Springtrap X Reader

DISCLAIMER

This is straight-up smut so be warned...

You had Springtrap bent over your desk panting while your explorative hands grappled at his waistline. He had a surprisingly nice figure you noted will grinding into him.

After the ventilation systems were handled, all of Springtraps pent-up desires had come to break the fragile dam you had cracked earlier from riling him up.

He damn near forced the idea on you, but you also weren't exactly about to refuse.

Something about him was very enticing, maybe it was because he was any furry's dream, and besides nobody but you would find out anyway, right?

Each time your hands smoothed over his waistline and thighs, his tail twitched.

It was cute.

"Hurry up!" He growled.

His pleads were pointless.

He looked like a bitch in heat ready to be mercilessly bred until he couldn't walk and you wanted to savor that sight. So after a tantalizingly slow tease, you pulled his pants down too his legs and spread him open.

His shaft hung between his thighs below his balls, it looked nothing like humans, it was pointy and ribbed with a knot at the base and very slimy,

Above it was his hole. It was rather normal in comparison, and the same color as his shaft.

Springtrap gingerly spread his legs and wordlessly begged you in a single gaze for your contact.

You obliged him and finally grasped his shaft slowly pumping it in your hand.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned.

It felt firm, yet squishy and very slimy in your hand, it was jarring but enjoyable.

"Is this good?" You asked while picking up the pace.

"YES!" He moaned.

The office was filled with his soft moans and occasional 'fuck' and 'oh fuck' which began to overwhelm your self-control.

Before Springtrap was able to finish, you released his throbbed member and observed your soaked hand for a moment.

"W-why'd you sto-?" Springtrap attempted to ask through a thick pant before being cut off from you plunging your thoroughly lubed finger into his unexpecteding hole without warning.

Springtrap tensed with a gasp.

"We need to warm you up still, I don't want to hurt you." You smirked.

You hated it when you hurt your partners, and always took your time getting their bodies used to it before you had done anything. It was out of respect, and you wanted them to enjoy it as much as you did.

"Nrgh! Y-you, don't need to worry about t-that!" Springtrap said as your finger toyed with his prostate.

"You sure?"

"Yes!" He exclaimed through a moan as you pulled your finger out.

Quickly, you pulled your pants down past your thighs feeling the cool air against your backside and the hot air Springtrap seemed to radiate against your front.

You grasped his member and stroked it a few times before you released him and covered your own in his juices before slowly lining up and plunging into him.

"You're b-bigger than I thought y-you'd be." " Springtrap moaned loudly as his walls tightened around the sudden intrusion that hurt a lot more than he expected.