Just Plain Old Lazy! (Bara!SansxReader) {LEMON}

Story: Twenty Eight

So Sans ended up calling him.

Nothing really important, which pissed you off. Just some gossip. Or so Sans said, and you hoped he wasn't lying.

You got a visit from Tori and Frisk.

"What's up?"

"Frisk wanted me to drop her off, if your not busy."

"It's cool, I'm off work today." You smiled and stepped aside as Frisk slipped past you. Tori smiled, almost painfully.

"I'll be back to pick her up soon."

"Alright."

You closed the door, then went to find Frisk.
You found her in Sans' room.

"Well, kid, you seem to know your way around the place!" You say playfully. She's sitting on the bed, swinging her legs.
You can't help but imagine what he did to you on that bed.

"What's up? What do you need?"

"How's Sans?"

"He's alright. He got fired, and I think he's out back. He said he was training. Not sure what for, but hey, training nonetheless." You sit next to her.

"Who got him fired?"

"Oh.... just someone who can't see past their own nose." You note that she doesn't ask how, but who. Like she expected it.

"That's not cool." She keeps staring at the junk-nado in the corner.

"Heh, no its not."

"How are you and him?"

You carefully choose the words, "good.... okay. We're doing okay."

Frisk nods, and you guys go off on a more casual subject. While chatting, you hear the door open and close, and Sans yelling about him being home.

I thought he was training out back...

Frisk practically leaps off the bed and sprints into the next room. You follow, and get to witness her tackle hugging him. He looks ecstatic as he swings her around, then sets her down gently.

"Heyah, baby, what's up?"

She giggles. "Nuthin."

He hugs her close, and you smile. Their such good friends.

He glances at you. "Hey. You okay?"

You realize you must be showing your jealousy. "Um... yeah." I've always wanted to be that close to someone.
He's not that close to you. He'll never be, no matter how many times you and him have sex.

The thought shocks you. Of course not. The amount of times you and him ever have sex most definitely does not matter...
Right?

"Hello? Earth to (Y/n)?" He waves a little, and you jerked out of your daze.

"Sorry. I'm just a bit worn out."

"From what?"

You bite down on the question. Shit. "Just in general."

They're both giving you funny looks, and you simply brush it off. Or try to.

~

Frisk is gone. She went home.

Thank god.

You hum softly as you scrub the plate in your hands.

She's kind of whiny.
A little skinny...
Does she eat enough?
She didn't look okay with Sans hugging her...

The thoughts in your head are spiraling steadily.

She doesn't want him to touch her...
She doesn't like him...
Neither of them like me...

Sans came up behind you. "Hey."

You quickly blinked away tears. "Sup."

"You've been scrubbing that plate for ten minutes."

You glanced at your hands and stopped.

"Are you bored?"

You nodded.

"Want me to fix that?"

His hands dropped lower, and you smiled. "I'm a little busy, big guy." You turned and stared up at him through your lashes.

"That's alright. The dishes can wait." He muttered, pressing his mouth against yours.

Your hands came up over his shoulders, and stood on your toes, deepening the kiss. When you pulled back for air, he whispered, "I'll take that as an agreement?"

He reached past you and shut off the sink, his other hand finding it's way up your shirt.

He pulled you up onto the counter, and you giggled. "Impatient?"

"As fuck." He muttered.