Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

🦴BONUS🦴 - MONDAY (SWAP)

I want to make it very clear that you can skip any of these bonuses you wish, you will miss nothing by skipping them, and you will not hurt my feelings by not reading them. Never read smut because you feel like you have to - regardless of whatever reasoning you come up with as an excuse. Weekly updates will resume as normal so you won't go without content, and be mature if you decide to enjoy this bonus spicy content🫶

The soft tunes playing through the music player in the living room were almost drowned out by the panting and gasping of the two people in the room, and Swap let out a loud groan as he held (Y/n) tightly. "I am so close, human!"

"You were really close that time," (Y/n) said lightly between heavy breaths, patting his arm as he let out a heavy huff. The two of them had been going at it for at least an hour now, and though they were both working up a sweat, it was a lot of fun, too. (Y/n) was out of practice dancing, but she was doing her best to guide Swap through the art form, teaching him exactly how Dance taught her, and he was getting a good grasp of it. There were always new things to learn as with any art form, new things to perfect or new moves to try, so while (Y/n) didn't know everything—even Swap taught her some new moves—the two of them were becoming nigh on perfect dance partners.

Swap put on a confident grin as he lightly squeezed (Y/n)'s hips from where she stood in front of him, his breathing coming in less obvious gulps as his chest rose and fell more steadily. Even for a demon, his stamina impressed her. It was his idea to workout, and at the chance to dance with both an enthusiastic and capable dance partner, she took the opportunity willingly. He had been tossing her around for over an hour and only just now had he stopped to regain his breath.

(Y/n) was dressed in clothes fit to be thrown around in: short black bike shorts that hugged her body snugly and a baby blue sports bra. She hadn't seen any other demons since Swap asked her to dance, leaving her as his sole focus, and his eyelights never strayed far from her. She knew it likely had to do with his heat week but she didn't mind the extra lavishing attention, and even if she didn't think her body was perfect, Swap's eyelights never once appeared anything but admiring. She suggested putting on a shirt if she was too distracting but he objected before she even finished the sentence, stating it would hinder her movement and she deserved to walk around in all her angelic beauty.

"I still don't know how you can pick me up so easily," (Y/n) muttered, shaking her head in bemusement at the Demon Lord.

"Picking you up is not the issue, it's how I do it in time with the song while also spinning, throwing you, then catching you." Swap ran his eyelights up and down her body, thinking deeply as his hands stayed nestled comfortably on her hips. The two of them had been attempting this particular move for at least 15 minutes with no success, and while the last try was nearly perfect, Swap messed up the timing and thus only tossed her a couple inches up.

"You got it." (Y/n) patted his arms again. "Dance always told me you feel the rhythm in your soul and it moves the rest of your body in time. That's what it felt like around him, like he was encouraging your very soul to dance with him, and he told me that's what it feels like when you're around your dance partner."

"Ah, that's what this feeling is!" Swap's blue eyelights shifted to exclamation marks, and he hoisted her up into his arms, resting her ass against his hips so her legs could wrap around his hips to keep herself there. "Then I am sure I will do it this time!" His enthusiasm was infectious, and she smiled up at him.

"You got this, Swap." (Y/n) bopped her head to the beat just like Dance used to do for her, like a visible metronome, and Swap mentally counted it off before pulling her away from his body and holding her in the air, spinning with her as her legs spread like she was meant to be sailing through the air like a ballerina, then he stopped for a half second to toss her into the air perfectly, giving her just enough time to reach up and touch her toes in the middle of the arch, then fall back down into his arms.