Grillby's kitchen was nice but homey, like visiting one of your rich friends who could afford to renovate their kitchen. Which Grillby probably could and did. You liked using it to make breakfast, since lunch and dinner were strictly Grillby's territory. You didn't mind, you didn't like cooking much, but you still liked to surprise Grillby with some easy stuff. It wasn't hard to fry up a pancake.
Pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast: by these powers combined you create a meal for a big strapping fire elemental ready to start the day.
You're still frying pancakes when a hand reaches around you and turns off the burner.
"Hey! Breakfast!" You say playfully. A body presses up against your back and Grillby kisses your neck, sending a shiver down your spine where his lips touched. You give a happy sigh and press into him, still holding the spatula as he trails his hands up and under your shirt. You find you've unconsciously opened your stance to give him better access to you and he takes the invitation, his hand dipping into the front of your shorts. He teases around where you want him to go instead of immediately diving in.
When your relationship was still nascent you may have been embarrassed about sex in the kitchen, but now the spontaneity excited you. You felt his thumb graze your nipple and gave him a light moan in return. You turn in his arms and run your hands up his chest, making him purr.
He turns you so your back is to the kitchen table and backs you up until your ass hits the edge. Grillby lifts you by your waist and pushes you flat against the table, leaning over you and pressing you flush against his body. He runs his hands up your thighs, parting them to situate himself better between them.
"...Breakfast is already on the table," he says in your ear huskily. He kisses you, his tongue caressing yours in the way that makes your body shiver. He puts his hands in your hair and deepens the kiss, the passion exploding sparks behind your eyes. You loved kissing Grillby, it was like he knew you inside and out. At this rate, he probably did. He knew you a lot better than you knew yourself at this point.
"Fuck," you let the expletive fall from your mouth as he moved down to suck kisses on your neck. He chuckled, biting you in punishment. You gave a pleased cry which made him groan, and he quickly shed you of clothing.
Being loved by him is all you ever really wanted. It was what your life was meant to be, what all the hardship suffered led to. You were grateful, you were happy with your reward. Being there, feeling his touch, his kisses on your breast and his teeth on your skin, was heaven.
Grillby never skipped out on going down on you. He got off on it, and who were you to deny him? He kissed his way down, as he does, and circled your clit with his tongue.
He loved to tease.
Sometimes, he teased for hours, edging you until you cried for him to fuck you with tears in your eyes.
This time, he had mercy on you, and made delicious contact. You squealed and writhed as he worked you. He licked at you until you were squirming and wet and then drew back.
"...I want to try something some might call kinky in the monster world, if you're open to it," he said, giving you a kiss below your navel.
"Lay it on me,"
"...Easier to show you," he said with a bit of trepidation.
You knew Grillby was scared you wouldn't like what he had to show you, but he couldn't express what he wanted to with words.
"I trust you, I'll let you know if I don't like it," you assure.
He nods at you, and puts both his hands on your hips. Orange glazed magic flows from his fingertips, and you can feel electricity connect to every nerve as it encases your body in his beautiful color. You moan loudly, it feels like he's touching all of you at once, in a way that makes you want to scream. You felt him caress you with his hands, moving the rippling magic where he touched.
"Definitely don't stop," you cried gutturally. You heard Grillby begin to pant raggedly, as affected as you were.
There was a wave of pleasure up and down your body, like his magic was memorizing you and you felt your eyes roll in the back of your head. He really would know you inside and out. It felt like the after effects of the best orgasm of your life mixed with the perfect amount of cuddling; fingers running through your hair, kisses and tongue all over your body. You wanted to cry because of how good it felt.
So you did, you hung your head back and let the waves crash over you as his magic pulsed over your body. The tears flowed from your eyes and you felt a shaking hand brush them away. Grillby was shaking like a leaf, almost undone completely. You wanted to see if you could push him over the edge, you wondered if you could touch his magic.
You brought your hands to your shoulders in a self hug and trailed your fingers down your arms over the orange glowing aura around your body.
The reaction was immediate, Grillby's whole self shuddered and he bit back the most ferocious growl of a moan you've heard come from his lips. It made you ache with more want than you already had thrust upon you.
"Grillby Please," you beg, but you don't know what for, exactly.
He did. His magic started to vibrate.
"Holy shi–" you couldn't finish your sentence. Ripple after ripple grazed over you and you could only claw the kitchen counter and scream. Vibrations over your clit, your nipples, and every erogenous zone sent you into a cycle of endless orgasm.
You rode it out until you were so sensitive you could cry again, but Grillby knew you well and could sense your limit. His magic dissipated. You looked at him, trying to gauge if he's done or if he's down to fuck you because frankly that just stoked your fire.
He leaned down to kiss you again and grinds his cock against you, which answered that question.
There's no prelude as he slides inside you, you both are too far gone to care. You both just want a dirty hard fuck to chase that beautiful magical feeling you both shared. He starts at a stubbornly quick pace, making you bounce and your ass dig into the table, but the ecstasy of Grillby filling you with what you need trumps the discomfort.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant. Grillby laughs.
"...I am," he said with a lilt to his voice and you can't help but laugh too as he pounds into you, making the sound cut off as the table legs creak and smack on the floor.
Grillby had outrageous stamina sometimes. It was exhausting yet satisfied you. But today things were going quickly.
"I'm close!" you said as he picked up the pace again, canting his hips just right. You yowl Grillby's name as you cum, and you can feel Grillby tense as he thrusts a few more times. The hot spurt of his cum thrills you and you smile at him. He pulls out, giving you a kiss on your temple.
You sigh happily as he gets a towel and wets it.
"Why is that kinky for monsters?" You ask, your curiosity burning.
"...Not supposed to use magic for sex," he explains with a blush. You grin at him.
"Definitely their loss. Best fuck. Ten out of ten. Would repeat," you gush.
After getting cleaned up you finish making pancakes, and they taste a little sweeter than normal.
You bide your time and wait for the perfect time to prank Sans. And the perfect time is now. You prepared this ketchup beforehand, and had it sitting on the bar as soon as you heard the telltale "SANS!" call from the other patrons.
You chuckle evilly in your head. This was going to be great.
"hey buddy," Sans sits next to you. You nod to him, trying not to talk for fear of laughing in his little skeleton face and giving yourself away.
He takes the ketchup in his hands, not noticing the immense pressure built up inside. He opens the cap, aimed at his mouth, and it explodes straight into his waiting maw. The vinegar in the ketchup mixed perfectly with the baking soda you primed the bottle with, creating that lovely volcano reaction everyone knows and loves. The ketchup overflows out of his mouth, surging out from his teeth, covering his closed eyes and going up his nose. He coughs raggedly and sends ketchup all over the bar.
You cackle as Sans glares at you. The rest of the bar has stopped to see the chaos, some were laughing and some looked downright terrified. He swallows his mouthful of ketchup.
"guess you made me a ketchump. but ketchup is sacred, pal," his eyelights are extinguished, which would normally be scary, but the look is tamed via ketchup.
"Bet you didn't expect karma to ketchup to you! That's what you get for fucking up my french fries," you grin at him. He is scooping ketchup out of his nose when Grillby stops in front of you, his fire twitching in annoyance. He dumps a wash rag and a bucket onto the bar. You grimace.
"Alright, sorry hun. It'll be cleaned in a jiffy. You gotta admit it was funny though. I got him good," you say proudly as Sans slinks off to the bathroom.
Grillby begrudgingly chuckles and pats you on the head, and you begin to wipe up the bar.
After a while Sans comes back from the restroom, ketchup stained and frowning.
"you best stay on your to-ma-toes buddy," he whispers menacingly to you before he calls it quits early, his ego bruised by your prank. But he shouldn't dish it if he can't take it, you reason.
It was a quiet night at Grillby's for once. You observed the patrons lazily, noting the familiar faces. Doggo approached you as you drank your hot chocolate.
"Hey Doggo, what's up?"
"Hey, you got a second?" He inquires quietly. Something is obviously up, so you nod. He waves you over to the corner and blocks the view of the bar with his body. "You know how me and Honey have been dating for a year? I want to show her I'm serious. The ring thing is a human tradition right?" Monster relationships moved so fast, so you couldn't really judge if a monster-human relationship was going too fast or not, so you just nodded.
"Yeah, it's like the human equivalent of a soul bond," you confirm. You had asked Grillby one day, and he explained that a soul bond was made by touching souls, and was more like a tether to send each other thoughts and feelings. Soul merging was a bit more serious, and it involved, well, souls merging. It was basically soul sex with some emotional fucking but those words definitely didn't come out of Grillby.
"Right," Doggo nods, "do you think Honey would like this?" He says, pulling a box out of his pocket and opening it to show you a silver band adorned by a small diamond, peppered with colorful gems. A lovely engagement ring. You were kind of jealous.
"Yeah, I think she'll love it. It's beautiful and really shows how committed you are. Have you guys talked about marriage before this?"
"We have. She's been getting really excited about friends' weddings and she said she'd be open to it as long as the engagement was a surprise. I figure I'd do it here because this is where we met," Doggo's tail wagged endearingly.
"That's a great idea, let me know when you want to do it and we'll make it special."
"Will do!" He said, segwaying into small talk.
Talking to Doggo was always nice.
"Hey Grillby?" You ask at dinner.
"...Hmm?" He answers.
"Doggo and Honey are getting engaged, do you think we could make them a cake and do like, confetti or something?"
He gave a confused nod and you smile at him.
"I'm excited for them. The ring he got her was really pretty. I'm sure they're going to be happy together," you gush.
"...Ring?" He asked. You stopped in your tracks, Grillby didn't know about human marriage traditions!
"An engagement ring. Humans don't soulbond, we get engaged and then married. Doggo and Honey are gunna do both a soulbond and a human marriage. When you get engaged you usually give the lady a ring to say you're promising to marry her.
Then at the wedding you both exchange different rings and the engagement ring gets passed on in the family to your kids. Marriage is mostly about paperwork, it's so if you die or something happens to you, your partner won't be kicked out of your house and such. It is also a symbol of forever love.
But marriage is a lot less permanent than a soulbond, you can break it at any time and no one is hurt." You take a breath at your long winded explanation. Grillby takes in the information and nods at you.
Grillby looks lost in thought, and you eat the rest of your meal in comfortable silence.
The afternoon comes and it's time to get ready to go to Grillby's. You put your feet in your boots and hear a squish. You frown, pulling your foot out to reveal your sock covered in ketchup.
…
"SANS." You hear snickering. Sans is standing behind you with a shit eating grin. He must have teleported inside to watch the fireworks.
"MY BOOTS SANS. MY BOOTS!?" Your beloved boots! You had these boots for years! You'd have to go all the way to the outlet store and break in a new pair and UGH.
"you got ketchup stains on my hoodie!" Sans said angrily.
"You can get it out with baking soda and hydrogen peroxide! You're a science man! Do laundry science!" You said, picking up your shoe to throw it at him.
Grillby made his way towards the noise and took in the scene. The ketchup dripping on the linoleum from your ketchup covered foot, and Sans hiding behind the door frame snickering like a toddler, and you aiming your ketchup laced boot at Sans' head. The most exasperated sound comes out of him, his hands are in his flaming hair.
"..." Grillby stares at Sans, his arms crossed. You smile and stick your tongue out at Sans.
"..." oh no, he turns to you and stares at you with his arms crossed. You look down, lowering the boot in your hand.
"...No more pranks. You're even now," he orders. You both nod. "...and you," he points at Sans, who gulps, "...don't teleport in the house without knocking, we fuck in here." Your eyes widen and both you and Sans sputter.
Grillby saunters away with a shit eating flick to his flame. A confident walk for a man who just added a curse to the one hand he can count them all on.
You sigh, and hold out a hand to Sans.
"Truce?"
"truce."
And you shake on it.
THRP PFFFFFFFFFFF His fart buzzer. "God damn it Sans."