#scott why

what the fuck scott

Why

Bein’ pulled back into the FNAF franchise be like-

Of course the clothes get in the way, so he only teases you a little bit before stopping, leaving that aching need of continuous touching as you whine for more. He only laughs kindly in your need.

The man gets on top of you, holding you down gently as he leans down to kiss you, drawing you in.. you press on for more, but he leaves you yet again to trail his kisses down your chin and to your neck. You feel them lighten a little before you feel a bite. It’s not hard and it certainly isn’t rough either, it’s like a dog giving you a playful nip.

He continues, his hands once again wondering again, one up to your head, gently tugging at your hair as the other goes down again, undoing every button it finds in its way till it stops at your belt, skillfully undoing it with a fick of his wrist before undoing your pants as well.

He stops there for a moment, stoping everything but his hand on your head. He looks up to you, looking over your needing form, “do you mind..?” He asks in rough.. but yet smooth voice, eyes momentarily looking down at your crotch before back to your face.

You can’t say anything, you’re a speechless writhing mess already, embarrassed about how your body was reacting, how you are ever incased in this warming heat that fills your body and making you feel better than ever before. You only nod, hands making their way to your face as you mutter nonsense.

He chuckles a bit, getting in close as his mouth finds your ear, he bites it gently as he breathlessly commands for an actual answer, he couldn’t do anything without a confirmation, without a word saying that he could go on.

You bite your lip as you go on, forcing out the words that only cause your embarrassment to further into an arousing state, “yes...” you force out and he raises an eyebrow,

“yes what?” He asks as he traces over your scars, causing little moans and gasps to escape as your face burns as red as it’s ever been.

“Yes.. please” you plead with a need very much evident in your voice, causing the other to yet again laugh at how cute you were.

Satisfied with your answer, he gets off of you and moves his hands back down to your pants, removing them swiftly, leaving you now in only your unbuttoned shirt, underwear and stockings. He admires you for just a few seconds before leaning down and taking your underwear off with his mouth, letting out a satisfying hum as he again looks at you with a smile.

He starts to caress your feet, then your ankles and so on, keeping your stockings in place, he liked them, so why remove them when they only added another texture?