A/N: So I think I have a plan now on how to deal with Sans' new arc. We're only going to see a little bit of that arc in this story and I've started work on a separate story from his POV on how shit gets dealt with.
Also, I know I said that there was only going to be a little bit of angst and that it was going to get resolved quickly and all that jazz, but apparently my outline took a nice big shit on itself and things have changed just *slightly*. I really had planned on all of the angst in this story, from introduction to conclusion, to span two chapters. I'm crying and laughing at the same time because holy fuck. Also, we may or may not be going past 15 chapters now; I really don't have any idea on that. I can still promise that none of our main peeps are gonna get hurt, tho.
And come visit me on Tumblr! Sheewolf85 . tumblr .com I reblog fun Undertale stuff (among other things) and sometimes I post shit.
Enjoy!
Chapter 12
You woke up the next morning to Papyrus' fingers gently stroking your bare back from your shoulders to your hips and back. You were on your stomach with the sheets bunched at your hips. He laid on his side next to you, propped up on his elbow and resting his head in his palm. You smiled before you even opened your eyes.
"Did I wake you?" he asked, his voice once again soft enough to count as a whisper coming from him.
"No. That feels good, though; don't stop."
His touch became rougher; instead of a soft, delicate tickle it was a steady massage of his bones against your skin. He leaned in and kissed your shoulder.
"Did you sleep well?"
You nodded, still refusing to move any more than was absolutely necessary. "You really wore me out last night."
He smirked but didn't say anything else as he kissed your skin again. He shifted, lowering himself enough to place a kiss between your shoulder blades before he began actually massaging your back. It felt heavenly, and you made sure to let him know that.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Of course it does; I'm an excellent masseuse."
You snorted. "Don't ruin the moment, Papyrus."
His hands worked lower, nearly tickling your sides before he pushed the sheet out of the way to play with your ass. You pushed yourself up on your elbows just enough to look down at him as you shimmied your hips.
"You like my ass?"
He bent to kiss your left cheek. "YOU HAVE AN EXTRAORDINARY ASS." Apparently, he was done being quiet. You were okay with that.
"I'm not sure about that, but okay."
He gave you a pained look before leaning over just enough to place a series of kisses down your spine, all the while squeezing your ass cheeks. You'd be lying if you said you weren't getting turned on.
"I NOTICED HOW NICE AN ASS YOU HAVE WHEN WE FIRST MET AT THE FESTIVAL LAST SUMMER. I SPENT A LOT OF TIME TRYING TO CONVINCE MYSELF THAT NO HUMAN COULD HAVE A NICE ENOUGH ASS TO DESERVE MY ATTENTION, BUT YOU…YOU DO." He kissed your left hip, then your right. "I NEARLY CREAMED MY FUCKING PANTS WHEN YOU WORE THAT TINY LEATHER SKIRT ON OUR FIRST DATE. IT HIGHLIGHTED YOUR SLOPES AND CURVES PERFECTLY. I CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU HOW HARD IT WAS TO KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF THAT EVENING. I WANTED TO TOUCH YOU SO FUCKING BADLY."
His right arm slid under you and lifted your hips up. For a brief moment, you were worried he was actually going to try something anally and you'd have to tell him to stop, but instead you felt the tips of his phalanges on your already-wet folds. He pushed a finger inside you as he kissed your ass again.
"OF COURSE, JUST BECAUSE YOUR ASS IS MY FAVORITE PART OF YOU DOESN'T MEAN THE REST OF YOU ISN'T EQUALLY DIVINE." He moved over you, still fingering your pussy. "CAN I FUCK YOU AGAIN?"
"God yes."
You started to turn, but he held you down. "LIKE THIS?"
You swallowed, focusing on his finger inside you. "You do mean regular sex, right?"
He pulled his hand free and leaned over you to pull a condom out of the drawer. "I'M NOT SURE WHAT THE DISTINCTION MEANS."
"I mean you're not going to try to fuck my ass, right?" You turned enough to look up at him again. "Because I'm really not into that."
He leaned in and kissed your lips. "I HAD NO INTENTION OF FUCKING YOUR ASS, BUT THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME." He kissed your cheek to your ear where he whispered again. "I just want to sink my cock into your pussy again and feel you cum around me. I want to make you scream my name. I promise these spikes will feel even better brushing against your clit as I fuck you."
Your whole body shuddered. "Jesus Christ."
You felt him smile. "MY NAME IS PAPYRUS."
You snorted before letting out a giggle. And Sans had said his sense of humor was vicious. "Please just fuck me." You lifted your hips, pressing your ass against his dick.
He shifted enough to position his cock before he pressed into you, moving slowly at first. Your body jerked from an unexpected pain, but soon it melted away, disappearing behind small surges of pleasure as each spike rubbed past your clit just as he'd said they would. Like he'd done the night before, he started slow and worked his way up to a nearly abusing pace. Your fingers gripped the sheets under you so tightly your knuckles were white and the pillow muffled each of your desperate cries.
Papyrus' arm under you tightened, pulling your hips up further to meet his as you got closer to your orgasm. He kissed and licked at the back of your neck and your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine every time he growled lowly into your ear.
"Say my name when you cum," he panted. His hand not under you was curled into a fist in the sheet beside your head. You managed enough clarity to grip his ulna, your fingers slipping into the space between it and his radius. You wished you could hold his hand instead. He begged again for you to say his name.
"Pap—fuck! Papyrus, baby…" Your eyes clenched shut as your muscles tensed. "Pa…god…fuck, fuck, oh!" It hit you like a tidal wave, rendering you incapable of speech as a wail of pure ecstasy left your lips.
Papyrus came shortly after you, growling your name into your ear like a prayer, and you suddenly understood why he'd wanted you to say his name. Knowing that it was you and you alone to cause him to come undone like this was intoxicating. You decided you would just have to have lots more sex to practice saying his name as you came.
He pulled out slowly again before throwing the condom away and pulling you into his arms. You were both quiet as you recuperated, panted breaths filling the silence.
You only got a few minutes to rest before your alarm went off. Grumbling and entirely too exhausted, you reached over and slapped it to shut it up.
"I guess it's time to get up."
He pulled you close and nuzzled his face into your throat for a second before letting you go. "WHAT ALL HAVE YOU GOT PLANNED TODAY? ASIDE FROM WORK?"
You hissed as you stood up, a sudden wave of pain shooting from your cunt throughout your abdomen. Every muscle in your body complained as well as if you'd run a marathon and lifted a bunch of weights the night before. You felt a little wobbly on your legs. Papyrus was at your side in an instant, demanding to know what was wrong.
"I think I'm okay. I promise you that pain didn't exist last night or this morning, but maybe it was a little too rough?" You looked up at him and smiled encouragingly.
He looked like he'd just kicked someone's puppy. "I HURT YOU?"
"No, I just told you I felt absolutely no pain. But, unfortunately, human bodies are stupid and even though it felt great, I don't think I've ever had anything that big inside me ever." You couldn't help but blush like you hadn't just fucked him.
He pulled you into him gently, stroking your back as he spoke. "I THINK I UNDERSTAND. I LEARNED THROUGH MY RESEARCH THAT I SHOULD BE DELICATE WITH YOU WHEN STARTING AND FINISHING. I SUPPOSE IT MAKES SENSE THAT I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DELICATE IN THE MIDDLE, TOO."
You smirked but refused to let yourself laugh. Instead, you reached up to him and cupped his jaw. "Research can only take you so far, baby. Sometimes a good field study is really what's needed to get all of your answers. I promise you I am one hundred percent fine. A little sore, yes, but I don't think I want to tell you how long it had been since I last had sex. And, again, you have a big dick."
He leaned in and kissed you. "YOU'RE MAKING SENSE. I'LL TRY NOT TO FEEL GUILTY FOR MAKING YOU SORE. WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO HEAL YOU?"
As tempting as it was, a part of you wanted the constant reminder of what you'd done. You declined his offer and instead asked him to shower with you after breakfast.
You both managed to keep your hands relatively to yourselves in the shower. He did help you wash your hair and you helped him wash away all traces of cum from his pelvis and femurs.
"BY THE WAY, YOU NEVER ANSWERED ME. WHAT ALL HAVE YOU GOT TO DO TODAY?" He stood behind you as you picked out your clothes for work that day.
"Nothing, really. I need to go to the store; you saw how low my milk is." You plucked out a purple striped shirt and was about to toss it onto your bed when you realized what you were doing. You glanced sheepishly up at Papyrus before you hung the shirt back up and instead chose a soft yellow sweater.
He was smirking at you as you turned to get some pants from your dresser. "What?" you asked, pretending to be indignant.
He chuckled. "YOU CAN WEAR THE STRIPES TO WORK IF YOU WANT TO. I'LL ADMIT I FIND IT STRANGE, BUT IT'S NOT A CUSTOM YOU NEED TO ADHERE TO ALL OF THE TIME JUST BECAUSE OF ME."
You stepped up to him and stood on your toes to kiss him. "Thanks for the offer, but I really can't see stripes the same way anymore. Especially after last night…and this morning. I'm not into shaming kinks or anything, but I'm also not into being a little."
He cocked his head to the side. "A LITTLE WHAT?"
"I'm not sure I can explain it right. You'll get a much better understanding if you look it up. Just look up 'little kink' and you'll find all your answers." You patted his chest before stepping away to get dressed.
Once you were dressed and all but ready for work, Papyrus texted Sans to come get him.
"SANS AND I WILL BE HERE WHEN YOU GET HOME TONIGHT. AFTER WORK, I PLAN ON COMING BACK OUT TO UPGRADE YOUR SECURITY."
You sighed as you slipped into your shoes. "Papyrus, you can't just change the security around here. Not only would management have a fit if you did that, but I'm pretty sure it's illegal."
He held up a hand as though he was trying to silence you. "I PROMISE I AM NOT GOING TO MESS WITH ANYTHING MANAGEMENT HAS ALREADY PRETNEDED TO SET UP. HOWEVER, THERE ARE A FEW THINGS SANS AND I DEVELOPED IN THE UNDERGROUND THAT ARE NEITHER ILLEGAL NOR DANGEROUS TO YOU. THEY WILL, HOWEVER, CAUSE SERIOUS BODILY HARM TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT TRY TO BREAK IN. I'LL GO OVER EVERYTHING AND EXPLAIN WHEN YOU GET HOME."
It sounded suspiciously like he was going to booby-trap your apartment. Could anything get more awesome than that? Instead of asking all the questions you knew you wouldn't get answers to right now, you nodded and kissed him.
"am i interrupting somethin'?"
You turned to see Sans standing in the living room. "No. Thank you for letting me borrow your brother last night, Sans. I slept like the dead."
He winced. Papyrus nudged your back. "NO JOKES ABOUT DYING. I MEANT THAT."
"Oh, sorry. I mean I slept like a baby?"
Sans chuckled. "all right, sleeping beauty. have a good day at work, yeah? did boss already tell you what we're doin' later? we'll be here when you get home."
You nodded. "Yeah, something about upgrading my security. I need to get out of here, guys, or I'll be late." You went to Papyrus again and stood on your tip-toes to kiss him. He held your hips gently, keeping your balance for you, as he kissed you back. You then went to Sans and gave him a hug before rushing out. You trusted them to lock up before they left.
A small part of you wished you had let Papyrus heal your sores that morning. Having a reminder of your sexapades was nice but trying and failing to find a comfortable position to sit on your very sore cunt all fucking day was not. You were sure you got a few confused glances from your coworkers, but thankfully nobody asked you about it.
As promised, both Sans and Papyrus were at your apartment when you got home. The first thing you noticed was that the place smelled absolutely divine. A part of you wondered if Papyrus had cooked or if he'd brought something with him. The second thing you noticed was that you really, really liked being able to kiss him when you got home from work.
You also chased Sans down for a hug before asking what kinds of security upgrades your apartment was getting.
"can't we eat first? i'm fuckin' starving and you said i couldn't eat 'til she got home."
Papyrus looked like he was trying to force himself to be annoyed. Sans must not have bugged him too badly about food until now. He turned to you.
"I MADE LASAGNA. ARE YOU HUNGRY?"
Your guts flipped in a new way. Having confirmation that he'd cooked was a little too nice. Just like waking up with him that morning and coming home to kiss him, it was something you desperately wished would happen more often in the future.
Not to mention he seemed to hold his lasagna to a god-like standard and you were eager to taste it.
"I am, yeah. I didn't have time to pack a lunch today." You blushed because he was the reason you hadn't had time that morning. He probably knew it. The look on Sans' face told you that he knew it, too.
Papyrus frowned. "DID YOU EAT LUNCH?"
You shook your head. "No. Phil offered me some of his salad, but there's always something up with that guy. I only accepted food from him once and had to endure almost a month of him asking to fuck me."
A loud growl caught you by surprise. Papyrus had gone stiff as a wooden plank, and his sockets were entirely black.
"uh…maybe you wanna keep boss away from phil, yeah?"
"WAS THIS RECENTLY?" There was a dark threat in his voice, and you knew if you said it was there would be no stopping Papyrus from paying Phil a visit regardless of how much information you kept from him. One of his jobs was finding people who hurt monsters; you were absolutely certain he would have all the skills necessary to find someone picking on you.
Luckily, it hadn't been recently and you didn't need to lie to him. You shook your head again. "No, it was about a month after I got hired on, so like three years ago." You stepped up to him and put your hands on his chest, still vibrating from a low growl. "Don't worry, baby; I let him know exactly what I thought of his behavior and he's been as respectful as one can expect from a piece of shit like him ever since then. Besides, he knows I'm in a relationship and I really don't think he's that stupid."
Your words didn't exactly calm him down, but at least his crimson eye lights reappeared.
"can we please eat now?" Sans sounded like a two-year-old begging for a treat.
Papyrus pulled you in for a hug and kissed your head. He'd finally stopped growling. He pulled away to pick up the pan of lasagna on the stove, and you spent a minute to get drinks for everyone.
You fidgeted a little when you sat down, still sore, and noticed Papyrus giving you an odd look.
"ARE YOU OKAY?"
You nodded, blushing fiercely as you thought about having a conversation about this in front of Sans. Fuck, he would never let you live any word of it down.
"I MEANT I NOTICED YOU SQUIRMING. ARE YOU STILL IN PAIN?"
Goddammit, Papyrus, take a fucking hint! Again, you nodded. "Only a little; I'm fine."
"did somethin' happen?" Sans asked, looking between the two of you.
Fuck. Fuck everything in your entire life. You groaned. "I—"
"YES, SOMETHING HAPPENED. SOMETHING THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." His face was beet red.
You knew the second Sans understood. Not only did his whole face light up like a fucking Christmas tree, but he giggled like he'd been let in on the dirtiest joke in the world.
"Yeah, this is not something we need to be talking about in front of your brother, Papyrus. I'm fine. Let's just eat."
You had no idea how he did it, but Sans managed to calm down enough to eat.
The lasagna was absolute heaven. You'd had dishes where the sauce was a little watery or the cheese too clumpy. There was nothing watery about this excellence and the perfect blend of cheeses made you rethink your ban on the phrase 'better than sex.' "Holy fuck, Papyrus; where the hell did you learn to make this?"
He smirked. "IN THE UNDERGROUND. IT WAS THE FIRST THING I EVER LEARNED TO MAKE."
"undyne taught 'im, if you can believe that shit."
That was a surprise. "Undyne, as in Major Undyne? The scary piranha lady? She can cook?"
Sans chuckled but was too busy shoving his mouth full to answer you. You looked over at Papyrus, still in shock. Undyne seemed like the kind of person who would burn a house down rather than successfully cook a meal, and probably do it on purpose.
"YES. COOKING AND PLAYING THE PIANO ARE TWO OF HER HOBBIES."
"Wow. I never, ever would have guessed."
"SHE'LL BE HAPPY TO KNOW YOUR REACTION WAS EXACTLY WHAT SHE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE."
Although he didn't sound upset in the slightest, you did feel a little bad. "I'm sorry."
He sighed. "WE HAD A BET. I SAID THAT YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND MONSTERS ARE JUST AS COMPLEX AS HUMANS AND NOT BE SURPRISED BY THE CONTRADICTORY NATURE OF HER HOBBIES AND PASSIONS. SHE SAID THAT YOU HAVE A CERTAIN EXPECATION ON YOUR IMAGE OF HER AND SAID IMAGE WOULD CAUSE YOU TO BE VERY SURPRISED BY HER VARIED TALENTS."
You were pretty sure you understood what he'd just said. Sans giggled at the probably utterly confused expression on your face. "Okay, but to be fair I do understand that monsters are just as complex as humans. In fact, I think sometimes you guys are more complex than us, but that probably boils down to individuals rather than humans or monsters as a whole. I think I'm so surprised because I know humans who seem like her on the surface and they are really terrible cooks. Like, my friend Jaden would fight anyone and win, but he hates cooking with so much passion that he doesn't even own any pans."
"FAIR ENOUGH. HOWEVER, I DIDN'T MEAN TO SOUND AS IF YOUR CONCLUSION MEANT YOU WEREN'T AWARE OF OUR COMPLEXITY. I SHOULD HAVE WORDED THAT DIFFERENTLY."
Sans groaned. You glanced at him, but he was still shoving his mouth full of food. You were pretty sure he was on his third plate.
"It's no big deal, Papyrus. What else did you learn from her?"
Papyrus spoke about his training with Undyne for the majority of dinner, and you listened with rapt fascination. You learned that Papyrus had learned to play the piano but didn't have the patience for it. While he had already had near-perfect control of his magic when he started training with her, she did teach him how to use his attacks most efficiently and effectively. She taught him that a monster in the underground could be both ferocious in their dealings with lawbreakers and compassionate toward those that needed protecting. He'd been afraid that he would need to exude the same malicious energy as the soldiers he'd met prior to his joining the Royal Guard, but he was happy to know that he could keep his sense of justice and still be one of the most feared captains in the history of the Royal Guard.
Second, of course, to Undyne.
It shouldn't have surprised you that he had taken over Undyne's position as Captain when she was promoted to Major, but somehow you hadn't connected those dots yet.
After dinner, you and Papyrus cleaned up the kitchen while Sans played on his phone in the living room. You couldn't help but splash a little water on him as you rinsed dishes and handed them to him to put in the dishwasher. He glared at you, but you just grinned back and flicked water into his face. You nearly snorted when some of the droplets sailed right into his eye sockets.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" You really tried hard not to laugh.
"OF COURSE NOT. IT'S WATER." He ran his hand under the faucet before wiping his whole hand down your face.
Oh. Oh, it was on.
Dishes all but abandoned, you and Papyrus instead tried to see who could splash the other the most. The front of your shirt was soaked by the time you were interrupted by Sans clearing his throat at the entrance to the kitchen. Papyrus wasn't much better.
"not to be a party pooper or nothin', but i gotta work in a few hours. we gonna show 'er what we did to the place?"
Sans really did look like he was sad that he had to interrupt. You almost wanted to ask him to join your fight, but you were suddenly insanely curious about how the skeletons had booby-trapped your apartment.
Papyrus pulled away and casually brushed his shirt off as if just that action could dry it.
"YOU'RE RIGHT, SANS. I MUST HAVE LET TIME GET AWAY FROM ME; I APOLOGIZE."
Sans shrugged. "you were havin' fun, bro. don't apologize for that shit."
Papyrus blushed but nodded and turned off the faucet. He then turned to you and held out a hand. "LET US SHOW YOU WHAT WE'VE DONE."
You nodded and followed the brothers to the living room. Papyrus drew back the curtain over one of your windows. Nothing looked different at all. Sans explained that they'd put a bar in to physically prevent the window from sliding open and pulled out a small metal bar that had been obscured by the siding on the window. He also explained that they'd reinforced the locks with magic.
"magic is all about intent, sugar. you go to unlock it, you ain't got no bad intent so nothin's gonna hurt ya. someone tries to unlock it from the outside like the other night, they're gonna have some instant regret and might possibly lose a finger. depends on how much bad intent they got when they try."
You nodded and unlocked the window out of pure curiosity. As he'd said, nothing happened, but you noticed a distinct red glow surround the lock as you moved it. You locked it again, and the same thing happened.
"Okay, that is so cool!" You flicked it between locked and unlocked a few more times, giggling each time it glowed. "I assume it'll work if they use something like a knife or whatever to try to unlock it?"
Sans nodded. "don't matter what they use, it'll work."
"Awesome. Is there anything else?"
Papyrus grinned. This was going to be good. "THE WINDOW ITSELF HAS BEEN INFUSED WITH A SIMILAR MAGIC. THE GLASS IS NOT UNBREAKABLE BUT SHOULD SOMEONE TRY TO BREAK IT THEY WILL ALSO EXPERIENCE A BREAK SOMEWHERE IN THEIR BODY. IT'S NOT POSSIBLE TO BE THAT SPECIFIC WITH THE MAGIC OTHERWISE IT WOULD BE THEIR SPINE."
That was something you weren't going to try. "Cool." You felt like a kid on Christmas getting things you never even knew you wanted. You wanted to ask what else there was, but you also didn't want to sound like what they'd done wasn't enough.
"THEN THERE'S THE DOOR. COME HERE." Papyrus stepped over to the door and gestured for you to open it.
You did. Nothing happened. "Okay?"
"boss, she ain't gonna see it." Sans turned to you. "the lock's got the same shit the window does, 'cept it's inside the actual lock mechanism."
You shut the door and locked the deadbolt. Sadly, it didn't glow. You knew you'd be spending an embarrassing amount of time at your windows each day just watching the magic activate over and over again.
"PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THESE ARE NOT INFALLIBLE. CALL IMMEDIATELY IF YOU HEAR OR SUSPECT ANYTHING, PLEASE." Papyrus pulled you close to him, and you nodded against his chest.
"I promise."
After a few kisses and once again chasing Sans down for a hug, the skeletons left. You finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, a smile appearing on your lips as you remembered your water fight with Papyrus. You'd once heard him described as a fun vampire, and once upon a time you would have agreed with that. Now that you knew him better, however, you knew you'd only just scratched the surface of how amazing he was.
You spent a ridiculous amount of time checking each window that night before going to bed. You were positively giddy, knowing you were probably one of the few humans to have a magic security system keeping you safe. Even being alone, you truly did feel safe.
Just before you drifted off to sleep, your phone beeped. You groaned but leaned over to check it.
Sans: i have never seen boss so fucking red in my life. may have teased him a bit before coming to work. it ain't fair that i still gotta lay off the sex stuff , but just know i got so many bone jokes right now. you're gonna hate me.
You snorted before typing back.
You: I could never hate you. Your jokes, however—I already hate them. Goodnight.
Sans: night, sugar. call boss if you get too bonely. phone sex is a thing, ya know.
You giggled but decided not to grace him with a reply. Instead, you put your phone back on the table beside your bed, rolled over, and closed your eyes.
