The Queen's service Au!Sans' x Reader {SEQUEL}

Frustrations

You... you—YOU-!!!

Papyrus clenched the sheets underneath him- jaw tight as he worked himself with a strangled growl. Gloved phalanges pumped as he swallowed thickly, sweat beading as his maw opened with a shudder. One hundred years. One hundred accursed years-!! A century of discipline- A century of respect-!! Restraint!! Reduced to— this-!! Succumbing to filth, salvaging his day's filthy imaginings for these short moments of carnal relief. He only did this to keep himself leashed- to keep himself sane- Today's scenario dragged on longer than usual- against the wall stripping you of your clothes and every decency as he— his grip tightened, a keen groan escaping. Fuck. Back in the hall was too close... he snapped! He could've lost everything- everything he had worked so hard to build- every ounce of trust— gone if it weren't already! He found he regretted it profoundly.

His hips bucked, moaning. Dribbling, hot pre-cum slicked him up deliciously as his thoughts shifted from one to the other- the way you were underneath him in the hall— the way you smelt— his sockets rolled in an almost animalistic manner. He couldn't even begin to describe how many days he spent in its presence, next to you, admiring it— then to have it as close as it was, inhaling it... it was intoxicating. His mind shot to another scene- how long it would take someone to wander into the halls to notice the two of you in a most constricting position- pressed against each other. He let out a raspy whine, skull thrown back limply as he continued to stroke himself- to have you on his lap- to hold you to him as he bobbed you up and down. To bite you- to collar and leash you like the little pet you were, to—

"Fuck-!!" He grunted in curse, shuddering pleasantly as he reached his peak, teetering on the edge- it wasn't fair how you tortured him like this. It wasn't fair how his refinement slipped whilst around you! He had no troubles controlling himself through the earlier decades- but now, now— he wanted you to himself. His spine met the headboard as his pelvis thrust desperately against his hand. To have his phalanges on you— to have them on the soft skin of your hips... he moaned. This wasn't enough... unsatisfied, his gloved hand delved under and into his rib cage- grasping, gripping tightly at his soul that burned. He was desperate. Knees buckling, he continued to swirl gloved fingers around the malleable substance. He keened after pressing his thumb against it, his shifting grip a blur before he gave his spurting release with a shuddering, muffled cry.

He heaved before weakly falling against the mattress- hands and sheets a mess as his pants hung in a crumpled ring around his hips, belt undone. His skull was still flushed as he drew in sharp breaths, sockets rolling whilst they closed. If only.... was his last conscious thought before the tide of black overrode him.

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The shrill whir of the castle alarms jolted him awake, rib-cage aching from the scare. He sat up, the world shifting around as he sat still for a moment or two, grasping for one- just one conscious thought. His sockets flared. (Y/N)-!! He was quick to pull up his pants, ditching his leather gloves- the evidence of his earlier activities before he dashed out of the dark room. The alarms blared on as he sprinted down the narrow hall of his quarters, spying the guards in a collective confused bundle. "What are you all standing around blathering for-?!! What's going on?!" He demanded in hoarse growl over the wailing sound. The leader flinched.

"H-Her majesty has breached the barrier—" there was no room for a second sentence as Papyrus had shoved him violently out of the way, sprinting— Wait, Why was he running?! He swore that years in the palace had made his senses duller than Sans himself. He evaporated, appearing at the foot of the staircase in a bulbous plume of smoke. "HIGHNESS—!!" He bellowed, catching a sliver of you from atop of the stair case, halting. You turned, an assembly of your guards below, gazing up anxiously. Papyrus was furious. He couldn't leave you alone for a second- he made his ascent up the granite stairs, stomping in military strides. "(Y/N)—!!" He called again, surging up. "What on earth are you doing-?!" "Get down you punk-!" Undyne crowed from the base of the stairs.