Role Reversal

Winner Winner Heated Dinner

Sans trekked up the stairs, his slippers thumping softly against the wood as he passed the hallway doors that lead to his, and the others rooms.

He paused at the end door, he felt pressure from under the door. He sighed and turned the knob. It had been unlocked for him, and him alone, he slipped in and the pressure built. It weighed on his body, he felt soft crackles in the air as he closed the door. He couldn't place the smell either, it was sweet, but sorta smelled like it was burning, he wasn't sure. His attention turned to the balcony where he knew she would be. Curled in her bed.

He walked to the small stairs that lead up to it and found her, she was shuffling under the covers whining lowly, the pressure centered around her, he could feel it. "(Y/N)." He called softly, her shuffling stopped and her head popped out from under the covers. Her face was flushed light purple. He walked over to the bed and kneeled on it, she watched his every move closely, anticipating.

He crawled up the bed, slowly pulling the sheets from her form. Her bones were glowing at the joints and ribs, she rolled over onto her back. She was bare for him to see.

"Sans," Her voice was soft and needy, he gulped trying to contain himself. This wasn't about him, this was about helping her... and science. "I need you."

He smashed his lips to her teeth forcing a gentle moan from her.

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You're tongue dived into his mouth, beckoning his to play. He gripped at the sheets near your head as he rubbed his tongue against yours, he subconsciously grinds into your hips causing you to buck into him. You let out whimpers of need, rubbing your bony hands over his chest, pulling at the fabric of his shirt as he pulled away and trailed kisses down her jaw, to your neck. His movements were hesitant, questioning if what he was doing was right for you.

"flying blind her sweetheart..." He pulls away with a light blush causing you to whine and grip at his shirt "D-don't stop... please you're doing fine." He looks you over and nods. "ok... just tell me what you like, i-i'll go from there." He traced down your ribs softly. A soft moan passed your mouth, your bones were so sensitive right now. "fuck that was hot." He chuckles looking your form over, one hand gripped through your ribs while the other fell to touch your spine.

Your body twitched and you gasped, his hands were so soft, so warm.

"did that hurt!?" He suddenly stilled, his eyes held worry that he hurt you. You shake your head "No! Just startled, felt good I swear." You put your hand over his in reassurance, trying to look past your lust for more. He inhaled softly and moved his hand down. Your back arched as you removed your hand to grip at the pillow below your head, your body was heating up quickly, holding yourself back from just pouncing him was tough but you managed.

His hand gripped your ribs tighter as he rubbed up and down your spine like piano keys. You shivered and moaned "is your spine always this sensitive?" He chuckled at your flushed face, his fingers dig into the grooves of your vertebrae, your legs quaked at the stimulation as your ribs glowed brighter and your magic started to solidify between your pubic arch. A pocket formed with your magic, resembling a vagina. Sans hummed in thought as he looked it over.

The hand that gripped your ribs trailed down your pelvis, rubbing at the bone before trailing down to rub at the magic folds.

You arched against him with a choked moan. Finally some stimulation you are very much needing. He rubs at the little nub.

"gonna be honest, this is weird." He spoke softly as he watched his hands rubbing up your spine as the others rubbed at your folds. "S-sorry." You apologized biting onto your knuckles shyly, your body subconsciously bucked into his touches as you whimpered in reaction.