Fell Sans x Reader (Smut + Fluff)

Pocky Kiss (Smutty)

"Ugh," Sans huffs under his breath before aggressively grabbing your face with his sharp skeletal fingers and turning your head to look at him, "Stop moving, will ya?"

You stare up at him, your face full of blush as you gently attempt at pulling your head away, the pocky still in your mouth.

He leans in close to you and bites off the other end of the pocky stick, which, upsettingly, was the good side with all of the flavor.

"Mm.. You have a bit of.." Sans stops his sentence and licks your lips, licking off the crumbs from the pocky while also leaving some drool behind.

"There ya go.."

You blush and squirm in his grip, closing your eyes and whimpering at the sensation of his tongue against your lips.

He then leans in again as your eyes are still closed and steals a kiss from you, his red tongue exploring your mouth. You open your eyes wide as you feel his tongue enter your mouth and try to pull away again, more aggressively this time.

"What did I say about squirming, eh, dollface?" His tone is deep and agitated sounding as he grabs your hair and pulls it, jerking your head back.

You let out a whimper, a subtle feeling of pain shooting through your body.

"Shut up." he growls then leans in close to your neck, before bititing down hard with his sharp teeth, giving you little to no room to move as he's still keeping a hold your hair, even harder than before now.

"Hngh! W-Would it kill you to be gentle..?" You whine under your breath.

"Gentle ain't really my strong point, sweetheart," he chuckles, "But sorry 'bout your neck, looks like it'll bruise."

He takes a step back, examining his work on your neck with an amused expression on his face.

He grabs the package of pockys and takes another one out.

"Let's try again. This time you kiss me." He purrs, resting the pocky between his teeth.

It's surprising that his teeth aren't pointy enough to break the treat in half immediately..

Your face becomes even more flustered, and his becomes even more amused.

He stares at you with his wide grin as you fight back the urge to cover your face with a pillow and scream.

He knows that you're shy and get embarrassed easily, and that's exactly why he's having you do it this time.

That, and the fact that you wouldn't stop pulling away from him when he was initiating the kiss.

"Well? I'm waiting." His tone is slightly more irritated now. You realize that you've been standing still and contemplating for a while now.

"I- Okay.." You mumble, gently inching closer to him.

You notice that the closer you get, the hotter your face feels. It's so embarrassing, he probably notices too.

NOT FINISHED YET, WORK IN PROGRESS

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