Just. Undertale. Smut.

Papyton

Business_Doge suggested:
"Papyton.
I need more of this in my life."
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One particularly beautiful morning in the snodin, Papyrus was cooking up breakfast, which was as usual, spaghetti. He vigorously smashed the tomatoes down to a pulp and threw them into the pot, along with the noodles and other ingredients he had already beaten to a pulp. Once he finished the spaghetti, he plopped it down on his plate and had himself a taste. "NYEH HEH HEH" he laughed to himself, "YET AGAIN, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE EXCEEDED EVEN MY OWN EXPECTATIONS, AND SUCCESSFULLY CRAFTED ANOTHER PERFECT PLATE OF MY FINEST SPAGHETTI."

Until a few hours later, Papyrus heard a door opening and footsteps coming his way. "*YAWN* good morning bro." Sans groggily said to his brother who was jumping on the couch, excitedly watching Mettaton, his favorite TV show/actor/boyfriend. "what'cha doin' paps?" Sans had asked. "WHY ONLY WATCHING THE CLOSEST PERSON TO BEING AS COOL AS ME EVER!!" "oh" sans had dismissively said as he saw the robot dancing and posing away. He never knew why Papyrus would date such a queer. He was always so handsy with paps. And every time they'd go out on a date Mettaton would always give Sans this stupid shit-eating grin and gesture towards his brother's sacrum. (Butt bone) before they left.

"that's cool bro." Sans said as he was walking into the kitchen. Papyrus looked at the clock and realized it was 12:00. "SANS YOU LAZY BONES!!" Papyrus yelled. "what?"
"YOU NAPPED ALL NIGHT UNTIL THE AFTERNOON!! YOUR EXCELLENTLY COOKED SPAGHETTI BREAKFAST, IS NOW COLD!!"
"heh, well i'm just BONE-tired"
Papyrus was about to yell some more, but suddenly his cellphone rang. He expected to be from Undyne to tell him how good the spaghetti he mailed her was, but it was actually from Mettaton, the man/robot/ghost...WHATEVER he truly loved.
Papyrus picked up the phone. "HELLO?"
"Hi pappy dear" Mettaton said flirtatiously.
"WOWIE, HI METTATON, I REALLY LIKED YOUR SHOW TODAY."
"Why thanks honey bone, it was made just for you. I know how you like my dancing and poses."
"YEAH, IT WAS SUPER DUPER AWESOME, BUT STILL NOT AS AWESOME AS THE GREAT PAPYRUS." Papyrus really did like his dancing. Especially when Mettaton bended over. Papyrus never knew why but he loved those parts. He would always get these strange feelings when he looked at that crisp shiny metal ass. He could never for the life of him explain what these feelings; urges are, but every time he'd get them, he could never stop thinking about it. Him and Mettaton alone. Together. Doing something more than just mere kissing sessions. If only he knew of something more than that, then maybe he'd stop getting theses urges.
"Well i'm glad darling." Mettaton giggled.
"So I was thinking instead of something fancy, I was thinking that we'd shake things up a little bit and just go to Grillby's." Personally, Papyrus hated that grease trap. All that fat is one of the things on the list of things he suspected is the reason Sans is so lazy; but if it was for Mettaton, then so be it. For he would do anything for him...and that ass.
"SURE HONEY-TON, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL BE THERE AT AROUND EIGHT O' CLOCK"
"It's a deal darling *giggle* ta-ta"
"SANS!" Papyrus shouted with clear excitement
"what" Sans responded
"METTATON JUST ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE."
"oh really bro?" Sans's eye was glowing with blasters at the ready. He was tired of that robot's shit and the fact he knows he'll only leave Papyrus for some other jerk because he'll think he's "too good" for him.
"YES, AND THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL CHANGE INTO DATE CLOTHES! RIGHT NOW!"
"but it's only 12:03"
"NEVERTHELESS, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS PREPARED! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

Finally, eight o' clock finally came around, and as usual, papyrus was prepared with his rad date clothes, the dating rule book, and of course, his gift of his finest spaghetti under his hat. He was prepared except...he wasn't. Papyrus had the urges again and started sweating like he never sweated before. He contemplated "SHOULD I "TELL HIM" "SHOULD I KEEP THIS SECRET" "WHAT AM I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, TO DO?" All these thoughts all invading his brain. But the one thought that troubled him the most was his lover's sweet, supple ass. What if he were to finally snap and try to make out with him on the table? What if Mettaton hated him forever? What if he became the most hated person in town? With all this in his mind, Papyrus couldn't take it anymore and broke down on the couch crying. Sans immediately noticed. "what's wrong bro?"
"SANS, I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE, I NEED TO TELL METTATON HOW I REALLY FEEL."
Papyrus sobbed. Sans couldn't have more happy, "is he finally going to do it" He thought. "is he going to finally break up with that big gay loser?"
"aw c'mon bro, just tell him lightly and i'm sure he'll understand; after all, i'm sure he's METT-A-TON of people."
"SANS!!!!! YOUR STUPID PUNS ARE NOT HELPING!!!!" Payyrus angrily shouted. "NOW WHY WAS I CRYING?!?!"
"because you're late for your date"
Papyrus looked at the clock and realized it was 7:45, he was 15 minutes late to being early for his date.
"SANS, I MUST GO NOW!"
Papyrus jumped out of the window and ran as fast as he could to Grillby's.