"... can i send you nudes?"

He wasn't expecting a positive response. So when you choked on your own smoothie, he figured his suspicions had been correct, and that you would think he was being creepy again.

... Damnit.

He'd been working as hard as he could to get your trust back after his... uh... really bad manipulation of the power dynamic, but he just couldn't stop himself. You were hot... frankly, at times, too hot for his brain to function. That certainly wasn't an excuse for his behaviour, but it was an explanation, at least.

He'd wanted to trade nudes for a while now, or at least send them, but... he knew that if he sent them without warning you'd definitely either hate him again for proving he didn't care how you felt, or get in trouble somehow by opening it in a populated area. It was a lose-lose for him, and he had to control himself. After all- there was nothing that turned a girl on less than an unsolicited picture of a dick.

You spluttered, and took a breath, putting the glass down, face... the most adorable shade of pinky-red, a tiny smudge of smoothie on the corner of your lip... fuck, so cute!

"W-what!?" You turned to him. He stared at your blush for a few seconds, then cut another slice of bread, swallowing, trying not to look as nervous as he felt.

"could i?" i shouldn't have asked just before school... this is ridiculous. she's going to think i'm a pervert again.

"W-why!?" Psht, you knew why. "When!? What!?"

... As much as he disliked the idea of you not trusting him again there was just something so adorable about your little face and your incredible embarrassment at his question. He could make you so pink... fuck. You were too good for him.

"just wanted to ask in case." He tried to look calm and collected, giving you a little smile. I mean... you hadn't screamed no and run out of the house horrified yet, so maybe there was hope.

"... I..."

"you can say no." He quickly added, almost cutting himself on the breadknife, as you thought to yourself. He could not afford to make you feel like you were pressured into this, or forced to, or owed him nudes, or something.

... Ugh... he really shouldn't have asked this. He's such a moron...

"... I-I..." Your voice was so cute and tiny. Like a kitten. "... I guess?"

...

Wait.

What?

He turned to you, blinking, actually... shocked. You were staring into the smoothie glass nervously, face still flushed with that perfect blush, but...

... You didn't look like you were forcing yourself.

You actually wanted to.

You would trust him with nudes?!

His Soul thumped happily, and he felt a grin on his face, despite his best efforts to stay cool. Even despite what he'd done to you, you... you trusted him enough for that.

"... really?" It felt so good to know you trusted him. So right.

"Y-yeah." You stared away, lips pursed, red-faced. "I mean... I might not do anything with them," understandable, "but... like... I don't really see why not..."

...

...

keep it together, sans. don't freak out now. you'll have time to celebrate later.

"... alright." He purred, extremely pleased with how this turned out, and how his random blurt of a question had yielded such good results.

"Justdon'tgetmeintrouble." You said, all in one big chain, squeezing your eyes shut and drawing your shoulders up to almost hide yourself... He felt his own face go hot as he turned back to the sandwich.

"i won't." He murmured, grinning.

Today was a good day... you were gonna try a whole sandwich and he was so proud of all the progress you were making with trying new things and getting a steadier diet, you enjoyed the smoothie he made for you this morning, he was gonna get to go to school with you again (always a bonus), Jake was gone and no one fucking dared touch you right now...

... So perfect.

"...I said light turkey," You told him softly, your voice playful and teasing as you changed the subject. He knew you meant it, but just didn't want to seem rude... he understood it. Found it sweet, and somewhat charming. You always wanted people to think the best of you, and you tried your hardest. He just never understood how people could be so blind to how sweet and wonderful you really were.

The world didn't deserve you.

"in this house, young lady, we drown ourselves in turkey," He responded, making sure to sound just as light and playful as you did, while also taking some of the turkey off. He knew you weren't ready to go heavy on any foods, and he respected the fact that you spoke up. He also knew you would have had a hard time eating it if you hadn't said something about the turkey, so in the end it was a good decision.

He was so happy with how everything was going... it was starting to feel so normal and domestic. So happy, and near perfect. He had almost no complaints, and even the complaints he did have weren't directed towards you, but towards himself, and towards the stupid shit he did. He couldn't take it back, and he wished that he could... the emotional part for you anyways, because it was incredible for him.

Everything was.

"...I love you."

...Everything.

"i love you too," He replied, as he wrapped up the sandwich in parchment paper, before carefully placing it into your lunch box. He bought it for you after he started to make your lunches, knowing it would be a lot better compared to the brown baggies.

He leaned over right after, and gently nuzzled your cheek, feeling happiness soar through him. You telling him that you loved him had become a frequent thing, ever since you had said it the first time. He knew it was just puppy love for the moment, but hell, that was better than nothing. Better than you hating him. It made him feel important, even if he knew it was innocent, and nowhere near as powerful as his feelings.

"...Did we get baby carrots?" You asked him, after he had pulled away, and stuffed his own sandwich into his lunch box. He didn't care enough to make it look neat, since he was a garbage can and would literally eat anything.

"yeah. want some?" He offered, feeling happy that you were going to have a bigger variety of foods. He knew you could get overwhelmed if you only had a big quantity of a single food, since it looked like it was more, so a little amount of a bunch of foods always worked best so you could pick at a little bit of everything.

It was easy for you to trick your mind, as long as Sans provided you with the right materials.

"Yes please," You asked. He made his way over to the fridge and grabbed the carrots before walking back over, and reading the packaging. Something he never usually did for himself, wanting to make sure they were okay, despite the fact that he had bought them the day before.

Can never be too safe.

"these were harvested yesterday, apparently," He told you, as he reached above him and opened the cupboard, before grabbing a small container and pulling it out so he could put the carrots inside. He wanted to make sure you knew everything you needed to know about your foods so you felt comfortable eating them later.

"Pfft?" You snickered, apparently a bit confused as to why he told you that. He found it cute whenever you laughed, so he didn't mind. He chuckled as well, and shrugged before handing the small bag over to you, and watched as you examined it, reading the date.

"...Organic," You said softly, smiling adorably as you read the bag. He always wanted to give you the best foods, and if it said organic you seemed happy with it. You instantly thought organic meant healthier, and hey, were you really wrong?

"mhm," He hummed, as he took the bag back from you and opened it so he could pull out five baby carrots and put them into the tiny container. He made sure to grab the ones that were roughly the same size, and put them in neatly so it looked nice.

He placed the small box next to your sandwich carefully in the lunch box, and turned to look at you again, wondering if you had anymore requests for your lunch.

"Is there ranch?" You asked, making him smile a bit. He loved when you asked for things.

"yup." He walked over to the fridge again, and poured it into the small sauce container that came with your lunch box, before gently settling it in next to your carrots. As soon as that was done, he decided to pour some potato chips into his lunch box, not really caring where they ended up, and then added a granola bar to each of your lunches. He knew you liked them, so hopefully you would eat it later.

"Whatcha packing for a drink?" You asked, making him feel joy. He liked when you asked questions and made conversation. Let him know you were comfortable, and that's what he really wanted.

"smoothie, and water." He told you, as he grabbed the two smoothies off of the counter and two water bottles out of the fridge. He put them into the lunch boxes, making sure everything fit properly, and then added some napkins.

"Okay," you said, as you finished up your smoothie.

"there- done. ready to go?" Sans asked, as he put the ranch back into the fridge and threw away all the trash he made.

"Yup," You confirmed, as you stood up and rinsed your cup out and placed it into the sink.

He smiled when you turned to look at him, and extended his hand towards you. He had already grabbed the lunches in his other hand, and had been wearing his backpack the whole time. You quickly put your backpack on as well, which was sitting on the table, and then took his hand. He pulled you against him, and then took a shortcut.

...But even after you got there, you didn't release your grip on him.

He was okay with that, he just held on tighter and buried his face in your hair, enjoying the smell and the way you would cling to him.

"...I'm already tired," You admitted softly, looking around as you held onto him, probably worrying about people around you.

He wouldn't let them do anything.

He had you.

"i wish you were in my classes," He told you, softly. He hated not being able to see you all the time. All day he just spent his time wondering if you were okay. Wondering how you were... he hated not knowing.

"Me too, dude."

He nuzzled you again, but frowned when you pulled away.

You didn't even look at him, you just... started leaving. He knew why, of course. You were afraid of people judging you, so he couldn't be angry... he just hated that you got so self conscious. Hated that you cared about what other people thought.

They all thought wrong.

He followed you as you went to your locker, and watched as you put your stuff away and grabbed your math book. You closed it again after that, and looked at him again, and he could tell there was sadness in your eyes. You hated this place... and he wished he could take you away.

"what you got first?" He asked you, already knowing of course, but wanting you to have a distraction from your own mind.

"Math."

"eugh."

He knew how much you hated math, and he was glad that he made you smile by expressing his mutual disliking for it. "Yeah. Math sucks."

You sighed softly as the bell rang, clearly upset that it was time to start the day. He didn't blame you of course, since he was pretty upset about it, too. He knew you were going to be focusing on negativity all day, and he didn't want that, so...

He kissed you.

He never kissed you at school, unless you initiated it, usually... so this was something he was a bit anxious to do, but thankfully, you didn't pull away. Quite the contrary, since you kissed him back, even if it was just for a second.

"I gotta go to class."

"...alright. see you at lunch," He said, after a second, wanting to drag it out. He finally released his hold on you, and watched as you walked away before he went to his own locker.

...

After finishing up admiring your butt as you walked away, Sans sighed, and headed to class, trying to take his mind off you for a little while and focus on the lessons at hand... History was interesting, to say the least, and one of the few classes he could actually enjoy, because no matter how many times you go over the same subject you always discover new info about that time period. He hated the boring shit, obviously, and it wasn't the best of subjects, but... it was better than Maths or Science, at least, since he already knew fucking all of the shit they taught. It was like sitting in a class as they discussed the ABC's.

At least with History, he was actually learning anything.

But even as he put his books down, choosing the seat furthest to the back and in the corner, all he could think about was... mmm... dat ass. The way your hips moved when you walked was just fucking hypnotising and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get it out of his skull. It was too hard.

...

Speaking of too hard.

... He didn't have anyone on his row. He was the only person in the back of the class... he'd made sure of that with several threatening eye gestures to people who came near.

...

No one to see.

The teacher was busy opening up about the mongols and something something raid reforms to pay attention to the skeleton in the back who never gave a shit about the lesson and always got straight A's anyway.

...

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to think about your fucking delicious body a bit more. He was already aching through his shorts, almost painfully hard, magic rushing from all parts of him to gather in his pelvis.

His mind wandered to his go-to fantasy...

... That night against the wall in your house, drunk as fuck, you pinned between him and the wall... so deep he could feel every inch of you around his cock...

.... A little idea came to mind that parted the fantasy for a split second. He blinked, sitting up a bit in his chair.

...

You said he could send nudes, right? His phone wasn't the only thing he whipped out in his growing excitement.

... Checking that no one was looking, he pulled down his pants, letting his erection out. It felt so nice to not have it pressed, tented, into his shorts... so good that he sighed in relief.

... Something else would feel much, much nicer on it...

He almost couldn't take the photo with how hard his hand was shaking as his dirty mind wandered to all the possibilities. To someone else in the class, he probably just looked like he was checking his phone at a weird angle.

He snapped the photo, and sent it, grinning to himself. He wondered what kind of expression your pretty little face would make when you saw this...

might wanna look at this one under the table :)

He sat back and waited for you to open the picture, momentarily wondering if that even a smart idea. You told him not to get you in trouble after all, and you were in class... he just hoped nobody else ended up seeing it on accident. The last thing he really wanted was for you to get detention, or even suspended because of him.

He would feel awful.

...But regardless, he couldn't turn back now. The picture had delivered, and you had seen it. You didn't start typing right away, and that made him a bit anxious, but he decided to relax. You probably just didn't want to get caught and were waiting to answer him.

...He decided to put his cock back into his pants, without zipping it, forcing himself to ignore the fire he felt with how hard it was. As it brushed up against his pants again he had to hold back a groan as his mind screamed at him to touch it. It was so hard it genuinely hurt.

He wanted to feel you again.

Wanted to ram his cock down your throat and inside of you until you broke.

...

But he would never do that again.

Not until you wanted him, without being under the influence of alcohol.

...His phone vibrated in his hand suddenly, signaling he had gotten a text. You had responded. His hands shook a lot more than he expected they would as he opened your message, suddenly extremely anxious about how you would react. What if he triggered PTSD or something? The last time you had seen it had been a pretty bad experience for you, after all...

How did you even send that in class

...Okay. Maybe he didn't have to be so anxious.

He wasn't even sure what he was expecting in the first place. You would never be mean to him, especially over his cock. You had admitted to him before that you found it pretty, so... that was just a stupid fear on his end.

And your question was pretty valid, after all.

magic.

It was the best answer he could provide at the moment, since he couldn't fucking think straight. He would explain it better if you asked later on, but for the moment he just wanted to fucking touch himself, and he couldn't. It was the ultimate orgasm denial, and for fucks sake he wasn't even into that.

He wanted to fuck you so bad.

Wanted to fuck you against the wall in the bathroom or the janitor's closet, and wanted to hear you scream his name.

...He just wanted you.

While he was thinking about you and your body, you sent another message... this time with a photo attachment.

There were no words with it, so he tried not to get his hopes up, but... fuck he really hoped it was something to do with your body, or at least your face. You were so beautiful, he would never feel disappointed by a selfie.

Hell, you could send your elbow and he'd probably get hard.

...He opened the photo attachment, and somehow his dick got even more stiff. It was at the point where he felt like his cock was going to literally explode from lack of contact when he needed it so desperately.

...You had sent a picture of your boobs. Your bra still on, as you were in the bathroom.

...Beautiful.

holy shit

you're amazing.

Perfect.

I'm not