still nstill don't mind

- so are you adding anything else there? — the girl frowned, examining the bottle of mustard in her hands, which she had just taken from her monster. So as not to drink. - the strongest alcohol that can be found in the dungeon. — the monster grinned widely, squinting his eye sockets funny and tilting his skull to the side, watching his friend with scarlet lights. - Papyrus knows? — Frisk cast a skeptical glance at the skeleton sitting next to him on the couch. He tensed. - No. — Sans breathed out warily. - but maybe he can guess. - He looked away with his bright red pupils to the side, even a little regretting what he had blurted out, but was immediately reassured by the fact that in all that time she had not revealed a single secret of his to anyone. -Will you try? — the older man’s interested gaze shifted again to the girl. - I don't know. — Frisk carefully looked at the bottle in her hands. She wasn't sure if she could eat or drink anything the monsters ate. The human stomach is much weaker. — she herself said the other day that you want to try something unusual. — the monster continued hoarsely, watching the girl’s reaction with curiosity. — I didn’t mean alcohol. — Frisk muttered dissatisfiedly, quickly looking at the elder. - so what? For company with me. — the skeleton grinned, sitting a little closer to the girl. -Will you have a drink? — I don’t really want to get completely drunk either. — Frisk sniffed the contents of the bottle, not catching anything except the very smell of the sauce. It was a challenge for her. “If only a little,” the girl continued thoughtfully. - Well, don’t hesitate. — the skeleton drawled impatiently, sitting up straighter. Frisk didn’t answer, grinned nervously, and quickly took a sip of this sauce, shaking her head, slightly wrinkling her nose after. Tastes like pure mustard. - that's disgusting. — the girl concluded, closing her eyes a little. - weakling. - Sans said bluntly, grabbed the bottle from her hands and took one sip, almost grimacing. Still would. Frisk burst out laughing, leaning on the back of the furniture. Sans watched her silently, almost repeating her last action, placing one hand on the back of the sofa near her shoulder, holding a bottle in the other. - crap. — the girl exhaled, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead with her hand. - Heh, are you that easy to get drunk? - the elder mockingly drawled, for which he received a light blow to the ribs. - lie. — the girl pouted offendedly, snatching the bottle of sauce from his brush. He was about to say something, but Frisk pointed her finger at his teeth, shushing him loudly. Sans frowned with displeasure, but didn’t mind, and Frisk took a couple more sips of the sauce and felt only the sharpness of pure mustard, which, moreover, seemed to warm her from the inside with a strange feeling for her. She handed the bottle back to the monster, who then drank a little of the sauce, watching her friend with great interest, not taking his curious pupils away from her. Sans chuckled loudly, but said nothing more. Frisk thoughtfully stared at the TV that the monster had just turned on. She felt a certain lightness and did not notice his long response. Eyes to eyes. She didn't realize it until he spoke. -What are you looking at, little thing? — the monster grinned hoarsely, Frisk shuddered, looking away to the side and sitting a little more comfortably, not noticing how she was getting closer to the skeleton. And realizing that she was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Sans, she tried to move away, which he did not allow, dropping his hand from the back of the sofa, immediately pulling her back, hugging her shoulder. — I like to violate personal space. — Frisk smiled guiltily. - No problem, sweetie. But I love it when my personal space is violated. Sans grinned widely, flashing a gold tooth. Frisk laughed, relaxing in his arms. She calmly leaned her elbows on his shoulder, pressing herself against the monster’s warm side, feeling how he was a little tense, and the girl’s drunken consciousness even liked it. “This is so cool...” whispered Frisk. “We’ve never just... laid around together before.” Why didn't we lie around? The monster squinted, looking into her eyes and making an incomprehensible sound, similar to a moo. - like... like cats... you know. — the girl hesitated, trying to find words, while actively gesturing with her hands. — they kind of lie on the mat together. Stupidly clumps of fur, as if... without bones... - How can I live without bones? — Sans clarified thoughtfully and even somehow gloomily, interrupting the thoughts of the intoxicated man. - I even have a bone for you. From English bone - bone, boner - boner - the skeleton laughed, grinned cheesily and glanced briefly at Frisk, turning his gaze back to the black box, pretending to concentrate on it. - I don’t mind. — the girl shrugged and ran her hand over the monster’s skull. Sans shuddered, briskly removing Frisk's hand. - fuck, what are you doing? — the elder growled, casting a dissatisfied glance at his red and darkened pupils. - you're funny. — the girl ignored his question, lying on the shocked monster’s lap with her back. He fidgeted, resting his hands on the sofa. -What's gotten into you, little one? - Sans muttered alarmedly. - I'm not your child! - the girl protested. Monpage decided to remain silent, at the same time remembering that this year she turned 19 years old. Although from his point of view she has hardly changed, perhaps only externally, but not at all in character. Frisk whined displeasedly when he removed her from his lap and sat her down straight, holding her behind her back. The sick skeleton didn’t even know what to do now, and the only thing he promised in his thoughts was that he would never let her drink again. Never. The girl noticed a little bead of sweat on Sans. He's nervous but tries to hide it. The monster exhaled heavily and glanced sharply at Frisk, who again pressed herself against his side with a dramatic sigh. - Oh shit. So..” Sans began tensely, frowning. “..you’d better... not be near me right now.” The elder turned away, avoiding the piercing gaze of the girl, who, taking advantage of the skeleton's hesitation, plopped down on his lap again, trying to catch his gaze, noting that his bones were hard and she would take care of his back next time. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a red glow from under his clothes and looked at him in bewilderment, receiving a nervous, excited look in response. It was then that Frisk realized the whole situation, quietly saying: “Ah.” Sans jerked, closing his eye sockets and throwing his head back. - so, fuck, look, I'm sorry, I just... you touched me, and I'm still horny, and you know, you're so hot, and then you go and say all sorts of shit, and I can't stop thinking about it, so you It’s better to just go to sleep and definitely not be near me right now, I don’t want you to think that I’m just taking advantage of you or... Frisk pointed her finger at the monster’s sharp teeth, shushing her soulfully, extending the hissing a little longer. - I don't mind. Sans frowned, baring his teeth in an unkind way. He grabbed her hand, which was still at his jaws, to the girl’s surprise, running his hot and slightly rough tongue along her wrist, leaving a trace of red saliva, after which he took a couple of fingers into his mouth, biting them, letting him feel the real sharpness of the teeth. Frisk grinned, trying to break free, but he held her tightly, continuing to bite her hand, causing her to blush, starting to sober up a little. The terribly heavy gaze of the dark red pupils literally pierced her, as if hypnotizing her. - still okay? — the skeleton clarifies, licking the girl’s fingertips. - I still don't mind. “Frisk shook her head slightly to confirm her words. He squeezed the girl's wrist tighter. - fuck. — the monster swore hoarsely. - I need you to say that you really want this... - you're boring. — the girl sighed doomedly, frowning funny. - What are you going to do? Sans jerked Frisk over onto the sofa and instantly hung on top with a burning gaze, sitting on top, restricting the girl’s movements. - I'm going to fuck you right on this couch. And you, apparently, don’t understand this, so I ask again,” the monster growled, and a shiver ran through Frisk’s body. Nice. - Do you really want this? She looked at him silently, her lips parted in shock. But before, she didn’t even allow Sans to look at her in the wrong way. The eldest was waiting, and Frisk suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his burgundy sweater and pulled him towards her, licking his teeth with her tongue. In response, he opened his jaws, diving his magical tongue into the girl’s mouth. Frisk was surprised at how long his tongue was and made a startled sound, to which Sans just grinned. The bitterness of the tobacco made the girl wince a little. There was nothing he could do about it, and quitting smoking was not part of his plans. The skeleton pulled away first, sitting directly on her hips, watching the girl's reaction. - Sans, please... The monster frowned and chuckled questioningly. - I-I want more. - Frisk whined, grabbing the edges of the skeleton's jacket. So that he doesn't leave. Did you really intend to? You can't pull him away from her by the ears. Now that's for sure. He smiled cheesily, leaning lower, and placed the skull on her shoulder, almost pressing his teeth into the girl’s ear. - Mind you, you asked for it yourself, sweetie. - the skeleton purred and immediately clung to Frisk’s neck, biting slightly, simultaneously licking all the bite marks with a slightly rough tongue, while with his hands he dived under her T-shirt, stroking and pinching her sides. Suppressing a moan, the girl threw her head back, giving Sans even more space, which he immediately began to eagerly lick with his tongue and leave a string of dark marks from sharp teeth. Pulling away, he pulled off Frisk's T-shirt in one motion, throwing the fabric somewhere to the side, simultaneously throwing off his hot jacket and taking off the burgundy gloves that matched his pupils and flew to the floor. The girl didn’t even think about covering up, the alcohol was taking its toll and the monster couldn’t help but like it. He carefully ran his sharp phalanges along her sides, making Frisk tremble from the ticklish sensations, rising to her chest, squeezing one of them with his phalanges of fingers, scratching her a little. The girl muttered something under her breath in satisfaction, closing her eyes, which caused a satisfied laugh from the monster, who was already squeezing both breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands. At some point, he dropped his hands,exactly to her shorts, adjusting her protruding pelvic bones. “oh shit, I want you more than I thought.” — Sans frowns, looking into Frisk’s eyes to see her reaction. - so what are you waiting for? — She smiled artificially, which did not escape the attentive skeleton. The skeleton growled gutturally, standing up from her legs, hanging on top to squeeze his knees between her cramped legs. Sans pulled off the girl's shorts, along with her underwear, watching Frisk's ears turn a little red. He is more than sure that if she had been sober, she would have blushed all over from head to toe. But what is he thinking about? If Frisk hadn’t been drinking, she wouldn’t have let him get so close at all. - You started to feel shy somehow late. — the elder grins, looking into the girl’s eyes, still hanging over her. - it’s just that you undressed me, but you took off almost nothing. — the girl explains, looking somewhere in the area of the monster’s collarbones. Sans grins loudly, covering his eye sockets, scolding contentedly. He stood up to take off his dark red sweater, revealing for Frisk a view of his snow-white rib cages, covered with unpleasant abrasions and small cracks. After which he simply snapped his fingers to remove his shorts, which were unpleasantly stretched by magic. He pulled the girl into a kiss again, accompanied by her quiet squeak, when she felt that the monster’s hot and heavy penis was pressing into her stomach, already secreting some amount of lubricant. - do not mind? - Sans laughed, deliberately teasing. - No. — the girl exhaled, feeling the elder’s magical flesh on her stomach trembling with impatience. The monster pressed her under himself more comfortably, positioning himself at her entrance. Frisk wrapped her arms around Sans' neck vertebrae, pressing him to her chest as he entered her for the first time. The girl muttered strangledly, closing her eyes tightly, and the skeleton lightly bit the girl’s shoulder in order to switch off the initial unpleasant sensations, pushing deeper, to a pleasant stop, pressing into the uterus. He pressed himself against Frisk with all his bones in a way that no other person could, and the gradually increasing rhythm became mind-blowing. - grrrh, uh, damn. - Sans growled hoarsely and at some point he pushed his penis in harder, forcing him to swallow air and squeeze his bones tighter in his fists. The monster continued its rhythm with a little more concentration, feeling that Frisk was already at the limit. Using magic, the skeleton moved her hands away from him, chaining them behind her head. - shh, wait. — Sans rose to his knees, throwing Frisk’s legs over the ilia for convenience, continuing the fast pace of thrusts, unrestrainedly scratching the girl’s sides. “You have no idea how fucking long I’ve been waiting for this.” - the happy monster wheezes. He continued the rough rhythm until Frisk arched her back, screaming raggedly. Sans's rhythm was confused due to the fact that inside the girl it became even narrower, but he was not going to stop until he himself reached the peak. He came inside with a loud sigh, lying on top of the exhausted girl. Frisk felt his magic relax inside her. They were just enjoying each other's hugs. They're like cats. They lie on the sofa together. Stupid bundles of happiness, as if... without bones... * * * When Frisk woke up the next morning, it took her a while to remember where she was. The girl was not on the sofa, but in the bed of the older skeleton. She tensed, remembering last night. With each new detail remembered, Frisk's face became redder and redder. -What are you thinking about, sweetie? — the girl turned around at the hoarse voice of the monster, who was lying pressed against her side, one eye socket slightly open with an attentive red light. Frisk immediately realized that behind his mocking tone he was hiding an attempt to test the waters. Worried. Fears? - yes, so... about life. — the girl looked at him with a frightened smile, shrugging her shoulders, immediately turning away, not knowing where else she could blush. Sans propped himself up on his elbows to look into her eyes. - y-you really wanted this? Weren't you just drunk? — the elder lingered for a long time at the girl, and then grinned loudly and sharply leaned back on the pillow, covering his face with his hand, groaning protractedly. - damn, how I screwed up... - no, Sans. - Frisk exhaled, taking his brush, looking into the empty eye sockets. - what.. no? — the monster looked sideways at the girl with blurry pupils. - everything is fine, fool. I'm just very embarrassed about it all. Y-I love you.. - Frisk closed her eyes, and Sans smiled wider, relaxing, so that in an instant he could press the girl into the bed, hanging on top. The satisfied monster licked her nose with his tongue, lowering the skull to her shoulder, butting the girl in the temple. - I love you too, sweetie. - Sans muttered contentedly. He wouldn't be the first to confess. - although I don’t know what you saw in a monster like me. — the skeleton grinned nervously, breathing into his ear. Frisk smiled, stroking the elder's skull. — Should you number the list or something like that? — Sans hugged the girl tighter, without answering the question. He didn't need it. He only needs her.