You could feel your cheeks burning nervously as you laid on the old couch, heart pumping in heavy thumps. It had his scent on it, urging you on more to do salacious things underneath the blanket. It was hard not to trace your fingertips lightly over your breasts, coaxing your nipples as you fantisized of that short, cute, intimidating skeleton. Your nipples were hardening underneath your borrowed shirt as your arousal began to rise, the nubs sensitively rubbing against the fabric. You thanked God or the Monster King or whatever from the bottom of your heart that Sans of all people would lend you a pajama shirt. It was too much, you thought. He had to be teasing you like this on purpose.

It had been only a couple weeks since you began bunking with the skeleton brothers, their couch being the only option on where to sleep, unless of course one of them offered you their bed, but you'd only accept if it was the shorter one offering. Over time you realized how much you like Sans; his bad puns, the way the corners of his mouth twinged as you teased him, his relaxed posture, and how serious he got when it needed to be. His shortcuts made you feel like you were walking on clouds, the magic felt like electricity pumping through you in all of the right places, sometimes too intensely if he was in more of a rush. You loved the feeling as the zaps ran from head to toe, gently pulsing at your more sensitive areas and making you instantly wet. Thankfully he always mistook your pleasure for exhaustion, offering a helping hand when you couldn't stand after it.

Now here you were, on the edge of giving into masturbation. You could feel yourself sweat as your breath caught in your throat. Papyrus was in bed and Sans was still at one of his many, many jobs. You could hear the clock ticking but couldn't see the time, though you felt if it was just for a little, you could pleasure yourself before Sans arrived home. You kept thinking that, convincing yourself that you'd have enough time, your fingers slowly teasing your crotch over top of the blankets, pressing and slipping down the slit over the thick layers of cloth. He has always arrived late, but the excitement of him catching you like this drove you wild. The TV was on, so you didn't have to worry about waking Papyrus to whatever noises you might make if it got too intense. Finally deciding on it, you went for it. Your fingers delved into the depths of your panties, content with how wet you had become. You giggle to yourself, what a naughty girl. It was just his scent, but look how wet you've gotten.

As you slip between the folds of your pussy and ready to enjoy ecstasy, the door swung open. You tore your hand away from your awaiting clit and turn your head in a panic. Sans. He closed the door, your face completely flushed.

"Hey, kiddo." He spoke low, careful not to wake Papyrus, and seeing that the TV was on, he plopped down next to you on the couch. You moved your legs to make more room, trying to stay calm as you positioned yourself to look like you were sitting more naturally. He looked at you, seeing your flushed face, shimmering with a thin layer of sweat and arousal.

"H-hey." You managed, heart beating from your throat. It came out at an odd tone, maybe too quiet. His eyes narrowed.

"Did I interrupt something?" Suggestion lingered in his heavy voice. He watched as your reaction turned towards surprise and embarrassment. Your eyes meet his. He was staring right through you.

"W-what makes you think t-that?" You stutter. Damn it. Those white pinholes didn't falter. You tried to relax more, letting the blanket slide down to your waist, attempting to look more comfortable with his presence. He glanced down for a few seconds then averted his eyes to the TV. Was he blushing?

"Well, it just looked like the show you're watching was giving you a bonefide expression." He paused for a second. "Also, I didn't know you have bones there." Confused for a moment you glanced down, your nipples harder than before. The blush on your face deepens.

"It's j-just cold. It's normal for this to happen." You say quickly.

"You're not just skin and bones, and you have a blanket. If I were you, I'd be quite hot, actually." He grinned, looking back at you. He could see you squirm, watching you look back and forth nervously. You were hot. Extremely hot.

Was he moving on to you? Flirting? Gulping, you look at the TV, speechless for a couple minutes before looking back to him. He was smirking. His eyes half-lidded as if he had you cornered. You let out a shaky breath and glance back and forth again before saying anything.

"Y-you're right. Maybe I'm getting sick." You lead on a little, watching his expression. He noticed your deception, and in turn he acted like he was worried or concerned. "Can you feel for my temperature?" You look at him with bedroom eyes, shifting in your spot. Cheesy! You thought. Too Cheesy!

He shrugs and grins, leaning towards you trying to keep his composure. "Sure thing, babe." Your heart caught in your throat and you swallowed it down. He had never called you that before, and though you knew he couldn't feel the cold of the snow, you wondered if he might be able to actually feel your warmth. As he leaned further, crawling towards you, you felt his femur brush against your leg. You feel him shudder, and for a moment his expression seemed more predatory. He paused.

"What's wrong?" You ask innocently, trying not to lose yourself in his smell as he moved closer. He was just inches away.

"N-nothing. Just don't know where to feel." He said in a low and ragged voice. Your heart squeezed, and your expression shifted very noticeably. He didn't miss it.

"Here..." You breathed, grabbing his boney hand and placing it on the side of your neck. His cool fingers made you blush deeply. You couldn't believe you got him to touch you. A chill ran up your spine and you closed your eyes for a few moments, trying to adjust.

"I think I know what you're sick with." He said. "You got a serious case severe boneliness." He nervously chuckled. You opened your eyes, you couldn't resist.

"Can you cure me?" You ask, your breath shaking. You wrapped one of your hands around the back of his jacket, gripping onto him tightly to pull him closer, and the other clasping gently on the back of his skull. He was silent. "Sans?" Your voice came out rather seductive, your love lust seeping through your expression and body language, your eyes begging him to fuck you.

He pushed his face forward into the crook of your neck, trying not to go absolutely crazy. "The cure is..." He huffed. "A trip straight to the bone zone." He pulled his head back, looking at you as if you were the prey and he was predator. Those pinpoint eyes of his had you mentally nailed in spot. You wanted him to ravage you, you didn't believe you both were really going through with this.

"Holy shit..." You couldn't take it anymore and pulled his face to yours, giving him a sloppy kiss against his chilly teeth, you could feel him press back, your heart practically leaping out of your chest. He took his hand that was on your neck and slowly slid it down onto one of your breasts, pushing two of his phalanges onto your nipple. "I'm going to need a lot of attention, Doc." You whispered, as he began to grope you conscientiously. The blankets slid off of the couch, revealing you to be only wearing his t-shirt and a pair of white panties, well, previously white. They were totally soaked in your juices by now. Your name slipped through his lips admiringly as he leaned back to marvel at your body.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He stated, using his other hand to grope the rest of you. His fingertips glided against the side of your other breast and below. You felt as he caressed each individual rib he could find with extreme care. While his hand moved lower, his fingertips raked lovingly against your stomach until they reached your hips and belly button, his cold skeletal digits making you squirm beneath him. He loved it. He watched as your hips pushed themselves deeper into the palm of his bony hand, your eagerness exciting him.

"More," You begged. "Touch me more." You pushed your hands beneath his coat and began to let your fingers slide against his rib cage, your fingertips exploring in between and inside each one. You could hear him groan. He leaned closer and rested his skull on your shoulder, nipping it softly with his teeth and giving your other breast attention as he slid his previous hand beneath your panties. He fondled the outter lips, spreading and squishing them around, loving how plump they were. A single digit delved in deeper, grazing your clit before he circled your entrance.

"Holy shit, you're so fucking wet." He sighed, though you didn't think skeletons could breath. You traced your fingers further down the skeleton as he began to experiment with your sweet spots. You leaned your head forward and eyed up his clavicle. Your tongue swished over it, becoming even further aroused at it's sweet and salty taste. Sans pulled in a sharp breath, aching for you to continue. You rested your traveling hand on his pelvis and continued to nibble and lick his clavicle, giving its entirety the attention it deserved, his hips beginning to gently buck on your fingertips. Moaning your name, he slipped a thick bony digit into your womanhood, causing you to pull in a sharp, pleasured gasp. Gently, he pressed the walls of your vagina, lightly teasing your sweet spot as he thrust his finger in and out of you. Twisting and turning it. The heat rose to your cheeks again, you've been waiting for what felt like forever for this moment.

"Sans." You plead, beginning to grind against his thrusting finger. You could feel his satisfied smirk next to you. He stepped up his game and now it was your turn. Your hands began to roam sweetly over his body. One traversed into his pelvis, gingerly trying to find every nook and cranny it had to offer. Your index finger tracing the inner front, circling the two small holes. You could feel him resist bucking harder into your hand. Your breathing was growing ragged and uneven as he inserted another finger, his bony digits going deeper and faster, scissoring and pressing certain spots you didn't even know about. Light moans escaped your throat and you couldn't help but run your other hand from his skull to down his spine. Each spinal disk receiving great attention as you softly massaged and groped them. Sans was going wild. You were too.

As the seconds flew by, you couldn't think straight. You could swear steam rose from your skin as Sans twisted and thrusted his fingers inside of you, juices leaking from the entrance. Hot and bothered moans escaped both mouths, sweat covering your bodies. Another bony finger penetrated. He slightly curled his digits, pushing against the walls of you, trying to find your G-spot, and it didn't take him long. You could feel your body rock with pleasure, and in desperation you grip him tightly. His pelvis is at your mercy as you stroke and rub it firmly, pressing passionately on what you took as his 'G-spot'. Both of you were trembling with pleasure.

"Sans, I'm-" He nodded fervently and bit down tightly on the curve of your neck, his hips bucking wildly and rubbing against your hand as pleasure rocked through him. His scent, his passion, they drove you over the edge. You felt him rub harder and harder until finally it came. You're back arched and you cried softly out in pleasure gasping and gripping onto the skeleton. Hot juices dripped onto his hand and marginally onto the couch, both bodies tense with the orgasms.

Minutes passed, Sans' body still slightly shuddering from the excitement. Your breathing finally reverted back to normal. Leaning back, you rested your head on the armrest of the couch. It was more than likely that your neck and shoulder had bite marked bruises. Sans drew away as well, still staring at you passionately. Sighing, he closed his eye sockets and plopped back onto the other side of the couch. Before you knew it, you had passed out.