In one swift motion, Mettaton picked you up, moving to the side so that
you were now lying on the counter underneath him, his hands grabbing
your wrists and roughly pinning your arms above your head as he fucked
you.
"Oh, darling," he moaned softly into your ear. "If only you could see
yourself right now, you're such a perfect little slut. How many times have
you thought of us doing this, hmm? How many times have you fucked
yourself, pretending it was me?