Sanders Sides Smut

Moxiety

Beware: this contains very descriptive smut, swearing, angst and a certain trashboi! Enjoy! 

 Virgil was scrolling through Tumblr, something he did a lot when he was bored out of his mind or when his anxiety was sky-high. Basically all the time when he wasn't with Thomas. His body was lazily draped over the couch, one leg up and the other dangling half off.

Just when he figured there wasn't much on a notification popped up.

KittenConfidentials posted something awesome

Virgil's heart skipped a beat. His favorite writer had posted another fanfic and he clicked so fast he almost broke his finger. His eyes flew over the screen and stopped when he saw the ship of this story. Moxiety. The emo couldn't help himself. He was a real sucker for Sanders Sides fanfics, especially when they involved a good, explicit scene. He bit his lip, feeling his body warming up when he basically drank the words in.

He didn't find it exactly weird to read about himself and the other. Maybe he should, but this was fantasy and as long as he didn't indulge into it there was no problem. Right?

He curled up, almost protectively when he got further into the fic. There were footsteps coming down the stairs, but he didn't really notice, completely sucked into his phone.

Patton bending him over the kitchen table, pounding into him with his big cock. Making him cry out from pleasure and filling him up so good. He could totally imagine this scene coming to life. He could barely stifle a moan, biting his lip. Heated lips pressing soft kisses on his sweaty body, skin slapping in time with Patton's thrusts and fingers rubbing his nipples-

'Dude, what are you reading', Roman's voice sounded in Virgil's ear and the poor emo screeched, throwing his phone away and smacking the fanciful side in his face.

Roman yelped and fell backwards against the lamp that was standing there, knocking it over in the process. 'What the shit, Roman!', Virgil snapped, clutching his chest. Roman jumped up, a bit wobbly, but with a VERY offended face.

'Rude much! I was just merely asking you a question. Geez, forgive me for even paying attention to your existence', he muttered.

'Now now kiddo's, not so moody in this bright and early morning', Patton's voice said, breaking the tension almost immediately.

Both sides looked up, seeing Patton all fresh and cheery standing in front of them. He saw Virgil's phone on the floor and grabbed it, handing it over. 'I think you dropped something', he giggled and winked. Virgil blushed and ducked his head, muttering a small thank you. Luckily the screen wasn't damaged and even more important: locked.

'Pat! He hit me! Straight in the face', Roman said, ready to start a series of complains like he always did. Virgil growled and shot him a glare while Patton bit his lip. 'More like gay in the face'. Roman blinked, completely pulled out of his angry mood. Virgil couldn't help the snort escaping him and quickly looked away, not ready to face Patton who, he knew, had his joke face on again.

'Paaaaaaat! Don't joke around', Roman whined and Patton laughed softly, squeezing his shoulder. 'Ro, remember what we talked about. You know Virgil is a bit jumpy when you surprise him like that', he said patiently and the creative side let out a huff while Virgil peered up. They had talked about him?

Roman grumbled something, mumbling a soft, but sincere apology to Virgil. 'And Virge...you really need to be careful about your reaction when others are around. Okay?'. The dark side looked at Patton before nodding slowly. 'm sorry', he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed. 'Now, let Logan take a look at your cheek, Virgil you calm down and I will start breakfast', the dad figure said with a smile and guided Roman up the stairs before returning.