid!”

You excitedly approached the machine, digging your wallet out of your bag. Freddy watched as you fished for some quarters.

“This thing does take money, right?”

“I believe so.” He looked around. “Most of them take an arcade pass to play, but older models such as this only take real money.”

You looked up as you noticed him studying you. “Would you like to play?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not!” You shook your head and put in a few quarters. “As long as you don’t mind playing as Cap-Ma’am.”

Freddy shook his head, and took his place next to you at the arcade machine.

The game was fairly short-lived. You had to take a little bit to adjust to the controls again, but it was like you’d never stopped playing. Freddy was okay at it, but you figured he hadn’t played very much.

After a few rounds, you laughed, fist-pumping. “I’m still worthy! The gaming deities haven’t abandoned me yet!”

“That was a good game, (y/n).” He seemed proud as he patted your head. “What other games do you like?”

“Well, I dunno.” You shrugged. “The games I play now can’t be found in an arcade cabinet. Well, unless you count Mario Kart. I don’t even think this place has Mario Kart.”

“It’s worth a look, isn’t it?” He asked.

“I suppose.” You shot him a mischievous grin. “At the very least, I’ll get to blow my money on more games on the way!”

To your lack of luck, you didn’t end up finding Mario Kart. You did, however, find a generic racing game - and that was honestly enough for you.

Freddy was a good sport about it, indulging you in your excitement and letting you stop and play whatever caught your eye.

About half an hour later, you sat with him at a booth, satisfied (and out of quarters). He let you lean on him, his warmth soothing you.

“That was fun,” you commented. “I haven’t done that in a while.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” His pleasant voice made you close your eyes. “Oh, are you getting sleepy?”

“No, just very relaxed.” You huffed a laugh and rested your hand on his chest. “Believe it or not, this is the least stressed I’ve been in a long time.”

The soft lights and the music were so reminiscent of your childhood, that it was easy to get carried away. Especially in the dark, where it was so incredibly easy to get away with so much…

Suddenly, your eyes opened. An idea was brewing. “Didn’t we pass by some photo booths on our way here?”

“I recall so, yes.” He tilted his head at you in question. “Do you wish to take more photos?”

“Only if you’ll be able to fit in there!” You joked, sitting back up.

“It will be a tight squeeze, but I can fit,” he surmised with a smile. “Let’s go, then.”

You led him by the hand back into the arcade, where you found one not far from the exit.

You pulled the curtain back and Freddy carefully started to shimmy into the booth, bending so that his head wouldn’t strike the ceiling.

As soon as he was settled in, you climbed in after him, settling in his lap. His legs closed around you, and once you let the curtain go, you were both left sitting there.

“Alright. Does it take cash, or…?” You asked, wiggling to get comfortable.

“Oh.” Freddy sounded disappointed. “I’ve forgotten. The photo booths do take an arcade pass to operate.”

“That sucks.” You slumped, yet your smile grew. “Well, we don’t have to move - I kind of like the confined space.”

“Okay.”

You leaned back against his chest, closing your eyes as his hands rested on his thighs. They were about as big as your whole face, and those nails looked sharp - though fortunately from your romps with Monty and Roxy, you knew they weren’t actually dangerous.

The only light came from his eyes, which illuminated the dark screen of the photo booth. It was pleasantly quiet, save for the arcade music still playing outside.

“.. Hey, Freddy?”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever… had a crush before?”

You could see him blink in the reflection of the monitor. “Not that I have known.”

“Really?” That was surprising. “Not even on someone like Chica?”

He chuckled, patting your head. “Chica is one of my very best friends.”

“Man, that’s awkward…” you muttered, leaning into his touch.

“I assume that you have?” He kindly asked.

“Once or twice,” you shrugged vaguely. “They never lasted long.”

“From what I have seen of the people who come here, they seldom do.”

You shifted again, and Freddy’s hand rested on your shoulder.

“Are you well?” He asked, concern bleeding into his tone. “Your internal temperature has gone up since we entered the booth.”

“Ah, yeah, fine,” you answered distractedly. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“What about me?” He sounded so inquisitive, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Everything.”

Freddy remained quiet for a little while, allowing you to relax with your thoughts. You were having so much fun, it was hard to think about the fact that it was going to end in a few hours. You didn’t even want to check your phone for the time, lest it dampen your spirits more.

Shifting once more, you settled in against his chestplate.

“Are you alright? You keep wiggling.” He shifted his legs apart further. “Are you nervous in contained areas?”

I want you in my contained area, your down-atrocious brain supplied. You pushed it down and instead replied, “I’m fine, just a little sore.”

“Sore?” That seemed to alert him, and he gently grabbed your waist and turned you around, scanning you with his eyes. “I don’t sense any injuries..”

“That’s because I’m not hurt, Freddy.” You giggled, booping his nose. To your utter delight, it still honked.

He went cross-eyed before looking at you. “Are you sure?”

“Your sensors aren’t lying.” You settled onto your knees and grasped his shoulders.

“If you’re sure you’re alright,” he relented, cupping your cheek with one clawed hand. It easily wrapped around you, from your cheekbone to the back of your head. His thumb was pressed gingerly to your soft flesh, and you closed your eyes.

“Do you want to help me be less sore?” Your voice was soft, inviting.

Freddy blinked before nodding. “Of course. I am programmed to help. What can I do?”

Making sure you looked him in the eyes, you reached down to unbutton your jeans.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Showing you the place that’s sore,” you answered, unzipping them.

“Down there?” He balked. “But that’s…”

Then he seemed to realize. “You… and Roxanne…”

“I’m surprised you figured me out that quick!” You giggled, pulling them down enough for him to get a good eyeful of your panties.

His eyes went half-lidded, and he shook his head. “This is inappropriate behavior for such a public place.”

“Not so public right now, is it?” You smiled at him, raising an eyebrow. “We’re all alone, in a photo booth… in the middle of the night…”

“One of the others could catch us,” he reminded you, though he wasn’t making much of a move to stop you.

“Why would they come all the way down here?” You kicked off your jeans and shoes, leaving you in your sweater, panties, and socks.

“It could be close to six,” he halfheartedly argued.

“The last time I looked at the clock, it was three AM.” You shook your head with a wag of your finger. “Try again.”

“The STAFF bots would have to clean up after us.”

“Let them.” You leaned in to peck his cheek. It was softer than you thought it would be, almost velvety. Did he have fur after all? “Right now, it’s just us.”

“The others would never let me hear the end of this.” His paw came to rest on the small of your back, and you shivered.

“Is that a no?”

“I never said as such.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at him as you hooked a thumb under the waistband of your panties. “Then I don’t suppose you would mind me doing this…?”

You pulled down your undergarments, and immediately your cheeks flushed under his intense stare. Your core was alight with the licking flames of desire as his bright blue eyes flickered up and down your body, pausing on your blushing lips and moistening thighs.

“I have… never seen anything like this before,” his voice went even deeper, if possible, and you swallowed, feeling his fingers trail down to your hip.

“Do you like it?” Breathless, wanting.

“Yes.”

Your back arched as his thumb began to rub tight circles on your supple flesh, growing nearer and nearer to your eager lips, biting your lip as he leveled you with a look of uncharacteristic desire.

Did they program the robots to feel horny, or is this some kind of bug? You didn’t know, nor did you care.

“Freddy,” you whispered with a soft gasp as his thumbpad pressed against your clit, making your hips jump.

“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” he asked, eyes jumping to yours for the briefest of moments before going back down to your legs.

“Aaah, yes…” your words came out in the softest of hisses as his finger sank in.

“You are very wet…” his voice was husky as you leaned into him, resting your chin against his cheek. “Yet you’re so warm and inviting…”

“I’ve been wanting this,” you shyly admitted, spreading your legs open wider as his first finger crept in next.

“Have you, now…” he chuckled, shaking his head. “What about Roxanne?”

“Her, too.”

“You are so naughty,” his voice was so unbearably teasing as his first finger began rubbing small circles on your clit and drawing gasping whimpers from your throat. “I haven’t been your first?”

“Oh, no,” you shot him a devilish grin. “I had to prepare myself for you, of course. What fun would I have in going right for the star?”

Freddy’s ears twitched, and if he could raise his eyebrows, you have no doubt he would have.

“Besides, I’m not a virgin.” You winked. “Not anymore.”

“Am I not the first to claim you?”

“Well, no, not in that way.” You shrugged, appearing coy. “Monty got that honor.”

“Ah, is that so?” Instead of jealousy, like you expected, he sounded surprised. “Was it enjoyable?”

“Best dick I’ve had to date,” you shamelessly bragged. “Unless you can outdo him, of course.”

“I am not one to engage in rivalries, but I would gladly indulge in this one,” he answered, his gaze narrowing. A mischievous smile spread across his muzzle and you felt his thumb curl inside you. “No hard feelings, of course.”

You mewled, arching your back and rolling your hips. How was he so good at this?! “So you’ve-- ahn-- never done this before?”

“You are my first.” HIs voice changed to something softer. “Am I doing well?”

“You’re doing so well, don’t worry.” You cupped his cheek and smiled.

“That’s good. I would hate to disappoint you.” He returned your look with a bashful one, one that made your heart do a backflip.

He’s so damn adorable. Dammit, my heart is melting.

“Hey,” you remembered, “do you have a… y’know… under that plate?”

“I do not know. I have never checked.”

The two of you looked down, and as Freddy opened his pelvic plate, sure enough, from the dark cavity rose a creamsicle-colored phallus. Light-orange around the outside and cream on the inside, it looked as inviting as it seemed.

You stared fervently at it. It was definitely about as big as Monty’s, though it wasn’t tapered at the tip, and it was just a little wider.

“Huh,” you intelligently observed. “I guess you do have one.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“That’s an awesome thing.” You nodded, reaching out to touch it.

The second your fingertip made contact with the shaft, Freddy shivered, and the penis twitched. Something translucent was already leaking from the head, and you licked your lips as artificial orange hit your nose.

“Oh my,” he whispered, only loud enough for you to catch.

Your heart was pounding, desire twisting your gut as you grasped it this time, descending your hand in a lazy stroke down the shaft. The answering jolt of Freddy’s hips only made you smile.

“Do you want this?” Your voice was scant louder than his. “Do you want me to take care of it for you?”

“Please,” he breathed.

You could do nothing but oblige.

Sinking down, you slipped off of the seat and grasped the shaft tighter in your hand. Making sure he was watching, you pressed your lips to the tip, coating them in the thick, sweet liquid.

His eyes watched you feverishly as you slipped the tip into your mouth, your tongue circling around the best you could. He moaned, his fingers tangling into your hair, and you began to bob your head.

Stroking the base, you began to take him deeper into your mouth - until he hit the back. You gagged slightly, easing an inch or two out - and answered his concerned voice with a thumbs-up. You were fine, you could handle this.

Slowly, you began to suck. It was a better texture than you thought it would be, presumably about the same material of Roxy and Chica’s tubes. It was soft in your mouth, bending slightly as you pressed into the underside with your tongue. You scraped your teeth across the top - and he groaned in response, the deep sound vibrating through your mouth.

“Such a good job,” he praised lowly, petting your head. “Oh, (y/n)...”

The part of you that dealt with daddy issues was absolutely crying at this. His praise lit up parts of you that you hadn’t thought existed, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach and making your heart feel light.

As you bobbed your head up and down, his own reclined, resting against the wall, yet he never took his eyes off of you. You met his gaze and your cheeks flushed a pretty red at the softness you found there, a special intimacy that made you feel all kinds of bashful and exposed in the best of ways.

Dare you be cliché, it felt as if it was your first time with a lover, instead of something programmed to entertain.

When you swallowed around him, it seemed to do something to kick him into overdrive, his voice box stuttering as his whole body seemed to shake.

“Please do that again,” he pleaded.

Smiling around his dick, you did so again - and were surprised when his hand gripped your hair tighter, his hips jutting into your face just as a shot of orange-tasting cum went down your throat.

You choked for a moment, yet you didn’t pull back - not yet, and you were able to drink as he came into your mouth.

Freddy caressed your scalp when you finally let go of him with a audibly wet pop, your lips swollen and dripping with cum. You panted, looking up into his face through your eyelashes as you slowly licked it off of your bottom lip.

“Was that good?” Your voice was still husky, your throat just a little sore.

“You were amazing, Superstar,” he encouraged, and it was enough to make your pussy throb. Damn you needed therapy if this was getting you off.

You reached for where your panties were dangling from your ankles and dropped them to the floor before shifting your legs, resting your knee on the other side of his hip and grasping his dick.

As you lowered yourself onto him, a deep, reverberating moan left him - and you bit your lip as it sent shockwaves through the pit of your gut, straight to your core. The head sank inside of you, and Freddy’s eyes went half-lidded - staring right into yours.

“You’re so big,” you keened.

“Your internal temperature has increased dramatically,” he replied, brushing a thumb across your brow. “Is that because of me?”

“Ooh, yes,” you moaned, as his other hand grasped your hip and pushed you down further. “Freddy…”

The bot let out a deep, satisfied sigh in response as your pussy took him deeper and deeper. From the angle you had, his shaft ground against your special spot, the tip pushing further than you thought possible.

The breath left your chest as you were finally seated in his lap, his dick stretching you wide open. Though he wasn’t at the end of your cavern, he was close - you could feel him just centimeters from your cervix, and the thrill of it made you shiver deliciously.

“Are you ready?” His fingers traced your hipbones, waiting.

“My body is ready for Freddy,” you jested with a light laugh.

Without much more of a wait, he brought you up, up, up - and then dropped you down again. Your laughter cut off into a choked moan, and you found your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Oh, o-oh,” you gasped.

“Ride me,” he ordered softly.

Biting your lip, you began to bounce up and down in his lap, your knees clenching together around his thighs. His dick was hitting spots you didn’t know you had, and it was exhilarating.

He was groaning quietly, murmuring soft praises to you under his breath - into your ear from where your chin rested on his shoulder, his hands massaging your hips.

“You’re so good, such a good girl,” he encouraged, his dulcet tones making your head light. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Daddy,” you keened without realizing.

You paused the moment it left your mouth, and so did Freddy. His shallow thrusts paused and you could feel the confusion in his voice as he echoed, “Daddy?”

“Sorry,” you murmured, embarrassed.

“I’m not offended, just… surprised,” he replied. “I did not think I enjoyed being called that.”

Your heart fluttered, and you pulled back to smile at him. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he answered with an encouraging squeeze.

Your voice warbled louder as he sank you back onto him, and you gripped his shoulders tightly. “Ah, D- Daddy!”

“Good girl,” he cooed, his thumb finding your clit.

You writhed under his touch, delicious sparks going up your body intensified by the slightest vibration.

“Is this what you wanted to hear?” He questioned, emphasizing his words with a firm roll of your clit under his thumb. “Did you want to hear someone call you good? To praise you? To make you feel wanted?”

This was hitting dangerously close to home, but not close enough for you to lose your ladyboner. “Fuck yes, keep going,” you begged.

“What a mouth you have.” He tutted. “I don’t have to remind you again to watch your language, now do I?”

“No, Daddy,” you shook your head rapidly. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“That’s my star.” His smile seemed a touch less wholesome, more sultry, as he ran his claws down your back. “Moan for me.”

You pressed your chest to his, another cry escaping your lips as he hit your g-spot head-on. “Freddy!”

“That’s not what you wanted to call me, is it?” A teasing tone to his voice and his finger withdrew from your clit.

“Fuh-- Daddy!” You would be ashamed your voice was that loud if the arcade hadn’t been empty of people and there hadn’t been music to drown you out. “Please, please make me cum, please…”

“Do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes please, I’ve been so good,” you begged, trying to grind your hips down. “Please Daddy!”

“Alright, little superstar. Let’s see you come undone.”

Without warning, he gripped your hip tight and forced you down, ripping a cry from you as he completely filled you up over and over again. His finger on your clit didn’t cease, rolling it about and sending sparks of pure electric pleasure through you. Your body jolted and twitched, your head falling back, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I’m coming,” you shakily exclaimed. “Fuck, coming--!”

Your pussy clamped down like a vice on his dick, squeezing the life out of it as you spasmed with your release.

Freddy held you there, his hand caressing your hip with an almost loving touch, his deep blue eyes scouring each inch of your sweaty body as you glistened under the light.

When at last you stopped, your body falling limply into his arms, he began to pump into you again, relishing the weak moans escaping your lips.

“You were such a good girl for me,” he praised, his hand coming up to pet your head. “You’re so beautiful, (y/n).”

You couldn’t even muster up a response, closing your eyes and falling back into the sensations of his cock stirring up your arousal, despite your body warning you that it was still too soon.

He grunted, gripping you tight in a hug as he finally stilled, his dick sheathed within, and released.

The feeling of his claws gently scraping against your scalp and the soft reverberation of his voice lulled you into a state of unconsciousness, barely feeling the ticklish trickle of his fluid down your legs.

As you finally felt yourself nod off, one hazy thought entered your brain: Holy fuck... am I a furry?

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