Ok, three different things, but all the same pairing: What if UF!Sans's crush just came up and sat on his lap for no apparent reason while they were watching TV or a movie? What if said crush mentions at one point (probably in response to something on the TV) that they find fangs sexy? What if at some point after this (probably days to weeks later) said crush got drunk and LICKED UF!Sans' gold tooth. Just. Leaned over and licked it.
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He’s a little surprised when you just sit in his lap. If he’s your crush chances are he’s flirted with you, but he honestly didn’t expect you to reciprocate it that much; he thinks you’re way out of his league. His hands hang in the air for a moment, itching to settle on your warm soft waist, before he gives in. Humans are so… nice to the touch. He’s wanted to do this for a while actually, wondering how your flesh feels, but he’s been playing it cool with you. Flirting with somebody he actually likes is tricky. It’s just as nice as he’d dreamed it would be, and he actually relaxes into this. No, it’s even better than he imagined. Nah, he isn’t cuddlin ya, whaddya take him for? Some kinda sap?
When you mention idly that you think fangs are sexy his grin gives a little nervous twitch, eyelights flicking to look at you. His arms tighten a little around your waist, (when did they wrap around you like that?) and he seriously considers asking if they’d like try to them out. His eyes go from their eyes to their neck, that beautiful soft neck, he just has to lean forward… “heh, maybe you’ll feel em some day.” And like that he settles back into the movie, every nerve on end. There, not too hard, not too soft, God he doesn’t want to scare you away.
But he hasn’t stopped thinking about it. Not once, and ever since then his eyes will flick to your neck now and then. A couple days later you’re at Grillby’s, the nice secluded little booth he likes best, and you two are having a great time. It’s when he’s staring at your neck again that you make your move, dragging your tongue over his tooth. His sockets snap open in shock, turning still as a statue, and for a second you think you’ve broken him. Until suddenly everything is a blur and you’re not in Grillby’s anymore, this is his room.
He grows and slams you on the bed, one hand on that waist, his hands have been tingling from how warm it is for days. The other is just resting on your neck, keeping you nice and pinned in place. “heh, you’ve got a taste for gold, sweet cheeks? or fer me? c’mon babe, you can get a better taste of that. an’ my silver tongue. maybe i’ll even copper a feel.” He leans forward, and is still for a beat, looking into your eyes… and when he doesn’t see any fear, you really want this, want him, then he finally gives you a passionate kiss. He nips gently at your lip, tongue slipping past to tangle with yours. When he pulls away he buries his face in the crook of your neck immediately, running his fangs over your skin and making goosebumps rise. There are more nips, a lick, and then finally a good bite. He groans low, sockets half lidded, and when he pulls away even though he doesn’t have lungs he’s panting like he just ran a mile. “you’re sooo sweet fer me. i wanna taste ya more, babe. gonna give ya all the teeth ya can handle.”