Into The Night [Mafiatale Sans x Reader]

Chapter 3- Alone time

At the end of your dance you did your signature hair flip finish while softly panting your eyes locked with Sans. His eyes had pure look of desire.. One would describe as a hunger. Also feeling the fire inside you burning like a heated blaze. The crowd cheers snapping you back to reality, sweetly thanking the men around the stage, collecting the rest of their money they willingly tossed for you to have. You slowly stand up and start to exit the stage waving everyone goodbye but before hitting the curtain you peek back and see Sans put out his cigar, whispering the the manager. I'm sure it wants to see me... You feel that... You want to see him to. You weren't sure if it was because of the deep burning desire he seemed to make you feel when he was around. Looking at you with that deep and serious stare, it made your skin tingle. In a good way.. The manager knocks soon at the door, as you expected him to.  

"Hey (Y/N) a new customer wants a dance from you." He says, prompty smoking a cigarette and tapping on his clip board as if trying to figure something out. Probably trying to figure out a way to work with your new.. 'Living Conditions'. You nodded at the man and he goes back to focusing on his pile of paperwork, leaving you in the room alone again. Your face warms up knowing it must of been Sans, quickly freshening up and changing into a new outfit from the small wardrobe. Satisfied to find one you liked, putting it on giving on look over in the mirror before heading out. 

Approaching the familiar room, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door softly. With a small noise of comfirmation you open the door and step inside. As you thought.. it was him. You don't know why but a smirk lined your face "(S/N) at your service.."

Sans turned back looking you over a slight hue of blue on his cheeks, he huffed pleasantly. Taking into count your vibrant blue outfit, you didn't know if you purposely picked this outfit or if you subconsciously choose it. The top was a blue tube top under a bark blue shimmery fishnet shirt, while your bottoms were a matching g-string and thong. You didn't like to wear thongs often, they were a bit uncomfortable at times. You other accessories and shoes had other tints of the prominent color to tie it all together. Seeing how his eyes seemed to be taking in every inch of your skin, the more you began to heat up the pink flush enveloping you. "Hey sweet cheeks. Is your skin strawberry flavored or..."  he leaned in close to you, as your back pressed against the cool door making you shiver. Leaning in more he whispered, "are you just happy to see me?"  His low voice hummed through out your body causing your breath the shake.

Oh... I was having an affect on them. Sans smirked, looking more intentively on your reactions from what he was doing. Heh. How about this?  Slowly he slips out his magic glowing tongue sliding it against your cheek feeling the warmth of your skin only fueled his fire more. The touch made you shudder again, with a soft moan escaping your lips. Fuck...  

"Sans..." You speak out in a small heated voice, your eyes calling for him. You couldn't understand how out of anyone in the world to make you feel this way was the skeleton monster standing in front of you. His eye glowly dimly, everytime that happened your body seemed yo have the same effect.

Fuck indeed...  Not being able to fight it any longer Sans pins you to the door crashing into their lips onto yours. Wasting no time his fingers slide down your sides lifting your legs up to his waist. He enjoyed the way you were reacting to his touch, feeling the small shivers and hearing the small sounds you made.  The kiss deepens to heated exchanges of saliva, their tongue was so soft.. and sweet. Breaking the kiss for a moment to catch your breath. Looking at Sans, panting softly.. God it was intoxicating. Again you wondered what he was doing to your body, or was he was doing to you chest the same burning senstaion filling your heart. Wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, for more support in his embrace. Leaning in again to kiss each other again, desperately wanting to have more... I want more.. Give m-