Sans x Reader !Requests Open! Relaunch

Day 1 Body Worship Classic x Fem! Reader

"look, kid, i know you mean well, but is this really gonna work?"

      Sans' nervous voice broke the silence. Papa had left, which left Sans all alone. Leaving him perfectly open to my plans. I smirked, pushing his chest so he had to lay back down.

"Re-lax. I'm not going to hurt you"

Sans rubbed the sweat from his skull, admitting defeat as he flopped back down on his bed. His smile faultering just slightly.

"that's not what i'm worried about..."

He mumbled, words barely above a whisper. I placed my hands on his shoulders and massaged them a little to help him relax.

"There's nothing to worry about, your perfect Sans."

My voice was soft, alluring, and I could just see the shivers that went down his spine. His face flushed, grin faultering. He was extremely insecure. We had been dating for years now, but never had sex. Until tonight. As much as I wanted to give him time, my needs were dangerously low and 'play time' with myself wasn't enough. I loved him and I wanted him. I just wish he could believe it.

I watched his face as I began lifting his shirt, his eyelights flickering down quickly. His grin tightened, back arching as if to get away. Not that easily he wouldn't. He was mine tonight.

"do you want a safe word?"

I asked, trying to be more comforting and let him know I'd stop if he wanted me to, but he shook his head. His figers were gripping the sheets tightly and he looked, braced? As if some large impact was about to crush him to the bed.

"n-no. i trust you"

I smiled reassuringly, and pulled his shirt over his head, having gone slow to not freak him out. He squeaked, delights quickly glancing away in shame.

"see, kid. i'm not exactly... 'all that' "

I didn't answer. To busy admiring his beautiful bones, they looked like smooth ivory. My silence wasn't comforting, however, as Sans started to get teary.

"i understand if you don't wanna be together anymore...."

I snapped out my stupor, looking up at his depressed face.

"What?"

Sans wouldn't look at me, so I grabbed his cheeks and forced him to. His eyelights were watery and tears were beading the bottom of his sockets. His smile gone and grim.

"i'm so.... ugly. i mean, why would you wanna be with a bag of bones like-"

"Sans"

"your so pretty and-and here i am. no redeeming qualities, poor humor, disgusting, fat, and lazy-"

"Sans! You are not! I love your humor and attitude, I love that we can just chill on the couch and not have to do anything. Besides, your not fat-"

I leaned down and kissed the tears from his eye-sockets, before whispering to his skull

"Your a skeleton"

Sans snorted, reaching up to hold my sides. He still seemed a little afraid. I pulled away a little, smiling at him as I ran my hands along his sternum, carressing every rib. Sans let out a small moan at the touches, looking up at me with adoration.

"Your beautiful. Your ribs are so smooth and strong.... so soft somehow. Feel that?"

I asked softly, ducking my hand into his ribcage to feel the ridges of his hidden spine. Sans gasped, jolting up in pleasure.

"Your so responsive... Sensitive... God, i love you. Your reactions to my touch. I love the feeling of your bones, smooth and rigid..."

Sans could only pant as I carressed and rubbed anything I could reach. Fingers stratching lightly and digging into every little crevice. My nails traced the top (bottom?) of his spine towords his pelvis. My fingers hooked under his waistband as my eyes met his. He was flushed, blushing and panting. He was so cute... Such a turn on. He nodded, hesitant, but willing.