Mafia in the Underworld? {Mafiatale Undertale FanFic} (Sans x OC)

-7-

I woke up to see I'm still on Sans lap and he was asleep with the hair brush on the cushion next to him. I get up, changing into a white button up shirt sleeve, leaving it untucked along with black jeans. I felt too exhausted to try and look good as I went downstairs into the kitchen, looking at all the food. My stomach growled by my throat wouldnt be able to swallow food. It felt swelled up. I got a glass of water drinking that instead and walked back to my office and a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass.

I walked in and Sans was still asleep. I looked at all the paperwork Dad left me. I sat down, pouring a shot and swallowing it down with ease. I did the paperwork, drinking to take my mind off anything else but paperwork. I didn't get drunk easily, it just eased my nerves and relaxed me to make me think easier. But, even now, I couldn't think correctly, so I took a few gulps of the whiskey... it was already half gone. I felt a bit fuzzy and warm, but my mind couldn't concentrate, so I gave up, just drinking the rest of the whiskey and resting my arms on the table and put my cheek on them. I leaned back in my chair, messing up my hair even worse than it was. I grabbed my phone, calling one of the maids.
"Yes Ms. Lazara?" She asked.
"Bring me up another bottle of whiskey or rum, I don't care," I said.
"Of course Ms. Lazara," she said and I hung up. Sans was still asleep, so I grabbed a blanket and draped it over him so he was warm. The maid brought it some black rum, setting it down.
"Thank you, take this bottle on your way down," I said. She nods, taking the empty whiskey bottle and shot glass. I swigged the rum, feeling more warm as it burned on the way down. I took more and more swigs until it was have empty and a skeleton hand took it away from me. I whined, standing up to grab it.
"G-give it b-back!" I slurred a bit. Okay, I was a tad bit drunk.
"No, how many have you had before this?" He asked.
"A whole bottle of whiskey," I mumbled. Sans looked pissed. He threw the rum bottle against the wall and it shattered. I flinched, tearing up, blabbering out apologies, "I'm sorry Sans... I'm sorry! But it made me feel better... I'm sorry Sansy.." he sighed.
"Come here," he said, opening his arms. I fell into them, literally fell, I tripped trying to walk into them. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead and taking me to the bathroom, getting a toothbrush and some tooth paste, making me open my mouth as he brushed my teeth and tongue, made me spit and gurgle water and some mouth wash. He grabbed the hair brush, brushing my hair again and tucked in my shirt, fixing my jeans and kissing my cheek. I was a bit more sober now.
"I'm sorry, Sans," I said.
"What for, Kiddo?" He asked.
"For making you take care of me... I just have no energy in me," I said quietly. He wrapped his arms around me.
"It's okay, it's fun taking care of you, it's like taking care of a baby," he said. I felt my cheeks heat up. There was a knock at the door and I walked over to it, opening it to see Toriel. She smiled.
"Hello, Lil," she said.
"Hi Mom," I said, smiling weakly.
"Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything?" She asked. I shook my head.
"Can you make your butterscotch cinnamon pie?" I asked. She smiled.
"Of course, my child. I'll be back when it's done," she said, kissing my head and walking off. Sans picked me up, closing the door and pressing me up against it, kissing me deeply. I was shocked at this suddenness but immediately melted into the kiss. I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth, battling for dominance, which he easily won.

He pulled away as our tongues trailed saliva. His tongue was blue, I noticed his eye was too, the other was gone. It excited me. The blueness went away as he smirked. I blushed madly.
"What was that for?" I asked, embarrassed.
"What? I can't kiss my lovely, cute girlfriend?" He asked.
"You can, but if you call me cute one more time, you won't have a tongue to say it," I said, but was smiling happily at the compliment.
"But you like compliments, obviously," he said, grinning. I pushed his shoulder lightly, blushing more, grinning.
"Shuddup," I mumbled, face bright red. He leaned down to my ear, his cool breath fanning my neck.
"Make me," he whispered sensually. I basically just melted into a puddle of a swooning mess. He chuckled, helping me stabilize myself, giving me another kiss, this time sweet and passionate.