Undertale smut

His burning touch (Grillby X reader)

"Hey do you wanna go to Grillby's?" Asked Sans, his hand out to you as you say on the couch. You were staying at the skele-bros house until Frisk freed them all.

"Sure..I have nothing better to do!" You say with a smile, taking his hand and watching your surroundings change from quiet and dark to bright and loud.

"Hey everyone!" Yelled Sans, seeing everyone inside of the bar turn to him and smile, waving and saying hi back to him.

"Well everyone seems to know you.." You chirp, a small smirk on your face as you followed him the the stools in front of the bar. You sat beside him and watched Grillby walk over.

Just by looking at him it made your heart race. You've developed a small crush for the hunk of fire and it wouldn't go away.

"Hey Grillby! The usual!" Said Sans with a smile, watching Grillby walk back into the kitchen and retrieve a bottle of ketchup and a basket of fries.

"For the lovely lady..and for Sans." Grillby spoke, his deep voice mesmerizing you. Your eyes never left his face as he placed the bottle of ketchup down for sans, only then for you to realize he caught you staring.

"U-um..thanks." You say looking down at your food, shoving fire after fire into your mouth. You felt like you were on fire as you were looking down at your fries.

'Goodness why does he do this to me?!'

You sigh and swallow your food, looking up to say something to Sans but only saw an empty bar stool.
"Sans?" You called out, looking around, not seeing him anywhere.

"He left just a second ago..said he had to return to work." Said Grillby in a husk voice, wiping the bar down with a damp rag.

"Oh.." Was all you could say as you watched him clean the bar, his muscles poking through his sleeves.

"You do like to stare don't you?" Spoke Grillby, his mouth whispering those words into your ear. Shivers went down your spine and your face turned red.

"I-um..! Well..n-no..um." Words rolled around in your mouth as you tried to explain but Grillby just chuckled and continued clean, watching everyone slowly leave the bar.

Reaching your hand into your basket of fries you notice they were all gone.

"Out of fries?" He asks, grabbing your basket, accidentally touching your hand.

You felt the warmth of his hand on yours, not even burning you. Your heart raced in your chest as you watched him walk away to the back.

Everyone was gone except for you both. Suddenly a crash rang from the kitchen, making you stand from your seat and hurry to the back.

You push open the door and saw Grillby on his butt with fries all over the ground and around him, his clothes soaked in the grease. His fire had no reaction to the grease on his body.

"Grillby are you okay?" You asked conserved, kneeling beside him as you remove some of the fries from his shirt.

"Y-yeah..slipped on some grease..that's all.." He groaned, slowly standing up with your help.

" could you go into the supply closet and grab my extra pair of clothes?" He asked, fixing his glasses on his face before he started to unbutton his shirt.

You nod slowly before heading to the back where you found the extra clothes neatly folded in a wooden chair.

You grab the clothes and walk back into the kitchen to see Grillby with just his pants on.

"Thank you..." He spoke softly, taking the clothes from your hands as you stared blankly at him.

"What is it?" He asked, looking down at you, setting his clothes down. " what is it about me that instinctively makes you want to stare?"