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Razones para meter a Nightmare?, Bueno, Fluffy es muy poderosa y sirve como un arma secreta, es muy tonta e infantil gracias a su au, pero es increíblemente útil, es un arma tan secreta que ni ella sabe que es un arma.
A/N: Sorry I'm an idiot and posted the next chapter before this one...! Anyway... Yay!
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A good morning.
(Y/n) woke as hands moved over her, smoothing over her sides and front.
"good mornin', sweetheart," a rough voice greeted from near her ear where she could feel Sans nuzzling and nipping.
She tried to greet him back, but it came out as a pleasured sounding hum as she shifted her hips and felt the pleasant soreness from the night before between her thighs.
Sans let out a deep chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. "still feel it, huh, sweetheart?"
She felt her cheeks heat at the reminder of what they'd done.
"got some more a that 'f ya want it," he told her, his suggestive voice full of heat and promises.
.
Sans was over her, straddling her thigh once more, boney hand up the loose leg of her shorts.
He'd tried to get her out of her clothes, but she'd been so shy, ducking her head and pressing her face against him to hide that, he'd given in.
He'd even tried to tell her that he bet she had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen, but, with a glance down at his own covered chest, he could understand that everyone had something they were nervous about letting others see.
So he'd ended up here, with his hand up her shorts, fingering her to a quick orgasm as she clutched at his shirt and panted and whined against his clavicle.
"mmnn, sound so good, sweetheart," he rumbled against her. "that one was quick, huh? let's get ya 'nother one…"
(Y/n) was sure that if she had completely gotten her voice back by now, and hadn't been trying so hard to stay quiet, she would have lost it by now.
Sans' finger bones were surprisingly talented, to the point that she wondered if he'd ever been with a human before, or if monsters' anatomys were just so similar it translated well.
She came again, her teeth digging into his shirt covered clavicle to keep herself quiet.
Sans let out a low, needy growl at her bite. "ooh, fuck , sweetheart… ya make me wanna straight up ravage that pussy…"
(Y/n) whimpered, clenching tighter at his sexy, need soaked words.
His hand had slowed down, gently stroking her through her orgasm so he didn't over stimulate her, and she wondered how long he was planning on doing this, and if he was planning… that , too…
It would only be fair for him to come, too, after all…
"SANS!" Papyrus' voice echoed in the hall, and Sans groaned out a sigh as his hand stopped.
He turned toward the door and called back, "yeah, boss?"
"DON'T SLACK OFF ON YOUR ROUNDS TODAY!"
Sans sighed again. "yeah, boss, got it, don't worry 'bout it," he called back.
(Y/n) felt both excited and nervous at having Sans' hand still inside her as he spoke to his brother on the other side of the door.
What if Papyrus got frustrated with the piece of wood and just came in?
There were no blankets covering where Sans' hand was up her shorts… It would be glaringly obvious what they were doing.
Sans looked over at her with a smirk and a chuckle at the feel of her nervous clench around his fingers at the thought, and wiggled them inside her, making her bite back a moan.
"MAKE SURE YOU DO 'GOT IT' SANS, OR I WILL BE FORCED TO… DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!"
Sans groaned in frustration and pulled his fingers from her, making her whimper at the loss.
"i'm gettin' up right now, i'll leave in a few minutes, boss, i swear!"
Papyrus finally left with a "SEE THAT YOU DO!"
"sorry, dollface, i gotta go ta work," he sighed as he stood from the bed, digging in the clean pile of laundry he'd placed next to, but not in, his dresser to find some clean clothes.
"Sa-ns," (Y/n) asked hesitantly, and broke off as she wondered how she could have let him touch her like he had been without even a care in the world about getting home and if he was still keeping her here against her will, or just to keep her safe.
Oh, it was a dirty feeling…
"yeah, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling a suitable shirt from the pile.
"I- ...I ahm g-ng hohme, evehntu-lly… rigkh…?" She asked, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt. [I am going home eventually, right?]
Sans looked up at her, pausing in his search for a sock to match the one in his hand.
Sans really wanted her to stay there with him- but he knew that he couldn't keep her there forever. He'd already witnessed a small dose of her ire, and he had no doubt that it would only get worse the longer it went on.
He would have to let her go, eventually… eventually being the key word.
"yeah. yeah, sweetheart," he told her. "gotta make it safe ta make the trip, first…"
She smiled at him for his response, and it did a little to lift his soul from the ditch of misery it'd fallen into at the thought of her going.
"C'n Ikh b-rrow y-r phohne?" She asked. [can I borrow your phone?]
Sans looked at her in question as he pulled out the device and unlocked it.
He handed it to her and went back to searching for his other sock.
(Y/n) listened as the familiar voice gave the store greeting, asking how she could help her.
"Hehy, Sally," she greeted. "Who's theh m-nahger todahy?" [hey, Sally, who’s the manager today?]
Sans looked up at that. "heh, you tryna get through ta that idiot at yer work?"
She nodded in reply. "Okh, graht," she sighed at hearing it was the same manager that had written her off as dead before. "Pahtch m- tkhrough, plehse." [Oh, great. Patch me through, please.]
Sans chuckled as he moved next to her on the bed, looking amused. "i gotta see how far ya get wit 'im."
(Y/n) switched it to speaker and listened as he gave the store greeting, then said, "hihk Doug. Iht's (Y/n)." [hi Doug, it’s (Y/n)]
He let out a startled, confused stutter, and (Y/n) saw Sans holding back a laugh.
"H-hi, (Y/n)! I-I heard that you- that you were in monster territory!" Doug exclaimed.
"Ikh ahm," she answered. [I am.]
"O- oh… Wh- h-how are you calling the store, then?" He asked.
"Mohnsters hahve phohnes, Doug, theh're not uh strihctly hum'n thihng," she told him. [monsters have phones, Doug, they’re not a strictly human thing.]
A chortle escaped Sans at that.
"Oh… Um… Well, what can I do for you?" Doug asked. "You need someone to come out there and save you, or…" He trailed off, and (Y/n) was pretty sure it was because he was trying to think of what other reason she could have called, and if he could think of someone else to do it.
"Noh, Ikh dohn't neehd uh r-scue, Ikh just neehd toh hahve mhy job wh-n Ikh geht bahck," she told him. [no, I don’t need rescue, I just need to have my job when I get back.]
After a moment, Doug told her, "you've missed a bunch of shifts, (Y/n). Lots of no calls no shows."
"Doh y-u agreeh thaht b-ng in mohnst'r terr-tory as uh human is dahng'rous?" She asked. [Do you agree that being in monster territory as a human is dangerous?]
"Y-yeah," he agreed hesitantly, not sure where this was going.
"Y-u agreeh that wahlk-ng thr-gh mohnst'r terr-tory would be lihke walk-ng thr-gh uh wahr gr-nd?" She prompted. [You agree that walking through monster territory would be like walking through a war ground?]
"U- uh, y-yeah," he agreed hesitantly again.
"Thehn y-u agreeh thaht th-s fahlls under any l-w mahk-ng 't 'llehg-l to fihre uh 'mployeeh f-r b-ng tr-pp'd in uh w-r zohne?" She asked. [Then you agree that this falls under any law making it illegal to fire an employee for being trapped in a warzone?]
There was silence on the other end of the line.
Sans' sockets widened. She could be vicious when she wanted to…
It kinda turned him on.
"S-so- do you have an idea of when you'll be back?" Doug asked.
"W-r 's uh 'nprehd-ctable thihng," she answered, getting irritated that her voice was getting worse and worse with use. [War is an unpredictable thing.]
After she'd hung up, Sans commented, "gettin' tough wit 'em, huh?"
She shrugged with a sheepish grin. "Thre-t-ng lehg-l 'ction uhs-lly mahkes pehple d' wha's rihght." [Threatening legal action usually makes people do what’s right.]
Sans' tongue flicked over his teeth. It was still turning him on. Especially with that adorable squeak.
"Ohne mohre c-ll?" She asked. [One more call?]
Luckily, the call to her landlord went much easier, the secretary taking her information and making a note on her account, promising to do what they could about pausing the rent charges, or at least putting any actions on hold.
When she was done, (Y/n) hung up and handed the phone back to Sans.
She looked at her hands, rubbing them over each other. "Th-nks, S-ns." [Thanks, Sans]
Sans sat awkwardly for a moment before going back to looking for his other sock.
The mood had fallen, and his poor sweetheart seemed pretty down.
"y-you… uh- s-sweetheart, ya wanna come wit me?" He asked, his eyelights focused on the laundry, finally finding a sock.
(Y/n) looked up at him in question, careful hope in her eyes. "R...lly?" [Really?]
"yeah, doll," he told her, focused on grabbing a pair of shorts. "'s what th' c- ...thing, is fer, after all…"
The smile that grew on her face as she nodded made his soul throb.
Ccino!Sans! One of my favorite sans! I didn't have time to post this but I think he needs attention! So I decided to post it today! Hope y'all like it!
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