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.


38. Here for the Taking

Maybe standing around in the rain at Waterfall isn't such a good idea. Sans tries to keep you under the umbrella but you keep wandering away, until finally your clothes are soaked straight through. Not to mention your socks are wet and squishy in your shoes, which is making you cringe.

You spend about half an hour walking back home, and the closer you get to Snowdin the colder you get. You don't want to complain because it's your own fault you're sopping wet, and it takes a few moments before Sans realizes you're shivering. Chastising you gently, he pulls you close and you feel the familiar lurching sensation in your stomach as you're suddenly somewhere else. Closer to home, but much colder. You let out a startled gasp at the change in temperature and you teleport again with Sans murmuring an apology in your ear. He can't move too far in one go.

Shivering more violently than you'd like, you're back in your shared bedroom, stripping out of your wet layers with the help of your concerned boyfriend. Sans's hands are blissfully warm against your cold skin as he peels off your shirt and dumps it on the treadmill. You use your feet to wedge your sneakers off, then get to work on wriggling out of your jeans. Sopping wet denim has to be one of the worst things in the world. Your underwear ends up pulling off along with your pants but you don't really care, they're soaked too and not in a good way. Reaching around behind you, you unhook your bra as Sans turns to grab the thick comforter from the bed.

"come here, babe. you're chilled to the bone," he says, draping the blanket around your shoulders and pulling you close.

You let out a weak laugh, pressing in close and tucking your ice cold nose under his jaw. He's completely unfazed by the contact, and his inhuman warmth feels so good against you. But you need more. You duck your chilled hands under his jacket and shirt, hunting his ribs with your fingers. He lets out a small groan as you press as much of your arms to his body as you can.

"You're so nice and warm," you murmur, humming with pleasure.

"here, let me..." Sans trails off, pulling away and wrapping the blanket around you. You let out a small sound of protest before realizing what he's doing. He's pulling off his own clothes, and if you weren't still so cold you might muster up a suggestive brow waggle. But at the moment you're just holding the comforter in fisted hands and waiting for him to finish so you can wrap him up with you.

Stripped down to bare bones, Sans takes a seat on the edge of the bed, holding a hand out to you. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his legs and wrapping your arms —and the blanket— around his shoulders. Shoulders hunched and shivering, you let out a pleased sigh as Sans rubs his warm hands up and down your body. From your knees pressed into the bed beside his hips, up your thighs, along the curve of your backside, to your back and shoulders, spreading out to both your arms, and then back again.

"Ahh, that feels so good," you groan, arching into his touch. As the cold starts to seep away and your shivering lessens, you trail open-mouthed kisses along his clavicle. His hands spasm against you, fingers grabbing at your thighs in a way you don't think is intentional. You smile to yourself.

"you keep doing that and i'm gonna warm you up in other ways, babe," Sans says in a tight voice, hands dragging up your legs to take hold of your hips.

"Mmm," is your only answer, rocking your hips and grinding down against the jut of his pelvis. The hard pressure on the outside of your folds is sweet against your clit. You feel a thrill of pleasure from the sensation and the choked noise that escapes Sans.

"so that's how you want it, then?" he asks, his voice canted so low you can feel it in your chest as you're pressed against him.

You raise your head in time to see a flicker of blue ignite in his left eye as the white lights vanish. A familiar, warm pressure rests against you, and soft blue light fills the darkness inside the blanket. You give another rock of your hips to brush against his cock, and Sans's eye flickers as he bites back a groan. He tugs on your hips and you let him urge you up onto your knees, positioning yourself over him. But you wait, kneeling. Taking hold of both ends of the comforter in one hand, you free your right and reach for his face, trailing your fingertips lightly over the curve of his cheekbone.

Sans holds your gaze for a moment until your hand slips down to the vertebrae in his neck. A weak moan escapes him and he tilts his head to the side, his grip tightening on your hips as he presses down. But you refuse to budge. Instead you lower your head to replace your seeking fingers with your tongue, eliciting a gasp.

"shit," Sans breathes, shuddering. "babe..."

Your free hand slides down his spine and whatever Sans was going to say dies in his throat. As you reach lower he reaches higher until he's cupping the soft weight of your breasts in his hands. You give a breathy moan as his thumbs brush across your nipples, and you wrap your hand around the length of his spine. Then, you stroke down with your fingers at the same time that you lower your hips to drag the head of his cock between your legs, teasing him at your entrance for a moment before shifting just enough to rub against your clit instead.

Sans's moan turns into a deep growl of frustration, and he squeezes your breasts. As you raise yourself back up only to give him another teasing stroke, he drags his fingers down your sides to take hold of your waist again. When you resist the guiding pressure on your hips, he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. Then, he makes a low sound as his teeth press into the soft flesh of your shoulder.

Gasping, your head falls to the side, savoring the pleasure that heats your skin and the small bit of pain that makes it that much sweeter. "Ahh, that's cheating," you say with a sharp intake of breath as he relaxes his jaw and then bites down again, softer this time. 

He lets go of your shoulder and you feel the warm softness of his tongue laving over your skin. "you're one to talk," he mutters, pulling down with his hands and rocking his hips to try and meet you.

With an amused hum, you tease him at your entrance again, and right as Sans starts to let out a relieved sigh you angle away. You brush your fingers along his spine as he pulls back his head to look at you. His left eye is bright, his brow furrowed and dotted with sweat. "What?" you ask, innocently.

"babe, please," he groans, searching your face. He tries to pull you back up onto your knees but you just rub against him. "please, i need you. come on."

"If you don't like it," you murmur, lips curling as you look at him with lidded eyes. "Then do something about it."

You can see the cogs turning in his head, the struggle between what you know he wants and what he's afraid to do. He's always so in control, and you want to push past that. He's almost there. Letting go of the blanket and shrugging it off of you, you arch your back and put yourself on display. Both your hands come to rest on his shoulders, making him look up at you. "You just have to take what you want," you press. "I'm giving you permission."

The hungry look on his face turns ravenous as you feel him tense beneath you. Then, he wraps his arms around your hips, lifting you up with a startled noise and dumping you over on the bed beside him. You end up on your hands and knees, and as you're about to right yourself you feel the mattress shift behind you.

"i think i want you just like this," Sans says in a low voice that goes straight to your pelvis. One hand grabs your hip, and you feel his knees between your calves.

His free hand squeezes your ass and then dips down to the join of your legs. You gasp and press back against his touch as he slides the tips of his fingers along your folds. With a low hum, two fingers slip inside of you with ease. But before you can even savor it they're gone again. A weak whine escapes you and you settle down onto your forearms, forehead resting on the bed.

"you look so sexy like that," Sans groans, and then he's holding onto both of your hips and he eases himself inside of you.

You moan, twisting the sheets beneath you in your hands. As much as you've been teasing him you've been teasing yourself and having him finally inside of you feels so good. Sans starts a steady rhythm, holding you in place as he thrusts. Each breath comes out as a gasping cry, muffled by your arm.

"shit, you were driving me crazy," he breathes, pulling you hard against him as you moan.

Sans grinds against you, pressing deeper until you let out a ragged cry. He relaxes his grip on your hips and pulls back, resuming his steady pace. One arm curls around you. He rolls a nipple between his fingers and drags down your stomach, making you shudder. Then, with a familiar soft texture over his phalanges, he starts rubbing small circles against your clit.

Heat pools low in your belly but your legs are trembling and you're struggling to focus. "Sans," you gasp, another thrust deep inside you making you forget what you were going to say. 

"come for me, babe. i want to hear you," he says, running the hand that was on your hip up your spine.

"I can't," you whine, desperate for release. "I can't like this."

"i've got you, i know what to do," he murmurs, dragging his hand down your back as he pulls out of you.

Sans eases you over onto your side and then onto your back, spreading your legs as he settles between them. You're trying to push damp hair away from your face, breathing deeply as he grabs hold of your ankle and hooks his elbow under your knee. He pulls you closer and thrusts deep, eliciting a gasp that bottoms out into a moan as his fingers find your clit again.

With slow strokes of his hand and cock, you're soon pushed over the edge, back arching as you cry out. The tension in your core slowly unwinds as Sans eases you through the waves of pleasure. When your body starts to relax, he pulls his hand away and falls forward over you, groaning as he thrusts his hips. Trembling and nearly euphoric, you manage to hook your ankles around his back.

He presses his forehead to yours, and as you blink your eyes open you can see the bright glow of blue in his left socket, almost hidden behind heavy lids. Settling down onto his elbows, he slips his forearms under you and takes hold of your shoulders. His fingers dig in almost painfully as he pumps into you at a fevered pace. Your eyes squeeze back shut as you're overwhelmed and moaning beneath him, hooking your fingers into his back.

With one last, deep thrust Sans lets loose a ragged moan, gasping as he goes still. He stays rigid for a moment before letting out a shaky breath, tilting his head to nuzzle your cheek and throat. You smile and let out a breathy laugh, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses along his skull. Slowly he relaxes his hands and eases his arms out from under you, collapsing beside you on the bed. His eye gives one last flicker before going out, soon replaced by familiar pinpricks of white.

"babe, that was..." he begins, sucking in a steadying breath. "i love you."

"Yes," you agree, smiling at what he's unable to say. "And I love you too."

He reaches out and cups your hip, which you realize feels a little tender. You glance down and notice some suspiciously finger-shaped red marks on your skin. Sans follows your line of sight and manages to sit up, hand trailing lightly over your body. His brow furrows in concern.

"Don't you dare," you say, catching his hand before he can speak. "That was amazing, and don't you dare feel bad."

His eyes flick up to your face but then fall down to look at your shoulders. "you've got marks there too," he says, expression tense as he reaches up to trace the slope of your shoulder.

"Good," you insist, reaching up to pull him down to you. "I'd do the same to you if I could. I like knowing where you've been."

"you're sure you're okay?" Sans asks, but you think he sounds a little more at ease. Maybe a little pleased with himself.

"Yes, hun. I swear. You need to stop worrying so much and just enjoy yourself. You can't be careful all the time," you say, rolling close to him as he settles down beside you. He drapes his arm over your side, holding you.

"is that what you were trying to do? frustrate me enough to stop being careful?"

"Exactly. And it worked. Wonderfully."

Sans nuzzles against you, yawning. "i'll forgive you for teasing me like that, but don't think i'm not gonna get some payback later," he mumbles.

"Wait, don't fall asleep yet, we need the comforter," you protest, trying to move from his grasp but it's too late. His arms are heavy around you and he doesn't answer. Thankfully, your boyfriend is nice and warm.

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