Would That Make You Happy?

Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets.

After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning.

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102. Be Here With Me

You're supposed to be reading. You have your book open in your right hand, propped up against the pillow, but you can't stop looking at your left. Flattening your hand and splaying your fingers, you wiggle your ring finger just enough so that the gemstones catch the light from the bedside lamp. Smiling, you let out a pleased sound as Sans nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

"it's not gonna go anywhere if you stop looking at it," he murmurs, sounding pleased with himself despite his words. "you've been on that page for five minutes, i wanna know what happens."

He hugs you close, pulling you back even closer against his ribcage as you lay in bed. One hand is up your shirt, between your breasts, while his other arm is under your neck. His unoccupied hand reaches clumsily for your left hand, not quite able to twist the right way to manage it so you close the distance, threading your fingers together. You turn his hand so you can see his ring, smiling. Even if you might be able to leave your presence on his Soul the way monsters do, you'll never be able to sense it, but this. You can see this. It's a little selfish, and territorial, but seeing this physical sign that he's yours... you like it.

"Sorry, it's hard to not get distracted," you say, turning your head so you can kiss his jaw. "It's pretty engaging."

Sans chuckles, a low rumble you feel against your back. "i admit, the idea of calling you my wife... it has a nice ring to it."

You set the open book down on the bed beside you, freeing your hand so you can reach back to cup the side of his face. Giggling, you try to turn and face him but he's holding you tight. "Do you vow to dress up for the wedding? I'd love to see you in a tux..."

"i promise to be properly groomed for the occasion."

You snort and dissolve into laughter. While you're distracted, Sans buries his face into your shoulder, shifting the hand in your shirt to cup your breast. You don't think much of it, trying to collect yourself as you're shaking, giggling so much tears are gathering in the corners of your eyes. God it's so good to just have something to laugh about. To forget everything that happened earlier, just for a little while.

So when his hand squeezes and his thumb drags over your nipple, the sudden jolt of pleasure makes you gasp. Arching your back more out of reflex than anything, you push your chest forward into his hand as your hips grind back against his pelvis. He groans, digging his fingers into the soft, giving flesh of your breast.

"i know i've said this plenty of times before," he says, mouth close enough to your ear that it makes you shiver. "but i love hearing you laugh like that."

"Hmm," you purr, tipping your head back to press your cheek against his, exposing your throat. "Tell me more things that you love. I think I need you to remind me."

"everything. hope, there isn't a single damn thing about you that i don't love," he says with such conviction that it makes you blush.

"Now you're just exaggerating," you protest weakly.

"everything," he says, almost growling as he takes your ear between his teeth. You let out a squeak that makes him chuckle. "the way we're late half the time we wanna go somewhere because there's always one more thing you forgot to do. how even though it drives me crazy sometimes, you're not afraid to stand up to me anymore when you think i'm wrong. your terrible taste in movies—"

"Hey. Titanic is a beautiful, tragic love story—"

"and every time you watch it you start bawling." You let out a playful grumble and he hums against you, squeezing your hand and toying with your ring. "i just want you to be happy. i always want you to be happy."

"I'm happy so much more than I'm sad," you murmur, using your free hand to trace down the length of his arm. He shivers. "I've got you, and that makes all the difference, Sans."

His grip on you tightens, kneading the breast in his hand and shifting his hips against you.

"i want you," he says, his voice low and rumbling against your back. He makes tiny nipping kisses along the line of your neck. You shudder, your breath hitching. "it's not enough just to hold you right now."

You want that too. A few minutes ago you were content to lay there in his arms, trying to read your book before going to sleep. But now you feel overdressed, frustrated with the layer of clothing separating you. Sans must feel the same way because he frees both his hands from you and starts tugging on the hem of your shirt. You sit up and pull it over your head, throwing it blindly towards the foot of the bed. Sans uses the opportunity to shimmy out of his boxers, yanking them out from under the comforter to toss them after your shirt. Then, before you can turn around to face him, he wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you back into the position you were laying in before. Your underwear finds itself joining the other clothing.

His teeth are on your shoulder, grazing your skin. The arm beneath you gropes at your chest, teasing the taut peak of your nipple between his fingers. You don't know what to do with yourself. You want to kiss him, to hook your fingers in his ribs, to lave your tongue across bone and make him shudder. But like this, with your back to his chest as his right hand dips down your belly and seeks out the aching heat between your legs, all you can do is grasp at his forearm with one hand while the other tangles in the sheets. A needy whine escapes your throat.

"i want you just like this, so i can feel every little shudder and hear every little gasp while i get you to come for me."

You're melting at the sound of his voice, the feel of the soft, magical pads over his fingers massaging over your folds, teasing at your entrance. He's so warm, you're starting to feel too hot under the covers and you lift your leg to kick them off of you. Sans takes advantage of the movement to grab your knee and pull it over his thigh, opening you up for him. Arching your back, you angle yourself against his pelvis for a cock that isn't there.

"I want more than your hand," you breathe, gasping as that hand drags down the inside of your thigh.

"tell me what you want." He rolls your nipple between his fingers, teasing over your outer lips and toying with the hair between your legs.

Sometimes it's still difficult for you to say these things out loud. To vocalize what you want him to do to you, with you. You shove the shy, anxious voice aside, willing yourself to ignore it. "I want you inside me, I want to feel you inside me as I come."

"shit babe, how can i say no to that?" he growls, taking hold of your hip and shifting a little bit to give himself a better angle. You know he doesn't need to, that technically he can do any angle, any position with his magic. But you have a certain fondness for the way the two of you did things in the start. As if he had the restrictions of a human. And he knows you.

You feel the telltale hum of his magic, against your shoulder as his tongue swirls against your skin. Then, as his fingers part your folds and he presses you back against him, he slowly eases his cock inside of you. Gasping, you rock against him, fisting your hand in the sheets as your other tightens around the arm at your breast, the band of your ring scraping against bone. He groans beside your ear, taking your shoulder between his teeth, biting down as he draws himself out and back in again. You moan his name.

It's slow, languid lovemaking. He wants to take his time with you, to savor the feel of you as he massages your clit. He sighs as he elicits a sharp gasp when he thrusts deep inside and stays there, then eases out again to continue the slow, gentle pace. You wish this could last forever, just wrapped up in his arms, filled, his teeth at your throat and thoroughly succumbed to him. You're cherished, and desired, and most of all loved.

You thread your fingers between his at your breast, your rings clinking together as you hold onto him. You're getting close, the tension is pooling low in your belly and and your legs are starting to tremble. "I love you. God I love you so much, Sans," you breathe, voice thick as you groan, then gasp as he focuses more intently on your clit with his fingers.

"i love you too," he murmurs, burying his face into your neck. "more than anything. i don't know what i'd do if i lost you."

That sobers you a little, pushes your orgasm just a little further out of your reach. But you don't mind, you have time for that. All the time in the world, here with him. "You've got me. I'm here," you tell him, letting go of the sheets to reach back and cup the side of his face.

He turns into your touch, sighing against your skin and nipping at the heel of your palm. "i've got you," he echoes back, nuzzling into your shoulder again. "you're mine."

"I'm yours," you agree, heart aching that you'd ever done anything for him to doubt it.

He's quiet again, save for the soft groans as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts, pressing deeper into you. That heat is pooling again, threatening to spill over as he circles your clit with a focus that lets you know he's trying in earnest. He closes his teeth on your neck, right where it joins your shoulder, the spot that makes you gasp and rock your hips back against him. Then, as he times a deep thrust with the stroke of his fingers, you cry out and come undone. He stays there, deep inside of you, biting back a groan into your shoulder as your inner walls clench around him. His fingers trace gentle circles, easing you through your climax until you let out a tiny whine. Pulling his hand away, you can feel the dampness on his fingers as he grabs your hip and draws a long, slow stroke out of you.

He takes his hand from your breast, turning it over so that he can hold yours properly, fingers tangled tight together. His jaw clenches, refusing to let you go and it hurts in the sweetest way, leaving you gasping. His thrusts are more urgent, his grip on your hip tighter, and finally, with a low growl deep in his chest, Sans reaches his peak.

Spent and trembling, Sans's magic fades, emptying from you as his body relaxes. You wince a little as he unlatches himself from your shoulder. Running your fingers over the tender flesh, you can feel the individual indentations from his teeth. He makes a small, worried sound, letting go of your hip and bringing his hand up to inspect the spot for himself.

"that's... going to be really obvious in the morning," he says, running his thumb gingerly over your skin. He lowers his hand to stroke up and down your arm, hugging you close. "are you ok?"

"I'm fine," you say, thighs still twitching as you will yourself to get your leg off of his. Somehow you manage. "I'm..." You breathe out a long, satisfied sigh. "I'm great. That was great."

He gives a weak chuckle, sounding relieved. You're glad. "good. that's... god i needed that."

You twist in his arms, finally getting the chance to look at him. His eyes are bright, a little fuzzy around the edges as he gives you a dazed, almost drunken smile. Peppering his face with kisses, you keep at it until he lets out a pleased hum deep in his chest. "I needed that too."

"today was—"

Silencing him with a kiss to his mouth, you cup his head in your hands and stroke the sides of his skull. "Don't think about today. Don't think about tomorrow. Just be here with me right now."

He closes his eyes, leaning towards you and sighing. You press your forehead to his as he wraps his arms around you. "ok."

   
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