#sansismyweakness

[crusnikroxas]

For the lovely @sansismyweakness - a scene from the oneshot I wrote, ‘Andromeda’.

IGNORE THE FUCKING MIDDLE PANEL DFHJAFKNDFKJ

I hope that you’re feeling better, lovely - keep determined and all that jazz, I’m rooting for you :3

[crusnikroxas]

Andromeda

**Author Note**

Sans x Reader

Word count: 2484

This is a continuation from ‘A Night In’ - again, for the wonderful @sansismyweakness :3 Hope it pleases you! ^-^

**End Note**

You awake at around noon, the lazy, sated feeling that only good sex could give flooding your being as you stretched, wincing a touch at the slight ache that happened to come with the package. Sans grumbled from behind you, pulling you closer to him, phalanges tracing gently over the surface of your stomach; your body shuddered deliciously in reflex, and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. You giggled, attempting to wriggle away from him; he simply snaked his other arm underneath you, pulling you flush against his ribcage with a satisfied rumble.

“Sans, it’s noon, c’mon!”

“nah, don’t feel like it. pretty comfy here, sweetheart.”

“But I need to pee.”

He lets out a groan, releasing your waist with obvious reluctance as you stand with a stretch – looking back at him only made you flush, as he was watching your naked body stretch with obvious hunger in his eye-lights; you quickly fled out of the room before he could grab you again and into the bathroom.

Luckily for you, you could freely walk around the house naked as much as you pleased (and believe me, you and Sans had been taking full advantage for the last four days), as Papyrus was still away on his training/camping trip with Undyne. Unluckily for you, this was the last day that you’d have alone with Sans, as Papyrus would be back early tomorrow morning.

You sighed heavily, looking into the bathroom mirror with obvious melancholy – it wasn’t that you were upset that Papyrus would be back; you loved Papyrus, and you were honestly looking forward to receiving one of his famous hugs. But having alone time with Sans, especially since your recent…liaisons….it had been wonderful.

And the more time you spent with Sans, the more you realised that this thing with him was quickly becoming something far more than lusting over one of your best friends. Of course, you’d always had feelings for him, but if you were honest with yourself? You’d never felt anything of this calibre for anyone else you’d been intimate with in the past.

Sans made your heart race, your body shudder, your smile widen – he made the world feel so much brighter than you’d ever thought possible.

You loved him.

But you obviously couldn’t breach such a subject with him; for god’s sake, you’d only been with him for four days – three if you were being specific. True, you’d liked him for much longer than that, but….but you didn’t even know if this thing you guys had going on at the moment could even count as a relationship.

There hadn’t been anything ‘official’, so you couldn't be sure – you’d more or less been in bed the entire time, which, while lovely, didn’t tell you much in terms of if he wanted to be in a relationship with you or not. And as for bringing it up? You were terrified. What if this was as far as it went? What if when Papyrus came back, you’d just go back to being friendly room-mates? You supposed that you’d find out when he came back.

Of course, you could just save yourself that anxiety and ask him, but if you were honest with yourself, you became….pretty distracted around him. There had been a reason why the two of you had been living in his bedroom for the last few days, after all.

You grumbled, leaning your forehead against the smooth, cooling surface of the mirror, fingernails scratching along the top of the sink. All these thoughts were just making you depressed, and you’d woken up feeling so happy and light – trust the human mind to bring everything crashing back down to earth again.

You jolt slightly as a loud knock echoes through the bathroom, Sans’ slightly worried tones muffled by the wood of the locked door – not that locked doors were much of a barrier to him, but you did appreciate his respect for privacy.

“you ok, sweetheart? been in there a while.”

“Yeah, I’m ok! Just, uh, getting cleaned up.”

You hear his low chuckle, and gulp slightly in reflex, your thighs quivering.

“why bother? i’m just gonna get you dirty again.”

This skeleton.

“and believe me, i’m gonna get you dirty again.”

Is going to be the end of you.

Letting out another heavy sigh, you square your shoulders and open the door; and squeak as Sans almost immediately scoops you up, pressing kisses to your jaw and neck as he chuckled.

“you know, if you’re that keen on cleaning up, i’d be more than happy to shower with you – though i can’t promise you’ll be that focused on scrubbing up.”

“...yeah, that’d be nice.”

Sans blinks, his eye-lights giving your face a quick once over.

“you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, completely! Don’t worry.”

He hums in the back of his throat, staring at you for a long moment, before letting out a slight huff – and making you yelp in surprise as he scoops you up like a princess in distress, carrying you over to the shower.

“H-hey! I can walk.”

“i’m saving you the bother - ‘sides, you’ll need to get used to being carried, as believe me, you won’t be able to walk out of this shower by the time i’m done with you.”

“….my god, where do you get these lines?”

He sniggered, setting you on your feet and turning on the water, checking the temperature with outstretched phalanges as he winks at you.

“what can i say? you bring out the poet in me.”

~

After your shower (which you did get clean in….eventually), you found yourself surprisingly placed onto the squishy couch, where Sans had curled himself around you with a contented sigh, and proceeded to binge watch Supernatural with you until it was late in the evening.

Honestly, you’d expected another day of sleeping and….other activities, considering that it would be the last opportunity to do so, but this was….nice. Domestic, even. Of course, you still couldn’t help but feel sad, knowing that it would soon be over – and how could you ask him? He was….Sans. And true, he might lust after you, but why would he want anything else?

“hey.”

You blink, shoving your thoughts away in favour of looking up at him from your curled up position, feeling vague surprise at seeing his displeased expression.

“Uh...yeah? What’s up?”

“….hm. sweetheart, can you do me a favour?”

“Yeah, sure?”

“….could you go upstairs, and put some clothes on? kinda wanna to go to the store, but not sure what you’d want.”

Now it was your turn to frown a little; but you shrugged, getting up and making your way up the stairs. But when you turned to ask him teasingly if he wanted you to wear something special, he was gone.

Letting out a huff, you stomped up to your room – you weren’t annoyed with him for disappearing somewhere, not really; hell, if you were honest with yourself, you’d put yourself in a bad mood with your depressing mind.

You found yourself smiling a little, however, when an idea struck you – putting on something really nice, just to see his jaw drop. True, you were just heading to the shop, but you’re pretty sure that the aftermath would be worth your trouble.

Soon, you were twirling in front of your mirror with a satisfied smile, more than happy with the finished result. Slipping on a pair of trusty sneakers, you gave your hair one final fluff, before making your way back downstairs – smirking when you saw that Sans was sat back on the couch.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I keep you waiting?”

You kept your voice purposely coy, swaying your hips as you walked down the steps – and the blush on Sans’ face made it all the sweeter as he turned to answer you.

“….damn sweetheart. believe me when i say the wait was very much worth it.”

You giggle, meeting him at the bottom step, sighing gently as his phalanges dug into your waist, his smile hungry.

“Where were you, anyway?”

“had to clean up my room for when pap comes back – you know how he is.”

You can feel your smile freeze on your face despite your efforts, but you desperately try to resurrect it.

“Yup, certainly do! Lucky the rest of the house is still pretty clean, heh.”

He watches you for a moment, a clear frown on his features; but before you can ask him what’s wrong, he’s suddenly smirking, taking something out of his pocket – and the next thing you know, your world was dark.

“W-what-”

“it’s a blindfold, relax.”

“Why do I need a blindfold?!”

You only hear him chuckling as an answer, before you feel him tugging you closer – then holding you steady as you swayed, the familiar slight dizziness indicating that he’d just teleported with you.

“you ok?”

“Aside from not being able to see, I’m just peachy.”

He sniggers at the slight bite in your words, before gently guiding you forwards; which is when you noticed that you weren’t on a street, but somewhere with grass.

“...I thought we were going to the store?”

“changed my mind. and i think-”

He whipped off the blindfold, and you gasped at the sight in front of you.

“-you’ll agree that this is a much better idea.”

You were stood on a hill, obviously far from any community, given how perfectly the stars shone in the sky – you would wager that you wouldn’t even need the telescope that was set up nearby. But that wasn’t what made you gasp. Sans had laid out a large picnic blanket, with a stupidly huge pile of your favourite brand of gummy bears, and he’d even tried to add to the already romantic gesture with a singular red rose in a vase and a small candle, which flickered gently in the light summer breeze.

“...Sans, what-”

“just sit down, and i’ll, uh….i’ll go get the telescope.”

You frowned slightly as he scurried off, but did as he said, getting yourself comfy as he moved the telescope a little closer, taking his sweet time fiddling with various dials before ushering you over with a grin.

“here, look at this.”

“You just told me to sit down, though.”

“...yeah, but...”

You giggled, heaving yourself up and obediently looking through the telescope; and gasping at the beauty of the sight in front of you.

“it’s the constellation andromeda.”

“It’s beautiful!”

“well, it was named after one of the most beautiful women in the world, apparently.”

He kisses your shoulder gently.

“i’ve gotta say i disagree – should have named it after you, instead.”

You felt your cheeks instantly heat, before you let out a slightly nervous laugh, drawing yourself away from the telescope and swatting his arm lightly.

“Oh my god, that was so cheesy!”

“well, it looks like i’m gonna have to try feta than that, and think more caerphilly when coming up with one-liners, otherwise i’m gonna end up blue...cheese.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you sat back down on the picnic blanket, Sans sitting close next to you, the heat of his body softly brushing against yours.

“But seriously, this is wonderful – the sky’s so clear here.”

“yeah, found this spot pretty soon after we all came up from underground. spent more nights than i’d like to admit just staring up at the sky….best spot i’ve found to do so.”

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, and just as you turn to ask him what the occasion was, you jolted in slightly at the close proximity of his hand, holding out a gummy bear for you to eat.

“open wide, angel.”

“...you know, if this was a completely different context, that would be...”

He winked at you, blue tongue ghosting over the surface of his teeth. Rolling your eyes with a smirk, you took his offering delicately between your teeth, humming happily at the taste.

“How did you figure out I loved these so much? I mean, every time I buy them, I kind of hide them in my room like a dirty secret.”

“tsk tsk, you know pap’s house rules about eating in our rooms.”

“Doesn’t stop you.”

“touché.”

You giggled, taking another as he offered it up to your mouth, his eye-lights warm with fondness.

“to answer your question though….well, it kind of leads me to the reason why i’ve set this up tonight.”

You look at him curiously, feeling all the more curious as he started to fidget slightly, his eye-lights wandering away from you in favour of looking at the sky.

“i….i know it’s pretty obvious at this point that i like you. but i….i’ve kinda got a confession.”

You felt your stomach drop at his words, your smile sliding off your face; here was what you’d known was going to happen. He was just trying to be nice about it.

“...in all the months that i knew i liked you, i...i paid a lot more attention than i had previously. found out what you liked, what you didn’t, what shows you wanted to watch, what your favourite books were. at first, i convinced myself that i just wanted to know you better, but then i realised that whenever you entered the room, my soul leapt, and i couldn’t help but stare at you – heh, sorry, that sounds a little….anyway, my point is, i...”

He looked back at you then, grasping up your hands in his own, gently pressing kisses onto your fingers as he looked at you intently.

“...my point is...when i saw you looking sad today – and yeah, i noticed that – i figured that there was a chance that...that this might be something more for you. so my point is….i don’t just like you. i love you….stars, i love you so much, sweetheart. i can understand if you don’t feel the same, but i-”

His words are instantly cut off by your sudden, almost furious kiss, his muffled sound of surprise quickly turning into a soft groan, his phalanges drifting down to your waist to tug you closer, bringing you flush against his body. When the kiss eventually breaks, the both of you are left panting, gazing hungrily at one another. But you had to say what you wanted to say, even if your body wanted something quite different.

“I...I love you too, Sans.”

His answering grin almost blinds with it’s happiness, and he lets out a slightly giddy laugh.

“oh...oh man...then i’ve got to ask you, sweetheart – would you do me the honour of being mine?”

“Do you really think you have to ask?”

He chuckled, tugging you down for another lingering kiss, running his phalanges through your hair and pulling you closer still, almost as if he thought you’d suddenly disappear.

“now, i’ve got another question for you – want to join me in christening this picnic blanket?”

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@thebrittles13

"We to wish you a happy birthday, darling! We love you dearly."

--Love, Viktor and Aster 💜

[crusnikroxas]

A Night In. (18+)

**Author Note**

Sans x Reader

Word count: 4365

Heh, went a bit wild on this, but eh, it was fun. >.>

This is a one-shot for the lovely #sansismyweakness ! I hope that you like it :3

**End Note**

With a frustrated snarl, you throw open the front door before slamming it shut, and for a moment it almost feels as if the very foundations of the house shudder with the force of it. Shrugging roughly out of your coat, you allow it to haphazardly plop onto the floor, before throwing down your bag to join the mess. You then proceed to kick your sneakers from your feet and fire them across the room with such a force your socks almost go with them; you however, do not care one little bit about this fact.

You stand in silence for a moment, collecting your breath, before letting out a howling shriek of rage; you mentally thank the spirits that be that the house was empty, allowing you to fully express your rage. You shared the house with the skeleton brothers – Papyrus was currently spending a few nights with Undyne for ‘focused training’ (which meant that they’d gone camping, to fight bears, or something), whilst Sans was at work for the night, and would be returning in the early hours of the morning, giving you more than ample opportunity to clear up any mess left in wake of your angry rampage.

So you take full advantage, letting out another frustrated yell, stamping your feet as you did so. The next noise to exit your mouth, however, was a squeak of surprise, upon seeing Sans suddenly appear at the foot of the stairs, his eye-lights examining you with clear concern.

“you ok, bud?”

You take a second to collect yourself, looking around the room worriedly at the mess you’d already created.

“heh, don’t worry ‘bout it. c’mon, tell me what’s up.”

He casually walks over to the couch, sitting down with his usual relaxed air, patting the seat beside him. You ignore the invitation for the moment, however, still having some trouble swallowing your confusion at his presence.

“W-What are you doing here? I thought you were working…?”

He chuckles, smirking slightly in amusement.

“buddy, that was yesterday, remember? got the day off today.”

You feel a furious blush flood up to your cheeks, as your gaze falls to the floor with embarrassment. His soft laughter fills the room at your reaction, and you’re just about prepared to flee to your room when you feel the brush of his presence beside your own; you jump in reaction, and he casts you an apologetic gaze.

“sorry ‘bout that. c’mon, come sit with me on the couch – i know i don’t have ears, but i promise i’m a good listener.”

You allow a small puff of laughter at that, following him back over to the couch, flopping yourself down upon the plush surface. He turns in your direction, his eye-lights expectant. You let out a heavy sigh to steady your nerves, before launching into your tale of woe.

“Well, firstly, I forgot my wallet when I left the house, and didn’t realise it until, well, I really needed it. But anyway, got to work, and Helen immediately gets on my back about not wearing suitable clothing to cover up my tats – and I mean, how the hell am I supposed to cover this? Wear a freakin’ nun’s habit?”

You gesture angrily to the intricate fairy tattoo behind your ear while Sans snorts in reaction.

“Anyways, I apologised, because what else am I supposed to do? But is that good enough for her? No, no it’s not. She….”

You gulped down angry tears, shaking your head slightly to steady your voice.

“...she got her friends to come in for the lunch rush, and seated them in my section. They made up some bullshit lie about me being rude to them, and moaned about my ‘offensive appearance’ to boot – which obviously went straight to my boss….who ends up calling me in at the end of the day, and bringing in Helen who ‘saw the whole thing’, of course.”

You bring your shoulders in a little tighter anxiously, as you wondered if he’d be pissed about your next bit of news; but it was better to tell him sooner than later.  

“….I ended up getting fired, long story short. When I asked for my day’s pay, I got refused, and basically chucked out….and then when I decided I’d go get myself a pint of ice-cream to drown my sorrows….I found out I didn’t have my stupid, freakin’ wallet.”

You huff, holding your head in your hands to cover up your rising tears.

“….all I wanted to do was watch anime, and be miserable for a night. I’m sorry – I understand if you want me to leave. I’m not sure how long it’ll be until I find another job, but I’ll-”

Your words die in your throat as you suddenly feel Sans’ hand upon your back, rubbing comforting circles into your muscles.

You’d long since admitted to yourself that you liked Sans quite a bit more than what was considered  ‘friendly’, but you’d never acted upon it. Despite appearing relatively outgoing, you could be pretty damn shy at times, and this was definitely one of those instances. You just had no idea on how to breach the subject with him – he’d become one of your closest friends in the year that you’d been a room-mate to him and his brother, and that was definitely something you didn’t want to ruin. Plus, he was a monster, and you were a human – not that you had even the slightest problem with that, of course. But you had no idea how he felt about the subject; you didn’t want him to feel...disgusted at the thought of you liking him like that.

So when he touched your back, it wasn’t just the thought that he was bothering to comfort you that froze your voice in your throat – no, it was also the simple fact that he touched you.

He doesn’t seem to acknowledge the fact that you’d suddenly become as close to a marble statue as a human being can be however, his fingers still pressing into the tense muscles of your back as he started to speak, his already deep voice dipping deeper in his seriousness.

“hey, no, don’t think like that – me n’ paps would never want to just kick you to the curb like that. i know what shitty bosses and co-workers are like – these things can’t be helped sometimes. you’ve done nothing wrong; hell, i bet that place’ll sink faster than rock with helen running the show.”

You snicker softly, allowing yourself to relax a little into his hand, revelling in the almost mind-numbing relief that you weren’t going to lose your home –  and while obviously the idea of homelessness was petrifying, the idea of losing Sans and Papyrus was somehow just as bad.

“’sides, what’s to say you’re not allowed your ice-cream and anime evening? but, uh, without the miserable part – sorry, that’s off the table if i’m hanging with you. which I am.”

“Heh, I don’t think have a hope of being miserable with the pun master himself around, anyway – but sadly, I believe we’re dead on the ice-cream front. I can always grab my wallet, and -FUCK!”

You screech, sitting up with a jolt as something freezing cold is pressed into the sensitive skin of your neck; Sans is desperately trying to hold in his sniggers, but is failing miserably. He holds up a pint of ice-cream and two spoons as a peace offering at your shocked glare, however.

“heh, pfft, don’t look at me like that! that was too sweet of an opportunity to pass up. No need to give me the cold shoulder.”

You narrow your eyes at him, puffing out an angry, albeit amused breath; you were a sucker for puns, and he knew your weakness.

“Fine, you’re forgiven. However, I get to pick the anime we’re watching – and you can bet your non-existent ass that I’m going to make it as cringey as I can.”

He mock winced, clearly not phased in the least by your threat. You stand up to go dig through your extensive anime collection, before you feel him suddenly grab a hold of your wrist; you look down at your hand in shock, before looking back to him, feeling yet more shock at seeing the slight blush dusting his cheek-bones.

“hey, uh….seriously though, don’t let idiots like that get you down, ok? you’re worth more than you know, bud. and if they can’t see that? well, their loss, my gain.”

You feel your cheeks immediately heat up at his words, before Sans starts to stammer, gently letting go of your hand.

“uh, I mean, who else is gonna laugh at my puns as much as you do? you’re the perfect audience; gotta have that balance with paps yelling whenever i make a joke, heh.”

You chuckle softly, before quickly making your way up the staircase and into your room without another word, patting your cheeks hurriedly as you scanned over your anime collection. But you weren’t really reading the titles; no, your mind was simply consumed by one question bouncing around, over and over.

Did that seriously just happen?

~

You giggle under your breath as you watched Sans’ face, as he obviously forced a tortured expression, despite getting into the storyline.

“wow, the writing in this is terrible – nobody can be that dense about someone liking them. i mean, c’mon, she’s blushing and everything….he’s gonna guess at some point...right?”

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

He mock scowls at you as you continue to giggle, digging your spoon into the semi-melted ice-cream and eating the mouthful with a pleased hum.

“but seriously, though! that guy couldn’t be that dense.”

“Eh, I don’t know. Sometimes...it can be difficult to tell if someone likes you.”

Your brain is screaming at you to shut up at this point, but your mouth seems to ignore that particular order.

“Yeah, I mean, it can differ with circumstance – like with these guys, for instance. They’ve been friends since childhood, right? Why would he think of her in any other sense?”

“…but what if he likes her back. what about then?”

You gulp, knowing that this conversation was becoming insanely dangerous, but you were in far too deep now – you just hoped that he didn’t assume that this was about anything other than the anime.

“Well, how would she know? I bet she’s worried about ruining their friendship. I mean, if he doesn’t like her in that way, he might stop talking to her because of her feelings, or something...heh, I guess that’s where the drama comes in with anime, right?”

You force out a laugh, holding out the ice-cream for him to take for his turn; before blinking in surprise when he doesn’t.

“….Sans?”

With a slight sigh, he finally takes the pint from you, before immediately placing it upon the floor – you frown, now feeling concerned; surely he couldn’t guess that you were drawing from your own feelings? Surely?

Your thoughts are halted, however, when he pauses the anime dead upon the screen, and turns to face you fully; his eye-lights almost seem to burn, his expression unreadable, yet somehow your heart starts to race within the confides of your chest.

“...but what if he confesses to her first? what will she do next?”

“I…I guess it would depend on circumstances?”

He seems to edge a little closer, and you find yourself gulping nervously.

“what kind of circumstances?”

“…uh….I guess….in which way he would confess. She might not react in the way he expects.”

He cocks his head to the side slightly at your words, edging just that little bit closer.

He’s just teasing me, he’s got to be.

“and in what ways are you thinking he’d go about confessing, hmm?”

“Um….maybe just coming out and saying it?”

He chuckles at that, the sound deep and low in his chest, and you have to fight back a shiver in reaction.

“oh no, you’re forgetting – anime’s all about the drama, right? no, just saying it wouldn’t do at all...”

His legs are touching your own at this point, leaving you torn; half of you wants to flee, whilst the other desperately wishes to lean into his touch even more so.

“W-what kind of drama do you mean?”

You mentally curse yourself for the nervous shake in your voice as he chuckles once again, ruffling your hair with his exhale.

“well, he might start with a pet-name, like….sweetheart.”

You swallow, desperately shoving down the joy at hearing him speak that particular word, even if it wasn’t meant for you.

“or he might do something like hold her hand, when she least expects it...”

You freeze up, your eyes widening in shock at feeling his hand slipping over yours, the texture smooth and warm against your skin.

“or he might even use a far more intimate touch...”

His other hand comes up to gently caress the side of your neck, his phalanges sliding along your skin to tangle themselves softly within the confides of your hair; you shudder in excitement at the feeling, your excitement only rising when he growls softly in response.

“or he might even get really bold….and do this.”

All of a sudden, his other hand comes up to grip the other side of your face, and he leans in; he pauses for the merest of moments, as if gauging your reaction, before his teeth descend down upon your lips.

As if the shock of him kissing you wasn’t enough, there was the shock of finding out that he actually could kiss you; the warm tingle of his magic danced across your lips, gently caressing them – you couldn’t help but moan into it, and he draws you closer to his form with a groan of his own, his phalanges tugging gently at the roots of your hair, sending almost instant jolts of arousal to your core.  

You start with slight surprise at feeling his tongue against your lips, but soon get over it, opening your mouth to accept, tentatively proceeding with a lick of your own; he growls in reaction, his hands detaching themselves from your hair to clasp onto your hips – he picks you up with ease, setting you down into his lap so you’re essentially straddling him. You draw back, gasping in surprise at this; his eye-lights all but burn as he gazes at you, expression soft with concern, but blazing with an obvious and glaring need.

“sorry, too much?”

You laugh breathlessly, answering his question by claiming his ‘lips’ once more; he lets out a pleased hum, his hands travelling up from your hips to trail under your shirt, over your waist and back, as if eager to explore every inch of skin your body had to offer.

He eventually breaks the kiss, both of you breathing heavily with excitement, his phalanges rubbing soft, sultry circles against the bones of your hips and your back.  

“heh, does that make it clear enough for you, sweetheart?”

“….how long?”

“….welp, a few months at least now, if I had to hazard a guess.”

You let out a huff of laughter, still not quite processing that this was really happening.

“how ‘bout you?”

“….wait, you knew?!”

He sniggers, his fingers digging in a little harder against your back; you fight your hardest not to arch in reaction, but he seems to notice anyway, if the smirk was anything to go by.

“well, to be fair, only for the last few weeks. had to be sure, though.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“still, got to ask you one important question here, sweetheart...”

He leans to place his forehead against your own, his breath hot upon your lips as his phalanges dig just that little bit harder into your skin.

“…how far do you wanna go with this? ‘cause if i’m honest, nothing would make me happier than worshipping every inch of you tonight, so you know just how much you mean to me.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words.

“...to be honest, I’d love that.”

It seems that’s all he needed to hear as all of a sudden you feel your back hit the surface of a mattress, and you become very, very aware of his body suddenly above yours. The realisation is short lived however, as you’re soon distracted by his tongue lapping at your neck; you can’t help the moan that you release at the feeling, and he chuckles gently in response, his breath fluttering against your skin. His phalanges meanwhile travel back up your shirt as he works on your neck, licking and nibbling at the sensitive skin – they softly trail along your sides, before hesitating on the surface of your bra.

“is it ok if I remove this, sweetheart?”

Without so much as a second of hesitation, you sit up, whipping off your shirt and bra in a rare moment of unhesitating confidence. You blink in surprise upon seeing his response; his left eye-socket flares up with an almost fiery display of turquoise magic, leaving the other vacant and almost endless in terms of inky blackness. His mouth parts as his breathing grows heavier, his tongue (which, unsurprisingly, is the same colour of his magic) licking his teeth gently as he drinks in the sight of you.  

“fuuuck, sweetheart. you’re so beautiful. fuck, you’re so...beautiful...”

Before you can even think of answering, you’re pushed back down into the mattress, as that tongue of his descends upon your breasts, gently lapping at your nipples; upon hearing your moans in response to this, he chuckles, adding his teeth into the mix gently, teasing at the tender flesh until you couldn’t stand it – you start to squirm, a whine building in the back of your throat.  

“S-Sans, please….”

“please what?”

You gulp, your face flushing with embarrassment.

“Pl-please, I need….I need more.”

Your eyes widen as you feel him unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down off your hips; he looks up at you from between your breasts with a frankly mischievous expression, his magic still set ablaze within his socket.

“heh, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

He starts to trail his way down from your breasts, to your stomach, to your hips, licking and kissing your skin as he went, all while still holding eye-contact, his expression burning with his obvious lust. Eventually, he reaches your thighs; settling himself between your legs, he tenderly kisses around the edges of your panties, and you shudder excitedly in response, letting out another soft whine of need.

“don’t worry; i’ve got you.”

You blush as he smiles softly up at you from between your thighs; his expression spoke volumes on how he felt about you.

“heh, but first….wanna see a magic trick?”

Without waiting for your answer, he clicks his phalanges, and you suddenly feel cool air upon your very uncovered pussy. You squeak in surprise, automatically trying to close your legs, which Sans quickly stops, shocking you with his raw strength as you found you couldn’t so much as move an inch; he gives you an easy smile, his phalanges squeezing the flesh of your thighs as he held them.

“nope. not happening. i’ve been waiting for this view for far too long.”  

You blush furiously, before shaking yourself slightly as you focused on the one, glaring fact.

“Wait, if you could do that the entire time, what was the point of-”

You’re cut off mid sentence by Sans giving your sopping core one long, languid lick, his smile smug as he hears you suck in a gasp of shock at the sparks of his magic against your most sensitive area.

“heh. sweetheart, i would’ve thought you’d heard of foreplay. ‘sides, i told you, didn’t i? i’m gonna worship-”

He gives you another exaggerated lick.

“-every damn-”

His tongue circles softly at your clit, so soft you could barely feel it.

“-inch of you.”

He starts to lap at you in earnest, circling around and over your clit, then down to your vagina, then back up; he seemed intent on tasting every inch of you – not that you were complaining. Every touch of his tongue sent sparks straight through your lower stomach; try as you might, you couldn’t hold back an earnest, keening moan – Sans stops for a moment, looking up at you with an almost awed expression, before growling with lust against your clit, his tongue poking at your opening.

Before it started to slither in.

This time, you can’t hold back any of your moans, as his tongue burrows into you, stretching and filling you, extending far beyond the size you knew it was. Before you can even start to question this however, his tongue found that certain patch of spongey flesh that made you see stars on the rare occasions your partners discovered it; he pushed against it softly, almost hesitantly at first, until he heard your increasingly desperate moans – which is when his tongue started to squirm against it at an almost blistering pace.

You find your core already tightening, your body tensing up as your moans become cries of ecstasy; what finally sends you over the edge are Sans’ phalanges gently stroking at your clit as his tongue rammed inside you.

You scream your pleasure to the roof as you come undone, your muscles twitching with the force of your orgasm; Sans languidly laps at your oversensitive pussy, devouring every inch you had to offer as you moaned and came off from your high.    

You lay there in a happy haze of pleasure as he sits up, shrugging off his t-shirt and discarding his shorts; you sit up despite yourself, reaching out to touch his bare ribs and drink in the sight of him; his bones are warm to the touch and smooth, like well-worn stone. He shudders deliciously at your caress, swearing softly under his breath. It’s then that you notice his cock; it glows with the familiar turquoise of his magic, but oddly that’s not the thing that stands out in your mind.

You’re too busy taking in how huge his length is.

“I uh….are you sure that’s going to fit?”

He snorts, still breathing heavy from the sensation of your hands upon his ribs.

“heh...and here’s me thinking you’d be worried about it glowing.”

“...dude, you’re a skeleton. To be honest, I’m surprised that you have one at all.”

He chuckles darkly, his expression burning with desire once more, making you gulp in reflex.

“oh sweetheart….then you’re going to be even more surprised by what i can do with it.”

Before you can so much as blink, he’d laid you back down upon the mattress, clutching at your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance. He stops short however, looking deeply into your eyes with such adoration – you inwardly worry you’d become the human equivalent to a stop sign as you blushed under his gaze.

“….you’ve no idea how long i’ve wanted this. how long i’ve waited for you to be underneath me like this. How long i’ve wanted you.”

“...I want you too, Sans. Please, I want you so much-”

He grunts slightly as he starts to inch his way inside you; you arch your back off the mattress, groaning with happiness at how perfectly he was filling you – every inch of you stretched and consumed by the sensation of his cock sliding inside of you.

Finally, he hilts, both of you moaning in pleasure as his hip-bones hit against your flesh. He pauses, his expression clearly restrained, but waiting for your approval; he cared so much for you, cared so much about making you happy.

“P-please, please move, please, I need it, please-”

He growls low at your begging, grasping at your hips before he started to move inside you, slowly at first, both of you moaning at the sensations; until you needed more.

“Fuck, Sans, please, I need it harder...”

He snarls, silently obeying your commands, starting to thrust in and out of you with an almost blistering pace – you’d never felt more full. With every thrust in, his hip-bones slapped against your flesh, his cock perfectly angled to hit that sweetest of spots inside you, making you gasp and desperately grab at his ribs, tears automatically springing to your eyes at the extreme sensations wrecking your body; he grunts as your fingernails scrape at the surface of his bones, his thrusting becoming erratic.

Both of you were fast approaching your ends.

“Oh, Sans, Sans, I’m gonna, please-”

“fuck, angel, i’m gonna cum-”

He bites down upon the surface of your shoulder as spurts of his hot cum fill you up, bringing about your own earth-shattering orgasm; you cry out, almost sobbing with the relief of it, whilst he groans at the feeling of you milking him dry.

For a moment, all is still as you pant in unison, before he gently kisses at where he bit your shoulder, moving up to softly kiss your neck, and finally ending at your lips.

“….you’re so perfect. gods, you’re so perfect.”

He pulls out slowly, and you whine lowly at the feeling of suddenly becoming empty, his magic steadily dripping out of your pussy.

With a huff, he covers the two of you up, and pulls you close to his chest, softly running his phalanges through your hair, rubbing gently at your scalp. You hum in a pleased tone, snuggling closer; Papyrus wasn’t kidding when he said that skeletons were cuddly – this was honestly one of the best hugs you’d had to date.

“That was….amazing.”

He chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest.

“well, it’s a good thing that paps is away for as long as he is….and actually, come to think of it, pretty good that you don’t have to go to work for a while. ‘cause it means that, after we have ourselves a nice, long sleep...”

He pulls you a little closer, and you can almost feel him smirking.

“...i get the pleasure of making you cum just as hard every minute you’ll have me. and sweetheart, I hope that’ll be for as long as i’m hoping for.”