You're so engrossed in washing dishes that you don't hear the front door open and close. Nor do you hear the lazy footsteps enter the kitchen and walk up behind you. So, it's only natural for you to let out an ear shattering scream when two, strong hands land on your hips. You whip around, plate in hand, ready to attack whatever intruder dared to enter your home. Instead of coming face-to-face with a vicious intruder, your eyes land on an orange hoodie. You look up slightly to see your bonefriend grinning back down at you, quite proud of himself for scaring you.

"Calm down babe, it's just me," his lazy voice sends a shiver up your spine, which he smirks at. You glare up at him and thrust the plate in his hands before turning back to the sink full of dishes. You let out an angry huff as you plunge your hands back into the sudsy water.

"You jerk, you nearly scared me to death!" You mumble, scrubbing at a cup furiously. Papyrus sets the plate you handed him down in the draining board before reclaiming his spot behind you.

"I didn't mean to rattle your bones. Why don't ya let me make it up to you, baby?" he breathes in your ear, hands returning to your hips. They squeeze your hips lightly before trailing to the front of your body. One hand lifts up the front of your shirt while the other slowly drags your pant zipper down.

"Pap, I need to finish the dishes," you mumble again, this time more shyly and less angry. Color is quick to spread across your face, and a strange feeling shoots through your body before finally concentrating at your lower stomach. This always happens anytime your bonefriend talks to you in that way.

"Leave 'em for Sans. You know he's just gonna rewash 'em anyways," he murmurs back, his breath hot on your neck. Once he has your pants unzipped, his hand snakes into them and cups you over your underwear. The tips of his finger rub against your folds, just enough so that you squirm. "C'mon babe, ya need to relax. Let me help you."

"What if Sans comes home?" You ask as you quickly rinse off your hands before drying them on a nearby towel. The only response you get is a breathy chuckle. The hand holding up your shirt pulls it the rest of the way off your body and tosses it somewhere behind you. He's quick to slip the hand under your bra, and knead at your soft breast. His other hand has taken up a steady pace of rubbing you through your underwear. You groan in defeat and press your back tighter against his chest, giving him more room to move his hand. "Fine," you breathe out. "Let's get to the room before Sans comes home and sees us."

"Nah," is his response. "That's too far away." His voice is a deep growl that makes you shiver. In a matter of seconds you're tugged over the the dinning table and pushed on your back. When you look up you see your boyfriend gazing back down at you, a lazy smile on his skull and eye ablaze. Pap pulls your jeans off quickly, and claims his spot between your legs. Your bra is soon tossed to the growing pile of clothes, along with his hoody.

When you go to run your fingers down his sternum, something that always makes him moan, he grabs both your hands and places them above you head.

"Sorry babe, but this is all 'bout you. I'm gonna make you feel real good. Can't do that if you're touchin' me." His hands retreat, but yours are still held tightly above your head. You don't have to look up at them to know that they're being held in place by his orange magic. Pap wastes no time in exploring your exposed body, leaving you itching to touch him in return. Words of protest are on the tip of your tongue, but a moan leaves your mouth instead when you feel his tongue on you nipple.

As he rolls the sensitive bud around with his tongue, the other is being rolled between his fingers. A soft gasp leaves your lips as he switches between the two, the air quickly cooling his saliva before he fingers warm it again. You can't help but squirm at the treatment, trying to rub your thighs together for some much needed friction, and receive a growl of warning in response. A warm feeling is gathering in your lower stomach, but it's nowhere near bursting.

"Pap, please. I need more," you moan softly, sending him a pleading look. He chuckles, but doesn't move away from your breasts. Instead, his other hand slowly drags down the length of your body before pushing your panties down just enough for his hand to fit at the apex of your thighs. Your mind looses all coherent thought when he starts to lightly roll his thumb around your clit, causing your body to tingle and mind to go blank. He adds a little more pressure, rubbing you almost painfully, which causes your back to arch up off the table and a high-pitched moan to leave your lips. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, losing yourself to the feeling.

Papyrus straightens up, leaving your chest cold and heaving, but continues to rub you at a steady pace. For a few seconds he admires you- loving the way you're unwinding and loosing control. Your usual tidy appearance is all disheveled, and your need is being broadcasted through the sounds you're making. You're an absolute wreck. All because of him. The thought makes his magic flare with need.

His thumb leaves you, and your underwear are pulled the rest of the way off your body. Just as you're about to voice your distress at the loss of his touch, something even better takes its place. His tongue is warm against you, and takes up a slow but steady pace of circling your clit. His hands push your thighs further apart, giving him more room, before one disappears. You feel his bony fingers tease your entrance, and gasp at the way he rubs you. He teases you for a few seconds, just lightly prodding at you before finally giving you what you want. When he finally slides two fingers in to your heat a loud moan leaves your lips, and it feels amazing.

"Damn babygirl, you needed this more than I thought," he groans before returning his tongue to your clit. His finger curl up and move in all the right ways, and with the way he rolls your clit around with his tongue you're quickly a quivering mess. Soft "please" and "yes" leave your lips as a chant before turning into a string of moans. Your hips buck up of their own accord, but his other hand presses them down firmly. The tingling sensation pools at your lower stomach before finally bursting. Your back arches again as you hit your release, and you see stars. Euphoria washes over you, nearly bringing tears to your eyes, and Pap helps you ride out your orgasm before pulling away. He's whispering words of praise as he rubs gentle circles on your hips, but in your post-orgasimc state you can't make out the words.

A giggle leaves your lips as you slowly sit up and smile up at your bonefriend. "Guess I should return the favor, hu?" You ask as you drag your hand down his sternum. Your smile grows at the way he shudders, and you press a quick kiss there before hopping off the table and squeezing past him. His once heated gaze turns confused as he watches you quickly pull his hoody on and pick up your clothes. You toss him a sly grin as you retreat to the laundry room. "Too bad that was 'all 'bout me'."