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Sans was laid out on the couch by the window of your hospital room. He kicked his foot back and forth, his hands behind his head, and his eyes closed. “Don’t doze off.” He heard you say from your hospital bed.
“i might,” he said and yawned.
“If they’d hurry back with my release papers we could get out of here,” You said, your voice teetering on impatience. He opened his eye sockets and looked over at you as you shook your head, “Hospitals are so slow.”
“as soon as they say we can split, i'll shortcut us out of here.” Sans said, then sat up straight on the couch, his eye sockets heavy.
You nodded and Sans rubbed his face. You shook your head and smiled. “You know, you didn’t have to sleep here while I stayed overnight. You probably would have slept better at home.”
“i know, but i wanted to stay with you…” Sans said, his soul thrumming as he looked at you, “i love you.”
Your lips curled up into the cutest smile, and the adoration in your eyes as you looked back at him had his soul in a frenzy. “I love you too.” Sans’s inhibition melted as the need to pull you from the bed and dance took hold, but he refrained. He instead held a prolonged grin as he stared at you.
The sounds of Sonya’s voice aggressively questioning someone through the door pulled the two of you from your lovestruck gazes. You glanced at Sans, your expression flattening in exasperation. “If she’s harassing the nurse again, I swear--”
“i’ll go check it out.” He said, hopping up from the couch. He hurried across the room to the door and eased it open. His eye sockets doused when his eye lights met his father’s.
“Sans—” Gaster began, but Sans cut him off as he slammed the door so hard it rattled loudly, the sound echoing inside the room.
“Jesus Christ!” You exclaimed from behind him, “What was that?!”
Sans placed both his palms on the door, the mirth from before gone. He balled his hands into fists as he tried to gather himself. “it’s dad…”
The door pressed against Sans as it started to open. Sans didn’t know if it was Gaster, but he fought to close it anyway. Sonya’s voice spilled in, “Sans, would you like me to escort this man away from the room?”
Sans released the pressure he was putting against the door upon realizing it was only Sonya. “yes. he does not have clearance.”
“Sans, please,” He heard Gaster’s voice through the door, “I really need to speak with Momo. It’s important.”
“What’s going on?” You said, suddenly behind Sans. He turned to look at you.
“dad’s here trying to apologize to you again—”
“No, I’m not,” Gaster spat, “I mean— Yes, I am, but there’s more important things to— Unhand me, you wretches! Don’t you know who I am!?”
“Sorry, Dr. Gaster,” Oliver’s voice floated through the door, “You don’t have clearance. We can’t let you in.”
“Not that it would matter who you are.” Sonya added.
Sans cracked the door open, watching the spectacle in the hallway. The other nurses and doctors passing by didn’t hide their curiosity as they stared. The three were doing an awkward dance of holding Gaster’s arms.
Sans noticed he was carrying an identical vase of flowers like the arrangements he had been sending you. He stared at the flowers as they were jostled from the altercation. Water sloshed out of the vase and splashed onto the floor. Sans’s fury ignited all over again as he stared at them, his head clouded with anger. You stepped up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and hugging him from behind. He let out a slow exhale as your chin rested atop his skull.
Dr. Gaster whirled around, the vase of flowers crashing to the floor. Water splattered, shards of glass splintering into chunks around his, Oliver, and Sonya’s feet. Gaster pulled his arms back so hard that he lurched forward before he whirled around to face the door of your hospital room once more. Splotches of water had soiled his coat, traces of the black button-up underneath bleeding through. Your grip on him tightened, and Sans reached up, grabbing onto you in turn.
“I have your test results!” Gaster yelled just as Oliver hooked his arms underneath Gaster’s and lifted him up from the floor. Sans growled, reaching out and slamming the door shut once again.
The two of you hung in silence as Sans tried to gather himself. He pulled away from your embrace, leaning against the door as he rubbed his hand along his face. When he looked up at you he could see that contemplative look in your eyes. He cocked his head before pointing a finger. “momo, don’t.”
You snapped out of your train of thought, your gaze focusing on him. “What?”
“i recognize that look.”
“What look?”
“you’re thinkin’ about talkin’ to him, aren’t you?”
You gawked at him, your eyebrows wiggling as you responded, “No! Of course not.”
Sans raised a brow bone at you. “you’re lyin’ to me.”
Your expression flattened before you groaned, “Dammit, how are you always so good at reading people?”
“i told you. you wiggle your eyebrows when you lie.”
You huffed, pouting as you turned away from him. You made your way back to the bed and sat down before you spoke again. “It’s not that I want to talk to him again. I just… aren’t you curious?”
Sans followed you across the room, exhaling a sigh. “not really. i don’t think you’re a mage, witch.” You cut him a look, and he held up his hands. “yes, i realize the irony of that sentence.”
You gave a small shrug. “I don’t think I am either. I just…I don’t know. I guess it would be nice to know for sure after everything I went through that day.”
Sans understood where you were coming from, but there was no way in hell he would let his father anywhere near you. After a pause, you hugged yourself.
“I don’t think I’m ready to speak to him yet anyway.”
Sans nodded, stepping closer to you. He gently took your hands when you reached for his, and his soul sang at his welcomed touch. “you don’t gotta do anythin’ you don’t wanna do, gorgeous. i won’t let him anywhere near you.”
The smile you gave Sans melted his soul. Heartwarming and loving, just like the one you wore when you confessed you loved him back. His cheeks flushed with magic, the color reflecting on your skin. You leaned forward and kissed him. Sans leaned into it, shifting so he was standing in between your legs. The two of you got lost in one another, nearly jumping in surprise when Sonya opened the door to ask if the nurse had clearance.
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About a week after you got out of the hospital, your body felt much better. Your hand still needed time to completely heal from the hairline fractures Jeanette had given you, but the soreness in your abdomen had subsided. The bruises were still evident along your torso and the scratches on your face hadn’t healed, but they would get there. You wouldn’t let them spoil your date with Sans.
It was finally the day of the date, and Sans had apparently made a whole day of it. You requested the day off from Grillby’s since he planned such an extravagant ordeal. He wasn’t usually this coordinated with things unless it was an elaborate prank, so you couldn’t wait to see what he’d come up with.
You gave yourself a once over in the mirror. Blue jeans, a lavender cropped ribbed tank with a white cropped puffer jacket, and white tennis shoes were your outfit of the day. Normally you would have dressed more formally for a first date, but Sans said to dress down. That didn’t mean you couldn’t dress cute. Bonus: it hid your bruises.
With a quick adjustment to your hair, you marked yourself ready for your date with Sans. You took a quick photo of yourself and sent it to your best friend.
You - 12:01
What do you think?
He replied immediately.
The Great Papyrus - 12:01
OH MY GOD!!! BEST FRIEND, YOU LOOK PERFECT!!
HE’S GOING TO LOVE IT!!
You bit your lip, looking over your shoulder at the candles you prematurely set up around the room. You bought a brand new lighter for the occasion. It sat on your dresser next to your bluetooth speaker.
Your eyes wandered over to your closed closet, visualizing your trunk of sex toys. Should you pull some of those out for your first time? You didn’t want to make Sans self conscious, so you decided against it. The first time should just be about you two, after all.
You heard a knock at your door and rushed from your bedroom to the living room. You grabbed the knob and giddily opened it, unable to contain your mirth when you spotted Sans standing in between
Sonya and Oliver. He was dressed in a blue jacket, but not his usual hoodie. It was a thick fleece with a brown fur hood that he wore down around his shoulders for a change. He had the sleeves rolled up so you could see his forearms, his radius and ulna peeking out between the cloth of his pocket and sleeve. In Sans fashion, he wore black joggers with high top sneakers.
You hovered in the door, the two of you taking in each other's forms. His eye lights looked you up and down, his mouth growing into a loving smile.
You opened your mouth to tell him hello, but Sonya’s voice rushed over your greeting as she said, “Ma’am, Sans is here—”
“Thank you, Sonya, I can see that.” You responded as you held onto the doorknob.
“wow,” Sans said, paying Sonya no mind. He let out a dreamy sigh as he admired you, his eye lights shifting into the shapes of hearts, “you look gorgeous.”
“Right back at you,” You said as you stepped into the hallway, “Is that a new jacket?”
“yup.” He said with a grin.
“It looks great on you.”
“thanks,” he stretched his arms out, “it has pockets.”
You chuckled before giving him a peck on the mouth, then locked your door. Sans silently offered you his arm, which you took with pride. Sonya and Oliver followed the two of you downstairs and out onto the sidewalk. You gasped in delight when you spotted Sans’s moped, the green paint shining in the afternoon sun.
“We get to ride your moped?”
“yeah,” he said, taking your hand in his, “i thought that it was about time we—”
“You can’t take a two seater,” Sonya cut in, “Oliver and I need to accompany you in the vehicle.”
You and Sans both looked at her, your hand tightening on his. “You can’t just follow us to wherever we’re going?” You asked, glaring daggers at her to emphasize your annoyance.
“No,” She said as she crossed her arms, “It’ll be safer if we can keep eyes on you at all times. A vehicle like a moped is especially dangerous. You could be kidnapped too easily like that.”
Oliver looked between you and Sans, his ears pinning back, “I’m sorry, but she has a point. Mettaton gave us strict orders to ensure your safety.”
“i didn’t think of that…” Sans said. He looked up at you, the disappointment evident across your face. He gave a small smile and shrugged it off, “hey, it’s okay. the moped ride was only part of the date. we can take it for a ride when things settle down.”
You looked at him and tried to save face since he was being optimistic, “Yeah, okay. I would love that.”
“for now,” he said as he pulled out his phone, “i’ll call us an uber.”
The Uber arrived. It was a roomy, black Honda Odyssey with a sliding door on the side. There were three rows of seats. You and Sans opted to sit in the back, but Sonya forced you and Sans to sit in the middle row so they could keep eyes on you at all times. She and Oliver sat in the back while the driver remained alone up front. You were annoyed, but you relented.
When Sans tried to sit next to you, you pulled him onto your lap. He let out a small gasp, barely audible, but chuckled when you wrapped your arms around his hip bones and started kissing on his cheek from behind.
“hey…” he whispered.
“Hey,” You said back, your kisses moving down to his neck vertebrae. The two of you fell into affectionate nuzzling and giggles as you tried to ignore the onlookers behind you. Whether they were actually looking or not, you didn’t care.
“c’mon, there are people here,” Sans said under his breath despite the way he kept pressing himself into your touch.
“You want me to stop?” You asked as your lips hesitated over his bones.
“umm,” he said as he let out a shaky breath, “for now.”
“Okay.” You said and released your hold on him. He slid into the seat next to you, his cheeks bright with magic. You crossed your legs as the car began to move, the city shifting by you through the slow traffic. Sans reached over, taking your hand in his.
The van stopped at a restaurant that you’d never heard of. An Italian place that looked a bit ritzy called Giovanni’s. You glanced at Sans and asked, “We’re eating here?”
“pap recommended it,” Sans said as he tugged at his hood, “he said it’s supposed to be the new hip place in town, so i made reservations.”
You couldn’t help but grin, “You asked Papyrus where we should have lunch?”
Sans placed a hand on his sternum as he boasted a prideful expression. “who better to ask than my brother for lunch recs?”
You and Sans headed inside the restaurant, Oliver and Sonya tagging along a few steps behind you. If you tried hard enough, you could almost pretend they were just another couple coming into the restaurant.
The restaurant’s style had a strange mixture of the 1920’s meets traditional home cooked warmth. The geometric patterns lining the walls had spots dedicated to galleries. Art of orchards, Italian landmarks, and an old woman you didn’t recognize. The dark wood elements lining the walls were accentuated with the same as the tables. The warm tones almost reminded you of Grillby’s. It was an odd combination of homey and glamorous. The smells wafting from the kitchen made you miss Papyrus.
You approached the hostess stand, finding Sans in a particularly chipper mood as he grinned up at the slender girl behind the podium. Her sleek, black ponytail hung over her shoulder.
He leaned on the stand, his arm barely high enough to reach its tallest point as he shot her a finger gun. “i’ve got a reservation of two for sans.”
The hostess raised her brow. “Last name?”
“the skeleton.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh. That was you that called,” She said as she turned away from the two of you. Sans’s smile never faltered, but he retracted from the hostess stand and shoved his hands back in his pockets.
Your brow furrowed. You turned to Sans and said, “I told you changing your last name to ‘the skeleton’ was a bad idea, babe. It’s too on the nose.”
Sans’ eyelights brightened and he grinned up at you. “but i don’t have a nose.”
“That just proves my point.”
He shot you a wink. “guess i deserve to be ribbed for that one.”
God dammit, he was so cute. You chuckled as the hostess glanced between the two of you. She grabbed some menus from behind her hostess stand before asking the two of you to follow her. She paused when Oliver and Sonya started to join your group.
“If you wait there I’ll be with you two in a moment.”
“Oh, they’re with us,” You said, “They’re my bodyguards.”
The hostess looked at you as the corner of her lip curled downward, “Oh.” She rolled her eyes as she turned to head towards your table. You and Sans exchanged a glance as she marched through the restaurant. You followed her, taking his hand in yours once again.
You were seated at a table towards the back of the restaurant with four chairs. You and Sans started to sit at the table, the hostess walking away just after placing down your menus, when Sonya started to join you at the table. The two of you hesitated when Oliver spoke up in your place and asked, “Sonya, what the hell are you doing?”
She looked at him like he’d asked something stupid. “Sitting down?”
“They’re on a date. Let’s give them some privacy.”
She motioned at the chair. “This chair has a good angle of the door. I can see any perpetrators—”
“We can stand and watch,” Oliver said, motioning to all three of you before giving you and Sans an apologetic look, “You two enjoy your meal. Pretend we’re not here.”
You gave him a smile as Sans said, “thanks, pal.”
Sonya joined Oliver against the wall as she crossed her arms. “Mettaton lets us sit at the table.”
Despite the looming presence of your bodyguards, you and Sans did your best to ignore them. Your waiter was an older gentleman, heavy set with thinning hair. His nametag read Carl. His wire-rimmed glasses framed his small, blue eyes. He greeted you both, his gaze flicking across your bodyguards before going back to the two of you. He took your drink order, hovering around the table a tad too long before he asked, “So, you two here on a date?”
“Yup.” You answered proudly as you slid your hand across the table to Sans’s. Your fingers bumped against his phalanges and he interlocked them together at the touch as his cheeks tinted.
“That’s great,” Carl said, “You know, I’m for the Monster Rights Amendment.”
“that’s great, pal. we appreciate it.” Sans said.
“You deserve all the same rights as us.”
Sans nodded, grinning harder. “again, thanks.”
“I mean, you should even be able to get married to a human if you want. Are you going to propose today?”
Sans’s face flushed darker as you tried to cover your mouth. You couldn’t handle the second hand embarrassment radiating from Carl.
“You could,” Carl continued, none the wiser, “but I would wait until it’s legalized if I were you.”
“yup, thanks, Carl.” Sans said, pulling his hood over his skull, his elbows on the table.
“If you are anyway, I can put the ring in champagne if you want. Just let me know.”
Sans turned into a puddle of glowing cyan underneath a fluffy hood as he leaned his head into his arms on the table. Carl looked at you and said, “Would you like champagne?”
“No, Carl,” You said with a stern smile, “We would like the unsweet tea and water that we ordered.”
Carl looked confused until he looked down at the notepad in his hand. He squinted his small eyes, rereading his writing as if your words alone weren’t enough. He gasped a little, “Ah-ha!” before turning away from the table without another word.
Sans was still a mess of discomfort across from you, so you looked at Sonya and Oliver for an exchange of disbelief. Sonya, ever the workaholic, had her eyes on her surroundings. Oliver made eye contact with you as you asked, “What in the hell was that about?”
Oliver shrugged, “Some people are supportive. They just don’t know how to not be weird about it.”
“is he gone?” Sans asked.
“Yeah, he’s gone.” You answered, giving his hand a squeeze.
He sat up, his fluffy hood framing his skull. He let out a sigh of relief before pulling his hood down. “guy made me feel like i should’ve planned a proposal.”
You mocked a fake gasp. “You didn’t?”
Sans cut you a look, his grin giving him away, “even if i had, i wouldn’t propose after that. he carl’ed all over it.”
Despite Carl’s insanely awkward attempts at small talk, you and Sans managed to make it through lunch. The four of you called another Uber, and before long you were on your way to the next mystery spot for your date.
You gasped in delight when the van pulled up to the Ebbot City Amusement Park. Plenty of times you and your band had passed by, the cries of people on the roaring roller coasters and the rich smell of cotton candy and buttery popcorn drifted across the breeze from the pier. Too many times you had to walk by, you and Shoto whining as Yamato urged the two of you onward towards the warehouse for rehearsal. The four of you always said you would go there someday, but you never did. Shoto would be so jealous.
You turned to look at Sans, your heart swelling as you asked, “The amusement park?”
Sans smiled back at you. “yamato might’ve told me you always wanted to go.”
You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him. This date had barely started, and you were already going to reward him swimmingly. Your driver pulled up to the entrance, and the four of you climbed out, the anticipation pumping adrenaline through you as if you’d already boarded a roller coaster.
Sans had already secured tickets for yourselves and your bodyguards, so you were able to enter the park with ease. You grabbed onto Sans’s hand, your fingers laced with his phalanges as you tugged him along beyond the park’s entrance. Your eyes were wide with childlike wonder as you took in the rides, game stalls, and food stands. There was so much to do and you had the whole day to take it all in.
“where do you wanna go first?” Sans asked, his eye sockets squinted, his smile curled up in amusement at your awestruck gaze.
You looked down at him and grinned. “Roller coaster.”
He chuckled. “startin’ out strong, huh? no tunnel of love?”
“Not yet.” You said, “I’m gonna destroy your ass in bumper cars first.”
Sans laughed as you started heading for the roller coaster. The early Friday afternoon had the park busy with people, so you had expected a bit of a crowd. You and Sans were able to walk side by side, but at one point the density of bodies caused you to have to squeeze together. Sans trailed behind you, your hands still intertwined, but you halted when you heard Sonya yell, “Stop! Everyone, clear a path!”
You looked behind you, Sans doing the same, as Sonya started waving her arms and marching ahead of you and Sans. The other humans and monsters in the crowd looked at her like she’d lost her mind. However, their eyes fell on the writing on her shirt, the word “security” undoubtedly tricking them, and they reluctantly parted away from her swinging appendages.
You were frankly mortified and looked back at Oliver. “She really doesn’t need to do that.”
Oliver held up his large paws, “Sorry.”
You and Sans exchanged a look, heading through the gap in the crowd Sonya cleared for you. Murmurs of people recognizing you and Sans from the trailer echoed through their chatter. You only hoped they didn’t care enough to chase you down and bother you during your date. The last thing you needed was Sonya drawing unnecessary attention to the two of you.
You did your best to ignore Sonya and Oliver’s looming presences as they followed you throughout the park. As you would get in line for rides, Sonya and Oliver would join you. Sonya insisted that they needed to be on the rides with you to block any seats that could contain an assassin. She forced you and Sans to sit in the front so they could sit behind you and she absolutely forbade you from any rides that were two seaters.
When Sonya refused to let you in the bumper cars, you decided that you were done with being babysat. On the off chance that you had been followed by a member of M.E.E., they had surely seen you were being protected, right? Sonya was short, but she was a mini-tank with a mean glare. Oliver looked threatening enough on his own. He was parting crowds without even trying. Anyone foolish enough to try to cross them had it coming.
You decided that you would try to see if you could convince Sans to ditch Sonya and Oliver. You knew you needed to be on the safe side, but you knew Sans could protect you if it really came down to it.
On the way to your next ride, you leaned down into the side of Sans’s skull and asked under your breath, “Wanna ditch them?”
Sans shook his head. “can’t, witch.”
You whined, “C’mon, Sans, be naughty with me!”
Sans looked at you empathetically, a resigned smile on his face. “i’d love to have you all to myself, but i think we better play it safe. you haven’t been outta the hospital that long.”
You gave him a dramatic pout, but you knew he was right. You underestimated your boyfriend’s need to keep you safe. You relented, linking your arm with his again as you walked towards your next roller coaster.
“Yeah, okay.”
Sans looked down at the ground as the two of you got in line. He let out a small sigh, opening his mouth to speak, but then shut it again. You looked down at him.
“What is it?”
“just… sorry this isn’t going well.”
You turned to him, your heart dropping at his words. Despite the small smile he forced, you wanted to reassure him. “Sans, I’m having a good time. Don’t worry, okay?”
Sans glanced back at Oliver and Sonya, who were standing directly behind you both, Sonya a bit too close for comfort. He looked back up at you. “okay.”
After riding this roller coaster, Sans sat on the ground, his cheeks tinted blue and his hand hovering over his proverbial stomach. You rubbed his scapula as you asked, “Are you okay?”
“feelin’ nauseous,” he confessed, “that ride made me kinda sick.”
You cocked your head as you asked, “Do you get motion sickness?”
Sans paused before he answered, “i guess? it’s never happened until now.”
“I know you’re supposed to be pretending we’re not here,” Oliver cut in, his smile nervous, “but maybe it’s because you’re a skeleton monster?”
Sans asked, “you think so?”
“You probably get more jostled around than someone with meat on their bones,” Oliver paused as Sans chuckled, “Not to be insensitive, but you two have been on a few rides at this point, and it’s probably just messing with your body.”
Sans looked up at you as you asked, “Is that a common thing with monsters?”
“Different types of monsters can be affected by different things,” Oliver shrugged, “I know wolf monsters deal with irritability during full moons—”
“You do not,” Sonya cut in, “You just like to pretend you’re a werewolf.”
Oliver took a deep breath. “Sonya, this is one of those moments I told you about where you invalidate me, and it makes me feel like less of a person.”
Sonya threw her arms out. “There he goes with that therapy crap.”
Sans sighed, his hand on your calf. “i’m sorry.”
You looked at him. “What are you apologizing for?”
“i feel like i’m really screwing this up.”
You shook your head. “Sans, it’s not your fault you get motion sickness.”
“i’ll pull it together, don’t worry,” he said as he stood up, “i saved the best ride for last.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You asked, “I don’t think you can handle another ride.”
“trust me,” he said as he grabbed your hand, his phalanges intertwining with your fingers. He grinned up at you, his eye sockets soft as he said in that deep baritone, “i can handle it.”
You followed Sans through the park in silence, the anticipation nipping at your nerves like butterflies nibbling fruit. He looked back at you and winked just as you rounded the corner to the line leading up to the Ferris Wheel. You laughed elatedly, your heart swelling at the sight of the massive spectacle. You squeezed his hand in your own, the metal spider web like contraption carrying baskets of humans and monsters in a slow circle. The sky was a painting of orange, purple and pink as the sun slowly sank to the horizon of the ocean. The perfect end to this date. The long line of people ahead of you wouldn’t sway your enthusiasm.
“You can’t ride this.” Sonya said from behind the two of you. You and Sans turned to face her.
Sans’s grip on your hand tightened as he asked, “why the hell not?”
“It’s a two seater. You’re too exposed to the air—”
“Sonya—” Oliver began.
“We can’t keep them safe if they get sniped from a rooftop.” She snapped, “I know you’ve been too busy playing love guru all day, but I’m here to do my job.”
Oliver crossed his arms and glared at her, his gray eyes intense. “We’re here to protect them. Not hinder their lives.”
“She’s a high priority target for a dangerous organization. Her life ain’t exactly going to be easy.”
Sonya and Oliver continued to squabble as you looked down at Sans. His gaze met yours, his eye sockets crestfallen and his smile gone. He tried to force a grin when he noticed you staring at him and said, “i’m sorry, i thought this would be the perfect ending.”
You took a deep breath before an idea struck you. “What if we take this date home?”
Sans’s cheeks darkened, “you… already wanna…?”
You grinned and shook your head, “No, I’m saying we could head to my apartment. I can cook us a romantic dinner,” You paused to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He slid his hands to your waist in return, “Maybe we can dance a little after, and then…” you bit your lip, “Then we can have our last ride.”
Sans let out a nervous chuckle. “god dammit, i love you,” he said, finally smiling again.
“I love you too,” you said, “So, how does that sound?”
“sounds perfect.”
“Okay. Let me see if I can corral Sonya.” You said before leaning down and giving Sans a quick peck on the mouth. You made your way towards the bickering duo. You clapped your hands to grab their attention. Oliver’s ears pinned back as Sonya looked at you like she wanted to murder you. You crossed your arms as you glared into her piercing green eyes and demanded, “I need to speak with you in private.”
“You’re not riding the Ferris Wheel—”
“It’s not about the Ferris Wheel.”
Sonya glanced between you and the boys before she relented. “Fine.” She said, marching past you. You turned and followed her, hoping to get out of earshot so Oliver wouldn’t hear what you were about to say.
Sonya stopped just shy of a line for funnel cake. You stopped a few paces behind her and urged her with your hand to come closer. She rolled her eyes and did so, but not without attitude. You started to open your mouth, but she beat you to the punch and said, “Are you going to fire me?”
“What?” You asked, “No. Can I even do that?”
“Technically no. I don’t work for you. I work for Mettaton.”
“Okay, then why are you even asking me?”
“I wanted to save you the diva tantrum.” Sonya said, crossing her arms as she looked away from you.
“Diva tantrum?” You blinked, “Do I really come off like that?”
Sonya sighed, “Not really. You’re not like the usual celebrities I’ve had to guard.”
“That’s probably because I’m not really a celebrity.” You confessed, “I’m just friends with one.”
“Yeah. Mettaton made that clear.” She paused. “So, what did you want to discuss?”
“Sans is really upset that this date isn’t going how he planned, so we want to take it to my apartment.”
“That’s fine. You didn’t need to pull me aside to tell me this, though.”
“Well, I was kind of hoping you could just escort us home and leave after that?”
“Why?”
Did you really have to spell it out for her? You double checked your surroundings to make sure there were at least no children around. You leaned in closer to Sonya and said under your breath, “Because I want to take my boyfriend home and fuck his brains out.”
Sonya only blinked, completely unphased. “You’re free to take him home and do whatever the hell you want, but Oliver or I will be guarding outside the front door at all times.”
Your shoulders dropped. “Are you serious? You can’t give us privacy for one night?”
“Mettaton’s orders.”
“Tonight is really special for us. We really don’t want to worry about one of you guys hovering around outside.”
“Tonight won’t be special if someone sneaks into your house and you get murdered.”
“He’s loud,” You warned, “You’re going to hear him.”
“I guarantee Mettaton is louder.”
That was more information than you ever needed to hear. You scoffed, calling her a cock block. Sonya shrugged you off. You turned heel, heading back to Sans and Oliver. You caught the two of them doing a fist bump when you got back,
A quick car ride later, you and Sans finally found yourselves alone in your apartment. You were thankful that Sonya’s shift ended and Oliver was the one to stay to guard the door. Even if she had the heads up that you and Sans would be getting busy tonight, you didn’t want to look at her anymore.
Oliver leaned against the wall as you pulled your keys out of your pocket. You realized you were trembling as you fumbled for the correct key. Now that you were back home you were starting to realize just how close you were to his first time.
You were ready. You could do this.
You just wished Oliver wouldn’t be hovering around outside the front door and that he could potentially hear the two of you. You wouldn’t let it stop you.
You tossed your jacket off first thing upon entering your apartment and kicked off your shoes. Sans remained fully dressed, but he removed his shoes. You headed straight for the kitchen and started digging through your pantry and fridge to see what you had available to scrounge up for dinner. You would have had something planned ahead of time if you had predicted this outcome. You found a few things you could make and started listing off some ideas to Sans.
“Alright, gremlin, I can make burgers, alfredo pasta, stir fry, or okonomiyaki. What sounds good to you?”
“i’d love for you to make me that cheeseburger you offered so long ago.”
“When did I offer to make you a cheeseburger?” You asked as you pulled the hamburger meat out of the fridge.
“the night pap brought me home from grillby’s,” he said, “you offered to make me a cheeseburger to help my hangover, and i pretty much told you to fuck off,” you paused as he grinned, “i’m finally taking you up on that offer.”
You couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your face. “You are such a dork.” You said before planting a kiss on his mouth, “I can totally do that.”
Sans hopped up onto the counter as you began to prep the burgers. You made your way over to the spice cabinet and opened it up. The blaring sound of “Despacito” suddenly blasted from within the cabinet. You yelped in surprise as you jumped back. Sans started laughing hysterically at your expense as you caught yourself on the countertop behind you. You started giggling as you cried out, “Sans, what the fuck!?”
“i might’ve set that up while you were in the hospital.” He said with a wink.
Now you were in a fit of stitches as you laughed. “You little gremlin!”
You moved to the counter, grabbing his hands and swaying with the music as you sang along. Sans laughed, sliding down from the counter as he joined in your movements, pulling you a bit closer as he began to dance with you to the music. You held him close, staring into those pearly eye lights lovingly with an amused smirk on your face. “Let me start our food, and then we’ll dance.”
Sans’s eye lights shifted to hearts as he gazed up at you, his hands gripping your waist, “but i’ve got you right here…”
You reached up, booping the ridge of his nasal cavity. “Be patient, gremlin… You have me to yourself for the rest of the night.”
Sans let out a dramatic groan, but he released you. He leaned back against the counter, his lackadaisical posture and dreamy eyes adorable as he watched you.
You turned down the music, letting it play aloud from the spice cabinet as you began prepping the meat. You sprinkled in the flavors, kneading it with your hands until you formed them into patties. Songs began to cycle through Sans’s playlist as the two of you chatted while you prepped, finally starting up the pan and readying to grill the meat.
You quickly washed your hands, and just as you plopped the patties into the frying pan, a slow song came on that had you swaying. Sans watched you from his spot against the counter. His interest piqued as you moved, and he slowly sauntered closer to you as the tenor voice filled your kitchen.
“Finally, a new side of me
Turned a new leaf underneath my tree
Sans extended a hand out to you, pulling your gaze from the pan. A heartwarming smile crept across your face as you sat down the spatula. You took his hand with your unbroken one and he pulled you close. He rested his other hand on your hip as you placed your other hand on his shoulder.
I now see life's a beautiful dream
Gives me strength, gives me ease, all in a year
Of disease, I have thrived
Lucky me
You began to lead the two of you in a waltz in the small rectangle of your kitchen, guiding the two of you away from the hot stovetop. Sans gazed up at you, his eye lights morphing into hearts again as the song serenaded the two of you. Those opal irises shimmered in the light of your kitchen.
Push me, pull me, write my story
Give me my rhythm, my rhyme
I break my cycles, endless spirals
I just wanna trust what is mine
You let him spin you out, coming back to him as he caught your hand in his. The chuckle that escaped him elevated your spirit like it had in the Uber when your eyes landed on the amusement park. Like the first time you heard it in the viral video all those months ago.
If the Sun's in the sky
If the day follows the night
If the clock's still keeping the time
Thеn you're on my mind
Looking down at him as you waltzed, you hoped he could feel just how much you loved him. Just how much he meant to you. You pulled him closer, the two of you dancing chest to chest now. Sans’s cheeks flushed as he held you against him, holding you tightly like gravity might pull you away if he let go.
Thе silence that we share
My heart was ill-prepared
I oversimplified when it was do or die
“witch?”
“Yeah?”
Kiss me, hold me, that feeling is holy
Nobody's loved me like you
Our life moves too fast to get stuck in the past
But I do, I do…
Sans’s brow bones arched downward as his blissful expression dissipated. “...what’s that smell?”
You gasped in horror at the realization. “The burgers!” You released Sans, running to the stove and pulling the pan from the burner to try and save the patties. You grabbed the spatula and tried to pry them up. Luckily, they were only a little burnt. They would undoubtedly be on the dry side. You hoped you’d be able to save your meal.
“did they get burned?” Sans asked, his voice small.
“Not too bad.”
“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have pulled ya’ to dance in the middle of cookin’.”
You glanced at him over your shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. I enjoyed our dance.”
Sans returned your smile before you went back to preparing your dinner. Luckily, only one burger ended up being on the dry side. You refused to let him eat that one. Despite the extra ridge of crispy charcoal around the edge, Sans slumped back in his chair after finishing his meal. The look on his face of pure bliss had you leaning into your hand with a quaint and somewhat relieved expression.
“that was great,” Sans said with a sigh, “m’stuffed.”
“Glad you enjoyed it,” you said, though you suspected he was being polite as you rose from the dining room table. You grabbed your plates, rising from your seat and carrying them to the kitchen. You sat them in the sink, casting your gaze about the mess from dinner preparations. You opted to clean up later. You had other priorities for now.
Like how the hell were you going to transition this to the bedroom so casually? You hadn’t considered this part.
You made your way to the kitchen doorway leading back to the living room. Sans had risen from his place at the table, stretching his arms over his head. He had that look about him. The defeat of drowsiness that settled after a good meal bested you. That’s when an idea hit you.
“You want to pull something up on Netflix?” You asked as innocently as possible, “I gotta run to the restroom.”
Sans perked up at your question. “sure. whatcha wanna watch?”
You tried to quell the smirk daring to tug at your lips. “Something date worthy. Something that will make us feel good.” You answered, giving an opinion to hide your true intentions, but just ambiguous enough to not rouse his suspicion.
He narrowed his eye sockets at you. True to his observant nature, he suspected something. “you mean like a comedy?” he asked, “or something saucy?”
You chuckled as you turned to head towards your bedroom. You hoped he wouldn’t notice you heading for the en suite rather than the hallway bathroom. “A saucy comedy.”
Sans snorted as he headed for your couch, plopping down with an unceremonious thud. “i’ll see what i can do, gorgeous.”
With his attention averted on the television, you made your way down the hall and slipped into your bedroom. You made haste, throwing your clothes off the second you stepped through the threshold to change into the underwear you’d bought for tonight. The old ones from the last attempt had a tainted air about them. This set was just black and lacy. Basic, but effective. You tossed your date clothes and dirty underwear into your hamper in the bathroom, making sure to actually pee, then put on your new pair of bra and panties.
You rushed out of the bathroom, your steps careful and quiet along the plush carpet as you moved to the dresser. You started lighting the few candles around the room first, setting the mood for the evening. They were unscented to save your senses from the assault of clashing fragrances.
You left the speaker untouched for now. You decided to save the music for when things really heated up.
You made your way back to the en suite and grabbed your silky black bathrobe from the back of your bathroom door. You wanted something covering you when Sans first walked in. Something to build up the anticipation before you revealed your scantily clad body. You exhaled slowly, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror as you tied the robe in place around your waist.
Was this too cliché for Sans? You could do better than simply throwing a robe over your matching underwear. You had to cancel, this was all wrong, you could never--
You took another deep breath and gripped the bathroom counter. You’d started to overthink yourself into an inevitable cop out. You had to actually try if you two were ever going to do it.
You could do this. You wanted this. That resolve alone gave you the courage to call out, “Sans? Could you come here real quick?”
“yeah,” You heard him reply faintly over the sound of the television in your living room.
You froze for a moment at the realization that he was heading your way. In a panic you spun around and tried your best to lean against the bathroom door frame in an attempt to look sexy as his muffled footsteps closed in from the hallway.
You held your breath as you watched Sans step into your candle lit bedroom. His head turned towards the bed first as he scanned the room for you. His head turned slowly until he finally found you in the doorway of your bathroom. The mild confusion on his face melted into wide sockets filled with hearts and magic heating his cheeks.
“Hey,” you said with a small grin.
“hey…” Sans said, his mouth curving up into a curious smile, “you lit candles?”
You wasted no time in stepping towards him. His eyes shot up and down your form as you closed in on him before sealing your mouth against his. You kept your kiss firm and passionate. You started walking him backwards towards your bed. Once his backside hit your mattress he fumbled, but managed to climb onto it and promptly sat himself down at your silent command.
You finally pulled back from the kiss and stood up straight as you wrapped your wrists around his shoulders, “This was my attempt to make your first time romantic,” When he didn’t answer immediately you added, “If you’ll still have me…”
Sans let out a breathy chuckle, his nervousness overbearing his normal nonchalance, “you still wanna bone me after our trainwreck of a date?”
You gave him an amused look. “We talked about this at the hospital. First we go on a date, and then we have sex.”
His eye lights returned to their normal roundness as his sockets softened. “it just went so bad though…”
“I know our date didn’t go like you planned it, and then I burned our dinner, but I just enjoyed getting to spend time with you today.”
“really?” he asked with a hopeful smile.
You nodded, “If it weren’t for the bodyguards hovering around us and…” You hesitated, “and the fact that Oliver wasn’t still outside my front door, I think today would have been a relatively normal day.”
“actually, uh… i asked oliver to give us some space.”
Your eyes widened, “You did?”
“i didn’t give him details. just told him tonight was special. he’s still guardin’ the door, just down the hall so he can’t hear us,” he paused as he grinned sheepishly, “hopefully.”
You cocked your head, “Is that why I caught you two fist bumping?”
Sans chuckled. “yeah. he offered to take the night shift ‘cause he knew sonya wouldn’t go for it.”
What a guy! You couldn’t stop the smile spreading on your face. “He’s the best. I’m telling Mettaton to give him a raise.”
“so…” Sans hesitated as he tilted his skull, “the date wasn’t really that bad? you’d go on another date with me?”
You shot Sans an incredulous look before you asked, “That’s what you’re worried about?”
He slumped on the bed, resting his arms on his femurs. “i feel like i really messed up today.”
“You did fine,” You assured him, “Do you think I’d be trying to bang you if you hadn’t?”
He managed to force a grin as he quipped, “then, gosh, i’d love to play naked red light, green light with you--”
You lost it and started laughing. From the look on Sans’s face you imagined he didn’t mind. He looked pleased as punch that he got a laugh out of you, and his nerves subsided ever so slightly at his victory.
“You mother fucker,” You covered your mouth as you stood up straight and did your best to compose yourself, “I cannot be sexy when you make me laugh.”
“pretty sure i told you this before, but there ain’t nothin’ that could un-sexify you, gorgeous.” He said as he sat up a little straighter and emphasized you with his left hand.
You smiled at his compliment. “So, are you ready to try again?”
“i’m ready,” Sans assured you, that nervous tremor returning to his voice, “i think the real question is if you are.”
That really was the question after last time. You bit your lip, and you nodded before you took a step back from him as you reached down to the knot on your robe. Sans watched you curiously as you spoke, “I know I want this. That’s enough reason for me to give it another try. I won’t push myself like I did last time,” You assured him as the knot unfurled, and your robe slipped open. You shifted your shoulders as the silken fabric slid over your goose pimpled skin before billowing to the floor in a pool around your feet.
Sans’s heart eyes returned as he took in your form. This was the most of your body you’d ever revealed to him, and you allowed him to take in the view.
His eye lights flicked over your form, every dip and curve he could see as they shifted to hearts once more. His hands tremored slightly, just a small flinch at his side, as you imagined the desire to reach out for you shuddered through him. You caught his sight hesitating on your bruises, but he didn’t call attention to them, though his expression hardened.
He forced himself to maintain eye contact with you as he replied, “you’ll tell me if you’re turnin’ yellow?”
“I will,” You said, “I’m green right now. How about you?”
“definitely green.” he nodded, his voice airy. You snorted a laugh.
You took a few steps closer to him and hooked your thumbs around either side of his jacket and asked, “Can I take off some of your clothes?”
“yes,” Sans replied so quickly you couldn’t help but giggle.
With a swift motion you removed Sans’s jacket from his shoulders. You tossed it onto the floor before you caressed your hands down Sans’s rib cage. The fabric of his white tee softened his bones, and you watched the faint glow of his magic brighten on his cheeks. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his mouth in a deep kiss, and he hummed into it.
You used your body to emphasize your intent, crawling onto Sans’s lap and straddling him on the edge of the bed. The mattress creaked under your weight, your thighs pressing into his femurs. You kissed him repeatedly, your tongue slipping out playfully and swiping across his teeth in a silent plea to open and allow you in. He obliged, his own tongue colliding with yours as he did his best to mirror your kisses. The sparks of his magic appendage hit your tender flesh just like the first time you kissed him like this. You wanted to forget how foolishly you acted that night, so you hoped this would make up for it.
You let your hands run up and down his ribs, but only on the outside of his shirt for now. You wanted to take things slowly, and you had a specific goal in mind for this.
Sans pulled back from you to ask, “can i touch you?”
You grinned. “Not yet.”
“when?” He asked, and you bit your lip at his desperation.
“Be patient,” You told him before pulling him back to your lips. He moaned into your mouth, his hands grabbing fistfulls of your comforter. Before long you felt his cock form against your clothed entrance. You let out a chuckle against his mouth having successfully accomplished your goal.
You pulled back and stole a glance down at his lap. A faint glow of cyan emanated from inside his joggers. You already felt it against you, but you decided to tease him anyway as you asked, “Already?”
Sans covered his face with his hands, “i’m sorry—”
You gently shushed him, “It’s okay. Don’t apologize. I was actually counting on it.”
“you were?”
“Mm-hmm,” You nodded as you hooked your fingers under the hem of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head. You took in the tantalizing sight of his rib cage and the tops of his hip bone as you said, “I’m gonna make you come before we start having sex.”
Sans’s cheeks darkened, “we, uh, ummm, fuck—” Sans panicked as he tried to form words, “i don’t wanna seem ungrateful, but… why?”
You crouched down onto the floor on your knees so you were sitting in front of him, “It’s to help you last longer while we’re having sex since you’re inexperienced,” You tried to explain matter of factly, but Sans’s face sunk, so you quickly added, “Which is not a bad thing. It’ll keep you from coming the second I slide you in.”
Sans gulped again and meekly asked, “what are you gonna do to me?”
That question hit your hot core in just the right spot. You slid your hand to the waistband of his joggers and said, “I’m gonna give you a blow job.”
Sans’s pupils were round and wide as he nodded profusely, “i… i’d like that…”
“Can I take off your pants?” You asked to make sure he’d be okay if you got him naked. Sans looked down at his exposed ribs.
“uh, yeah, just…” Sans looked away from you, “there’s not much to see, so don’t get your hopes up. m’literally just a skeleton other than the magic ding-dong…”
“Sans,” you chided, “you better not be getting self conscious on me,” His gaze flickered to yours, but then you’d lost him again. You added, “You have the most beautiful body of anyone I’ve ever seen. I love that it’s skeletal.”
“mine the most beautiful?” Sans smiled, his gaze falling below your eyes as he looked you up and down again, “clearly you need to double check your mirror.”
You snorted a laugh as you rolled your eyes, “You can’t pull an Uno reverse card on this. I won’t allow it.”
“watch me,” Sans grinned, doing his best to put up that nonchalant front.
“I mean it,” You crossed your arms on his femurs, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much I love your hip bones.”
Sans’s mouth curved up into the smallest smile, “...you do?”
“Yes…” You were practically drooling at them as they poked out from his joggers. You reached up and caressed his left one with your hand as you said, “That night you came over in that crop top? I could not stop staring at them every time you lifted your arms up.”
Sans gave a modest chuckle, “s’just one of pap’s tees he let me borrow.”
“Well,” You shrugged, “I meant it when I told you that you looked very fuckable that night.”
Sans looked away from you sheepishly, “yeah, i guess you did.”
“And don’t get me started on your ribs and the arch of your spine…” You placed one hand on his sternum before allowing it to bump along the indentions of his ribs. The other hand reached inside of his ribcage to caress his spine. His breath hitched as your fingertips slid down his vertebrae before reaching his pelvis, “Your beauty may not be conventional, but I think you’re beautiful in your own way.”
Sans’s gaze fluttered from your hands on his body then up to your face. A warmth spread through his smile as he gazed into your eyes, “you sure know how to make a guy feel pretty.”
“You are,” you told him as you lifted yourself up so you were level with his face. You started planting small kisses on his cheeks, “I waited so long to kiss these cheeks and now I get to do it whenever I want!”
Sans chuckled and said, “c’mon, you’re embarrassin’ me!”
You continued to smother his cheeks in kisses as he laughed before planting a final kiss on his mouth. Only then did you relent your onslaught and you pulled back to look him in the eyes. You traced his cheek bone with your thumb as you said, “And look at these gorgeous eye sockets.”
“okay,” Sans looked away from you, his cheeks glowing bright with magic from all your praise, “now you’re just hamin’ it up.”
“I’m serious!” You chided him, “I love the shape of your eye sockets. And your pupils literally change shape and color… Everything about your face is beautiful.”
“beautiful?” Sans asked in disbelief, “never heard anyone call this ugly mug that before.”
Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance, “I always hate it when you call yourself ugly. Even back when we were just friends I hated it.”
Sans looked surprised. “really?”
“I’ve always thought you were cute.” You said. He smiled again, and it reached his eye sockets. You mused, “I’m pretty sure I’ve told you that before though.”
“yeah… the first time i slept in your bed, you did…” he smiled at the memory, “s’not like i’m good at takin’ compliments…” Sans admitted, “for the record, umm,” he looked away from you, “i always thought you were gorgeous.”
You grinned. “Even when you hated me?”
Sans rolled his eye lights. “you gonna make me say it?”
You nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
Sans let out an exasperated sigh, but he smiled. “even when i hated you, i thought you were hot.”
Your eyebrows raised in amusement at his word choice. “Hot?”
“yes…” Sans said, his voice strained. You giggled at his reluctance.
A dirty thought popped into your head and you asked, “Did you… ever masturbate while thinking about me?”
Sans’s eye sockets widened, and judging from his avoidant stare and hesitation you pretty much had your answer. You giggled again as Sans said, “c’mon, don’t ask me that…”
“So, I take that as a yes?” You said as your hand caressed up his femur to his pelvis over his joggers. Sans only nodded, his cheeks flushed as he avoided your gaze. “Hey, it’s okay,” You kissed the vertebrae of his neck before you whispered, “I’ve masturbated while thinking about you too…”
“fuck…” Sans gasped, his hands quaking at his sides as he resisted the need to touch you.
He could wait a little longer.
“Take off your pants,” you commanded as you pulled back from him, and Sans listened without giving you lip. His shaking palms moved to the waistband of his joggers, and he slowly shimmied them out from underneath him. You bit your lip as you watched his cock spring free, but you steeled yourself to keep your hands off it until Sans finished his task.
He dropped his pants onto the floor beside you. This was the first time you got the chance to see him completely naked, and you took the opportunity to look over his whole body. His bones were a delicate cream mixed with cyan in the dancing candlelight. The glow of his cock mixed with the warmth of the candles, creating a greenish hue where the colors met. His posture was rigid as he presented himself to you, his gaze to the floor. His skeletal hands still gripped your sheets as his legs dangled too short to reach the floor.
He was right. He was completely skeletal except for his magic cock. You bit your lip as your eyes ran up and down his bones and pulled yourself up from your knees and said, “Fucking beautiful.”
“really?” he asked, his eye lights wobbling as he glanced at you.
“Yeah,” You said, leaning up and caressing your hands on the insides of his ribs. You slid one up to the top and started scratching his inner scapulas. You slid the other hand towards his pelvis and said, “I’m going to touch you a little before I start your BJ.”
“yes, please…” Sans said, his voice teetering on begging again. You started planting gentle kisses along his clavicle, and Sans gripped your comforter harder. He started panting from your touches. You took your time as you searched for spots that really made him squirm. He let out a gasping chuckle when you reached the backside of his ribs.
“that tickles…”
“Sorry,” You apologized before giving him a quick peck on his mouth, “Just trying to find the hot spots.”
“umm… your hand feels good down there…” Sans admitted, his voice timid.
You moved both of your hands to his pelvic bone and he tensed. You allowed them to explore, careful to avoid his dick for now. Sans shuddered underneath your fingertips as he groaned. He laid down on his back, but kept himself propped up on his elbows so he could watch what you were doing. He clumsily grinded himself into your hands as he watched you, his eye lights shifted to hearts.
You gave him a coy smile before getting down on your knees once again and asked, “You ready for me to start?”
“mm-hmm,” Sans nodded, his hand covering his mouth as he fought back his moans.
You grinned, your dominant hand sliding to the base of his cock. You gripped it just enough to let him know you’d moved on from torturing him, and before he could react you licked it from the base to the top.
Sans practically screamed a curse just from that alone, and you had to resist snorting in laughter, but you couldn’t help but coo, “You’re so cute…”
Sans let out an exasperated chuckle. “don’t tease me…”
“I’m not teasing,” You assured him, “Why are you so embarrassed to moan in front of me?”
Sans let out a grunt as his cock twitched in your palm, and he did his best to hide his face, “i don’t mean to be so loud…”
You bit your lip, “I like how loud you are. Don’t hold it back.”
“you want me screamin’ in your apartment?” Sans asked, “what if you get a noise complaint?”
“I’ll frame it and hang it above my bed as my personal trophy.”
Sans let out an amused chuckle at your antics, but you were done talking for now. You moved your attention back to the glowing member in your hand. Trying your best to maintain eye contact as you performed for him, you leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. A bit of his magic precum came off, and while you’d expected it to have some form of taste, it surprisingly had a lack of. What you didn’t miss was the sizzling sensation the pure magic on your tongue gave you. You involuntarily let out a strangled noise in surprise at the tingling.
“what’s wrong?” Sans looked concerned as you stuck your tongue out and fanned yourself off.
“Your cum tingleth!” You tried to inform him as you giggled with your tongue protruding out of your mouth. You forced yourself to swallow it, the sensations dragging down your throat like cold medicine. Sans snorted, and with that you broke. You started laughing so hard your belly began to cramp which in turn caused Sans to start laughing harder. The two of you were scantily clad and laughing hysterically.
“is this how bjs normally go?” Sans asked as he wiped magic tears from his eye sockets from laughing so hard.
“Not in my experience, but so far this is my favorite,” You laughed, “I’ve got my shit together now, I’m sorry.”
“nah, don’t be,” Sans smiled, his eye lights turned to stars, “i’m havin’ fun.”
“Me too,” You agreed, your heart full of adoration as you smiled back at him. With that you attempted round two of actually trying to successfully start. You licked your tongue up from the base to the top again before swirling it around the tip. This time the magic on your tender flesh didn’t catch you so off guard, and you were able to perform through the sparks.
Deep moans already started spilling out of Sans’s proverbial throat at the small licks alone. You made sure to make eye contact with him, and true to his bashful nature he avoided your gaze and instead moved it down at your mouth on his cock. Either way, you had his eyes where you wanted them. You finally stopped teasing him and carefully opened your mouth before taking him in.
Sans let out a gasping moan at the sensation, his hand automatically flying to cover his mouth despite your protests of hiding his pleasure. If Sans got as loud as he had the first time you fooled around, you bet you could get him even louder. You planned to get his hand off his mouth with your skill, and hoped letting himself moan naturally would happen as the night went on.
Your head bobbed up and down as you sucked his cock. You found difficulty in keeping your jaw wide enough to not graze him with your teeth due to his girth. You did your best to keep a steady pace, pausing at the tip to tease him with your tongue and swirling it around the head before plunging him in your mouth once again.
“oh, fuck,” Sans whined, his free hand gripping your comforter, “holy shit, this feels amazing! you do… good things with your mouth…”
You snorted a laugh through your nose, your pacing thrown off at his goofy pleasure talk. You managed to find your rhythm again, and you reached your free hand towards the one he’d started gripping the blanket with. His hand frantically scrambled to hold yours and your fingers interlocked with his phalanges.
Sans had scooted himself up from all his squirming. With both your hands busy, you couldn’t pull him back to you. Instead you shifted yourself closer to the bed, and suddenly realized just how wet you’d gotten.
“i’m—” Sans panted in between his moans, “gonna come—”
Good. You were counting on it. You couldn’t tell him as much with his cock in your mouth, so you just kept at it. His moans transitioned into desperate whimpers as his toes curled and dug into the side of your mattress.
“witch,” Sans gasped, “i’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t—”
Ohhhhh, he was trying to warn you to stop. Well, you were no stranger to swallowing, so you readied yourself for the load and started simultaneously sucking and jerking him off at a faster pace. Sans started squirming, his dick slipping from your mouth as he backed away from you. You looked up at him, the sheer audacity leaving you appalled.
“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked with a smile on your face.
“i--” Sans whimpered, “i don’t want you to have to…”
“Sans, you adorable bean,” You said before you reached up and grabbed onto his pelvis. He let out a yelp as you yanked him back down to the edge of the bed, “Don’t decide what I can handle. If I don’t pull your dick out of my mouth when I know you’re about to come, that means I’m okay with swallowing it. Got it?”
Sans looked down at you with wide heart eyes before he nodded. With that you wrapped your hand around his cock once again and started sucking at a ruthless pace.
Sans’s hand flew from his mouth, and went to grasp onto your bedding. His moans got progressively louder and built into a crescendo until his orgasm hit. He pressed the back of his head into your mattress, his knees bending, and his hips bucked clumsily into you. You did your best to hold his pelvis in place with your hands as you continued to suck him through his orgasm. Sans threw caution to the wind, and his cries of pleasure echoed through your bedroom as he started yelling obscenities.
“it’s too much—!” Sans pleaded, “fuck, i can’t—!”
You steadily swallowed his cum as it drizzled out of him, but the overflow of magic proved to be too much for you to take at once. You ceased your relentless onslaught, and sat back only to have blue cum dribbling down your chin out of the corner of your mouth. You swallowed as best as you could as you reached for his cock to finish him off with your hand. You only stroked it a few times before it vanished into thin air, your hand falling to his empty pelvis with only smears of magic left behind to even prove his dick had been there.
Sans panted, his face blue and his bones hot. He finally looked at you once his orgasm ended and snorted at your predicament. He chuckled and asked through his panting breaths, “bit off more than you could chew?”
You finally managed to swallow everything in your mouth and wiped off the rest with the back of your hand. You gasped as you cut him a playful look, trying to catch your breath. “Okay, that was a lot of cum. Monsters must come more than humans, and they certainly don’t have tingly cum like you do.”
“it’s not like you haven’t touched the stuff before,” Sans sighed as he relaxed into your mattress.
“Yeah, but I’ve never put it in my mouth until today,” You corrected him, “It’s a lot more intense on my tongue than on my skin.”
“sounds like a buncha excuses to me.”
You swatted his leg from the floor. He let out a snicker as you crawled up on the bed next to him and laid down on your side. You watched as Sans rubbed his face with a huge grin and massive blush glowing. You couldn’t take the anticipation to hear how you did, so you finally asked, “So, how was it?”
“that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Sans pulled his hands from his face and looked at you, “i literally lived out the she sucked me while i was coming meme.”
You snorted. “That’s a meme?”
Sans looked at you disappointedly. “an old one. we gotta get you caught up on meme culture if we’re gonna make this work.”
“I’ll get right on that,” You replied sarcastically as you sat up.
“where ya’ goin’, gorgeous?” Sans asked, his heart eyes following you.
“Nowhere. Just getting ready to take my bra off.”
Sans sat up straight so fast you busted out laughing. His heart eyes practically pulsed in his eye sockets as he asked, “i get to see your boobs?!”
You looked at him in mild amusement before you cupped his cheek and answered, “Gremlin… You’re gonna see me naked tonight.”
Sans let out a sound that you could only compare to a deflating balloon. You thought perhaps you might have short circuited him.
Before actually disrobing you reached over and gave Sans’s ribcage a gentle nudge and said sweetly, “Lay back on the pillows for me.”
He nodded, his entire demeanor bright and eager. The wonder and innocence beaming from him had you practically melting to get this night started, but you waited patiently for him to scoot his cute skeletal butt towards the headboard. Once Sans leaned back and completely relaxed himself into your pillows you reached around your back and unhooked your bra.
You purposefully held the cups against your breasts until you snaked your arms out of the straps, and only when you could toss it aside with ease did you do so. Your skin kissed the cool air of your bedroom, your nipples hard from the lack of clothes you’d been in as you let your girls hang free for him to see. Sans’s eye lights darted back and forth between the two as if he’d make one boob jealous if he gave the other one too much attention. Before long his eye lights were scanning over your whole form again, and he breathed out an appreciative curse at your appearance, “fuck, you’re so gorgeous…”
“Thank you,” You smiled at the compliment, your hands going down to your breasts. You cupped them in your hands for him and asked, “You wanna play with them?”
“please-- i mean, yes, i would love that. i mean, if you’re cool with it. i mean, as long as you’re green.” Sans fumbled as he spoke, his eye lights trying to focus on your face. Inevitably they kept falling back down to your breasts, and you laughed at his attempt to remain calm.
“Yeah, I’m still green. It’s why I offered them to you,” You reassured him before you crawled towards him. You stood in front of him on your knees so that your breasts would be eye level with him, but made sure you were still straddling over his pelvis. His cock hadn’t quite come back yet, but you expected that would take some time.
You didn’t want to rush through this night. You wanted to take your time and have some fun with him. You hoped he was up for having fun with you too.
Sans held up his hands to play with your titties, but he hesitated and asked, “you wanna guide me, or…?”
“I’m gonna let you have free reign for now,” You answered, “Just remember, my nipples are super sensitive, so pay special attention to those, okay?”
Sans nodded, his hands moving carefully up to your boobs. At first he cupped them in his hands, but immediately his thumbs moved to your nipples. He lightly flicked the bone over them, the sensation sending light waves of pleasure down through you. His left hand went straight into rolling your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger just like you taught him. He hesitated as he looked at your right breast and asked, “can i put them in my mouth?”
“My nipples?” You asked, “Please do, gremlin…”
Sans shied away from your gaze, but moved his attention back to the task at hand. He opened his mouth, his magic tongue forming as he flicked the tip of it across your nipple. He smiled and declared aloud, “they’re soft…”
“Mm-hmm,” You hummed in pleasure, your arms wrapping around Sans’s shoulders to help support yourself. You started gently scratching the back of his skull with your fingernails as he dipped his head back down and plopped your nipple into his mouth.
He couldn’t completely suckle on it due to his lack of lips, but he used his teeth and tongue to play with it. The wetness of his tongue coupled with the sparking magic sent waves of pleasure through you that pulasted straight to your core. He played with your other nipple simultaneously with his hand, and you found yourself getting a bit ravenous in your need to start.
“Fuck, Sans,” You couldn’t help but vocalize your thoughts aloud, “You’ve got me so wet.”
Sans pulled his mouth away from your breast and looked up at you, his eye lights touching the top of his eye sockets, “i do?”
You nodded, biting your lip, “You ready to see my pussy?”
Sans’s eye sockets widened, and he chuckled anxiously. He grinned a little harder before he asked, “uhh, is he in the room?”
You hesitated as you cocked your head. Your vixen persona fell as it took you a second to process what he said. It finally clicked as you asked, “Did… you just make a pun about Ticket?”
Sans chuckled, flustered at his joke falling flat. His hand fell from your other breast and he said, “sorry for the lame joke… i’m, uh… gettin’ nervous…”
You watched him carefully before you let yourself fall from your knees all the way down on your butt so you were at eye level with him. You gripped his hands and asked, “Why are you so nervous? Is it just first time jitters?”
“yeah, i mean…” Sans looked you up and down, but tried not to ogle despite your exposed chest, “i just… i’ve never done this before, and i… what if i’m not any good at it?”
“Sans,” You cooed, “Don’t worry about that—”
“i just don’t wanna disappoint you.”
“Things might be a little awkward at first, but that’s totally normal the first time two people sleep together. Especially if it’s someone’s first time.”
“really?” Sans asked with a raised brow bone.
“You’re going to have to figure stuff out, and figure out the rhythm of how to move,” You paused, “And then there’s me and my whole thing. I’m just hoping that even if I manage to slide you in that we can both make it to an orgasm before my stupid PTSD kicks in.”
Sans quickly clarified, “that’s not on you.”
“I know,” You gave him a smile, “My point is that the first time isn’t perfect. It never is. Realistically, you’re probably gonna finish before me, and I’m probably going to have to grab a vibrator to finish myself off.”
Sans looked crestfallen. “i don’t get to help?”
“Of course you can help. I’d love that.”
“why don’t you think you’ll come though?”
You shrugged. “I might. It’s just that I’ve got a lot more experience than you. It’s also a lot harder for women to hit orgasm sometimes. But I’ve also never fucked a monster, so maybe your magic ding-dong will hit the spot differently.”
“okay…” Sans looked away bashfully.
You wanted to erase his doubts, but you wanted him to be aware that it was okay if you didn’t reach orgasm. You also wanted him to know just how extremely turned on you were, so your offer to show him the most vulnerable part of your body still stood. So, without further ado, you rose from the bed, sliding off your legs and standing up with a bit of extra bounce.
You faced him, Sans watching you curiously, as you hooked your fingers around the lace trim of your underwear. His eye sockets widened, his eye lights shrinking at the realization of what you were doing, and his gaze followed the black fabric as they fell down your skin and landed around your ankles. You used your foot to kick your panties towards him, but you missed. They landed on the floor next to the bed. Sans watched them fall next to your nightstand, but then his eye lights were back on your exposed pussy and he breathed, “holy shit, you’re naked…”
“Mm-hmm,” You hummed, hovering there to let him take in the sight.
“you…” Sans cleared his proverbial throat, “you really wanna do this?”
You raised a brow in amusement, “Do this?” You repeated with a laugh, “What do you mean?”
“you wanna have sex?” Sans pointed at himself with his thumb, “with me?”
You cackled at his silly question and nodded your head before giving a confident, “Yup.”
“wow,” He grinned, his eye lights scanning over your body again, “i just… i can’t believe you’re naked right now and that we’re about to do this…”
You giggled before turning and heading towards your dresser. You caught Sans watching your backside in the mirror as you went to the speaker you’d set up ahead of time.
“fuck, your ass is as perfect as i imagined it,” he breathed, and you laughed.
“So, were you checking out my ass while you hated me too?” You asked over your shoulder.
“yeah… grillby might’ve caught me that time,” he chuckled, and you laughed elatedly.
You wanted Sans’s first time to be special for him, so you wanted his favorite band to play in the background.You hit play on your phone, and Body High by Mystery Skulls filled the room from the bluetooth speaker you’d set up ahead of time. Given the context of the song, you chose it with intent. You had the playlist set to shuffle afterwards and abandoned your phone on the dresser as you turned to face your boyfriend. Sans grinned at you, and you giggled, “Might have had one surprise up my sleeve for tonight.”
“yet another reason that i love you,” Sans cooed, his heart eyes back inside his skull, “except now i’ll never get the image of you naked out of my head when i hear this song.”
You bit your lip. “I’ll count on that.”
You moved to the foot of the bed and started crawling towards him. Sans watched you from against your mound of pillows until you reached him, your entire form over his. You pressed yourself into him and locked him in a deep kiss. His bones trembled against you in nervous anticipation.
Sans pulled back for just a second to ask, “can i—?”
“Yes, you can touch me.” You cut him off, amused he still needed to ask at this point.
You pressed yourself against him again, your mouths locked in another kiss, and his hands were instantly on your ass, gripping handfuls that inadvertently tugged your pussy. Your clit throbbed at the sensation, and you started grinding against him in hope of his absent cock reappearing. Sans pressed back into you, his pelvis providing the friction you desired, but not nearly enough. His shuddering breath and the way his hands desperately clung onto you dripped with his need for you.
Finally, his magic cock sprung back to life and the head clumsily bumped against your stomach. You forced yourself to pull away from him, not wanting to waste a second of this second erection. Sans let out a sigh as you sat up, his arm stretching up above his head.
You couldn’t wait any longer. You were ready, and you feared if you didn’t take this opportunity, your trauma could ruin this night for you.
You positioned yourself so you sat upright over his pelvis, his dick just in front of your entrance. You took a moment to admire the sight before you. Sans looked so hot and bothered beneath you, his bones tinted blue from the magic across his cheeks and cock. One hand gripped the pillow above his head in tension, the other holding onto your thigh like you’d drift away from him if he let go.
Sans must have taken your pause for hesitance. He asked sweetly, “are you still green?”
“If I get any greener I’m going to jump you,” You said with a laugh, and Sans chuckled, “I’m just enjoying the view before I give you your first ride,” You mused before cupping his cheek.
“okay,” Sans smiled, “so… you’re ready?”
You grinned with a nod, “Let’s do it!”
“okay!” He matched your mirth, and your hand went for his dick. You grabbed the base of it, positioning yourself over him. Your breath hitched when you felt the tip hit your entrance.
“still green?” Sans asked. You nodded, but Sans pressed, “i need a verbal answer, gorgeous.”
“I’m green,” You confirmed, your heart swelling at his care for your well being. With that, you took the initiative to start sliding him in.
The sparks of his magic hit your insides as you began to stretch around him. His breath shuddered as both of his hands shot to your hips. They shook as he squeezed your flesh. You took a moment to adjust to the sensation as his head pressed back into the pillow.
Magic inside your mouth had been one thing, but inside your vagina was another story. The hum of it was like a low vibration, and mixed with the tingling muscle stretch from the girth of his cock, you felt like you basically just stuck a vibrator in there on a very low setting. Except it was attached to the man you loved with a deep and rich voice you wanted to hear cry out.
With that notion in mind, and your need to ride him until he begged you to stop, you took him down to the hilt. He let out a small whine of pleasure, his hands squeezing your hips harder.
You exhaled a sigh of relief as you rested your weight on top of him, but you weren’t out of the woods yet. Now that you had him in there you wanted to test out if you could handle actually moving. You needed some moral support from the cutie lying beneath you, so you grabbed his hands from your hips and intertwined his phalanges with your fingers. He gripped your hands, careful of your broken one, and breathed through his pleasure-induced high, “you okay?”
You took a glance down at yourselves, your ass flushed against his pelvis. You could feel the edges of his bones against your tender flesh. You took a second to rock your hips just slightly, the reality that, yes, Sans was definitely inside you sinking in. You started laughing elatedly, and you pointed out the obvious, “Oh, my gosh! Can you feel that?” You looked him in the eye sockets and cheered, “You’re in there!”
“yup, i am,” Sans laughed breathlessly in adoration, his cheeks glowing brightly, “you’re so warm inside… it feels so good…”
He thought you just sitting on his dick felt good? You hadn’t even started moving yet. Goodness, what a cutie.
“Hang in there, gremlin,” You said, “It’s about to get a whole lot better…”
Sans looked up at you, his eye lights wobbling to hearts once again. Once you made sure his gaze stayed locked with yours, you began to rock your hips back and forth. You could feel yourself sliding along his cock, the magic fizzing and your slick combined with his precum adding extra lubricant. You kept your pace slow and steady for the start. Sans’s grip on your hands tightened at the sensation, and deep, delicious moans started to slip from his mouth.
“it’s a lot better,” He agreed almost instantly as he started to try and slowly, yet ungracefully thrust back into you, “holy fuck… this is what sex feels like?”
You couldn’t help but snort a laugh. Sans didn’t seem to mind as he held your hands, his thumbs caressing your skin and his eye lights locked lovingly with yours. You gazed back down at him, that look sending you into your feelings for him. No one had ever looked at you like that during sex before.
“i can’t believe we’re doing this…” Sans spoke up, his words laced on the edges of his moans, “i can’t believe how lucky i am…”
You smiled harder, “Are you going to nervous talk the whole time?”
“i might…” he grinned, and you giggled.
You thought maybe if you picked up the pace he would lose himself in it and just enjoy himself instead of worrying about pleasing you. After all, you were topping. You thought better of pushing yourself right away and instead just kept your current pace.
“am i doing okay?” Sans’s voice dripped with insecurity, and you smiled at him.
“You’re going a little slow,” You told him honestly, “Think of it like dancing, and I’m leading. Just try to match my rhythm.”
Sans sat still and carefully watched you rock back and forth on his cock. He slightly adjusted his hips, then he began to thrust back into you at the same pace as you. You let out a breathy moan and said, “Yeah, that’s it. You can thrust a little harder too…”
“thrust harder?” He asked worriedly, “i won’t hurt you?”
You shook your head, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “I appreciate you being so gentle with me, but I won’t break. I’ll tell you if you’re hurting me, okay?”
Sans nodded before he took your words to heart, watching your hips again. He then started thrusting up into you with extra force, and you started moaning, the force causing your breasts to slightly bounce. Sans blinked up at you before he grinned slightly and asked, “i take it i’m doing better?”
You cut him a look, “Don’t get cocky,” you purred back at him, “but yeah, that’s the spot.”
Sans’s eyes fell to your breasts and his eye lights stayed locked onto them. You didn’t mind him ogling them, but instead decided to tease him for being the boob man that he was. You raised a brow, and offered, “You wanna touch them again?”
Sans shot his gaze back up to your face and said, “i’m not fallin’ for your booby trap.”
“How is this a booby trap?” You asked as you moved Sans’s hands to your breasts for him, “I gave you permission to touch me, remember?” You added, “All of me…”
His hands went to work on your nipples as he tried to form a sentence, but his voice caught in his throat as he started panting again. You grabbed onto his ribs for support as you continued to ride him, giving him back the force he put into you. You could just barely hear the sounds of your flesh hitting against his bones over his noises and the music as he tried to say whatever he was trying to get out. His moans started to rise in volume again as he stuttered, “i— i can’t finish my joke—”
“I’m fucking you speechless?” You laughed, “That is so cute…”
“shuddup,” he said with a laugh, his hands moving to your ass. He squeezed a handful and said, “fuck, i can’t think straight… you feel so good…”
Sans started thrusting increasingly faster. At first you didn’t mind the change in pace, and you started to match him, but then he started going a bit too fast. Sans had lost himself in the pleasure, and his timing and angle had gone all wrong for you. You hated to kill his vibe, but you had to speak up, “Sans, slow down, you’re starting to jack rabbit.”
“wha—?”
“You’re going too fast, gremlin,” You cupped his cheek, “It’s not a race.”
“shit—” He panted as his head fell back into the pillow, “sorry…”
“It’s okay…” You ran your hands down his sternum, allowing your fingertips to ebb and tease him as you rode him. His breath became ragged as he started to slow his movements, watching your hips to steady himself. His clinging hands shifted back to your hips as he adjusted his thrusts in time with yours again.
“better?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, “Let me keep the lead, okay?”
“yes,” He moaned, “fuck me, please…”
His begging went straight to your core, and an intense wave of pleasure shot down through you. You tilted your head back as you allowed yourself to relish in Sans’s girth, and you started to wonder if you’d actually hit orgasm during your first time together.
His hands started to explore your body, not just on your intimate parts, but up your stomach and your sides. He stroked your thighs down to the knee, then back up again. He reached across your collarbone and gently brushed his fingers along your neck lovingly as he gazed up at you. Your heart swelled at his tender touches, the light grazes of his phalanges across your skin. They were so loving, so sweet, and so careful of him.
“I love you so much,” You panted in pleasurable exhaustion, “God, you’re so good to me.”
Sans laughed in between his moans as his hands fell back to your hips, “i love you, too, sweetheart.”
“Want to show me how much you love me?”
Sans blinked up at you and nodded, “yes, please.”
“Suck on my nipples.”
Something in his eye lights changed at your command. They dilated, his cheeks darkening with magic as he moved like he couldn’t fight it. He sat up and you shifted with him still inside you, once again maintaining your riding pace as you settled on top of him.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he dipped his head down and started planting skeleton kisses around your breasts. He worked his way down to your nipple before finally plopping it into his mouth. His magic tongue flicked back and forth over it, the stimulation adding to the intensity building in your core. Your head tilted back, your eyes meeting the ceiling as you moaned loudly.
Sans blinked in surprise, your nipple slipping from his mouth. His cheeks darkened even more. “i’ve never heard you like that before…”
You gave a breathy laugh as your gaze flicked over his form, overstimulated from the sensations rolling through your nipples and core. You wondered why you were moaning so loud as you cut eyes at him, still riding him through your conversation. You pressed your forehead against his as you said, “You’re hitting me in the right spots, gremlin.”
“fuck,” Sans moaned, his grip reaching around to your rear and tightening on it as he said, “i love it when you call me that.”
“You want me to keep calling you that?” You asked, and he nodded, “You’re my bad little gremlin, aren’t you?”
“yeah, i am…” Sans’s heart eyes stared up at you dreamily, “and you’re my beautiful witch…”
You smiled down at him, “I love it when you call me that…”
“yeah?”
“Yeah…” You shifted your hands to his collar bones before shoving him flat on his back again. Sans let out a whining gasp before you said, “It makes me feel powerful.”
You grabbed onto Sans’s wrists and slammed them down above his head on the pillows, pinning them in place. Pain shot through your broken hand, but it was worth it when Sans squirmed underneath you and cried out, “fuck!” Then you started bouncing on his cock, taking him harder. A little rougher. Sans started moaning even louder with whimpers trailing on the end.
“it’s— too much—” he said between gasps, “i’m gonna come—”
You stilled yourself, slowing down as you transitioned to merely riding him once again. You should have known going that rough his first time would be too intense.
His face glowed bright as you shifted positions and you went from sitting to lying on top of him. Since you were taller than him, he had to look up at you, and his hitching breaths were driving you closer to the edge.
Your nipples grazed against his ribs as you thrusted, sending extra pleasure through your body. Any composure Sans held to reign in his moans was out the window. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you pressed your forehead against his and said, “God, the noises I pull out of you…”
“am i being too loud?” he asked meekly before letting out another delectable moan.
“You’re perfect. You’re doing so good, gremlin,” you assured him before sealing a kiss. He mewled into your mouth, your tongues colliding again as you rode him.
He pulled back, letting out a whining cry before he asked, “can i hold you?”
“Yes,” you answered in a half cry of pleasure as you released his wrists, “But I should point out that you’re already balls deep inside me, so it’s cute you’d ask that…”
“c’mon, don’t tease me!” Sans whined as he wrapped his arms around you, and you drowned in the love permeating from him.
You grabbed onto your headboard to keep yourself propped up. He clung onto you as your intimate parts continued to intertwine, both of you on the brink of an orgasm. One hand went to the back of your head, the other clinging to the small of your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder and cried out as you continuously rode him. His cries turned into consistent whimpers as they progressively grew louder.
“You’re doing so good,” You praised him, “You’re such a good boy, gremlin.”
“i— i’m gonna—!”
Before Sans could even finish his sentence you felt him unload his magic cum inside of you. A tingling floodgate like ice unleashed with it, and the sensation startled you enough that you gasped, but not enough to keep you from stopping. Sans, however, stopped thrusting coherently as his orgasm hit, his timing off, but his desperately clingy hands caressing every inch of your body adorably. Despite the shocking sensation of his magic cum, you sat back upright cowgirl style to watch your boyfriend lose his mind.
“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck!” Sans kept repeating continuously as he came, and you found yourself giggling uncontrollably at it. You silently cooed at the way he threw his head back into his pillow, the way his hands tightly grasped your thigh and hip, the way he’d curl his toes and arch his knees.
“Get it all out for me, gremlin,” You used the pet name he liked so much as you gripped his ribs for support, “Otherwise, I’ll just have to keep riding you until you're empty.”
Sans’s laughter intertwined with his moans, but he was too lost in his orgasm to quip back at you. He locked eyes with you until he finally finished, his dick disappearing while still inside you. The sudden absence of his cock left you in an aching need of release, but you knew this was how it worked with him. Instead, you were both stalled in panting gasps as his magic dripped from your cunt.
Sans let out a huge sigh of relief as he panted underneath you, the sweat on his skull and his panting evident that he was completely wrecked. You stayed on his pelvis, hopeful his cock might spring forth again as you watched him come down from his orgasm.
“holy shit,” Sans cursed as he sweetly stroked your thighs with his thumbs, his eye lights looking you up and down. They were still heart shaped, but fuzzy from his orgasm.
“So…” You asked, “How was it?”
“i don’t think words can describe how fuckin’ amazin’ i feel right now,” he said, still trying to catch his breath, “how did you get so good at that?” he asked. You laughed as his face sank, “no, wait, don’t answer that…”
“I take it you liked it then?” You asked to change the subject.
“that was incredible…” he finally sighed and asked, “i came too fast, didn’t i?”
You chuckled and said, “Sans, it’s okay,” You leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “It was your first time. I’m not surprised at all.”
“but… i just wanted to last longer,” he said as he ran a hand over his face.
“You’ll last longer the more we do it.”
Sans’s eye lights turned to hazy stars, “we get to do it more?”
“Mm-hmm,” you stroked your hand along his rib cage, your fingers playing with his sensitive spots.
“i was worried you’d hate it and tell me we’d never have sex again…” Sans sighed, and you snorted a laugh.
“I had a great time,” You assured him. You were reluctant to recall Kenneth’s mention of how monster pussy was hard to resist, but you definitely saw where he was coming from. You couldn’t see yourself coming back from Sans’s cock. Besides that, you were in love with the short goober lying underneath you.
“me too…” he said.
“Don’t forget,” You reminded him, “you may have finished, but I’m still all hot and bothered. You’re not getting out of finishing me off that easily.”
“i wouldn’t dream of it,” Sans’s eye lights shifted from stars to hearts again as his hands moved to your breasts, his thumbs working your nipples once again as he offered, “i wanna eat you out.”
You blinked in surprise at his request, trying to maintain your dominant persona as you quipped, “It’s a little early for you to be making demands, isn’t it?”
“c’mon, witch… please?” Sans begged, and your clit throbbed at how needy he sounded, “i wanna make you feel good too.”
You smiled at him sweetly, “I’d love for you to eat me out.”
Sans grinned giddily as he lifted himself up on his elbows, “what do i do?”
“Shove off the pillows,” you ordered, and he obliged. You flopped down onto them in his place, crossing your legs sassily and said, “It’s my turn to be the receiver.”
“you tired?”
You nodded, “Topping is exhausting. I think I deserve a reward.”
“yeah, ya’ do,” Sans grinned at you.
“You wanna give it to me, don’t you, gremlin?”
Sans’s head tilted with adoration as he stared at you, “i really do.”
You smirked at him before uncrossing your legs. You opened them, spreading them further apart slowly to finally give him a good show of your lady bits. You wanted to give him a good presentation of it since he didn’t get to see it as well before.
“So,” you tried to begin casually, “this is my vagina.”
“wow,” Sans said, fully in observation mode. He crawled closer to you on his hands and knees. He leaned in, his face close enough you hoped it didn’t smell like sweat. After the sex you just had together, you undoubtedly did, and hoped he wouldn’t be too grossed out.
You looked down at yourself, blinking in surprise at the blue cream pie you had going on. “Sorry about all the blue cum, someone left that there recently,” You cracked a joke at it, and Sans snickered. You couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “Is that… okay to leave there?”
“uh…” Sans blinked, “it’s just my magic. your body should absorb it. guess it’s just… takin’ a while because it’s… a lot.”
“Okay…” You smiled at him, unable to keep yourself from teasing him, “Guess you had a lot stored up to unload in me, huh?”
“probably shoulda asked if i could come inside you, i’m sorry—”
“Sans,” You tried to reassure him, “It’s okay. I’m only messing with you,” You waved off his worries, “It’s not like you can get me pregnant.”
He still looked unsure, “you really didn’t mind?”
You shook your head, “It definitely felt different, but…” You smirked, “I kinda liked it. It was cold, and… different.”
“different than a human you mean?” He asked, and you nodded. He shrugged, “so long as you liked it, weirdo.”
“So…” You smiled, “Ready for the tour?”
He smiled, “yeah!”
You started pointing at various parts to give him a quick rundown of what to touch and not to touch, “So, this is the clit, and here’s the vulva. Use your tongue here the most, and I’ll have a great time. I’m already really close, so it probably won’t take much—”
“you’re close?” Sans looked up from your vagina with a raised brow and slight smirk.
You nodded, “Yeah, I almost came!” You smiled, but Sans looked dejected.
“man… i wish i’d lasted a little longer…”
“Hey,” You said, “I told you, it’s okay. I still had a great time, and it felt amazing, okay? You’ll build more stamina, and eventually, I might start coming before you.”
“you think so?”
You shrugged, “Guess we’ll just have to keep boning and see, huh?”
He gave you a slight chuckle. “you’ll be bone tired if we do that.”
You giggled before leaning in and giving him a kiss. You pulled back, keeping his face just in front of yours before you kept your voice sultry and asked, “Now, I believe you were about to eat me out?” His face flushed with magic and he nodded. You gave him another quick peck on the mouth before you asked, “Any questions?”
Sans shook his head. “i think i got the jist…” Sans whispered. “hope i do a good job.”
You pulled back from him and said in your normal register, “Just change up what you’re doing with your tongue. If you just follow what I said, you’ll do fine.”
You laid back into your pillows again, and spread yourself open for him. Sans started crawling over you, and your heart sank in your chest. You froze for a hot second until you backed into your pillows until you couldn’t press yourself into them any further. Your fight or flight response started to tingle in the back of your head. Your ever observant boyfriend took one look at you and asked, “what’s wrong?”
“Feeling suddenly yellow,” you confessed, “I think having you over me is freaking me out a little bit…”
“oh…” Sans looked disappointed, but he backed away from you instantly without question. You felt just as awful and a tad frustrated at yourself. Your clit was throbbing, but your PTSD couldn’t care less.
“I’m sorry,” You sighed, trying to think of an alternative. “We could try the vibrator? I could have you hold it while I fuck it or something?”
Sans thought carefully and glanced to the side of the bed. His eye sockets lit up and he asked, “hey, what if i sit on the floor, and you’re over me on the bed?”
You tilted your head. “Like when I gave you the BJ?”
“yeah. you’re still over me, but i can still try eating you out,” he paused, opened his mouth only to hesitate for a moment, but then added, “either that, or you can sit on my face.”
You started laughing hysterically, such a kinky idea coming out of left field catching you off guard. You shook your head and said, “Maybe let’s not try something so kinky our first time.”
“heh, okay,” Sans blushed, averting your eyes with a bashful shrug. “thought i’d shoot my shot.”
“Sans,” You gave him a curious look, “Are you interested in trying kinky stuff?”
Sans remained bashful, but he gave you a small smile, “maybe? i like the idea of you dominating me in different ways a lot… like, when you slammed my wrists down on the bed, and told me to suck your nipples, and… stuff…”
“Oh, yeah?” You bit your lip, recalling the moments yourself. You could see something changing in him in those moments. It was something that you wouldn’t mind exploring yourself. “I like the sound of it too. You make a cute little sub.”
Sans shifted, his cheeks bright with magic. Your clit throbbed in need of release again, and you ordered, “Get on your knees, gremlin.”
You could see the shift in Sans’s demeanor at your command, his eye lights large and bright, his body shuddering like your order flipped a switch in him. He slid off the bed and slowly got down on his knees and watched as you shifted to the edge of the bed. You hung your legs down, hooking them over his shoulders. You thought you’d experiment with this whole “dominating” thing, and you used your heel to hook the back of Sans’s head. His eye sockets widened, and with mild force, you pushed his head to your folds.
Sans yelped, but he immediately grasped your legs, hugging them for dear life. His eye lights shifted to hearts, and he opened his mouth as you spread your legs wide enough for him to get a good taste. He looked up at you, and after your eyes locked for a brief moment, Sans licked his magic tongue up your exposed pussy. The sensation had you flat on your back in shock as you gasped.
“you okay?” He asked.
“Holy shit, your magic is just so intense on my insides,” you finally told him, “Your dick was the same way, and coupled with the cold air, I’m just having a great time.” You laughed, which in turn had Sans chuckling that deep baritone.
Sans silently went back to work on your clit, your instructions taken into account. He used his tongue to swirl it around teasingly before flicking it across it. Then he’d do deep and soft licks across the vulva that had you pulsating in pleasure. Then he’d do the sensations all over again without stopping for air except the occasional puff from his nasal cavity.
Sans in turn gripped your thighs harder. His arms wrapped under your thighs and the feelings of his phalanges digging into your flesh was a familiar discomfort, yet somehow much more welcome than anything soft a human could provide you. Every inch of pressure from his joints reminded you that this was him, and you luxuriated in every sensation he brought.
Sans moaned into your pussy before taking another deep lick of your vulva, then he moved back to teasing your clit. You could feel the warmth pooling in your core, the build up of your orgasm nearing as Sans worked. You were so close, and you knew once he hit your clit with those hard tongue flicks again, it’d be over.
You were panting, close to the edge. Sans started going all in on your clit, his grip on your thighs tight as he held you in place and his tongue merciless. After continuous hard strokes, your orgasm hit, your back arched, and you started moaning loudly as you involuntarily squeezed Sans’s head between your thighs, your fingernails clawing at the back of his skull.
Sans ate you out through your orgasm, the sweetheart that he was, until your moans descended into nothing more than breathy whimpers. You realized you’d been squeezing his head, so you released him. Sans pulled back, wiping his face off with the back of his hand and grinning. He asked eagerly, “did i do good?”
“Come here,” You urged with your hands, giving him the validation that he deserved, “You did amazing, and you deserve all the snuggles,” Sans smiled giddily again as he crawled onto the bed and fell into your embrace, “Sorry I squeezed your head.”
“nah, i liked it.”
“You weirdo,” you chuckled, giving him a quick peck. You regretted it instantly, his mouth still covered in your slick, and you whined, “Your mouth is wet!”
“your hoo-ha is wet.” Sans pointed out, and you laughed.
“Wipe off your face, dude!”
“i tried!” He laughed, using his hands again. His bones were not the best conduit for absorbing liquid. You sat up and Sans let out a dejected whine as you crawled off the bed, “where are ya’ going?”
“I’m getting a rag. I’ll be back.” You said over your shoulder as you went into your en suite. You caught a glimpse of Sans watching you on your bed from your bathroom mirror. Seeing the two of you naked in the reflection caught you off guard. It was almost surreal that you’d finally done it. You paused, admiring his mirror image. The way he was propped up on his elbows and displayed on your bed with fuzzy hearts in his eyes. It made your heart thrum.
Sans stared back at you in the mirror before he asked, “you okay?”
You smiled and said, “Just enjoying the view.” He blushed, looking down at your comforter as he smiled.
You turned on the hot water and went back to the task at hand and opened the closet door, retrieving a washcloth. You went back to the sink, checking the temperature before dipping the rag in and soaking it. You wrung it out, shut off the water, then made your way back to the bed. You crawled next to him, using it to wipe off his mouth.
“it’s warm.” He said as he reached over and placed his hand on your hip, his thumb stroking you gently.
“Mm-hmm.” You hummed, finishing the cleanup on his face before moving down to his pelvis. You started wiping down his bones and Sans let out a shaky breath.
“hey,” he whined under his breath, “you tryin’ to rile me up again?”
“Just doing some aftercare clean up,” You said, “Your cum is all over your pelvis.”
“oh,” He blushed again, “sorry…”
“It’s okay,” You said as you pulled back the rag, “And, there! Crisp and clean.”
“thanks,” Sans grinned, “that felt really nice…”
“Of course, gremlin.”
“can i have kisses now?”
“Let’s give it a test run,” You said before you leaned down and planted another kiss on his mouth. You found it pleasantly more dry, so you told him, “Much better, but we both need a shower in the morning.”
“as long as i get kisses now, i don’t care,” he said as he snuggled into you. You relented on returning the washcloth to the en suite and haphazardly tossed it onto the floor. You laid down next to him and he stayed against you silently. After a pause he said, “i liked the way you pushed my head too, by the way…”
“When you were eating me out?” You asked and he nodded, “I wanted to try since you like being dominated.”
The two of you laid in silence, his embrace wonderful, but the apartment air cold. You said, “Hey, let’s get under the blanket. We can still have naked snuggles, but I’m cold.”
“sorry,” Sans apologized, “i forget you get cold sometimes.”
You both shifted towards the pillows, pulling back the comforter and crawling underneath it. You decided to ignore the monster and human cum on everything else for the night to deal with it in the morning. Maybe you could dirty up the bed a little more before dragging Sans to the shower with you. You snuggled up together again, Sans on you like the koala bear he was.
After about five minutes, you decided you should probably get up and blow out the candles and get ready for bed. You assumed the two of you would talk until you drifted off to sleep. You sat up, just barely throwing the blanket off when Sans asked, “where ya’ goin’?”
“I'm gonna blow out all the candles and shut off the music.”
“okay…” Sans nodded, “you could do that, or…”
You raised a brow, “Or…?”
Sans grinned at you cheekily. “we could do it again?”
The corner of your mouth slowly quirked up into a grin. Sans mirrored it, his brow bones waggling in an attempt to make you laugh, which inevitably worked. You fell back into the bed, rolling on top of him, your mouth locking with his as you fell into a deep kiss. Your hands cupped his cheeks as his hands tangled into your hair.