Human In Your Closet

by atomiCherry

You've always had secret feelings for Sans that you wanted to get out of your chest. But it doesn't help being half naked right now with only a towel draped around your trembling body, hidden inside his closet while trying to figure out how to get out of here without him noticing you. (Sans x Reader, M for smut)

2. Dirty Sinner

Before he could say another word, for some reason your impulse was to use your right hand to cover up his eyes as you nudged your upper body closer to him. You brought up your average sized breast and pressed it down against his face while your hand remains rested on his eyelids. It's a ridiculous attempt to make him immobile for awhile, but that's the first thing that occurred on your mind without him seeing you like this. He tried to struggle below you, but you held him down firmly enough that prevented him from breaking free.

"k-kid? what the hell are you doing?" He muffled against the towel that's about two or one loose away from completely slipping off your body.

"J-Just listen to me first! You have to promise me you'll turn around and listen before I let you go!" You exclaimed with closed eyes, feeling absurd at your current position with Sans right now.

"i don't make promises." He protested, still attempting to slid off your upper body weighing on him. Why does he have to be so stubborn?

"Just swear on it! Goddamn it!" You couldn't help yourself from practically yelling at the poor skeleton wriggling underneath you.

"fine, fine, whatever! just let me go first." Sans finally gave in.

When you heard his last response, you immediately yanked yourself away from Sans. He quickly sat up in response to your request earlier with his back turned on you, slightly rubbing the back of his skull in confusion and possibly annoyance from your sudden actions. You remained kneeled down on the floor with both of your hands desperately clutching on the towel that remained loosely hanging on your body, feeling sheepish from how you behaved yourself in front of Sans just now. This is why you're not yet prepared to confess to him. You're scared of doing something awkward and indecent, just like what happened now. There was a short silence in the ambience, until he's the one who spoke up.

"guess I was booby-trapped in there, huh?" Sans chuckled nervously to himself, attempting to break the ice by making yet another joke... A suggestive and goofy one at that. You wanted to laugh, you'd find it funny if you weren't on this situation in the first place. You're the one who told him to listen, yet you chose to remain muted as you realized it was hard to find the right words.

"so uh, care to tell me what was that all about?" Sans added, still with his back turned on you while he faces the wall. You cleared your throat before you speak up.

"It's a long story." That was all the thing that you managed to say.

"you really gonna leave me clueless here?"

You knew you'd never convince Sans by simply summing it up to a 'long story'. Well, in reality that wouldn't convince anyone at all. However, you also knew that he'd probably find a way to make you speak up by doing something whatever he does. You could tell that he's not the kind to be easily fooled, despite his outward appearance for someone being laidback and detached from his surroundings. You think that despite the nature he's displaying for everyone in here, he actually knows more than he appears to be. It's not like you don't want to tell him the long story, you just didn't know how to word it properly without making a fun of yourself in the process.

You let out a sigh and just went with it. It's not like there's an escape out of here now. He caught you red-handed already, might as well properly explain yourself before he gets the wrong idea.

You began to narrate the whole story, even your whole conversation with Papyrus from the phone so he also knows that his brother has allowed you to enter their house. At some point, you could hear Sans holding back laughter while you tell him the silly accidents that happened to you today. Including the one where you fell on the lake at Waterfall, and the one where you forgot to bring in the clothes with you. But you left one part out, that one part where you sniffed his towel and almost touched yourself down there with the scent of it.

"So yeah, that's how I ended up in your closet." You finished, still staring down at your folded knees with blushed cheeks.

"that's actually not bad of a story. might consider saving that for one of my stand-ups. human in my closet." Sans chuckled.

"W-What? Hey! I didn't waste my breath explaining things to you just so you could tell everyone else!" Your head bolted up towards Sans, a horrific look masking your face.

"pfft... just kidding..." Sans shrugged. This time he let himself settle back down on the bed on his side, still facing the wall. "but i've got another question for ya."

That doesn't sound good. You could almost feel your soul leaving your body as you took the hint of the sudden seriousness in his tone of voice. You gripped tighter on the towel wrapping around your body, your mouth going dry with your heart hammering against your chest.

"is it a habit of yours to watch other people sleep? not to mention the fact that you had your chance to flee."

Oh fuck. Now that's the question you can't make a believable excuse for.

"I-I... I s-s-saw a dirt i-in your face. You k-know that I'm a g-getting icky when I see one, r-right?" Damn, you're really bad at lying. You couldn't even keep your composure. You gulped hard as you realized that you basically outed yourself without actually confessing to Sans. You always thought that his observational skills were mind blowing, and you knew too well that refusing to tell the truth isn't going to work for him but you did anyway and now you're just scared of his ability to read others. That being said, a sudden thought had occurred to you. What if he knew all along, but he just chose to be silent about it? You felt like a ticking bomb that's about to explode soon if the skeleton speaks another word.

"a dirt, huh? well, buddy you might as well wake me up next time because i almost soiled my shorts earlier." Sans joked again. Wait, did that actually worked? Somehow, you felt relieved when he dropped the serious act. You thought that he was going to interrogate you more, but surely he's self-aware how awkward it is to have you lay half-naked inside his bedroom. It seems like your questions earlier were answered. Sans is still pretty chill about everything, maybe it's not that of a big deal for him if it is a human and at this point he's just probably considering your situation.

"C-Can we just pretend this never happened?" You finally found the courage to speak up without him having the need to probe you with another question.

"throw me a bone here first, pay me nine nine nine nine G."

You scowled at his back with your jaw hanging open. Sans is unbelievably cocky at certain times, but knowing him he's probably just messing around with you again. Could he even feel the same tension you're in right now?

"you should see the look in your face right now..." he tittered. "'s not like i could see you. just a wild guess, but am i wrong?"

"You can take a look for yourself, if you want." You boldly replied, your eyes widening at the sudden realization, making you instantly cover your mouth as heat rises up from your neck to your cheeks. Can you really take it, if he did anyway?

You thought these all meant nothing to Sans, but you swore on god you saw him went stiff for a moment. Maybe this is indeed affecting him, and with his back turned on you it's easier to hide such expressions.

"nah... just grab some clothes and feel free to go. i have some work to do soon." Sans replied, lazily swaying his mitten covered hand in the air as if gesturing you to just go on with it. You tilted your head to the side, making you forget about the ballsy thing you told him just now.

"Hold on, you're supposed to be at your station right now. Why'd you come back here anyway?" You almost forgot to ask about that until he mentioned something work related. What kind of other odd occupations does he work for anyway? For someone as lazy as Sans, he's sure as heck versatile when it comes to different careers.

"i'm taking my personally imposed two hour break, because i have a shift to do with a totally different job from being a sentry. something of my expertise."

"And what is that?" You stared at the back of his blue hoodie, feeling confused and deciding whether it is safe to drag this conversation any longer than it already has. Your wet hair had began to dried itself off from the air.

"sleeping. i can do it with my eyes closed."

This time, you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. This guy really knows how to ease up situations, but he can be intimidating as much too. While the atmosphere between you and him had cooled off, you decided that this is the best time to leave now. You say anything this time as you got up from your feet to grab the white shirt you had dropped earlier. You casually walked back to his closet to borrow a short that you had forgotten to take with you. It went silent and you began to wonder if he's already dozed off. When you walked towards his door, you grabbed the door handle and turned it, pushing it slightly open. But before you leave, you took one last glance at the punny skeleton behind you.

He's still facing the wall, and you can't help but ponder if he's indeed sleeping already. An idea came up to your mind.

You closed the door again and made sure it's loud enough for him to hear it, to make him think that you already left. But you remained standing there without moving an inch. As you did so, Sans slightly sat up on his bed and stared at the doorway... No, at you. His pupil lights narrowed in his socket as he looked back at you with a blue... blush? Well, this just became more fascinating.

"i, uh, thought you already left." Sans drawled, staring down at his side while rubbing the back of his vertebrae.

You never saw him get flustered like this before. He's too adorable like this, his usual nonchalant and uncaring demeanor subsiding. You swallowed a lump in your throat, trying desperately to hold back your eagerness to pounce on him at this instant. You tried to think back at Papyrus, what would he think if you did something to his brother? Just imagine how disappointed he would be when you chose to cancel your plans to hang out at Undyne's just because your hormones got the best of you. But then again, getting alone with Sans in somewhere quiet is extremely rare and during those times, he'll just disappear out of nowhere. Now you got him cornered inside his own bedroom. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity to tell him about your feelings. Besides, you would guess that he probably had figured out your fondness for him by now.

You let your morals leave you.

Without another second thought, you dropped the clothes on the floor as you approached Sans without saying a word. You've held back long enough to keep yourself stable ever since you arrived in this house. This is the thing that you're afraid of, he's too dangerous to be around with. Your inner demons are poking at the back of your brain, taking control over your head. His younger brother had completely faded from your conscience, including the activity that you're supposed to do today. Something strong is waking up inside your guts, your DETERMINATION.

"k-kiddo? what are you—"

With the adrenaline rushing through your veins and heart pounding in your chest, you used all of your might to push him back down on the bed as you hovered on top of him. Both of your palms and knees rested on his sides as you stared down at him with dire lust, your body instantly emitting a warm temperature that soon took over the small gap between you and Sans. His eye lights remained shrunken in his socket, beads of sweat drops forming in his skull, blue tint in his cheeks and with the permanent grin in his face compacting. His skeletal body went rigid as he stared up at you with confusion. Your breathing became hard, warm air puffing in his astonished face while your chest drums in your ears.

"Sans, tell me..." You lowered your face on the side of his skull where ears are supposed to be. "How much am I affecting you right now?"

You felt him tremble underneath you, tensing up a little as you blew hot breath against the side of his bones. Your right hand slowly rubs at the sleeve of his hoodie, kneading it ever so slowly to incite a reaction.

"tibia honest, a little h-humerus because you're c-cracking up my bones with t-this position... heh..." Sans replied, concealing his jitters with yet another pun. "err, literally... so 'tis the best time to get off of me now, pal."

"Cute." You simply responded, a mischievous smile curling at the side of your lips. "But I beg to differ."

You nuzzled your face at his vertebrae while your right hand lowered down at the hemline of his shirt. You slipped your fingertips underneath, but nothing is there since that is the place where a stomach is supposed to be. Instead, you brought your fingers at the exposed side of his pelvis, slowly caressing in little circles. Sans was about to pull himself off you until you firmly pressed your loosely toweled body above him. You could feel something throbbing against your chest coming from under his shirt, making you curious what it's supposed to be if he doesn't have organs in the first place.

"l-look, this is not a g-good ide—gaah!"

Without warning, you grazed your teeth against his clavicle, making him squirm as he lets out a startled yelp. This actually surprised you, because you've been really wondering for awhile now if their bones are sensitive as much as a human's flesh. But now that you've witnessed it, you're willing to find out about it more. You rolled your tongue around that same area, sucking on it fervently with much anticipation. Your right hand that's been teasing his pelvis had made its way up and slipped under his shirt, exploring further until you got a hold of one of his rib bones. With one lazy eye, you took a few seconds to watch Sans's face. His eye sockets were ajar through gritted teeth, you could see the confusion in his expression. For someone who's good at reading people, he surely did not see this one coming.

"i-isn't my b-bro w-waiting for you?" He attempted to convince you, but with no luck. Because seeing him like this is driving you mad. There's nothing that could stop you now. For some reason, you realized that you've never seen him use his magic before. Why isn't he using it now against you? Is it because he's starting to like this feeling? Or is it because you're his friend that he don't want to hurt? You know that a part of you is scared, but you're daring enough to cross the line.

Instead of responding to Sans, you dragged the tip of your tongue upwards in his vertebrae, leaving small nibbles on it while your hand explored around his upper body. You teasingly dawdled your fingers up and down his rib bones, sometimes taking one at a time and massaging it slowly.

"i a-am w-warni—"

You cut him off by immediately lifting your right leg and placing it between his inner femur, nudging your right knee between his shorts until you felt it hit his pubic arc. Sans jolted up with shock, gritting his teeth with more sweat beading around his forehead. As expected, there's nothing down there. But this didn't discourage you in any way. You don't really care anymore if he indeed has that thing or not, as long as it is Sans. You smirked at his pitiful attempt to fight off the feeling, trying hard to break free from your grasp but you could see that he isn't putting too much of an effort in it. The sensitivity in his bones seemed to put off most of his strength.

You pushed your knee harder against his shorts, almost a little painful and you used both of your hands this time to lift up his white shirt underneath his blue jacket. The upper skeletal body of his had been exposed completely now, giving you a pleasant view of his chest area and something glowing beneath those ribs... A blue soul. So this is the thing that you could feel throbbing against your chest. You stared down at it with delight, and more wicked ideas had been forming in your freaky brain. You enclosed your palms around Sans's rib bones as you began to explore around it with your tongue, traversing it on his coastal cartilages, slightly nipping on each one. Then you trailed up and down his sternum, watching the soul pulse wildly with each of the small bites you leave in his bone parts. With little to no patience, your curiosity got the best of you as you used your left hand this time to rub on his spine up and down while you continuously lick around his manubrium. Sans is breathing hard now, his mind absent and still with that cute, blue tint present in his cheeks.

Then you decided to try something new again. This brings you back to the good old days of little experiments you did in laboratory subjects during your high school and college days. Except this time, you're far more excited than ever to find out the results.

Your left hand made its way on the empty space between his sternum and spine, your forefinger poking at his soul. To your surprise, it's even more stimulating for Sans than the rest of his skeletal bones. So you did it again, this time using your thumb to rub on its sides. It also rouses a certain kind of feeling from you, like Sans's magic is stirring through every fiber of your being, little electric sparks trickling on your skin and your hair arms standing on end. With the help of your other fingers, you gently massaged it around your palm repeatedly with enthusiasm. You look back at Sans, and saw something that surprised you. You could see a blue, glowing tongue through his gaping mouth as he let out heavy breaths, soft moans and something hard jabbing against your knee that rested against his pelvis. You looked down at his shorts, and noticed something rising through the fabric.

You stared back at Sans's dazed expression with a sly smile.

"What was that again, Sans?"

For a short while, you stopped fiddling with his soul without taking your hand off the heart shaped magic form. You gave him time to breathe, and the helpless skeleton took this opportunity to lay his head back down on the pillow while catching his breath.

"y-you're g-gonna ha-have a bad—"

Before you could even let him finish off his threat, you took this opportunity to crash your mouth against his teeth as he speaks. Of course as he is a skeleton, he lacks the lips to suck on to. Instead, you swiftly slithered your tongue inside his mouth as you were met with something slimy, a different but exquisite form. You twirled your tongue around his, getting a full taste of his magic molded one. Sans didn't have the time to object as you hungrily suck the breath out of him. In return, he have no choice but to respond against your rough actions by having his own tongue battle and whirl against you so he could inhale some air. Your hand squeezed lightly on his soul again, and you felt him jerk up against your body, small grunts and moans emitting from the trembling mess of a skeleton under your domination.

You finally broke the kiss from Sans to make him breathe again, a saliva trailing between yours and his mouth, fading as you pulled away. His brows were creased as he desperately catch for air, his soul palpitating against your hand. You felt more determined than ever, a new kind of power ascending within your own soul. You wanted to see what he has to offer down there already, but you're having too much fun playing with his soul like a child who'd just been gifted with a brand new toy. You were a little hesitant at first at what you were thinking since you don't really want to accidentally injure him in any way, you just wanted him to feel good. And judging from the response he was giving you, it seems like he never experienced being touched like this before. Slowly but surely, you pulled his soul out from his ribcage and lifted it up your face. The blue, luminous soul glistens in your irises as it continually pumps in your hand.

When Sans took notice of what you were doing, his face was filled with horror and dread. The eye lights on his socket had completely vanished and you were sure he was about to attack you, so you acted on first. You gave a small lick on the magic fueled heart in your hand, and this instantly made Sans shiver as he lets out a pleased whimper. He threw his head back groggily while his gloved hands clenches on the bedsheets. You proceeded to lick and suck on it from different corners of its shape, sending prickling sensation in your buds. It's incredible how it's easy for you to turn Sans in such a shuddering mess, and that made you feel vigorous more than ever. You began to wonder how lethal it would be if you let Sans attack you beforehand? Well if you're going to die today, might as well enjoy the rest of it.

This time you decided to completely get rid off the loosely hanging towel around your body while Sans is still weary. You unwrapped and threw it aside on the bed.

"Sans..." You called out for him, not letting go of his soul but easing up your grip on it. You gave him the chance to slightly recover from the overwhelming pleasure while you sat up from his waist and waited for him to finally respond.

The shaking skeleton wearily lifted up his head on you with droopy eyes, and it took him a while to register what is being displayed in front of him. He started sweating profusely, his pupils coming back into life as he stared up on you bewilderedly.

"First time?" You teased at him, moving the tip of your tongue close to his soul but pulling it back immediately to taunt him. He didn't say anything as he remained rigid in his position. You didn't expect him to answer anyways. Then your attention went back on the bulging object in his shorts.

"Didn't know that you could get a boner." You punned at him but he doesn't seem to pay attention as his gaze is fixated on his soul, the vessel of his life, clasped between your fingers. It almost seemed like he's too scared to move, being extremely careful of what you might possibly do in his soul.

You readjusted yourself lower so you could get the whole view of whatever's emerging between his pelvis. In one swift movement, you used your free hand to pull down the waistband of his bottoms smoothly. Your eyes widened, cheeks flushed as you were greeted by something that's confusingly similar shaped with normal human cock. However, this one is different as it emits a light blue, transparent glow around it. You guessed that it's probably around five inches in size, in which you don't really care anyway. It's like some kind of jelly in physical aspects but as you probingly gave it a small rub, it is hard as a rod. That's when you discover another puzzling thing about it. The size just increased about three inches longer as soon as you wrapped your hand around it.

You heard Sans held back a soft moan and when you shot your eyes back at him as he caught your attention once again, it seemed like he immediately regretted it. His head is tilted on his side, gape averted from you and a dark shade of blue plastered on his bone cheeks. Instead of taking pity at the small skeleton under your weight, this timid expression of his had just made you more prurient than before like the sinful wench that you are.

You sucked on his soul again, this time grating the tip of your teeth against it slightly. Your other hand proceeded to rub on the head of his manhood below you, and teasingly stroking it close to your entrance. Sans's eye socket enlarged from the foreign stimulations he's beginning to feel for the first time. Before he could make any more sounds, he immediately pulled the pillow that's been resting under his skull and put it over his face so you wouldn't hear him. It seemed like he just accepted his defeat and this is the only protest he could manage to do right now. You granted him a few seconds to make him feel like it was a useful attempt at first. But as the pace of your strokes became faster and and your tongue continuously lolling on his soul, you could still hear the stifled moans through the ineffective barrier that Sans used to prevent himself from getting too loud.

Of course this doesn't sit well with you.

You removed your right hand from his magic built phallus and used it to pull the pillow off from San's face. You tossed it away on the floor impatiently and with all of your strength, you temporarily secured the soul with your mouth by nibbling on the tip of it and used both of your arms to pin his gloved hands above his head. Sans stared up at you with a horrified expression, unable to move an inch at how unpredictable you are today. Looking to your side, your eyes landed on the towel you had taken off earlier, and back at Sans. A wicked simper formed in your lips.

You grappled tightly on both of his wrist, making sure that he wouldn't be able to flee under your control. Then your right hand reached out for the cotton fabric again, another evil idea forming in your head to torment Sans more. You tugged on the towel, and enveloped it around his carpal bones as you began to tie a knot around it and restrain him from moving too much. Sans struggled and wriggled underneath you, but soon gave up when you tightened it sturdier, causing for him a slight pain in his arm bones.

When you finished binding Sans, you peered down at the tied skeleton monster below you. He's surprisingly quiet as he chooses not to say another word. You know that you have to work on it soon, and so you lowered yourself once again at his still hardened, lucent member. You took off the soul hanging from your mouth and grasp on it with your left fingers again.

"d-don't ya think t-this is too fast?" Sans stammered through heavy pants. It should have made you stop and think, but your determination is overflowing you can't even waste another second to contemplate anymore.

"C'mon Sans. You don't have to hold it back." You said as you got down on your knees with your bare rump hanging in the air, bringing your face closer to his girth. "If this is too fast then why are you so jacked up down here?" You teased, indicating his hard on.

"wrong move, kiddo. y-you will be judged for your actions, you freak... heh, you'll regret it." Sans bravely spoke up, even managing to force a wink at you as if he's cool with everything that you're doing to him. Was that supposed a threat? Well, not menacing as you thought it would be. He couldn't even bring himself to break free even before you tied him up. But the way that he remained persistent sounds like another challenge for you. An interesting one.

"Why not now?" You asked him, circling the tip of your forefinger nail in his soul. He didn't say anything. His statement might be vague, but you supposed that it's because you're holding his soul. The way that he writhed against it with just the slightest touch made you aware of this heart's fragility. He's restricting himself from doing something hasty that might cause some negative aftermath, something that could possibly put his life in danger.

You wanted to see how long it would take before he finally snaps, before he finally begs for your touch, before he finally pleads for you to let him cum.

You huffed a warm air on his shaft, dragging the tip of your tongue around it in an agonizingly slow manner. Sans hitched a breath, bones tingling from the overwhelming sensation. He gritted his teeth through pinpricked eye lights and his soul pulsating rapidly against your palm. Then you proceeded to encircle your buds around the head his length, enveloping it fully with your mouth. You began to feel your own arousal as you found yourself getting wet at your lower region. Since you're beginning to crave the same pleasure that you've giving to Sans, you brought his soul between your thighs and used it as a plaything to rub on the slit of your crevice. You felt yourself jolt a little on the stirring heart, the magic causing a tingling sensation in your sensitive nerves.

It was something new, and you could actually find yourself enjoying it. You began to grind against it more, letting the magic flow through your opening. At the same time, you began to deepen your sucking at Sans's erection and still with the same excruciating slow motions while your right hand simultaneously strokes on his base. Sans is helpless as he was from earlier, trembling and grunting from your sadistic services. You began to bob your head up and down, sometimes even letting his member out of your mouth with a pop before going back down on it to repeat the same motions.

Without giving Sans a hint, you started going faster with an incredible speed like you're some kind of a porn actress expert when it comes to giving blowjobs. Despite the size of his glowing cock, you managed and even getting through an almost gag reflex when his shaft started to hit at the back of your throat. This seems like a natural talent for someone unholy as you are. You synchronically began to rub your soaked folds against his soul, both of your sexes making low slushy sounds from the heightening pressure you're all doing by yourself.

"F-Fuck... Hah..." Sans didn't manage to hold back his voice any longer, cursing out moans that's loud enough for anyone present in the same room to hear. He clenched his still gloved phalangers in a fist, his bound arms stretching above his head with his skull tossed back and his half-lidded eyes staring lightheadedly into the ceiling.

His breaking point.

You've never heard him cursed before, and you never knew how hot it sounded to your ears. You're even feeling a little prideful of yourself for bringing him up to that point, saying swear words while he drowns in the pleasure you've been providing for him. You started to feel some kind of substance making contact with your tongue as you started to deprave Sans of his incoming orgasm, decelerating your speed again. You also managed to hold yourself back from getting to the edge as you pulled his soul away from your drenched womanhood. You wanted to enjoy it a little bit longer, and you're willing to put aside your own limits just to get satisfying results.

When you pulled your mouth off his manhood once again, a bridging slimy substance had formed between your lips and the shaft. You tilted your head as you observed it closely, and if you're not wrong, you're assuming that it must be the precum since it's still hard as rock since. You checked up on your companion once again, still panting with more sweat drops trickling on his skull.

"You want it? Ask nicely. Beg." You cheekily commanded at him. You never knew how much you wanted to be the one in control, declining Sans the pleasure you're more than willingly to give... Until he pleads for it. He lazily turned his gaze back on you, a perplexed expression painted across his flushed face.

"like hell i'd do that." He spat back, still being stubborn under your authority. If you can't convince him with words, then that means that you should really show him by action.

You removed your left hand between your thighs to stare at its frail soaked state in your hands, and back down at Sans's erection made of magic. A sinister smile crept up in your lips. Using your right hand, you dragged a fingertip from his shaft, down to the base until it made contact with his pubis. You started drawing circles in that particular area, grating it from side to side in which he gritted his teeth with narrowing eyes. Then you hooked a thumb over his obturator canal, tugging on it without warning. Sans felt a slight kick of pain in his pelvis from the sudden sensation, making him close his eyes shut and his knees jerking slightly upward in reflex. Your twisted giddiness in finding out Sans's pressure points inflamed as you proceeded to pull on it with your thumb for the second time.

"Hnnngg! S-St... Guh!" Sans didn't even manage to finish his demand when you brought down his soul close to his base, rubbing it together in a slow pace while your other hand was busy pulling and massaging through the canal.

Sans attempted to use the remaining strength in his leg bones to yank himself away but since you're in the upper hand of the situation, you folded your legs close to your thighs and pressed its combined weight together on top of his femur. He's easier to hold firm in position since he's shorter than you, and that just puts him more in a helpless state. He scowled at you, shooting daggers through exhausted eye lights while gasping for breath.

"t-that feels fucking... weird..." Sans pants, his ribcage heaving up and down with each air intake.

"It's called pleasure." You corrected him and proceeded to go back in your business without waiting for his response.

This time, you used two fingers to slip through both of his obturator canals on both sides and tugged on it mercilessly, causing a deep grunt from his vocals. Sans is practically nailed to the bed with his wrists tied up above his head and his femur being held down by your lower body. All he could manage to do is to lift his mandible close to his clavicle, like he is attempting to curl himself upward in a desperate attempt to move and prevent himself from completely losing it, only for his head to fall back on bed. You know that it just takes more of a little push before he finally gives in.

You continued rubbing both of his magic fueled organs together, wetting his soul with the pre-cum that's continuously leaking from his shaft. As the blueish substance dripped down his whole length, you used this as a lubricant to make your job at kneading his pelvis more slippery. In a manner of seconds, you decided to go faster with your pace. Working both of your hands together, you shoved his soul at the tip of his member while your left hand tighter on his pubis. This caused Sans to toss his head back with a mixture of pleasure and pain displayed in his expression. The reaction of his body is contrasting with his rationale, no matter how much he tried to refuse in acknowledging the sensation. You began stroking his whole luminescent cock with the use of his poor, wildly pulsating soul with increased speed as your left hand eases a little from the grip of his pelvic bones.

"S-Shit!" The overwhelmed monster beneath you groaned, his mouth slightly agape with thick air puffing out of his mouth. When you notice him being more receptive, you removed the contact of his soul from his aching erection and held a firm grip in his pubis. Sans whimpered, and based on the sound he just made it would only take a few more tease before he finally starts needing at his own will.

"Magic word?" You jested, hovering his soul close to his cock but preventing it from making contact with one another.

"you don't k-know what y-you're doing. k-kids like you... s-should be burning in hell." Sans hissed through raspy breaths, this time lifting up his head to you with empty blackened sockets. You immediately took that as a warning and you were certain you saw his left eye flashed a color you didn't get to recognize. Before he could even use a grain of his magic, you were faster to thrust the tip of his heart inside the right obturator canal of his pelvis and your hand grabbing harshly at that same area. You did it repeatedly, grazing the soul against that sensitive part of his bone. Aside from being a wretched human that you are, you did it because you were scared of what he might attempt to do next. The uncooperative skeleton soon arched his back from the intensity of overstimulation in his soul, bones and magic. His toe phalanges curled, and his restrained carpal bones aching as he clenched his fist.

"f-fuck! hhnnggg! y-you freaking lunatic!" He hissed while you're keeping that same friction you were making against his soul and his pelvis bone, making his throbbing hardness go rigid as more precum leaked from it.

"You don't have to make this harder than it looks like." You unintentionally punned at him, ceaselessly shoving his heart down at his region while his cock quaked a little from the intensity of your right arm. You used your other hand to hold firmly on his cock, depriving him of his climax.

"j-just f-finish me already! i-i've had enough." Sans cried out through heavy breathings and groans, his fatigued skeletal body intoxicated with overstimulation.

"Wrong answer." You announced as you crouched down to give a teasing lick at the tip of his shaft while your hand clenches it its base.

"p...pl... n-no... s-screw you." Sans persisted, using up all of his remaining energy to thrash around and trying to ignore the way that you abuse his soul through his own bones. For someone who's clearly inexperienced like him, he sure is headstrong one. You're getting a little antsy already and you didn't come this far just to tease him to death.

You lifted up your legs from Sans's femur and slid down between them, at the same time you temporarily stopped shoving his soul in his obturator canal. He seemed to be relieved for a while, his bone legs slightly wobbling from the weight you had put it through earlier. But you're not finished yet, you're not even going to let him get at least one minute of rest. Using a free hand, you pulled the waistband of his shorts and it easily slipped past his skeletal feet. He didn't even get to resist anymore as he is already past the exhaustion limit he could manage in a day. You hoisted both of his bone legs and put it both over your shoulder. Sans upper body was left hanging in the air, his blue hoodie hanging loosely while his skull and bound arms were left rested on the mattress. The uncomfortable and awkward position seemed to alarm him more than earlier.

"w-what are you doing?" Sans started to panic, his eye lights shrinking into small dots as you positioned yourself.

He thought you were done doing that disgusting act where you fuck the gaping hole in his pelvis with his own soul, but you repeated that same method as your other hand held tightly on his member once again. Only this time, you added your tongue as a stimulant and you inserted the heart from behind. Your tongue met with the pulsing soul through the canal, sucking on it and making sure to give his ischium a passing lick while the soul grazes against it. Sans's erection is throbbing against your palm, begging to be let go and released already. All the indication of neediness is there, but you're waiting for one more confirmation.

"t-this is too much... i-i can't take it any longer." Sans begged, his mouth agape as sounds of arousing moans and pants escapes his parted mouth. He felt so tired but elevated at the same time, like taking a sleeping pill and chugging it down with cans of energy drink. His body has given up trying to break free, letting the overstimulation carry on with every tissue of his bones. Finally, he gave you what you wanted to hear ever since.

"p-please... ngghhh..." Sans murmured as you continued nibbling and licking at his pubis while grating his soul around that same area.

"What was that? Sorry I didn't hear you~" You taunted in a singsong tone of voice. A wicked simper formed in your lips, feeding your pride with the success of how you finally broke him. You tightened your grip at his shaft, almost too tight that Sans whined and jolted against your grip with his spine arching in midair.

"p-please! f-fuck! j-just finish me already! please!" He whimpered, finally accepting his defeat.

"If you say so, Sansy~" You purred in between his femur, blowing hot breath on his pelvis before finally lifting his legs off your shoulders. Sans shuddered. You pulled his soul away from the canal, let go of his stiff member and carefully set his legs back down to the sheets. He didn't bother to twist around anymore, just absentmindedly going along with your actions and his head tilted on his left side with a dark blue tint in his cheekbones. If his arms were free right now, he would have covered his face in shame but this is all he could manage to do. To avert your leering gaze.

"Sans, look at me." You demanded, hovering close to his face. He complied with your request since he can't be any more bested than he already is. His eye lights met with yours. You could tell that there's a lot of different emotions in that stare... Craving, desperation, disbelief and possibly disappointment. After all, you're not the same person that he knew before you entered this room.

"I'll make you feel good." You whispered to him, planting a small kiss in his teeth.

Without letting go of his soul from your left hand, you used your other one to grab the tied wrists above his head. You pulled it by the towel that you used as a restraint, bringing it up past his skull and setting it down to his stomach. Sans didn't bother to ask anymore, just awaiting for whatever you have up your sleeves right now. He was hoping you'll untie his binds, but you're only doing that after you're finished with him. You're not even thinking about your consequences anymore, you are poisoned by your own DETERMINATION and with the tempting monster underneath you.

You gave a peck on Sans's soul before pulling him upwards in a sitting position by tugging on the collar of his slackened hoodie. He was forced to rise on his back by your order, giving you a puzzled look without saying a word.

"I want to feel close to you." You said softly, resting your forehead against his sweating skull. Again, he stayed quiet. It looks like he wanted to say something else. Maybe the right questions? Like why are you even doing this? But you'd rather have him save that up for later. You'll even allow him to kill you right after, you can always RESET anyways. This is one of your rare chances to saturate that longing thirst inside you.

You straddled his hips with your legs, his soul pounding briskly in your palm. You teased his stiffened cock with your wet folds, brushing it slightly against your slit. Sans shuddered at yet another brand new feeling, resting his head on your chest with his soft moans filling your ears.

"You like that?" You purred into Sans, but instead of answering he almost fell on his side due to the awkward position of you hovering over him with his tied arms in placed in the middle space between you and him. He was only prevented from fully tumbling over as you tugged him closer to you by holding on to his shirt collar.

"w-well, if you wanna get comfortable, h-help out your pal here?" Sans assayed, raising his fastened wrists to your face with little to no luck. After seeing his left eye flicker before, there's no way you're going to let your guard down now.

"I have a better idea." You smirked at him. Instead of complying to his request of untying the knot in his wrists, you raised both of his skeletal arms above your head and slipped underneath. His tied hands are now placed behind your back, bringing both of your bodies in a much closer contact than before. Sans swallowed a gulp when he felt your bare breasts nudge close to his face as you move and positioned yourself on his lap.

"improvisation... i see." Sans commented mindlessly, his face flushing at how close you were.

"I want to kiss you while we make love." You told him, lifting up his mandible with your thumb and forefinger to meet his eyes.

"love, huh..." He mumbled, his gaze falling to the side.

You brought your face closer to his, sliding your tongue against his teeth to ask for an entrance. You thought that he's going to grant your request, but his mouth remained shut tight with a rather scornful wink of having his left eye open and the right one closed. Even after that shameful pleading that he did, he still managed to mock you by playing hard to get.

"You sure you wanna keep doing that?' You warned him as you pulled away, letting go of his collar as you brought your right hand back down on his cock. You pulled on it upwards as you quenched on his soul, forcing Sans to yelp in surprise and his body to jolt above the bed surface.

"you g-goddamn f-freak—"

You took this opportunity to invade his agape mouth with your tongue, slithering it inside against his glowing one. As soon as you felt your buds made contact with his tongue, you finally let go of his poor deprived manhood to give him the freedom of sitting back down on the sheets. Yours was quick to make its way inside, circling and tasting that sweet, sweet taste of the skeleton monster you can never get tired of. Sans has no choice but to fight back, pushing his luminous tongue against yours through muffled moans. You licked and suck on it with much delight, enjoying the company of his magic filling inside your mouth. Hell, you can even do this all day. But you have something else you wanted to do, something you've been holding yourself back long enough.

You pulled yourself away from Sans, a string of bluish substance forming between yours and his mouth. He pants for air with eyes half open and furrowed skull brows. You readjusted yourself in his lap, and grabbed his hardon with your right hand. Sans fidgeted, feeling frightened at the thought of you repeating the same painful thing you did earlier. But he's being a well behaved monster for now, so you suppose it's time for his final reward. With the support of your knees on either of his sides, you placed the shaft in between your parted legs. You didn't bother to go slow, you've always been rough from the start anyway.

In an instant movement, you insert Sans's swollen length inside you with one great push as you plopped down on his femur. You gasped at the size of him, your lips parting as you felt it ram inside you. You dug your fingernails of your right hand on his hoodie as you held tight on it for support, still getting used to the abrupt insertion inside of you. Your companion on the other hand, was seemed surprised despite the stimulations you've been providing for him in a long time now. It must have been a totally different feeling for them to insert it inside a woman's folds. A pleasured groan escaped his mouth, brows knitting and more sweat drops trickling down his skull. As soon as you finally got used to the size of his length, you began to roll your hips slowly at first. You could hear Sans cursing under his breath, even mentioning your name in raspy breaths. His tingling hot breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine.

"oh god..." Sans murmured as you kept the same slow pace you were doing. You caressed his cheek with the back of your right palm, sliding it down to his mandible and cupping his face.

"You want me to go faster?" You teased at him, smirking at your victory in making Sans a quivering mess under your control. He didn't say anything, just slowly nodding through soft moans with his sockets closed.

"Look at me and tell me how much you like this first." You demanded, gradually speeding up your pace to taunt him more.

Sans was coerced to stare at you with needy eye lights, desperate and yearning for that sweet release he'd been deprived of many times already. You maintained eye contact with him, your pupils dilating at the sight of the enfeebled skeleton before you.

"i-it's strange but... i-it f-feels... g-good... too much, even." Sans stuttered through heavy breathings.

You started to go faster without holding yourself back anymore. You bounces your hips up and down his manhood, with his form filling every walls of your crevice. With each thrust of Sans cock inside your depths, you could feel his magic stirring every nerve of your body that brings you into another kind of euphoric rapture . Sans had completely lost all rational thoughts, fully giving in to the newfound elation he'd never felt before. You quickly grabbed his skull from behind with your right hand, crashing your lips and inserting your tongue inside his agape mouth. You hungrily twirled and flicked your tongue against him, tasting his substance made of magic. Sans wheeled his tongue along with your motions, seemingly matching your speed this time. His teeth grazed and tickled on your lips as you tilt your head on the side to push your tongue in deeper inside his mouth. Both of you were equally driven to the exhilarating pleasure, the bed making a creaking sound as you rode him faster than before. Sweat trickles from your body, wetting Sans's shirt and hoodie that you didn't bother taking off.

With his soul still secured in right hand, you trailed it from your breast, down to your stomach and to your clit. You began playing with that sensitive area using his soul, unceasingly increasing your speed on fucking Sans into oblivion with each sloppy insert of his twitching cock on your pulsating soaked walls. The skeleton trembled when he felt you toying with his soul again, making him thrust upward impulsively. His tongue stopped moving against yours, his senses fading into fervid bliss and mind going empty. As you noticed this, you pulled yourself away from him and studied Sans's expression as if he's in some kind of aphrodisiac hypnosis. He couldn't even bring himself up to stare back at you with his head wearily hanging to the side, wrinkled brows, half-lidded tranced eyes, beads of sweat in his skull and drooling agape mouth from the overwhelming delirium.

You've never seen him like this before and you could feel your lust burning within your glands the longer that you stare at the mess you made of him. You began grinding on him deeper and faster, your own juices and his precum intermixing with one another inside you. Simultaneously, you rubbed his soul quicker on your clit, its magic prickling on that sensitive area of yours.

"S-Sans!" You cried out, gasping for air as you pushed yourself closer to him. You pressed your forehead against his to match his sockets. He was forced to make eye contact with you, and you chose to remain like that with him as you went harder on him. You could feel each others' hot breath on your faces, the carnal needs overtaking both of your minds and bodies.

You let out a small yelp when you felt Sans pressed his bound hands tightly behind your back, pulling you closer as he started to buck his hips upwards continuously along with your motions. You were taken aback by this sudden action but refused to break mutual gaze with him while he shoved his whole length inside your tightening walls.

"S-So, what's y-your judgment of me?" You managed to whisper, your wanton stare boring into his eye lights as you speak.

"dirty sinner." Sans replied immediately, not even thinking twice of his words as if he wants to use his remaining energy to ram into you.

You know you should feel bad about that, you should be guilty that you ditched Papyrus and Undyne just to satisfy your personal needs. But here you are, embracing that category without hesitation. Because if it takes for someone to be a dirty sinner just to watch and savor Sans like this, you'd be more than willing to burn in hell.

Sans quickened his pace harder and faster, his magic scathing through every fiber of your being with a higher vitality. It feels like you were in flames with every second that his pelvis slams against your bottoms with each thrust. This drove you more to rub his soul faster on your clit, the heart vessel now glistens brightly with your juices coating it. Sans didn't seem like he cared anymore of how you were violating his soul, focusing his movements on finishing himself inside of you. Both of you stared at each other with hunger and desire through drunken eyes. Moans, sloppy fucking noises and heat of perverted passion fills the entire room. Sans thrusted brisker, in and out of your soaking orifice. You grasped on his shoulder with your right hand as you began to feel something building in your abdomen. You're about to reach your limit.

"i... i'm... hnnnggg... i'm close!" Sans groaned through raspy breaths, using every ounce of energy left in him to push his cock repeatedly onto your depths, hitting the right spots to drive you mad.

"Then come inside me." You whispered lethargically, grinding harder on his sex and his soul. Sans closed his eyes with crinkled brows, his arms behind you tightening to press more against you.

"f-fuck, i'm coming!" Sans stammered throatily, thick air puffing out of his salivating mouth.

"Sans~!" You moaned out with closed eyelids, pressing your clit firmly against his throbbing soul as he pounds on you. You tossed your head back as far as you could until you started seeing stars when you reached your peak. Thick sweat drops trickles down your forehead as your body arched against him, bare toes curling and your eyes rolling at the back of your head while you cursed and scream out his name. Your bottoms trembled against his pelvis, muscles constricting around your private regions as you came.

With one last powerful thrust and a raspy groan of his baritone voice, Sans's body tensed up in pure ecstasy as he exploded into orgasm. His skull dangled forwards, releasing all of his retained magical seed inside your depths. He ejaculated two times inside of you, some residue of his spurted cum dripping down your inner thighs as he rode out his climax. Sans finally comes down from his high, shoulders heaving up and down as he limply fell forward on you, resting his face against your breast while he pants for air with a disoriented mind.

There was a long pause between the two of you, just the sound of heavy breathings filling in the space. When you finally regained your composure and oxygen, you stared down at the resting skeleton in your chest. Before you could say anything, Sans was the one to speak first.

"i'll... deal with you later... after I wake up." He exhaustedly muffled against your skin, his breath tickling your still naked and sensitive body.

"You'll send me to hell?" You casually asked him, pulling yourself away from him to provide a small gap between the two of you and hoping that he wouldn't doze off right away.

"ya think i'm the devil or something?" He chuckled with half-open eyes, and soon opened it up fully to reveal voided sockets without his normal pupil lights. "maybe somewhere even worse."

You gulped at his threat, reality suddenly coming back into your senses. But you pretended that it didn't scare you while you kept an unfazed and tired expression in your face. You stared back down at the poor, spent soul that's now inactive in your palm. Its previously bright, illumination had dimmed into its usual color. Without saying a word, you lifted up Sans's shirt and put it back inside his ribcage. He flinched a little at your touch, but remained composed until his soul was put back into place, and the magic formed manhood had disappeared into thin air.

"Do your thing. At least I can die happy in your arms." You told him, refusing to move away from your position, still enclosed within his bound arms. "I just want to let you know that I love you."

After everything, you just find it easier to say those words now.

"i know." Sans replied, his eye lights coming back into life and a slight tint of blue flush tinging on his cheeks. You're not even surprised anymore, you half expected him to know beforehand. Maybe that's the reason that he never questioned why have you done these things to him.

"are you really willing to give up all of these... just because of what happened?" He asked you, refusing to make eye contact. "kid, that's really dumb."

"Then what's with the warning of dealing with me later? Are those empty threats?"

"fifty-fifty." Again, with his vague words. Now is your time to be confused. You were pretty sure he was going to kill you, and now he's being discreet about something. You felt like there's more to say, he just wouldn't spit it out. You remained speechless, basically just waiting for him to end you.

"how about we make a deal?" Sans asked, which piqued your curiosity.

"What is it?"

"make it up to my bro. apologize and spend a day with him." Sans winked at you, leaving his right eye open. "and i may not kill you. ya know, he really liked you... in a platonic way of course."

"Are you sparing me just because I'm friends with Papyrus?" You couldn't help but ask. Somehow, you're more scared of what his response would be.

"i'm leaving that one up to your interpretation." He retorted, glance focusing on the wall that his bed rested on.

"W-When you knew that I-I have feelings for you... Why didn't you say anything?" You're just torturing yourself with more questions now.

"why would i? i mean, isn't that up to you?"

"Now, I finally said it... But... I-It doesn't feel great." You admitted, your chest tightening as the guilt starts to weigh on your back.

"maybe because you've been too impulsive with your actions. say, is this how you normally proclaim your feelings for someone you love?" Sans chuckled sourly.

"Isn't that the normal way to confess? To tell someone you love them?" You asked densely.

"you know what i'm talking about. at least that one felt great, huh? or if that went over your head, want me to remind you what just happened?" He shrugged his shoulders.

Your throat went dry, unable to say anything. You'd rather be killed right now than to bear with San's bluntness. Every time he answers you leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He wasn't even being crystal clear with his words, yet those clung on your conscience like a snake whispering your sins. Surely you knew that his perspective of you changed, but you can't really tell if he hate you right now.

"nah... you know what? i could really use some sleep right now. it'd be great if you... uh..." Sans peeked over your shoulder, raising his affixed wrists midair.

You nodded, ducking and slipping off from his arms. You got off his hips and retreated back a little to provide a wider space between you and Sans now, grabbing a hold of his tied carpal bones. You started to undo the knot, ever so slowly as you registered everything that Sans have told you. Your mind races from everything that just happened. Was that really you? You couldn't even answer your own question. You realized how much of a mistake it was to confess, he knew about it already anyway. But why'd he remained the same ever since? Not even a hint of acknowledging your feelings. If you chose to be silent about it, everything would still be the same despite Sans being aware of it. It almost sounds like you're already rejected before all of these even happened.

Maybe there's no chance in the first place?

You took a quick glance on Sans while untying his hands, and caught him staring at you with a flushed face. As soon as your eyes met, he immediately turned his face to his left side. Now what was that all about? You thought that he'd already fallen asleep due to the deafening silence that hung up in the air. But that quick notion of panic is more than familiar to you. The hefty load in your chest had been replaced with curiosity, more questions filling up your head than earlier. The moment that you completely released his hands, Sans waved and stretched it out together to feel his strained bones again.

"Sans..." You called out on him as he grabbed and put on his shorts back up.

"yeah?" He monotonously replied, his droopy eyes falling back into yours.

"Can I ask something?" You enquired, taking your possible one last chance to normally speak with him. Because after you leave this room, you're not even sure how awkward it would be for the two of you.

"well, better make it quick before i start dozing off. i really feel dry to the bones right now." He snickered to himself.

"Why do you keep referring to me as a kid? Is it because you see me as one?" The random question just came out of your mouth. Honestly, it doesn't even bother you that much. In some way, you've actually grew fond of it. It's like there's some sort of endearment being referred as one by Sans.

He raises a skull brow on you, as if he wanted to ask you if you're serious with that question.

"just out of habit. that's all." He shrugged. "anything else? you better make it fast because in about less than a minute, i'm off to work my two hour shift." You knew he meant sleeping.

"Can I show you how much I love you, in another way?" You asked him daringly. That bit seemed to caught him off guard, his eye sockets widening a little at your statement.

"look, i think you've already showed me more than enough." Sans remarked.

"N-No... J-Just... I swear I'm going to leave you alone after this... I-I won't do anything inappropriate this time. Not even a kiss. Just going to show you a bit of what makes someone a human." You insisted pleadingly.

There was a few second pause, before Sans let out a sigh and finally gave up of how stubborn you were.

"'kay." He shrugged.

You slowly reached out for his left hand, reluctantly. You checked up on San's reaction, expecting him to wince away but he didn't move an inch. He just watched and waited without saying a word. At the same time he seemed tired of your shenanigans, just wishing for you to just get on with it. You took this as a permission to proceed. You grabbed a hold of his left hand and lifted up to your face, bringing it close on your lips. Sans went rigid for a moment, you could tell that he was about to pull away but he didn't for some reason. You gazed up at him again and saw his eyes shrinking into pinpricks with his breathing getting slower. Closing your eyes, you bit on the closure of his mitten as you began to pull it up with your teeth. The skeleton tensed up a little, but remained patient to see if you would stick to your words.

When you completely pulled the mitten off from his hand, you dropped it to your side on the mattress. You run your thumbs over his metacarpals and up to his phalanges, passing on the warm temperature from your hands onto his bones. Sans observed you inquisitively, unsure of what you were planning to do. You placed it in between your chest, right where your heart pulses and pumps blood. Sans jumped a little and swallowed a gulp, that same blue complexion rising in his cheekbones. He wanted to pull away, but his body betrays him as he was frozen on his seat. The contact of his bones against your skin made your heart race faster, filling in your eardrums with each pound.

"This right here is my heart. It beats like this whenever you're around, every time that your joke makes me smile, every time we accidentally brush against each other..." It was your time now to avoid his eyes as you search for better words to say it. You inhaled a sharp breath and stared back up at Sans timidly, your face getting warmer and redder.

"I love you, Sans." You proclaimed at him without taking your eyes off his.

Sans seemed a little more reactive now than earlier. He suddenly seemed uptight and sheepish, his gaze turning away again and landing on everywhere but you. He lets out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his vertebrae with his right hand and a single bead of sweat drop dripping down his forehead.

"y-yeah, you don't really have to say it twice. i honestly, don't know how to respond to that. i haven't really had anyone confess to me like that before. just feels bizarre and all." Sans admitted, his eyes remaining stuck on the mattress underneath him.

"I suppose." You said, pulling his skeletal hand away from your chest and resting it back on his lap.

"you might as well get going to my bro now before i change my mind. i'm really at my limit already." Sans yawned, not soon enough his exhausted body collapsing on the bed.

You moved from your position and checked on him, finding Sans already asleep within a matter of seconds. You couldn't really blame him since you basically drained up all of his energy and magic. You felt like a dirty sinner like how he described you, but you couldn't deny that your heart warmed up a little after seeing his reactions. You wished you could stay here for a little longer, kiss him on the cheek while he's sleeping and cuddle with him while you listen to his breathing. But as he told you, you've done more than enough already.

You eventually got off the bed and picked up the white shirt that you dropped on the floor earlier, until you realized that you might need to bathe after this. But what are you going to tell Papyrus? How are you going to explain things to him? Maybe a white lie is all it takes, it doesn't seem like Sans is planning on telling anyone about it anyway. He's secretive regardless and this doesn't seem like the thing he'd easily tell anyone as if it was some tale to be passed on. Shaking your head off the thoughts before you get lost in pondering again, you began picking up everything you needed for a second shower and finally those extra clothes you were planning to borrow.

As you headed for the door, you gave one last glimpse of Sans. Unlike earlier, he wasn't waiting for you anymore to leave. He just went straight to sleep. Everything that happened still felt odd, including the little conversation you had with him after fucking his brains out. His words stung, but somehow his body language did not conform with the way he spoke to you. You're not even sure how he feels about you now. The first minute he was threatening your life, and the second he was blushing with the mere touch of your hands against his bones. You couldn't help but consider the possibility that you affected his line of thinking because of what you did, or maybe it's the fact that you're the first one who confessed to him. The questions are endless inside your mind, navigating every probabilities to explain the contrast of his words and reactions.

You sighed and smiled meekly to yourself. You had other things you needed to take care of and this isn't really the best time to overanalyze the previous events. Things weren't exactly that bad, nor it was too good either. Just bittersweet.

You wrapped the towel around your body once again as you held on the doorknob, turning it over and pushing the door open. You stepped outside to find the same, quiet atmosphere it was before you arrived at Sans's bedroom. Luckily enough for you, Papyrus did not decide to come back out of nowhere unlike Sans. You found it easy to make your way back to the bathroom without worries and hindrances. Your body felt weak and you were begging for some sleep as well, but you needed to clean off and call to inform Papyrus first... In other words, lie and pretend you had another accident.