Frisk Watches a Movie With Asgore and Nothing Else Happens

Frisk had noticed for a few weeks now that Asgore didn’t exactly seem himself. He tended his little garden outside his home and the hedges in front of the school every day with the same enthusiasm as usual, but something seemed to be off in the way he carried himself. He’d put on a smile that’d be betrayed by his sad eyes and would find any excuse to be alone. That is, of course, unless he was around Frisk. When the human walked home from Uni or to the gym each day, Asgore’s face gaze would follow their every step, a dreamy look in his eyes. The boss monster clearly had a thing beyond typical adoptive-parent affection for Frisk.

Flowey had dubbed this the Woody Allen Syndrome. Frisk didn’t understand what that meant.

The mischievous plant did happen to have some advice for Frisk: he advised the human that the best way to get Asgore out of his current emotional rut would be to get him alone, and drink and have a good time together. Play some games, chew the fat, and maybe even watch a movie! It all sounded like a good idea to the human. So that Friday he bought a couple of forties and headed over to Asgore’s bachelor pad.

He knocked on the door and the boss monster’s voice boomed from within.

“Just a minute!”

Within seconds Asgore opened the door, his face going from that dull sad expression to one of pure joy seeing Frisk at his door.  He swept up the human in his great shaggy arms and pulled him into a warm hug. After a moment of awkward silence he set the human down and scratched his head in embarrassment.

“So, uh. What brings you here tonight, Frisk?”

The human explained his plan to hang out and get drunk with the boss monster. Tell stories, play cards, whatever Asgore was up for. He explained that he thought Asgore seemed a little down recently and wanted to help out. The big oaf lit up at the suggestion, and soon they were drinking and chatting about all manner of things, from Asgore’s more embarrassing moments as ruler of the underground to some of his war stories. Things turned somber when he discussed just how powerless they had all felt when the humans beat them back to the underground. And how happy he was that Frisk had freed them.

They decided to put on a movie. Asgore picked a western that Frisk hadn’t seen before, some romanticized old flick about the sheriff having to take a stand against the bad guy after rounding up a posse of ne'er-do-wells. Lots of comfy music and shots of wide picturesque landscapes and skylines. The performances weren’t half-bad either. But as the 40s drained into maybe 3s, the two inebriates cuddled up together on the couch. Asgore draped a huge arm behind the human’s head and Frisk leaned into the monster’s massive chest.
Frisk started to drift in and out of consciousness, catching individual scenes out of context in the movie, finally accepting sleep about two thirds through the movie, lost in the warm soft fur of Asgore’s newly-bared chest. Must’ve taken off his shirt at some point. It made sense to the drunken human, and he certainly wasn’t going to protest. He wrapped his arms around Asgore’s chest and quickly fell into a deep slumber.

But not deep enough, it seemed.

Frisk woke up to the credits rolling over some bittersweet music, his face still pressed into Asgore’s fluffy side, and Asgore’s enormous hand kneading his ass. He sat up quickly and Asgore twitched in surprise, then turned away in embarrassment.

“S-sorry Frisk. I can’t really control myself when I’ve been drinking.”

Frisk shook himself back awake and shrugged off the grope. It wasn’t like that’d been his first time getting felt up by drunks. Being as lean and androgynous as he was, he’d been through his fair share of copped feels by men and women. He looked up and smiled at the inebriate boss monster, then tried to turn his gaze back to the screen. His gaze lingered on Asgore’s broad, heavily-muscled chest, covered in plush golden fluff and short, rougher white fur on the rest of his body. The gold trailing down his front to vanish down his pants, where an enormous bulge was forming.

The human froze and his face instinctively contorted into his neutral poker expression. He didn’t quite know how to react to this.
On one hand, Asgore was a father-figure to him. And clearly drunk.

On the other hand.

That dick.

Libido triumphing over logic, Frisk made up his mind, pulling a very sultry expression, FLIRTing at Asgore with all his determination. Of course the boss monster gave in easily, the alcohol and lust erasing any sense of right or wrong from his mind. He stood up suddenly, the fabric of his pants straining, and swooped up Frisk in his arms, carrying him over his shoulder to the bedroom and hurling him onto the enormous bed. Asgore leaned down and took the human’s head in his enormous hands, the paw pads soft and warm against his skin and pulled him into a kiss. His huge tongue sliding past Frisk’s booze-addled lips to writhe through the inside of his mouth, tangling against his own smaller tongue, filling him with lingering alcohol and the heady taste of his spit.

The human’s cock was throbbing in his pants and he made a move to pull back but Asgore held him there, violating his mouth and forcing his huge tongue deeper, until Frisk could feel it pressing against the back of his throat, his head swimming as it became hard to breath. His small hands knotted in the boss monster’s fur as he struggled to breath, the edges of his vision blurring and yet unwilling to fight against it.

Just as he was about to pass out, Asgore pulled free, their mouths connected by a stream of spit that broke and dripped down the human’s chin. He sat there panting, his whole body on fire. The towering monster pressed a huge hand against the human’s chest, pushing him onto his back on the bed, the grabbed his shirt and all but ripped it off him with a low growl, hurling it to the side. Then bending forward, he dragged his thick tongue across Frisk’s hairless chest, streaking hot spit that cooled immediately, the thick organ gliding across his nipples, the cooling liquid making them harden almost instantly. He then sucked on them, sending bolts of pleasure through Frisk’s over-sensitized body, tweaking the bud between his fingers while his mouth occupied the other, switching after a bit. The human lay willing victim to his attentions, hot and panting beneath the monster, his breath catching in his throat as Asgore’s tongue unrelentingly traced up the side of his neck, his jugular pulsing hot and fast just beneath his skin.

They kissed again and Frisk groaned beneath the Caprine monster. He snaked his arms down to free himself from the tight confines of his pants, but Asgore caught his wrists and pressed them to either side of the human with a growl. Then he pulled free and knelt at the edge of the bed leaving forward to “unwrap” Frisk. Gripping the waistband between his teeth and yanking the human’s pants down with a hungry look in his eyes. After disposing of the pants all that remained in his way was Frisk’s red boxers, the fabric of his crotch tented luridly and damp. Asgore licked his lips and hooked his fingers underneath the waistband, dragging it down with deliberate slowness to further tease the human.

Frisk breathlessly begged him to hurry up and stop teasing him.

Asgore smiled and yanked the underwear down his legs to the floor, twirling it briefly on a finger before letting the article fly sideways. Then he took a moment to examine his prize.

Frisk’s cock stood proud and throbbing, slick with pre. Asgore leaned his snout forward and took a deep breath of the human’s scent and shuddering blew his hot breath across the hot meat. Frisk hissed his breath through his teeth as Asgore let out his massive tongue, dragging the hot slick flesh up the base of the human’s sack, trailing it up his pre-soaked cock, then swallowing him to the hilt inside the monster’s hot maw, sucking on him roughly.

The foreplay had pushed Frisk right up to the razor’s edge, and Asgore’s oral assault threw him right over, and he bucked his hips against the monster’s face, his fingers twisting the sheets as he fired some hot LOVE into Asgore’s maw. After a few more moments Frisk fell sank back in exhaustion, and Asgore pulled off of his hyper-sensitive cock. He smiled at the panting human a moment and stood up, his hands unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.

The smell of it came out in a sudden wave that hit Frisk like a wave of great booze, his head swimming as his cock began to throb again to full mast. Asgore’s huge cock swung upwards, a dollop of pre the size of a marble threatening to drip down the full pulsing length. Asgore held up a hand and spat Frisk’s modest load into it and began to lube his cock with that mix of spit and cum until it glistened.
Frisk started to have a moment of doubt. There’s absolutely no way something so monstrous could fit in him, could there?

But at the same time, that old familiar feeling began to surge in his heart. That same element that brought him all the way to this point. The journey from wunderkind savior of the monsters to this moment right here.

He was filled with DETERMINATION.

Spreading his legs eagerly and grasping his buttocks, Frisk licked his lips as Asgore advanced, a lusty grin on his face as he pressed forward. The blunt semisoft head of his cock pressed against the human’s hole, stretching him more than he’d ever felt before, teetering on the edge of pain as he pressed ever so slowly. Frisk’s heart hammered in his chest and he tried to breathe slowly. He was strained to the limit when Asgore’s cockhead finally popped inside of him, a fat dollop of pre rolling free from the human’s cock to glide down his shaft and pool on his balls. He began to shake and fell backwards as Asgore pressed forward, his well-slicked cock making eager headway to the deepest recesses of Frisk’s ass. By the time he hilted the human was panting and sweat gleamed on his skin. Asgore let out a hiss of breath and ran a hand down Frisk’s chest to his stomach, as though measuring just how much his cock filled up the lithe human. Frisk lay in a blissful high, his eyes unfocused and half-lidded staring at the ceiling, his cock twitching and oozing pre perpetually against Asgore’s gold-furred stomach.

Then he started moving.

Frisk began to feel the lightning-arc of pleasure course madly through his body as inch by inch that huge monster’s cock dragged back out of him, grinding hotly against every sensitive nook of his insides, his prostate pressed tight by the throbbing length. His breath caught in his throat as Asgore nearly pulled free, only the very tip of his cock remaining inside the human’s twitching hole. Then he pressed forward, hilting in seconds, his hips slapping lewdly against Frisk’s soft ass. After only a few hurried seconds of fucking Frisk let out a loud moan, instinctively draping an arm across his face as his cock spurted a hot rope of cum across himself. But the boss monster gripped his arms again and pinned them on either side of Frisk, looking down into his unfocused eyes.

“I want. To see your face.”

He didn’t stop fucking Frisk as he said this, instead picking up the pace, driving into the human with increasing desperation, no longer “making love” or “fucking” but ravaging the human.

Frisk’s cock swung from the force of their sex, every few moments his whole body tensed as he came, diminishing shots of seed splattering the two hot bodies. Asgore drove into him again and again, intentionally grinding on each thrust to push the human to threshold and beyond. Their bodies dripped with sweat and spit and seminal fluids and the very air had become dampened by their mixed aromas. Frisk could no longer think properly anymore, his whole being a constant storm of near-overwhelming pleasure, slave to King Asgore’s Royal Spear. Time began to lose meaning as his mind slipped into this hurricane of sensation.

But eventually all good things must end, and Asgore did not end quietly, hilting suddenly inside Frisk and letting out a primal roar, his vice grip on Frisk’s arms almost tightening, his cock expanded inside of the human and hot gush after gush filled him. The human limp as one last orgasm overtook him, the last on many, many dry orgasms, and the whole of his body limp and numb from the sensory overload. The cum filled him and then some, oozing out around the boss monster’s cock onto the sheets.

Asgore let go of Frisk, leaning back and panting, his fur damp with sweat and the human’s “determination”.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been with a human. You guys are made for sex.”

He pulled free in a wash of hot seed and lifted up the limp human and took him to the bathroom. They took a hot bath in each other’s arms, too exhausted to do anything but enjoy one another’s company. After washing up and dressing, Asgore helped guide Frisk to the door.
The human asked him why.

“O-oh. I thought you wouldn’t want to stay the night here. After all, you’re in school and people might wonder why you spent the night with some old monster like me.”

Frisk laughed and explained that he’d be more than happy to spend the rest of the night with Asgore. As long as it wasn’t on the bed. Asgore looked back towards the bedroom and the veritable seas of spunk the was soaking into the sheets.

“I guess we can take the couch.”

And so they did. Frisk falling asleep sprawled across the boss monster’s soft furry chest, and one of Asgore’s great hands pressed against his back, Frisk’s head pressed against the soft golden fluff, falling asleep listening to his beating heart.