#La casa de papel

[eatingoutmen]

MDNI. - ⚠︎ 18+ content || 🎥 ;; 「 ✦ ATTENTION WHORE ✦ 」 || 🎬 STARRING : ANDRÉS “BERLIN” DE FONOLLOSA

How did you get yourself in this predicament?

You have your hands tied behind your back, a gag around your mouth while sitting on a chair as your eyes observed ANDRÉS riding you with a deliberate and controlled pace, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he rode your cock; your tip hitting his sweet spot with each thrust and rocking of his hips against your lap. “Shit- fucking hell… such a good boy you are for me.” ANDRÉS groans with a breathless chuckle, you could only let out a frustrating whimper and writhe your body beneath his. You turned your head to hear the telephone ringing insistently on the desk, your attention was caught on the device for a moment; your eyes focused on the telephone as it rang while your mind raced with possibilities knowing it was probably the Professor calling.

“Look at me.” ANDRÉS commanded as he moved his hand and cupped your cheek gently yet firm to guide your attention back to him, you let out a needy whine as your secret lover stopped his movements and stayed still on your lap while he clicked his tongue. “Focus on me, and me alone.”

That immediately shut you up to an instant, you nodded your head obediently whined needily through the gag. ANDRÉS smirked playfully and began to ride you again, resuming his slow and controlled pace as he let out a soft grunt. “Fuckkk… querido…” ANDRÉS grunted, feeling your cock stretching out his hole while the telephone ringed insistently in the background but neither of you could focus on that right now at this intense and scandalous moment you two were having. “Mmm… you feel so good, amor…” He moaned and began to ride you faster, making you whimper and moans grow louder despite the gag in your mouth. “That’s it, good boy. Eyes on me.” ANDRÉS praised with a small smirk.

He kept doing this for a while, riding your cock while you stretched out his hole as well as his walls. You knew you wouldn’t last any longer because you could feel your orgasm approaching on how much your cockhead kissed his prostate over and over again as he relentlessly bullies himself on your cock. “You close?” ANDRÉS asked with a smirk, you moaned through the gag and nodded your head quickly, he let out a breathy laugh and rode you faster and groaned feeling his own release approaching.

A few more sloppy and relentless thrusting and eventually you reached your climax, your cock emptying your seed and came inside him and painted his walls white. ANDRÉS let out a needy moan as his own release followed, his cum shooting out of his cock and landing onto both your red jumpsuits, he pressed his forehead against yours while you both panted heavily and came down your highs at the aftermath. “Was it good for you, hm?” ANDRÉS teased with a cocky grin, he moved a hand removed the gag from you which allowed you to catch your breath more. The corner of lips tugged a sheepish smile as you let out a soft chuckle, “What’s so funny?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“The phone… it’s still ringing.” You gestured with a glance towards the desk, he rolled his eyes and scoffed before turning his head towards the telephone that was still insistently ringing after being long forgotten by both of you. “So? Ignore it then.” ANDRÉS replied, which made you chuckle more and stared at him mischievously.

“God, sometimes I love it when you’re an attention whore.”

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╰┈➤ berlin x hostage!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

˚ ༘♡ “i’m afraid you comrades have become our hostages.”

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t see the man speaking, none of you could. the blindfold pressed against your face, blocking the light that shone through the polished windows, just as the criminals had blocked every avenue of escape. you stood no different to the others lined up alongside you, all you could do was listen. the nervous shuffling of feet, muffled sobs, and the erratic breathing of strangers filled the air, feeding your already frayed nerves. the tension was suffocating, tightening around your chest like an iron grip.

˚ ༘♡ you were not supposed to be here. as an executive assistant for the korean mint, your job revolved around order, organizing reports, managing schedules, ensuring things ran smoothly. yet none of that prepared you for this chaos. the only reason you were here at this godforsaken hour was because the sleazy director had called you back after your shift ended. under the pretense of a scheduling issue, he had summoned you to his office, but his leering gaze and thinly veiled intentions made you regret not making an excuse to stay home. now, that regret burned even brighter, a pang of apprehension wretched in your stomach.

˚ ༘♡ the voice came again, stony and slicing through the panicked murmurs of the hostages. heavy footsteps echoed in the vast room, measured and unhurried, each step landing with intent. your pulse quickened. the sound grew closer, louder, more oppressive, until it felt as if it would stop directly in front of you. and to your fright, it did.

˚ ༘♡ a hand reached out, rough and sure, grasping your face. it wasn’t harsh enough to hurt, but there was no tenderness in it either, only control. your breath grew unstable as you felt the blindfold torn away, the fabric scraping against your skin. the sudden exposure to light stung your eyes, but you didn’t dare look up. fear rooted you in place, your gaze fixed on the ground as your hands trembled at your sides.

˚ ༘♡ “look up.” the voice was deep, mocking, the hint of a smirk woven into the thick north korean accent. the command wasn’t shouted, but it didn’t need to be. its weight was undeniable, pressing down on you like a hand on your throat. trembling, you hesitated, your fear begging you to keep staring at the floor.

˚ ༘♡ “i said, look up.” this time, there was steel in his tone, and the words struck like a whip. your body betrayed you before your mind could argue. slowly, reluctantly, you lifted your gaze.

˚ ༘♡ and that’s when you saw him.

˚ ༘♡ a man stood before you, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties. his features were pointed and unyielding, his sun-tanned skin stretched over high cheekbones and a jaw that clenched with latent superiority. his dark hair was slicked back, further emphasizing the austerity of his appearance. he did not wear a hahoe mask like the others. you could see his face clearly, and that fact alone sent a frigid sensation of fear through your veins. there was only one conclusion to draw from this, you would not leave here alive. no one could see a criminal’s face and live to tell the tale.

˚ ༘♡ “hmm.” his voice was quiet as he pondered what was on his mind, the sound of it drawing your breath to a halt. he leaned in, his piercing gaze narrowing as it swept over your face, studying you with disturbing focus. your chest rose and fell in rapid succession, struggling to expel the air caught in your lungs.

˚ ༘♡ “take a deep breath, would you?” his words were deceptively calm, but there was an authority in them you dared not defy.

˚ ༘♡ your hands trembled as you tried to obey, forcing an unstable inhale that did little to steady your racing heart. his eyes landed on your wool coat, where your phone protruded in the pocket. before you could react, he extended his hand.

˚ ༘♡ “give it to me.”

˚ ༘♡ hesitantly, you reached into your coat, stiff with fear, and handed the device to him. the instant it left your grasp, he tossed it to the ground. the sound of the screen shattering against the cold floor jolted you, but what came next made your stomach drop. with one swift motion, he raised his boot and brought it down, crushing the phone into a pile of broken glass and metal.

˚ ༘♡ you gasped aloud, stepping back as your limbs threatened to give out. your lips parted in shock, but he remained unfazed, standing there as if nothing had happened.

˚ ༘♡ “i’m berlin,” he introduced himself, his tone harsh and taunting. his gaze didn’t move as he continued, his voice softening into a contemplative murmur. “and you… you’re the daughter of the korean defense minister, aren’t you?”

˚ ༘♡ his words slashed through the sinister atmosphere, leaving you motionless where you stood.

˚ ༘♡ “i recognize your face now.” his lips twisted into a bemused grin. “tell me, why is the daughter of a wealthy minister working as a lackey in the mint?”

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t answer. your voice, if it even existed, was trapped somewhere between fear and disbelief. your eyes darted down to the shattered remains of your phone, then back up to meet his unyielding gaze. the glass fragments seemed to glint like shards of your own hope scattered across the floor.

˚ ༘♡ what he said was true. you were the eldest daughter of the defense minister, a man appointed to his position after the unification of korea. your father, once a prominent figure in the south korean national assembly, had earned his power and influence through a career focused on military affairs. but none of that mattered now. the consequence of that identity, the very thing you had tried so hard to keep hidden, was now fully exposed.

˚ ༘♡ berlin turned away from you with an air of satisfaction, as though he had uncovered some magnificent treasure. “how lucky are we, huh, denver?” he said, addressing one of the masked criminals in a red jumpsuit. his tone was darkly delighted, dripping with smug arrogance. “the daughter of such a prominent figure, right here, as our hostage.”

˚ ༘♡ “sir…” you finally managed to stammer, your voice weak. every fiber of your being told you that begging or pleading would be futile, this heist was too carefully planned, too calculated for something as pitiful as that to persuade them. yet, despite the tremor in your voice, you forced the words out. “if… if i could just know the reason behind your mission.”

˚ ༘♡ he sneered at your question, his lip curling as if amused by your naïveté. “that,” he said coldly, his tone sharp enough to slice through you, “is none of your concern.” he stepped closer, and you instinctively leaned back, though there was nowhere to go. “don’t waste my time with stupid questions. it will do you no good.”

˚ ༘♡ before you could retreat further, his hand reached out, firm fingers tilting your chin upward. his dark eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your pulse thunder in your ears. his touch was ice-cold, akin to winter frost against your skin, and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

˚ ༘♡ “moscow,” he barked, not breaking his gaze from yours, “head upstairs and inform the professor of our… fortunate discovery. i think he’ll find it rather interesting.”

˚ ༘♡ a stout man, dressed identically to the rest of the criminals, gave a nod and slung his rifle over his shoulder. without a word, he ascended the staircase, his laced boots thudding against the metal steps.

˚ ༘♡ you glanced around, your fear morphing into panic as your gaze drifted over the rest of the room. your co-workers from the mint, along with the high school students from the field trip, were still lined up, trembling and blindfolded. their muffled whimpers and shaky breathing filled the space like a grim symphony.

˚ ༘♡ but berlin’s attention was locked solely on you. “you,” he said, his voice dropping to something inexplicable, perhaps intimate, yet no less dangerous, “don’t belong here with the rest of the hostages, do you? no, you’re quite special.”

˚ ༘♡ his grip constructed around your arm suddenly, rough enough to make you wince. “rio, tokyo,” he barked, not sparing a glance at the others. “get the rest of the hostages dressed and armed. i’ll handle our guest here.”

˚ ༘♡ two figures stepped forward from the line of criminals. the younger man, who you assumed was rio, removed his mask without reluctance and began moving to obey berlin’s orders. his expression was subdued, almost resigned, as though this were routine. the woman, tokyo, followed suit, her softer features contorting into a glare she didn’t bother to hide from berlin. though she clearly didn’t agree, she complied without protest.

˚ ༘♡ before you could process what was happening, berlin began dragging you toward the stairs. his grip was unrelenting, and you stumbled to keep pace. the acrid scent of cigarette smoke clung to his breath, filling your senses and heightening your unease.

˚ ༘♡ as you were pulled upstairs, you glanced over your shoulder. the rest of the hostages were being herded like sheep, their blindfolds removed and their devices confiscated. there was an air of chaos and helplessness, but the criminals operated with a cold precision that made it all the more horrifying.

˚ ༘♡ you knew he had ordered you not to speak, but the aching concern for your colleagues at the mint outweighed your better judgment. you forced the words out, your voice barely above a whisper, “sir, what will happen to the others?”

˚ ༘♡ his reaction was instant, cruel and unforgiving. “enough with the questions. are you deaf?” his tone was laced with irritation, his hand tightening on your arm as he halted at the top of the stairs. his free hand moved briskly to rest on the rifle slung across his chest, an action that sent your pulse into overdrive. “as long as they do as they’re told,” he said coldly, his eyes flicking down to meet yours, “they’ll live.”

˚ ༘♡ the intent behind his words sank solemnly in your chest, but they provided little comfort. what did doing as they’re told mean? what did that entail? you didn’t dare ask for clarification. fear had locked your throat shut.

˚ ༘♡ at the end of the hallway, he forced you into a conference room. it was meant to be a professional space, a place for meetings, discussions, plans, but now it felt like a suffocating cage. berlin shoved you forward with a careless force that sent you stumbling to the floor. the tawny carpet felt rough beneath your hands, and as you tried to gather yourself, you realized your legs wouldn’t stop shaking. you were trembling so violently that getting back up seemed impossible.

˚ ༘♡ he stood over you, shaking his head with a theatrical sigh, his expression twisted into something resembling mock pity. “get up,” he ordered, his voice ridden with feigned concern. “it’s a pathetic sight. if i wanted to kill you, don’t you think i’d have done it by now?”

˚ ༘♡ yet even his attempt to rationalize your survival did nothing to soothe your frayed nerves. when you didn’t rise fast enough, he moved toward you, his impatience evident. before you could brace yourself, his hands gripped your waist, hauling you to your feet with little regard for your pitiful form.

˚ ༘♡ “relax, damn it!” he lashed out, though there was no softness in the demand. his hands lingered a second too long before he let go, stepping back. “you’ve got the easy end of this,” he continued, nodding toward the door. “out there? they’re the ones who’ll do the hard labor. you? you get to stay here, comfortably out of the way.”

˚ ༘♡ your eyes widened, the tears you’d been holding back streaking down your pallid cheeks. you couldn’t stop yourself from inquiring, the words escaping your mouth negligently. “but why… why do i need to stay here?”

˚ ༘♡ his lips curved into a faint, sardonic smile, as though your confusion entertained him. “another question,” he droned, his tone coarsely indulgent. “but i’ll allow it, i was going to tell you anyway.”

˚ ༘♡ he stepped closer, the austerity of his presence bearing down on you. “the police will come,” he began, his voice calm but charged with menace. “it’s only a matter of time. they’ll gather intel on the crisis, and they’ll try to ruin everything for us, storm the building, act recklessly.” he paused, his dark eyes boring into yours. “but they won’t. not when they know we have the minister of defense’s daughter in our grasp.”

˚ ༘♡ the reveal of the grand scheme hit you like a blow, leaving you breathless. you stared up at him, horrified, as the full reality of your situation sank in. you weren’t merely a hostage, you were leverage, a bargaining chip, a pawn in their game. and there was no escaping it.

˚ ༘♡ “i already know what you’re going to say,” berlin said, his voice deadly quiet, yet every word seemed to reverberate in the air around you. his finger grazed your cheekbone, the touch sedated and delicate, as if savoring the terror etched across your face. the lightest brush of his skin against yours was enough to send a shudder through your body. his hand continued its path, stopping just at the curve of your rosy lips, his dark eyes watching your every reaction with a formidable pleasure.

˚ ༘♡ “and if the police don’t heed your father’s words?” he murmured, tilting his head slightly as though contemplating the question himself. his finger hovered over your lips, lingering just long enough to make you careen in your stance. “then that pretty face of yours won’t see another day.”

˚ ༘♡ there was a chilling contradiction in his expression, brutality melded with a macabre thrill, as if he relished the power he held over you and everyone else. it was distressing in its intensity, and you couldn’t tear your gaze away, no matter how much you wanted to.

˚ ༘♡ he pulled back slightly, his tone shifting into something almost casual, as though he hadn’t delivered a forthcoming death threat. “if the police act accordingly, it won’t have to come to that,” he said, his tone smooth and reassuring. “you’ll leave here unscathed, so don’t worry too much.”

˚ ༘♡ he smirked then, the expression devoid of true sincerity but brimming with confidence. “i’m willing to believe your dear father will do everything in his power to ensure his precious daughter’s safety. a man like him doesn’t let something like you go to waste. he would heaven and earth for you, wouldn’t he?”

˚ ༘♡ your politician father’s influence, his position, his wealth, it had all painted a target on your back. now, you were nothing more than power in their hands, a negotiation tool that could either save or destroy you. and berlin appeared to revel in the knowledge of it.

a/n: a money heist korea fanfiction for berlin! let me know if you have anymore requests for him as well as your thoughts! 🤍

[bleulone]

"And the most important, Roi, is that you have shown pride. And dignity. And balls"

JULIO PEÑA FERNÁNDEZ as ROI in BERLÍN (2023-)

[i-am-aprl]

@albafloresoficial shows solidarity with Palestine during Premios Goya 2024 👏👏

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'the ocean

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I've noticed the lack of memes in this fandom So I've gone ahead and made a few uwu

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JULIO PEÑA berlin

[tomcriuse]

Álvaro Morte as Sergio Marquina La Casa de Papel | Season 1

[depressopax]

Dating Berlin headcanons

Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist

NSFW version

SFW version can be found here

Pairing: Andrés de Fonollosa x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. Semi-public, oral, cuss words, degradation, penetration Words: 1.2K Summary: Dating Berlin/Andrés would include…  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! AO3 link soon

Andrés is a switch… You can’t change my mind

He loves being on top of you, making you beg for him and his cock

…But he also loves being under you, letting you have your way with him while he submits to all of your wishes.

It totally depends on what you like in bed

And what mood he’s in. 

He has much stamina and a high sex drive, but sometimes he just likes being lazy, letting you take control while he lays down.

Basically a bit of a “pillow princess” lmao

When he’s being submissive, you’re all his.

He appreciates you being loving, of course

But he also gets turned on by you being rough, with degradation/insults and moving in a fast pace

Fuck it, he gets turned on by you choking him and “light” slaps on his face.

As long as you don’t leave big marks on his skin, he doesn’t mind. 

When he’s in control, he has two moods: - Passionate and slow - Fast and rough - No in between, usually.

He loves seeing you all helpless underneath him, making you a moaning, whimpering mess with his hard thrusts and fast pace

Just slutting you tf out

Heads up - if you ask him to be rough, homeboy will NOT hold back.

Seriously, when he says: “I’ll fuck you so you can’t walk straight” He means it. 

But of course he also loves to show his love to you with slow, passionate love-making sessions, so he calls them. 

Long strokes, lots of praise and kisses

Sex with Andrés means a lot of foreplay and some damn good aftercare.

He likes to really prepare you before penetrating you.

…Which you probably need. He is bigger than other men.

Which he brags about. ;)

He could (and probably will) tease you for hours.

Foreplay with him is usually cheesy. 

He lights candles, gives you massages, kisses you and rubs you in oils 

He knows what he does with both his hands/fingers and mouth 👀

He takes lot of time to make sure you’re ready

He wants you to beg for his cock before he gives it to you.

He uses condoms, but only if you ask him too.

Otherwise, he probably “forgets”

But sometimes he simply skips the foreplay and goes straight to action.

Usually this is when he’s frustrated, angry or really excited to see you (after being away from you etc)

Where he takes you doesn’t matter

He’ll bend you over anything, at any time, thrusting his cock into you whilst whispering praise

Or while ranting about why he’s in a bad mood - using sex as “therapy”.

When he’s in the mood, he’s a needy/clingy bitch

Sorry not sorry lol

Kissing your neck, playfully spanking your ass… You name it.

Doesn’t matter if you’re around people, he will not hesitate to tell you just how horny he is.

He doesn’t hide his boner from you, either.

Stands behind you, his clothed erection against your ass

You think he’s being annoying? “Do something about it” He’ll murmur with a big ass grin

Won’t stop until he gets to fuck you

OR until YOU fuck him.

He likes riling you up, getting you a bit mad only so you’ll be aggressive with him in bed.

During sex, he is either very serious, but can also crack a joke or two.

He tries to be “funny” especially if you are nervous during sex etc.

Your comfort is his top priority.

Lot of reassurance and questions “You ok?” “Does that feel good, mi amor?” “We’ll stop if you want to.”

He also praises you a lot “Fuck… Taking my cock so well.” “You’re so beautiful. So damn perfect”

When it comes to oral, Andrés doesn’t really have a preference either.

Like I said, this man is a switch.

It’s pretty easy to make him submit to you

Definitely will get on his knees if you ask him too - ready to please your needs

He likes squeezing your thighs, slapping your ass or stroking your stomach and chest when his lips/tongue works down there.

When he gives you oral, he’s very passionate and teasing

But if he’s really turned on tho - he’s messy. 

Sloppy oral sex where he uses a bit too much tongue- (I’m sorry 😭)

He could - probably would too - spend hours between your legs, tasting you

…Talks a bit too much “I could spend hours between your legs” “You taste so sweet, mi amor.” “That’s it… Lay back down and let me take care of you.”

Hot, but sometimes annoying lmao

When he’s the one receiving it? Lord have mercy-

Berlin tries to be nice and wants you to feel comfortable.

But how can he not push your head a bit?

If he feels mean, he pushes his hips up, making you gag on his cock.

He likes hearing you choke on him, and the tears in your eyes is a turn-on.

He likes finishing down your throat, holding your head still and basically fuck your face

But if YOU take charge - he’ll lay back down and let you control everything

Just tell him to “Be still”/”Don’t fucking move” and he’ll obey like a good boy <3

This is also one of the times when he’ll whimper and beg for you.

He thinks you’re so damn good at blowjobs, and legit begs for them all the time.

He’s extra sensitive when your mouth is around his member, and making him whimper and moan is easy peasy. 

He’s very rewarding after you give him heads, too.

Andrés is a bit of a kinky mf.

He def has some kind of daddy kink, wanting you to call him “daddy” in bed.

Honestly? He wouldn’t mind calling you mommy/daddy in bed too (if you’re into that lmao) - or he will do so just to tease you

He’s into light BDSM, and owns some nice pairs of blindfolds, ropes/handcuffs, a gag and some whips- 

The scene where he was tied up? Homeboy enjoyed that a bit too much Iykwim ;)

Sorry, but Andrés is definitely into cockwarming 👀

After finishing, he usually doesn’t pull out but instead keeps his softening member inside of you.

If you are into that too, he suggests for you to cockwarm him during nights.

He just loves being inside of you

When it comes to aftercare, he loves it.

Running you a hot bath, giving massages etc.

He is not the guy that asks for aftercare from you, but he does appreciate you taking care of him after you’ve topped him.

He likes to cuddle you 

Also likes having late night conversations with you, talking about dreams and the future, or just random bullshit.

He is very affectionate afterwards.

He loves and cherishes you and always tries showing it to you.

But after sex he is extra loving, which you can tell by the way he looks into your eyes

Or his smile.

To summarize… This man appreciates you no matter what and doesn’t care if he’s over or under you. He is a very passionate man and loves sex with you.

Did I just spend like 2h straight on writing a very detailed Berlin smut? Yep. No regrets 😭

[eatingoutmen]

“ INSIDE HIS OFFICE . ”

| ☎︎ A/N : feeding ya’ll again with Professor/Sergio Marquina because I am OBSESSED and INLOVE with him and Àlvaro Morte in general, so why not show our submissive nerdy man some love? Also, I have just been suffering with writes block and taking a break off for my mental health. Anyway, enjoy this smut-fic!! I’m sorry if this took too long, I had to proofread this alot of times… (😭)

| 𖤐 PAIRINGS : Sergio Marquina x Top Male Reader

| ⚠︎ CWS ; male/amab reader, no pronouns used, office sex, semi-public sex, praise kink, humiliation kink, teasing, blowjob, throat-fucking, multiple orgasms, fingering, slow and sensual to fast and rough sex, dumbification, creampie, porn with no plot.

It was late at night, the moon casted its gentle glow as it created a quiet and peaceful moment around the warehouse. Except for the loud grunts and moans that could be heard in the Professor's office, along with choked sobs and loud gags of a cry of pleasure behind the closed door.

The Professor was on his knees, he was still half-clothed with his suit jacket was on the floor, his shirt unbuttoned and his tie sitting loosely around his shirt collar and his pants slightly revealing his boxers along with the bulge outlining in the fabric. Sergio’s hair was tousled while his glasses were barely hanging onto his face from the overwhelming pleasure, a hand held Sergio by the top of his head; making him bob his head with guidance and purpose.

Sergio’s hands grasped onto your knees for support as he was a submissive mess, he responded eagerly at the feeling of your cock moving inside his mouth. He would let out muffled moans and choked sobs whenever the tip of your dick would go deep down his throat, his nails scratched the fabric of your pants, tears welling up in his hues as he continued to gag around you.

He always loved it when you take control of him, making feel weak and pathetic from your dominant presence.

Your cock was so deep down in his throat, you were moving so fast that Sergio found it too difficult to take your movements, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to take your movements eagerly. The pleasure becoming almost unbearable and overwhelming for him, he let out a gag as a shudder ran down his spine. His spit dripping down his chin as his hands held onto your knees, he looked up to you with submission and need in his gaze as his glasses were barely hanging onto his face.

You let out a soft chuckle as you pulled out and let him catch his breath, you tapped the tip of your cock against Sergio’s cheek, your smile grew wider seeing the blush that crept on his face. “Think you can still take it, Professor?” You teasingly asked, your voice a blend with dominance and desire. You watched as his breath became ragged as he tried to form coherent words to reply to your teasing question, making you chuckle lowly.

Sergio lets out a shaky breath as he looked up to you, his hands grasping onto your knees for support. He opens his mouth to respond but the words in his throat are choked and comes out as just incoherent sounds, he looks away to avoid your gaze. You placed hand on his chin, tilting him to meet your eyes. “Answer me, I said can you still take it?” You asked, rubbing the tip of your cock to his lips teasingly. His breath caught on his throat as he nodded his head quickly in response, yet it still wasn’t the answer you were looking for. “Use your words, Professor…”

Sergio lets out a whimper as he struggled to find his voice, his hands trembling as he grasped onto your knees and felt his cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and surrender. He nodded his head again as he met your gaze. “Y-yes… I-I can take it…” He managed to gasp out, his voice trembling as his words were breathless yet filled with surrender and submission. ""I-I can take whatever... you give me..." His flustered face got more flustered as he heard your mocking chuckle dancing in his ears.

He looked so pathetic, and you loved it.

You rubbed the tip of your cock to Sergio’s lips, you heard his breath hitching. You chuckled as you tilted your head slightly with a smirk forming onto on your lips. “Open your mouth, Professor…” You whispered, his eyes widened slightly as his breath quickened but was quick to obey. He opened his mouth widely for you, without hesitation. You shoved your cock back into his mouth again while your fingers tangled his hair, making him bob his head as you let out a groan at the feeling of his tongue swirling around on your cock.

You grunted loudly as you continued thrusting your hips back and forth while chuckling as you heard Sergio’s moans of pleasure were choked and gagged by your cock deep inside his throat, you stared down at him watching him taking your cock eagerly as his hands trembled while holding onto your knees while a shudder ran down his spine. You moaned loudly while you gripped his hair tightly, you kept going till you kept chasing your orgasm.

“Oh, fuck… Shit, ‘m close-” You moaned out, your words encouraging him to work his tongue faster on while thrusting your hips faster and tightened your grip on his hair. The sight of him clouded from pleasure as he continued to choke and gag around your cock, you let out a breathless chuckle mix with a groan. You kept going and chasing after your orgasm as you thrusted into his mouth. Fucking his pretty face entirely.

One, two, three, four more thrust into his mouth as you let out a loud moan. Your grip on his hair tightened as you came in his mouth, a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine as you looked down and see Sergio’s eyes widened and choking loudly at the feeling of your load in his mouth, you groaned and let out a low chuckle seeing him swallowing it all eagerly. You looked down at him as you got a better look of his cum staining his pants from the pleasure you gave him.

You let go of his hair and he pulled off of your cock, with a small ‘pop’ sound and watch him gasp for air. Breathing heavily as he tried to regain himself, a mix of your cum and his spit drooling down his chin, he adjusted his glasses as he blushed while his hands rested on his thighs looking up to you with those brown eyes he had, looking like an adorable puppy begging, a smirk curled into your lips.

You knew exactly what he wanted and you were gonna give it to him…

You had Sergio with his legs spread wide for you, his cum-stained pants and boxers discarded, his button up shirt unbuttoned as his tie was sitting loosely around his shirt’s collar, his beautiful body displayed all for you to please and cherish. Your middle finger and ring finger stretching out his hole as you prepped him for your cock. Loud but muffled moans and choked sobs escaped his lips as he threw his head back, tears of pleasure welled up from his eyes. His cock leaking pre-cum as he squirmed his body at the feeling of yours fingers hitting his prostate, hitting all the rights spots that made him to let out loud moans and whimpers.

“Oh, oh- god- hmph!… [N-Name]!-” He cried out as he cut himself off with a loud moan mix with a high pitch whimper, his hands finding their way to his clothes, gripping it tightly as his knuckles turned white. With one hand, you gently held his thigh, rubbing them gently to calm him down and get him to stop squirming so much. “You’re so loud, Professor. The team might hear you, you know?” You teased, as you see him whimper and blush at the thought of being overheard at this intimate moment he was having with you. You chuckled as you watch him let out a series of moans and whimpers escape his lips while you continued to stretch him out.

You tilted your head and chuckled lowly seeing him in such messy and vulnerable state, his calm and composed demeanor was replaced with raw desire and submission as he turned into a needy and desperate slut. “Please… I-I need to cum… Please let me cum, please!…” Sergio desperately begged at you, tears streaming down his face as his hard cock twitched and leaked more pre-cum. He let out a series of moans and whimpers, growing louder and desperate as your fingers stretched him out.

He begged so beautifully that it was so pathetic yet so incredibly hot.

You hummed in response, your fingers continued to hit his prostate, repeatedly abusing it as your eyes lingered at the sight of him so whorish and needy, his moans turning into high pitch whimpers, filling the office’s atmosphere. His tears continued to well up from his eyes, you chuckled seeing his cock twitch and leaking out more pre-cum onto his stomach. Your fingers slowing and teasing his hole, he let out a whine from your action, his orgasm suddenly subsided. You liked seeing him get frustrated on you.

It turns you on seeing him get all so needy like a desperate slut begging to get fucked dumb.

“[Name]… Don’t tease me… please…” Sergio whined, a soft whimper leaving his lips seeing you chuckle at his response, you met his gaze, with a cocky grin on your face. “You’re so cute when you beg, Professor…” You said teasingly, causing him to blush and let out a needy whimper. “[Name]…” He whined, his voice barely a whisper.

“I know, mi amor. Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum… Just be a good boy for me, okay?” You said, he whimpered while he nodded his head eagerly waiting patiently for his release that you held in your hands, he continued to moan and whimper uncontrollably at the feeling of your fingers hitting his prostate with precision.

Your eyes trailed down his body, eyes stopping as you noticed his cock leaking more pre-cum onto his stomach, you chuckled lowly and began to fasten your pace with your fingers while fingering his hole, abusing his sweet spot repeatedly. His moans turned into high pitch whimpers and choked sobs at your relentless pace. “[N-Name]!… f-fuck- ahh- oh- oh god!-” He cried out, his body arching in response as he screamed to the overwhelming sensation, his hard cock twitching as it continued to leak more pre-cum. “D-don’t stop… please, don’t stop!…” He threw his head back as he arched his body further, ass in the air for you to continue to stretch him out and give him his sweet release.

You hummed as you continued to push him further to edge of release, you chuckled hearing him moan and gasp uncontrollably at the sensation of your fingers abusing his sensitive spot in all the right ways. “Gonna cum, Professor?” You asked, looking down at the man beneath you, nodding his head desperately. “Mmm…Yes- s-shit!… oh, God- Yes!” He managed to gasp out between moans, desperately on the edge of release as his cock leaked more pre-cum onto his stomach. “P-please, [Name]… let me… let me cum!… please!” He pleaded, his body yearning for that sweet release that you held the key to.

You chuckled hearing his desperate pleas, you maintained your relentless pace as your fingers jabbed his prostate. “Go ahead, Professor. Cum for me.” You urged, watching his cock spill cum all over his stomach as he moaned out your name loudly. His body trembled from the intensity of the moment while he laid there, breathless and sated from his intense climax, his body still tingling with the echoes of pleasure. You smiled as you pulled out your fingers and let him rest for a while after that overwhelming pleasure you gave him.

Before you can say or do anything, he sat up from the floor and moved towards you and began to straddled himself onto your lap, your eyes widened in surprise as he rocked his hips onto your clothed crotch, creating some delicious friction.

He leaned in close to your ear, his warm breath ghosting on your skin. “I want more…” Sergio whispered, his voice husky and tone filled with lust, he placed a soft peck against your lips as he continued to rock his hips against your clothed crotch while letting out a needy whimper, his eyes filled with need and longing.

How can you deny his request when he looks so pretty and needy all for you?

The clock on the wall continued tick its hours away from what you two were doing now, you now had The Professor bent over the desk as it shook loudly back and forth, important documents and blueprints of the heist’s plans and strategies began falling off as it hit the floor from getting shook and pushed off. He let out moans and whimpers as well as incoherent words and choked sobs from his lips, echoing loudly in the atmosphere of his office.

Sergio’s hair was tousled even more and his glasses were barely hanging on his face from the pleasure you were providing, both of your hands held him by his waist, moving and holding him down higher to the table as you thrusted your hips, the wet sounds of both his and your skin meeting against each other and his cries of overwhelming pleasure you were elicited within him created such a erotic atmosphere in the office.

His hands grasped onto the edge of the table for support as he was a moaning mess, his body responding eagerly at the feeling of your cock was moving so slow and teasing inside of him, he would let out loud moans whenever the tip of your dick would hit his prostate, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through him.

Yet it still wasn’t enough for him. No, he craved more. More of your sweet, overwhelming pleasure. But you were being so cruel to him that it was driving him insane.

Your cock was deep inside of his hole, moving so slow that it was driving Sergio to the edge of frustration and need, his breath was coming in shallow gasps as he tried to form coherent sentences to your movements. The pleasure becoming almost unbearable and overwhelming for him, “P-please… m-move faster…” Sergio managed to gasp out between whimpers, he rocked his hips to meet your movements, his body eagerly moving in rhythm to your slow and teasing pace.

You chuckled as you continued thrusting your hips so deliberate and teasing, making him deny what he begged for, which caused him to let out a whine of frustration. Your hands held his waist firmly as your moved in and out of his hole. He gasped and moaned at the feeling of your cock moving in and out of walls and stretching him out. “Patience, Professor… patience…” You teasingly whispered, he whined at your response which caused you to chuckle lowly. “Come on, a bit of patience wouldn’t hurt right, Professor?”

He let out a whine of frustration, his nails digging into the desk as he rocked his hips to meet your pace, his breath came in gasps and moans as he panted out heavily. He knew at this point he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed that sweet release again that only you can grant him, and with that. He let out a needy whimper, hoping to himself that his plan would work on you. “[N-Name]… please…” Sergio pleaded, his voice a breathless whisper. You clicked your tongue in response, trying not to give in to his pleas.

But, God the way he begged for you was like a siren’s call, so alluring and impossible to resist.

You chuckled mockingly as you continued your slow and teasing pace, your cock stretching out his hole and moving in and out of his walls. You leaned down, pressing your chest against his back, carefully trying not put much of your weight on him and dropped your voice into a low and husky whisper, your lips brushing against his ear as your breath ghosted on his skin. “Beg a little harder, Professor...” You ordered, as you increased your pace slightly, which elicited a loud moan from him.

He let out a shaky moan as your cock moved deep inside of his hole, his hard cock between his legs leaking pre-cum as his body quivered with pleasure, his hands grasping onto the desk as it shook back and forth from your movements. With a mix of need and vulnerability and a soft moan escaping his lips. “P-please… f-faster… I-I need you [Name]…” Sergio gasped out, his plea was filled with urgency, he let out a whimper as your cock stretched his hole as well his walls.

And with that plea, you draw all the way out. Thrusting your hips as you pounded his hole aggressively, the tip of your cock getting caught with his rim. His moans and whimpers grew louder at the sudden increased intensity of your pace, the desk shook back and forth as he held onto to it for support. His legs getting weaker and weaker at each deeper thrust inside him.

“Y-yes… j-just like that!—” He managed to gasp out between moans, his glasses loosely hung on the crook of his nose. His body quivered with pleasure and satisfaction. “Keep going!… j-just like that!…” He moaned loudly, his words were punctuated by gasps and moans of ectasy. Your hands held his waist firmly as you slammed your cock back and forth in his hole, thrusting deeper inside his walls. “You like that, Professor?” You asked teasingly, staring down at the man who was so high off the pleasure looking like as if he lost his fucking mind.

“Mmm… Y-yes!… I-I love it!… d-don’t stop!…” Sergio cried out, his eyes screwing shut as his cock leaked out more pre-cum, you chuckled seeing him struggle to form coherent words to answer you. You snapped your hips back and forth, your pace growing faster and faster, making him scream from the overwhelming pleasure you were offering him.

“Then why don’t you thank me, Professor. Like a good boy for giving you what you needed so badly.” You chuckled while pounding his hole and stretching out his walls, your tip brushing against his sweet spot. Making his moans and whimpers grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin smacking against skin that echoed throughout the office.

“Y-yes… t-thank you!… thank you for moving… f-faster!…” Sergio gasped out, as he was getting fucked so deeply by you. You reveled the way his moans and whimpers grew louder, you tilted your head and smirked at the idea of the team hearing him from just outside the door. “You do realize how loud you’re getting right, Professor?” You remarked, while maintaining your fast pace. “Ever thought about the team might hear you, huh?” You added, with a chuckle as you slammed your hips back and forth.

Sergio was so high off of the pleasure that he felt like he was seeing heaven, he couldn’t give a damn if the team heard him or walk in and see the two of you like this. All he cared about was getting fucked so dumb by you, the feeling of your cock pounding his hole and making submit to your dominant demeanor. His throat burning from moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, his body quivering as his cock leaked more pre-cum. “I-I don’t care… just keep going…” He whispered hoarsely, his voice rough and sore.

You chuckled at his response, you continued to thrust yourself deeper in his walls, your hands holding his waist firmly as you pounded your cock deep inside him. You stared down at his appearance, his hair tousled, his glasses barely hanging onto the crook of his nose, his body quivering from the overwhelming pleasure you were evoking within him. You chuckled as you continued to tease him further, “What’s wrong, Professor? Is this too much for you? Want me to stop?” Your smirk widened hearing him whine at the last sentence.

“D-don’t you dare… oh, f-fuck… don’t you dare fucking s-stop, [Name]…” Sergio managed to gasp out between moans, his voice filled desperation and frustration. You chuckled as you continued to thrust your hips faster and faster, his walls hugging your cock tightly while your tip kept abusing his prostate. You kept going as you chased your orgasm, abusing his sweet spot with unerring accuracy, hitting it all the right spots that make him see heaven.

“You close, Professor?” You asked, looking down at him as he was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, his body trembling with need of release. He opened his mouth to answer but the words were caught in his throat and all that came out incoherent sounds and choked sobs, you chuckled while continuing your fast pace. Pushing him further to the brink of another release, “Come on, Professor. Use your words...”

Sergio let out loud shaky moan as he nodded his head slightly, his cock between his legs leaked more pre-cum as he was teetering on the edge of release. “Y-yes… I-I’m… close, so close…” He managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse and a breathless whisper. “P-please, [Name]… let me... let me cum… please…” His plea laced with desperation and longing, surrendering to overwhelming pleasure that you were orchestrating within him.

You chuckled hearing his desperate pleas, you maintained your relentless pace as your cock jabbed his prostate. “Go ahead, Professor. Cum for me.” You ordered, watching his cock spill cum all over himself as he moaned out your name loudly. His body trembling with the intensity of another climax, riding his orgasm as his cock shot out his load onto the floor. He couldn’t ride off his high properly as you continued thrusting your cock deep inside him, chasing your own release.

“Inside… p-please…” Sergio slurred out, his body trembling as he felt your cock twitch inside of his hole as his walls squeezed around you. His throat burning from moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, “You want me breed you, huh? Professor?” You asked teasingly, he nodded eagerly.

“Mmm… y-yes… please, [Name]…” Sergio responded weakly, his walls hugging your cock tighter, and that threw over the edge. You kept thrusting a few more times til you finally rode out your orgasm, you let out a groan as you painted his walls white with your cum.

You were both breathing heavily and sweating profusely with the aftershocks from the intense lovemaking, both your bodies trembling and chest rising and falling as you both catch your breath. You groaned as you slowly pulled out of him, you let out a breathless laugh seeing his body trembling and legs shaking completely while holding onto the desk for support. His hole dripping out your cum down to his legs.

You switched his bent over position and carefully sat him on the desk’s table and peppered his face with kisses, “I love you, Sergio…” You whispered softly and adjusted his glasses, he smiled faintly and rested his forehead against yours. His breaths mingling with yours. “I-I love you too… [Name]…” Sergio whispered back, his voice weak but filled with warmth. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead as he let out a contented sigh.

“Finally, they fucking stopped!” Someone shouted from the other side of the room, you and Sergio exchanged looks, you laughed breathlessly seeing his flustered and embarrassed face.

Well, this is gonna be an awkward next morning with the team, but you couldn't really care about it. On the bright side, at least you fucked your boyfriend.

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╰┈➤ berlin x hostage!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! there is a part one to this imagine, scarface!

˚ ༘♡ four trillion won.

˚ ༘♡ that was the amount they intended to steal, an unimaginable fortune. the audacity of their plan stunned you, even as you sat there in silence. you couldn’t understand why they hadn’t already taken the money and disappeared into the night. why target the korean mint, one of the most heavily secured institutions in the country, knowing full well that the highest figures in government and law enforcement would throw the full extent of their resources against them? it was only after you pressed your ear against the locked door of the conference room you were being held in that you learned the truth. two of the masked criminals spoke in hushed tones outside, unaware of your eavesdropping. they weren’t stealing money, they were printing it. trillions of won, created right there in the heart of the mint. they had turned the hostages into laborers for their grand design.

˚ ༘♡ the sheer boldness of their plan was breathtaking. how could they possibly believe they would escape unscathed with such a colossal operation? the more you thought about it, the more impossible it seemed, yet there you were, locked away in this quiet chamber while chaos reigned elsewhere in the building. the government had to be handling this delicately, you thought. surely, they were devising a plan to save you and the others. but doubt crept in. could even the most experienced strategists outmaneuver criminals who had taken control of the mint and were orchestrating a crime of this magnitude?

˚ ༘♡ time felt meaningless in the isolation of the room. the only sign that a day had passed was the clock mounted on the wall, its rhythmic ticking drilling into your ears. you hadn’t seen anyone since being brought here, hadn’t exchanged a word with a single soul. the only sounds were muffled voices from the floors below and the occasional shuffle of footsteps beyond the door.

˚ ༘♡ you sat on a velvet couch, its soft fabric a sinister comfort in this nightmare, staring blankly at the far wall. thoughts of your coworkers plagued your mind. you pictured their faces, their fear, their desperation. you knew they were suffering far worse than you, trapped in the thick of it while you were left here in this eerie silence. guilt gnawed at you, but so did dread. you wanted to believe the government would send in a rescue team, that the nightmare would end in a blaze of heroics. but you knew better. any such attempt could end in bloodshed, a massacre for everyone trapped inside the mint.

˚ ༘♡ the sharp metallic click of the door unlocking shattered the suffocating silence of the room, sending a jolt through your body. instinctively, you scrambled to your feet, adrenaline surging through your veins, but the moment your eyes landed on the figure stepping through the doorway, your legs nearly gave out beneath you. it was berlin.

˚ ༘♡ in spite of the hahoe mask obscuring most of his face, there was no mistaking him. you’d heard his voice, his threatening commands, his venomous tone bleeding through the walls. he wasn’t just another cog in this terrifying machine, he was at the heart of it, the one pulling strings inside the mint while another, someone they called the professor, directed the chaos from elsewhere. berlin wasn’t the kind of man you could reason with, his presence was a cold, oppressive force that turned your stomach to stone.

˚ ༘♡ he removed the mask slowly, revealing a face carved from ice. his expression was devoid of warmth, his eyes glinting with something darker than malice, a kind of calculated cruelty that made you feel like prey cornered by a predator. your breath caught in your throat as he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound reverberating like a death knell in the confined space.

˚ ༘♡ “did you miss me?” his voice was low, mocking, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t find your voice. your knees buckled, and you collapsed back onto the velvet sofa as he strode toward you with slow, measured steps, each one harsher, each one amplifying the dread pooling in your chest. his hand rested on the rifle slung over his shoulder.

˚ ༘♡ he stopped mere inches from you, so close that his legs brushed against your knees. the air between you felt suffocating, stagnant with peril. his shadow loomed over you and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at him.

˚ ༘♡ “get up,” he ordered, his tone cutting like a blade. “we’ve got work to do.”

˚ ༘♡ your body refused to move. whether it was fear or disbelief, you weren’t sure, but the hesitation sealed your fate. his hand shot out, clamping around your wrist with a grip that felt like iron. before you could even register the pain, he yanked you to your feet with such force that you stumbled into him, your heart pounding wildly as his dark eyes bore into yours. there was no mercy in that gaze, no humanity, only control.

˚ ༘♡ “what do you need me to do?” you asked, the words tumbling out in a whisper, trembling as if your voice alone might provoke him further.

˚ ༘♡ his response wasn’t immediate. instead, his lips curled into a cruel grin, one that made your blood run cold. he tilted his head slightly, studying you like a wolf savoring its next move. then, without warning, his hand shot up, his fingers wrapping around your neck.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t choke you, not fully, but his grip was aggresive, sending a clear message that any resistance would be futile. his thumb pressed against your pulse, a mocking acknowledgment of the fear coursing through you.

˚ ༘♡ “what i need,” he said, his voice a dangerous growl, “is for you to listen.”

˚ ༘♡ before you could respond, he pulled his pistol from its holster, the cold steel brushing against your forehead. your breath became erratic, and tears blurred your vision as terror consumed you. the gun pressed harder against your head, his finger resting lightly on the trigger. he didn’t speak, didn’t move, he simply held you there.

˚ ༘♡ the silence stretched into eternity, every second an excruciating reminder of how close you were to the edge of oblivion. then, as abruptly as he’d grabbed you, he released his hold.

˚ ༘♡ you stumbled back, crashing into the edge of the desk, the sharp corner digging into your spine. tears streaked down your cheeks, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you stared at him, your voice shaking with anger and desperation. “what kind of psycho are you?” you spat through the tears. “i’ve done everything you’ve asked. I haven’t disobeyed a single order!”

˚ ༘♡ his laugh was cold, abrupt, and vacant of humor. he holstered the pistol with a conscious indifference, his eyes never leaving yours. “i know,” he said, his voice ridden with disdain.

˚ ༘♡ he picked up the assault rifle with a practically casual motion, his cold gaze never departing you. the barrel of the gun rose slowly, aiming directly at your head. the air in the room thickened, suffocating, and the only sound was the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. your legs quivered beneath you as though the terror of his presence alone had crushed you. sliding to the floor, you tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but your lips trembled, and no sound came. the words dissolved into the air, swallowed by the apprehension that left you paralyzed.

˚ ༘♡ he placed his finger on the trigger, his expression unreadable, detached, like this was just another mundane task in a long list of crimes. you stared down the cold, unyielding barrel of the rifle, waiting for the inevitable. and then, gunfire. a deafening roar. your eyes slammed shut, and you flinched, the sound of bullets tearing into the wall behind you ricocheting in your skull. debris rained down, and your breath came in shallow, gasping bursts. when you opened your eyes, he was lowering the gun, his actions unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to terrify you.

˚ ༘♡ “rio, get in here,” he barked, his voice sharp and commanding, shattering the tense silence.

˚ ༘♡ you barely registered the door opening as your chest heaved, struggling to catch your breath. a younger man entered, casually carrying a camera setup as if he were walking into a studio rather than a hostage situation. rio, you guessed, from the name berlin had called. his demeanor was unnervingly lighthearted, a jarring contrast to the man who had just fired bullets inches from your head.

˚ ༘♡ berlin turned his attention back to you, his cold eyes piercing through you as he slowly stalked toward where you were curled up on the floor. his boots echoed against the hard surface, each step jarring. then, unexpectedly, he crouched down in front of you. he reached out, his gloved hand brushing against your trembling fingers before wiping away the tears streaking your face. the gesture was gentle, but it felt like he was taunting you.

˚ ༘♡ he tucked a stray lock of your disheveled hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up so you were forced to look at him. “i’m sorry,” he said softly, his tone laced with condescension and faint amusement. “but you looked far too proper. too polished. not the image of a convincing hostage.” his words sank into you like poison, cold and sharp, leaving you speechless.

˚ ༘♡ before you could respond, rio’s voice cut through the tension, cheerful and jarring. “don’t listen to him. berlin just likes torturing people.” his grin was wide, almost playful, but it didn’t reach his eyes. the casual cadence in his tone made you shudder.

˚ ༘♡ berlin shot rio a hard, withering glare that silenced him instantly. the mood in the room darkened, the tension coiling tighter as both men pulled on their hahoe masks. rio stepped forward, adjusting the camera, and handed you a crumpled piece of paper. your hands shook as you took it, the paper feeling heavier than it should have, as though the weight of whatever was written on it could crush you.

˚ ༘♡ “what is this?” you managed to whisper, your voice hoarse and shaking. your hair hung in messy strands around your face, your clothes rumpled and stained from where you’d slid to the floor, every inch of you a reflection of the chaos unraveling around you.

˚ ༘♡ rio positioned the camera with precision, angling it to focus solely on you. “when i say go,” he said with an unsettling lightness, “read it. and look at the camera. don’t mess it up.”

˚ ༘♡ you unfolded the paper with trembling hands, your tears smudging the ink as you tried to make sense of the scrawled words. your pulse thundered in your ears as you glanced between the two masked figures, their faces unreadable, their stillness oppressive.

˚ ༘♡ the camera’s red light blinked on. rio stepped back, folding his arms as berlin stood in the background, his rifle now resting at his side. “go,” rio said, his tone commanding despite the casualness of his earlier demeanor.

˚ ༘♡ the cold steel of berlin’s pistol pressed against your temple, leading you to freeze you in place. every nerve in your body screamed to move, to fight, but you couldn’t. his presence mounted over you, magnified by the hahoe mask concealing his expression. you could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, threatening to drown out the words you were about to speak.

˚ ༘♡ your lips parted and you forced yourself to read from the crumpled paper in your hand. “this is a message to the korean defense ministry,” you began, your voice thin and uneven. your hands shook, the paper rustling audibly in the tense silence. “the criminals have taken me, the daughter of the defense minister, hostage.” you paused, struggling to steady your breathing. the weight of berlin’s pistol and the red, unblinking eye of the camera intensified the unbearable dread coursing through you.

˚ ༘♡ “they order that no action should be taken in aiding local enforcement in the matter of the crisis in the mint.” your voice wavered, breaking slightly as you swallowed the lump in your throat. the next line felt like poison, each word lodging itself in your chest. “as if any mandate is given… the defense minister will never see his precious daughter again.”

˚ ༘♡ an agonizing silence followed, the tension in the air so thick it felt like it might crush you. rio, standing behind the camera, finally broke it with an unsettling grin. “i think that’s good,” he said, pulling off his mask, his tone disturbingly mirthful, as though you’d just finished rehearsing a scene for a school play.

˚ ༘♡ berlin followed suit, removing his mask with slow consideration. his face was as composed as ever, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes betrayed a faint trace of satisfaction. he slid the pistol back into its holster, the click of metal echoing in the small, intolerable space.

˚ ༘♡ “you did well,” berlin said, his voice calm but dripping with mockery. “almost brought a tear to my eye.” he paused. “when your father sees this video, I have no doubt he’ll abandon any foolish notions of sending reinforcements. wouldn’t want him making a mistake he’d regret for the rest of his life.”

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t speak. the words wouldn’t come even if you tried. your body felt limp, burdened by the fear coursing through you. your eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet his gaze, the humiliation and terror blending into a numbing haze.

˚ ༘♡ berlin exhaled sharply, clearly unimpressed by your lack of answer. “fine, don’t say anything,” he muttered. rio had already begun disassembling the camera, his relaxed efficiency grating against the gravity of what had just transpired. berlin turned to leave, but not before throwing one last barb your way.

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll send someone to bring you food later,” he said, his tone tranquil, as though he were discussing a room service order. “and stop acting so disturbed. i’ve already told you, you won’t get hurt unless your father does something idiotic.”

˚ ༘♡ his words hung in the air as he followed rio out of the room. the heavy door slammed shut behind them, and the sound of the lock sliding into place echoed ominously in the silence.

˚ ༘♡ you remained where you were, collapsed on the cold floor, your body trembling uncontrollably. your breath came in shallow gasps, each inhale feeling like it might rip your chest apart. the slip of paper dropped from your fingers, landing on the floor akin to a ghost of the words you’d spoken.

˚ ༘♡ your gaze drifted to the wall, where the faint outline of bullet holes from berlin’s earlier demonstration still lingered. it was a cruel reminder of how precarious your situation was, how fragile your life had become. you tried to gather your thoughts, to steady yourself, but the crushing reality of what you’d just done, what they’d made you do, settled over you akin to an inescapable gloom.

˚ ༘♡ the room was quiet now, but the cruelty of their threats, their presence, still lingered, suffocating and relentless. you were alone again, yet you could feel their eyes on you, even from beyond the locked door. the words you’d spoken would soon reach your father. whether they would save you or sentence you to death, you had no way of knowing. all you could do was wait and wonder how much further they’d push you before you shattered completely.

˚ ༘♡ another day dragged by, wretched with misery and isolation. the meal left for you was delivered not by berlin but by a masked woman, who you identified as nairobi. you only knew her name because the guard outside your door addressed her so casually, as if this nightmare was their mundane routine. the food sat untouched. the idea of eating felt almost laughable. hunger clawed at your stomach, but your appetite had long since been smothered by fear and despair.

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t sleep. even when you closed your eyes, the silence of the room became deafening, amplifying every creak, every muffled voice, every thought. it left you no escape, only an endless loop of dread. the hours blurred together, and though you tried to find some shred of humanity in fixing your tangled hair and wiping away the remnants of smeared makeup, it was futile. the mirror reflected not a person but a ghost of one.

˚ ༘♡ you thought, bitterly, that the solitude would break you long before anyone had the chance to pull a trigger. this room had become a prison in every sense, its walls closing in, your own mind a tormentor. it felt like time itself was disparaging you, dragging endlessly on.

˚ ༘♡ on what must have been the third day, something shattered the monotonous rhythm. the muffled voices on the floor below you grew louder, more agitated, their tones sharper and more frantic. you pressed your ear to the door, your pulse quickening as you tried to make out the words. and then, suddenly, a gunshot.

˚ ༘♡ the sound was deafening and raucous. you flinched violently, stumbling back from the door, your heart hammering so hard it felt as though it might burst. the echo of the shot reverberated through the building, and then, silence. ominous, oppressive silence.

˚ ༘♡ your mind raced. had someone been killed? one of the hostages? one of the criminals? your breath quickened, each inhale feeling more shallow than the last. you strained to hear anything beyond the stillness, but nothing came.

˚ ༘♡ minutes ticked by like hours before the sound of approaching footsteps outside your door made you freeze. the lock clicked, and the door creaked open. berlin stepped in, and the sight of him sent a surge of fear crashing over you.

˚ ༘♡ he looked different. the composed, almost smug demeanor he had worn like armor before was gone. sweat clung to his sun-tanned skin, and his dark hair was damp, strands clinging to his forehead. his movements were sharp, erratic, like a man barely keeping control of something volatile within himself.

˚ ༘♡ “don’t move,” he rasped, his voice rough, the edge of it sharper than you’d ever heard before.

˚ ༘♡ you stood motionless, your body locked in place as he strode toward you with purpose. without warning, his hand slid along your midriff and waist, his touch invasive and deliberate.

˚ ༘♡ “what are you doing?” you managed to ask, your voice trembling as his fingers moved down to your hips. the sensation made your skin crawl, a mixture of fear and indignation boiling inside you.

˚ ༘♡ “making sure you’re not carrying something you shouldn’t be,” he replied coldly, his eyes narrowing as they bored into yours. his gaze was darker than before, something dangerous simmering just beneath the surface. “one of your co-workers decided to do something moronic,” he continued, his tone flat yet menacing. “and that will be the first and last time anything of that sort happens under my watch.”

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed hard, your throat dry as his words sank in. he stepped back slightly, but the tension in the air remained suffocating.

˚ ༘♡ “rules exist for a reason,” he said, his voice strained with warning. “and when they’re broken, there are consequences. severe ones.”

˚ ༘♡ his words dripped with malice, each syllable a remnant of the power he held. you didn’t need to ask what had happened downstairs, the gunshot told you everything. berlin’s words weren’t merely a warning, they were a promise.

˚ ༘♡ you stood there, trembling, your thoughts plagued with what might have led to the shot, who might have paid the price. you didn’t dare ask, he would not tell you. berlin’s gaze lingered on you for a second longer before he turned, his steps swift and purposeful.

˚ ༘♡ “wait,” you called out, your voice hushed but adequate enough to be heard through the quiet.

˚ ༘♡ berlin stopped in his tracks, his body tense, the sharp turn of his head exuding equal parts vexation and interest. his piercing eyes locked onto yours, and for a minute, he said nothing, letting the weight of his stare bear down on you. “what?” he demanded, his tone jeering, eyebrows raised in irritation.

˚ ༘♡ your gaze flicked down to the pistol strapped to his holster, then back up to his face. the thought that had formed in your mind was reckless, desperate, but it burned too fiercely to ignore. perhaps it was the days of isolation gnawing at your sanity, the endless hours of silence breaking you down. perhaps it was the suffocating fear that someone you knew might have just been killed, their life burnt out like a candle while you sat helplessly. or perhaps it was simply madness. whatever the reason, you made your choice.

˚ ༘♡ your legs moved before your mind could catch up. closing the distance between you, your breath unstable as you stood mere inches from him. berlin’s expression flashed with surprise, his body stiffening at your sudden proximity. you leaned in, your trembling lips brushing against his, and kissed him.

˚ ༘♡ for a heartbeat, everything stopped. the air seemed to crackle with tension, your pulse roaring in your ears. you had half-expected him to shove you away, to respond with mockery or fury, but he didn’t. instead, berlin leaned into you, his lips pressing firmly against yours. his hands, strong and willful, slid into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he deepened the kiss. his touch was practiced, commanding, and for a vanishing instant, you felt yourself lose control, immersed in the sudden intimacy.

˚ ༘♡ but the pistol. your mind screamed at you, yanking you back to reality. your hand moved instinctively, reaching for the cold grip of his weapon, but your fingers hesitated, trembling just inches away. the weight of what you were attempting began to sink in. even if you managed to grab it, even if you were fast enough, berlin still had his rifle slung over his shoulder. he was trained, dangerous, and ruthless. you would be dead before you even had a chance to fire. the consequences of your impulsive plan became glaringly clear, and your resolve vanished.

˚ ༘♡ finally, you broke the kiss, your breath uneven as you stepped back, your lips tingling from the lingering heat of his. berlin didn’t move for a short while, his hand still resting in your hair, his expression indistinct. slowly, he straightened, wiping the corner of his mouth with a measured motion. your crimson lipstick had left a faint stain on his lips, a warm mark against his otherwise cold exterior.

˚ ༘♡ he glanced down at his fingers, then back at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “you’re a lovely girl,” he said, his tone soft but laced with condescension, “but don’t you think you’re a little young for me?”

˚ ༘♡ his words stung, slashing through the haze of your reckless attempt. he reached for his pistol, not in alarm, but almost as if reminding you of its presence, and adjusted it in the holster, his gaze glistening with quiet amusement.

˚ ༘♡ “nice try,” he added, his voice low, his smirk widening slightly. “but let me give you some advice, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

˚ ༘♡ the door creaked open again, breaking the heated tension, and this time, it was nairobi and tokyo who stepped inside, their presence an abrupt shift in the air. their eyes immediately fell on you and berlin, and their expressions morphed into those of stunned bewilderment. nairobi’s brows shot up, her gaze drifting between berlin’s crimson-stained lips and your disheveled appearance. your hair was still messy, your lipstick smeared, and your clothes rumpled from the chaos of the last few moments. tokyo’s expression, however, was sharper, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene with a mix of suspicion and barely concealed fury.

˚ ༘♡ “i think our hostage has developed stockholm syndrome,” nairobi said with a laugh, her voice breaking through the awkward atmosphere. her tone was playful, almost teasing, as if she were enjoying the absurdity of the situation.

˚ ༘♡ you flushed with embarrassment, heat rising to your cheeks. being seen like this, vulnerable, exposed, was humiliating, and nairobi’s comment only deepened the shame aching in your chest. you glanced away, trying to avoid their gazes, but it was futile. they had already seen enough.

˚ ༘♡ “berlin!” tokyo snapped, her voice sharp and accusatory. “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

˚ ༘♡ the shift in berlin’s demeanor was immediate and unmistakable. his jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, his irritation rising to the surface. it was clear from the way he glared at tokyo that he despised her, there was no mistaking the loathing in his face.

˚ ༘♡ “what do you want?” berlin demanded, his tone malicious and impatient. “this better be important.”

˚ ༘♡ tokyo crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at his deflection. “the professor wants to speak to the defense minister’s daughter.”

˚ ༘♡ the mention of the professor sent a chill down your spine. berlin’s presence was terrifying enough, but the professor, this unseen mastermind pulling the strings, was a obscure figure who appeared even more dangerous in his absence.

a/n: let me know your thoughts and if you have anymore requests for money heist!!! 🤍

[bleulone]

JULIO PEÑA FERNÁNDEZ as ROI in BERLÍN (2023-)

[tomcriuse]

Álvaro Morte as Sergio Marquina La Casa de Papel | Money Heist 1.04

[eatingoutmen]

MDNI. - 18+ content. random afternoon posting and just thinking about inexperienced yet needy!Sergio Marquina giving you head for the first time.

just the thought of Sergio Marquina being so needy for you yet he doesn’t have that much experience when it comes to sex is such a turn on im gonna be honest. like in that one episode where he told Tokyo that he’s not a virgin; but he isn’t the type of person that “sleeps around”. so when he met you, it all pretty much altered his brain chemistry. in his head he really wanted you to fuck him and leave him breathless and wanting more, but with his poor lack of experiences when it came to sex. it made it hard for him, but Sergio was very determined to learn, and by ‘very’ i mean very determined to please and satisfy you with such eagerness and neediness in his eyes. and here he was now, on his knees and giving you a sloppy yet pleasurable blowjob while you guided him and telling him what to do.

“teeth, love. watch your teeth… don’t think too hard.” you groaned softly and grunted feeling his teeth grazing on your cock slightly, your fingers tangled his hair slightly while making him bob his head and guided his movements as he responded eagerly, a smirk curled into your lips hearing him let out choked moans and gags while his tongue swirled around and tasted every inch of you and coating your cock with saliva. the sight of Sergio on his knees what such an alluring and beautiful scenery. his dark brown eyes behind those signature glasses were filled with a mix of emotions - lust, desire, and raw need made you chuckle huskily while your head fell back slightly in blissful surrender and let out more husky groans and soft moans as your cock twitched inside his mouth and leaked pre-cum while his wet tongue worked its magic as he continued his skilled and expertise ministrations; making your noises of pleasure grow louder and your body arch.

“fuckkk… shit- ahh, fuck- ‘m close.” you moaned out, your grip on his hair tightened and that drove him over the edge. Sergio swirled his tongue around your cock and gagged feeling your hips thrusting into his mouth as you chased your orgasm, his eyes widened in surprise and arousal hearing your guttural moan of satisfaction, he let out a choked moan feeling your cock twitch as you came inside his mouth, he eagerly swallowed down every last drop of your cum, your grip on his hair loosened and watched him quickly pull out from your cock and let out ragged gasps and tried to regain his composure, a mixture of your cum and his saliva glistened down his chin while he watched you wrap your hand around cock and stroking it with urgency and moaning breathlessly, his breath hitched and quickly opened his mouth without hesitation. his breath caught on his throat as your cock squirted its last drop of cum into his mouth and while some landed on his face and glasses, his cheeks blushed furiously in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, your low and husky chuckle adding to it sent shivers of pleasure and excitement down his spine and made him more vulnerable. “Good boy, you did so well,” you praised softly and smirking playfully while adjusting his cum-smeared glasses.

“Now, let me teach you how to ride me, my love.”

[angelseraphines]

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╰┈➤ berlin x lover!reader headcanons

¡!being berlin’s significant other would include¡!

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

╰┈➤ berlin is immediately captivated by your appearance. there’s a rare elegance about you, an understated beauty that commands attention without trying. it’s unlike anything he’s encountered, and it draws him in effortlessly, leaving him interested to know more.

╰┈➤ while your beauty enthralls him, it’s your wit and charm that truly ensnare him. you have a way with words, a sharpness to your intellect that leaves him yearning for deeper conversations and a desire to unravel every aspect of who you are. you become an enigma he’s determined to solve.

╰┈➤ berlin’s nature is cold and unyielding, a result of two decades spent in the unforgiving confines of a north korean prison camp. his past is a tightly locked door, one he refuses to open at first. it isn’t a matter of trust, it’s his way of protecting himself from a pain he refuses to relive.

╰┈➤ dating berlin is nothing short of extravagant. he has a taste for the finer things in life, and he spares no expense in showing you that. lavish dinners, exclusive outings, and opulent gifts are all part of the experience. his funds, after all, seem endless, given the spoils of his opulent career.

╰┈➤ at the beginning, berlin is purposefully vague about his work. he deceives his around the truth with charisma and calculated deflections. when he finally reveals his identity, a high-profile criminal and a key member of his brother’s gang, you’re understandably shocked. but your love for him is more potent than your fear. he makes it clear that betrayal is not an option, his warning softened by the lingering heat of a kiss that leaves no room for doubt.

╰┈➤ his jealousy is a force of nature, impossible to contain. when he introduces you to his crew, it’s denver’s passing glances and rio’s inappropriate comments that instantly set him off. but what truly unsettles him is your bond with the professor, his brother. there’s something about how easily you and the professor connect, sharing moments outside of berlin’s presence, that claws away at him. he despises the idea of not being the sole center of your world, his need for control over both you and his relationships simmering beneath his polished exterior.

╰┈➤ berlin insists on having you by his side at all times, your presence a source of grounding and pride for him. though he would never risk your safety by involving you in the criminal work of his team, you are always there, his hand firmly holding yours, or you standing beside him, your hand resting on his shoulder, a quiet gesture of his authority and your loyalty. you speak in his defense or offer support when needed, an unspoken understanding between you both. despite your non-involvement in their activities, berlin bestows upon you your own city codename, kabul. it is a choice made with care, reflecting his regard for you and cementing your place within his world.

╰┈➤ there are instances when berlin’s volatile nature becomes a challenge. his mind, scarred by years of torment and isolation, is not entirely stable. his temper flares, and though his anger can be terrifying, he never directs it to harm you intentionally. when the storm within him finally subsides, he is left stricken with guilt, his apologies sincere as he cups your face, searching for forgiveness in your tear-filled eyes. seeing the hurt he has caused tears at whatever remains of his hardened heart, and he vows to try and control himself for your sake.

╰┈➤ the gang is stunned by your existence. berlin has always been a man of logic and control, a figure immune to sentiment or attachment. yet here you are, the one person who has unraveled him, proving that even he possesses a sliver of humanity buried beneath his cold, calculated exterior. you are his achilles’ heel, the one weakness that could undo him, and yet he clings to you as fiercely as he clings to life itself.

╰┈➤ berlin is unapologetically affectionate toward you, even in front of the other gang members. whether it’s pulling you into his lap during a quiet moment, brushing his fingers over your cheek, or pressing an unabashed kiss to your lips as if no one else exists, his displays of affection are bold and deliberate. he wants everyone to know you belong to him and, more importantly, that he belongs to you.

╰┈➤ as planning for the heist begins, you are present for every discussion and strategy session, a silent observer in the shadows of their grand designs. while you outwardly support berlin, deep down, you are uneasy about the plan’s immense scale and the inevitable danger it poses to him. yet you know berlin too well to argue, once his mind is set, there is no persuading him. all you can do is pray that his brilliance and luck will see him through safely.

╰┈➤ for the professor, your presence is an anomaly he hadn’t accounted for. in his meticulous calculations, you are the crack that threatens to destabilize his perfect plan. before the heist begins, he warns you in no uncertain terms, you are not to contact berlin under any circumstances. when the time comes, you will receive specific instructions, and you are expected to follow them to the letter. but that isn’t enough for you. the thought of being kept apart from berlin, especially in the face of such danger, fills you with dread, and you can’t shake the desperate need to protect him, no matter the cost.

a/n: let me know your thoughts or if you have anymore requests!! also part two to scarface is coming soon!! 🤍