UnderFell. Sans X Reader | Soft lemon

Chapter 1. Dares

Underfell

"Shut up!"

"Make me!"

"F*ck you!"

"You too!"

The screams between you and Sans were getting out of hand. His golden tooth would shine every time he screamed an insult at you.

Papyrus was on the couch,
One hand on his head in an annoyed manner, and one on his lap.

"Kill your self!"

"I'll kill you!"

"Oh sure!"

"B*tch!"

"C*nt!"

Then Sans' anger got the best of him as he threw a lamp at you and it hit you in the gut.

"SANS!" Papyrus yelled as you clutched your now bruised stomach.

"F^ck... YOU!" You gasped. The lamp had knocked the air out of you.

Sans realized his f*ck up.

"Oh I'm so sorry, kitten. I didn't mean-"

"Suuuure just throw a (gasp) lamp at me!" You tried to stand up.

"You should've dodged!" Sans snapped, his now apologetic feeling gone.

"DODGED?!" You screamed.
Before he could answer, you shoved him.

He stumbled backwards and then glared you, his right eye firing up a red color.

"You did NOT just do that." He growled.

You held up the middle finger.

Not the best move.

Before you knew it, he had your arm behind your back.

"OW SH*T SANS WTF!" You screamed.

"Don't-"

Sans was pulled off you by Papyrus.

Papyrus' eyes had a slow orange smoke arising from it.

You felt your arm. Then you raised your shirt, revealing a purple bruise... And part of your bra.

"SANS LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!" Papyrus said, dropping him down, and avoiding looking at you.

Sans shoved his hands in his pockets, his eye still rising with fire.

Sans looking right at the corner of your bra showing and said, "I think it did me a favor."

Quickly you dropped your shirt, slightly embarrassed.

"Frisk and her friend, Emily, are coming over and YOU are being a jerk!" You pointed at him.

He shrugged and lazily laid on the couch, as if none of that happened.

"B*tch" you murmured, earning the middle finger from Sans.

**time skip**

Frisk and Emily arrive with a bag.
You all sit in the living room when Emily says;

"Hey lets play spin the bottle except with," she held up a box of pocky, "pocky." She smiled.

Sans and Papyrus immediately started to argue. Before you could too, you get a text from a friend.

You Latino friend, Noel. (Noe for short. Pronunciation-> No-ee).

Noe: Hey so I'm in town for a few weeks. Wanna hang tonight? I'm busy tomorrow!"