Chapter Text
Sans always seemed so innocent, but I knew better than to believe his bullshit.
…Okay, well, maybe not at first, no.
He always played dumb to the ways of the birds and the bees, acting so oblivious to his brother’s lewd jokes… Yes, Sans always had to be the responsible brother, the brother that neglected his own needs for those of his younger, though much taller, brother. Everyone considered him to be the more sensible of the two, though he may act a bit overzealous at times.
And then one day, last week, I caught him red-handed.
Well, blue-handed, I guess one could say.
I came over to the skelebros’ house to ask to borrow something from Sans, but Papyrus answered the door.
“Is Sans around?”
“yeah, he’s in his room, go on up.”
As I walked up the steps, I could see that his door was closed. He wasn’t taking a power nap this late in the afternoon, was he? He never seemed like the type to take naps.
Walking closer to the door, I thought I could hear some voices from inside his room. Did he have some friends over? I held my breath and pressed my ear to his door to listen.
“Yeeeeees! Fuck my slutty little pussy! Yes yes yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck fuck!”
My face burns in hot shame at the sound of a shrill woman’s voice coming from his room, her moans and screams causing my stomach to drop.
Sans is fucking someone?
O-Oh God! I didn’t even know that he—
Can he—
But who—
Out of shear jealousy possessiveness curiosity, I can’t pull my ear away from his door.
The more I eavesdrop, however, the more I realize that there is a certain static associated with the woman’s voice. That distinctive sound of skin-slapping-skin accompanies her voice, and I can vaguely hear some shitty royalty-free background music.
Is Sans… watching porn?
My cheeks are still flushed with blood, and the sudden realization of the responsible, selfless skeleton brother indulging himself by watching pornography…
“Yes! Put it in my ass! Fuck your little cock slut, fuck me in my ass!”
Oh my God. What a dirty little—!
My hand is on the door knob to his room. What am I doing?
…
Oh, who am I kidding? I know exactly what I’m doing.
Curiosity gets the best of me as I twist the door knob ever-so-slowly, praying to God that he didn’t have the foresight to lock it. I’m delighted when my wrist makes a full half-turn, and I gently push the door open just a crack to peer inside.
His room is pitch black, his curtains drawn and not a single light on, save for the glowing screen of his computer flashing colored images throughout his room. On his computer screen, a completely naked blonde woman is bent over a couch with a man thrusting roughly into her from behind. She has absolutely huge tits, squishing into the forest green sofa as she gets fucked into submission by the male behind her.
I can’t help but to think of how similar this woman looks to me. I decided to dye my hair a couple months ago, now sporting a beautifully classic platinum blonde color. And I look down at my own breasts… I mean they’re not huge like hers are, but I would consider myself well-endowed.
And then I take a look at Sans, who sits at his computer desk with his back turned to me, but he’s slightly angled so that I can see that his pants are unzipped and slightly pulled down, revealing his…
Oh my God…
It’s… Absolutely mesmerizing. I watch, completely entranced, as his bare phalanges of his right hand hurriedly run over a blue glowing cock repeatedly, only slowing down when his cries of pleasure seem to get more and more intense. It’s pulsing with blue magic, and, if I’m being completely honest, it’s much bigger than I expected the short skeleton to have (not that I expected him to have a dick in the first place).
He expertly rubs his thumb over the tip to smear the beaded precum over the rest of his cock, and it’s quite obvious that this is not his first time masturbating. The way he teases himself when he slowly pumps his cock in his hand, or rubs the sensitive tip until he doubles over from overstimulation…
Sans is watching the screaming woman on his computer screen intently, but every couple of seconds he’ll curse under his breath and turn his head to bite into his scarf, effectively muffling his moans of pleasure. I can see blue tendrils of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and I can tell he’s starting to get close. His breathing is ragged and hitched, and his moans, though muffled through his scarf, are starting to get louder as he pumps his cock faster and faster.
Oh my Lord.
And then, with one final strained moan, much louder than the rest, he leans his head back and stretches his legs out in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as glowing blue cum ejaculates from his cock forcefully, falling onto his thighs and some even falling to the floor.
I can catch that my own breath is somewhat ragged in my own arousal of watching the short skeleton pleasure himself so expertly.
Sans continues slowly pumping his cock with his hand, riding through his orgasm, and starts to jerk at the overstimulation after it subsides. He sighs heavily, completely contented now, and lets his limbs go limp as he leans back further into his desk chair. He relaxes for a few moments to allow his breathing to return to normal, and finally looks down at his hand and pants, both covered in his magical ejaculate.
“Fuck,” he huffs heavily, and I can’t believe I hear the word come out of his mouth. This is the same monster that constantly says “WOWIE” and calls himself “THE MAGNIFICENT SANS.” It’s like I’ve just seen a completely different side of him.
After quickly (and quietly) shutting his door and running down the stairs again, deciding to maybe ask for the thing I needed tomorrow, I can’t help but think about what I just saw. Time to ask the hard questions, human.
Is Sans sexually frustrated?
To be quite honest, Sans has never particularly come across as a traditionally sexual person to me. He’s a skeleton, with no fleshy bits or parts that humans would classically consider scandalous or lewd, and up until very recently I had no idea if they even had the capability of intercourse… I know first-hand that monsters do have sex (thanks to the lack of locked doors at Alphys and Undyne’s house), so it makes sense that Sans, a monster that has the possibility to engage in intercourse, would masturbate just like humans do.
Is Sans a virgin?
If he is, it’s definitely not from an absence of confidence; that guy has the self-esteem of Narcissus himself, and I’m absolutely positive that Sans would be able to score any girl he wanted with his cheery disposition and eagerness to please. No, if he’s a virgin, then maybe it’s because Sans has always put Papyrus above anyone or anything else. Is it possible that Sans has never even thought about having sex?
Well, based on the way he jerked himself off to the image of a human woman getting fucked, I’d say that’s probably not the case.
But what if Sans isn’t a virgin? Who would he have slept with? I…
I find that I don’t want to think about that.
Back to my previous theory.
Sans has always been so busy taking care of his brother by making sure that Papyrus gets out of bed every morning and actually eats something besides honey. Maybe he thinks that sleeping with someone to vent his sexual frustration would ruin the fraternal dynamic that they share. Sans doesn’t seem like the type for one night stands, either, but dating someone takes a great deal of dedication, both emotionally and financially. It’s quite possible that he’s avoiding finding a girlfriend to continue ensuring the well-being of his brother without distraction.
But maybe Sans has just never had the time to actually do that kind of stuff. If given the opportunity, do I think he would take it?
From what I just saw, I’d bet money on it.
On my drive home, with various thoughts and theories of a particularly lewd Sans dancing through my head, I suddenly find my feelings for him bursting out into the open. We’ve been such great friends for such a long time, but I had always found it difficult to sexualize him. If anything, I guess I had assumed that Sans was asexual. But seeing him stroking a cock he could fuck me with, and the desire to fuck written plain on his face while encompassed in the throes of his own sexual pleasure…
I want him.
Give him an opportunity, and he’ll take it.
After all, the girl in the porn he was watching looked oh-so-similar to me, almost uncanny! Did Sans want to take his first opportunity with me? In retrospect, I am the only human female he seems to hang around on a regular basis. Though the question still remains: is that by choice or lack of chances?
I decide I want to find out. I’m at the stoplight just around the corner from my house when I find myself determining my resolve.
I will seduce Sans, and (hopefully) take his virginity.
…Oh fuck. And then I remember something.
Papyrus.
Papyrus may be the younger brother, but I’ve seen how possessive he can be of his brother Sans.
I think back to when all three of us went to the park together, and Sans made a beeline for a young woman on a walk with her small white Pomeranian. Sans, too busy playing with the pup, was completely oblivious to the young woman’s coy flirting techniques. Papyrus, on the other hand, could see right through her intentions and, with a boney finger dragging across the vertebrae where his neck would be, threatened the poor girl.
She feigned having to be elsewhere at that particular moment and left with her dog in a panicked frenzy, much to Sans’s dismay. I remember looking at Papyrus with a puzzled look, and he simply returned my expression with one of his own that stated plainly without words, ‘Stay the fuck away from my brother.’
Perhaps Papyrus, with his nihilistic tendencies, understands the emotional vulnerability and naïveté of Sans, someone who puts his whole self unapologetically into all of his friendships. Someone so unreserved with his feelings is susceptible to a great deal of heartbreaks… Maybe Papyrus just doesn’t want to see him get hurt in the worst way possible: emotionally.
But I don’t want to break Sans’s heart, I just want to make him scream my name in the lewdest way imaginable.
If I did decide to seduce Sans, I would surely be playing with fire with Papyrus looking out for him.
But no, the possibility of sharing a marvelous night with my favorite skeleton outweighs the risk involved! I have to be careful, and keep my intentions a secret from Papyrus, and probably everyone else that is close to him. I need to make sure that I let Sans initiate everything we do to cover my tracks, but my resolve stands firm.
Sans will be mine.
When he invited me over for his taco night the following weekend, I made sure to start out my diabolical plan right.
“Hey human, can you get the lettuce out of the fridge?” he asks me absentmindedly, a knife gripped firmly in his hand as he roughly chops at some tomatoes on his cutting board.
“Yeah, of course!” comes my enthusiastic response, but not because I’m happy to be helping him cook, no I’m not.
I had taken the opportunity to wear this obscenely short summer dress, the pleats barely covering the rounded curve of my ass. When I found out that Papyrus had gone to Muffet’s that night, I took my panties off completely.
So here I go, seductively swaying my hips as I walk over to the fridge. Opening the door, I curve my back as I bend over, keeping my legs straight as I feel the dress pull over my supple ass. I pretend to search through the fridge innocently enough, oh, now where could those pesky skeleton brothers keep their lettuce? I gently start to move my hips from side to side, and with my head still stuck in the fridge, I finally pipe up, “Sans, I can’t find it!”
Sans sounds surprised. “What? It should be in there, in the drawer on the bot—“
And I hear the sharp clatter of his knife hitting the kitchen floor.
I smile wickedly; my delicious plan has worked! Taking a brief moment to let him stare at my ass and the slick lips of my pussy a little bit longer, I quickly right myself and turn to look at him with feigned concern.
His face is absolutely priceless! His cheekbones are flushed with this light cyan blue blush from his magic, and his eye sockets are blanked from astonishment. When he realizes that I’ve turned around to look at him, he blinks a couple of times to wash away his expression and replaces it with nervous embarrassment.
“O-Oh! Crud, I—I didn’t mean to—“ he stammers as he picks up the knife from the floor and brings it over to the kitchen sink to wash it off. I can see as he wipes some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
I gently walk up behind him, making sure to press my breasts into his back as I ask, “Oh no, did you cut yourself?”
Suddenly he grabs his left hand with his right and starts to howl with pain (what a drama queen!), sprawling backwards and starting to walk out of his kitchen. “Oooow! Ouchie ouch oooh yes I did, human! C-Could you finish cutting those for me? I’ll go find a bandage!”
And he runs away, his blue scarf fluttering behind him.
Delighted with my accomplishment, I decide to finish his work for him.
But he ends up taking a very long time, and I know exactly what he’s doing. I didn’t hear him go up the stairs to his room, so he’s probably just locked himself in the bathroom downstairs. I can imagine he’s leaning over the toilet, hand pressed into the wall as he reaches into his pants to stroke at his cock urgently, no doubt picturing the lovely sight of my pussy through his closed eye sockets.
I wonder if he’s moaning my name through short, gasping breaths of pleasure.
I bet he’s imagining what it would be like if I had bent over for him in my dress, and oh, he just wants to shove his tongue inside me and when he’s had enough tasting my sweet, sweet pussy juice, he’ll pull out his cock and start fucking me roughly, fucking me like his corrupted mind craves, and—
Sans finally returns to the kitchen after about ten minutes, and he seems to be in quite a relaxed mood. His face flushes when he sees me, but overall he has this look of cool dignity to him.
And then I decide to wipe that look off his face. “Where’s the bandage?” I ask innocently enough, slightly fluttering my eyelashes.
He startles and looks at his hand, then back up to me as he hides his ‘injured’ hand behind his back. “I—I couldn’t find any!”
“Oh, well are you still hurt?”
“N-NOPE!” he hurriedly replies. “I-It healed up all on its own! See?” He shoves his hand into my face so that I can see that his hand has ‘magically’ healed on its own.
“WOWIE, MAGIC SURE IS GREAT!” he hurriedly finishes before marching off to finish his culinary creation.
Oh, my sweet little Blue, things are only going to get hotter from here on out.
After spending a ridiculous amount of time lying in bed to ponder what I should do next to facilitate my seduction, it’s actually Sans that texts me later that night.
11:18 PM
HUMAN? ARE YOU AWAKE?
11:19 PM
Huh? Sans? What are you still doing up?
11:23 PM
WELL… I WANTED TO ASK YOU SOMETHING
11:23 PM
Okay, sure. What is it?
11:24 PM
DO YOU… LIKE ME?
11:24 PM
Pfft, well yeah, I like you. You’re a rad friend
11:25 PM
NO… I MEAN…
11:29 PM
THERE’S NO BETTER WAY TO SAY THIS, SO I’M JUST GOING TO ASK!!
11:29 PM
Do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow, human?
My heart pounds into my chest as I read his text, over and over again, my eyes scanning the eleven words plastered on my phone screen. My plan has already started to work! Sans must feel compelled to ask me on a date first before he can bring himself to sleep with me. I guess I sort of knew that Sans would have an inner romantic, but man if I’m not giddy like a preteen schoolgirl.
11:30 PM
Yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun! :)
11:30 PM
!!!!!!!
11:30 PM
HUMAN!!!!
11:30 PM
I PROMISE TO MAKE THIS THE BEST DATE EVER!!!
11:30 PM
SURELY YOU WILL FALL FOR THE MAGNIFICENT SANS IN NO TIME!!
11:31 PM
I WILL SHOW A MOVIE AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW NIGHT, APPROXIMATELY 8 PM
11:32 PM
Okay! Sounds good!
11:33 PM
Can I make one request, though?
11:33 PM
Yeah, what is it?
11:34 PM
Don’t wear panties tomorrow, either.
I freeze.
A lump forms in my throat and I can feel my stomach start to turn inside out.
My face flushes with boiling hot blood as I read that text over and over again. I try to imagine his voice, deep and hushed in my ear, whispering those very same words to me.
“Don’t wear panties tomorrow, either.”
And then I start to imagine other things he might say to me, so I quickly try to get the thought out of my head.
Of course, this means that Sans is on to my diabolical scheme, or maybe just suspicious of it. After all, as much as I hate the concept of wearing clothing that labels one as “asking for it,” I literally was “asking for it” today. Maybe Sans isn’t as naïve as I’ve believed him to be.
I’m sure the question nags in his mind: why would I, the human that he’s known for a solid two years, pick now of all times to begin to seduce him? What could have made me decide so suddenly to display myself in front of him? What could I have seen?
I find myself sighing contentedly as I press my face further into my pillow. I can’t wait for tomorrow.
But at the same time… what does Sans have in store for me tomorrow?