Sanscest/Fontcest Fluff and/or Smut One/Multi-Shots [Requests On Hold]

~Happy New Years Pt. 3 - Human ErrInk

(Or PaperJam, whatever...)

(~ = smut)

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Ink forced me to join in the countdown at Nightmare's party. I refused to do so until we reached eight, so I mumbled along to my colorful boyfriend's enthusiastic counting.

"Seven, six, five, four, three, two..." I said dully.

Ink grabbed my face, sending my heart rate skyward, shouted "One!" and kissed me amongst the cheers. I kissed him back, shivering a bit when he wrapped his arms around my neck to pull me down to his slightly lower level. My hands snaked around his lean waist.

He pulled away, giving me a little smirk.

"What?" I asked him as his eyes sparkled.

"Do you like my body that much?" he asked, hanging on my neck, "You've only seen it twice..."

I grumbled, letting go of him. But he continued to hang on my neck, smirking.

Luckily, a thump right next to us drew our attention. Nightmare was passed out on the floor, completely unconscious. I looked up to see Cross smirk before dragging Dream away.

"He's gonna pay for that," I sighed. Ink cocked his head in their direction before turning a smirk to me.

"You know," he drew a finger down my chest, "We have a room to ourselves...Everyone here is passed out or half-asleep already. No one would hear us...We could do whatever we want~"

You kinky bastard, I thought smugly.

"I dunno, Inky..."

"C'mon, Ruru," he whined quietly, "Let's have some New Years fun!" He grabbed fistfuls of my jacket and started to pull me along the hallway.

"Seriously, Ink, I'm not sure we should..."

"If Cross is gonna do it, then so can we," Ink protested firmly. We were almost at the guest rooms, just in time to see Cross drag Dream excitedly to Dream's bedroom on the other side of the mansion.

"But you're so loud, babe..." I whispered as Ink tugged me alone.

He turned to me, grinning evilly, "Then gag me."

You really are a kinky bastard... "Why did I ever agree to do this with you...?"

Ink just giggled in response, flipping his colorful hair out of his eyes. He reached our room and pushed me inside, shutting the door behind him before approaching me, smiling seductively.

"A-aren't you going t-to lock it?" I asked, backing away from him. As much as I might love him, touching still freaked me out a lot. Even his soft, tingling, artist's touch...

"Who's going to bother us, Ruru?" he put his hands on my shoulders, gently pushing my jacket down as he rubbed them. "No one's awake enough to hear us...Not this far away from the party..." Suddenly he shoved me down on the bed, standing front of me while I recovered from the push. Leaning back on my elbows I watched as he began to rock his hips a little.

Slowly, he tugged his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Smirking seductively, he crossed his arms in front of him as he grabbed the hem of his shirt. Sliding it up inch by inch, he made sure he had my attention before pulling off his shirt and letting it join his jacket. I licked my lips without thinking as I took in his lean, muscular waist, his firm yet soft abs, his perfect, even pecks... He turned around, grabbing the hem of his pants. He tugged them down, rocking them between his hands as he kept up his little hip rocking motion. He slowly crouched, taking his pants all the way to the floor before standing up. As he stood, he dragged his delicate artist's hands over his calves, thighs, and holding his ass as he turned around and winked at me. Stepping out of his pants, he walked over and straddled me, sitting on my waist on the edge of the bed. He still had on his boxers, a colorful paint splatter pattern on them.