Sans AU One-Shots

❀Dream❀ || saturday. (HS)

Pairing: Demon King! Dream Sans x Summoner! Female Reader
Prompt: It's the demons' heat week, but instead of Nightmare, (Y/n) summoned Dream. Poor Dream has been trying to ignore his urges all week, but his mate won't leave him hanging.
Length: 4.1k words
Background: This was in His Summoner (hence the HS in the title) as part of a spicy week-long bonus thing where each of the guys got a day of the week with Y/n to claim her. The goal of the heat week is procreation (i.e. making babies) and after mating, the heat urges go away. | As previously stated, this was meant to be 'In an Alternate Timeline where Y/n summoned Dream instead of Nightmare...' as a fun little bonus to my bonuses - Dream wasn't on the docket but I wanted to write him something. | Takes place on Saturday - the last day of their heat.
Notes: Them being a demon only changes how tall they are (at/over 6'4"), their power (they're much stronger than humans), and how they see Y/n (among other things I explore in my full-length story that aren't relevant for this smut-shot). 

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This week had been rather difficult for Dream, but it was almost over. He was used to dealing with the problem that came with his heat on his own—which is to say: he ignored it because he didn't have a mate nor felt comfortable enough 'relieving' himself—but now he was in the human world with a beautiful human mate. This would've been a good thing if he felt comfortable enough sharing his problem with her, but she was a sweet human and he didn't want to do her the discourtesy of sleeping with her only to relieve his urges. He didn't know the first thing about pleasing her, and unlike his brother who would do some research and learn and act confident like he knew what he was doing, Dream was not that way. It was probably his altruism, but he wanted to make her as happy as he possibly could for such a special occasion. It was a bonding moment between mates, and while it was arguably less special due to the heat, doing it perfectly still mattered to him. She was his Queen, and she deserved to feel as such.

Dream sighed heavily, leaning against the kitchen counter tiredly. He'd been up late pondering what he should do so he hadn't slept with (Y/n) like he usually did. That had become a routine this week as well. Bless her pure soul, but she liked to be the little spoon and press her ass up against him when they cuddled, and that was a recipe for disaster this week. The thought brought a golden blush to his cheekbones and he looked down at himself, embarrassed at how ready to go his body was. He wanted her badly. Even if he liked to pretend it was all the heat, he'd wanted to bring up the topic of mating a number of times, but he'd been too shy before. Maybe this was his chance.

"Hey Dreamy!" (Y/n)'s voice broke into his thoughts and he quickly looked up, smiling brightly, before he froze.

"Oh stars..." he groaned. (Y/n) was dressed in a low cut tank top that exposed just enough midriff to tease the (s/c) skin underneath and gave him a perfect view of her chest, and panties that hugged her ass and hips perfectly. He quickly planted his hips into the kitchen counter so she couldn't see just what exactly she was doing to him as his eyelights ran all the way up her legs, thighs, hips, stomach, chest, and finally landed on her sweet, beautiful face.

"You didn't want to sleep last night?" she asked softly, her gaze concerned as she walked over to gently set a hand on his golden cheekbone. Her thigh brushed his and he had to force his hands down against the counter to stop himself from pulling her closer.

Dream shook his head, forcing a smile. "I don't need nor require sleep, sol. You know this." He slept beside her so often she was almost able to convince herself he needed sleep just like her—though he just adored the feeling of safety her warm presence gave him, and hardly ever passed up on the chance to rest with her in his arms.

She smiled softly, her (e/c) eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "I just miss you." His comforting embrace every night was something she looked forward to, but it had been lacking all week along with his love of hugging her from behind and pressing sweet, loving skeleton kisses against her neck while she prepared her coffee.