...

You were getting undressed.

In front of him.

Willingly.

Every nerve in his body was buzzing with power, almost overpowering his senses, clouding his hearing and taste. Something about that just made him even more excited- you, with just the simple action of taking off your clothes, generated enough power in him to potentially destroy a city. Level a mountain, boil a fjord.

And you had no idea.

All you knew was that you were making his cheekbones go blue.

He had to control himself this time, keep to your rhythm, not frighten you. Because even as his vision began to tunnel when your shirt came off to reveal the perfect skin bathed in moonlight, that familiar primal thrumming in his Soul that he found so addicting getting faster and faster, he balled his fist in the coarse material of the blanket to stop himself from touching you until you said so.

He knew if he started touching you, there'd be no way to make him stop.

You just smelled so sweet... floral, delicate... and your skin was practically begging to be caressed, worshipped, in a way that would make your cheeks glow that pretty pink that looked so good under his white claws. He wondered how low that blush went, and followed it with his eyelights... down your neck, over your chest... heh, you'd chosen your only 'sexy' bra...

"... D-don't just watch." You mumbled, angelic voice calling him back to you, arms coming up a little. His own lips parted when he saw yours, desperate to just lean in and taste them...

Even as he focused on your adorable expression and the predatory cloud settled further over his conscious thought, he could tell you had no idea what you were doing, sitting on your knees across from him in only your bra and panties with your outer layers kicked off somewhere unimportant. Your eyes flitted away, avoiding his gaze, but sparkling so prettily in the starlight that the air knocked out his chest.

He didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve any of this. Here you were, an angel, nervously giving yourself to trash like him.

...

But, fuck, he wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

He lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it without care, and took a moment to just enjoy the sight of you waiting, willing, vulnerable...

... A tiny thread of his self-control snapped.

A hand came out and traced down your side... fuuuck, then went straight up to your chest, pressing over your breast. He moved closer... So, so silky... Up, over your shoulder, gentle fingers on your neck and collarbone, your little gasping ticklish reaction making him shudder in delight... He could feel the pulse underneath...

Feel the life underneath...

There was definitely less mindless lust than the first time he did this with you. Desperation for physical contact, alcohol in his system and a nagging worry in the back of his head that you'd never like him and he'd never get to do this with you had made his body and mind insanely susceptible and weak to those base instincts that screamed she's yours, take her now. He could definitely feel them as he traced your soft skin under your chin with one hand and your belly with the other, pressing kisses to your cheek, but...

They weren't clouding his head to the point of insanity. He was... He was still him. He could still enjoy this.

"... I'm... Nervous." You said, voice barely above a whisper. His Soul thudded hungrily against his ribs at your sweet tone, but he pulled himself together enough to respond.

He wasn't going to make the same mistakes. You weren't going to be scared or have any reservations about this. He'd make sure of that.

"i know." He purred, closing his sockets, pressing more kisses to your face. "it's okay. i'll look after you." forever.

Your heart was beating fast enough for him to hear it through your chest as you shuffled to lie on your back on the rough blanket, and it fluttered even faster when he shifted to be on top, your ribs expanding with a tiny intake of breath.

His body ached... He just wanted to kiss and touch every inch of you.

"... Just..." You whispered, a hand coming up to trace his bare collarbone. He wanted to grab your hand and press it flat against his bones so you could feel how hard his Soul was humming for you but he, again, let you go at your own pace, feeling like he was going to tear the blanket underneath him from how hard he was gripping it.

You seemed to get more confident, fingers sliding up to the spine visible on his neck, a move that nearly made him collapse on the spot... so soft... and even though he and his carnal instincts much enjoyed being the one in charge and calling all the shots while you laid helpless under him, another, softer part of his mind took much satisfaction in you making effort to make him feel good. His sockets lidded, a warm fuzzy feeling pooling in his bones.

"... Just be easy." You finished.

"i will." He breathed, pressing his nasal ridge to your cheek, running his hands up your sides again, enjoying how soft and warm every single damn part of you was. You were his most potent addiction.

/

You had never been much of a fan of bras. They were always so uncomfortable and all you ever wanted to do was take them off. They were helpful for holding your boobs up and making them perky, sure, but what did that really matter when you had somebody like Sans.

He didn't give a fuck about your bra.

He liked what was underneath it.

You took it off, unclipping it from behind carefully, wanting to take your time and make him wait. You were anticipating his reaction, and you weren't disappointed. You removed it and set it the side and couldn't help but smile bashfully when you saw his face.

He looked like a man that had just won the lottery, and was swimming in gold.

It didn't take him long to reach out and start massaging your right breast. It felt especially amazing since they had been contained all day. Plus, when he shuddered it felt like an even better reward. You never thought that you of all people would make Sans shudder just by looking at you body. The body you spent so many years beating up. The body you had always hated and resented.

It seemed ridiculous to you now.

You didn't like being a step ahead of him with the whole getting naked thing, so you reached over and pulled at his pants, desperately wanting to get them off. It felt like they were made of flames and that you would both die if they stayed where they were.

But that was probably just because you were both horny teenagers, about to have sex under the stars.

God, could you get any more cliche?

He leaned over towards you to shuffle his pants off, and while he did he let his tongue snake out and lick one of your nipples, causing you to let out a soft giggle. He looked a bit silly, trying to get his pants off, but you didn't mind. It was a comforting moment, since it wasn't all about intimidating sex. He was still Sans, and he was still a goofball, even when he didn't mean to be.

When he finally managed to shuffle himself into being naked, apparently not wearing any underwear today, he nuzzled your chest softly. You hummed, feeling completely content with even just this, despite how badly you wanted to continue. It just all felt so perfect and loving, that it brought you to the conclusion that you didn't need sex. Your relationship was perfect enough without it, and really the sex was just a bonus. A prize you were both claiming from climbing up this rocky mountain for so long.

You really felt like he deserved it more than you, since he had waited so long, but you were happy to accept the reward all the same.

You sat down and shuffled your underwear off, a lot more gracefully than Sans had. As soon as you were out in the open, you noticed Sans's eye lights dilated.

...You knew he could smell you, and made a sudden flush of arousal pool down between your legs.

"...You okay?" You asked him, wanting to make sure. You knew he wasn't the most stable person, so you felt the need to constantly check in, just in case anything was starting to overwhelm him too much.

The last thing you needed was for him to lose control now of all times.

"i'm more than okay," He assured you, purring deeply in his low voice. It sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn't help but cover yourself a bit. You felt vulnerable, and yeah, you were turned on and trusted him, but...

...Despite how much you tried to talk yourself up, the insecurities were still very much alive,

"don't," He practically whined, using his hands to remove yours from your body. It just made you feel even more week and insecure.

Until he started to pepper kisses all over your chest.

You moaned again, and you knew how much it pleased him based off of his face alone. He looked like a predator about to strike its prey, and you felt so weak in your knees. It was like you were made of jello, and you really didn't mind it.

"you're so beautiful," He complimented you, his voice breathy, most likely aware of your insecurities and trying to replace them with positive thoughts.

"No u."

No regrets.

"i mean it," He practically growled, moving his face downwards to your opening.

...Your face heated up in an instant.

"...Me too." You genuinely did think he was beautiful.

He rolled his eye lights, but smiled at you. It made you feel a lot better. As much as you loved the dominant side of him... your first time was still something that was scary to you, and for now the smiling goofy side of Sans was the one you wanted.

"trust me?" He asked, and you knew what was going to happen.

He was going to eat you out.

You had a moment where you felt a mixture of disgust and arousal. You weren't disgusted by him, just... the thought of having to perform the act, personally. It grossed you out, for some reason, even though you had his dick in your mouth before.

...

...You decided not to think about that.

/

Your smell hit him like a sixteen wheeler and he couldn't help the way his eyelights fizzled with excitement, responding to the scent of your willing arousal, sending shockwaves down his spine and right into his pelvis without a second's hesitation.

His grip on your thighs almost tightened... But...

... He fought back against it, closing his sockets and redirecting the flow for the time being, focusing on you. You didn't want feral, crazy Sans... He could see it in your eyes, even now, as he looked up at you from between your legs, so close to your pussy that every breath made you shiver.

You wanted- no, needed goofy, safe Sans. The one who made you happy.

And he needed to make you feel good. This time, he wasn't going to cheat with magic to make you wet enough for him to get the pleasure he could get as fast as possible. He was gonna do it the real way... The physical way...

... The human way.

and, he thought to himself, with the purest satisfaction he'd yet to feel, grinning. i get to taste her.

finally.

He started by pressing soft kisses to your inner thigh, where the skin was delicate and thin, closing his sockets and breathing deep, mindfully making his way down. He could feel you shivering, a cocktail of nervousness, arousal and anticipation clear in every movement, every tiny breath, every whine when bone met skin.

... Close, now.

He reopened his eyes and looked into yours, making sure for the last time before he started that you didn't want to back out.

A hint of fear, and he would've stopped.

...

Nothing. Only excitement, nervousness, and a look he could only place as 'please just get on with it'.

Ensuring his sockets were trained on you so he could see every single reaction that was blessed with being allowed on your face, he leant down and licked slowly from base to clit, precisely, almost groaning in delight at your taste.

The little sound you made as your back curved, perfect little pink mouth fell open and eyes widened, bright with starlight and pleasure, made every single ounce of effort he put into this over all these long, long months completely and utterly worth it.

God, he'd kill a man to hear that again, if that was the price.

He kept a slow but strong pace, swirling his tongue lazily and doing a little experimenting, eyelights trained on you and every reaction. He tried varying amount of pressure, soft, hard, soft, hard... His hands held onto the meat of your thighs and he could feel the little trembles in your legs and knees.

Moans were flowing out of you like honey, your eyes screwed tight shut and an adorable flush dusted over your cheeks, and fuck he was the worker and you were the queen because he absolutely could not get enough. He forced himself to keep his sockets open... The tiny contractions of your belly, the little crease formed between your brows, your hands curled in the blanket... He wanted to see everything. Soft, hard, so-

there.

You mewled as he found the perfect spot at the perfect pressure, taking a gasping breath, and moaned his name, enough to set his Soul fucking pounding against his ribs as a wave of magic stronger than any he'd felt before rushed through his system. He held that pressure, held that spot, lidded sockets watching with glee...

In no time at all the orgasm rocked your whole body from head to toe. The rush of smells and sounds that hit him now was nothing compared to before and although the pleasant tingling in his spine was almost enough to distract him he made sure to gently release the pressure and watch every movement in your face as you came.

so beautiful.

It took you a little while to come down from your high... so he just nuzzled your thigh and enjoyed the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest and stomach, eye sockets finally allowed to close for a moment. He sighed, feeling the warmth coming off you, the smells, the tiny sounds...

i want to spend the rest of my life with her.

When he opened his sockets again, you were staring at his exposed ribcage... and your eyes flitted up to meet his eyelights, your lips parting a little in surprise.

"... hm?" He asked, confused for a second, but still high on the warm fuzzies.

"... Y-your eyelights... and your Soul." You said, voice serene and... adoring...? Your cheeks flushed that perfect shade of red he loved so damn much.

He looked down at his chest to see a gentle, whitish blue light emitting from between his ribs, the vague outline of a beating monster Soul only just visible through the glow.

"... huh." He looked up again, smiling. He knew it. That light was his warm fuzzies translating directly into his Soul and pouring out in waves of emotion... It was the purest, truest way to say I love you. Another monster would've picked up on those waves, should they be directed at them... But a human like you probably felt nothing more than a slight positive change of mood. "know what that means?"

... You shook your head slightly. His poor, sweet little na ïve human.

He came back up, kissing everything within kissing range along the way. Up your legs, hip bone, belly, abdomen, chest collarbone... neck... and finally, your cheek.

"it means i love you."

Your fingers curled between his ribs, eyes closing against the harder blush that enveloped your face.

"I-I love you too."

He kissed you, properly, deeply... summoning a new tongue so you wouldn't have to taste yourself. (A bit too kinky for the first time.

...

Well. First consensual time.)

He loved you with every fibre of his being... and he was going to make this feel good for you.

So good.

/

You spread your legs for him, feeling so peaceful, and happy and loved.

You were about to lose your virginity, and your entire life you had the thought in your head that you would be terrified and in pain, but... now? You felt excited, and the closest thing to fear that you had were butterflies in your tummy.

That is, until he pulled his cock out.

Just looking at it gave you flashbacks to that scary day, the day you sucked him off, the say you started dating.

...How did you get here?

...You stared at it and thought about the blowjob. Thought about the stalking, and the texts, and the weird things he would leave around your apartment, and the-

He tilted your chin up to look at him.

...

...Looking into his eye lights, all you could feel was safety.

It was so strange. One part of the person you loved brought you fear and anxiety, and the other brought you comfort and love. It was scary and amazing.

He nuzzled your cheek and moved your arms to wrap around his neck, and kissing you before he slowly started to slide himself inside of you, holding onto your hips and guiding himself in slowly.

...

...It didn't....

...

It didn't hurt.

It wasn't perfect, no, there... was a little bit of discomfort, but... no real pain.

...

...Maybe he's... just really skilled. And you were turned on, and very wet, so... that must've been it.

...Yeah. Must've been.

He kissed you and then spoke, his voice surprisingly steady and non-shakey. Yet, you could still tell he was enjoying himself, considering how much his hands were shaking on your hips. "...doing okay?"

You decided to voice your thoughts.

"...It doesn't... hurt?" You just wanted to know if it was normal, and hear it from somebody else, rather than your own mind making excuses to calm you.

He gave you a reassuring smile. "that's normal if you're turned on."

...

...Didn't feel normal, but... you decided to trust him.

He had no reason to lie, right?

"...Oh," Was all you said, as you waited for him to start.

He gave his first thrust, and it was gentle... and you moaned. Something you weren't expecting, but... it just kinda came outta your mouth.

And it definitely wasn't a pained moan.

He kept going, keeping it gentle, clearly to make you feel comfortable and safe. It was nice... really fucking nice. You had zero complaints, as long as you focused on his face and steered away from anything else. You knew how unhealthy and bad that was, but... you didn't want him to stop, and you weren't about to voice your concerns out loud to anybody, especially somebody you had to pay to listen to you while you sat on a couch.