Sans AU One-Shots

❀Fresh❀ || roomies.

Pairing: Fresh Sans x Female Reader
Prompt: One night of gaming on the couch turns into something more when you slip up and admit feelings you were too scared to before, and Fresh handles it in a, uh, very Fresh way...
Type: smut
Length: 3.4k words
Background: You and Fresh are roommates - how that came about I'm not paid enough to figure out.
Notes: I've never been good at writing how he speaks, plus I don't want to make it any harder on people that translate my work to understand what's going on, so apologies if he seems a little OOC. (He's a hecking parasite and a pain to write, leave your Mamá alone 😭) | Requested by a lovely reader. 

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"Come on," you whispered, the sound breathy and full of longing. Fresh's fingers moved quicker as he leaned closer – nothing was pulling his attention from the prize. "Oh, please..."

"You're doing good, broski. Just an inch more." His encouragement helped you focus, and you gasped as you almost finished.

"Fresh, please just- Yes!" You threw your hands up in the air, nearly tossing your controller as the Ender Dragon was finally defeated, that last inch of health in the bar depleted as Fresh's Minecraft character punched the air in victory after landing the final blow.

"Atta girl!" Fresh leaned back on the couch under you with a wide grin. 'GG EZ' rolled across his shades as the two of you watched the credits roll, all that hard work finally paying off in a climactic finish.

"I've never been able to finish before!" Your eyes were bright as you did a little dance in your roommate's lap, tossing your controller onto the end table beside the couch by accident in your joy. "We won!"

"We for real took that dude to the shadow realm," he agreed, flashing his one golden tooth as you leaned back to smile up at him.

"The dragon didn't even know what hit him!" You let out a laugh, the excitement replacing the traces of adrenaline in your system. "Thanks for the help, I could literally just kiss you right now!" Only after it was out did it click just what exactly you said, and your expression froze in surprise as Fresh tilted his head.

"What was that, brosephine?"

"I-" Your throat closed up as you shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to cover for your screw up. The two of you had been thick as thieves ever since he moved in with you, so to so blatantly tell him you had feelings was...not on your bucket list. You were planning on carrying that secret to your grave, especially since you were fairly certain he was incapable of a relationship seeing as he was just a dirty parasite. "Nothing?"

He leaned over you, his shades switching to 'NICE TRY'. "Nah, broski, you definitely said something." You squirmed uncomfortably, and his hands snapped to your waist to keep you stationary as his head tilted even further. "Don't make this hard on your bro, just spill." He phrased it so casually, like he was asking you to tell him where you ran off to in Minecraft because you requested bones to make some doggy friends and he had to bring them to you.

"It doesn't matter." Your attempts to sweep it under the rug went about as well as trying to physically push your spoken words out of sight – aka you had no such luck.

His head dipped so his jaw almost touched your forehead and he chuckled. "Then why do you seem to be doing your darndest to hide it?"

"I- You-" Thoroughly flustered now, you could only slap your hands over your flaming cheeks in an effort to hide them.

Fresh's teeth quirked up as he sat back, adjusting his position under you with a brief raise of his hips to get more comfortable. "I heard ya earlier, brosephine, I'm just playing with ya."