The Day of Bed Antics
*you can't breath*
*something heavy is on you*
*it's an arm a skeleton arm*
*holy shit it's heavy*
“Sans..guhh move your arm”
“mmmmmh”
He turned over wrapping himself over you, smothering you once again , as he locked his grip so you couldn't get out.
“really Sans come on”
You tried squirming, that did nothing but manage to turn you around to face him, his lids were shut but he was only half asleep. Now you could smell his shirt *great* it wreaked of ketchup, liquor and sweat. He was still in his clothes while you slept half naked in his bed, you looked up to see him slowly falling back to sleep.
“Sans get up uhh”
If you could just get his arm to move, but it wouldn't budge. Maybe if you tickled him but where the hell are you supposed to tickle a skeleton, he doesn't have a nerve system. * might as well give it a shot*, you touched his femur no you rubbed your feet against his not even a twitch. So you touched the only area your hands could reach, his spine and let's just say he didn't not like it.
“huh… fuuuucckk”
He moaned very loudly, his hot breath hitting your head. Once he realized what happened, he quickly backed up off the bed making a loud ‘thumhp’ when he hit the ground. He sat up eye blazing blue, as he looked around the room for danger. Once he calmed down he blinked the once brilliant blue flame now gone, his pitch black sockets now on you.
“not funny doll”
You couldn't help but laugh, he fell straight on his ass right after letting out that embarrassingly loud moan.
“holy shit. .hah..*wheeze*..wh-what was that”
He stood up fixing his shirt, even though he was facing away you could still see a tinge of blue on his cheek bones. Making you laugh even more, your sides starting to hurt after awhile forcing you to calm down.
“ok..ok wooo, so Mr. Sensitive are you going to tell me what happened or am I going to have to do it again”
“i don't have to tell you anything”
He layed back onto the bed resting his hands behind his head, in a relaxed position letting out a long sigh.
After a lot of awkward silence you realized you should probably leave, sans got what he wanted he probably doesn't want you here anymore. You took a long look at his room, one thing you could say was that it was a mess, clothes everywhere ketchup bottles on the floor and you weren't sure but you think you saw something move.
“gross… Sans can I have my clothes, I don't think papyrus would like it if I walked around partly nude”
He opened one of his eyes, the pupil looking you up and down making you nervous.
“who said you could leave, huh”
“wh-what”?
“I don't like repeating myself”
His tone giving off a warning, what in the hell was his problem shouldn't he be all happy he finally got what he wanted. *If anything, I should be the one who's pissed*, how dare he.
“what's up your ass”
“watch your language”
“are you going to talk to me, or lay there and lecture me”
“hmm one does sound more interesting than the other”
He gave off his signature asshole smile, feeling happy knowing that he could rile you up in a meer seconds.
“Sans I'm serious”
“hi serious nice to meet you”
“NOT FUNNY”
“alright alright your clothes are on the desk”
He just stared at you, his smirk unwavering. He knew why you couldn't move off the bed, if you got up he'd have a full view of your ass. Probably make some fun remark and make your blush even worse.
“c-can you pass them to me”
You stuck your hand towards him, while the other was pulling your shirt down.
“why don't you reach over me and get them”
If this was his idea of a joke, like all his other ones it wasn't funny. But on the other hand you really needed your pants, so it was either your pants or your pride.
*oh well fuck it*
You climbed over him to reach for your pants, about to grab them when a heavy pressure on your chest dragged you down so your chest was slammed into his legs. The angle making your ass stick out, you wanted to turn your head towards the blue glowing bag of shit, but found you couldn't move.
“SANS WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU..”
‘WHACK’
‘WHACK’
You couldn't finish your sentence due to a very hard skeleton hand, swinging down to smack your ass TWICE. You had to bite down on your lip, just so you wouldn't scream. You tried to move, but that got you nothing but another smack.
“wh-hat are you doing”
He chuckled the deep laugh his bones vibrating against your skin, as his hand rubbed your probably bruised cheeks.
“someone got a lot quieter, oh and isn't that cute you're blushing, don't tell me you actually like this”?
oh god you do, scratch that you LOVE it, the sharp sting when his bony hand meets skin, the tingling pain that last for just a few more seconds when he does, if you could rub your thighs together you would. The heat in your stomach rising, but you couldn't let him know that.
“y-yeah being hit by a hard ass skeleton hand just so happens to be what I dream about”
Two more hits
“well, this is your punishment your not supposed to enjoy it”
“what for bossy bones”?
Another
“for being selfish, and cumming before your master”
Now that took you by surprise, your blush becoming even worse as you accidentally let out an embarrassing whine.
“I never agreed to that”!
Three smacks
“you didn't have to, your body tells me everything. For instance right now…”
He trailed his fingers, down the back of your thighs slipping them into your already dripping cunt rubbing his fingers up and down your slit, moaning at the oh so wanted contact. He pulled them away a slimy string of your juice staying connected then soon snapping, as he dragged them in front of your face.
“it's telling me you really do like being treated like the little slut you are”
That shit grin permanently plastered on his face radiated arragance, you could feel his hands roaming your body as you were forced to look down. Your breath shallow
As you tried to stay sane, but holy shit did he know how to push your buttons.
“now if your obedient your punishment will be over quickly, but if you decide not to listen you'll have a bad time do you understand”
Your mind way to dazed to answer, so instead you just nodded.
“good, now start counting”
“....one…”