#money heist

[dilfismz]

Hi! Can you write jealous professor dom!cho sangwoo x student sub!reader. Can you make sangwoo become real mad and some spanking too? Thank you so so much 🥹🥹

Mine

Summary: Turns out Professor Cho doesn’t like it when stupid young boys touch what’s his.

A/N: there are a few flashback scenes in order to build a backstory so don’t be confused!

Warnings: age gap, inappropriate teacher/student relationship, spanking, some degradation?, p in v, no prep (Sangwoo is desperate), dom/sub dynamics, and hair pulling.

In all honesty, you and Professor Cho had become close by complete accident. If you could even call it close…more so acquainted. You could recall every detail of your night spent together as if it had just occurred. Every single time you step foot into his lecture hall you can’t help but reminisce.

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The bar was quiet that night, many students in their dorms studying for finals. Luckily for you, yours had concluded in one long, godforsaken day. It was tough but the reward was getting to celebrate the end of the semester early.

Sliding into a seat with your friend you spot him. He was seated a few spots down, leaning casually against the bar. He looked out of place in his crisp, tailored shirt and sharp jawline—older than most of the patrons and far more composed. His presence seemed to draw attention without trying, though he didn’t seem interested in anyone else around him.

You weren’t sure why you caught his eye, but you did. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he spoke, his deep voice cutting through the noise.

“Not a regular here, are you?”

You smiled faintly, shaking your head. “Does it show?”

“Just a little,” he said, taking a sip from his glass. “You seem…young for this crowd.”

The comment made your cheeks flush slightly, but you held his gaze. “Maybe. But you don’t exactly blend in yourself.”

He chuckled, low and warm, and moved to sit closer. “Fair enough. I’m Sangwoo.”

You gave your name, and from there, the conversation flowed with surprising ease. You told him about your studies, your aspirations, and the stress that had driven you here tonight. He listened intently, asking thoughtful questions that felt more probing than casual small talk.

“I have to say,” he murmured at one point, leaning in just slightly, “I don’t usually find myself talking like this with someone… your age.”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened. “Maybe age doesn’t matter as much as you think.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze flicking to your lips before returning to your eyes. “Maybe.”

The air between you shifted, heavy and undeniable. When he suggested leaving, you didn’t hesitate.

The night blurred into stolen kisses in the cab, whispered words, and the heat of his hands on your skin. You fell into his bed with reckless abandon, the difference in your years forgotten in the haze of passion.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, forcing your eyes open. The unfamiliar room was quiet, save for the soft sound of breathing beside you.

You turned your head to see Sangwoo lying on his back, his arm resting over his eyes. The sharp lines of his face were softened by the light, but there was a tension in his expression that hadn’t been there the night before.

“Good morning,” you said quietly, unsure of what else to say.

He let out a soft sigh, finally lowering his arm to look at you. His eyes were darker now, clouded with something that felt like regret.

“This… probably shouldn’t have happened,” he said, his voice low.

The words stung, even though you’d expected them. “Why not?”

He sat up, running a hand through his hair. “You’re young. Too young to be tangled up with someone like me.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but there was a firmness to it that made your stomach twist.

You sat up too, pulling the sheet around you. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

“That was a mistake,” he said, glancing at you briefly before looking away. “I should’ve known better.”

The silence that followed was heavy, the warmth of the night before replaced with a cold, sinking feeling. You wanted to say something, to argue that you were old enough to make your own decisions, but the look on his face stopped you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, standing and reaching for his shirt. “You’re… incredible. But this can’t happen again.”

As he moved about the room, dressing and avoiding your gaze, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever been more than a fleeting distraction to him.

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Another thing you always thought of when you’d step into Professor Cho’s room is the moment you’d realized just how disastrous your night together actually was.

The first day of the new semester carried the usual energy—a mix of fresh starts and quiet dread. Students milled into the lecture hall, some chatting excitedly, others scrolling through their phones or sipping lukewarm coffee. You were somewhere in the middle, adjusting the strap of your bag as you stepped into the massive room.

You hadn’t given much thought to your schedule beyond the requirements you needed to fill. This class—some upper-level finance course you had reluctantly signed up for—was just another stepping stone toward your degree. You were more concerned with surviving the workload than anything else.

That was, until you looked up.

Your heart nearly stopped.

There, standing at the podium, flipping through a stack of papers with an air of quiet authority, was him.

Cho Sangwoo.

Your throat went dry.

For a second, you thought you had to be mistaken. But there was no mistaking him—not the sharp jawline, not the dark, intelligent eyes that had lingered on you once in the glow of a streetlamp, not the hands you could still feel on your skin if you let your mind wander too far.

You froze mid-step, the chatter of the other students fading into white noise. The last time you’d seen him, he had been pulling his shirt over his head in a dimly lit bedroom, his words clipped, his expression guarded.

“This can’t happen again.”

And yet, here you were.

And here he was.

As if sensing your gaze, Sangwoo glanced up from his notes.

The reaction was instant.

His confident posture faltered, his fingers tightening slightly around the edges of his papers. His brows lifted just barely before his eyes widened in unmistakable shock. You saw the exact moment recognition hit him, watched the composed, professional mask he undoubtedly wore every day crack—just for a second.

A blush rose to his face.

It was slight, barely there, but enough for you to notice. Enough for you to know that despite his careful words that morning, despite whatever lines he had drawn in his mind between you, the sight of you standing in his lecture hall had caught him completely off guard.

The confident, articulate professor—who had surely done this a thousand times, who commanded rooms full of students without hesitation—had lost his composure.

Your stomach twisted.

For a fleeting moment, it felt like you were back in that dimly lit bar, your bodies too close, your words laced with the kind of reckless flirtation that had led to this. The memory burned through you so suddenly that you were sure it showed on your face.

But then, just as quickly as the moment had come, you watched him shove it back down.

Sangwoo cleared his throat sharply, turning his attention back to his papers. The color in his face faded as he schooled his expression into something unreadable, his professional demeanor snapping back into place like a steel trap.

But you had seen it.

You had felt it.

And now, you had to sit through an entire semester pretending it had never happened.

Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to move, slipping into a seat near the middle of the lecture hall. Around you, students continued their chatter, completely unaware of the silent war raging inside your head—or his.

Sangwoo took a breath, straightened his tie, and finally spoke. His voice was steady, controlled.

“Good morning. Welcome to Financial Strategies.”

If you hadn’t seen the way his hands curled slightly against the podium, you might have believed he was completely unaffected.

But you had seen it.

And you weren’t sure either of you would be able to ignore it.

That day, after class ended you sat frozen in your seat, your fingers gripping the edge of your desk as if that could steady the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

Sangwoo hadn’t looked at you once throughout the entire lecture.

Not directly, at least.

Instead, his eyes had skimmed over you like you were just another student, his voice measured, his posture rigid. But there were moments—fleeting, barely-there moments—where his fingers tensed slightly on the podium, where his breath hitched in the smallest, most imperceptible way before he forced himself forward.

And now, as you remained seated while the rest of the students shuffled out, he still wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Stay after,” he had said near the end of class, his voice neutral, yet somehow sharp.

You knew this conversation was coming. There was no avoiding it.

Sangwoo stood by his desk now, organizing papers that didn’t need organizing, straightening his laptop screen only to close it again. It was almost frustrating—watching him fidget with anything but you.

Finally, he exhaled through his nose, as if bracing himself.

“If you wish to remain in this class,” he started, his voice clipped, “you will forget about what happened between us.”

You swallowed, gripping your bag strap tightly, but said nothing.

He continued, his expression carefully blank, though you could see the tension in his jaw. “It was… inappropriate. A mistake.” His fingers curled around the edge of his desk, the only sign that his control wasn’t as steady as he wanted it to be. “And it cannot affect your education.”

Your throat felt tight.

He was speaking to you as though that night had been some careless accident, as though it hadn’t been charged with something real. And yet, even as he spoke, his voice was too deliberate, too forced, like he was convincing himself as much as he was convincing you.

But you didn’t miss the way his fingers twitched slightly against the desk.

Your gaze dropped to his hands—the same slender hands that had once roamed your body, tracing paths of fire along your skin.

You could still feel them if you thought about it long enough. The way they had tangled in your hair, how his fingertips had brushed over your bare waist with aching slowness, how they had tightened possessively around your wrist just before he kissed you—

“Are you listening?”

Your head snapped up.

Sangwoo was watching you now, his brow furrowed slightly, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

You nodded, trying to ignore the heat rising in your face.

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face before crossing his arms. “Good,” he muttered. “Because I can’t have distractions in my classroom. Whatever… that was, it’s over. Understood?”

His words were cruelly impersonal, but his body language betrayed him. The stiffness of his shoulders, the way he seemed almost restless standing still, as if part of him wanted to move, to do something else.

You wondered if he was remembering it, too.

The weight of him pressing you into the mattress. The way he had looked at you, his usual self-control slipping with every kiss, every touch.

You sat up a little straighter, ignoring the pang in your chest. “Understood,” you said quietly, though the words felt like a lie.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

His fingers tapped once against the desk. Then again.

Then, as if snapping himself out of something, he turned away, collecting his things with more force than necessary. “You’re dismissed,” he said, not looking at you.

You hesitated.

But there was nothing left to say.

So you grabbed your bag and walked toward the door, feeling his eyes on your back even though he had told himself not to look.

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Now here you are today and you have done exactly what Sangwoo asked.

For months, you kept your distance, pretending as though nothing had ever happened between you. No lingering glances, no hesitation when he called on you in class, no trace of the night you had spent tangled in his sheets. You became cold, detached—indifferent.

And it was driving him insane.

At first, he convinced himself that this was what he wanted. That this was the right thing.

But then Jisoo happened.

A boy your age. Bright-eyed, eager, always quick with a joke that made you laugh—actually laugh. You had never laughed like that in his class before. Not when you were with him.

Sangwoo ignored it at first.

But then it happened again.

And again.

Soft whispers shared between the two of you, your heads leaning close as if nothing else in the room existed. His blood simmered every time Jisoo touched your arm, every time he caught you smiling at him—every time he saw you looking at Jisoo the way you used to look at him.

But today was the worst of it.

Today, Jisoo had whispered something in your ear, and your face had gone warm—cheeks flushed, lips parting just slightly in surprise before you giggled.

Sangwoo gripped his pen so hard it nearly snapped.

The moment class ended, his voice cut through the murmurs of students packing up their things.

“Stay after.”

Jisoo glanced at you, curious. You barely reacted, nodding as you finished gathering your notes.

The last student filtered out.

The door clicked shut.

Silence.

Sangwoo remained standing at the front of the classroom, bracing his hands against the desk, his head tilted downward. You could see the tension in him—the way his fingers curled, the way his breaths left him in slow, controlled exhales.

You knew this was coming.

You waited.

And then, finally, he spoke.

“Tell me,” his voice was low, measured. “Do you plan to seduce him the way you seduced me?”

Your heart stuttered.

The accusation hung heavy between you, thickening the air, making it harder to breathe.

“What?”

Sangwoo lifted his gaze, and for the first time in months, his carefully constructed mask had cracked.

No indifference. No feigned professionalism. Only raw frustration—barely-restrained jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

He took a step forward, slow and deliberate.

“You heard me,” he murmured, his voice dark. “Is that your plan? To make him desperate for you? To make him think, even for a second, that he can satisfy you the way I did?”

Heat pooled in your stomach, but you forced yourself to hold his gaze. “That’s not—”

He scoffed. “Not what?” Another step forward. “Not true? You don’t think I see the way he looks at you? The way you let him lean into you, whisper in your ear?”

His jaw clenched.

“Do you think he can touch you like I did?” His voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper. “Think he can even attempt to please you?”

Your breath hitched.

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides, knuckles whitening. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you forced out.

His lips quirked up—not in amusement, but something far crueler.

“Liar.”

Your stomach flipped.

You hated how easily he unraveled you.

Sangwoo exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t care,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “I told myself I wouldn’t.”

You swallowed hard.

“But then I see you with him,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “I see you laughing, smiling, and I—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply as if disgusted by the confession sitting on his tongue.

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

“You’ve been punishing me,” he murmured. “All these months, Ive been trying to forget, trying to pretend it never happened—but it did. And here you are pulling this shit right in front of me.”

His fingers twitched.

“And it still matters to you…”, you intended to ask but it came out more like a statement.

Sangwoo inhaled sharply, and before you could react, his hand shot out—grasping your wrist.

Your breath caught.

His fingers, long and slender, wrapped around your skin. Not tight. Not pulling. Just holding.

A mistake.

A reckless, dangerous mistake.

But neither of you moved to stop it.

“You don’t get it,” he murmured, his voice lower, almost pained. “I broke the rules for you once.”

Your throat went dry.

His fingers slid down, tracing your palm before hesitantly releasing you.

Then, barely above a whisper—so quiet you almost missed it—he admitted:

“I think I’d break them again.”

Your stomach clenched.

Sangwoo exhaled slowly, looking at you as if he were already regretting saying it out loud. But it was there now. It couldn’t be unsaid.

For the first time in months, he wasn’t telling you to forget.

He wasn’t telling you to leave.

Instead, his voice was quiet. Measured. Unsteady.

“Stay, it’s your turn to be punished.”

You take a tentative step in his direction, testing the waters. Sangwoo blinks slowly, looking you up and down, “You stay there”, he commands while walking to the lecture hall door. He locks it with a flick of his wrist and returns.

He sits on his chair behind the large desk he often spends hours sitting at. He spreads his thighs, patting them expectantly.

You take this as a sign to straddle him but he immediately grunts in dissatisfaction. “No, bend over my knees, face down ass up”.

You flush at the command, all self respect fleeing your body as you comply without a second thought.

Tch tch

He clicks his tongue mockingly, all while lifting your skirt up to expose your plump ass, barely covered by a tiny thong.

“Now did you wear this for me or him”, Sangwoo asks, a scowl etched onto his features.

“You Sangwoo, always for you-”, before you could finish your sentence a loud smack echoes throughout the lecture room. Before you can even register the pain another red hot slap lands on your bottom, leaving you breathless.

“It’s sir”, he commands, a shit eating grin already overtaking his features.

“Y-yes sir”, you respond.

“Good fucking slut, finally you do something right. Maybe I should’ve done this right away, then we never would have had that silly little problem huh?”

You simply nod, his words going in one ear and out the other. Sangwoo pulls your hair harshly, forcing your head back to look at him.

“Speak when you’re spoken to”, he commands, his other hand landing another firm slap to your stinging ass.

“Yes sir-“, you moan as he kneeds the sensitive flesh, “-wish you would’ve done this sooner.”

He nods in approval, forcing you off of his legs and pushing you against his desk.

You can hear him unbuckle his belt and all but shake with anticipation. You’ve waited oh so long to feel him again.

Suddenly his swollen tip is prodding at your entrance, your thong pulled to the side. Sangwoo lets out a heavy sigh and declares, “I’ve waited way too damn long to do this again…now tell me have you been whoring around campus or is the last time your pussy got stretched with me?”

“Y-you sir, haven’t done anything since that night”, you splutter out, backing up into him, hoping he’ll just push in already.

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear”, he says right before completely bottoming out in one harsh thrust.

Sangwoo doesn’t start out gentle, he keeps thrusting into you slowly but oh so roughly. You swear you can feel him reaching spots even he didn’t hit last time.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his hands grip your hips with a bruising force. He scoffs at your desperate mewls, “I won’t last long sweetheart so you’re gonna take what I give you and be grateful, ya?”

“Yes sir”

Sangwoo can feel his glasses slipping down his nose as his pace quickens. The entire room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and its filthy.

“Please don’t stop sir I’m close”, you beg as you feel that all too familiar feeling within you.

He doesn’t stop. His hands gripping you even tighter as he grits his teeth, cock twitching as your gummy walls suck him in.

“Fuck, it’s like this pussy was made for me, can’t believe I stayed away for so long”, he gasps out.

That’s all the praise you needed to reach your peak. Your walls spasm around Sangwoo and he continues his assault on your insides, coming to an abrupt stop as you feel his warm seed fill you up.

The both of you are a panting mess and he runs his hands through his own hair, pushing him glasses back up his nose.

When Sangwoo finally pulls out he sighs and looks at your pathetic form in front of him.

“Clean yourself up and we’ll have a serious conversation about how this arrangement is gonna work.”

[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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ೃ⁀➷ scarface ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ 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! 🤍

[insidekatmind]

Hate?~Berlin (Song jung- ho)

Wearning: +18,smut,tension.

Request: yes!

You are Spain, a former elite thief with a talent for impossible locks and a razor-sharp tongue. The Professor recruited you for the heist of the century at the Korean Mint, and from the first moment you knew there was a problem: Berlin.

He, with his contemptuous smile and his ostentatious elegance, made you want to throw the first thing you could reach at him. He, with his mellifluous voice and his superior gaze, seemed to enjoy always finding your raw nerve.

"Look who deigned to show up. Our Spain, always with that fallen queen's stride." Berlin says, provoking you.

"And you always with that cheap aristocratic air, Berlin." You say, snorting.

It was a constant back and forth. He provoked you, you responded in kind. During meetings, during guard duty, even when the rest of the gang was trying to maintain a modicum of professionalism. Yet beneath all that venom, there was something more.

The glances you exchanged were not just defiant. The tension between you was a tight wire ready to snap. One night, during an inspection at the mint, you were alone. He looked at you, his lips curled into that hateful smile.

"You know, Spain… I wonder if hating me turns you on as much as it does me." Berlin whispers.

You didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. But when you passed by him, you barely touched his arm, enough for him to know that the game wasn't over yet.He grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him.

"You're not as subtle as you think, darling," he grinned.

His grip was firm, but not painful. It was a gesture that said 'I can control you if I want.' In any other circumstance, it would have only made you angrier. But there was something about his proximity, the scent of his cologne and the heat of his body against yours that made your heart race.

“Stop acting like an asshole,” you whisper.

He chuckled, tilting your face up to look at him.

"But I'm so good at being an ass," he smirked.

His grip on your wrist loosened, his forefinger tracing the line of your jaw. His touch was electric, sending a shiver through you despite the tension between you.

"You're so tense, darling. I wonder why that is," he continued, his voice low and smooth.

His eyes roamed over your face, studying every little expression. He knew exactly how he was affecting you, and he was reveling in it.

You look at him from head to toe, he was attractive you couldn't lie and the fact that he was an arrogant asshole made him even more attractive. He noticed the way you were looking at him, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

"Like what you see?" he teased.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer. His touch was confident, possessive.

"No, not even a little bit." You muttered, looking at him as if you wanted to eat him. His smirk widened at your denial, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Oh, really? Then why are you so close to me?" he inquired, enjoying your denial. His hand moved from your waist to your back, his fingers tracing circles on your spine, his touch making you shiver.

“I hate you so much” You whispered as you moved closer to him. He leaned in, his face mere inches from yours, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath.

"And I hate you too," he murmured, his words a contradiction to the way his hand was still roaming your back, his touch anything but hateful.

He was playing the game, teasing you with his words while his body betrayed the truth.

You wanted to pull away, to break free from his grip, but you couldn't. Your body was betraying you, reacting to his proximity like it was a drug. His gaze held yours captive, those dark eyes filled with a dangerous mix of arrogance and desire.The tension between you was palatable as you two stood there, mere inches apart. You could feel his heart beating fast against your chest, the rhythm matching your own. He moved even closer, his lips hovering just above your ear.

"I wonder what would happen if I kissed you right now," he whispered, teasing you further.

Your breath hitched, your mind racing at the thought. His lips were so close, so inviting. But you couldn't give in to the desire, not yet. You tried to steady your voice, to keep the venom in your words.

"I'd probably knee you in the groin," you replied, half-serious.He laughed, a sound that was both charming and infuriating.

"Oh, I have no doubt your first instinct would be violence," he said, his tone amused. "But then again, I do love a challenge."

His hand moved from your back to your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back just enough to expose your throat.

His lips grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, his touch barely there, yet it sent electric currents through your entire body. A soft gasp escaped your lips, a sound you couldn't hold back. He chuckled, enjoying the effect he had on you.

"Oh, I knew it," he murmured, his breath hot on your skin. "You can pretend to hate me all you want, but your body betrays your true feelings.""I do hate you," you protested weakly, finding it hard to think straight with his lips on your neck.

He nipped at your pulse point, his teeth grazing your skin, just hard enough to make you shiver.

"That's what you say, but your little gasps say something else," he teased, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

His thumb traced your lower lip, his gaze fixed on your face.

"You know, darling, I find your denial so adorable," he said, his voice low and smooth. "But I wonder how far I can push until that wall of yours collapses completely."You look at him longingly as he touches your lip, you were trying so hard not to suck his thumb.

He could see the struggle in your eyes, the way you were fighting against the desire that was clearly etched on your face. He pressed his thumb against your lip, demanding entrance.

"One way or another," he said, his tone lowering to a sinful growl, "I'll break through that stubborn resistance of yours."

You suck his thumb and closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of his finger in your mouth. His breath hitched at the sudden sensation of your mouth on his thumb, his grip on you tightening.

"Oh, darling, what a talented mouth you have," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

He pushed his thumb in deeper, your tongue swirling around it of its own accord. His eyes darkened, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips.He removed his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with his index finger, tracing the line of your lower lip.

"You taste even sweeter than I imagined," he purred, his gaze locked on your mouth.

He suddenly backed you against a nearby wall, trapping you between the cold surface and the heat of his body.

His leg slotted between yours, pinning you in place. His chest was pressed flush against yours, the heat of his body seeping through your clothes. His hand was back in your hair, tilting your head up to look at him. His eyes were burning with desire, but there was something else there too. Something almost possessive.He leaned in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours.

"I have to admit, I admire your stubbornness," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "But it's also driving me insane."

He pressed his body even closer to yours, the hardness of his arousal evident through his robber suit . He moved his leg slightly, applying just enough pressure to draw a soft moan from your lips.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he continued, his hand roaming down your sides, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "This constant battle between us, it's maddening. And yet, I can't get enough of it."

He bit your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin, before his lips moved to your jawline, leaving a trail of light kisses.

“I hate you so much,” you mutter between moans.

"That's not what your body is telling me," he replied, his lips now on your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, nipping gently, his breath hot and heavy against your ear.

"You can deny it all you want, darling, but we both know the truth."

His hand moved underneath your robber's suit unbuttoned, his fingers tracing the edge of your bra.

You look at him longingly and bring your shaking hands to his face and kiss him. He let out a soft groan as your lips met his, the contact sending a surge of desire through his body. For a moment, the tension between you melted away, replaced by a need that was almost primal.

His hands were everywhere, exploring your body with a possessive fervor. He pulled you closer, pinning you against the wall with his body, his tongue seeking entry to your mouth. The kiss was greedy, hungry, both of you desperate for more.

"Finally," he grated as he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "I've wanted to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you."

He pressed his body even closer, his hips grinding against yours, the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against your thigh. He captured your lips again, kissing you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours.

You moaned into the kiss and clung to him, pulling his hair. He let out a guttural growl, his hands roaming your body, claiming every inch he could touch. His teeth nipped at your neck, his tongue soothing the sting. He moved down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of hot kisses on your skin.

"You drive me insane," he repeated, his voice rough. "And I'm going to make sure you can't deny it any longer."

His hand gripped your hip, pressing you even harder against him. You could feel his growing need, his body trembling with desire.

"Look what you do to me," he murmured against your skin, his hand moving down to your thigh, pushing up the fabric of your robber's suit. His thumb traced circles on the sensitive skin, teasing and exploring.

His kisses became more urgent, his teeth nipping harder at your flesh. He was driving you wild, his touch both gentle and possessive. His fingers toyed with the edge of your bra, teasing but never crossing the line.

"I want you," he groaned, his voice low and dark. "I want you so badly it hurts."You try to undress him with your hands shaking with desire.

He chuckled softly, his lips moving to your ear.

"Eager, are we?" he teased.

He took your hands, stilling their trembling, holding them against his chest. His heart was pounding, its rhythm matching the wild beat of your own.

"Patience, darling," he murmured, his voice soft but commanding. "I intend to savor this moment."

He slowly undid the buttons of his robber's suit, his gaze never leaving your face. With every button, more of his chest was revealed, the smooth expanse of muscle and tanned skin making your mouth water. His eyes tracked your reaction, his smirk growing wider as your desire became even more evident."You like what you see, darling?" he asked, his voice now a purred challenge.

He let his suit fall to the ground, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs that left little to your imagination. His body was like a work of art, sculpted and toned, the muscles of his abdomen rippling with subtle power.

You moaned and brought your hand to his boxer and you touch it His breath hitched as your hand made contact with the thin fabric, a groan escaping his lips. He captured your wrist, pulling your hand away from him with a smirk.

"Not so fast," he teased, his voice low and gravelly. "You forget who's in charge here, darling."His hand moved to your hair, tugging gently. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

"And I plan on taking my time with you," he whispered, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

He guided you to a nearby table, backing you against it. His hands roamed over your body, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"I've been dreaming about this moment," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down your throat.

His fingers traced the line of your bra once again, this time lingering at the clasp.

"I've been imagining your moans, the way you'll feel when I touch you..."His hand moved to the strap of your bra, slowly sliding it down your shoulder. His lips grazed the exposed skin, his tongue darting out to taste your flesh.

"Every stolen glance, every taunting word, it's all been leading to this."

He flicked his fingers against the fastening of your bra, the sound of the clasp releasing like music to his ears. He withdrew your bra, the fabric sliding over your heated skin, leaving you bare before him.He took a step back, his gaze roving over your body. He looked at you like you were an exquisite piece of art, his eyes drinking in every inch of your body.

"You are even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

He stepped forward again, trapping you against the table with his body. His hands roamed over your bare chest, fingertips tracing patterns on your skin.

"And I plan on worshipping every inch of this body," he continued, his lips brushing against your collarbone.He moved upwards, his lips blazing a trail of kisses up your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving marks that would surely bloom into bruises come tomorrow. You were writhing beneath him, helpless to resist the onslaught of sensation he was igniting within you.Berlin kissed all over your body until he reached your panties and took them off. "Look at you, so desperate to get fucked by the person you hate" Berlin whispered.

He was right. Despite your words and actions, your body was betraying you. You hated him, but your body couldn't help responding to his touch. You were so desperate for him, so needy, that all your defenses had crumbled, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

"You're... a jerk..." you managed to gasp out, your breath ragged with desire.He chuckled, his hand sliding up the inside of your thigh.

"Maybe I am," he admitted. "But I'm the jerk you can't resist."

He ran his fingertips over your sensitive skin, teasingly close to where you needed him most.

"You can deny it all you want, darling, but your body betrays your true feelings."You bit your lip to suppress a moan, your hips involuntarily lifting towards his touch. This was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so good. His hands were like magic, coaxing pleasure from you with every touch.

He adds two fingers inside you making you moan. He chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent shivers down your skin.You were helpless beneath him, a slave to the pleasure he was giving you. You didn't know how you'd let it get to this point, how the man you had hated for months could be the one to reduce you to this quivering mess. But you couldn't think straight anymore, your mind clouded with desire and need."So good" you groan.

He smirked, his fingers working you expertly.

"You like that, darling?" he asked, his voice laced with arrogance.

He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and he was enjoying every second of it.You couldn't think, you just groaned in response. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure. His touch was both soft and rough, leaving you dizzy and weak."Yes,so bad" you groan.

He increased the pace of his fingers, your gasps and moans the only sounds in the room. He was relentless, his goal to bring you to the brink of climax and keep you there. Your back arched, your fingers gripping the edge of the table."Mmm,Berlin" you moaned arching your body.

He leaned over you, his voice low in your ear.

"That's right, darling," he murmured, "say my name. Let me hear how much you need me."

He increased the pressure of his fingers, driving you closer to the edge.

"Berlin... I need... " you gasp out words, feeling his body close to yours.He chuckled darkly, his body pressed against you.

"You need what, darling?" he whispered, nipping at your earlobe. "Use your words."

His fingers were relentless, leaving you a writhing mess.

"I...I need you" you finally manage to gasp out between moans. There was no denying it anymore, no more pretending. You needed him, and he knew it.

"That's what I want to hear," he purred, his free hand gripping your hip, his lips finding your neck. "Say it again."

"I need you," you repeated, your voice strained and needy. "Please."You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of your mouth, but you couldn't help it. You needed him, and your body was making it painfully obvious.

"Please what?" he asked, his lips moving to your jawline. "You have to be specific, darling."

He added another finger, the stretch making you gasp. He had you completely at his mercy, and he loved it.

"Please Berlin, I need you" you say begging for him, you feel like you are going to explodeBerlin giggles and moves his fingers more making you come. "Beava girl" he whispered and takes your fingers off sucking them and giggles. "you taste so good" You moaned and he slapped your pussy making you squirm and Berlin giggles taking off his boxers. You watched and he gets on top of you.

He looks into your eyes.

"Say you hate me" he murmurs with a smirk.

You try to say you hate him between moans, but the words won't come out, they are stuck in your throat.He chuckles darkly, knowing he has you completely at his mercy.

"That's what I thought," he purrs, his hand trailing down your body. "You can pretend to hate me all you want, but your body betrays the truth."

You look at him and finally you say the words.

“I.. I don’t.. I don’t hate you” you say with your shaky voiceHe smiles at your words, his gaze satisfied.

"Finally, some honesty," he says, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I knew you couldn't resist me for long."

He grabs your thighs and enters you in one fell swoop, making you moan. He groans as he enters you, his body shaking with desire.

"That's it, darling," he murmured, his voice rough. "You feel so good" you groan.

You scratched Berlin's back as you felt his cock slide in and out of you. "Berlin" you moaned. He groaned in response, his body shuddering as you dug your fingers into his flesh.

"Say my name again," he commanded, his breath hot against your neck.

"Berlin" I moan while looking into his eyes.Berlin fucks you hard making you scream while he grunts. "Fucking tight" He was relentless, his body moving against yours in a rhythm that left you breathless. His hands were everywhere - gripping your hips, grasping your hair, exploring every inch of your body. He was completely feral, consumed by desire and hunger."You're mine,"

You whimpered and clung to him more, scratching his back. "Berlin" You continued to whimper. He growled in response, his hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head back, exposing your neck to his lips.

"That's right, darling," he murmured against your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh. "Say my name, let everyone know who owns you."

"I'm yours" you whimper out with ragged breaths.

He chuckles slightly "Say it again" he says.

"I'm yours" you repeated, your voice a breathy whisper.

"Louder" he ordered, a possessive edge to his voice.

You scream as you feel his thrusts getting harder, hitting your g-spot. “Yours” You screamed. He grins, satisfaction clear on his face.

"That's more like it," he purrs, his hand moving down to your hip, pulling you even closer to him.

"Mine" he repeated, his breath hot against your neck. "All. Mine."You captured his face and kissed him.

He returned the kiss hungrily, his body pressing against yours. His lips were demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth with an intensity that made your head spin. It was almost as if he was marking you, claiming you as his own, and you couldn't find it in yourself to resist."I'll never let you go," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. "You're mine, darling. Mine forever."

You moaned and came triggering his orgasm too. Berlin came inside you and sighs biting your neck. "Now you're full of me baby" he whispered. You were both panting, your bodies slick with sweat and exertion. He pulled you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You could feel the possessive edge to his touch, the way he held you as if he was afraid you would escape.

"Mine," he repeated, his voice a low grow. "You're mine now."

You were too tired to resist, even if you'd wanted to. You just leaned into him, your head resting on his chest. His heart was still pounding, a steady rhythm that soothed you.

"I hate you," you mumbled weakly, the words lacking any real malice.He chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you.

"I know," he said, his tone almost fond. "You always say that, but I think we both know it's not true anymore."

"Shut up," you muttered, too exhausted to argue.

He laughed softly, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

"You're so stubborn, darling," he murmured, his touch gentle and possessive at the same time. "But you can't deny how good this feels."

You nod and hide in his chest. He held you close, his arms a tight cocoon around you.

"Just admit it, you've grown fond of me," he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

"Never," you mumbled into his chest, but there was no real conviction in your voice.

He chuckled, obviously not fooled by your weak protest.

"You're a terrible liar," he said softly, his hand coming up to lift your chin, forcing you to look at him.

You smiled sweetly. He smiled back, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of your face.

"There it is," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lips. "That beautiful smile."

You blushed under his stare, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Stop it," you mumbled, but he just chuckled and tightened his grip on you.

"No," he said, his voice a low growl. "I don't think I will. I like seeing you like this - blushing, bashful, and all mine."You rolled your eyes but couldn't help feeling a flutter in your stomach at his words. It was infuriating how he could make you feel so vulnerable and yet so desired at the same time.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

"You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth," he whispered. "You crave me just as much as I crave you. You may hate me, but you also want me."You closed your eyes and let his words wash over you. His voice was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. You couldn't help but surrender to the way he spoke, the way he made you feel.

"That's it, darling," he murmured. "Just give in to me. Let me make you feel good."

You nodded slightly, your body completely boneless in his arms. You couldn't fight it anymore. You needed him, in every way imaginable.

He chuckled softly, obviously pleased with your surrender.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hands roaming over your body again, taking full advantage of your willingness.He kissed you deeply, his touch both soft and demanding at the same time. You responded eagerly, eagerly returning his kisses and touches. It was like a switch had been flipped, and you were now completely at his mercy.He took his time, exploring your body with his hands and mouth, learning every inch of you. He knew exactly what buttons to push, what soft spots to kiss, what words would make you squirm and shiver.

You were completely lost in him, your mind fuzzy with pleasure and need. All your hatred and animosity towards him had disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming desire."Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he looked down at you. "So beautiful, so eager for me. You're mine, darling. Mine and no one else's."

You nodded, your eyes wide and needy, silently begging for more.

He chuckled softly, clearly pleased with your surrender.

"So obedient," he teased, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

He lowered his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "I love seeing you like this," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "All flushed and panting for me."You groaned softly, your body arching towards him, seeking more of his touch.

He chuckled again, obviously enjoying how responsive you were.

"You're so easy to rile up, darling," he whispered. "It's like your body was made for me. Made to be teased and played with."

"Only you" you admitted. He grinned and captured your face and kisses you deeply

[meadowfics]

carebear

berlin (song jung-ho) x f!younger!reader

based off of this request here for fine shyt

warnings: reader is between 20-23 and berlin is his canon age, 41. this is a care bear if you do not know what a 'carebear' is

when you first joined the team, berlin was nothing more than a distant authority figure that you've happened to come across.

he kept to himself, barked orders with that effortless charm of his, and never really acknowledged you beyond what was necessary. you didn’t mind.

he was intimidating, older, too refined in ways that made you feel like you didn’t belong in the same world as him.

then, one day, he decided to teach you how to shoot a gun when you've revealed to the group that you've never shot one.

throughout your crimes, you used your hands and your many knifes. never a gun.

“you’ll need it,” berlin had said simply, handing you the weapon with that unreadable expression of his.

“it’s better to learn from me than to get yourself killed fumbling with it.”

so, you learned and somewhere between those lessons, between his patient instructions and your stubborn determination... you got closer.

late-night talks became a thing. when the others were asleep or too distracted with their own conversations, you and berlin would find yourselves sitting together, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

he never said too much about his past, always skimming over the details with vague answers, but you could tell.

you could tell there was something there, something dark and unspoken that lingered beneath his carefully crafted exterior.

so one night, as a joke, you handed him your stuffed animal that you brought inside of the mint with you.

it is a blue care bear you had since childhood, a gift from a family member who had long passed.

“here,” you had said, grinning, “for emotional support.”

berlin had scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he didn’t give it back right away.

instead, he held it, staring at it for a long moment before murmuring, “i never had a childhood.”

it slipped out, just like that.

suddenly, the joke wasn’t so funny anymore.

so, you left it with him.

“well, I guess it’s yours now,” you had told him, voice softer than usual, “i think you need it more than me.”

he didn’t argue.

he didn’t say anything at all, just gave you a look that you couldn’t quite place before walking away with the bear still in his hands.

a day later, the moment the care bear was spotted on berlin’s bed spot, the chaos began.

“wait, wait—what the fuck?” tokyo’s voice rang out first, eyes wide as she pointed at the small, blue bear resting on berlin’s pillow.

“is that—”

“no fucking way,” rio laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“that’s cairo’s bear.”

“no it can’t be,” nairobi chimed in, folding her arms.

“cairo would never give that away. it’s their first ever stuffed animal. it’s, like, sacred to them.”

moscow, ever the calm one, eyed berlin with suspicion.

“so, what, you stole it?”

denver, brows raised, looked between the bear and berlin like he couldn’t decide if this was hilarious or horrifying.

“man, cairo’s gonna kill you.”

before anyone could escalate things further, you walked in.

“what’s going on?” you asked, noticing how everyone suddenly turned to stare at you like you were holding the key to some great mystery.

nairobi wasted no time.

“cairo, did you give berlin your care bear?”

berlin, standing beside his bed, merely watched you, waiting for your reaction.

you blinked.

“yeah. why?”

silence.

tokyo was the first to break it.

“you did what?”

“why the hell would you give it to him?” denver added, “that thing was, like, your most prized possession.”

you glanced at berlin, finding him watching you closely, his expression unreadable as always, “because he needed it.”

that was all you said because to you, it was simple.

to berlin, it wasn’t.

for the first time in years, maybe in his entire life, he felt cared for in a way that had nothing to do with power or control. you had given him something that meant the world to you, not out of obligation, not out of manipulation, but because you wanted to. you saw something in him that even he struggled to see in himself.

suddenly, all those strange, unfamiliar feelings he had about you made sense.

he wasn’t just fond of you.

he was in love with you and things changed after that.

it was subtle at first. berlin was softer with you, more attentive in ways that the others barely noticed but you felt every second of the day.

he started lingering when you talked, his fingers brushing against yours when he handed you something, his voice quieter when he spoke to you.

he started looking at you differently.

eventually, in the quiet moments between the chaos inside of the mint, he kissed you.

the kiss slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.

and for once, maybe he did.

the others are occupied, discussing strategy, bickering over details, but you and berlin find yourselves alone in one of the back rooms of the mint.

the dim light casts shadows over his sharp features, and there’s something unreadable in his eyes as he looks at you.

“you’re tense,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“of course i’m tense. we’re in the middle of one of the biggest heists, and oslo dying didn't make that feeling easier...”

“ah, but you hide it well,” he says, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“better than the others, at least.”

berlin's voice is lower than usual, softer. there’s something different in his posture, something deliberate about the way he closes the distance between you.

the older man's hand reaches out, tracing the back of his fingers along your jaw, barely touching, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“berlin,” you start, but the way he looks at you, as if you’re something he’s trying to memorize, steals whatever else you were going to say.

he tilts his head slightly, studying you, before murmuring, “tell me if you don’t want this.”

you don’t hesitate.

instead, you close the space between you, fingers tangling in the collar of his pink suit (that matches yours) as you pull him down to you.

berlin's lips meet yours slowly at first, testing, but the moment he feels you melt into it, his control snaps.

one hand cups the side of your face, fingers threading into your hair, while the other finds your waist, tugging you flush against him. he kisses like he does everything else...with intention, with precision, like he’s savoring every second.

you kiss him back just as fiercely, matching him beat for beat, pressing up on your toes to get closer, to feel more. berlin's hand tightens on your waist, grounding you, claiming you.

when you part for air, he doesn’t let you go, his forehead resting against yours and your nose touching his, his breath fanning across your lips.

“cairo,” he murmurs, voice rougher now, raw in a way he never lets the others hear, “you’re going to be the death of me.”

you smirk, still breathless. “good. that makes two of us.”

the way berlin looked at you, with that smirk of his... of course you leaned back in without hesitation, hands gripping the lapels of his suit as you press your lips against his again, deeper this time.

berlin meets you with the same hunger, his fingers tightening at your waist, sure to leave bruises as he is pulling you flush against him.

the kiss is slow but consuming, his lips moving against yours with practiced ease, like he’s unraveling you one touch at a time.

the large hand of his slides up your back, his fingers tracing along your spine, sending a shiver through you. the warmth of his palm settles at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing over your jaw as he tilts your head, deepening the kiss.

he kisses like he owns you, like he’s memorizing the shape of your lips, the way you sigh softly into his mouth when he bites gently at your lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.

berlin's other hand drifts lower, gripping your hip, steadying you as he walks you back a step until your spine presses against the wall.

the shift only makes the kiss more urgent, your bodies molded together as he explores your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.

you feel the way his breath hitches when you slide your hands up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit, holding him there like you never want to let go.

he moves like he’s savoring the moment, like he’s taking his time, even as the tension between you coils tighter.

the way he kisses you... thorough, possessive, like he’s letting himself lose control for the first time, makes your heart pound in your chest.

berlin's lips leave yours only to ghost over your jaw, trailing soft, heated kisses along the column of your neck, before he pulls back just enough to look at you.

the man's breathing is now uneven, his pupils blown wide with something unreadable, but he doesn’t step away. instead, his forehead rests against yours, and neither of you move, caught in the heavy silence of everything.

the next day:

inside of the mint, things were intense. you finally got the see the inspector face to face, where she wanted to make sure all of the hostages were okay.

after the whole thing, berlin always made sure you were taken care of.

if there was ever a moment of downtime, he would bring you water, insist you eat, remind you to take breaks even when you insisted you were fine. berlin's way of caring was subtle, but you could feel it.

when the professor sent orders, berlin always made sure you weren’t in the line of fire from his brother, always keeping an eye on you from across the room. you never were, since you were actually a favorite of the professors.

“you did well today,” berlin came up to you, voice softer than the others ever got to hear.

“so did you,” you’d reply, watching the way his face eased when he was alone with you.

sometimes, when the nights stretched long, and the weight of the heist pressed against your shoulders, berlin would let you lean against him, his arm a steady weight around you.

“you know,” he murmured once, as you rested your head against him, “i never thought i’d meet someone like you in a place like this.”

you tilted your head up to look at him.

“what the hell does that mean?”

all he did was look air you, before turning his head away with that smile of his.

you smiled, knowing that berlin is not known for vocalizing his romantic feelings.

suddenly, you lift your head, murmuring, “oh, wait, i forgot something.”

berlin watches as you stand, stretching slightly before stepping away, disappearing into the adjoining room.

when you return, the small blue care bear is cradled in your hands, the same one you had given him days ago.

you don’t say anything, just press it against his chest before climbing onto his lap, settling against him with ease.

berlin doesn’t argue, doesn’t question it.

instead, he lets you tuck yourself into him, his arms wrapping around you as you bury your face against his shoulder, already beginning to drift.

the older man's fingers move lazily over your back, soothing, grounding, as your breathing evens out, sleep claiming you in the safety of his embrace.

he stays awake for a while, watching you, taking in the way your lashes rest against your cheek, the way your fingers are curled around the bear as if it’s second nature.

there’s something strangely soft about the whole moment, something he’s not used to...something he never thought he’d want. here you are, trusting him enough to fall asleep in his arms, giving him a piece of yourself without hesitation.

the weight of that realization settles in his chest, heavy yet welcome.

eventually, he exhales slowly, shifts slightly, and lets his eyes close, deciding, just this once, to rest inside of the mint.

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[sensationallysangwoo]

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜: 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗/𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐-𝙷𝚘 𝚡 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝! 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵 ♡

♡ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜.

♡ 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝙰𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚙 (𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃.)

♡ 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

Your hands are shaking. You feel like crying as you anxiously wait for the result of the test.

You honestly should have 100% expected this to happen, but in the moment, neither you nor Berlin were thinking about protection.

He was on top of you, kissing and worshipping your whole entire body as you came undone underneath him. The way he slammed in and out of you was heaven as your bodies intertwined passionately.

Before you knew it, he exploded inside of you and you were so caught up in the pleasure you didn’t even consider the outcome. All you could focus on was him.

Berlin is your boyfriend officially, but things are still very very new. You have only been together for a little less than a year now but you know in your heart that he’s perfect for you. He’s intimidating, bold, the slightest bit domineering. Your sweet, gentle disposition compliments him perfectly, making you two a match made in heaven.

He’s older than you as well, so much older. He’s 41, and you are in your early 20’s. You look up to him as sort of an authoritative figure, but primarily a lover. He guides you through life and you remind him not to take himself too seriously, despite the “business” he’s in.

The double line illuminates on the screen of the test. Positive. Your pulse throbs in your neck as anxiety washes over you.

What will Berlin think? You immediately do what your brain always does: imagine the worst case scenario. He’s going to be pissed, upset, stressed, and then leave you. He won’t want to deal with a baby at his age, let alone at all. Berlin, Song Jung-Ho, one of the most high-profile criminals in the country, is not going to want to be a father. Nuh uh. No way.

You hastily throw the test in the trash.

You’ve always wanted to be a mother. You love babies. You have always wanted to nurture a little one, watch them grow and develop their own personality, and share so many memories and experiences with them. Will Berlin want that too, though? You really truly don’t know, but as mentioned before, you’re almost certain he doesn’t want that. He’s too wrapped up in his “business.”

The front door jostles and heavy footsteps clunk in the foyer. Shit, he’s home for the day.

“My angel! Where are you hiding?” His voice echoes through the house as you slowly tiptoe out of the bathroom.

“Hey…how’s the planning going?” You ask, trying to make conversation while also keeping your cool.

“It’s going well. Those goddamn hostages better start behaving themselves, though. I’m tired of their shit. The only way to get ‘em to listen is to scare the shit out of ‘em.” He scoffs.

You nod slowly, a worried expression clearly donning on your face.

He’s quick to notice that you are not your usual cheery, bubbly self. Normally you’re all over him, arms wrapped around him, peppering his face in kisses. Right now, you’re noticeably somber.

He approaches you. His tall frame hovers over you as he brings a hand up to your cheek, cupping it tenderly.

“What’s wrong my little love? You can tell me anything.” He softens his gaze.

You smile bashfully at his touch. His dark, almost black eyes bore into you . Your own eyes fall to his chest, unable to maintain eye contact. He knows the hold he has on you.

“Nothing, Jung-Ho. Just have a stomach ache, that’s all.” You lie.

“Go lie down, then.” He squeezes your cheek before kissing it, then pats your head and makes his way to the bathroom. Oh fuck.

Your heart races. You lie down on the couch and hope and pray he doesn’t notice the test in the trash. This was futile.

The bathroom door creaks. Berlin stands in front of you. He crosses his arms, smirks, and cocks an eyebrow. “You thought I wouldn’t notice, huh?”

You gulp as you quickly stand up.

“Jung-Ho, I’m so sorry—I was way too scared to tell you—If you want to leave I understand—“ Your face burns red hot as your stammer.

He smiles so widely that the corners of his eyes wrinkle. He immediately pulls you into a strong embrace. He nearly breaks you with how tightly he’s holding you. You melt into him, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. His lips meet yours in a gentle, soft kiss.

“We’re going to be parents!” He exclaims. Your heart melts at his enthusiasm. You’re extremely excited and also extremely relieved.

He presses his forehead against yours. “Why were you afraid to tell me, little love?” His words ghost against your lips.

“I-I didn’t know how you were going to react. I was afraid you were going to leave me.”

“Leave you! That’s ridiculous, my darling. I would never leave you no matter what. Also, you’re a horrible liar. I knew something was up with you the minute I stepped in here.” He laughs.

You beam at him. You look at him and see your future. The father of your child. Your future husband, hopefully. He rubs your belly tenderly. “Well what are we waiting for? We need to prepare for our little one!”

Over the next couple of months, your belly grows and so does your love for Berlin. He’s always been a completely different person when he’s at home, with you. Now he’s an extra different person with the pregnant version of you.

He gets you whatever you want at the drop of a dime. If you mention you are craving something, he will buy you 100 of them. He cooks for you, cleans for you, and watches you like a hawk to make sure you’re safe and healthy. He’s follows you everywhere, you’re his top priority.

He’s so worried about you that it could even be a little overbearing at times, but you know he means well. He doesn’t want anyone even so much as looking at you while you’re pregnant.

“Do you need anything? Do you want anything?” You hear these phrases come out of Berlin’s mouth over a thousand times a day. His tough exterior completely fades when it comes to you and your child. He’s always holding you close by, his arm around you protectively.

He holds your waist, holds your belly, and is constantly giving you kisses and cuddles and reassuring you that you look beautiful, even if you might not feel that way.

The night before your due date rolls around, and Berlin is as excited as ever. His phone rings, but he doesn’t care about anything relating to the heist right now. He just wants to meet your precious angel who he will love forever, along with you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

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[grimeshound]

BERLIN NSFW HCS…

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cw: 18+, degrading, oral (m receiving), brat taming, clit slapping, dumbification, gun play, dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, possessiveness, general filth.

a/n: my content warnings get crazier and crazier each post i feel… anyways i will always have such a soft spot for berlin. i need more park haesoo berlin content on tumblr, ao3, anything T_T

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• he’s a bully. nothings off the table when it comes to finding creative ways to humiliate you. he’ll put his cigarette butt on you, rub the tip of his boot on your clothed cunt while you’re on your knees, the list goes on.

• ass guy. if you decide to wear short shorts, he won’t even try to hide when he checks you out. don’t ask him the color of ANYTHING.

• brat tamer. piss him off and he’ll either have you bent over his knee or your legs spread wide, not stopping until you’ve learned your lesson. his hand slaps your sensitive clit over and over as you beg, gripping his sleeve for mercy, only for him to shove your hands away with a cold glare.

“shut the fuck up. you wanna keep being a little bitch? then I’ll treat you like one.”

• loves using you as his personal little deskpet. when he tells you to get on your knees, you’re already sliding to the floor beneath his mahogany desk, ready to take him all the way down until you’re choking, tears streaming as his tip brushes the back of your throat.

• gun kink. whether it’s pressing the cold barrel of his pistol against your bare skin while you ride him, or making you lick his gun on your knees while maintaining eye contact, the sight of you getting off on the dangerous weapon is burned into his mind.

• berlin’s thick, unmistakable north korean accent is something he barely acknowledges, but it’s impossible for you to ignore. the way his deep, gravelly voice wraps around his words becomes your undoing. especially when he leans in so close, his breath hot against your ear growling filthy praises and insults while he pounds into you.

“filthy whore. look at you, messy cunt drippin’ all over my slacks.”

• loves it when he’s fully dressed while you’re completely naked. he barely tugs his pants down, just enough to free himself. reveling in the power imbalance and the way your cheeks flush with embarrassment, feeling impossibly more bare under his gaze.

• it drives him crazy just how much smaller you are in comparison to him, how easily he can manhandle you into whatever position he wants—doggy, full nelson, even folding you completely into a mating press.

• berlin thrives on the idea of completely owning you—mind, body, and soul. he loves reducing you to a babbling, cock-drunk mess, so hooked on him that you can’t think of anything else. he’ll claim you in every way imaginable, marking you with his teeth, buying you necklaces engraved with his name, ensuring you’re his in every sense. the thought of you becoming his obedient little doll, existing only to please him, drives him feral.

“good girl… my dumb little dolly, huh? all mine. always mine,” he’d chuckle darkly, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watches you come undone for him.

• quickie enthusiast. with his spontaneous nature, it’s to be expected. berlin has a knack for stealing moments in the middle of his busy schedule, he’ll pull you into a quiet corner and have his way with you before anyone even notices.

• berlin’s biggest fantasy? exhibitionism. the idea of fucking you in front of someone else gets him so damn hard. it doesn’t even have to be a big audience—just the thought of one shitty ex of yours watching you go completely cockdrunk under him while knowing they could never touch you again sends him over the edge. after all, berlin isn’t one for sharing his toys.

[tomcriuse]

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

[moreaugriffins]

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

[fr3akshow-d4rlin]

Berlin/Song Jungho x reader

Warnings: mention of death, concentration camps and guns,

Word count:1.2k ( i actually checked this time 🩷)

A/n: i like this fic!! I hope you enjoy it and it was requested!

Berlin’s eyes shot open, the darkness of the room swallowing him whole. His body was drenched in sweat, his heart racing in the cold stillness of the night. He sat up in a sudden, frantic motion, as if trying to escape the nightmare that was still gripping him. His breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, and for a moment, he didn’t know where he was. The faint smell of antiseptic, the cold steel walls—he was back. Back in the hell of the concentration camp.

The sounds echoed in his ears: the screams, the marching, the gunshots. His body trembled, his fists clenched at the memory of the torment he had survived. He could still hear the haunting whispers of those he had lost, the faces of the men and women who hadn’t made it out alive, etched into his mind.

Suddenly, a soft voice broke through the fog of his nightmare.

“Jung-ho.”

His head snapped toward the voice, blinking in confusion. It was you. Your soft, reassuring voice grounded him, pulling him back into the present. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the outline of your figure beside him, the warmth of your presence in the otherwise cold room.

“Shhh,” you whispered, your hand gently reaching for his trembling arm. “You’re okay. It’s just a nightmare. You’re here with me.”

His eyes filled with panic, his chest tight. The nightmare hadn’t fully left him, and his breath was still ragged. But as your hand touched him, it was like an anchor, a lifeline in the darkness.

“Not again,” he muttered, his voice low and shaky. He didn’t want to relive that terror. Not again. Not in front of you. “I... I can’t—”

“Jung ho,” you said again, your voice unwavering, soft yet firm. “You don’t have to be afraid. You’re safe. I’m here.”

His eyes searched yours, and for the first time in a long time, he saw no judgment, no pity—just understanding. He had always been so proud, so careful to keep his vulnerability hidden away, locked deep inside. But with you, he felt something he hadn’t in years—acceptance. You didn’t see him as broken. You didn’t see the monster others sometimes painted him as. You just saw him.

A quiet sob broke through his chest, his emotions swirling in a violent mix of helplessness and fear. His hand reached for you, desperate, and without hesitation, you took it.

He met your eyes, the usual arrogance and bravado gone, replaced with vulnerability. It was rare, even for someone as complex as Berlin, to show this side of himself. But with you, he felt safe enough to let it slip away.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Please stay with me.”

You nodded, moving closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into the warmth of your embrace. He leaned into you, his body still trembling from the remnants of the nightmare, his head resting on your shoulder. The comfort of your touch soothed him, and slowly, he felt his racing heart begin to calm. He let out a deep breath, closing his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of your heartbeat against his ear, the steady rhythm grounding him.

The room was silent except for the soft, quiet sound of your breathing. You held him tighter, feeling the tension in his body slowly begin to dissolve. The air between you was thick with the unspoken connection that had always been there, even in moments like this, where all Berlin could show was his raw, unguarded self.

“I hate it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “The nightmares... they won’t go away. I don’t know how to stop them.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your thumb gently brushing over his jawline. “You don’t have to stop them. But I’ll be here with you. You don’t have to face them alone.”

Berlin’s gaze softened, his usual arrogance and deflection fading in the intimacy of the moment. His eyes traced the contours of your face, searching for reassurance, for something to hold onto in this fragile, vulnerable space. You were here—his protector, his anchor in the storm. He never asked for this kind of connection, but it had found its way to him all the same.

“I don’t deserve this,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

“Everyone deserves love, Jung-ho,” you replied, your voice quiet but firm. “You included.”

He leaned forward, his forehead resting against yours. The contact was intimate, grounding, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. The nightmares, the fears, the endless weight of his past—it all seemed to fade away in the presence of your closeness.

But there was still so much unspoken. A part of him wanted to distance himself, to retreat back into the layers of pride and walls he had so carefully built over the years. But another part—the one that had been slowly unraveling ever since you had come into his life—longed to let you in. Longed to let you see the parts of him he kept buried.

Without thinking, Berlin’s hand reached for your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. His breath caught as his gaze locked onto yours, his lips barely inches from yours. His heart thudded in his chest, the same rapid pulse that had filled his veins during the nightmare, now pounding for an entirely different reason.

“Jung-ho,” you whispered again, your voice a quiet plea, a question. And in that moment, you knew what he needed—what he wanted. You didn’t wait for him to ask. You closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a slow, gentle kiss.

The world around you seemed to disappear. There was no nightmare, no past, no walls. There was just the warmth of your lips against his, the softness of your touch, the connection between two souls that had found solace in each other despite the darkness of the world.

Berlin’s heart raced, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear. It was out of something deeper—something beautiful that had been growing between the two of you. He deepened the kiss, his hand cupping your face as if he were afraid you might slip away, as if he might wake up from this moment just as he had woken from the nightmare.

But you were real. You were here.

And for the first time in a long time, Berlin didn’t feel alone.

When the kiss finally broke, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other, your hands still tangled together. Berlin’s eyes were closed, his body leaning into yours as if drawing strength from the simple, pure connection.

“I didn’t know I could feel this way again,” he whispered, his voice raw, as though he was confessing something deep within.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore,” you murmured, kissing the corner of his lips softly.

Berlin nodded, his chest swelling with something he hadn’t let himself feel in years. Hope. Love. The quiet promise of something more. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“You don’t have to thank me, Berlin. I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that moment, the nightmares seemed just a little more bearable, the future a little less uncertain. As long as you were by his side, there was hope. There was peace. And for the first time in so long, Berlin let himself believe in it.

A/n: i hope you enjoy it!!

[chhagiya]

Ok, hear me out … a series or movie similar to Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express but the characters are…..

What do you guys think ? Anyone else should be added ? Let me know, he he 😏😏

[dilfismz]

Park HaeSoo X Younger American Actress social media AU 😝😝

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Park Hae-Soo and American actress YN caught together in Seoul on 1/27/25

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[eatingoutmen]

MDNI. - 18+ content. very eepy and very busy, but thinking about having shower sex with Andrés de Fonollosa

the bathroom was filled with shared gasps and moans and the running water blended together and echoed in the steam-filled shower, Andrés had himself pressed against the tiled wall, his legs wrapped around waist tightly and his hands gripping onto your shoulders support. his abandoned cock twitched in arousal as he let out a series of loud moans, he was trying hard to keep quiet to avoid being heard from the team. but fuck he couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan at the sensation of your cock moving inside him as your thrusted your hips, the tip hitting his sweet spot relentlessly that made him dig his nails into your skin and left faint marks on your back causing you to groan in pleasure and slight pain.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” Andrés moaned, his breaths becoming ragged and dug his nails deeper onto your skin. “mmm, mi amor… m-mierda- f-faster-” he groaned huskily, his body quivering with pleasure as he responded eagerly at your cock moving in and out inside his hole. “s-shit… fuuuck-” he gasped sharply feeling your hips thrust faster and deeper, his walls clenching around your cock as he felt your tip hitting hit sweet spot at each thrust. his husky groans and loud moans growing louder as it echoed in the tile walls, he couldn’t care anymore if the team heard him at this point. he was losing himself with you and was loving every second of it.

“m-mierda- mmm, oh fuuuckk me… that’s it… j-just like that, mi amor…” Andrés gasped out, his words punctuated by his moans as his legs were shaking but you held them securely and pressed his back against the tile wall further. “k-keep going… d-don’t stop… please, don’t stop…” he whispered over your lips, his hot breath against you before he leaned in and captured your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue clashing against yours like a fight for dominance as he deepened the kiss, his walls hugging your cock tightly. he let out a moan into this kiss as he felt your cum fill him up inside as his cock twitched as his release followed suit, his cock spilling out his cum onto his stomach. he broke the kiss finally, heavy pants filled the shower as both of you caught your breaths as the scent of sex filled the steam-filled air.

“we should do this again sometime, what do you say?”

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ cherry ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ 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!!! 🤍

[insidekatmind]

Share~ Berlin (Song Jung-ho) and Cho Sang Woo

Wearning: +18,smut,dark, semi-public,age-gap.

Request: yes!

The conference room is an ocean of glass and neon lights reflecting off tables too shiny to seem real. You are sitting next to Cho Sang Woo, the head of the company, the man you have come to know not only as a cold and calculating leader, but also as the lover who rescued you from your own inexperience. He is forty-six, you are just twenty-four.

It all started with glances that lingered too long and with stolen meetings between the sterile walls of the offices. No one knows about the two of you, and perhaps this is your greatest charm. A secret to be guarded with care and desperation.

Then, that day that was supposed to be ordinary turns into a nightmare. The robbery strikes like a lightning bolt that tears through the artificial tranquility of the building. Masked men, screaming voices, weapons that shine. And among them is Berlin.

Berlin is everything you have always tried to avoid. His eyes that burn with a frightening intensity and a smile that promises danger disguised as charm. He doesn’t know anything about you, at least not at first, but his interest shows almost immediately.

You feel his gaze following you as the days turn into a controlled hell. Every time he passes by you, he speaks to you with studied politeness, with a smile too sharp to be kind. But there’s something in his eyes that goes beyond simple curiosity. Something dark, that tightens around you like an invisible noose.

You’re forced to stay close to Sang Woo, even though doing so only seems to draw Berlin’s attention more. Because he sees everything. He knows everything. And you realize that what you think is fear for your life is a kind of challenge for him.

One night, as chaos reigns in the makeshift bunker, Berlin finds you alone. His voice is calm, his smile complicit. But his eyes… his eyes are those of a predator. He talks to you as if you were already his, as if all this were just a cruel game created to bend your will.

“It’s fun, you know? In the midst of all this mess, you manage to be so… perfect.”

“Leave me alone.” You reply in a voice that you wish was firmer, but betrays every fear you have.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong.” He smiles again, more coldly. “This is just the beginning.”

And you know he’s not bluffing. Berlin’s obsession is a subtle poison that creeps into your mind, as you desperately try to survive and protect a forbidden love with a man who may no longer be able to protect you.

Now you were in the bathroom of the state mint, while you were riding Sang woo trying not to moan too loud as he was holding Denver outside the door waiting for you two to come out.As you sit on the cold marble countertop, your legs wrapped tightly around Sang Woo's waist, his hands grip your hips firmly, pulling you closer as he thrusts deeper inside you. The bathroom is filled with the sounds of your labored breathing and the soft slapping of skin against skin, muffled by the thick door that separates you from the rest of the world.

Sang Woo leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Shh, my love. We can't let Denver hear us." His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. He knows just how to touch you, how to move, to drive you wild with desire.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle a moan as he hits that sweet spot inside you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks on his skin.

You continue to ride his cock as you pull him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth. Sang Woo kisses you back fiercely, his tongue invading your mouth as he devours you. His hands roam your body, caressing your curves possessively. He pulls away briefly to murmur against your lips, "You're mine. Only mine."

He starts to move faster, harder, his hips snapping against yours. The countertop creaks ominously beneath you, but neither of you care. All that matters is the pleasure building between you, the desperate need to claim and be claimed.

At that moment the bathroom door opens and Berlin comes in and smirks as he looks at you naked. Berlin leans against the doorframe, his eyes roaming over your naked body with unabashed hunger. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face as he takes in the scene before him. Sang Woo still buried deep inside you, your legs wrapped around his waist, the two of you locked in a passionate embrace.

"Well, well, well," Berlin drawls, his voice dripping with amusement and something darker, more sinister. "What do we have here? The boss and his little plaything, getting their rocks off in the mint bathroom." He pushes off the doorframe and starts to walk towards you, his movements fluid and graceful, like a panther stalking its prey.

Sang Woo freezes, his body tensing as he realizes they're no longer alone. He turns his head slowly, his eyes narrowing as he sees Berlin approaching. "Get out," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "This doesn't concern you."

Berlin just laughs, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, but it does concern me. Everything that happens in this mint concerns me." He stops a few feet away from you, his gaze never leaving your face. "And I must say, I'm intrigued. I had no idea our dear boss had such... tastes."

He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. You flinch away instinctively, pressing closer to Sang Woo. Berlin's smile widens, a flash of sharp teeth. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you. Yet." His eyes flick to Sang Woo. "But you, on the other hand..."

“No please, don't hurt him,” you whispered, looking at Berlin with pity.

Berlin's eyebrows shoot up, a look of mock surprise crossing his face. "Oh, how touching. The little kitten cares about her master." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "But let me tell you something, sweetheart. I don't hurt people. I break them."

He straightens up, his gaze locking with Sang Woo's. "You've been a thorn in my side for too long, Cho. And now, I finally have the leverage I need to make you beg." His hand snaps out, grabbing your chin roughly. "She's going to be my new toy, and you're going to watch. Or maybe you'll join in. I haven't decided yet."

Berlin's thumb presses against your lower lip, forcing your mouth open. "Such a pretty little mouth. I bet it feels amazing wrapped around a cock." He looks back at Sang Woo, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "What do you say, boss? Want to share your plaything with me?"

Sang woo looked at you and you nodded, not wanting him to get in trouble. Sang woo sighed and spread your ass cheeks wide and motioned for Berlin to join. Berlin's eyes light up with sadistic glee as he sees the resignation in Sang Woo's gaze and the subtle nod from you. He moves closer, his hands reaching out to grip your hips possessively. "Good choice, boss," he purrs, his fingers digging into your flesh.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of this." His hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts roughly. "Such perfect tits. I can't wait to see them bouncing as I fuck you."

Berlin steps back, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. His cock springs free, long and thick and already hard. He strokes it slowly, his eyes never leaving your face. "Open your mouth, kitten. It's time for your first taste of your new master."

Sang Woo's hands remain on your ass, spreading your cheeks wide as he waits for Berlin's next move. His expression is a mask of indifference, but you can see the anger simmering in his eyes. He's doing this for you, to protect you, but the humiliation is clear in every line of his body.

You hesitate for a moment, your heart racing with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal. But the look in Sang Woo's eyes, the silent plea for you to cooperate, makes your decision for you. Slowly, you part your lips, leaning forward to take Berlin's cock into your mouth.

Berlin groans, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides you further down his length. "That's it, kitten. Suck it like a good girl." His hips thrust forward, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to breathe, but you don't pull away.

Meanwhile, Sang Woo's fingers tighten on your ass, his nails digging into your skin.

You started bouncing on Sang woo's cock while sucking Berlin's cock.

Berlin's grip on your hair tightens as you start bouncing on Sang Woo's cock, your mouth working feverishly on his own. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his hips pistoning forward to meet your movements. "Such a greedy little slut, taking both of us at once."

Sang Woo's hands slide up to your waist, gripping you tightly as he thrusts up into you. His face is a mask of concentration, his jaw clenched as he tries to maintain control. But you can see the desire burning in his eyes, the way his gaze lingers on your bouncing breasts, your stretched lips wrapped around Berlin's cock.

Berlin pulls you off his dick suddenly, a cruel smile on his face. "Enough foreplay," he growls.

Berlin positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. Without warning, he thrusts forward, his thick cock piercing your tight asshole. You scream in pain and pleasure, your body convulsing at the sudden intrusion. Sang Woo's hands fly to your breasts, squeezing them roughly as he tries to hold you steady.

"Relax, kitten," Berlin pants in your ear. "You're taking us so well. Such a perfect little fuck toy." He starts to move, his hips slamming against your ass with brutal force. Each thrust pushes you forward onto Sang Woo's cock, the two men fucking you in tandem.

The sensation is overwhelming, the pain and pleasure mingling until you can't tell them apart. Tears stream down your face as you're used mercilessly, your body a mere plaything for their desires.

"Oh god" you groan.

Berlin's grip on your hips tightens, his nails digging into your skin as he pounds into you relentlessly. "God has nothing to do with this, kitten," he snarls. "This is pure, unadulterated sin. And you're loving every second of it."

Sang Woo's hands roam your body, pinching and twisting your nipples, leaving bruises on your thighs. His thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. "You're ours now," he growls. "Our little whore to use as we please."

The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts and moans and the occasional scream. Your body is no longer your own, but a vessel for their pleasure. And despite the pain, the humiliation, a part of you revels in it. In being owned, possessed, completely and utterly controlled.

"Oh god" you groan.

Berlin's grip on your hips tightens, his nails digging into your skin as he pounds into you relentlessly. "God has nothing to do with this, kitten," he snarls. "This is pure, unadulterated sin. And you're loving every second of it."

Sang Woo's hands roam your body, pinching and twisting your nipples, leaving bruises on your thighs. His thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. "You're ours now," he growls. "Our little whore to use as we please."

The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts and moans and the occasional scream. Your body is no longer your own, but a vessel for their pleasure. And despite the pain, the humiliation, a part of you revels in it. In being owned, possessed, completely and utterly controlled.

"So good" you groan in pleasure.

Berlin laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Yes, it is good, isn't it? You're such a naturalborn slut." He leans forward, his teeth sinking into the junction of your neck and shoulder, marking you as his. "Come for us, kitten. Show us how much you love being our little fuck toy."

Sang Woo's hand snakes down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. "Do it," he commands, his voice husky with desire. "Come on our cocks like the dirty little whore you are."

Your body responds to their demands, the pleasure building to an overwhelming crescendo. With a scream, you come undone, your body convulsing between them as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. Berlin and Sang Woo follow shortly after, filling you with their hot seed, marking you inside and out as theirs.

Berlin laughs darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Yes, it is good, isn't it? You're such a naturalborn slut." He leans forward, his teeth sinking into the junction of your neck and shoulder, marking you as his. "Come for us, kitten. Show us how much you love being our little fuck toy."

Sang Woo's hand snakes down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it roughly. "Do it," he commands, his voice husky with desire. "Come on our cocks like the dirty little whore you are."

Your body responds to their demands, the pleasure building to an overwhelming crescendo. With a scream, you come undone, your body convulsing between them as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. Berlin and Sang Woo follow shortly after, filling you with their hot seed, marking you inside and out as theirs.

You sigh and lean into Berlin's chest as you touch Sang woo's shoulders. The two look at each other and nod before fucking you again. Berlin wraps his arms around you possessively, holding you close as Sang Woo begins to move inside you again. The two men work in perfect synchronization, their bodies pressing against yours from both sides. Berlin's hands roam your body, squeezing and caressing every curve, while Sang Woo's fingers dig into your hips, pulling you back onto his cock.

"You're ours now," Berlin murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Our little slut to use whenever we want." He captures your mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, claiming you.

Sang Woo leans in, his lips brushing against your neck. "Say it," he demands. "Tell us you belong to us." His teeth nip at your pulse point, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“Yours,” you said, moving your hips to take both of their cocks.

"That's right, kitten," Berlin purrs, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're ours to fuck, ours to own. And we're going to use you so thoroughly, so completely, that you'll never think of anyone else."

Sang Woo's thrusts become more forceful, more possessive. "You're never leaving us," he growls. "We'll keep you locked up, our personal plaything, forever."

Their words send a shiver of fear and excitement down your spine. You know you should be terrified, should be fighting against their possessive claims. But instead, you find yourself moving with them, your body eager for their touch, their dominance.

The bathroom fills with the sounds of your moans and their grunts, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air.

"So big" you groan.

Berlin's grin widens at your words, his hips snapping forward to drive his cock deeper into your ass. "You like that, don't you, kitten? You love feeling us stretch you open, fill you up completely."

Sang Woo leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "We're going to ruin you for anyone else," he whispers. "No one will ever make you feel as good as we do. You'll be addicted to our cocks, craving them constantly."

Their words send a surge of heat through your body, your inner walls clenching around their thick shafts. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind foggy with lust. All you can focus on is the feeling of being so completely filled, so utterly owned.

Berlin's hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp slap echoing in the bathroom. At the same time, he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully. The dual sensations of pleasure and pain send a jolt of electricity through your body.

Sang Woo's hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly. He pulls you back against his chest, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're ours," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Our little fuck toy to use however we want."

You gasp for air, your vision starting to blur at the edges. But the lack of oxygen only heightens your other senses, every touch, every slap, every thrust feeling more intense than ever before. You're drowning in a sea of pleasure and pain, and you never want to surface.

"Yes, yes, yes, keep going" you groan.

Berlin's smile turns cruel, his eyes flashing with sadistic glee. "You heard her, boss. Our little slut wants more." He releases your hair, only to grab your hips with bruising force, slamming you back onto their cocks with brutal intensity.

Sang Woo's grip on your throat tightens, cutting off your air completely. "That's right, kitten," he pants, his hips pistoning wildly. "Take it. Take every inch of our cocks like the greedy little whore you are."

The room spins around you, your lungs burning for oxygen. But you don't care. All that matters is the feeling of being so utterly possessed, so completely owned. You're nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, and you've never felt so alive.

You keep moaning as you take both cocks. "So good" you moan as you hold onto Sang woo's shoulders.

Berlin's thrusts become more erratic, his breathing ragged. "Fuck, I'm close," he growls. "I'm going to fill this tight little ass of yours."

Sang Woo's grip on your throat loosens slightly, allowing you to drag in a desperate breath. "Come with us, kitten," he commands, his voice strained. "Come on our cocks like a good girl."

The combination of their words, their touch, their possession, pushes you over the edge. With a scream, you climax, your body convulsing between them. Berlin and Sang Woo follow shortly after, their hot seed flooding your holes, marking you as theirs.

As the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse against Sang Woo's chest, your body limp and spent. Berlin pulls out, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Well, kitten," he says, tucking himself back into his pants. "Welcome to your new life. You're ours now, and we're going to enjoy breaking you in."

[meadowfics]

keep your eyes on me

berlin (song jung-ho) x f!reader

based off of this request here

warnings: threats, mentions of injury, jealousy

you've never been the jealous type, or at least that's what you tell yourself.

however, there's something about the way tokyo looks at berlin, something about the way they exchange glances in silence, the way they seem to understand each other without words even in their arguments and fury.

it's been poking at you since the heist began. it's probably nothing. berlin has been yours for years now, since the moment he crossed into south korea, bloody and half-dead, desperate for escape.

tokyo has a thing with rio anyways. however, you've stood by berlin through everything, watched him rise again, rebuild himself into something terrifyingly magnificent. y

ou've seen every inch of him, every flaw, every secret...so why does tokyo make you feel like you're missing something?

maybe it's the stress. maybe it's just the paranoia that comes with a job this big. every time you see them lock angry eyes across the mint’s floor, your stomach knots up, and your hands clench into fists.

so, you decide to do something about it.

it starts small.

you stop standing at berlin's side, opting to linger near denver instead. denver, who is easy to get along with, who doesn't have the same unreadable expressions and complicated histories as berlin. denver, who laughs with that ridiculous hyena-like cackle, who doesn't take everything so damn seriously.

he flirts easily, and you let him. even though the both of you know damn well that you guys do not like each other. denver has a thing with that beautiful hostage, and you support it.

however, denver seems to notice that you're using him and he wants to piss off berlin too as revenge.

you let yourself laugh a little louder with denver. you touch his arm when you talk, lean into him when you're standing close. it’s harmless...at first.

then you start choosing denver’s side over berlin’s.

when a small argument breaks out over how to handle a hostage trying to make a run for it, berlin says to use fear. denver says to use charm. you agree with denver.

you make a point of siding with him, nodding along as he grins. berlin’s face barely changes, but you know him. you know the tension in his jaw, the slight twitch in his fingers.

so you push further.

when denver struggles to move a heavy stack of cash pallets, you rush to help, grinning as you brace against the weight with him. berlin watches from the other side of the mint, his arms crossed over his chest.

he doesn’t say anything, but you feel the weight of his stare, burning into you like a brand.

it’s working. god, it feels good.

you don’t speak to berlin unless necessary. if he gives you an order, you act like you don’t hear him the first time. you only respond when he repeats himself, your tone clipped and indifferent.

he isn’t used to this. he’s used to controlling you, to knowing where you stand, to having you in his orbit. he doesn’t like this new distance.

by the second day, berlin has had enough.

the professor is gone, caught up in his careful dance with the inspector. the others are preoccupied. the moment he finds you alone in the office, berlin shuts the door behind him and locks it.

the sound of the bolt sliding into place echoes in the small space, and before you can react, he’s in front of you, his hand wrapping around your neck...not tight, not enough to hurt, but enough to command your full attention.

“i know what you’re fucking doing.”

jung-ho's voice is low, controlled. the man's thumb brushes against your pulse point, and you know he can feel how fast your heart is racing.

still, you tilt your chin up, keeping your expression blank.

“what are you talking about?”

berlin lets out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking his head.

“don’t play dumb, barcelona. i know you too well.” jung-ho's grip tightens just slightly, just enough to make his point.

“you think i don’t see the way you’ve been throwing yourself at denver? the way you go out of your way to undermine me?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you repeat, voice steady, even though your whole body is tense.

“don’t you?” he leans in, lips brushing against your ear.

“you’re trying to make me jealous. trying to piss me off.”

you scoff, trying to ignore the way your skin burns under his touch.

“get over yourself, berlin.”

berlin hums, considering you. then, his other hand trails down your side, slow and deliberate, his fingers pressing into your waist.

“you want to know how i know?” he asks, almost lazily, “ it is because i threatened denver today.”

your breath catches.

he smiles, slow and sharp, like he can taste your reaction,

“told him if he didn’t stop entertaining your little games, i’d make sure he regrets it. and the hostages? well, let’s just say they almost suffered for your little stunt.”

your stomach twists. you know berlin. you know he’s capable of anything. your anger flares, hot and sharp.

“you’re sick.”

“and you’re reckless,” he counters, “playing with fire just to get a rise out of me? you should know better more than anyone else here.”

you glare at him, hands pressing against his chest, shoving him back just enough to breathe.

“maybe if you weren’t so fucking close to tokyo and arguing with her all of the time, i wouldn’t have to.”

berlin blinks, then exhales through his nose, amused.

“so that’s what this is about.” he tilts his head, eyes searching yours, “you’re jealous.”

“i’m not—”

“yes, you are.” berlin's fingers trace patterns along your collarbone.

“you think i want her?” he leans in again, lips just barely brushing against your jaw, “when i have you?”

your breath stutters. you hate how easily he does this to you, how effortlessly he dismantles your defenses.

“tokyo means nothing to me,” he continues, voice softening, but not losing its edge, “she’s a soldier. a piece in the game. but you?” his thumb presses against your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“you are mine.”

you hate how much you love hearing it.

berlin watches you carefully, reading every flicker of emotion across your face.

“say it,” he murmurs, “say you’re mine.”

the silence stretches between you, thick with tension. you should fight it. you should push him away, walk out that door, keep playing your game.

you don’t.

“i’m yours.”

berlin’s lips curl into a victorious smile, “good girl.”

then, he kisses you...hard, claiming, punishing. you meet him with equal intensity, fingers twisting in his hair, pulling him closer. berlin's grip on your neck eases, sliding down to your back, pressing you flush against him.

the heat between you is undeniable, electric, all-consuming.

when he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your lips, his hands finally leave your body.

“no more games, barcelona.”

you nod, but you both know better.

berlin may have won this round, but the game between you is far from over.

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