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You’re still a giggling, hysterical mess when the two of you finally cross the threshold from the garage to the kitchen. Sans has his hands all over you, has had them grazing along your curves and squeezing your ass ever since you got out of the Jeep. He’s grinning widely against your ear, chuckling lowly as he manages to kick the door shut behind him.
“I still can’t believe you just, you said that-“ it’s hard to catch your breath. Sans nibbles along your ear as you yank off your hat, making your hair an absolute mess, “-His face turned so red!”
“was just answering the man’s question,” Sans lets his left eye flare blue, the color crackling brightly in the dark. You nearly run into the dinner table, but Sans is keeping your close. The overhead light flicks on as the switched gets flipped by his magic.
It was almost too much. Your gut hurt from laughing so hard, and you were enamored by this ridiculous skeleton to bits.
The drive home had been quiet with lingering touches and gentle caresses; nothing too risky to distract you from driving, but just enough to keep the tension lingering in the air. You made it back rather quickly to the checkpoint and low and behold, Jameson was there to welcome the two of you back into Ebott.
The man had strolled back up to your vehicle, but for some reason this time decided to knock against Sans’ side. You frowned, immediately feeling a fierce need to keep him away from Sans, but your skeleton simply gave your thigh a squeeze while lowering his window.
Sans made a point to keep his hand firmly grasped where it was.
Jameson looked the two of you over, and his eyes stumbled awkwardly over where Sans’ hand lay. He huffed, narrowing his eyes as he spoke through layers of disapproval, “So. How was your ‘date drive’? Anything to report?”
“it was great. my lady is the best. pretty sure i’m getting laid when we get home, so that’s fun.”
You could only gawk as Jameson’s face erupted into the brightest, reddest hue that left you barking out a terrible, ugly cackle. The man was stunned, appalled, any combination of the words…you honestly think his brain is just struggling to process what the skeleton had said.
Sans gave the man an exaggerated wink, “need anything else? or you cool for us to drive through? ‘cause gotta say the ‘ol gym shorts aren’t gonna cut it soon and, you know me, wouldn’t want to cause a scene-“
“Go! Just go,” Jameson waves a hand, clearly embarrassed and a touch angry. You give the man a wave of your own through your stifled giggles in an attempt to save him from further agony, but whatever.
You drove home just replaying the image of a scandalized Jameson over and over in your head, and for whatever reason it was hitting your funny bone just right…UGH INTERNAL PUNS!
Feeling rather light headed, you whine a little at how Sans is trying to manhandle you out of your coat. The kitchen table ends up hitting the back of your thighs, and it screeches against the floor with how roughly Sans is pushing up against you. Gathering yourself enough to catch his hands, your voice exhales hotly, “Wait wait, I had a whole thing planned!”
You can feel the way his skull vibrates with his curious hum with how he’s nuzzling into your neck. One of his hands is latched onto your coat zipper while the other had been tugging down your sweatpants.
With trembling hands, you lean back on the dining table so you can pull away from him, but you overestimate your ability to balance with your skeleton boyfriend quite insistently planting his body between your legs. And so of course, you fall flat on your back with a yelp.
Sans purrs lowly, letting his eye sockets fall halfway closed as he looks at you splayed on the table. His smirk widens, and he pulls your thighs up and drags your body towards him, hooking your legs around his waist, “dunno, i’m pretty happy with how things are goin’.”
You know you’re not at risk from falling off, but you can’t help the mild surge of panic. Your legs reflexively tighten around Sans, feeling your bottom right at the edge of the table. A blush blooms on your cheeks, making him croon.
“c’mon babe,” he lets one of his boney hands drag along your thigh to your waist, tugging at the seam of your sweats from under your coat, “you bought us dinner. lemme have some dessert.”
“Sans-“ you bite your bottom lip, and Sans leans over you to let his jaw crack open, his blue tongue glowing vehemently trailing out between his teeth. He quirks a bone brow at you and tugs on your sweats, again, and the implication makes you throw your previous plans out the fucking window because yes, yes it’s been so long since you’ve had his tongue in you-
You hate how smug his skull looks when he sees the moment you give in, and he carefully lowers your legs from around his waist so he can yank your sweatpants off fully. The back and forth of rough and gentle handling is only making you more frazzled, because Sans acts like your weight means nothing.
Naturally you lift your butt up as much as your able to help, but being so close to the edge makes you struggle for any sort of leverage. You hear your boots get tossed off to the side with two heavy thunks, and suddenly you realize how sweaty you are in this damn coat. With trembling hands you find the zipper and yank it down, but the real issue is you need to be sitting upright to get the offensive thing off anyway.
Grumbling, you finally use your hands and push yourself up to sit on the edge of the table, your legs dangling freely, so you can finally get your arms out of the sleeves. Damn skeleton being so impatient, bleh, you push your hair from your face with a sigh, and raise your gaze to find Sans staring at you with wide, greedy pupils.
Oh yeah. You forgot you were wearing his hoodie.
Your lips twitch in a coy smile. Sans is still situated between your legs, but his gaze it transfixed at the sight of you. The zipper is pulled down just enough that it reveals a good amount of cleavage, and with a sigh you lean back on your hands to give him a better look at you.
It’s certainly not the first time he’s seen you wearing his hoodie, but you know what it does to him. Tickles that possessive, territorial bit of his bones that you find so incredibly attractive. You don’t know if that’s healthy or not.
“This was supposed to be part of my surprise,” you tease, and his pupils finally snap to full awareness. He blinks once, then his hands are back on you like iron bands.
Sans is once again invading your space, letting the bridge of his nasal cavity drag along the side of your face as he finds his favorite spot on your neck. One of his hands is squeezing your breast through his hoodie while the other is dragging one of your thighs back up around his waist. His voice is thick with want, “spoiling me,” he grumbles, making you laugh lightly.
“I love spoiling you,” you murmur, and he huffs against your neck. The shift in the air is tangible; the more you end up using your magic, the easier you’re finding it to detect it before it even happens. Well…maybe it’s because it’s San’s magic, and you know what his feels like instinctually, now.
He’s ended up making lips, because you can feel the way they brush and press against the shell of your ear and the sensitive skin behind it, making you sigh lightly. It’s not exactly cold, it’s not hot – but the sensation of his magic is tingling and addictive, and so uniquely Sans. The bulge in his pants is rubbing up against your lady bits, with the pressure against your clit a welcome burst of pleasure as he grinds into you.
One of your hands is firmly placed on the table to help with your balance, seeing as how both of your legs have wound their way back around Sans’ pelvis. Your other hand is clinging to Sans’ shoulder, your soft pants fanning out against his collarbone. Since he’s still wearing his clothes, his ecto-body magic is still in full effect, so you have pretty good purchase for now.
It leaves you rather splayed open for him though, and he rumbles lowly into your ear, “can smell you from here, babe. driving me crazy, has been the entire way home…can i taste you?”
As if he needs to ask.
“Yes,” you mouth against his skull, down towards his cervical vertebrae. Sans shiftily snakes one of his hands down to cup the tender flesh between your legs, making you gasp. His jumbled palm rubs a hard, slow circle against your mound, making your eyelashes flutter and your thighs tremble.
“lean back for me, beautiful.”
You nod, finally letting go of his shoulder so you can carefully let yourself lay back on the table again. However as you’re laying back, Sans reaches out to grab at the zipper of the hoodie between his boney fingers. The zipper naturally pulls down with you, revealing the black see-through lacey bra you decided to wear tonight. Sans’ pupils grow hot, loving how your breasts are framed in the delicate material. Your panties were a matching set, and now that you’re laying back fully again, Sans takes all of you in with a deep groan.
“fuck. lookit you, not wearing anything underneath my hoodie. naughty,” he leers, making you grin impishly.
“I am too,” you pout, letting your hands run along your breasts and dragging the lace delicately over the perky mounds to prove your point. Your nipples are hard and tenting the fabric, and Sans can feel his teeth itch at the sight of them.
Deftly, he pushes the pad of his index finger against your panties to feel how wet you are. Sans’ left eye swirls a bright yellow, before bleeding back into the cyan-blue flame, “your lace ain’t doin’ much for how wet you are, babe. they’re soaked.”
You gasp at having the material graze and rub against your sensitive flesh, and Sans makes quick work at dragging the ruined garment down your pale legs. It takes him a little bit of effort, because he has to unhook your legs around him again, only this time once the panties are off he presses his hands under your knees to keep your legs open to his hungry gaze.
Your face is burning, but your legs are trembling eagerly. Heat is pooling low in your belly as you squirm under his hungry expression, and you whisper softly, “Sans, please-“
“shhh,” he flicks his eyes up to yours briefly, “just lookin’ at how pretty you are. so soft and pink. thinkin’ about how much i love bein’ inside you, and how lucky i am to get to fuck you.”
God, he’s certainly gotten bolder in the ‘dirty talk’ department, and it undoes you every time. His low baritone doesn’t help matters, especially since he always takes on a possessive lilt.
Suddenly there’s the sound of one of the dining chairs scraping across the floor, making you jolt against the table in alarm. Sans holds you steady while he uses his magic to pulls the chair up behind him, and the fucker grins at you fiendishly as he takes a seat, and nudges himself forward so he can heft your knees up on his shoulders. And that’s, ha, your hips arch up at his persistent maneuvering-
He’s eye level with your pussy, and with another quick snap of magic, you find your hands yanked up above you with an invisible force and pinned down above your head. You’re speechless, trying to keep up with all that’s happening, while Sans lets his hands soothingly trail up and down your thigh with a soft pat.
Weakly, you try pulling your arms back down, but there are two very bright blue bands of magic that have fixed your hands to the table. Your chest starts heaving as sweat trickles from your forehead, and Sans’ voice makes you look back down at him nervously. The coil in your belly tightens, and Sans chuckles at how your legs quiver along the back of his shoulders, pulling him closer to where you want him most.
Huh. You didn’t know that…bondage? Was a thing for you. Well, for right now, it’s fucking working. Your blush goes all the way down your chest, and Sans eye sockets squint with how wide his smile gets.
“only i wanna be doin’ the touchin’ right now,” he nips at your inner thigh softly, making your skin break out into goosebumps, “lemme look at you, wearin’ nothin’ but my hoodie and that lacey number. fuck. you’re gorgeous like this, open and waiting for me…” He inhales deeply, taking in your scent with a low, content purr. You lick our lips as he lowers his pupils back to your pussy, and his long-tapered tongue lolls out between his teeth. Just before his tongue touches the soft outer folds, Sans pauses, seeming to consider something.
You’re going to end up insane with how much he’s fucking teasing you, and he’s barely done anything yet!
“Please, Sans-“
“mmm, i love it when you beg for me~”
“Shut up! Come on, I want you -“
“yeah babe, i want you too. so fuckin’ much. but first i need you to listen. you focused? you hear me?”
You strain to pick your head up off the table to find his eyes, the sudden way his voice grew serious making you break through your haze. Biting your bottom lip, which Sans watches heatedly, you nod a little. Your hair is sticking every which way, and Sans lets fondness creep into his expression as he says, “realize we should probably have a …what do they call it? safe word?”
Ah. Something warm and soft rolls through you, and Sans must feel it because he gets that soft blue tone to the tops of his cheek bones which you adore. He’s always thinking of you, wanting to take care and make sure you’re okay. Taking a few calming breaths to think, you finally reply, “Can we, uh, do the light system? Do you know what that is?”
Sans tilts his skull against your thigh as he thinks, and he pinches your butt which makes you yelp. He winks, “green means go, yellow means pause, red means stop?” he guesses.
“You’re so smart, fuck-“ you moan maybe with a little too much enthusiasm, making Sans full on belly laugh. You grin at the sound. You love it when he laughs, and during times of intimacy it’s almost extra special because it means he’s enjoying this, he’s enjoying being with you.
And suddenly the tender, wholesome moment of love is shattered because he drags his ecto-tongue up along your wet folds without further warning, making you gasp.
Fuck, you love his tongue. Sans is attentive and purposeful, burrowing his skull firmly between your legs as he laps slow, long licks between your slit up to your clit. The chair creaks as he leans forward, teasing your entrance with small little dips and pokes, never fully breaching though you’re absolutely dripping by now. Your body writhes against the table as much as it can, while your breathy moans take up chorus between the wet, moist sounds of Sans’ tongue stroke your folds leisurely.
He keeps the same pressure, and the same pace, seeming determined to drive you absolutely mad.
“Please -“ you whimper, feebly trying to buck your hips up against his tongue for more friction, more something, but his grip on your hips keeps you solidly in place. Sans flicks his pupils up at you, and you blush at how damning his blue, firey orb flashes at you from between your legs.
“so needy,” he murmurs, and you swear your entire body trembles at the feeling of his teeth vibrating against your labia. You try to wriggle your way further down the table and Sans tsks at you, “shh, babe. tryin’ to enjoy my sweets here. gotta be patient.”
“Fuck-“ you hiss, and he chuckles, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit playfully. With how swollen the little nub has gotten, it makes you twitch with a whine. It’s dawning on you rather quickly that you’re at Sans’ mercy right now, and on his timetable – the thought makes you flush hotly.
“so wet for me…” he sighs wistfully, then lets one of his hands slide between your legs to part your labia to fully expose your entrance, making you gasp at the cool rush of air. He gives your hole a soft, affectionate lick, like how he kisses you when you come home from work. It’s making you helplessly shake in his arms. Although Sans is poised relaxed and seems to be enjoying taking his time, you can feel the tense shift in your connection as his need starts to creep towards intense, fiery desire.
Finally, finally, Sans swirls his tongue against your opening, and wriggles his way inside. Tears fall from your eyes as you feel the aching, empty feeling between your legs filled, and you mewl at his ministrations.
In, out, in, out-
“Fuck, yes, Sans don’t stop-“ you widen your legs as much as you’re able without them falling off of his shoulders, and your boyfriend curls that tongue inside at just the right angle that it makes your walls clutch around him fiercely. A wave of pride surges through his SOUL and into you, and Sans growls lowly at the burst of wetness that he wrings out of you.
“that’s it,” he purrs throatily, and you think it’s unfair that he can seamlessly talk while also eating you out like it takes him practically little effort at all, “give me what i want, babe, you taste so fuckin’ good.”
Your head thunks loudly against the table as your head thrashes back. Sans continues to fondle that spot inside you with his tongue, and you feel that blessed coil within you finally start to spiral and crawl its way up. It feels like it's been dragged back and forth all evening, but now it decidedly spikes. Pleasure is hot and searing as it builds through your core, making your blood feel like it’s boiling under your skin.
Sans must sense it too with how your walls keep clenching around his tongue, and he swirls and undulates it inside you just how you like it, your moans and cries accented by the wet, squelching sounds of his tongue eating at you and licking you open.
“Sans, I can’t- I need-!” you whine, desperate, your hands still pinned above you as you try to reach for your clit. You need something more, and Sans narrows his eye sockets at you thoughtfully as he thrusts his tongue in harshly, making you shout in bliss.
Giving your hip a bruising squeeze, Sans drags his tongue out of your folds to caress your clit, and your lower half of your body bucks up towards him with a near-violent twitch. He croons at you, “come for me, babe. i want you to come on my tongue. let me taste you-“ his voice is sinfully low, and his thumb rubs just along the outside of your clit, never giving it full on pressure as he dives his tongue back into your folds. The sound you make is guttural, feeling like you almost got the wind knocked out of you from the rush of sensations.
His tongue ripples and curls in tandem with his thumb now finally, FINALLY circling and rubbing your clit in earnest, and it feels like you’re melting from the inside out-
But it’s there, it’s right there, and you’re wailing with how rapidly your release crashed into you. Your walls spasm and clutch on his tongue while your body trembles with your orgasm, rocking against his teeth as best you can to chase the euphoria consuming you. Sans strokes your thighs tenderly while he continues to lap at your juices, groaning himself at the musk penetrating thickly in the air. He nips at your soft, tender flesh, and the sharp stimulation makes your body quake in his hold as you whine.
He's relentless; with single-minded focus, Sans is making sure to lap up every last drop of your orgasm. It’s almost too much, with how he keeps spearing his tongue into you now that your relaxed and open, “Babe, I- haaa, I can’t,-- red-“
Instantly his tongue slithers out from your opening, drenched in your fluids. You flush darkly, watching through heavy eyelids as Sans licks his tongue across his teeth reverently. Giving a long, satisfied sigh, Sans leans back in the chair while holding your legs on his shoulders, refusing to let them fall. You’re still trying to catch your breath, and his pupils finally flicker back to normal as he nuzzles against one of your calves.
The blue, glowing bands above your head vanish, and your arms instantly feel lighter. Sans’ gravity magic fizzles out, making you slowly flex your hands as you bring them back down to your sides. Sans is watching you casually, amusement and possessiveness a warring back and forth sensation that leaves your head and heart spinning.
Still.
You narrow your eyes at him, “I can’t believe you just, pulled up a fucking chair while giving me head-“
“what? i thought it was polite to sit at the table while you eat,” he teases, and you huff out a laugh while you cover your face with your hands.
“Oh my God,” it registers fully now where you’re laying, where you just orgasmed, “Paps is gonna be livid!”
“naaah. i’ll make sure to clean it up before he gets home,” Sans winks at you, and you peek at him from between your fingers with an unamused frown.
“So what you’re saying is I’ll be cleaning it up before he gets home.”
Sans clutches a hand to his chest, letting one of your legs fall from his shoulder as he dramatically whimpers, “ye of little faith! i’m a good boyfriend and always clean up my messes!”
You roll your eyes at that and nibble your lower lip softly as you lower your hands. Sans smirks, pressing his teeth back into a gentle graze along your thigh he’s still holding up.
“Sans,” you say softly, and the change in your tone makes him zero in on your face. It takes you a bit of effort, because your back is not a fan of how long you were laying on the unyielding table top, holy shit- but you manage to sit yourself up and place both your feet on either side of Sans’ legs where he’s sitting.
The skeleton lowers his eye sockets as his pupils gaze over you; you’re still wearing his hoodie, even though it’s opened up and hanging loosely at the sides. A need, an ache, still lingers in you, and you know it will only subside if you have him inside you.
Reaching out, you tug at his own hoodie gently, and Sans ends up letting his skull fall forward to nuzzle against your chest and right into your cleavage, making you snort. But it feels like it’s been ages since you’ve been able to touch him, so your hands carefully stroke along his skull as he wraps his arms around your middle, settling into the space between your legs.
“hope that was…ok,” he mumbles into your boobs, and you smile. Always worrying.
“I think I was fairly vocal about how ‘okay’ that was,” you press a kiss to the top of his skull, and Sans magic buzzes pleasantly along his bones and into you. Your fingers trail down to cup the back of his skull, then even further down scrape along his atlas and axis, making him shudder faintly.
“But,” you whisper, and Sans tilts his head up enough that you can see his eyes from atop your tits, using them as a pillow. You internally roll your eyes at him but smirk softly, “You said something about fucking me into the mattress?”
Sans’ pupils widen, and you laugh as he pulls your body fully off the table and into his lap. Your forehead touches his as you balance atop his femurs, and it’s incredibly difficult given that the dining chair doesn’t provide much leverage for you. Sans drags his phalanges down your sides, nuzzling against your nose with his vacant one, “i did say that, didn’t i?”
“Mmhm,” you press your lips to his teeth, and you kiss, and kiss, until finally you hook your arms around his shoulders and he takes the hint. Soft blue, and then you feel his humanoid shaped tongue lick into your mouth.
You loved kissing Sans because he was attentive in it, not mindlessly trying to fuck your tonsils or anything like that. He would curl his tongue with yours, brush it along the sensitive skin inside. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you press yourself firmly along his body to feel all of him as you groan into the next kiss. You had taken pride in the beginning at how you had been the one to teach him all these little tricks, but the fact that he uses them on you makes your thighs and core clench deliciously all over again.
Sans cups your hip, gently urging you forward so you can brush along the glowing bulge in his shorts. He hisses into the next pull of your lips, and you smirk as you lick along his teeth. The tip of your tongue drags along one of his canines, making Sans growl hungrily. Suckling his tongue, you catch him off guard, as that’s not something he can reciprocate as easily to you. You wink, swiveling your hips in tiny circles up against his cock, and your skeleton’s bones start rattling under you. If you’re honest it’s more for you than for him, because now that your sensitivity had wound down, you get delightful little bursts of pleasure from grinding your folds against him.
Although you’re making a mess of his shorts with how wet you’re getting. Sans finally tears his mouth from you, his left eye trembling in his socket as he flexes his grip on your hips.
“hold on,” he barely gives you a moment to hold on to anything, and he blips the two of you from the kitchen to your bedroom without a second to waste. You end up giving a soft squeak; Sans ends up flat on the bed, and you have to catch yourself from faceplanting right on top of him. Not that you’d mind, but…well, his bones are hard and that would’ve been unpleasant from the suddenness of it all.
But from this angle, your breasts are practically dangling over his face, and Sans is a simple man. He hums, and reaches up to cup both mounds of plush, soft flesh in each hand. Your eye lashes flutter as he finds your nipples easily through the lacey material, giving them pulls and pinches.
“Fuck, missed you touching me,” you sigh, and Sans starts a gentle massage on the left breast while he snakes his arm under the hoodie towards your back, making quick work of the fastener’s of the bra. You giggle softly, “You’re getting pretty good at that.”
“practice makes perfect,” he tugs at the bra, and it barely slides off since you’re still wearing Sans’ hoodie. He pouts adorably, and you snicker as you push yourself up to sitting in his lap. Sans watches eagerly as you make quick work of sliding the hoodie off your arms and shoulders, then the bra follows not long after. You’re just about to toss his hoodie from the bed when he grabs your wrist, then breathes, “put it back on for me?”
Shaking your head, you give him a little swivel of your hips right against the bulge the core of his pelvis and it makes his pupils pixelate out in his skull for a few seconds.
“Zipped or unzipped?” you ask lightly, and Sans’ pupils stir back to life as he watches you slide your arms back into the sleeves.
“unzipped,” without much warning, he grabs your hips and rolls the two of you. You end up underneath him, and you grin as the way his pupils barely stray from your breasts.
He’s cute. No...he's handsome. He's yours.
“Off,” you say breathily, gently tugging at his own clothes. Sans huffs, but obliges you, yanking off his hoodie and his t-shirt, then makes quick work of his shorts. Sans doesn’t bother with boxers half the time, and it seems like today was a ‘free’ day as his cock bounces up from the band of his shorts. You feel a tingle shoot through your core in want. Fuck, you want him in you, so badly.
While Sans finishes getting his clothes off, you call out gently, “Hey Google, turn on the bedroom lights.”
And with a soft chime, the LED lights you had finally gotten strung up along the room light up in a soft neon blue glow, catching Sans off guard. His eyes land back on you, and he breathes in sharply with how your entire body is bathed in blue, and he’s enraptured. You grin at him, and he crawls over you with slow, calculated movements.
“can’t decide what i want,” he mumbles, and your eyes track back up to his face in amusement. When he’s finally bare boned and back to hovering over you, you curiously widen your legs for him and he whines, “wanna see you, but also…”
His hands rake over your hips, squeezing the flesh there and giving it a little nudge, like he wants to roll you onto your belly. You smirk up at him, “Poor Sansy. So many decisions~” you tease, and he glares at you.
“Well, whatever you want, I’m game,” you tell him, and Sans lets his fingers wander back between your folds to give you a little rub, and you sigh at the feeling of one of his phalanges sliding into you.
“still so wet for me,” he marvels, and you flush prettily for him. He curls his finger up, and you moan softly, “so hot, so sexy….all mine,” he rumbles.
“Yes,” you tell him, rocking your hips up to meet his touches. You lay out before him, letting his orbs drink you in, panting lightly between your swollen lips, “Yours, always yours. Want you, babe. Been wanting you in me all night-“
Another finger slides in with the first, and the stretch makes you mewl and shiver in anticipation. Sans’ left eye socket is glowing beautifully, and it blends in with the blue lights much like you had hoped it would. The ambience the lights add makes everything feel like it’s Sans, and it makes your body shudder.
Something finally breaks within Sans as he’s fingering you, and Sans groans as he takes his fingers out carefully. You whine about the loss, but Sans is tugging on your hips, “c’mon, up for me. hands and knees.”
Giving him a sly smile, you dutifully do as he asks and get yourself turned around for him. This position only serves to give you a brief flashback of the last time he took you from behind, and you lick your lips as you give your hips a careful wiggle for him. Sans’ hands are back to your hips, and he brushes his hands along the curves of your bottom tenderly.
You widen your legs to make sure he has space, and you can feel Sans’ cock brush along your folds as he leans over to press his teeth softly to your back. The hoodie smells like him, and he gives the small of your back a bite because he can’t help it, this way, he smells you through his scent, and it makes his teeth want to sink into you-
“Sans,” you murmur, and he shushes you by giving your left ass cheek a squeeze.
Due to him working you open so effectively earlier on the table, when he pushes his cock into you it it’s smooth and snug with little resistance. You let out a soft moan while Sans groans lowly, rubbing your hips soothingly. This angle lets him go deep, and his cock is filling you out beautifully. Sans loves watching the way he gets to pull it in and out of your body, “fuck, look at you…taking me in so well. so tight,” he rocks, relishing in the feeling of finally being inside you.
“Love your dick in me,” you rasp, and though he’s heard it so many times by now, it still sends that spark of heat through him and he growls low in response, letting the next thrust be just a touch harder. Your walls cling to him then, and he grins widely.
“yeah,” he murmurs, then lets one of his hands graze up along your back to your shoulder, adding pressure to give you a hint at what he wants. You fumble only a little, grabbing a nearby pillow to tuck in your arms as you lower your torso and bury your face into the pillow, “there, perfect, just like that-“
Sans hands are suddenly like vices around your hips, and he starts slamming into you with long, measured thrusts of his hips. The sound of bone against flesh is tantalizing, and you fill the air with cries of pleasure. Sans feels that familiar feeling curl in him, that sense of want and take and mine, and this time instead of fighting it, he just…lets himself fall.
“that’s it,” he keeps one hand firmly locked on your hip to keep your ass up, while the other pushes the hoodie up to bunch at your shoulders so he can see your skin. His cock throbs inside you, and you cry out as he grinds his hips into yours.
“Sans, fuck, please touch me-“
“think i am touching you,” he loves it when you beg, when you get that desperate edge to your husky timber. Sans pulls out slowly, then roughly slams himself back in to the hilt. He can feel your legs shake in an effort to keep your hips up, and he lazily lets that hand gripping your hip wander down and around, between your legs, “or you mean here?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, and he almost wants to tease you more, wants to make you beg for specific things, but Sans finds himself giving you what you want. He reaches your clit, makes his little buffer, and he rocks his hips steadily into you while giving your nub firm, measured circles, "Ohhh, fuck, babe-"
And he loves this; he can feel the moment you start to get close to orgasm, how your walls cling and clutch against his cock. Each stroke on your clit makes your voice get that much higher, that much more airy, and he snaps his hips in quick, rapid movements and – yes, there, you break-
“there you go,” he purrs, your high pitched cries of ecstasy his favorite background noise while he gets to have you squeeze his cock, try to milk him to burst – but he doesn’t fall with you, not yet. He doesn’t stop to let you catch your breath either, he fucks you through your orgasm, and your body is slick with sweat and is hot, so hot-
“mine,” he mutters, getting lost in his haze. He can tell your body is struggling to stay upright for him, and he croons lowly at you. Suddenly he reaches both hands underneath your body and leans over your back, using his weight to roll the two of you to your sides, never once letting his cock slip from your wet, delicious heat.
“Yours,” you echo weakly, and it makes Sans nearly buckle when you do this; you let him get primal, let him sink into the dark abyss that he’s not proud of. He grabs your thigh and lifts, pulling it back to rest over his hip as he thrusts shallowly into you.
This way, Sans is able to burrow his face into your neck, and he gets lost in your scent. The hoodie is still marginally in the way, but he nudges it enough to give him space – it’s baggy enough that it doesn’t take much effort to move.
“touch yourself for me,” he huffs into your ear, and your body trembles at how close he is. Sans' ribs are pressing into your back, the sensations muffled due to the hoodie, but it does nothing to stop your SOUL from clawing at his. You hesitate, and Sans nips at your ear, making you flinch.
“c’mon babe,” he licks at you, his cock still working in and out of you, and he can feel his own release getting close. He groans throatily, “want you to come for me one more time before i fill you up. you want that, right? you want me-“
“Yes!” you gasp, flailing one hand back to scramble at Sans’ …anything, and end up grabbing his radius. Sans snarls at you, making your breath catch, and you keen, “Want you, please, please-“
“then do it,” he pulls your leg up higher, making more room for himself as he nibbles at your neck.
“O-okay,” your other hand is weak and flimsy, but Sans watches from over your shoulder as you rub at your clit in wild, uncontrolled movements. It’s still so tender from before, and Sans can hear the way your voice hitches, “Ha, it, it’s too much-“
“mmm,” he purrs; your pussy is getting tight again. Sans feels the way it flutters, wants to drag him in, “can you feel that? so good for me, giving me what i want-“ he adds just a touch of a harsher snap to his hips, his cock buzzing hotly in your folds, “’m close, babe-“
“Please-“
“you know what you have to do," he rasps, losing his voice to his own ragged pants, and he feels your walls spasm tightly around his dick in response.
You babble incoherently, and Sans smirks against your neck, finally letting his mouth open to scratch his canines against the soft, vulnerable flesh there. You’re close, he can smell it, and he decides to give you the final push you need while also falling into his darker desires. Sans bites down, hard, piercing your flesh and blood spilling into his mouth with your third orgasm finally taking hold of you with a scream. And just like he likes it, your clutching heat that comes over his cock is enough for him to crest over his own peak, and he moans into the bite as he fills you with his come.
His hips rock into you gently, mindful of how sensitive you are. The smell of sea salt is carried by the soft petals of orchid, and Sans breathes deep as his jaw locks tighter into your neck. His eye sockets close, and Sans lets himself bask in the afterglow. You’re panting, trembling in his arms, and Sans flicks out his tongue to catch up more of the blood that trickles from the wound.
Finally, he unlatches his jaw and pulls back. Blood pours freely at the exposed marks, and Sans does his best to ignore the flare of guilt. He nudges your head forward so he can lick up the blood, not wanting to get it all over your bedding. Predictably, because he knows that you can feel it, you make soft sounds of comfort at him.
“sorry,” he can’t help but say, and you grumble at him.
“Stop it,” you say, voice hoarse and raspy from all the noise you made. You’re forever grateful that Paps was out of the house, because there’s no way he wouldn’t have not heard the two of you. It's not that you and Sans don't fuck when Paps is home, but it's nice to not be paranoid about how...loud, you sometimes get. Or Sans, for that matter. You’re embarrassed from the scream you let out, but right now you don’t want Sans to fall into any kind of sense of regret, “You needed it. I could feel it, too, lovely. I don’t want you to have to hide that from me. 'Sides, it’s fucking hot.”
Sans brushes your hair to the side, looking on at how the bite marks are dark and sharp in the low, blue lighting of the room. He blushes, thankful that you can’t see it, and helps move your leg up and off from his pelvic bone. You sigh in relief, feeling all sorts of aches and pains that burn in the best way.
And he loves this the most – when he gets to hold you after. He thinks he loves it more than sex, but it’s a hard toss up. You’re so pliant, and glowing in your satisfaction – he can feel how much your SOUL is tumbling and thrumming with his own, and it fills him with such unwarranted love and affection that he can only press toothy kisses into your bite mark. You wince, but let him, and he can’t once again believe how lucky he is to have you.
“Still wanna share SOULs,” you whisper, and Sans hums softly in response. He did too. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he cuddles you close. Your butt is snug up against his pelvis, and Sans rubs his fingers across your tummy.
“close your eyes,” he whispers back, brushing his teeth against the nape of your neck. You do so, and with how much you’ve been practicing your magic, it’s like breathing; you can feel your SOUL pull free from your chest, swirling hot and bright. This time, Sans let’s his SOUL come out slowly, and though your eyes are closed and you can’t see you recognize it easily.
And with both of you adding your magic to the mix, Sans helps guide you through the process, and soon enough your SOULS touch together in the gentlest of caresses; you’re tumbling down, down, down, burning brightly in his love and aura, until the two of you are lost in the other’s memories.