#teeth sans

[cloudtaleblog]

shark dinner

artfight attack for @glitchyy-error @reanimated1fan/@underzom-official and @cherrio-krispz !!!!!!

they freaky 👅

[yeosanitycheck]

texting boyfriend!ateez about the recent comeback

pairing: bf!ateez x reader

warnings!: mdni, mature themes, dark humor, nsfw.

a/n: i had to, ICE ON MY TEETH is soooo good. im obsessed. (requests are in progress!!)

[edenesth]

By Order of the Black Pirates

An 'Ice On My Teeth' Comeback Special Series

"N-No, please! Spare me! I was wrong! I swear I'll never do it again!" The man's voice cracked as he grovelled on the damp ground, tears carving paths through the grime on his face. His trembling hands offered up the tiny diamond he'd been foolish enough to steal—his last-ditch effort to appease the eight figures towering over him like shadows of death.

He'd heard the whispers, the warnings: Never cross the Black Pirates. Never touch what belongs to them. Never even think of betrayal. Yet greed had blinded him. Now, staring into their cold, merciless eyes, he knew his regret was far too late.

The leader of the gang stepped forward, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tilted his head, studying the pitiful man like a cat sizing up a doomed mouse. "Didn't I ask you to screen these rats better?" he drawled, casting a sideways glance at the eldest among them before shifting his focus back to their prey. "No time to waste. Finish him."

A low chuckle echoed through the tension-filled night as the gang's usual executioner, a broad-shouldered figure clad in his signature fur coat, stepped forward, his grin as sharp as the blade in his hand.

"Sorry, buddy," he mused, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "This will be the night you take your final breath—by order of the Black fuckin' Pirates."

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Watching the harrowing scene from a distance stood a figure with crossed arms, his voice low as he muttered to his right-hand, "Every man has a weakness. Find the Black Pirates', and we'll knock them off their high horses."

"And if they have none, sir?"

The figure's lips curled into a dark smile. "Then we'll make sure they do."

Pairing(s): gang members!ateez x fem!reader

AU: gang au

Summary: One by one, the Black Pirates uncover their greatest weakness. But when the cracks begin to show, will they stand firm or let their vulnerabilities bring their empire to its knees?

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Trigger Warnings: violence, torture, abuse, blood, murder, language, contains dark themes in general

A/N: Credits to the wonderful @sundaybossanova for giving me the idea of something Peaky Blinders inspired. Thank you so much and ily💖

**Dearest readers, please note that all chapters are interconnected. You're advised to read them in order.

ATEEZ MASTERLIST

Hongjoong

‣ The Captain

The Captain of the Black Pirates—respected, feared, and unmatched in strategy—lives by his sharp mind and unshakable resolve. But his carefully constructed world begins to crumble when a grave mistake leads him to torture an innocent suspect nearly to death. Haunted by guilt, his quest for redemption takes an unexpected turn, awakening a part of him he never thought existed: a desire to protect and care for someone.

Seonghwa

‣ The Gentleman

The Black Pirates' poised diplomat, celebrated for his refined demeanour, sharp wit, and unmatched negotiation skills, is always in control. But his composure falters when he encounters an unwilling captive trapped in the Red Room—a ruthless training ground for spies. Driven by an unexpected urge to save her, he finds his carefully maintained boundaries beginning to unravel.

Yunho

‣ The Enforcer [Coming soon]

The towering enforcer of the Black Pirates, both disarming and deadly—his easy charm capable of winning over enemies, while his legendary fury dominates the battlefield. But his unbreakable facade begins to crack when he meets a psychologist during a mission—someone who can see through his carefully crafted mask, just as he can see through hers. Beneath her confident exterior lies a frightened soul lost in a dark world, and for the first time, he finds himself compelled to protect someone in a way he never expected.

Yeosang

‣ The Phantom [Coming soon]

Mysterious and elusive, the Black Pirates' intelligence expert is known for his sharp instincts and unparalleled skill in espionage and reconnaissance. But when he crosses paths with a woman who surpasses him in both skill and wit for the first time, his confidence begins to waver. As she outsmarts him at every turn, he finds himself unexpectedly drawn to her, eagerly anticipating each challenge—because the thrill of being near her is something he never expected to crave.

San

‣ The Tempest [Coming soon]

The Black Pirates' most unpredictable force is a whirlwind of fiery passion and unbridled energy—always the first to leap into action when chaos erupts. But his world tilts when he stumbles upon a woman who, unlike his victims who always begged to live, is on the brink of ending her own life. Upon discovering she's terminally ill, he finds himself gripped by an unfamiliar and urgent desire to save her, igniting a battle within himself unlike anything he's ever faced.

Mingi

‣ The Firestarter [Coming soon]

The Black Pirates' wild card is notorious for his fiery temper and even more explosive schemes—a dangerous yet irresistibly charming presence. But his confidence takes a hit when one of his near-disastrous plans is salvaged by an unlikely passerby: a composed and resourceful former aristocrat, exiled and stripped of her wealth, now navigating the world's harsh realities. Her icy demeanour and unshakable poise captivate him, leaving the ever-impulsive man unexpectedly drawn to her.

Wooyoung

‣ The Charmer [Coming soon]

The Black Pirates' negotiator and master of distractions is renowned for his confidence and flirtatious charm, which can sway almost anyone. But his ego is severely wounded when he encounters the loyal bodyguard of a high-profile target, someone completely immune to his usual tricks, during a high-stakes mission. Frustrated by his failure yet captivated by her unwavering resolve, he finds himself unable to stay away, drawn to the challenge—and to her—in ways he never expected.

Jongho

‣ The Anchor [Coming soon]

The steadfast foundation of the Black Pirates is renowned for his unfaltering strength and calm under pressure. As the gang's moral compass and protector, he's always put duty above all else. But when a rival gang's attack threatens the life of their kind-hearted hired doctor, he begins to realise that his priorities extend beyond just his brothers. Torn between his loyalty to the gang and his growing feelings for her, he faces an agonising choice: protect his family or save her.

Voila, my loves! As promised, I finally managed to come up with a little something for this comeback teehee. I hope you're as excited about this as I am! Truthfully, I just returned from a 10-day trip in Shanghai and am back to work on Monday already - which means I might not be able to write much until the following weekend but I will do my best to get the parts out ASAP!

Super excited to hear your thoughts on the concept! Do let me know which member's summary enticed you the most!✨ and of course, just leave a comment if you'd like to be tagged for when the parts are released!

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[seong-star-hwars]

Ateez as tumblr posts - part 6/?

"Ice On My Teeth" edition

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

[animeglitch]

[spookwriter-xo]

Coppélia - Series Masterlist

Y/N is an aspiring ballerina who catches the eye of a handsome man with a dark side. Will the doll come to life and capture their hearts or will she wither and return to a life of darkness?

Genre: Dark Romance, Angst, Eventual Smut, Some Fluff, Mystery, Supernatural

ot8 ateez x (f) reader (mafia au) - taglist closed!

Inspired by Golden Hour Pt 2

warnings: violence, smut (minors dni), character death, brief mentions of child abuse, drugs, alcohol, murder, corruption, kidnapping, gang wars, gang violence, gun violence, gambling, supernatural elements, serial killer, details of mutalation (more will be added)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 - MDNI

Chapter 9 - MDNI

Chapter 10 - MDNI

Chapter 11

Coppélia follows the love story of a young man named Franz who falls in love with a doll that just came to life. The ballet shows the stories of magic and mysterious things that happen in the human environment including the supernatural.

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

PSYCHOS. I’m living for this.

[zu-is-here]

skelegoosebumps ♫

[aka-indulgence]

I wrote ht sans and it autocorrected to hot sans

I mean. Not wrong

[yeloenk]

crinkles them like a paper ball

ink belongs to comyet

cross belongs to jakei95

[itstheghostofmypast]

A Goodfella's Moondance

Mafia AU Choi San x Reader

Summary: He waited for her to waltz into his arms, and she did. He felt her jitter and shiver under his touch, much like how he did the same on her love. He had found someone to love and cherish, someone who kept his fragile morality in check, someone who he could call a lover, a wife, a weakness.

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Rating: PG- 13

Word Count: 2.4 K

Est. Read Time: 12 min

Warnings: Blood, kidnapping, murder, guns.

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Song: Moondance by Micheal Bublé

“Do you feel better?” His soft whisper gently pulled her back to consciousness, back to the comfort of the warm, soft, cotton that they were cocooned within, succumbing to the sleep that lay heavy in their bones.

“Mhmmm…” 

Ever so slowly, her body turned to the other side, her back that was once pressed against his warm chest, grazing the subtle cotton of one of the many blankets he had heaped upon them in his frenzy of bringing her some form of comfort, trying to suppress the jitters that rocked through her even though she said she was fine. Hands pressed against his chest, vibrating with each beat of his ever loving heart, her head tilted up on her pillow, meeting his tender gaze, eying the small smile that only she got to see, that too behind closed doors.

“Good.”

With that hanging above them, the man wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him, forcing her to become one with him, though he could tell by the way her arms had looped around his slender waist, his action was more than welcome. 

Little did he know this side of his, this gentleness, this care, this attentiveness was what had her losing her grasp on the bitter reality of the world, perhaps that's why last night she was unable to figure out how the guy asking her for directions was actually going to kidnap her. 

One moment a man approaches her while she sat at the bus stop, after her lover had texted her how he would be unable to pick her up from the hospital tonight, also canceling their date because of some ‘Urgent Business.’ The next thing she knew was how she woke up in the trunk of the man who had approached her at the bus stop, asking her the directions to the hospital as he had to go see is sick wife- sue her for being a caring person, nurse or not, it's not like she wasn't going to help him. 

The fallacy of rationality lies within situations such as these, while he had taught her a variety of methods of escaping, a contractual instruction enforced by Park Seonghwa himself, in the heat of the moment she had forgotten it all, her core memory allowing her to do no more than to whimper out his name, “San.”

It wasn't till she had felt the car stop that her anxiety morphed into aggression kicking against the roof of the truck, while she tried to move her tied hands, removing the blindfold to look around, only to freeze when the trunk opened, staring up at the man in horror.

“Well, aren't you in a lot of trouble, missy.” The fox featured man smiled at her, one that had her let out a relieved sigh, though she tried to ignore the splatted red across his face, dripping down his chin and onto his crisp white shirt, which was evident when he helped her out, pulling her closer to have her sit on the closed trunk, “You okay?”

She could only nod at the fact that, physically, perhaps she was, but she wouldn't be so sure about her mental status, never had this happened before and truly, for the first time in her life had she felt afraid and alone, a feeling her husband had long rid off from her mind, body and soul.

“Good, because San isn't, he's furio-”

The loud bang cut him off, for a split second his eyes flickered to the man who was standing across the car, in front of it, staring at something, or someone on the ground, before moving back to the shivering woman. With a loud sigh he shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shaking shoulders, and called out, “YAH! DID YOU REMOVE YOUR SILENCER?”

The taller man grunted in response, pushing up his glasses, not bothered by the spots of blood staining the glass, in fact the red calmed him down a bit, a reminder of him punishing the bastard who thought this woman was an easy target. 

Wooyoung watched his friend walk over to them, fully aware of how San had removed the silencer on purpose, wanting everyone in the vicinity and the perpetrator to know what happens when you try to come into his personal life.

With a nod he motioned for Wooyoung to sit in the car, disposing the body wasn't part of the plan, Seonghwa had agreed when San had requested to “let me make an example out of him”, so much so that the husband of the woman who was shaking like a leaf currently, had also brought his infamous bat with him, which only reminded his friends of how this was personal was him.

With each gloved hand placed on either side of her on the trunk, he looked down at her, she peaked up at him through her lashes, unsure of what he was going to say or do, perhaps he would be upset with her, disappointed by how she was unable to fend for herself even though he had prepared her for a situation like this, his friends had prepared her for a situation like this. At the end of the day, they were from two different worlds, she would heal people and well he would…what if tonight he finally realised that and-

“I'm sorry.”

Taking off his gloves he placed them beside her before pulling out a pocket knife from his breast pocket, flicking it open as he began to work on the ropes around her wrists. He frowned at the roughness of the threads, mumbling things like, “This may bruise”, “The f*cker didn't need to tighten them so much.”, “Wish I could kill him all over again.”

Once he was done, he tossed the rope aside, gently taking her scratched wrists in his hands, before lifting her wrist up to his lips as he placed a tender kiss on the reddened skin, repeating the motion of love with her other one before looking at her with a somber flare in his eyes, “I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time.” He should have been more careful, he should have ensured she was safe, it was his job to keep her safe. And he stood there, in blood and tears, seeking her forgiveness, unaware of how the woman was falling even more for her gentle giant of a husband.

“Seonghwa said you can't leave the house without protection anymore.” He mumbled, the bass in his sleep lusted voice making her squeeze him closer, not that he would mind. 

His own hand had begun to aimlessly trail down her spine, only to slide back up to complete the cycle, thinking to himself a moment before he continued, “Hongjoong has assigned a few men…though I'll be around you whenever I'm free. The shipment is late anyway, and he's having Yunho and Mingi deal with it, so I'm all yours for the coming few days.”

“Okay…”

San blinked at her hushed response, it was evident she was elsewhere, or she was still a bit too shaken to respond coherently. Either way, with the gun stashed beneath his pillow and his lover in his arms to protect, he began to formulate a way of protecting her 24/7. Naturally, he couldn't always be there himself nor could his brothers. How much did he trust his men? What if he got her a personal gun or a-

“Sannie?”

His train of thought derailed at her calling, pulling back a bit to glance down at the only reason why he hadn't tipped off the cliff of his primitive instincts, hand pressing flat against her back as he nodded, “Yes, dove?”

“Can you sing for me?”

Could he sing? Of course he could. Did he sing often? No, not really. In fact, she was the newest addition to the only other people who knew his secret, that the right hand man of Ateez, the cold blooded killer trained and raised by Park Seonghwa himself could harmonise with the very same angels that stood at the gates of Heaven, waiting to reject his entrance.  

“What would you like to hear?”

Giving her a small smile he slowly pulled away, sitting up and resting his back against the cushioned headrest of the king sized bed, picking up his glasses from the nightstand and placing them on the bridge of his nose. He turned to glance at her, admiring the way she looked up at him with awe, it was truly a blessing to have an angel such as herself admire a creature like him, willing to bathe in the simmering blood of his brutality, willing to swallow the bitter truth of his existence, willing to embrace the carcass in which once his humanity once flourished. 

“Umm…” slipping the covers off herself she sat up, tugging at the strings of his hoodie that she wore, slowly moving closer and straddling him, looking up at him with a blush ever so subtle, “Moondance?”

A hearty laugh broke past his pout, the bass of his laughter bouncing off the cold walls of the room, blocking out the soft chippers of the early birds outside. If she was being honest, she's sure everyone who was trying to sleep could hear him right now, considering everyone did retire to their rooms after she had come home; have Jongho check her vitals, watch her husband get verbally abused by Hongjoong for being careless, have Seonghwa make her promise to never use public transport again, give Yeosang the entire details of the night so he could ‘take care of the mother company’, eye Yunho who took her husband aside to give him a pep talk after his sulking and be force fed by Mingi who insisted that “You burn more calories being kidnapped than an hour on a treadmill”, all the while having Wooyoung make dinner and yell at them for being noisy- ironic. 

“What's so funny?” She asked, her hands cupping his face before she slipped off his glasses, frowning at the blood splattered on the glass, why didn't he clean this off. And just like that she tilted to her side, reaching over to grab a tissue from the nightstand, feeling him quickly grab her by the waist so she wouldn't fall over.

“Careful there, dove.” He mumbled pulling her back up onto him, watching her try to clean off the dried blood, trying to hold back the urge to crush her with his love, “It's fine- oh.”

“It's not, dirty glasses stress the eyes,” cutting him off she gently slipped the glasses back onto the face of the owner, giving him a smile before getting comfortable on him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she placed her head on the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath, the lingering memories having her latch onto him for comfort. 

San watched her go about as she pleased, much like how she often did, not that he'd ever mind. Once she was settled, nestled against him, he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his against the headboard as he sighed. It was evident that last night had taken a toll on her, but what he learnt from experience was that eventually you get over it, become numb to the bitter memory, usually with the help of a distraction or a friend or two. It was never his intention for her to feel this way, in fact, from the moment he had left his heart in her hands at the ER, he had decided to keep her safe, even before she chose to accept his invitation of love, he had decided to keep her safe from all the grotesque wonders he had been blessed to bear witness to since his childhood. Though at the very moment he wondered if that was even worth it, if dragging her into his life was worth it, ruining her chances of living a mundane, peaceful-

“Are you this slow when Seonghwa asks you for something too?”

Her snarky remark caught him off guard, trying to get a better look at her but she just giggled and buried her face in his neck, the only form of compensation given to him was the tender press of her lips against his pulse, only to have it increase two folds. 

San's arms squeezed her, earning a contented sigh from his wife, much to his pleasure as he stared out the window, watching the pale winter sun cast a chalky hue among the cloudy scapes of the sky. Taking a deep breath he whispered into the still of their room, 

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance

With the stars up above in your eyes.

A fantabulous night to make romance

'Neath the cover of October skies

Knowing nothing more mattered to him at this point but the woman that clung onto him, her heart beating with his, waltzing through harmony. 

And all the leaves on the trees are falling

To the sound of the breezes that blow

You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling

Of your heartstrings that play soft and low

He felt her hold tighten, mumbling something that he couldn't make out, but the way her body fell lax against him assured him it was some form of positive affirmation. Indeed it was, for before tumbling back into the depths of slumber, swaying in the melody of her husband's voice she had whispered, “Thank you, my love.”

You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush

You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

He wondered if she was as smitten for him as he was for her- it amazed him how she'd tell him that she knew he'd always protect her, when the fact of the matter was that it was indeed her who was protecting him, from the insanity of the world that had bruised and battered him inside and out, from the wrath of Park Seonghwa who wanted to end him for choosing to start an affair with a civilian, as pure and naive as her and from himself, the one that he too feared, knowing that if that Choi San was to resurface, only she could stop him. It was fine though, he was going to protect her from the cold, from nature and man. It's what a dutiful goodfella does, what a dutiful husband does.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?

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[msaturn]

[domm1etae]

melting point

san x f!reader

oneshot | mdni

1.8k

San turns up the heat with some ice-cold teasing, leaving you trembling as he pushes all the right buttons and makes you beg for more

nsfw tags under

f/m, vaginal sex, teasting, dirty talk, pet names, dom san, slight begging, ice play, perky tits, fingering, clitplay, praise, orgasm

The low hum of the air conditioner filled the room as the warm glow of the setting sun spilled through the blinds. You leaned against the kitchen counter, the remnants of dinner cleaned up, leaving just you and San standing in the quiet space. He was still in his black sweatpants and a fitted white t-shirt, his silver chain glinting faintly under the light. His sharp, yet soft gaze lingered on you longer than usual as he crossed the distance between you.

"Come here," San murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding, his fingers brushing yours before slipping to your waist.

You let him guide you to the bedroom, his hands never leaving your hips. Once inside, the mood shifted—an electrified tension building as his lips met yours. The kiss started slow, tender, and exploratory, but it didn’t take long for him to deepen it. His tongue grazed yours as his hands roamed your sides, tracing the curve of your body.

“Couldn’t stop staring at you earlier,” he confessed between kisses, his voice low and filled with need. “You drive me crazy when you look at me like that.”

Before you knew it, you were lying beneath him on the bed, your breath hitching as he pulled your shirt over your head. San’s warm lips trailed kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing sensitive spots, leaving you arching into him.

San’s hands rested firmly on your hips as he dragged his tongue down your collarbone, leaving wet, messy kisses in his wake. His lips burned against your skin, the heat a delicious contrast to the cool air-conditioned room. He gripped your hips passionately, holding you steady as your legs tangled around his waist.

You moaned softly when he nipped at the delicate skin of your neck, his chuckle reverberating against you. “Already so responsive,” San teased, his breath hot against your ear.

His fingers dipped lower, sliding under the waistband of your shorts and teasing the sensitive skin just above where you ached for him. Slowly, he pushed your shorts and panties down, leaving you exposed to him.

“Such a pretty sight,” San murmured, his thumb brushing over your clit in slow circles. You gasped at the sensation, your hips jerking instinctively toward his hand.

“San… please,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need.

San smirked, slipping two fingers into you without warning. The stretch was perfect, his long, skilled fingers curling just right to hit the sweet spot inside you. He moved with precision, his thumb continuing to circle your clit as his lips traveled lower, settling on your breasts.

“These perfect, perky tits…” he muttered against your skin, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. His other hand cupped your other breast, squeezing lightly until a small bead of milk escaped. His breath hitched at the sight, a soft moan escaping him as he licked it up.

Your back arched off the bed as he worked you over with his mouth and hands. The way he groaned against your breast sent vibrations straight to your core. “So warm, baby… I think it’s time to cool you down.”

San reached for the glass of water fulled with ice on the nightstand. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed a small cube of ice, the frost on it glistening in the dim light. He held it between his lips briefly, warming the sharp edges until it was smooth, all while keeping his smoldering gaze locked on yours.

He dragged the ice along your nipples, the sudden chill making you gasp and squirm beneath him. “So sensitive,” San murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He circled the ice around your nipple, letting the water drip down your chest.

“San…” you moaned, your voice needy and breathless.

“Patience, baby.” He trailed the ice lower, gliding it down your stomach and over your clit. The cold against your heat sent a jolt through your body, your thighs trembling as he pressed it more firmly against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

When the ice melted slightly, San slid his fingers back inside you, his movements deliberate and unrelenting. The combination of his fingers curling inside you and the icy sensations on your clit had you gripping the sheets, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Think you’re ready for more?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

“Yes… please,” you begged, your hips lifting to meet his touch.

San smirked, forming a larger shard of ice, this time with a smooth, rounded edge. He spread your legs wider, positioning himself between them as he slowly guided the ice inside you. The cold invaded your warmth, the sensation overwhelming in the best way.

You cried out, your body writhing as the ice settled deep inside you. San didn’t stop there—he used his fingers to guide it, twisting and angling it to hit every sensitive spot. The ice melted quickly, and he replaced it just as fast, reforming it with a flick of his fingers.

“Look at you,” San groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Taking it so well… you’re so perfect, baby.”

Your body trembled as you felt your orgasm building, the cold ice heightening every sensation. San’s movements became rougher, his fingers and the ice working in tandem to push you over the edge.

“Come on, beautiful,” he urged, his lips brushing against your thigh. “Come for me. Let me see you fall apart.”

With one final thrust, your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed through you. “A-ah, San!” you cried, your voice breaking as you came hard, your juices dripping down to his hand.

San pulled the melted ice out of you, his eyes dark with lust as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. “You taste so good,” he said, his voice husky. “But we’re not done yet, princess.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your trembling thigh before disappearing to grab a towel. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was back, his smirk making your pulse quicken. “I’m going to have you on my cock all night,” he promised, his voice dripping with intent.

San quickly got rid of his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and arms. His black sweatpants hung low on his hips, teasing the hardened length pressing against the fabric. He watched you carefully, his smirk softening into something more tender as he brushed damp strands of hair from your face.

“Doing okay, baby?” he asked, his thumb caressing your cheek.

You nodded, still catching your breath. Your body tingled from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your legs weak and trembling. But the hunger in his eyes reignited the fire inside you.

“I’m good,” you whispered, your voice breathy but steady. “I need you, San. Please.”

His smirk returned, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “That’s my girl.”

San climbed onto the bed, settling between your legs. He leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep, his tongue teasing yours. His hands roamed your body, tracing every curve as if committing you to memory. His fingers lingered on your thighs, spreading them wider as he pressed himself against your core, still soaked and sensitive.

The friction of his sweatpants against your heat made you moan into his mouth, your hips bucking instinctively. San groaned, his patience fraying as he pushed his pants down just enough to free his aching length. He took himself in hand, stroking slowly as his eyes drank you in.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “All spread out and ready for me.”

You whimpered, reaching for him. San chuckled, grasping your wrist and pinning it above your head. “Not so fast, princess. I want to savor you a little longer.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock. The sensation sent shivers through your body, your hips lifting to meet him. But San held you down, his free hand gripping your hip to keep you in place.

“So needy,” he teased, his voice a low growl. “I love it.”

Finally, he pushed into you, his cock stretching you inch by inch. The delicious burn made you gasp, your nails digging into the sheets. San groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. “You feel so good, baby. So tight and warm.”

He started moving slowly, his thrusts deep and deliberate. Each stroke hit that perfect spot inside you, making your back arch and your moans grow louder. San’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with every thrust.

As he found his rhythm, his pace quickened, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His name spilled from your lips like a mantra, your body surrendering completely to him.

“Look at me,” San commanded, his voice rough. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his dark eyes made your heart race, his love and lust pouring into you with every thrust.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hips. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to feel you like this.”

You nodded, your words failing you as your pleasure built to a crescendo. San’s hand moved to your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The added stimulation sent you hurtling toward another orgasm, your body trembling beneath him.

“Come for me, baby,” San urged, his voice strained as he chased his own release. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

With a cry, you came undone, your walls clenching tightly around him. San groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as he followed you over the edge. He buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as his body shuddered.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breaths and the faint hum of the air conditioner. San collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

You smiled, nuzzling into his chest. “So are you.”

San chuckled, his grip tightening around you. “Think you can handle another round?” he teased, his playful smirk returning.

Your laughter filled the room as you swatted his chest. “Give me five minutes.”

“Take your time,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he meant it.

[dollange]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏bios

Eu comprei diamantes no meu dentista 🪶 𝗝𝗼́𝗶𝗮𝘀 em meus dentes, em minha camiseta branca 이빨

ice on my──teeth ♡.

dia𝘮ond𝗌   ׅ    𓍼

make it rain, 𝆬 ֪ 🦷 yeah

𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯 ( 에이티즈 ) pleasure

얼음 ❀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝆬

diamo͟n͟d͟ ──━ cut ﾉ🥛

by dollange ©

[guzhufuren]

Ice On My Teeth era: woosan synchronised

[woe-is-tuli]

These teasers are too much for my poor heart oml