you havent seen frisk in decades after he fell in the mountain but after all that time he returned to you his best friend. He ran to you happy to see you again

Heart racing in excitement as he saw his best friend again after so long, Frisk leaned in and gave you a sweet peck on the cheek before letting out a soft sigh, "I missed you." His emerald eyes sparkled with genuine emotion. He blushed slightly at his own boldness but couldn't help it; it had been too much time since he'd seen anyone familiar or kind. "Are you okay? Did anything bad happen?" Frisk asked, worry creeping into his voice as he noticed how different and grown-up you looked now.

"I-I was just worried about you..." He admitted sheepishly, tugging on one of his long silver locks. "But I'm so glad you're back." His tail swished gently behind him, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well," Frisk began slowly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "things have been... different since I left. But honestly? They're better now that I'm back." He smiled at you, hoping that he wouldn't seem too eager to please or overbearing. "And nothing really happened. Just... grew up, I guess?" He paused again, thinking for a moment before deciding to confess something else: "I've always wanted someone special in my life... but it never seemed like anyone was interested in me." His gaze fell to the ground as he admitted this; it wasn't easy for him to express his feelings so openly.

"But," he continued quickly, "that doesn't mean I don't want us to be friends! Because you're my best friend and I love you!" His cheeks flushed bright red at his confession, but he

Heat rushed to Frisk's face as he blushed crimson at your words and comment about his appearance. He wanted so desperately to believe that what you were saying was true, but part of him feared it was all just a lie... or that you only saw him as someone to joke around with now. "Y-you really think I look good?" he stammered out, his voice barely audible beneath the pounding of his heart in his chest.

As he glanced up at you from beneath his lashes, a small smile tugged at one corner of his lips. Part of him wanted to ask more about what you meant by "special," but another part of him was too shy and afraid of getting rejected again. Maybe someday he'd gather enough courage...

Heat rose even higher in Frisk's face as he let out a soft squeak of surprise when you grabbed his waist. "R-really?" he stammered, unable to believe that you could possibly think so highly of him. His gaze flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, they were locked together in a silent exchange of words. It was almost as if time stood still around them as their hearts raced and breaths grew shallow.

As he finally tore his gaze away from yours, Frisk couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be with someone like you... to have a partner who saw him for more than just a friend or joke. "Um..." was all he could manage before trailing off into silence once again, the weight of his desires pressing down on him like a leaden blanket.

The words sent shockwaves through Frisk's body, filling him with a warmth that spread outwards from his core. For once in his life, someone was seeing him for who he truly was... and they thought he was perfect. It felt almost too good to be true. But as quickly as the emotion flooded through him, doubt began to creep back in: what if it was all just a joke? What if you were just saying that because you felt bad about leaving me out there for so long?

The questions threatened to overwhelm him once more, but he forced them down. Not now; not when everything finally felt right. With a tentative smile on his lips and hope fluttering in his chest, Frisk leaned forward, closing the distance between your bodies until his soft, plush cheek rested against yours. "Thank you," he whispered huskily into your ear before pulling back to look

He smiled gently at you and leaned in once more, this time kissing your cheek softly before pulling back to meet your eyes. There was a newfound confidence in his expression, a quiet strength that hadn't been there before. "I want... I want to be yours." His voice was barely above a whisper, shaking slightly with fear and excitement all at once. "Can I?" he asked hopefully, his heart in his throat as he waited for your reply.

His cheeks flushed an even deeper red as he seemed to realize what he'd just asked and how it must have sounded. "I-I mean," Frisk stammered, searching for the right words, "like... if you wanted me to be? Like... yours?" He shifted nervously from one foot to the other before looking back up at you with pleading eyes.

"I've never had anyone special before..." he confessed softly. "But I want that now." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "If you'll have me... if you want me?" There was a desperate need in his voice as he asked these questions; it was almost painful to hear.

Frisk leaned closer still, his warm breath fanning across your cheek as he waited for your reply, hope and fear dancing together in equal measure within him.

Heat flooded Frisk's face as he felt the hope inside him shrivel and die at your words. "I-I understand," he managed to choke out, trying desperately not to let the disappointment and hurt show too obviously on his features. "It's okay." He forced a tiny smile onto his lips even though it felt more like a grimace. "Really, I get it."

He swallowed thickly, feeling like he couldn't breathe as your words sank in and crushed him from the inside out. All this time, all he'd wanted was someone to care for him... and now that there was a chance, it seemed as though it would never happen. Frisk took a step back, trying to distance himself both physically and emotionally from the pain you'd just caused. "Well," he said, his voice steady despite how much turmoil ra

Frisk let out a small, pained sound as you pulled him closer and kissed his cheek, tears welling up in his eyes despite the attempt to hold them back. "I-It's okay," he choked out between sobs. "I know you don't mean any harm." He forced another tiny smile before adding, "I'm just glad we can be friends again."

As your lips met his once more, Frisk tried to focus on the happiness he felt at finally having you back in his life instead of the ache in his heart from unrequited desire. It wasn't easy, but he knew that for now, it was all there would be. After everything they'd been through together, being able to call you his best friend again meant more than anything else ever could have.

Frisk sniffed, wiping away the last of his tears as he nodded in agreement. "Yeah... yeah, I'd like that," he said softly, forcing a tiny smile to appear on his lips once more. "Just being with you is all I need." He reached up and cupped your cheek gently, stroking his thumb across your skin as they gazed at each other. For now, being by your side was enough; maybe one day in the future things would change, but until then he'd be content knowing that you were there for him... even if it wasn't how he'd always hoped it could be.

As they walked together, Frisk held onto your hand tightly, relishing in the warmth and comfort of your touch as they began to plan out their time together once more, dreaming of new adventures and experiences they could share. In that moment, Fris

The feel of your hand in his shoulder brought a contented sigh to Frisk's lips as they continued walking, their steps matching perfectly despite the slight differences in height between them. "Yeah," he whispered softly, "you did say that." He glanced up at you through his lashes, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. For now, he'd take what he could get; having you close to him like this was enough to keep him going for however long they had together.

They didn't talk much as they wandered down the familiar path, occasionally stopping to admire a particularly pretty flower or to share stories about old times. Frisk found himself feeling more at peace than he had in years; it almost felt like things were back to the way they used to be before everything went wrong... and yet better somehow. He couldn't help but wonder if this was what happiness truly looked like

While he was gone, Frisk had traveled far and wide across the world, learning new skills and meeting many interesting people along the way. Some of his experiences had been joyful, filled with laughter and love; others had been harrowing, forcing him to face trials that tested the very limits of his strength and resilience. Through it all, he'd grown in ways he never thought possible, gaining a newfound appreciation for life and those who shared it with him. As they continued talking about these adventures, Frisk couldn't help but feel grateful for having had the chance to experience them... even if none of them compared to simply being by your side again.

While it hurt to hear that you'd been unhappy without him, Frisk found solace in the fact that your life had improved. "I'm so glad I could be there for you," he said softly, squeezing your shoulder gently. "You know you can always come to me if you ever need someone to talk to or just... be with." He smiled up at you, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Besides, we're better together anyway."

They continued their leisurely stroll, passing beneath the canopy of trees as leaves drifted gently downwards around them like golden snowflakes. The familiar scenery and comfortable silence washed over Frisk like a balm, erasing any lingering doubts or fears he might have had about his place in your life... for now at least. For the first time since his return, he felt truly

His heart swelled at your words and the gesture, warmth spreading through him like a comforting blanket. Frisk smiled back, feeling grateful for having you in his life again. "I love you too," he whispered, eyes shining with affection as they locked onto yours. "You're my best friend, and I don't know what I'd do without you."

As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long, golden fingers across the landscape, Frisk found himself reluctant to admit that their walk had come to an end. But all good things must eventually come to a close; it was time for them both return home and prepare for whatever tomorrow might bring. Hand in hand, they made their way back through the familiar woods, cherishing every moment spent together as if it were their last.

The thought of losing you again was too painful to bear, but he knew that as

The familiar sight of his cozy little home brought a small sigh to Frisk's lips as they arrived. "Thank you," he murmured, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and heading inside. The warm glow of the fireplace filled the room, banishing any chill that might have lingered from their walk through the woods. He turned back to face you with an expectant smile, waiting for whatever adventure or activity you had in mind for them tonight.

As your lips met his in a passionate kiss, Frisk's entire body tingled with desire and need for more of you. He groaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as their tongues danced together. The heat from your body combined with the gentle caress of your lips was enough to drive him wild, making it difficult for him to think straight or focus on anything other than how amazing it felt to be pressed against you like this.

As the kiss ended, he stared up at you through hooded eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to catch his bearings. "God," he whispered hoarsely, voice thick with emotion. "I've missed this so much."

Frisk blushed crimson at your compliment and wink, his heart racing even faster in his chest. "A-as if you didn't taste good too," he managed to stammer out, unable to tear his gaze away from your lips as he remembered the feeling of them against his own. The desire building up within him was becoming almost unbearable; all he wanted at that moment was more of what you could give.

With a shaky exhale, Frisk reached up and cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb across your skin as their eyes locked once more. "Take me to bed," he breathed huskily. "I need you right now." His words were little more than a plea, laced with desperation and longing for the comfort and affection only you could provide him.

As you lifted him up by his rear end and deposited him on the soft bed in their room, Frisk let out a small moan of pleasure. He reached for you as soon as he was close enough, fingers digging into your shoulders as he pulled you down on top of him. The sensation of your weight pressing him into the mattress sent a shiver down his spine, heightening every nerve in his body.

With one last glance at those inviting lips, Frisk gave himself over to desire and need, kissing you with all the passion and longing he'd been holding back since your return. His tongue danced against yours, teeth clicking together playfully as they tangled together in a battle of dominance that only served to intensify their arousal.

As his hands moved restlessly over your back, ass, hips, and chest, searching for purchase or leverage to deepen the

As your hands gripped his ass and toyed with his butthole, Frisk moaned loudly into the kiss, arching his back in response. The sensation was so overwhelmingly pleasureful that it bordered on painful; he needed more of you, wanted you deeper inside him where nothing else existed but this feeling of wanting and needing you.

With shaking hands, he reached up to grab at your shirt, desperate to have skin-on-skin contact with you once again. As your clothes came off piece by piece revealing toned muscles and pale smooth skin beneath, Frisk could hardly contain his awe and desire any longer. It had been too long since he'd seen you like this; the memory of your body was faded, like a dream half-remembered upon waking.

As you stood before him naked, exposed and vulnerable in a way

As your hands gripped his ass and pressed him closer to you while naked, Frisk couldn't help but moan into the kiss. Your body was as perfect now as it had been when he'd last seen it; if anything, the added familiarity and closeness only served to heighten his desire for you.

"God... I missed this so much," he panted between kisses, clutching at your back as their skin met and melded together. "I don't think I can ever get enough of you." The words were a confession of sorts; an admission that even after all they'd been through, there was still something about you that drew him in and made him yearn for more.

His hands wandered lower on your back, hooking into the elastic of your underwear and pulling them down over your hips with a soft tug. As you stepped