Bonnie x Foxy nsfw that I wrote around the same time as that Glasgow thing (so a year ago) Anyway there’s a little blood and mentioned dub-con and Bonnie’s all over it (a bit unfinished bc like I said it was a whole year ago) I also can’t decide if they’re robots or not idk
“Foxy–!”
Bonnie bit his hand, the other supporting his weight against the concrete wall behind Foxy’s cove. The Pirate continued to rock his hips forward without any restraint, chest flush against Bonnie’s back, leaning forward into his neck. If his dick wasn’t enough then Bonnie could get off just listening to the profane muttering right up against his ear. Who knew a pirate who entertained kids could be so good at dirty talk?
Foxy slowed his thrusts, going deeper and harder while telling him how hot and tight it was. If he hadn’t been biting the curtain Bonnie would have come right then and there. He had to keep his voice down. Freddy was on the prowl after the night guard started complaining about noise after hours. Usually management would chalk it up to the animatronics wandering around, as they were prone to do. But this time the sound seemed to come mainly from Foxy’s Cove, and sounded suspiciously like something strictly against pizzeria rules.
Freddy had finally decided to put his foot down on the matter. Anyone found breaking the rules after hours would be subject to whatever punishment Freddy deemed appropriate. Despite his cheery disposition, Freddy was a force to be reckoned with when he found a serious rule breaker.
Fear, however, wouldn’t stop a rabbit from getting some if he was horny.
“Fuck--wait, I--!”
Bonnie let go of the curtain, only just thinking of what he could have been putting in his mouth. Foxy’s good hand hit the wall next to Bonnie’s head, the other going by muscle memory to the bun’s hip before Foxy could stop himself.
When the tip of his hook broke through the skin Foxy staggered to a stop. Bonnie had ceased moving completely, breathing heavy, still in the moment.
“I-I–”
“Why’d you stop..?”
“..?”
Bonnie moved his hand, gripping the edge of the hook and thoroughly surprising the pirate. The hook moved deeper into his hip, drawing a fresh stream of blood as well as an enthusiastic moan from Bonnie. Foxy couldn’t bring himself to move away, too worried and too caught up in trying to understand what was happening. The bun started grinding against him as one hand held the hook in place, he peered back at Foxy as best he could, urging him to move. Seeing his enthusiasm to continue gave Foxy an enlightening feeling of arousal, and, checking his hands, the fox went back to thrusting.
Bonnie was in his own world now, eyes rolling back in his head and barely able to keep his voice in check. Foxy alone was incredible, he knew what he was doing, knew all the right places to touch, but the hook was an incredible bonus. Pain, as Bonnie had found out during a similar escapade with Freddy, was just one of Bonnie’s many kinks.The bear had reacted similarly to the situation, wanting to stop at first, worried, but Bonnie was having none of it, refusing to stop, absolutely euphoric.
“Foxy, I’m gonna come...”
Foxy was back into his rhythm again, this tie taking a moment to twist the hook in Bonnie’s side between thrusts. He could feel electricity dancing up along his spine with every thrust. As much as Bonnie wanted to let go, he remembered just at the very back of his mind what Freddy would do to them if they were caught.
...What would he do?
The thought was more exciting than Bonnie expected. Freddy wasn’t much of a violent man, but he could prove his position. He was forceful. And Bonnie had no trouble imagining Freddy forcing him against a wall, or maybe a desk, ripping his clothes off and tying his hands behind his back. Shoving his dick in, fucking him dry, gagging him so he couldn’t scream–
“Fuck–!”
Eyes wrenched shut, Bonnie came harder than he’d expected. He felt like he could fly off the face of the earth, pushing his hips back up against Foxy. The pirate didn’t take very long to get there himself, coming hard in the tight heat around his cock. In a few pumps Bonnie had milked him dry, holding the wall to keep himself from collapsing.
After a few moments of breathing in each others air, they separated. Foxy carefully pulled his hook away, causing another shiver down Bonnie’s spine. He turned to kiss the pirate after pulling him in like he was desperate. Foxy awkwardly found a position for his hand just above Bonnie’s hip.
“Yer alright?”
Bonnie took a breath after pulling away.
“I’m fine, why?”
Wordlessly, Foxy peered down to the fresh wound in Bonnie’s side. The bun didn’t seem to notice it anymore.
“Oh, it’s fine. It felt good.”
“Freddy’ll notice, won’t he?”
“No problem. I’ll tell him I hurt myself while I was sleepwalking.”
“You figure he’ll believe that?”
“Foxy I promise you it’s alright.”
It was not alright.
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