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You knew Papyrus was cute, but like this, he was downright adorable.
And surprisingly messy. You hadn’t expected it from a clean-freak like him. There was a blue-tinted sheen across his entire body, softly glowing sweat rolling from his skull to his neck. Beading on his ribs. Pooling in the curve of his pelvis. And that wasn’t even counting the thick, cream-colored drops of precum drooling from the tip of his trembling, dark blue dick.
You had to admit, he had managed to make it longer than you initially thought he would. But the signs of the strain were beginning to show. The soft click of bones and joints snapping together as his squirmed his hips in the air was evidence enough. Lazily, you ran your fingertips over the pure white soul in your hands, relishing in the way it trembled and chased after your touch. You rubbed your thumb across the surface, eyes glued on Papyrus’s head thrashing back and forth each time you pressed down.
“PLEASE,” he whined. Ignoring him, you instead lifted the heart-shaped appendage to your lips. Magic crackled weakly around you both, a fuzzy, addictive feeling that had your brain feeling foggy and core melting. You ground against his leg, hardly able to bite back your own gasps as you ran your tongue across the soul. Papyrus threw back his head and moaned.
You couldn’t see his eyes, but you knew they were rolling back under that makeshift blindfold tied around his skull. Turns out there was more than one use for his scarf after all. His wrists were firmly bound in place near the center of his chest, and you could hear his knuckles popping as he strained against the fabric. “PLEASE, HUMAN, PLEASE PLEASE—”
“Please what?” You teased, leaning down to gently slide your lips against the bones of his neck. The collar he wore, crimson silk bordered with white lace, tickled your chin. He immediately turned his head away, giving you more access to his throat while the frantic thrusts of his hips tilted closer. You fingered the bell gently, feeling his ribs rattle with each ding. “What is it that you want?”
“I—I WANT,” he gasped again. “I WANT TO C-COME.”
Giggling, you decided to give him a tiny bit of mercy. You repositioned yourself so that you now straddled his hips, pressing yours close enough to feel his length throb and grind against your thigh. “Do you now? But only good boys get to come. Have you been a good boy?”
His voice cracks when you run your tongue over the edge of his jaw. “I HAVE—HAVE BEEN A GOOD BOY!! PLEASE, HUMAN, PLEASE, I CAN’T—I NEED—"
“How good?” You mumble against his temple. He nuzzles under your chin, obviously desperate for affection, attention, anything. You hear his knuckles pop again when you give his soul a little squeeze.
“I’VE BEEN VERY GOOD!” When you lean against him to press a kiss to his temple you feel his tongue sweep over your neck. It crosses a somewhat faded bitemark and you can’t help but shiver. “I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED—PERFECTLY, MIGHT I ADD!!!”
A laugh bubbles up again, more genuine, and a burst of warmth spreads in your chest as you smile down at the indignant, yet smug look on his face. Yeah, he certainly was talented—in every aspect.
“You did! So that makes you a very, very good boy.” You don’t miss the way he shivers when your voice drops at the end. “And what do good boys get?”
“THEY GET TO COME??” Papyrus sounded like he was going to cry. “PLEASE TELL ME THEY GET TO COME.”
God, he was cute when he begged like that. “They get to come.”
Finally, you wrapped your hands around him. He was slippery as hell, absolutely coated with his own cum and still dripping. You felt kind of bad for making him wait so long. But the deep, feral noise he made when you gave an experimental flick of your wrist wiped all guilt from your mind. Needy Papyrus was hot.
Pleas continued to spill from his nonexistent lips up until the moment you tugged your underwear to the side and gently lined up his head with your entrance. His words melted away into thankful gasps and laughter when you rubbed him against you, letting him know that you were just as wet and hungry as he was. “Ready, baby?”
“ABSOLUTELY.” There was a huge grin on his face, despite the fact that his legs were shaking. “I HAVE BEEN READY FOR APPROXIMATELY A LONG TIME NOW.”
You let out a tiny breath, softer this time as you ease yourself down onto him. It was always a pain getting started, but that came with the territory. More specifically, his seven-and-a-half-inch long territory. His jaw clicked shut once the head slipped inside, though you heard his knuckles pop so hard that his shoulders jerked. Inch by inch, you work your way down, stopping only once, a little more than the halfway point, to take a break.
“ARE YOU OKAY?” He asks when you take a little longer than normal to get moving again, “DO YOU NEED TO STOP?? I CAN STOP IF YOU NEED TO!! IT WOULD BE VERY UNFORTUNATE IF YOU WERE TO GET INJURED BY MY UNFAIRLY SUPERSIZED PHALLUS!!!”
“No,” you assure him, fighting back the laughter at the earnest way he yelled ‘supersized phallus,’ “just enjoying the view.”
“I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO ENJOY THE VIEW.” He quipped back almost immediately. “…THE VIEW THAT IS YOU, IF YOU DIDN’T—”
“No, no, I got it.” You grin, tugging the blindfold away from his eyes. That part of the game is over anyway. He rolls his neck gently while you situate the scarf under his skull for cushioning, head falling back against the pillow as he takes you in. He’s quiet for a moment, and you can’t help the warmth that blooms inside you when he suddenly swipes a bright orange tongue across his teeth.
“I KNOW I AM VERY IMPRESSIVE TO LOOK AT, BUT I STILL WOULD HAVE TO STATE, DEAREST, THAT I AM THE ONE HERE WITH THE BEST VIEW.”
Your face burns and you playfully push his gaze away, unable to stop the giggles that follow when he yips, “PLEASE DO NOT BOOP THE SKELETON!”
After a moment of squirming, you give up and untie his hands as well. He stretches his arms out after a moment, lazily unlocking each joint before bending his hands together and crackling every knuckle in one loud cacophony of pops. “Feel better?”
“MUCH!!” He chirps, rolling his shoulders as he sits up. His fingers press into your sides as he gazes up at you, a gentle smile on his face. “DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE?”
“I might.” You confess. “Just gotta work my way back up a minute, then go down again.”
“OKAY.” That’s all he says, gently rocking his hips back down. You can see fresh sweat beading on his skull the farther he gets from your warmth, so you brace yourself by looping your fingers in his ribs. Wherever it was that was causing you so much trouble slips away, and you clench your hips a few times, relaxing immensely.
Papyrus trembles, clinging to your shoulders when you start to sink back down. It’s much easier this time, and you make it all the way to the base. His pelvic bone grinds between your thighs, but you don’t mind the rough feeling. It’s the fullness that you’re getting used to, all over again. Fuck, you’re so full, and he’s leaking so badly that it’s already dripping down your thighs.
“R-READY?” He croaks.
You nod your assurance, and he draws you in for a kiss as he starts to move.
It’s slow at first, he’s obviously testing you out for a moment, making sure you’re alright. You appreciate it immensely, but you’re burning at the same time, aching for him to just hurry up and take you as frantically as he’d been trying to earlier. But you enjoy the test thrusts as they come, achingly slow and tender as he whispers praise against your shoulder. It makes your heart hum, since you knew this was his way of giving you back what you’d given him.
The movements speed up gradually, and soon enough his words melt away into whimpers and grunts as you rock your hips in tandem with his, meeting each thrust with one of your own. When they start coming too fast for you to keep up with, you relax and just hang on. No matter how quick you tried to move, you never could match Papyrus’s speed, and soon enough he’s whacking up into you so viciously that his bed creaks with each movement.
Your vision goes white at the edges as he brings you to your peak and beyond in a matter of seconds. Even then, he keeps going, obviously not satisfied as he suddenly rolls you over and throws one of your legs over his shoulder. The bell hanging over his collarbone jingles frantically with every thrust, though his expression and demeanor are a complete one-eighty from the needy, whimpering Monster you’d been dealing with only moments ago.
Throwing your arms over your eyes, you bite your lip to stifle your moans and screams. With one hand, you feel Papyrus drag your arm away from your face, though he still holds your hips in place with the other. You’re going to be left with some bruises, but right now, it’s totally worth it. It gets difficult to keep your thoughts coherent with each pound of his hips, rocking into you so hard you feel the movements ripple through your whole body.
He leans over you, so close that you feel his breath ghosting over your neck with every grunt and hiss. His teeth trace your throat slowly, pausing over your shoulder, and you brace yourself when you feel them sink in. It hurts, but it hurts so fucking good, and without warning you unravel all over again, clenching around him as stars fill your vision. Suddenly he’s moving so quickly that you swear he’s using magic to cheat. You almost scream but before the sound slips out he’s bent over, pressing your faces together roughly with his tongue wrapped around your own, your cries muffled by the long, loud groan he lets out.
He freezes up with a visceral shudder, every bone clicking all the way down his spine before he shoves his hips as close as he can to yours. You’re limp as you feel him release into you, hot and sticky and still buzzing. Then he comes again. And again. You glance down after you feel the third gush spill down your legs, seeing blue-tinted liquid slowly dripping down your open thighs to seep into the bedsheets. So he was using magic.
“Cheater,” you whisper hoarsely, stroking his back when he slumps on top of you. He rolled onto his side, looking offended.
“I DID NO SUCH THING!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, ONLY THE FAIREST AND MOST NON-MAGIC BASED OPTIONS AVAILABLE!! YOU’RE JUST A SORE LOSER!!!” He grins at you, still smug as ever, and you glare at him—
Until you both melt into soft, bubbly giggles. With a single tug, you’re pulled flushed against his ribs, and he kicks a leg between your own to tangle you together. You feel him prop his skull against the top of your head, one hand stroking your back, the other cupping his soul between you both. “DID I DO GOOD?”
“Yes, sugar.” You reply with a kiss, reaching up to tap the bell of his collar. It dinged lightly. “You did very good.”
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