A Monster To Love

Chapter 2: His Dollface

"...A date?" Frisk asked with uncertainty as she and Sans stood up.

Sans nodded, a smirk hitting his teeth as he took a step closer.

"Yeah, a date," he cocked his head to the side and looped a lock of her hair around his finger, then let it loose. A flame flickered in his eye as he pinned her against the wall, pressing his hands forcibly to the bricks. He had her trapped between himself and the wall of the school. She gasped nervously at the sudden action, and seemed to stiffen, but she covered her vulnerability as soon as it showed.

He growled deeply as a smirk grew to his blade-like teeth, his golden tooth shimmering brightly.

"So, dollface, you wanna head out?" He asked her seductively, leaning in closer.

His breath hit her face, and her gaze fell to his teeth, but she brought it back up to his eyes. Her lids dropped a bit, showing him that his attempts were successful.

She let a smile fall to her face, brought her hands up to his chest, and bit her lip.

"You mean..." she began, tracing her hands down his shirt sexily. "...now?"

His tongue flicked out of his mouth, strikingly close to her face, and glowing bright red.

"Maybe in a minute, dollface."

He brought his face down to her's hungrily, ravenous for her taste. He let his tongue explore her mouth, savoring her flavor. She responded right back, sucking and nibbling on his tongue as she kissed him.

Sans put his left hand to her face, lifting it to go deeper. He let himself sink his teeth slightly into her lip, not enough to do harm, but enough to earn Frisk's hands around his neck as they made out.

She gasped against him, like surfacing from water, yet responded with the same passion as Sans dipped again to get another taste of her. He took hold of her wrists from around his neck and pushed them above her head. He did a small gesture with his fingers and several red bones pinned her hands where he had held them.

He smirked as he trailed his bony hands from her hands down to her waist, receiving a slight gasp from Frisk. She bit her lip to quiet herself as Sans went for her neck, sucking on her skin. He slid his hands to her thighs, running them down the fishnet pattern along her legs.

Sans heard her letting out soft noises that sounded like muffled moans. He sank his teeth into her neck, leaving marks and drawing slight blood, but also earning loud and pleasured moans escaping her sweet lips.

His tongue slid along her skin as he laid dark hickeys and bite marks across her neck. She moaned again, and her face flushed red from the pleasure.

"Damn, dollface, I didn't know you tasted so delicious..." He growled into her neck as he laid another bite to her skin.

Frisk gasped a moan, feeling her knees go weak as he brought his face up to meet her blushing and slightly gasping one.  He lifted her chin up so she was looking to his eyes as she chewed on her lip blissfully.

"You wanna go on that date, now?" He asked her in a deep and slightly dominant voice.

She smiled a dirty grin.

"Where to?"

***

Two weeks later...

Sans turned the corner of the hallway, expecting to see his dollface waiting for him by his locker, but she wasn't right there. She was much further down the hall.

Someone—some guy—had her pressed up against the lockers, but he didn't look intimidating, he looked nervous.

Sans felt his eye roar in... anger, was it? He didn't want to admit he was jealous.