The Circle LOVE

Underfresh!Sans X Reader: The Dare

"I'll bet you won't do it!"
You huffed.
"Yeah I will! Just you wait!"
You stormed off, ignoring the laughter behind you.
Did they offend you? No. They were straight up jerkwads.
They dared you to kiss Underfresh Sans.
Honestly? You were kind of scared. He was unpredictable. As if that wasn't bad enough, there was the matter of that parasite...
You shivered at the thought. The reason they had dared you was because the rumor was that when someone kissed him, the parasite left through his mouth and crawled inside the next person, wriggling around and-
You stopped there, not wanting to chicken out now.
"Whaddup my radical broseph? What are you up to on this radtastic day-"
"Kiss me! ...please."
"Uh..."
You looked over at the 90s fanatic with a look of curiosity and fear.
He walked over to you and looked down at you, smiling creepily.
"Care to repeat that?"
"C-can you please kiss me...?"
He began to... Laugh?
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! That is the cutest thing I've ever seen! But seriously, dude. Not a good plan.
"Huh...?"
"You wouldn't want to get bullied for kissin' me would ya?"
"I don't care if I get made fun of. I want to kiss you."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I don't care if I get infected or not."
"Infected? Hahahahahahahaha! You are really funny, ya know that? You would only get infected if you're more powerful than me, which is not something so easily done my bunny-side-up."
You giggled at that little nickname. A bunny mixed with sunny side up. Nice.
"...thank you though."
You muttered.
Sans gave you a curious look.
"Thanks for what?"
"For thinking of me. But still... I want to do it."
You leaned forward and hugged him.
"Please, Sansy?"
He blushed a bit at the nickname, but he chuckled.
"Alright."
He pulled your chin up, and gently kissed you.
It was surprisingly warm...
You wrapped your arms around his neck, enjoying the sensation.
His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.
Before you both knew it, the two of you were practically making out.
Then, you felt something wet brush against your lips.
You jumped back with a yelp.
Sans looked at you, seeming embarrassed.
"I-I'm sorry, broseph! I just, uh..."
"...can you show me what that was?"
"Uh... I dunno. You might think it's unfresh, dude..."
"It's fine! I wanna know."
You were scared to ask that. What if it was the parasite?!
He sighed and opened his mouth.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven tongues.
SEVEN TONGUES. Each was a different color.
Like a rainbow.
You stared in mute shock for a moment, then you walked over and grabbed one of the tongues curiously.
"Mmph?!"
It felt like ectoplasm. It was warm and surprisingly squishy. You giggled and continued to play with it, not noticing the dark blush beginning to take over his face.
"Mm..."
Then you did it. You licked it.
It tasted like candy!
You took another tongue and kissed it. Licking your lips, it tasted like a different candy!
You looked at Sans and gasped, letting his strange tongues return to his mouth.
"I'm so sorry! I just-"
He was panting a bit, blushing profusely.
He shook his head, as if to say 'it's okay'.
You walked up to him and kissed him again.
Once more, the wet feeling came to your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing access.
You felt multiple tongues enter. It tasted like a handful of skittles!
The tongues began to move around your mouth. One began to rub the roof of your mouth.
It surprisingly tickled!
You giggled a bit at the foreign sensation.
Sans pulled away and gave you a curious look.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing... It just tickled!"
"Tickled? What kind of slang is that, dude?"
"It's not slang! It's a sensation that makes you laugh."
"Huh. Weird. Wonder where else you can be 'tickled'."
He reached for your hips and dug his fingers into it.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
You flailed around uselessly as he continued to tickle you.
He didn't seem like he was going to stop anytime soon...
You needed to retaliate.
You reached for his neck and started to tickle it.
"Eeeeek!"
He twisted a bit, jumping back.
You squeed a bit at the noise he made.
"Sansy, you're ticklish too!"
You climbed on top of him, pinning him down. You dug your fingers into his ribs.
He began to cackle madly, twisting and thrashing about.
"Tickle tickle tickle!"
He laughed even harder.
"Heehee! It's a silly word isn't it?"
You cooed like you were talking to a little puppy.
Then he snorted.
You began to laugh with him.
"Awwww, you sound like a little piglet~!"
Sans began beating his fist into the ground, and was beginning to lose strength. He couldn't struggle anymore.
You curiously pushed your fingers in the spaces between the ribs and began to wiggle your fingers around.
His laughter went up in pitch and intensity. He was hiccuping at this point, and tears were practically streaming down his face. You finally stopped and let him breathe.
He was gasping for air, and smiling goofily.
"B-bro... That was... Hah..."
"Heehee~ You have a really cute laugh, Sansy!"
You leaned back, admiring him.
He was panting beneath you, blushing. If anyone was walking by right now, it might have looked like something else... Oh well. That was for another day.
Another day?
Did he even like you?
You frowned.
"What's wrong, broseph?"
"Do you... Like me?"
"Of course I do! I-"
"But do you love me...?"
"Yes."
"What?!"
"I do love you. I just didn't think someone like you would fall for a goofball like me..."
You chuckled and hugged him.
"Well, it takes one to know one~ I love you, Sanzy Fresh."
"I love you too, (name)."