The crisp crystal-lights beamed through the window to let you know morning had arrived, its enthusiasm waking you up feeling fresh and full of vigor. You sat up and stretched, the blanket once again sliding down to your waist. Glancing down at it, you smiled sweetly. Sans must have placed it back on you after you passed out.

Oh my god. Sans.

Last night played through your head a few times, and to make sure it wasn't a lie or a dream, your fingers slowly slid beneath your panties. It had retained their pleasant moisture throughout the night, and in fact, was still very sensitive. A sharp gasp hitched in your throat as proof, sealing your airway for a brief moment before you pull away. You let out a hot breath with half lidded eyes; not minding at all, if Pap wasn't around, if Sans wanted to go for round two.

While no one else was awake yet to your knowledge, you slipped on your shorts and looked out the window, admiring the scenery. You turn your head slightly, soft steps on the staircase grabbing your attention. Sans casually walked down, yawning in your presence. Blush rose to your cheeks immediately and you opened your mouth to say something.

"H-Hey, good morning, Sans." You managed, your face red with nerves and embarrassment. Catching his attention, he looked up at you, the faintest blue rising to his cheeks.

"Morning, Kiddo." He said, yawning towards you again. A silence drew in after that, your body becoming tense as he waited patiently for you. Finally you manage to try and speak until Papyrus stormed down the stairs.

"GOOD MORNING, BRO! GOOD MORNING HUMAN! I SEE YOU ARE BOTH UP EARLY TO ENJOY MY LATEST INVENTION OF SPAGHETTI!" Papyrus seemed to be already dressed in his regular clothes, a chefs hat and a pink frilly apron to top it off. You couldn't help but give in to a little giggle. You were so surprised and awestruck by Sans that you had almost forgotten that Papyrus was even here. For the past two weeks you had also been giving tips on spaghetti and how you used to enjoy it at home, and for that, Pap has been putting a little extra determination into it to make you love his concoctions even more. Surprisingly, he has improved, even if it was just a little.

"I'd love some." You say happily, giving him a pat on the back for encouragement; and off he wandered into the kitchen, pots and pans clanging together. Your gaze falls back to Sans, who was still looking at you intently. Glancing for just a moment at the kitchen entranceway, you close the distance between you and the shorter skeleton. "S-Sans..." Your blush plastered itself on your face again. "About last night... I, uh, hope something like that happens again." In the end you couldn't tell him how you felt about him. How romantically attached you were to him. His eyes narrow, a blue flare flashing for a moment and your heart jumping. You watched as his grin grew wider when he began to lean in.

"You just can't wait to bone me, can you?" His whispered. You suddenly felt a warm and slick thing press against the back of your ear. Trying to keep quiet, a soft squeak emerged from your throat and automatically, your hands were gripping Sans by the shoulders. He leaned back, his eyes they're normal white pinholes, a deep blue fading from one of them. His grin shaped into that of a smirk and his eyes were ever so slightly narrowed. The skele-bro was very pleased with your reaction. "Don't worry, babe." You shudder, your breath already uneven and hot. "I'll take very good care of you tonight." Goosebumps ran down your spine as you released him from your grip.

And so, after a round of mediocre spaghetti and a few TV shows, the evening had jumbled by. Every minute had felt like an hour as you awaited Sans' return home. It was only five o' clock in the evening and you would have to wait another five hours. Papyrus had just left for Undyne's, apparently having something planned beforehand, and you were far too eager to wait that long doing nothing. Fuck it. You thought to yourself, planting the front of your body lengthwise against the couch. Taking a deep breath, you inhaled the sweet fragrance of Sans, your body shuddering with mental stimulation. You tried to imagine last night, his bony appendages rocking your body hard, the wet slapping noises still echoing in your mind.

"S-Sans..." You moan while rubbing your clit, needy breaths escaping your throat. Panting softly, you slip a finger between the folds of your vagina and circle the entrance, attempting to mimic what he had done. You try to imagine what dirty words he'd call you while caressing your body...

"I see you've been feeling very bonely without me." You heard. It took you a moment to realize that that voice wasn't from your imagination. You look up, frozen. There he was. "I'm back a bit early today. Tibia-nest (to be honest), I kind of expected this." He slid off his coat and hung it on the backside of the couch. He was smirking pleasantly at you again with narrowed eyes, that deep glowing blue reappearing.

"Sans..." You groan, raising your hips. "P-please..." You beg, watching him slowly walk around to your other side. "You're being pretty vulgar today aren't you?" He was getting an idea of how you wanted to be treated, how badly you wanted him to dominate you. You watch as he created a slick blue tongue, longer and thicker than what you'd expect to be normal. He could hear you pull in a shocked breath. Chuckling, he traced his fingers around your rump, but the daintiness only lasted a few seconds before he pulled your ass into a tight grip. You could feel his breath on your skin, its heat tingling against both of your holes.

You could feel his gaze on you, watching as your juices slowly dripped down between your thighs. Your face flushed heavily as you tucked it in between your arms and the couch. "Oh, we're not having any of that." He said softly, in that low dominant tone. A second passed as he flipped you onto your back, letting him see every inch of you. You whimper softly and uncover your face, which he so desperately wanted to see; and you knew he wouldn't advance until you did. As you uncovered your eyes and met his gaze, one white pupil had disappeared and the other formed into that frightening and seductive blue flame. Your pulse grew quickly and your breath caught for a moment.

"Sans..." You breathe, seducing the skeleton to begin. He drew up one long lick over both entrances, making you shiver with pleasure. Your thighs trembled against his skull, his grin grew wider. He used his bony fingers to spread the lips of your vagina, studying it for a brief moment before descending his tongue. The tip flicked over your clit gingerly, his deep blue eye watched your every movement. Watching every twitch at the corners of your mouth, every time you shut your eyes to enjoy the ecstasy, and every time you'd avert your gaze from his due to your embarrassment. It was great.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He spoke clearly, weirding you out, because at the moment his mouth was full. You blushed harder. Chuckling, he continued to lick. A moan erupted from your throat as his slick blue appendage rubbed firmly against your clit, the feeling indescribable. Translucent blue saliva dribbled down between your legs, warm and sticky.

"Sans, please." You mutter, gesturing for him to put his tongue in. He looked through you. Eyes half-lidded, eyebones raised,and grin growing wider. A soft blue blush formed on his cheekbones. He was the definition of aroused.

"Oh, I'll give you something better..." He murmured. Your eyes widened as he raised your hips, positioning you appropriately for what he was about to do. You watch as his tongue dissipates into a blue smoke, the thick fog curling in between and through his ribs until it reached his pelvis. It began to solidify and transform. Now your eyes were really wide. His thick cobalt blue dick pressed sweetly against your pussy, and you look up to meet his eyes. Holy shit. Just the look on his face made you at least three times as wet. You groaned and whimpered at his touch, his thick bony hands gripping the weight of your hips. You felt your heart hammer in your chest.

"P-please... Bone me..." Was all you could muster. Cheesy as usual, but that made it all the more fun. And your wish, was his to command. He looked down for just a moment to make sure he was at the right angle, pushing in slowly. Looking back up, he watched as your facial expressions twisted and turned. The thickness and length was so perfect, your eyes and heart fluttered as the head pushed inward. Hot steamy breaths escaped as he penetrated further until, finally, he reached the end. Your jaw dropped automatically and you both took a few seconds to relish this moment. Sans leaned forward and gave you a soft peck on the lips. You looked up at him, pleading him with your eyes to start moving. His eyes flashed brighter for a split second, lust filling him to the brink. At first he started off slow, but gradually worked his way faster.

The thrusts were deep and relentless when he got to the point. Your breasts jiggled and swayed as he rocked your entire body, the slapping noises of wet on wet driving you crazy. It smelled incredible, the air filled with his aroma as beads of sweat dripped from his skull. "So good." You moan, Sans closing his eye sockets with approval. A thin sheen of sweat covered your own body, droplets seeping into the couch. You pant hard with ecstasy, enjoying every moment of dick filling that he had to offer. Your hands gripped his shoulders, unintentionally slipping him down to a lower position. He kept thrusting. You gasped heavily, that was the exact spot you need him in.

"Oh my god!" You breathe, legs trembling, arms shaking, and expression beyond the point of return. Sans' name kept trickling out from your lips, urging him to go faster and faster. You could here him groan with pleasure and his thick blue cock growing inside of you. At first it felt uncomfortable, but the feeling of him slamming against your sweet spot threw that thought away. Curses upon curses escaped him as he started to climax.

"Cumming!" He groaned, thrusting as deep as he could inside of you, thick ropes of ectoplasmic cum filled you. Climax had reached you as well, your clear juices spraying onto the fabric of the couch. You let out a confused and ecstatic moan that probably neighbors would hear if they had any. You tightened around his cock, not wanting to let it go as you waited out the last of your body's trembling. Once more, he leaned forward and kissed you, leaving you breathless. Your grip released his shoulders and he grinned happily. "How was, huff, that trip to the bone zone?" He chuckled handsomely, in that cute funny way. You couldn't help but laugh as well, telling him it was great with a hug. You felt the warmth of the dick disappear, his blue eye along with it.

A few moments pass as he rearranges his thing, grabbing his coat and wearing it once more. "How about you sleep in my room? I don't think this couch is very suitable for sleeping on tonight." He winked at you. Happily, you blushed an nodded.