Best of Dom!Sans x reader

"You look so good like this."

By Oshann on Ao3

Okay, that's it.
No turning back now.

Sighing, you nervously ran a hand through your hair as you sat on the edge of the large bed in Sans' room. You have known him for half a year now. After getting past his intimidating look you mustered the courage to chat with him a few times at his hot-dog stand. You found yourself enjoying his company, even if he was a rude asshole, he never did anything inappropriate. Well he tried, but always stopped when told 'no!'. Soon enough you two went for some drinks, then movie night with his friends, then random outings, and now... The two of you had been dating for about four months, and things couldn't be better. You could tell he genuinely cared about you, even if he didn't phrase it a lot, you could see it in his behaviour. He always acted so edgy and tough, but you knew better. Sans was considerate, and despite his laziness he never hesitated to go out of his way to please you.

And the sex... Oh the sex.

Sleeping with him was the best, you could even say magical. His laid-back demeanour didn't show in bed at all. Sans' way was... passionate, to say the least. Once your cuddling sessions get steamy he wouldn't give you the opportunity to do much while he furiously, almost aggressively, pounded you into his bed.

Or yours. Or the kitchen counter. Or even up against a wall that one time you came home after spending the day away teasing him, sending lewd pictures of you during his work shift. You didn't even have the time to take off your coat.

A few days ago you questioned him about his wild behaviour during sex, and told him that you didn't mind the slightest once you saw the look of dread in his eyes. He confessed to you his... appetites, and how he couldn't muster the courage to speak to you about them yet.
But he eventually did, and after a lengthy conversation you agreed to try them out with him.

And now, there you were, sitting in his bed. Papyrus was gone with Undyne for the night, something to do with "TEACHING THIS STUPID FISH THAT SPAGHETTI IS BETTER FOR CAPTURING HUMANS THAN SPEAR TRAPS", whatever it means. Go Paps. Don't burn anything down please.

Sans was taking a shower, leaving you alone. Your earlier confidence was long gone, replaced by ever growing nervousness. For the occasion, you have decided to wear your nicest matching black bra and panties that never failed to make you feel confident and sexy. Well, almost never. Now you just felt tense and a bit silly by being so apprehensive.

The door to the room opened, bringing you back from your thoughts. Sans walked in, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He smirked once he saw you waiting for him in your underwear.

Your boyfriend tossed the towel on the messy floor. Oh wow. How could you ever get tired of seeing him naked? He towered above you, being two heads taller, and he looked so strong and sturdy with his thick white bones that you can't help but drool whenever he took his shirt off. He would see your face and always say ' 's nothin' worth gushing over babe, it's just bones', to which you would always reply, 'I know, but they're yours'. He then would shrug and act like it was no big deal, but you knew by his subtle red blush that he loved you praising him.

Yeah, you liked a skeleton. And he liked you back a skele-ton, as he would say.

" s this all fer me, baby?" Sans' deep gravely voice rumbled in his chest, a smug smile on his face. His golden fang glistened in the light as he walked towards you.

You nodded and watched him sat next to you on the bed.

"heh, ya shouldn't have. ya know they won't stay on ya long anyway" He tugged at your panties with his sharp fingers, as to make a point.