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as always, your parents were quick to dismiss your desire to attend university. one excuse after another lead to you ultimately giving up, knowing that you'd never be able to make it without their support first. you had tried getting jobs in the summer and saving money, only having to give all that money to family when someone had passed away, or when family overseas were struggling. it was an uphill battle with your heart and mind, knowing that you were raised that way, your parents bending over backwards to provide for family struggling back home, but you wanted to enjoy the money you were earning too. was that too selfish to ask? and when did they ever help you? was your family the most well off? you scoffed at the thought. sometimes life was a struggle. you could see it in your parents' faces. imagine dedicating your life to working for family that you don't see much. where does the money go?
you felt anger seeping into your chest, and you took a deep breath. looking towards the motorway, you turned up the radio, hoping it would distract your thoughts. for a time, it worked, the faint sound of the radio host speaking cheerfully about the new songs that have come out recently. nicki minaj had dropped two singles in the span of a fortnight--her songs were playing on the radio basically everyday, but you didn't mind. bussin was a really good song, but probably not to drive to. then the radio host started speaking about a new franchise that was opening a few locations across the country. “fazbear entertainment.” you’d never heard of it before.
“there will be a grand opening for the main pizzaplex in the coming months! there has been a lot of discussion about it online, but i'm pretty excited about it. they've been advertising for a while--and the pictures look really good! they’re also going to have..what are they called? mascots? …ani? oh! animatronics! that's so cool right? and it's going to be as big as a mall! there are going to be smaller locations peppered around the country as well, so keep your eyes peeled to see if one happens to be in your area!” you took the exit leading home, thinking about the pizzaplex. “wonder where it is.” you thought aloud. your phone dings, a message coming through. you're driving, so you pull over. your phone starts ringing.
“hello?” you say, hooking up your phone to the radio so you could drive whilst talking. “sorry i knew you were driving, but i just wanted to ask you something real quick.” your best friend waited for your response. you started driving. “yeah? what is it?” they sigh. “so, i have a job at this new place and i was wondering if you could drop me off to work tomorrow?” “yeah sure. what happened to your car?” you start laughing, knowing what happened but just wanting them to say it again. “ugh, you know what i did, i crashed it.” “crashed it where?” “you’re walking on thin fucking ice.” you start laughing, taking a left towards your street. “yeah i can come pick you up, when do you start working?” “i start at midnight but you can drop me there earlier so i can get to know people. the place looks huge as well so i need to get to know the place.” wait a second.
“wait..where do you work?” “oh at that new pizzaplex that's opening in a few months. they were hiring online and i got accepted. i'm a night shift security guard.” “congratulations! do they have any openings?” you replied sarcastically. “i can check if you're being for real.”
of course they can. “uh yeah sure why not.” you knew they would, your best friend had more confidence than they needed. (except when it comes to asking for extra mayo on their sandwich. which you had begrudgingly asked for them--multiple times.) “okay, when do you want me to come over?” “i start work tomorrow! it's kind of like a tour for new employees so… maybe i can ask if they have any openings for you then.” even though you knew that thoughts of going to uni were in vain, you still had a glimmer of hope.
the day came around. you and your friend decided to go out together for coffee before dropping them off. whilst talking about life and many deep topics, you found yourself asking if you could come inside with them. you were curious about the pizzaplex, and your friend was over the moon at the suggestion. “omg! yes! let's go!” you both also went shopping together, going to different shops and buying clothes and fun things. your friend brought a ring that looked like it had a penis engraved on it. you laughed and told them they should propose with it. they agreed. carrying the shopping to the car and going out to eat, the day ended with the familiar summer sunset. february was around the time where it was blistering hot, but today was more forgiving. the light wind pairing with the hazy orange hues of the sun finishing off, letting night seep in.
you both arrived at the pizzaplex early, around 7pm. it was huge. you wondered if your friend would be allocated a certain spot because surely it would be impossible to deal with the entire building. “maybe they will have a job offer cause this place is huge! holy cow.” you muttered an agreement to your friends' banter.
walking towards the grand entrance, you were both greeted by a boy--seemingly in his twenties, waiting outside. he was wearing a purple button up with black pants. the uniform, you had guessed. your best friend smiled, you knew they were excited to wear the uniform. he wore a badge. “jeremy f.” it read. “hi, i'm j-jeremy. a-are…you both employees here?” your best friend nodded. “i am! my best friend here isn't though. is it okay if i bring them in with me?” “o-oh..i’m sorry but we don't allow the general public inside before the opening…” your friend folded their arms, and sighed.
“is everything okay?” your best friend whips their head around at the sound of the man's voice. he looked like he was the boss. He was wearing a black suit, with a purple tie and white shirt. immediately you knew that once you and your friend got in the car, you both were going to chat up a storm about him and how hot he was. that uniform was doing favors as well. you tried not to stare, but your best friend let their eyes roam his body. you placed a hand under their chin, lifting their jaw up. you smiled at them. “don't start drooling now, he looks like your boss.” you whispered to your friend, making them giggle.
“e-everything is fine, mr. afton. i was…just explaining to this new employee that they can't…um.. bring their friend inside the pizzaplex.” jeremy seemed to be very nervous around the man, which you couldn't fault him for. he was extremely authoritative, even without trying. his posture was stoic, his hair tousled meticulously behind his ear. the man smiled, making your throat dry. your best friend--who also happens to work for the guy--grabbed your hand and squeezed it. usually that means “i'm scared” but this hand squeeze was “i’m horny please get me out of here before i do something i regret.”
you squeezed back “me too..me too.”
“it’s fine. you are f/n, yeah?” his accent was undeniably english, his words thoughtfully pushed out with every syllable. your best friend smiled widely, trying not to show any nerves. “i’m flattered (and surprised) that you know me by name, mr. afton.” they say. the man hums, his lips curved into a warm smile. “well, i hired most of the employees myself, so i have seen your résumé .” the way he pronounced everything was addicting. stop getting off to his accent you weirdo! that thought was enough to ground you back to reality. your friend's hand was getting sweaty. mr. afton straightened his tie. “i trust that you and your friend will be responsible whilst in my establishment, yes?” they nodded, before they elbowed you to nod also. “yes, sir.” you said, shakily. the man looks at you, with a look in his eye you couldn't quite describe.
jeremy looks at your friend and smiles, giving their badge to them. “o-oh, i think me and you signed up for the same role, b-but he ended up giving it to both of us.” the boy smiled, his brown eyes looking unsure. poor thing probably didn't talk to people that often. you knew they'd have a lot of fun with your extraverted best friend. f/n had the tendency to pull in the quiet types.
walking inside, you see a glimpse of the boss. he seems to be speaking to another man, who looked nothing like him. mr. afton was a professional man, charismatic--hard-working, the world was in his hand. on the tip of his fingers, he had everybody around him tied. the other man seemed warmer, more family oriented. the man held a little girl on his arm. you assumed that was his daughter. does mr. afton have any children? you wondered to yourself, but quickly shut those thoughts down. you had to behave yourself, your best friend worked here, and you didn't want to ruin this for them.
“oh my god, is mr. afton hot or what?” your best friend whispered into your ear. they adjusted their uniform. “when did you get changed?” you said, looking at their newly pressed uniform. “oh i just wore the purple button up underneath my jacket.”
you had to agree with your best friend on that one. mr. afton would be very interesting to work for, that's for sure. idly looking, the man looks back at you and waves. you wave back, trying not to look embarrassed. your friend bumps your shoulder. “ooh he caught your staring!”they mused. “i wasn't staring!”
you followed your best friend close behind as they walked into the pizzaplex. “holy shit.” you say, looking around.
“language.” a man says, placing a hand on your shoulder. you jolt at the sudden contact. the man laughs. “sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you.” your best friend stands there silently, smirking and raising their eyebrows. “god can we switch bodies right now?” “oh my god f/n shut up.” you say, embarrassed. they giggle and keep walking, knowing full well their boss heard what they said. you followed closely behind them, not wanting to lose them. you grab their shirt hem, to hold onto so that you know where they are. mr. afton notices, and raises an eyebrow.
“are you two…?” you immediately let go of their shirt. your best friend giggles, embarrassed. “no, no. we're just friends that met in intermediate. we’re pretty touchy. well, me most of the time.” they wrap their arms around your waist and pull you into a hug. their hugs were always very full. even though this hug was merely an example. “we aren't dating or anything.” the boss hums, approving the example. he looks at your best friend. he looks…unhappy? upset? … mildly inconvenienced. your best friend immediately got the message and let go of you.
“sorry! he’s single by the way.” “ f/n stop that.” “i thought that's why he--!”
you put a hand on their mouth. they shut up, and then licked the palm of your hand. “you're so gross.” “stop dropping the soap for my boss.” “f/n!”
mr. afton watches, amused. you walked away from them, trying to make distance between yourself and the man. even though you were head over heels, you had decorum. adjusting your shirt, you stood straight, looking at the entrance.
“i think i should probably get going.” you said, no longer wanting to see the rest of the pizzaplex anymore. your friend pouts. “what? why? didn't you want to come inside?” you wanted to, but you weren't sure about whether you'd be able to keep yourself together. ‘ugh come in, don't be a baby.” they said, dragging you by the arm. you groaned. “fine! but i need to go to the bathroom.” you say, walking off towards the bathroom doors on the left of the entrance. “oh is that why you wanted to leave? need relief because of my smoking hot boss?” they said, smirking at you. they were right. but did they have to say it in a public place?
you just rolled your eyes and left them to their own devices. almost immediately, you see them talking to another boy who worked there. opening the bathroom door, you walked in and turned the sink tap on. letting the water run through your hands, you cupped some and splashed your face. you weren't hot or anything, but--
“oh. there you are.” you nearly banged your head into the mirror. you straighten yourself up, your face still wet. “sorry. i was looking for you to ask a few questions.” you nodded, grabbing paper towels out of the dispenser. “of course, sir. go ahead.” the man adjusts his tie. “please call me william.” you smiled. “alright, william.”
walking back out the bathroom with him, you were sort of disappointed. not that you expected anything to happen with him in there, but you ended up scolding yourself for thinking of relieving yourself in a public bathroom. am i really attracted to this guy? you thought. looking ahead of you, you see him walking. trying not to let your eyes wander, he turns his head. “come into my office.” he instructs. you follow close behind.
“michael.” he gets the attention of a boy around your age. he comes walking. “please show f/n around the pizzaplex. i saw you speaking to them earlier.” michael nodded and left. following the man into his office, you realised how tall he actually was. you were only up to his collarbone. his office looked lavish, but you weren't sure if he knew anything about interior decorating. he invited you to sit on the black sofa that was facing his desk. behind him was a huge window looking out towards the outside of the pizzaplex. in the distance you could see the city.
he sat on the swivel chair, manspreading. why would you do this to me. you cursed under your breath.
“i overheard you and your friend outside talking about working here,” he started. you immediately started sweating. is this a job interview?
“you expressed interest in working here. is that true?” he says, crossing his arms. you nod silently, not sure of whether you should speak or not. “alright. well, your friend was a pretty good catch. good cv. i would assume the same for you?”“yes..sir.” you said quietly.
“william.” he corrected. you immediately apologised, and he smiled. “you may have to work on the way you take banter.” he says, observant. i have the most talkative best friend in the world, i'm used to banter but you’re just really hot. he looks at you, eyebrow raised.
“is that so?” he says. i did not just say that out loud.
afton’s gaze pierced into you. “william! i’m so sorry i didn't mean-!” the man just laughed, not taking his eyes off you. “oh no, no you're fine. i love honesty.” you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. the man stood up and moved his chair to the front of his desk, sitting in front of you.
“i trust that you would be a wonderful employee.” he started, looking at you.
you looked back at him, carefully studying him a little more. his eyes were a piercing silver. his skin was porcelain smooth, your eyes travelling down to his arms that were folded. he had taken off the blazer he was wearing, revealing his arms. his shirt wasn't buttoned all the way up. you took a deep breath, looking back into his eyes. he’s smiling at you.
“are you good at following directions?” afton asks, hand on his chin. you nod.
his eyes look towards the door. he points to it. “go ahead and lock that door for me. consider this your job interview starting.” you stand up, walking towards the door. you could walk out right now and run to your car. or…you can take the job. you lock the door. taking a long breath, you make your way to the couch. he grabs your wrist before you sit down. you look at him, and using his other hand, he points down.
“sir…i don't know what you're-” you say. william guides your hand toward his crotch. your breath hitches. he’s hard.
“kneel.” he softly says.
you almost trip with how fast you got on your knees. you wipe your mouth, almost drooling. he notices, obviously. he runs his hand through your hair, looking at you in a way you haven’t been looked at before.
he beckons you to unbuckle his pants. your hands work the belt undone. you smiled a little. f/n would die if i told them what i'm doing right now.
his cock almost springs out from his underpants. you try not to sigh, but you immediately take him in your mouth. he sighs. a deep grumble resonates through your eardrums. he raises an arm to his mouth, trying to suppress any noise. his breaths only fueled your confidence, until you completely took him into your throat. his dick pressed into the back of your throat. he leans back, his breathing staggered. you fasten your pace and he stops you.
“d…don’t do that.” he says, his eyes cloudy. you felt a surge of warmth travel down to your dick. the way he was breathing, did you really feel that good? did you make mr. afton feel that way? you suppressed a whimper. your dick was pressing against your pants.
he runs his hand down your face. “what a good boy.” he praises, making your dick even harder.
afton pats your thigh, asking for consent to undo your belt buckle. you nod, seeing your dick push against the fabric. he takes off your pants, rubbing the bulge. your legs buckle a little, as you quickly raise your hand to bite down. even though the door was locked, you were sure that anybody would be able to hear what was going on. he pulls you by your buckle, making you gasp. trying not to trip onto him, you adjust your stance. he stands up, his lips close to yours. he grins.
“hi.” he whispers. you take a breath in. “hi…” you mumble back. he sits on the couch, and pats his lap.
“sit.” you oblige, as he pulls your pants down a little bit. his big hands wrap around your hips, sitting you down. he cups a hand under your chin.
“spit.” he directed. you were hesitant. his other hand reaches around and guides your chin down. you spit into his hand. “mmm…what a good boy. just for me.” he whispers, making your neck shiver. you could feel his breaths on your neck, and the rise and fall of his chest. he reaches carefully down to your throbbing dick and slicks your spit all over it. you suck in a moan. closing your eyes and leaning into his chest, he starts to slowly jerk off your dick. afton purrs sweet nothings into your shoulder, as his pace starts to quicken. your body jerks forwards with the sudden speed, your breathing laboured. as much as you were trying to suppress any sound, little sighs and hums escaped your lips. moving on his lap, you felt him go hard again.
as his pace gets faster, you feel a knot in your stomach. “w-william…” you trailed off, trying to concentrate. his pace didn't get any slower. you moved your hips against his leg, making him shudder. “oh, love. don't do that.” he says, his voice strained. you knew he didn't want you to stop.
you were close. “william! please don't stop. please!” you say, gasping. “cum for me, y/n. go on. atta boy.” he says, gripping your thigh tightly with his other hand. you tried to catch your breath, but your orgasm came crashing down. he continues to jerk you through your high. he raises his hand towards your chin, now covered in your cum. you got the message and licked everything off of his fingers. he wraps his other hand around your neck, pushing you onto his chest. laying back, you see his eyes on you.
“you’re so beautiful.” william says. thumbing the tip of your dick, you whimper against him. he smelt faintly of lavender. you started moving your hips again, making his breath hitch. but that proved to not be enough for the man, as he stood up, laying you down on the couch. he pulls your pants all the way down, making you feel exposed. your eyes fluttering shut, you feel afton’s hands caress your sides. now on top of you, he rubs the inside of your thigh.
“may i?” he looks at you, almost lovingly. you nod.
“i need you to say something, darling.” he says, rubbing lazy circles with his thumb on your dick. you manage to breathe out a desperate “yes.” making him smile.
you feel his dick line up with your entrance. taking a deep breath, you braced for it. he grabbed your hips, and guided you down. immediately you felt your body shoot with pain, making you involuntarily moan. he leaned his head back, choking with pleasure. his deep, sultry voice almost pushed you towards the edge again, as he starts to pick up a steady pace. the sounds coming out of your mouth were enough to make him go faster-- deeper into you. it was hard to breathe, as you felt his dick stretch your walls.
the sounds of your moans filled the room. little sighs, whimpers and obscenities left your lips as your eyes closed. william took that as an invitation to fuck even deeper into you. you almost screamed at the sudden thrust, but that only made him want you more. now jerking off your dick with one hand, and holding your hip with the other, he continued to fuck into you. “taking it so well…mmm.” he breathes out, his praise making your walls clench down on him.
he sighs, sweat starting to form on his forehead. “oh love, i think i'm...” you whimper, wanting him to cum inside you.
he jerks off your dick faster, making your throat hurt from the moans that were leaving your mouth. you felt dizzy, you couldn't breathe.” he continues to pick up his pace, his hips ramming in between your legs. you felt his dick twitch, his breathing laboured. “oh…fuck.” his voice rumbles deep within your core. you were close too. “please…” you begged.
“i’m going to cum.” he says, almost sounding like he was begging. “please…william…’ you say. “cum…inside m-- ah!” his thrusts were long and hard. he clenches your waist, his thumb deep in your skin. “i’m gonna--” with one final thrust, he cums. you feel the knot in your belly tighten, as your walls tighten. you came shortly after, his hands relentlessly jerking you off.
still trying to take your breath, william climbs off of you. he kisses your forehead.
“you did so well, love. you’re hired.”