Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

🦴BONUS🦴 - SATURDAY (DREAM)

Hehe, surprised? So! How does a good, upstanding age old Demon King go from not wanting to mate with anyone that isn't his one and only to fucking you senseless? Well, I suppose you'll have to find out, won't you?

Dream stood at the head of the kitchen table, eyes narrowed as he studied each of the Stars and Error. All of them were acting normally, not a hint of the heat that was still actively plaguing his every thought—like their urges had been satisfied. His socket twitched. It was the last day of their heat and thus the most excruciating, and despite his over 500 years of experience dealing with it, nothing else came remotely close to just how badly he was affected. So to see that he was the only one dealing with this was rather irksome.

"[Summoner,]" he mentally called out. Their mental link had been severed all week—though he hadn't the foggiest idea why, he strongly suspected it had something to do with his pushing her away at the start of the week—but with his increased desire to mate came an increased desire to bond with her. His soul craved her even more than his body yearned for hers, and something that deep was harder to ignore than just a purely sexual craving. But she wasn't his mate and thus he must abstain from such impure acts.

"[I'm up in the bath,]" (Y/n) mentally replied, already foreseeing his question asking where she was. She was the only one not downstairs in the kitchen, after all.

"[Stars,]" he cursed, gritting his teeth as he quickly turned to leave the kitchen as the others continued solidifying their plans. His mind was so impure that her simply mentioning being in the bath instantly sparked the mental image of her being naked and waiting for him, and he had to force it from his mind quickly in the hopes of her not catching wise. He'd had a good handle on his thoughts up until this point, but Saturday was always the worst when it came to their heat.

It was almost tiring being horny for a week straight so Dream couldn't exactly blame the others for relieving themselves with his summoner's help, but even if technically (Y/n) wasn't his, he couldn't shake the possessive feeling he got whenever he thought about the others touching her like that. He was normally sympathetic to their struggle—casting no judgment when it came to how they dealt with their heat—but as soon as his summoner was involved, he wanted to keep her as far away from them as he could. Part of him wondered if she only slept with them to get back at Dream for him pushing her away, but even if canonically he wasn't ready to admit maybe she was made for him, his body knew something he didn't, and his insatiable desire for her was a glaring clue to that.

"[What?]" (Y/n)'s confused reply came to him as he made it up the stairs and turned to walk towards her bedroom. "[My week has been long and hard, alright?]"

Dream actually growled as he strode faster, anger flashing in his normally calm eyelights. "[I do not wish to know what the others did to you.]"

"[They didn't hurt me, don't worry.]" Even her sweet voice didn't calm him, and he almost slammed open her bedroom door, catching it right before it hit the wall then throwing it closed. "[Whoa, are you alright?]" He could feel her worry a second before he saw her, pushing open the door to the bathroom connected to her bedroom to see her relaxing in a bathtub of bubbles and steamy water. Her (e/c) eyes were wide as she looked up at him, her stress multiplying at seeing his clear anger, and she sat up in the tub, the bubbles just covering her cleavage. "Did something happen?"

"You made love to all of my demons?" Dream asked, each word slow and measured.

(Y/n)'s face flushed as her eyes darted away, and she played with her hair as she sat back in the tub like she was trying to hide under the layer of bubbles on the surface of the water. "They all wanted my help so I helped them. It's not that deep." Her embarrassment highlighted her rosy cheeks in a way that made her cute, and he sighed as he leaned against the wall opposite the toilet and sink. The bathtub was at the back of the bathroom along one wall, and from Dream's angle, he was facing (Y/n)—it was only a shame the bubbles were in the way or he'd be able to see every inch of her body.