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You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you hardly realized the additional presence into the room until they placed a hand on your shoulder from behind. You looked backwards to see Sans grinning down at you.
“H-hi Sans!” You greeted, breaking your train of thought.
“hey kid. pap got you hooked on mettaton?” Sans asked, pointing to the television.
“I’m trying!” Papyrus insisted, refusing to tear his sockets away from the screen.
“Do you like Mettaton too?” You asked.
Sans seemed to wince. “eh. he’s alright. pap’s more of a fan than me. i kinda find the dude a little tacky.” You realized slowly that Sans’ hand still rested on your shoulder and you glanced curiously at it. You looked back at Sans who seemed to be smiling at you strangely.
“Sans, if you’re just going to complain, then you are welcome to leave,” Papyrus scowled, waving a hand in Sans’ general direction. Why was he still holding on to you?
Sans shrugged. “i think i’ll stick around and watch with you guys.” Papyrus turned away from the television to stare at his brother in shock.
“Are you serious?” Papyrus gaped. You observed the two brothers. You could guess that Sans willingly wanting to watch Mettaton was a rare circumstance. You couldn’t imagine why the change until you felt his hand tiptoe to her neck and give out a discreet caress. Oh.
“yeah. maybe i can get a feel for this,” he smirked as his thumb nudged your earlobe. OH! You shot Sans a dirty look but he maintained his chill demeanor. He had mentioned that he was interested in your fleshiness but was he really going to try to get you going right next to his brother?
Papyrus remained oblivious. “Come! Come! Sit next to the human!” He gestured.
“heh, don’t mind if i do,” Sans chuckled, his phalanges leaving your body. You trembled at the withdrawal of stimulation and he glanced innocently at you. “you’re looking a bit cold. want a blanket?” he offered. You nodded, realizing you did feel slightly cold without the warmth of Papyrus who had scooted away from you. Geez. You really had been barking up the wrong tree on this one. Heck, for all you knew Papyrus could have totally been gay and your advances probably confused him. Which would add even more awkwardness.
Sans walked around the couch and flopped next to you. Your arousal began to fade as Sans leaned forward to grab blanket off the table. Yeah, you were just being a pervert you told yourself. Sans draped the blanket over your front and you tucked yourself in under it snugly. There was no way in hell that Sans would...would...oh no.
Sans skeletal fingers darted underneath your blanket and resumed their earlier position on your neck, working their way down toward your chest. You opened your mouth to say something to Sans but his blue eye glinted dangerously at you and you quickly shut your mouth. “so what’s mettaton cooking today?” Sans asked as his hands began to fondle the top of your chest.
“He hasn’t said yet.” Papyrus informed. Your eyes darted worriedly over to the taller skeleton but he appeared none the wiser. You tried to envision your situation. You were sandwiched between the skeleton brothers, Papyrus on your right and Sans on your left. Papyrus had both of his hands clasped together as he intently watched the screen. Sans’ right arm had snuck around your back and was molesting your right breast, his fingers finding your nipple and pinching it gently. The blanket had strategically been pulled up to your chin, allowing Sans mostly discreet access to your body. Although if Papyrus actually paid attention, he would most assuredly realize something was amiss. But you no longer had his attention now, did you?
Regardless, you bit your lip and with your right hand, tried to swat Sans’ hand away. His eye flickered blue once more and your resisting hand dropped besides you. Your eyes widened in shock as you tried to lift it back up only for to remain still at your side. Did he just use his magic against you? The smirk on his face confirmed your fears as you felt your cheeks begin to color. He knew what this did to you and you could feel your back arch to force more of your nipple into his fingertips at the restraint.
“SANS!” Papyrus yelled and your blood ran cold. Sans froze. Fuck! Had you been caught? “He’s making croissants!” Papyrus cheerfully exclaimed, his eyes remaining glued to the television. Oh my god. Relief flooded your body and spurred Sans onward.
“Ah!” You gasped out as Sans gave your breast a hard squeeze.
“I’m glad you are enjoying this as well!” Papyrus smiled, patting you on the head before returning his hands to the front of his chest. You still couldn’t move your arm. Your arousal was pounding in your chest. Everywhere his skeletal fingers raked against you, you could feel your skin tingle and burn. You wondered if this was also magic based but your mind was too hazy to tell. You squirmed, feeling yourself becoming wet with arousal and continued to bite your lip to hold back any moans.
Sans dug his fingers underneath your sweat pants, fingering the lacy texture of your thong. He loved how you squirmed, your leg pressing into his own unconsciously. He felt only slightly guilty that he had to use his magic to freeze your hand but even Papyrus would realize something was up if he allowed you to fight him. Oh how much he wanted to hear you scream and moan instead, but this was not the time. There would be another opportunity for you to use both of your hands with him but for now, he enjoyed teasing you.
“What does he mean by dusted?” Sans heard you pant suddenly. The question came out of nowhere to the short skeleton and he stopped pushing down your thong.
“huh?”
Papyrus rolled his eyes. “Really Sans, were you even paying attention?” Sans blinked in confusion and chuckled.
“sorry. sometimes i’m known to have a thick skull,” he winked. He resumed his ministrations, feeling the wetness of your sex on the thong. You panted next to him, your tongue threatening to loll out like a dog.
Papyrus groaned and explained. “Well what you missed is that Mettaton was warning us that most accidents in the home happen in the kitchen. We need to be careful because if we injure ourselves trying to repeat the stunts he is performing, we could be dusted.” Papyrus actually looked away from the screen to watch you. “If a monster dies, their body turns to dust,” Papyrus informed you.
“Ohh,” you gasped as Sans’ finger brushed your entrance. What type of croissant was Mettaton making that could cause severe bodily injury and death? You barely had an opportunity to mull over this information. Sans was unrelenting in his assault, even with his brother now watching you. Somehow the shorter skeleton maintained the same time facial expression but you could spot a blue tinge faintly color his cheeks. His leg pressed up roughly against your thigh. How far was this going to go? The teasing was driving you nuts.
You nearly jumped as a gloved hand pressed against your forehead. Your flustered face quickly turned and came face to face with Papyrus. He looked very concerned. “Eh, human,” he seemed to be choosing his words carefully, “Are you feeling unwell?”
Sans appeared to shift slightly at Pap’s words but you had a much more profound reaction. Your eyes widened and you squeaked in surprise at the question. “Uh uh uh” you stammered, trying not to meet the taller skeleton’s gaze. "I'm fine! Really!" you managed after an uncomfortable delay. Papyrus studied you with a dubious expression, but looked back at the television as Mettaton posed on top of the counter top while his assistants baked.
As soon as Papyrus turned his gaze back to the screen, Sans' finger pushed inside you. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, a sharp intake of breath catching the taller skeleton's attention again. "Human!" Sans' hand and your heart froze at his outburst, your heated walls clenching around his phalange in absence of his movement.
Papyrus stood suddenly, "You most certainly are not 'fine.' The great Papyrus knows what's going on here." He peered into your face closely, eyes narrowed. "You are a very sick human indeed..."
As the words tumbled out your heart sank, even innocent Papyrus knew how fucked up you were. Suddenly you were choking back tears instead of moans.
"... and I, the great Papyrus, am the most gracious host! I will not allow my sickly houseguest to go unattended. Worry not, dear human, for I shall soothe your every discomfort!" He struck his trademark pose, scarf somehow billowing in a nonexistent breeze.
Your brain had stopped and reset twice, as Papyrus' naïve deduction sank in. Of course Papyrus didn't think you were a perverted freak, he probably didn't eve—You were suddenly startled back to the present by Sans' shaking with barely-restrained laughter, his finger moving inside again the moment his brother leapt back to pose dramatically.
You realized that you still couldn't move. Still panicked and aroused you shot a look at Sans, whose casually blue-tinted face just smirked at you.
"hey that's a great idea bro," he drawled coolly, maintaining eye contact. "i think she'd feel better if you got her a glass of water. don't worry, i'll look after her while you get it." His smile widening as he felt you shudder and squirm against his magic, inserting a second skeletal digit as his hand covertly thrusted lightly under the blanket.
Papyrus nodded seriously, "Fear not! I shall return shortly with your water. Sans, make sure she's comfortable in the mean time."
"sure thing pap. i'll make sure she sticks around and enjoy herself," he said with a wink as his thumb brushed your clit. You don't know how you managed to silence yourself for that. Papyrus nodded seriously and stomped toward the kitchen.
The moment Papyrus was out of earshot you nudged Sans with your shoulder. "What the hell are you doing!? We're gonna get caught!" you hissed.
"pshh, we're fine, and i can feel it around my bones you're having a good time," he chuckled, punctuating his words with a curl of his fingers to make you jerk and arch in pleasure, a strangled whimper escaping your lips.
His fingers picked up in pace as his other hand moved to trace a fingertip around a nipple, and he leaned in close, breath ghosting goosebumps over your neck. "besides... i can tell you don't really want me to stop here," he purred, your body tingling as he made rapid 'come hither' motions in your clenching pussy, thumb still on your hard nub. As if he could sense the spring coiling in your gut, he suddenly stopped and withdrew his fingers, digits resting high on your thigh, "... now do you?" Your body jerked, hips bucking as you desperately whined for stimulation.
You realized you could move again and your body writhed in revelry and aching need. You clamped your newly freed hand over your own mouth, afraid to alert Papyrus. Sans chuckled again as his fingers moved with your squirming to deny any friction you sought for release. "ask nicely and i'll let you cum," his voiced rumbled through your chest.
"You... Asshole," you managed, trying to steady your breathing as you glared daggers at him. Your body was crying out for more and your mind was too hazy to reconcile the burning rage with the burning lust coursing through your veins.
"oh? you like it in the backdoor too?" his browbones waggled as his wet digits dragged along your hips to grope an asscheek, smearing your own slick lewdly over your flesh. "that can be arranged," he murmured hotly into your ear, magic tongue tracing down your earlobe making you shudder.
"Wha—No! That's not what I meant!" Your reaction was immediate and you jerked away from him, nearly spilling out of the blanket as Sans chortled. His expression turned predatory as his eye flashed, magic halting your swinging palm as you instinctively tried to slap him. Apparently he anticipated this reaction. Asshole.
"ah ah ah," he tutted, "play nice, human, or i'll have to show you a bad time." He winked with a shit-eating grin, and you felt like you were missing a reference somehow.
As you fumbled for a snarky comeback you heard Papyrus' boots clomping back from the kitchen, and yanked the blanket back up to your chin, trying to pull it away from Sans to deny him covert access to your body, at least while his brother was around. He withdrew with a lackadaisical grin, leaning casually against the armrest.
"Human, here is your water," Papyrus said gently as he offered the glass, kneeling to examine you. You murmured a thanks and gulped it down. He studied your face carefully. "I see you are very flushed. What is the matter? Are you overheated? I can get you a lighter blanket if... "
You glanced nervously towards Sans who just shrugged. Papyrus followed your gaze and his brow furrowed, "Has my brother been bothering you?" The look on your face said it all. The taller skeleton straightened and scowled at the shorter one couch-slouching beside you. Sans rolled his eye lights slightly and settled down to half-listen and nod to Papyrus' while he contemplated what to do with you next. Your skin was so soft and hot, so reactive to his ministrations. You were so fun to tease! He'd gotten a little carried away and forcing you to the brink of release only to cease and leave you frustrated was a bit cruel for this early in their relationship, whatever that was. Especially since he didn't have your explicit consent first. Oh. Shit, that's right. No boundaries had been set for him push. He fucked up. You were genuinely upset. He should've—
"Are you listening? Sans! Pay attention!"
Pap's admonishment broke him from his reverie and his gaze flitted between the two of you after grunting to acknowledge his listening. "You must not inundate our houseguest with puns while she is feverish! The last thing she needs is to be hot and bothered by your antics! She ..." His tirade trailed off as Sans proceeded to completely lose his shit, repressed giggles erupting into violent karmic retribution as he soon clutched his abdomen howling. The precise absurdity of Pap's accidental double entendres were too much to handle immediately after realizing his own fuckup.
This only agitated Papyrus further and he continued lecturing as you sank lower and lower under the blanket, wishing to disappear. "Really Sans! Proper hospitality is no laughing matter! You cannot simply tease a guest while they are unwell! You must take proper care of their needs—Sans are you even listening to me? What do you find so humorous in this!?"
Sans' wheezing had him collapsing sideways as Papyrus unintentionally escalated his amusement.
Tears pooled in his eye sockets as he tried to regain control of his body. Sans rolled and Papyrus silenced, arms crossed when his brother fell onto the floor. This startled Sans into a brief respite, as jostled tears slid down the side of his skull, but a glance at the two of you sent him into hysterics again.
As embarrassed and tense you were, Sans' tumble provoked a snicker from you, and his laughter proved infectious. Plus, despite the mortifying situation you could appreciate the irony as you giggled at Papyrus' frustration and Sans coming unglued. Man, he couldn't breathe, it really looked painful. Serves him right, you thought. Perhaps a little revenge is in order.
Sans managed to pull himself together and lay panting on the floor. But Papyrus again demanding an explanation set him off again and the taller skeleton turned to you instead. "Human! Do you know why my brother is incapacitated on this subject?"
You froze, all the humiliation rushing back as the focus returned to you. You stuttered, "Uhh I uh its um, well" trailing off and looking to the floor in shame. Sans was there, sitting up, still breathing heavy, and your eyes met his and you smirked. You were filled with determination. That asshole's going down.
Somehow you managed to keep a straight face. "I-It's hard to explain, Papyrus. Its a bit of an... inside joke," wagging an eyebrow at the already-floored skeleton when you said the key word.
It worked as intended: Sans was down again. He clearly hadn't anticipated that. You suspect it was his next line intended to fluster you and you beat him to the punch.
He rolled onto his back to gaze up at you upside-down as he fought to regain control of his own flailing body. Just like he did to you. Sorta. You decided to feel a sense of justice about it. God you hope he doesn't catch on why you're doing this and get angry at you. He'd probably punish you for it. You shivered at the prospect of his 'punishment'... Wait, focus on now.
...
Hehehe. Pun-ishment.
"Inside joke... What do you mean?" Papyrus squinted suspiciously.
You chewed your lip thoughtfully, keeping an eye on Sans as he coughed but had recovered fairly quickly.
"It's when... Oh, I can't put my finger on it.." you muse thoughtfully, index finger bouncing on your chin, buying more time. Sans cackled with a snort at that. He was sitting upright leaned against the couch, his right arm resting on the cushion he was formerly stationed on for support. You needed to whip out a storm if you wanted to do any more damage.
You considered imitating Sans' finger movements from earlier as you tapped your chin. But the thought made you blush and you were nowhere near confident enough to try that.
"It's when, something uh 'freaky' happens, butttttt only you and a friend know about it. This has uh, benefits?" you rambled just trying to fit as many puns per breath as you could, even if it devolved into nonsense. "When you reference it later, no one except your friend will find it humerus. but it's like a 'secret fun' code just for you and your friend, an intimate rib-tickler..."
You completely missed the sudden tinge of color on both skeletons' skulls.
"Like a covert button you tap for instant funny... and even if you explain-tit, nobody understands unless they were there. It's an awkward sit-uation. Um. If you're discrete enough you can pull it off without arousing suspicion..." You spared a glance at the shaking Sans, whose face was buried against his left arm into the couch, his right fist pounding across the cushion. Papyrus was looking very confused and increasingly irate.
"But uh, if—"
"ARGH! Enough! Human! Clearly Sans has infected you with his puns and I hereby quarantine you both in the living room until I've prepared my special cure-all spaghetti!"
"but pap she's already cured." Sans looked up at the two of you with a shit-eating grin.
"Nyeh? How?"
"you know what they say pap. laughter is always the best medicine."
"SANS!!" Papyrus shrieked and put his hands on his head, pulling out hair he didn't have. He stomped to the kitchen with a huff, the empty glass in tow. He paused at the doorway to add, "Oh, but if you need anything dear human, do let me know. For I, the Great Papyrus, am a most gracious host!"
And with that, you were basically alone with Sans again.