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It was closing time already and you were still just as wide awake as you were during the day as your job as a daycare attendant here at the pizzaplex. The funny thing was, you were much more tired during the day than you ever were at night. Thanks to your fucking insomnia it was almost impossible to sleep. The most you really slept was four hours when you got home, but the moment you crashed on one of the red sofas up at the entrance of the daycare you were out like a light.

When it was your bed at your own apartment it was a whole different story, and now you didn't want to go.

Just as anyone who knew you suspected, you were slouching on the sofa, scrolling through your phone as your roommate Monica promised to pick you up today. Her last text was five minutes ago, to which you quickly responded that you had just finished helping Sun clean up the daycare. She said that she would message you when she got to the pizzaplex, and that you should sit tight. That was her text back just now and you simply gave her an okay with a thumbs up emoji.

"Hey, what are you doing up here?" Sun asks in his usual cheerful tone as he drums his fingers together with that permanent big smile of his.

"Oh, hey Sun." You reply with a smile of your own, sitting up on properly rather than slouching now. "My ride said she'd text me when she'll get here, so for now I'm waiting."

"Oh, okay!" He then takes a seat next to you as he places a hand on your shoulder. "You know, I asked the management team to get you a bed up where I rest."

Your jaw nearly drops as you gasp, "Sun, you shouldn't have!" Sun really shouldn't have. You having a bed here practically meant you were marrying your job.

"It's no big deal! I notice you get kind of tired so you can always take a nap while the babies are sleeping too! And we can stay up late and tell stories! I can even sleep with you in your bed if you want!" Sun says as he was giddy with excitement just thinking about the endless possibilities.

You couldn't help but quietly giggle, the bright animatronic taking a look at you in response.

"Sounds like lots of fun, Sun." To your enthusiastic statement, Sun gives you a warm embrace.

Now all that was left was to tell Monica that you changed your mind.

After all was said and done, and you convinced Monica enough that you wanted to spend the night, you now laid in your new bed.

Sun hadn't fallen asleep yet, but the idea of Sun actually convincing management to get you a bed here was a little hard to believe. You weren't the first one who slept here, you knew the security guard Sombra had a knack for passing out on her own mattress after her graveyard shift was up. She was too tired to make the voyage back to her apartment.

"Are you excited for tomorrow? All the cute kids and super adorable babies are going to be there!" Sun says as a matter of factly, but it was one of those obvious moments where you were going to deal with a bunch of whiny brats and crying babies who cried over everything they wanted since they couldn't speak yet.

"Yeah, I guess." You sigh as you clutch the bed sheet, tossing your head back on the pillow. "So long as the usual bratty troublemakers don't come by tomorrow."

"Awww, don't be like that! They're just kids, you know? They have no idea how to behave just yet! That's why they're growing!" Sun chirps as you couldn't resist a smile with a pair of rolled eyes to boot. "Besides, were you a good kid growing up all the time." You turn to Sun and shook your head, Sun poking your forehead. "See! We still gotta grow up to be a better person!"

And before you knew it, Sun was out like a light, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Even with the daycare's theme no longer audible and the lights were off outside the daycare, you couldn't go to sleep on your new bed. Sure, it was comfy and you felt like you were sinking but you simply couldn't get yourself to sleep.

You slowly sat up, careful not to make too much noise to wake up the sleeping animatronic next to you. You smile as you inch yourself out of the mattress and take a dive down into the ball pit.

Sombra was obviously awake, so maybe you could talk to her enough to tire yourself out.

It wasn't that long of a walk, as you rattle your knuckles a couple times on the door, the security guard flinching before she takes a look at the rectangular skinny window. She gives you a warm smile as she gets up out of the chair and presses a button to open the door.

"You scared me, I thought you were Monty!" Sombra nervously laughs, twirling a strand of her raven hair.

You've heard the rumors of Monty purposely trying to get into her office when a wicked spell enchanted the alligator's mind and provoked him to attack the poor security guard. Last time you heard of this from Vanessa was that Monty managed to break the door and claw at her arm, leaving three slashes across her left arm. There was more to the story, but Vanessa couldn't get any more than that. Of course no one else was suppose to know but Vanessa and management, but she figured since she saw you and Sombra interacting that you had a better chance to get more out of her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You reply sheepishly as you stare at the nice wrap of bandages surrounding her arm tightly. You couldn't help but stare as you slowly approach her, placing a thumb on the middle of her bandaged arm. "Did Monty do this to you?!"

Sombra sighs, she wasn't a good liar but then again she wasn't going to lie to you. "Yeah, he did. I was attempting to rush myself out of my office after he broke the door down, and had no choice but use my Fazer Blast to stun him . . . I didn't expect him to break out of the grasp and he angrily scratched me." Sombra swallows hard, clearly all of this was hard for her to say and remember.

You take a look at her buttoned up shirt, realizing how all the buttons were closed up. Usually, the first couple were popped open, so maybe Monty might've bruised her too.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you relive those horrible moments." You quietly say as Sombra laughs, approaching the door and pressing the button to close it again.

"Nah, it's all good. I've been a security guard for five years now, so I'm used to getting hurt. Besides, my next paycheck is gonna have a great bonus!" Her tired oceanic eyes gaze upon

yours. "Can't sleep either huh?"

"Yeah, insomnia's a real bitch." You groan as you approach her chair and take a seat, almost slouching on it.

"Are you pulling a graveyard shift too?" Sombra asks as she walks up to her desk, proceeding to take a look at the cameras to make sure none of the animatronics were trapped in the horrific mind spell.

"Oh! No I'm not, but that would be useful wouldn't it? Getting paid to stay awake. I guess Sun convinced the management team to get me a mattress here, but it's no use. Regardless if it's the softest, greatest mattress in the universe, I can't sleep at night." You groan, turning to look at Sombra. "Sounds horrible doesn't it?"

"It is horrible," Sombra agrees, taking a jar of pink gummies and handing you the jar. "As someone with the curse of insomnia as well, I choose to work graveyards because of it, oddly enough I sleep better during the day. You can take two, they're melatonin gummies."

You used to take sleep medication, but now the pills did nothing. Melatonin gummies did their job every now and then, and God you didn't want to be cranky and sleepy tomorrow at the daycare so it was worth a shot. "Thank you Sombra." You take two and immediately chew.

"No problem," Sombra then switches over to the air vents to check on them as well. " . . . Huh."

"What?" You ask from where you sat.

Sombra points at the layout of the air vents, settled on one in particular that was flashing red. "This vent right here doesn't have the proper air flow in it. Absolutely nothing or no one is suppose to be in the vents . . ." She clicks on the vent as she frowns. "The only people allowed to go through them are me and Vanessa, but she left early."

You swallow. You had your assumptions that it was Monty but didn't want to frighten her enough than she probably already was. "So then . . . Does that mean . . ."

Sombra groans, rubbing her temples as she shook her head. "Yeah, it's probably Monty. I was fucking hoping it wasn't him but here we go." Her body started to quiver before it could immobilize itself with her own growing fear. "Are you going to be okay in here? I'm going to have to investigate." Sombra declares.

You nod almost immediately. "Y-Yeah! I'll be fine right here Sombra, don't worry about me! If you want, I can tag along and help." You offer.

Sombra's eyes meet yourself for a brief moment before she shook her head. "Thank you, but I'll manage. Besides, should anything bad happen," she shows you her Fazwatch on her wrist. "I can always call Freddy!" A big smile grows on her lips as she pushes the button to open the door. "Since the occurrence with Monty happened, management gifted me unlimited power to keep these doors closed and the lights on.

She points at a conveniently located blue button on her desk. "If you're in any sort of danger and need me, just press that button and I'll be back as soon as possible." She gives you one last smile as you approach the door, pressing the button again to close it. "I'll be right back!" she hollers from the other side before disappearing.

After she fades away from your vision, you take a seat at her desk and proceed to stare at the vents. The once orange blinking particular vent had moved elsewhere, and confusion flooded your very being. You weren't aware of where all these vents were located, but you hoped it was nothing. Maybe it was Sombra, and she managed to find her way inside and fix whatever was bothering the vent.

You stare at a couple of buttons next to her keyboard and decide to flip over to the cameras. Chica was digging through trash again as Roxy was gushing over herself in the mirror as usual. You flip to more cameras, looking over at Sun sleeping peacefully. You couldn't help but smile at the sight and before you switched over to the vents again, loud thumping is heard above your head.

You slowly look up, backing away from the desk as you call out, "S-Sombra?"

No response.

Your gut was begging you to edge away from the office, and no matter how much you trembled and how your legs felt like jelly, you approach the door. Your hand hovers above the open button, prepared to hit it once the person had made themselves known. You swallow in anticipation, watching as the vent's cover was slammed open. It was then you knew it wasn't Sombra.

You quickly make a run for it, the adrenaline rush kicking in as you made a random trip somewhere. Down the stairs, around corridors, into random rooms, anywhere to get away.

You almost make your way back to the daycare, but then found that idea foolish as that was the place you were most likely expected to run to. Your heart was pounding so fast you couldn't think, you just allowed your legs to take you away.

Finally, you land yourself at one of the closets nearby and lock it as much as you can—with a few furniture pieces blocking the door. Slowly, you edge yourself away from the door and begin to approach the cabinets and whatever was in this room. Luckily one of the first things you found was a Fazwatch. You quickly snatched it up and snapped it onto your wrist.

You check through the cameras, and the first thing you check was the daycare to make sure Sun was okay. Sure enough, he was still sleeping.

Next was Sombra, which you couldn't even begin to think where she had gone, and absolutely nothing was leading you to her.

Perhaps Freddy knew, so you began to click the button that allowed you to call Freddy to your side. It was then, the sinking realization that this was Sombra's Fazwatch had hit you. You spam the button like crazy, hissing into the watch.

"Freddy! Freddy, are you there?! I think Sombra's in trouble and something crawled out the vent in her office! Please she needs help!"

A dark chuckle erupts from above as you recognized it all too well like the silly laughter of Sun.

"Naughty girl. Naughty girl. It's past your bedtime."

You wince from where you stood as you numbly look up at the ceiling, watching as the dark animatronic lowers himself down into the room. His bright searing scarlet eyes beaded with the lust they held for you. The permanent smile carved into his face was absolutely wicked, and the way he bounced around excitedly as he realized now he had you all to himself. Finally.

" . . . I'm an insomniac. You of all people should know that—how the hell are you here! Don't you and Sun share a body?" Your breathing was rigid, and your chest was tightening up and it was becoming hard to breathe.

Moon chuckles again, something he loved to do so much. "Not anymore. I couldn't stand another second hosting a body with him anymore. After all, I can't handle being apart from you for so long! You're mine and mine only . . ." His breathing was exasperated, revealing his feral tendencies and being very unhinged in your presence. "I'm sure you've noticed, Starlight."

Of course you noticed. Sun constantly muttering to himself—or rather Moon . . . telling him to stop trying to take control, and to stop letting his thoughts intrude. You've noticed how frustrated Sun had been growing throughout the day and Moon was practically overpowering him. And now it's all led to this.

You say nothing, and Moon realizes that you're not going to say anything. "I can't take it anymore. I can't breathe, think or even live without having you there. You are all I want, and I've finally got you right where I want you."

And before you could make a run for it, Moon had flashed in front of you and slammed you up the wall, your back side of your body greeted with bursts of pain.

"And I honestly don't plan on ever letting you go."

Moon had Sun to thank for that, but he wasn't just about to let Sun in on his dark little fantasies. Closing off any unnecessary space between you two, Moon leans closer, breathing down your neck as he huskily whispers, "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting." You feel his fingers touching up on your body.

"Where's Sombra." You demand, allowing your anger to bleed out in those mere two words.

Moon tilts his head as his eyes flicker and simmer into your soul. "Wouldn't you like to know? But since I don't want you worrying and being distracted  from the gracious present, I'll tell you. She's in Monty's Gator Golf where she belongs. You see, Monty and I made a deal. Monty gets his precious sweet Sombra and in return I get to have you." He drags out his last four words that his voice almost sounds rusty.

Your eyes widen as you fought back the urge to shove him, beat him up, do absolutely anything in rage. "M-Moon, how could you . . .?! Sombra didn't have to suffer because of me! She tried to protect us!" You say with your voice shaky, causing your words to almost stutter.

"A small price to pay," Moon says dully, grasping the fabric of your clothes. "Now then, how shall I go along with your punishment?" And before you could react, Moon had ripped the Fazwatch off of you and threw it behind him to gather. He then gets on his knees, staring at your pajama pants as he grips the waistband.

You flinch as Moon moves down, and you knew running out of a situation like this was not an option.  If you did, you knew Moon would give you a punishment worse than what he was planning to do right now. So, you silently submit.

He dents his fingers down into your pajama pants as he pulls them down with ease, allowing his knuckles to caress your legs. You shiver at his touch as you could feel his crimson red eyes traveling back up to your waist as he grins at your panties. They were plain and average but he didn't care. Moon slides both his thumbs across the lower cuts to your underwear as he reaches your lower lips. His body was quivering in excitement as he couldn't wait to have you entirely.

"M-Moon, p-please don't . . ." You whimper, gasping at the freezing coldness of his fingers, wincing once you felt his fingers on that particular area of your body.

He chuckles over your protests as he quickly pulls your panties down to bunch up with your pajama pants. You could feel his breathing tickling on the surface of your clit as his tongue swarms in his mouth as he couldn't wait to taste you.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he plants his face down towards your legs and allows his tongue to swarm in between them. You couldn't help but let out a gasp as his tongue continues to brush up on your clit and feel every intricate detail there was about your secreted spot. Before you knew it, you felt something cold and wet prod into your insides as it almost fills you. Your eyes widen as a little squeak escapes your lips.

Moon's tongue lavishes all around every wall and inside of you to savor your unlimited juices for him. You tasted so good and Moon's legs were trembling with every ecstatic jolt. He was so elated with the fact that he was finally going to claim you as his tonight.

His tongue was thrusting roughly inside of you, swarming up and hitting your walls as you couldn't help but keel over and grip his shoulders, whimpering down his face. "O-Oh God, Moon!" Without thinking, you begin to sway your hips erotically to have Moon as close as possible—surprisingly his tongue felt good inside of you.

That smile of his only grew wider with the pride that was held deeply within his body. He quickens his pace while his thumb rubs at your clit and help you with drawing close to your orgasm. Everything tightened up deliciously deep inside of you as your legs were shaking uncontrollably, your stomach swelling. Before long, you came inside Moon's mouth as he savors every drop you had to offer. You release a breathy sigh of ultimate euphoria, and before you could properly recover from it, Moon had scooped you up and made his way to the red sofa in this room. His bells jingling along with every step he took.

You were too dazed from your little climax to realize that your pants and underwear slid off of you during the voyage to the sofa. Moon places you down the sofa and looks down at your clit and hole. It all made him so excited that you were wide open and wet for him, inviting Moon in.

He drags out his chuckle as his fingers rub at your clit before inserting a digit inside of you. Your eyes widen at the absurdly long length of his finger prodding inside of you. Your face grows hot as your thoughts are restless with the endless possibilities of how Moon fell for you—how lust drove him to do this to you. "Look at you, Starlight. All wet and slippery from me indulging in your heat . . ." He pumps his finger in and out, in and out, adding another finger as you cry out. He didn't give attention to one spot, he would move his fingers around and touch every little area that was missing of his touch before pumping a little faster.

You grip the end of the couch cushion tightly as Moon hovers above you, his red eyes beaming down on you, showcasing you as the star of his show. While you were squirming with his touch, Moon lowers his free hand down to your chest, his bells jingling furiously as he tears at your shirt with such ease.

Panting, you feel the cold air hit your exposed body as you stare at your bra before staring at Moon. "D-Do you really want me to be naked?" You ask, tearing at the last bits of your shirt.

Moon only nods, his little growls escape his mouth as you and him work on unfastening your bra and throwing it on the ground. You hate to admitted this, but you're glad Moon is the animatronic who grew deep dark feelings for you. You saw it coming from the moment he drew near you every time the lights went off, when he would secretly watch as you as you left the daycare.

And now it's all led to this.

Finally, Moon withdrew his fingers and tastes you off of them. He grins as he grunts under his breath with every tremble. " . . . I can't contain myself any longer, I need to be inside . . ." His rusty voice almost says at a whisper as he works with the fabric of his baggy pants and pulls them off, a wet slither moves around as your eyes widen, casting down and look at the sight of a deep ultramarine blue tentacle in place of where that should be. You didn't expect an animatronic having genitalia in the first place!

Moon catches you staring as his grin widens, beginning to rub himself in front of his eyes, causing you to throb with desire. "I'm wet for you, Starlight~." He declares as he lowers his tentacle down on top of your clit as it rubs around, sweetly making you wet before the tip moves down to your entrance, prodding itself to indulge deeply in you. You gasp as Moon's tentacle lewdly collides with your own wetness as it wriggles around deep inside you. Moon exhales happily as his hands lock with yours, his hips beginning to move with a newfound rhythm.

Your face reddens up as you were embarrassed with the wet sound of your sex, so much so that you were whimpering. "S-So dirty!" You cry out as Moon could only chuckle at your words and continue to thrust in and out of you, his tentacle swarming around and hitting delicate spots of yours when he pulled out, then pushing back inside of you.

"Yessss . . . But you love it. You absolutely love the way it rubs deep in your insides! It feels good doesn't it?" Gently, he places hands on your hips and moves your body so you're resting sideways, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he leans down towards you and allows his thrusting to become rough, his tentacle slithering around addictively.

You wince at the stretching pain that wallows in your leg as you pant, feeling his fingers rubbing on your breast, his finger and thumb pinching and twisting at your nipple. The sofa creaks with Moon's swift thrusting as your moans and his groans fill the room you're both in. Now both your legs wrap fiercely around his waist to deepen his thrusts as you both kiss, your arms wrapping around his back as your fingers dent into his back.

Moon's tentacle withdraws from being inside you as it begins to rub your clit again, moving all around to touch and make you wet. Your legs tremble at the teasing. It simply wasn't enough.

"M-Moon, please!" You cry, wanting him to fuck you with that tentacle. "Please!"

He smirks in delight of you wanting him in such a sexual way. It was such an erotic sight to see you wriggling beneath him in frustration and wanting him to be inside of you. "Please, what Starlight~?" He huskily breathes down your neck.

You whine as you numbly stroke at Moon's tentacle, attempting to get that slippery thing back inside of you.

"Please! I want you inside of me—it feels so good!" You gasp as the tip prods at your entrance teasingly.

Moon chuckles as he flips the both of you over, his right leg hanging out of the sofa as he places you on top of him. "Well? Let's see how true your words are, Starlight. Go on, mount me and ride me!" He commands.

You blush, moving yourself upward as his tentacle slithers upward to rub at your clit, causing you to tremble. He keeps his hands on your waist to avoid you from falling over as you submerge his tentacle back deep inside of you. Your loud cry of pleasure erupts as your hips begin to sway back and forth, allowing his tentacle to swim deliciously inside of you. He felt so so good inside of you that you were bouncing up and down on Moon's tentacle. You were a moaning mess as you could feel the red glow down your body and Moon was groaning with the passion of your sex.

He grips your hips tighter, potentially bruising them as he watches his goddess at work, throwing his head back and relish in the way you moved him erotically inside of you. "Come here, Starlight. Bring your body down here so I can kiss you."

You obey your beloved Moon as your bodies press against each other, his tentacle continuing to thrust in and out of you faster as you kiss him, feeling his tongue swarm into your mouth as your tongues touch each other before caressing each other. A bigger swell of pleasure grows deep inside of you as you break the kiss, practically screaming out in pleasure as Moon fiercely wraps his arms around your waist, and before either of you two knew it, your climax erupted, Moon cumming deep inside of you.

For a while, the two of you stay on the sofa as you are exhausted with the pleasure. You lay there on Moon as he watches you submit to slumber. He knew that the melatonin was kicking in the moment you began to ride him, as he grins. He couldn't help himself, he felt so good inside of you. Carefully, he gently places you down the couch. Even sleeping, you looked so beautiful, and tempting.

"Forgive me, Starlight . . . I can't contain myself."

Delicately, the animatronic begins thrusting again, groaning lowly as he loved the way your climaxes made his thrusting sloppy. The wet sound of it driving him to thrust faster as he licks at one of your breast before taking it in your mouth and sucking on it. His thrusts become rougher as the sofa thuds with every thrust, and before he knew it, he had came again, unable to continue as he laid on you for a while.

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When you woke up again, you were no longer at the room. Because of that, you thought it was all a dream. But when you sat up and were slammed with the pain that made your body sore, you knew last night was real.

The clothes on your body were new and clean as you looked around to examine where you were placed. You were back on your new bed as you quickly rush yourself out and dive into the ball pit.

Sun turns to look at you as he rushes up to you. "Hey! You're finally awake! We had to temporarily close for the day because there's a problem with the vents again." He tells you.

You climb out as you turn to look at him. "How did I get here?" You ask.

Sun tilts his head in confusion. "What do you mean, you've always been here!"

"Where's Sombra?" You ask, remembering her too.

"She's in her office if you want to see her."

You nod and rush out of the daycare and make the voyage to her office again. Never in your life have you ever ran so fast as you threw yourself in her office, relieved to see her turn to look at you.

"Oh! Thank goodness you're alright!" Sombra declares, getting up on her feet as she rushes over to you to give you a hug.

"Never mind about me, Sombra are you—" you then stare at the long sleeved clothing of hers, and sigh, realizing Monty got to her as well. " . . . I'm just glad I get to see you."

Sombra nods as she releases herself from the embrace as she takes her seat on her couch. "Guess the pizzaplex gave us both a day to recover huh?" Sombra says weakly with a nervous laugh.

Before you could even wake up properly, your phone rang. And judging by that festive tune, you knew it was Michael calling you. And when Michael called you and you didn't answer, he would just keep calling you repeatedly until you picked up your phone. That was your best friend for you. Of course you knew why Michael was calling you so early, he wasn't about to force himself awake on a day off from school and work. He would much rather be sleeping.

So what was the occasion? Your eighteenth birthday. So before the phone call went to voicemail, you tiredly answer, murmuring a simple hello.

"Good morning! Guess what today is~?" He sings mischievously as you roll your eyes, a smile daring to take your lips before you can even think.

"Saturday," you answer playfully.

"No dummy!" Michael laughs on the other end. "It's your eighteenth birthday!" He then proceeds to sing the happy birthday song as you sit there in your bed. Every word that is sung makes your face redder and redder. Michael Afton surprisingly was such a good singer. After he finished, he chuckles and adds, "Happy birthday."

"Thank you, Michael." You say lovingly as you force the tears back.

"So, what are you waiting for? Come on out!" Michael says happily.

You quickly get up out of your bed and turn to the window, looking at Michael who wore a pair of shadow sunglasses, a purple letterman jacket with black sleeves. The initials M and A were nearly conjoined. A grey T-shirt is underneath the jacket as he sports some navy jeans. His back is resting against his car.

God, he looked good.

He smiles up at you as he spoke into the phone again, "Come on out here, now! We're going out to eat some breakfast! My treat!"

Your stomach rumbles upon instinct at the mention of food and a flush of red takes your cheeks. It takes a bit for you to respond, but then you say, "Okay I'll be out in twenty minutes!"

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After dolling yourself up and choosing an outfit to wear, you exit your house and slip inside the passenger's seat of Michael's car. He smiles as he squeezes your hand, staring ahead at the road now.

"Pick your poison." Michael points to the station.

You grin as you switch it to one of your favorite stations.

"Good taste," Michael says as you giggle at his words. "So, how did the birthday girl wake up today?" He asks.

"Oh, just by my best friend singing happy birthday to me." You say as a matter of factly as you pinch his right cheek.

"What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't wake you up with my great singing skills?" He says over the top, then continuing to talk. "So! Where do you want to eat?" He asks.

You place a finger on your chin and think, but you didn't need to think because you already know what you want for breakfast. You wanted to go to that secluded homey diner that you and Michael first initially met. Sure, you two went to the same schools growing up, but you didn't start becoming friends until seventh grade.

William gave Michael fifty dollars for him and his siblings to order some food while you were there with your aunt. You recognized him from school immediately, but chose not to wave or say hi since you were afraid he wouldn't even know who you were. Your aunt noticed you staring in his direction, and gave you a smug smile, asking you if the cute boy was your crush.

As you tried to silence her and eat, it seemed he recognized you, because he went up to you and said hi. The rest was history, because now the two of you were officially eighteen, legal to do as you pleased—for the most part.

"Hmmm," you huh for a while before laughing. "You know what I'm going to say anyway."

Michael dramatically gasps. "Awww, you're going to say the Daniel Diner where we first met! Technically!"

"Yeah, technically." You respond, then watching as Michael drove through familiar areas on the road to reach there.

Today was going to be the best birthday ever, all thanks to your best friend Michael.

And what you wore underneath your clothes showed what you wanted to be gifted from Michael at the end of the night.

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Mr. Afton knew what today was. After all, his son was always anticipating this day, saving up his paychecks the closer it came to this day. Mr. Afton never questioned Michael when he was keeping a collection of presents in his closets, nor did he ask him why he was smiling so much.

It was because he knew it was your birthday, and Mr. Afton knew how much you made Michael happy so of course the boy would do whatever it took to make you happy.

"So, her eighteenth birthday is finally today." William says to himself as he sat at his desk, scribbling down in his paperwork. Today, Evan and Elizabeth would be spending it over at Henry's house. William had plans after work, and he would see to it that those plans would be fulfilled.

No doubt, his eldest son was out and about with you, giving you the whole world today. That was how Michael was, especially with you and his siblings. William planned to give you the world today too. He just had to make sure he had you alone.

As if the universe was listening to this man, he just received a text message from one of his employees declaring that they were sick, and that if they could come in. A devious grin forms at his lips as he doesn't respond to the employee right away, but messages Michael.

Son.

Yeah, dad?

I  need you to come in to work today, I just got a text from one of the employees saying they're sick.

What the hell. I already took the day off, why don't you cover the shift?

I get paid salary not hourly like you.

Fine whatever, I'm gonna be a little late. You owe me shitty old man.

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As you and Michael were both on his bed trying to play some video games, he had groaned in frustration after being on his phone for a good minute.

"What's wrong, Michael?" You ask him seeing that his mood has changed.

"Some idiot at work called in sick," he turns to give you a look that consisted of a frown and arched eyebrows. "The only person that can cover is me, so that means I'm not going to be with you until nine again . . . I'm sorry I can't give you the best birthday all the way." Michael sighed, feeling that he betrayed you.

You set your controller down his bed and crawl over to Michael, wrapping your arms around him but he doesn't hug back. You knew he felt like shit. It was Michael, and Michael loves giving you the world, so when something gets in the way of course it kills his whole mood.

"Hey, Michael. I can wait for you, and you know what? I don't have to go home until tomorrow . . ." Your cheeks turn a dark red. "I can spend some time with you later on tonight . . ." Of course, Michael didn't know what's the last present you wanted for the day, since you mostly kept it a secret. But you knew how excited it would make him.

Michael finally takes a look at you as he eases a smile on his lips. Whenever he looked at you, no matter how the day is going or how ruined it could be at this point, you managed to make it better. He moves closer to you and whispers, "I can't wait." He had his guesses, but didn't quite know what to expect for tonight.

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As you laid in Michael's bed after he had gone, you knew William would come home soon. Maybe with Evan and Elizabeth, and you could involuntarily babysit them. William was used to you hanging out here a good majority of the time, even when Michael had headed off to work. Michael liked to overcomplicate things. Such as, saying that you going back home and him picking you up at the later time was going to be hassle.

You knew there was a different reason than what he gave you.

Now that you thought about it, you were hungry. Not hungry hungry but the kind of hungry where you needed to munch on a snack. Michael had plenty of those.

So, you made the voyage downstairs, not quite sure if William was home yet, and if he was, then hopefully his two younger kids were there with him. You weren't intimidated by Michael's father, it was just that once upon a time you had a crush on the man. It was embarrassing yes, but he looked handsome, eyebrows thicker and eyes darker and sharper than Michael's.

Michael still held an innocence that William didn't, and that made you want to get closer to William. However, as the years progressed and your attempts were probably seen differently than the way you intended you stopped trying.

You swing open the fridge as you take a look at its contents, hoping Michael had bought some yogurt he liked or anything sweet. As your hand outstretches towards a cup of yogurt a voice scares you from grabbing it.

"Oh? Did Michael forget to take you home?" The rusty yet deep voice says as you shut the fridge and press your back against it.

William. Of all people, William!

You shook your head as you kept screaming internally at yourself to stop turning scarlet at the face. This was embarrassing enough already, so you didn't need the extra blush on your cheeks.

"No, Mr. Afton. I-I actually want to have a sleepover with Michael tonight, so I figured why not wait for him here!" You turn to look at the left from the kitchen—the living room—and find no happy children bouncing around and about. "No Evan or Elizabeth?" You sigh sadly.

"No, I had Henry look after them since I knew Michael would be working today, and since I'd be busy with inventory's paperwork." William explains, not removing himself from where he stood. "I didn't think you'd stay here after Michael had left, with it being your birthday and all."

"Aww, you could've asked Michael if I was going to be here—" before you could possibly end your sentence, your eyes widen at the fact he knew it was your birthday. You didn't expect him to since, precious birthdays Michael had to remind him if you were hanging out here. "Wait, you know it's my birthday today?" You ask.

"As a matter of fact, I do. You think after a couple of years of seeing my son excited on a particular day I wouldn't start to catch on and remember." William says with the rarest of smiles. "So, happy birthday."

"Thank you Mr. Afton." numbly, you scratch at your shoulder, wincing as you forgot what you and Michael did earlier today.

William noticed you scratched that particular area and winced possibly in pain as an eyebrow arches upward in suspicion. He couldn't really tell what was on your shoulder, but sees some sort of clear plastic wrap plastered on top. A sharp triangle-like shape dangles below your shirt. He squints to get a possible better look and puts two and two together.

"Is that a new tattoo?"

You swallowed hard. Just when you thought this shirt hid your tattoo good enough, you stood there frozen with guilt. " . . . No." You finally say, quickly trying to move away so you could flee to Michael's room and lock the door. You knew William would tell your parents—and your mom would freak the fuck out, regardless if you're eighteen!

William was quick to pull you back and swiftly pull your sleeve up, causing you to wince due to the deep sharp pain of the needles puncturing you from earlier. A purple heart shaped tattoo with Afton in exquisite cursive. A devious smirk spreads across his lips as he had you right where he wanted you with minimal effort. "I assume Michael got himself tattooed as well?"

"No." You say quickly. There was no way you were going to rat out your best friend to his own damn dad. "And I'm eighteen, I'm allowed to get a tattoo like this." You tell William, hoping it would get him off your case.

"Mmm, yes. Legally you are allowed to get a tattoo, but I'm afraid your mother wouldn't approve of that, would she?" He responds as a matter of factly as he continues to stare at that tattoo with his last name on the heart. "Afton, hmm? Tell me, are you that in love with my son you tattooed Afton?"

You sighed. You didn't want the question to come out in the open, so you chose to do the assumable right thing. " . . . Yeah, I'm in love with your son and thought that getting this tattoo would give him the hint." You force a smile.

William inhales sharply, and before you could interpret his next movements or try and figure out what his next words would be, you flinched as he pushes you roughly up against the wall and towers over you. Leaning close to you, your faces were inches apart from each other as you were practically trembling at this point. Your heart was pounding within your ribcage as you stare into the cold icy blue eyes of Mr. Afton. "M-Mr. Afton . . .?"

"Tell me the real reason you got yourself that pretty little tattoo and I might reconsider what I'm planning to do to you on your special day."

You swallowed. In the situation you were currently in, you couldn't fight him or run away. He would catch you anyway. You sighed as you averted your gaze from him and move your eyes down elsewhere. Without hesitation, you allow your confession to quietly slip out of your lips. "I got this tattoo because . . . Well, I have a huge crush on you." You think of the lingerie set underneath your clothes and your plan to give Michael your virginity. "Used to have a huge crush on you. I still love Michael unconditionally. We have this special bond that won't break, so . . . instead of getting your name carved into my skin and get questioned by Michael, I chose Afton."

William says nothing, and you couldn't interpret his mood right now. "It'd be a real shame if your mother found out about that tattoo."

"Please Mr. Afton, don't tell her!" You gasp.

Good. He's got you right where he wants you. Begging for him not to tell your mom.

"Oh, don't worry I won't tell her," his fingers ghost up your neck as his knuckle rubs softly in the flesh of it. "But I won't let you go off freely just because you're my son's friend, no."

Confusion floods your very being as you stare back at him. "S-Sir?"

William removes himself from being planted on you as he walks over to the couch as he takes a seat, spreading his legs. He beckons you over with two fingers waving in your direction. "Come."

You bite down your lip as the air around you felt heavy and every inch of your body was pulsating with a mixture of emotional reaction. Slowly now, you walk up to the father of your best friend, standing still as he looks up at you.

"On your knees." He commands.

You had no choice. This man now knew two of your potentially deepest darkest secrets. Your legs already felt like jelly anyway and you were struggling to stand up properly, so without further thinking you were down on your knees as quick as his command came out. You could swear you could see William's lips curl upward in a vicious victory as he leans himself forward, placing a hand on your head.

"So, you've got yourself in quite the situation, young one. Not only did you get yourself a tattoo, but you left out the detail that you've had feelings for me for a while. That's two secrets that your mother would punish you for." He reminds you.

"But I thought you weren't going to tell—"

"Now now, did I give you permission to speak?" He cuts you off as you barely shook your head. He runs a hand down your face until he cups a cheek. "I am not going to tell your mother about any of this, so long as you promise that it stays between us, and you do everything I request of you." William declares as his thumb rests on your lower lip. "Do we have a deal?"

You thought of everything that could possibly go wrong from this scenario. The little angel in you wanted to run away from being out in this situation and tell your mom because deep down, all of this shit wasn't even that bad. You weren't eighteen and pregnant with Michael's baby. You weren't doing drugs with Michael behind the restaurant. You weren't having sex with Michael—okay maybe that last one almost happened. However, the little devil chose to inhale the fresh air and make most of your choices up to now. So that fucked up part of your brain makes you say, "Okay Mr. Afton."

"Good girl," William says with a smile, the serious expression lightening up on his face. "Now." He removes his hand from being on your face and works his fingers to unfasten his belt, slinging the thing off and throwing it on the floor, the metal part of it making a loud thud! William proceeds to pull down his black dress pants and boxers to allow what laid in his pants free. Your jaw drops at the sight of him being hard and your own sexual organ couldn't help but swell up at the idea of him getting hard over you. It was all just a big dream come true.

"See what you've done to me? You've caused me to get a boner over your silly little fantasies of me." He stares at it before wrapping a hand around it and begins to stroke it right in front of you. "So then, I want you to suck it. Make me feel good."

Holy fuck, was this really happening! Ever since last week your mind had been made up. You were planning to give Michael your virginity and you lost all hope for a potential yet questionable relationship with William. But now you're just second guessing everything. Should you even do anything with Michael even though you're right here doing sexual things with his father? You didn't tell him of the whole giving your virginity to him idea, but now you were conflicted. William seemed to notice that you were lost in thought, and without warning, he grabs the back of your head and shoves you forward.

You wince as you realize your mouth was inches away from his tip and you couldn't help but tremble at the thought of having his whole erection in your mouth.

"I'm guessing this is the first time you're doing this, judging by that cute reaction of yours." He says as you nod, not wanting to confirm it verbally. So, you finally open your mouth and carefully take some of him in your mouth and you could feel the heat grow stronger on your face. You've watched plenty of porn to know how the hell to do this, but you weren't going to be stupid and take his whole length and puke your guts out. Mr. Afton knew you were a virgin, so he should expect you to be amateur to all of this. You proceed to lick around the surface of his penis, then allowing your tongue to dawdle on the tip, some of his precum had already started to cum out so you could taste it.

He chuckles darkly as he runs his fingers on the top of your head, saying lowly, "Your mouth feels wonderful, my little angel." You couldn't help but cutely smile at his words, but you knew William Afton wasn't a patient man, so you pick up the pace little by little and let his member slide into your mouth back and forth, and your throat would warn you every time it almost hit the back. William's hand on your head moves to the back of your head and proceeds to forcefully shove your head forward, guiding you to pick up the pace. You had to grip his legs in order to keep yourself balanced as you whine at the way William forcefully made you move at a quicker pace and it was almost too much to take.

"Don't throw up on my carpet now, surely you can please a man properly without fucking it up?" He rasps, beads of sweat building up on his face. "I know you can let me fuck that mouth of yours at the speed I want it." William bites down his lip to sustain a groan as he arches his head back, his knees shaking as he lets go of your head to grip the couch cushions and relish in the pleasure he was receiving from you.

Your hold on Mr. Afton tightens up as tears prick the edge of your eyes, and before you knew it, a loud groan escapes his lips followed by him cumming in your mouth. You wanted to spit it out, but the man was quick to pinch your nose and forcefully tilt your chin upward. "Not a drop escapes your mouth, you hear?" You forced yourself to swallow before wiping your mouth with the back of your arm. Mr. Afton exhales sharply as he slumped back into the sofa and waits for you to recuperate before giving you your next command.

“Take of your clothes, but leave your bra and panties on.” William declares as a cold chill spreads across your entire body as you had hoped a blowjob was all he wanted. As if he could read your thoughts, he was smirking at you. “What? You thought it would simply end at you sucking me off? You’re sorely mistaken, now take off those damn clothes.” He ends his sentence with saying your name loudly.

Shit, shit, shit. He really did want your clothes off. And now you sat there with your arms hugging yourself and staring down at the ground, wanting it to open up and swallow you whole. You’d rather that happen than for William to stare at the purple and black themed lacy lingerie set that hid under your clothes. The lacy lingerie set that you bought to fuck Michael . . .

“What’s the matter? Scared of William looking at your body? You shouldn’t be,” without warning, the man hoists you up from your feet and drags you close to him with his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, settling you down the couch. Before you could fight with him, William was quick to pin your wrists above your head with one of his hands. “Because I’m capable of doing much more to you than just staring at your body.”

William’s other hand was quick to rip up that shirt of yours with the hidden brute strength he had, and as the fabric of the shirt tore down your waist panic was already flooding and making your heart pound obnoxiously. William quickly catches his jaw before it drops as he stares at every fucking lacy and sexy detail to this purple and black themed lingerie. The way it spotlights your breasts and barely hid your nipples behind fishnet patterns. He swallows as his hand then fiercely tugs down the last clothing item that hid your legs and true to his suspicions it was a whole set you were wearing.

“Tell me something,” William says in a very low tone that was almost predacious. “Were you planning to fuck my son as your last birthday present?” His eyes rip away from staring at your lingerie as they match up against your eyes.

Bingo. Mr. Afton was so smart.

“Y-Yes . . .” You squeak as you watch William lower his face close to yours and whisper into the nape of your neck.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Mind repeating that for me again?”

“Yes, Mr. Afton yes!” You say with much more volume this time that you swear that your voice echoes in the living room.

“Yes what? I’m sorry, you could be saying yes to anything!” He childishly comments as you knew this prick was tormenting you because of the very fact you wore this for Michael. That you went into a lingerie store and spent your hard earned money on this for a night of birthday sex that also happened to be your first time too.

You inhale deeply as you squeeze your eyes shut. There was no way you were going to look at William as you said these next words. It would be too humiliating. “Yes, Mr. Afton! Yes I bought this lingerie set with my money from my paycheck! Yes I planned on giving my virginity to Michael tonight! Yes I wanted to fuck Michael on my birthday!” You answer every question he would possibly throw.

William says nothing but proceeds to pull off your clothes off of you, leaving you in that damn lingerie set as he picks you up in his arms and storms through his house and up you go the stairs.

The man was absolutely feral, anger surged through his body to even think of Michael getting to fuck you and do the things William was doing right now to you. He wanted absolutely no one to have you, and he was going to make that absolutely clear to you on your special day.

Before you could say anything or protest with William, he threw you down his bed as you took seconds to look around and stare at such an average bedroom, so you figured it was the master bedroom. William hovers over you as he then attacks your neck with harsh kisses that trail around your neck and then down to the beginning of your breasts. You were already a squirming mess down the bed as you couldn’t fight him. He had already won the battle as it started earlier in the kitchen.

He grins at you already losing it, and gives you a quick kiss on your lips, probably it was your first kiss and that much turned William on again. While he purposely had you distracted with a kiss, his fingers brush up on your waist and tug at the waistband of your panties and pull them down as you wince in reaction to now having your core exposed. William breaks the kiss in order to completely pull those panties off and throw them on the floor. One of your legs moves over on top of the other one. William grins as he grabs your legs and forcefully spreads your legs apart, staring at everything between your legs.

"Look at you, already soaked from letting me fuck your mouth. Probably my words leaving a mark on you as well." he says a matter of factly.

"N-No, Mr. Afton!" You sheepishly argue but it was no use in doing so. It's not like he wasn't going to believe you anyway.

"From here until the moment you cum, I want you to say William. No more Mr. Afton, because after today we are no longer doing with the formalities. You're mine now." He brushes a finger across your clit, causing you to gasp at his movements and the scarlet red that flooded your cheeks darkened with his words. With his thumb, he prods it into your entrance, though doesn't shove it in. "I bet it'll hurt when I finger your little virgin hole."

"P-Please, don't . . ." You rasp, remembering how once upon a time you tried fingering yourself and how it hurt.

William's smug expression makes it known how much he bathes in your cries as he pulls his thumb away and pushes a finger in delicately. "I'm sure you should be able to handle one finger." His finger touches up on your wet heat as he feels up on your walls, feeling how absolutely delicate you feel.

"W-William, it hurts . . ." You wriggle on the bed as you grip the bed sheets. No matter how much it hurt though, you couldn't help but stare at the man at work on your body.

"That's not the only thing that's going to hurt, love." He enlightens you, but he knew you knew everything was going to hurt—since you planned on giving it up sweetly to Michael. Now, William was the one who was going to break you and it certainly wasn't going to be sweet.

William's finger slides in at a slow pattern, resisting the urge to slip in a second finger as he then shoves it all the way in and curls it up, your cries growing louder and bouncing off the walls. God, you were so tight, and he couldn't wait until he had his penis inside of instead. He moved his finger to touch you everywhere, and when he knew you were trembling harder than you were before, it was a spot that particularly hurt more than the other spots. So, in order to make you slippery for him, he rubs at your clit again, delicately in order to work with those bundle of nerves.

Your back arches upward, relishing in the way he rubs your clit. "Oh!! Oh William!" You moan as his finger felt good rubbing at your bud. You knew that this would make you cum more than the fingering right now. William was going to make sure he would buy something special for you later on this week. He picks up the pace once he hears you turn into an absolute moaning mess.

Finally, you cry out with the orgasm that seeps its way out of you. Your stomach and legs pulsate with your orgasm as William removes his digit, inspecting your slippery juices escaping and he grins deviously. You were finally ready for him.

Of course, with the time limit William now had—picking up Evan and Elizabeth and having Michael come home—he had to fuck you. He had to fuck you now. "I'm terribly sorry, birthday girl, but I've gotta make you mine before Michael does." William says, doing away with his own clothes as he leaves you in your lingerie.

You said nothing—how could you say anything in such a bittersweet moment like this? You got your birthday wish come true.

You stare at William's naked body, every scar from whatever he gained it from, to the dark chicory locks of his hair that were unkempt and messy. And those eyes that you could never read. He stares back at you, easily able to read every dark and dirty detail you had to offer. Now he had you all to himself in his own bedroom.

William proceeds to lower himself down towards you, giving himself a good rubbing before angling his tip at your entrance. You shiver in anticipation, your heart pounding as William kisses your lips, then pushing himself in, struggling to get his member to adjust inside of you.

You wince, trying your hardest to kiss back, but it felt as if you were being ripped in half! The pain of being deflowered made the tears that dared come out earlier now rush down your cheeks. Of course William would know about the first time, so he resisted the urge to start moving. It took everything in his power to not fuck you senselessly—there would be time for that. He breaks the kiss to hear your soft cries of being broken by him. You keep your hands on his back as you carefully adjust your knees to be bent.

"How's it feel, birthday girl?" He asks as he nuzzles his face into your neck, then licking down to your chest. Twirling the straps of your lingerie, he lowers it down to reveal your breasts. He licks his lips at the sight of them.

"H-Hurts," you quietly confess. William rubs at your left breast and then licks the other's nipple. You couldn't help but moan at his sweet touch at your breasts.

"Let me know when I can move." He whispers huskily as he continues to lick your nipple before popping your breast into his mouth, sucking on it as you shiver.

Once the pain slowly dies down, you sigh softly, "Please move again . . ." William grins, and before you could say anything else, he was already pounding into you mercilessly. You could feel his thick member sliding in and out of you, wet with your fluids. You were taken aback by his thrusting that you wrap your legs around his waist tightly, your moans escaping your lips. "Ahhh, ahhh! Yes William! Oh God!"

William raises your hands above your head as he tangles his fingers with yours, huffing as you he loved how tight your virgin walls felt. "That's it, let your screams and moans out! It's just the two of us!"

You toss your head back in pleasure, your breasts bouncing with every thrust William was giving you. The sound of skin slapping and your wet fluids mixing with William's bring you over the edge. God, it was your first time, but with William fucking Afton! No doubt this man would make you scream and overstimulate you days on end from here on out.

"W-William!" You cry out, greeted by William sinking his teeth into your soft skin as the heat of your sex grows higher and higher, and you fear you won't be able to last long. "I think I'm—oh! I'm ah!! Cumming!"

To your words, William quickens the pace as his thrusting becomes violent and rough, and finally you came. William was far from his climax, so regardless of how exhausted you felt, he kept going. He kept riding out his euphoric high until he came deep inside of you.

After he finished inside of you, he collapsed on top of you. You run your fingers through the back of his hair and close your eyes, knowing that laying in bed with him like this would be temporary. Soon, Evan Elizabeth and Michael would be home. With your birthday cake ready and singing happy birthday to you as if you didn't get fucked by their father.

William rolls off of you as he laid beside you, catching his breath as he runs a hand up his tousle of hair. "You're not allowed to fuck anyone else aside from me, is that clear?"

A blush aflames your cheeks. Guess the original plan was never going to happen now, but you got your birthday wish.