Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 21 ~ Fireworks

You felt fireworks.

Thousands— no, millions— no, trillions, of explosions of color and warmth went off in your head. You hadn't even realized that there were actual fireworks blowing up in celebration because of the amount of excitement blasting in your head. All you knew was that you felt over the moon, and kissing Sans was the best thing you had ever experienced.

Your hand was still cradling his jaw, which had gone slack in your fingertips. Your other hand trailed up to his skull, holding his cheekbone— which had surprisingly felt much smoother than you had expected— to deepen the kiss. It felt like touching something akin to chalk, without the excess dust sprinkling on your fingertips.  His teeth moved perfectly on your lips, and he tasted so damn good. 

Fiery goosebumps snaked along the skin where he placed his hands, and as he slid them around your waist, your body was pulled closer to him.  It gave you the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, which you took.  You just wanted to stay there forever.  It felt... indescribable.  Like a dream.  Like the best dream you had ever had.

After another moment, you drew away, and your eyes— half-lidded— opened again.  You met his.  His pupils were luminous when his sockets revealed them, bright with love and passion.

You could finally say it.

"Sans, I... I love you, too."

You could just see a small smile emerge on his teeth, slowly spreading across his face.

"really, (y/n)?" He asked, pupils brighter than you had ever seen them before.  He looked so cute, all uppity and excited about this.  You hastily nodded your head, an uncontrollable beam glowing on your lips.  You hadn't felt so happy in a long time.

Before you knew it, Sans had pressed his teeth back to your lips, more passionately— confidently this time, and tangled his phalanges in your short, (F/C) hair. You let a smile twinge against his teeth, a lovey haze blurring all your other emotions. Subconsciously, your hands had linked tighter around his neck so that he was even closer to you. You could still feel the fireworks. Billions of bursts of ecstasy just fired away in your mind. Your soul was pounding wildly in your chest, finally getting the satisfaction it desired. 

Kissing the cold, rude, yet soft-souled, and adorable skeleton you had hopelessly fallen for felt like something you would dream for.  To hear that he actually loved you back just made it all the better.

You felt something strange, soft, and wet graze your bottom lip, but you quickly realized that it was Sans' tongue.  He was asking for your permission to go further.  As a silent invitation for his desire, you parted your lips ever so slightly to allow his tongue inside your mouth.

You did not regret it.

It seemed to make the kiss so much more passionate, and he tasted so good.  He pressed against you a little harder, but you succumbed to it, feeling your soul buck harder in your chest.  As his teeth gently sank into your lip, you found yourself breathing a soft (and honestly slightly embarrassing) moan.  A cherry red burned at your cheeks, and your soul blasted with an intense wave of pleasure.  A gasp surfaced from you, but your desire pulsed through your limbs enough to push you back towards him.

After another moment of absolute pure bliss, you both drew from the passionate embrace.  You stared into the eyes of the skeleton whom you used to despise, and felt a vibration echo out of his soul— directed at yours. 

Sweet lovesick feelings pulsated in your being as a result of the call from his soul, and you could feel your soul calling back to his, returning his emotions.  His smile was wide, gleaming brighter than the stars themselves. Full moons acted as his pupils, glowing widely, almost in disbelief. He shook his head, still gazing into your irises with a genuine grin on.