Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Extra #9: Sexuality and Consent

Content Warnings Include:

Mild suggestive content and references/hinting to past harassment.

Discretion is advised for those younger than 13.

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Also-also, the following extra continues after chapter 45. In this extra, you may choose whether to take the next step or take more time to cope with past events. Neither of the two options are 'incorrect', so feel free to choose the one you're most comfortable with -- Or skip it entirely, as this is only an extra, after all!

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The string of kisses left by (Y/N) is enough to make him want more, the calid sensation of their lips still lingering on his bones. Sans does the same for the human, planting kisses of his own against their neck until he reaches under their collarbones, where he nips lightly onto their skin, not quite knowing how much was too much for someone soft enough to bruise like they had the day he saw them lying unconscious and bleeding, yet strong enough to resist that damage as he rushed to have them receive medical attention.

He receives approval through them letting out a breath and shifting closer to him, leaving no space between them and himself.

Everything falls silent when he has (Y/N) that close to him, mind shutting off the sounds of a busy road and the muffled, static noises of the radio playing the evening news and discussing the weather and traffic. He allows himself a little more freedom by bringing his teeth to their lips, where he pecks once and then twice -- this one lasting longer in duration.

The rising heat of the human's body combines with his colder temperature, keeping a neutral degree.

It's hard for him not to feel overwhelmed with how much his soul is reacting, yet he manages through it, his breathing becoming infrequent and shallow when he feels the human kiss back.

*Are you okay to move on, (Y/N)? Or do you need more time to cope?

*Move on

*Cope and talk it out

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Move on

Sans slides a hand under the human's shirt, slipping it off with both while they take off his suit jacket. Friction arises when he's pressed close against their body, further made intense when the human takes initiative and presses down on him. He lets out a guttural groan when he feels their soul close by, to which they respond to by taking off his shirt -- the only other piece to keep his upper decency intact. Both him and (Y/N)'s left without a top, the human now sporting a (bra/bare chest).

A euphoric noise of their own escapes the human's mouth when he reaches out for the back of their head and pulls them closer, bringing their lips to his teeth for a third time. He soon feels their tongue lick and tease his jaw, searching for his mouth. Lured, the monster parts his teeth open and lets the human explore beyond, soul thumping as he feels one hand graze with the white glow of his soul while the other keeps him pressed down under their body.

With a few more eager kisses, the car's windows turn foggy and the air conditioner grows null, the only other sounds to fill the area being of his shaggy breathing and (Y/N)'s further ragged by their makeout session.

He can't think clearly when he has to part from the human, soul still yearning for more.

"Shouldn't we go look for Papyrus? We can. . . finish this off later if you want to."