Hi I’m G! 🇮🇹🇺🇸 Squid Game and Money Heist blog! I write for Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-Ho and Berlin (Song Jung-Ho) . ENFP. Pan. (They/She) 22 years old. Requests are always open! Mature Content. 412🖤💛
This man CANNOT handle being sick. You would think that the big boss man would be able to handle a simple head cold… nope.
“Y/N, baby, I’m not feeling well” he says with a pout as he starts taking off his suit for work
“Let’s get you into bed”
“Oh god I’m feeling weaker by the minute” he says while frantically throwing his pants across the room
Definitely needs to be held, all day, and all night. He doesn’t want you out of his sight. He just needs to be cuddled by you.
“Wait baby where are you going” he whines while grabbing your foot
“I’m just going to the bathroom sweetheart, you’ll be fine without me for 5 minutes”
“No, no, I can come with you”
“As much as I love you, I am not letting come in and watch me pee”
“Right yes, sorry, scratch that. But please be quick I need you y/n”
He’s 100% without a doubt a BIGGGG complainer. Like if you stop your hand slightly while playing with his hair he’ll just whine and whine until you’re back in rhythm.
“Why’d you stopppp that felt so nice”
“Sorry sweetie my hand was numb”
“Y/nnnn”
“Sangwoo.”
“Ugh why do you hate me”
“Omg you’re like 40 grow up”
“Oh so now I’m old”
You might as well stop and listen to him while you can. This man while he’s sick is a whole other breed.
A drama queen. You make this man some soup before he loses his mind. He’ll let on that he’s feeling 10x more miserable than he is just so you can feed it to him
“Can you please feed it to me”
“You seem capable of doing that yourself, sangwoo”
“I can’t move, I can’t see, I can’t do it”
“I saw you reach for the remote five minutes ago”
“Okay so you want me to die? I see how it is. My lovely, beautiful wife wants to let her old, sick husband die”
You give in and feed the whole bowl to him, you can never say no to that face.
Will watch movies all day
His independence is out the window. Everything in his everyday at home life suddenly becomes a two person job
Begs you to give him a massage
Will always have a bowl on standby incase he throws up. It just so happens to be your movie night snack bowl
Insists on you guys showering together (like usual) but this time he feels too weak to shampoo your hair, so you wash his and your own. He just wants to be pampered by you
Human furnace. Fever or not the body heat radiating off of this man is crazy
“Hey no why did you scoot away from me” he says as he pulls you back into his chest
WOULD ANY OF YOU GUYS BE INTERESTED IN WATCHING THIS TOGETHER WHEN IT COMES OUT?!? LET ME KNOOOOOOOW. IM IN THE US EASTERN TIME IF ANYONE WANTS TO PLAN
Woke up this morning and all I want is him. ARE WE SURPRISED? Anyways I will be dropping more Sang-woo fics this week!! I miss my pookie bear 46 year old man🥺
Before your husband could finish his sentence you had already handed him his tie. That was the dynamic between you and Sangwoo, you both knew each other like the back of your hands, your actions becoming predictable to one another.
“You’re a lifesaver” he says as he gives you a loving kiss on the cheek
You continue getting ready, finalizing your makeup and touching up your hair. You slip into your beautiful floor length gown, the colour of the dress not only complements your skin tone but is matching Sangwoos tie. Something about you guys matching makes you feel fuzzy inside, it makes events like this feel more personal.
You make your way down to the driver that Sangwoo had hired. He’s a man with money, so why not treat you like a princess.
As you got closer to the gala you could feel your anxiety creeping up on you. You start to feel overwhelmed and your husband noticed as well.
“Y/n, my love, you have nothing to be worried about. You know all my colleagues from the office, and not to mention that they all love you”
You let out a sigh and turn to face Sangwoo. “It’s not that, it’s just all the women in the office look like super models”
“Sweetheart, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I could get lost in your beautiful eyes, your lips so perfect, so plump I could kiss them all day he says as he kisses you, oh and y/n that ass of yours just wow-“
“Sangwoo!” You say giggling and taking his hand in yours
“I’m just kidding, but I do love your ass just like I love everything about you” he says placing another kiss on your lips.
The car comes to a stop, you have arrived to the gala. You step out into the cool air
The place was packed. There had to be at least 200 people there. You walk in side by side with Sangwoo. You look at the seating chart and go to your assigned table.
“There he is, Mr. Boss man accompanied by Mrs. Boss man” said Gi-hun, one of Sangwoos best friends from childhood and new work colleague.
“Give it a rest” Sangwoo chirps back, playfully punching Gi-Huns shoulder.
As the night goes on you become more and more bored. Not that you didn’t like attending these events with your husband, it’s just he’s been preoccupied by investors for majority of the night. You hear an exaggerated laugh, a women’s laugh. You peak up from your seat and notice an older woman clinging onto your husband like a leech. she must be around Sangwoos age.
You don’t even remember standing up but next thing you know you’re standing next to Sangwoo, grabbing onto his arm.
“Hey, who’s this?” You ask, a fake smile spread across your face as you stare at the woman in front of you.
“Oh y/n this is Seo-yun an interested investor, Seo-yun this is y/n, my-“
“Assistant! Oh it’s so nice that Mr. Cho takes you to these events, he must be an excellent boss. You don’t see many CEOs taking their assistants to fancy places like this”
“Uhm no actually I’m his wife” you say through gritted teeth, trying not to smack a bitch
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize that you were his wife
What did she mean by that comment? That someone like you couldn’t be loved? That you weren’t good enough for Sangwoo? You felt a wave of sadness crash over you. Your whole demeanour shifts as you stand there awkwardly.
“Yes, we uh just got married last spring” he says clearing his throat trying to lighten the mood. He snakes a hand around your waist, tracing patterns to help reassure you.
“Oh… well congratulations” Seo-yun says as she walks away.
“Hey I think I’m gonna head out, but you stay and enjoy your night, please”
“No you know what, I’m coming with you”
“What? No this is supposed to be your night, stay and have some fun and-“
“Nope. Don’t do that, no one speaks to my wife that way and expects me to do business with them. I’m calling the driver now”. Sangwoo was fuming.
You couldn’t help but feel relieved that Sangwoo decided to go home with you. Although a little bit of guilt lingered in the back of your mind, making your husband leave his event, a night that creates new work opportunities you felt horrible. But Sangwoo always put your needs first, he loved you so much that he would probably sell his company just to put a smile on your face.
“The cars outside, let’s go honey”
“Mr. Cho why are you leaving”
“Mr. Cho we don’t get to talk yet”
“Mr. Cho if you could just spare a minute”
He ignored every single investor that tried to stop him on the way out. He promised his wife a great night, a night of fun, but unfortunately that didn’t go as planned. He felt furious. How could they mistake his precious wife, someone so beautiful, so kind, and so genuine as his assistant. He wished the world around you guys could be more mindful, as all he wanted to do was show you off.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Your husband asked, getting into bed
“No no it’s fine” you say quietly
“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry”
“Sangwoo you have nothing to be sorry about, it’s not your fault”
“C’mere” He says, patting your side of the bed and making grabby hands like a child
You couldn’t help but laugh as you climb into bed next to him. He pulls your body towards his, your head resting against his chest.
You both lay there for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. Until Sangwoo decides to break the silence.
“My pretty girl. I’m so sorry about tonight. he says and kisses the top of your head.
You nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent and leaving reassuring kisses. Sangwoo starts to play with your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, occasionally nibbling on it.
“I never want you to feel like you’re anything less than perfect. You’re beautiful my angel. My perfect baby. The world doesn’t deserve you, you’re much too graceful”
“I love you so much sangwoo” you lean up to kiss him
“I love you more y/n. Get some rest, I’m taking you on a very special date tomorrow”
You fall asleep to the beating of your husband’s heart, excited for what he has planned for you guys tomorrow.
Context: The final episode of season 1 where Seon gets to watch his twin flame fucking die!
Seon was going to fall through the glass at this rate. In-ho tugged his shirt, pulling him but Seon merely shoved him away. He needed to see, he didn’t like that Sang-woo was down, he needed to see to make sure he would live.
Seon and In-ho had a deal - not to let Sang-woo actually die. Fake it somehow so Seon could keep him all to himself. The boy didn’t know In-ho had lied. In his defense, he did play the boys game of letting him try and play for Sang-woo, but the boy had lost and he needed to accept the defeat.
When Gi-hun stopped, Seon’s heart began to pound. What the fuck was he doing? When the guard’s voice crackled over the walkie, Seon banged on the glass.
“No! No, you fucking idoit! He won’t give up!” He cried.
In-ho grabbed the boy again, yanking him back, “Enough.” He scolded, as if scolding a child.
Seon turned, hitting and kicking In-ho like a toddler throwing a tantrum. He was trying to break free but In-ho kept a firm hold on him. He wouldn’t let the boy’s childish impulses get in the way of business, even if it did break his heart to see him so distressed.
“Please,” he begged quietly, “please, save him..”
In-ho was quiet, a soft sigh escaping his nose before Gi-hun’s cry could be heard. Seon immediately broke free, running to the glass and praying that he would see Gi-hun hurt or dying but no- no it was worse. He could see the blood gushing from Sang-woo’s neck and without another moment wasted, he was bolting out of the room.
“Seon!” In-ho called after, just barely missing the boy, “Shit,” he grabbed his walkie, “Get him out of there, we have a breech.”
The guard wasted no time knocking out Gi-hun with the butt of his gun and not even a few seconds later, Seon’s heart began came barreling into the ran. He was soaked, dropping to his knees to try and put his hand over Sang-woo’s wound. It was too late and everyone knew that but Seon. The boy, having seen too many movies, truly believed he could save him.
“Sang-woo, Sang-woo I’m here,” He whispered, tears rushing down his face.
Sang-woo’s eyes moves just a bit, enough to confirm that he was still alive, “Seon?” He breathed, convinced he was seeing heaven in the form of the blonde haired boy.
“I’m here, I’m here,” He sobbed, gently storking his cheek with his free hand, “it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, everything’s gonna be okay.. you’re gonna get better and I’ll pay off all your debts and you’ll fall just as madly in love with me as I am with you..”
A smile, faint smile tugged at his lips as his final breath escaped. Seon kept stroking his cheek and holding pressure around his wound, despite feeling his pulse stop and his chest stopped rising.
“That’s okay, you rest and save your energy, I’ll stay here and keep holding pressure until the doctors come..”
But no doctors were coming.
The rain suddenly stopped falling onto them, shielded by the umbrella In-ho held.
“Seon,” he said softly.
“I have to keep pressure..” He sobbed.
“Seon,”
“I have to keep pressure! He’ll die if I don’t, I can’t lose him, I can’t, you know I can’t!” He sobbed.
In-ho sighed softly, squatting down beside him, “Let me take over,”
“No, no, it has to be me, it has to-“
“Seon, you don’t know what you’re doing. I had to do this sort of thing all the time as a cop, let me take over, you hold the umbrella.” In-ho said, gently sliding the umbrella into Seon’s hand and switching out the one on his neck with his own.
Seon sat there trembling as he watched In-ho keep pressure on Sang-woo’s neck, hands clenched around the umbrella so tight his knuckles were white. In-ho placed another hand on Sang-woo’s wrist before holding it up to Seon.
“Seon, he doesn’t have a pulse..” he said softly, taking Seon’s fingers and placing them on his wrist.
Seon began to shake with sobs, wrapping his hands around Sang-woo’s wrist and letting the umbrella fall. He sobbed into his hand, clinging to him for life.
“I tried-“
“I know,” In-ho hushed, putting a hand on his back.
“I- I tried so hard..”
“I know, I know..”
“What do I do now?” Seon looked at him, that same broken expression that In-ho had when he lost his wife.
In-ho paused, taking a deep breath, “I don’t know, kid.. I haven’t figured that out either..”
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OHHHHH YOU KNOW I’LL GLADY WRITE A BERLIN SMUT!!! HE’S SO GODDAMN FIIIINEEEEE!!!
Warning: Gay sex! Large Age Legal Gap! ( Seon is somewhere between 18-20 idk when exactly in his plot this takes place but hes legal okay )
@torasgfreal @sensationallysangwoo
Context: Idk Seon comes to bother In-ho on the island bc hes bored and horny ig idk i just work here
The room was quite aside from the sounds of gunshots and screams as the players were shot one by one. In-ho sat in his armchair, sipping his whiskey as his fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns into the leather. His body tensed when he felt arms around his neck before sighing at the familiar smell of sex and overpriced cologne.
He really shouldn’t have given Seon a key to the island apartment - or to any of his apartments for that matter.
“Whatcha doin?” The boy purred
“I'm working." He said bluntly, his gaze still focused on the screen as he set down his glass.
He hummed knowingly, letting go of his neck and sliding down into In-ho’s lap, effectively blocking his view of the screen.
“You should give me attention instead.” He pouted, a small smile creeping across his face.
The man sighed, pushing Seon to the side so he could see the screen, “The only attention you want is sexual.”
“Exactly. And I know you don’t like me going off to sleep with random strangers.” He pouted again, getting in his way once more giving him his classic puppy dog eyes.
He put his hand over Seon’s mouth and pushed his head way again. “Got forbid I not want you to get an STD or murdered.”
Seon huffed a bit, not enjoying being brushed aside so easily. He decided to take advantage of the hand of his face and moved his head to take two of In-ho’s fingers into his mouth. He began to suck on them, slow and methodical, trying to get In-ho turned on, even though he knew it wouldn’t work.
In-ho didn’t really get turned on, not when it came to Seon at least. He just tolerated the boy’s sexuality. He’d rather Seon fucked him than someone that would put him in danger.
He sighed, glancing at Seon intently sucking in his gloved fingers. He didn’t try to move his hand away, it was pointless.
“You’re desperate today.” He noted, his calm, cool demeanor remaining unbothered as he watched him.
Seon kept going, eyes fixed on In-ho’s as he took his fingers deeper down his throat. He was really going all out and any other man would be hard by now. In-ho pulled his fingers out of Seon's mouth, watching as strings of saliva connected them to his lips before they eventually broke apart. Seon’s face was flush and his breathing a bit heavy - unlike In-ho, it didn’t take a lot to get Seon hard.
"Come here." He sighed, placing a hand on Seon’s waist as the boy moved closer and was kissed.
He moaned softly into it, his hips bucking a bit as he wrapped his arms around In-ho’s neck. He felt In-ho’s hand run up and down his back which only made him melt more into the man. Truth be told, Seon did not have to listen to In-ho. He was grown enough and In-ho wasn’t he actual father, he could have just gone and fucked some random stranger. It would have been easier than coming all the way out here, but ever since their first time together, Seon really, really craved the way In-ho fucked him.
The man shifted a bit so Seon was straddling his lap, his hands holding on to his waist as he deepened the kiss. He nipped at Seon’s lower lip, demanding access to his mouth as he slid his tongue inside. Seon moaned again, letting In-ho do as he pleased. It wasn’t long until the boy was bare, covered in fresh hickeys and bitemarks that had overtaken the ones In-ho previously left. The feeling of In-ho’s suit against his bare skin drove him mad; In-ho never stripped, he always stayed clothed and left Seon on display.
“Daddy..” He breathed, his face flush and panting as In-ho placed a kiss on his chest.
What is it, baby?” He mumbled into his skin, running a hand lightly over the love bites he had left on Seon’s body, taking in every whine that escaped the boy's lips as he did so.
The boy moaned and shook, his body trembling from desire. He was having trouble thinking again,
“Daddy,” He breathed again, this time mixed with a moan.
“Does my pretty boy want something?” He hummed, biting down oh the boy’s shoulder.
Seon moaned and nodded desperately, bucking his hips a bit. He wanted anything In-ho would give him, just something to take the edge off his throbbing cock. In-house pulled away from his now bleeding shoulder, kissing his way up to his ear.
“Beg for it.”
“Please..” Seon panted, “Daddy please.. please give me something.. anything you’ll grant me..”
In-ho’s hands gripped at Seon’s hips as he kept him from bucking again, his gaze shifting upwards to look into the boy. He looked at him for a moment, taking in how desperate he looked - his red face, his glossy eyes. He ran his hands up his thigh before smacking his ass.
“Get down and ride my boot.” He ordered, letting him go and turning his attention back to the screen.
Seon paused for a moment, trying to gain enough wits to actually move before obeying. He clammered off his lap as In-ho adjusted his leg to make it easier for him. Seon straddled his boot, wrapping his arms around In-ho’s leg as he began to grind his hips against the leather, his cock rubbing in between his own stomach and the upper leather half of his boot.
In-ho placed a hand in his hair, half paying attention to the blonde. The sight of a blonde desperate and hard enough to ride your boot would make any other man cum in his pants, but In-ho was just keeping the boy off the street, letting him work out all his steam here. He really was just a dog in heat, a sweet little puppy that needed to work it all out.
“Good boy,” He hummed, sipping his whiskey as he carded his fingers through his hair.
Seon moaned at the praise, leaning into In-ho’s touch as he kept going. This wouldn’t be enough to get him off, but it was satisfying his need to hump and buck.
“Daddy..” He whispered into In-ho’s pant leg.
In-ho took another sip of his whiskey, his attention being completely divided: one part of him focused on the games on the screen, one part focused on how Seon was begging for him at this point. He let go of his glass, his hand petting the boy’s head as he leaned back in his seat.
“Yes, baby?” He asked, his eyes focused on the screen as he saw one player get eliminated.
“I love you..” He whimpered.
It wasn’t unusual for Seon declare his love while In-ho was balls deep inside of him or making his cum - he meant it, he really did. but not in that way. He wasn’t in love with him, and In-ho wasn’t in love with him either. They were more so fucked buddies, but closer than that. They cared for one another deeply, just not romantic.
Despite that, it was difficult in his cock drunk haze for Seon to remember that and it often slipped out.
“Love you too, darling.” In-ho hummed, stroking Seon’s hair.
Tears started in his eyes as Seon kept humping his leg, pressing his face to In-ho’s knee. He was getting more desperate, more needy - it just wasn’t enough after awhile.
“Daddy..” He whimpered, tears falling down his cheeks, “daddy please.. I.. I need you..”
In-ho noticed the tears streaming down the boy’s cheeks, as well as the desperation in his voice. He could hear the way he was struggling and pat his lap, still not looking at him.
“Come here, baby,” He called softly.
Seon got off his boot, his stomach wet from the precum leaking from his twitching cock as he sat back in In-ho’s lap. With shakey hands his began to unzip his pants, pulling out his cock and stroking it to get it hard.
“I love you..” He panted softly, his voice mixed with moans and whimpers.
In-ho grunted softly as the boy stroked him, shifting in the armchair just a little.
“I know, baby,” He said with a gentle tone, resting his hands on Seon’s hips, “Daddy loves you too.”
When In-ho was hard enough, Seon settled down onto his cock, moaning and shaking. He tried to move on his own but he quickly went limp and clinging to In-ho. He had to move the boy’s hips himself to actually keep him going, not that he mind. In-ho leaned back in his seat, resting his head on Seon’s shoulder as Seon buried his face into his own, watching the screen accompanied by the boy’s moans and whimpers. It was a familiar situation to him, one that he was growing rather fond of.
“Daddy.. In-ho,” Seon whimpered
“I’m here, Seon, I’m right here.” He reassured.
He felt Seon’s cock twitch and cum about three times against his stomach in the hour that Seon rode him. It wasn’t until he could tell the boy was hurting did In-ho adjust him, having him lay across his lap like a baby. He kept one arm around his waist while he slid his hand down between his legs and began to finger him, the smooth leather of his gloves providing a familiar feeling.
“Daddy..” Seon moaned into his shoulder, his body trembling in In-ho’s arms, “can I.. can I.. touch myself too..”
In-ho hummed, nodding his consent as he pushed his fingers deeper. He heard Seon’s moan get higher as he pressed against his g-spot, slipping another finger inside. Seon could barely remember to reach down and stroke his own cock with how much pleasure In-ho was granting him.
“Daddy,” He begged, “In-ho.. In-ho-“
His name never failed to sound good when moaned out by Seon, and In-ho thought that was probably why he allowed this to happen as much as he did. It was almost cute, the way the boy would cry out for him in his vulnerable state.
“You gonna cum again, baby?” He asked, glancing down at him.
Seon’s face was beat red, his eyes glossy and his lips wet and parted.
“Please.. daddy.. in-ho,” he begged, “please in-ho.. kiss me.. kiss me..”
In-ho chuckled, leaning down and gently kissing him before it turned into him slipping his tongue into his mouth again. The boy squirmed and moaned pathetically at they made out, the combination of pleasure too much for him. It wasn’t long until Seon came, practically screaming as he shots ropes all over himself and In-ho.
He kept a tight hold of Seon to make sure he didn’t fall out of his lap, breaking the kiss once his high was over. He left his fingers inside, knowing the boy needed to work up to that.
“Good boy..” He muttered softly, leaning back in his chair and fixing his gaze on the screen again.
Seon panted and shook a bit, his body limp in In-ho’s arms. He coughed a bit, but otherwise didn’t move. For a man who didn’t have an attraction to Seon, In-ho sure knew how to fuck him. They stayed like that for a few minutes before he spoke again,
“Daddy..” He breathed.
“Hmm?”
“Ready..”
In-ho pulled his fingers out, the sound making a slick pop as he did so. He shifted the boy, picking him up bridal style and carrying him off to the bathroom. He sat him on the edge of the tub and began to clean him up with a warm wash cloth,
“This is why you can’t just sleep woth strangers, you get too helpless.” He chidded.
“That’s why I come to you..” He hummed, slowly working his way out of subspace.
He scoffed a bit, shaking his head. Seon was something else. After he was finished cleaning him up and putting him into a change of clothes, In-ho removed his own ruined coat and picked him up again, carrying him back to the viewing room.
He sat back down in the armchair, placing Seon beside him as the boy snuggled into his side. In-ho wrapped an arm around him, letting Seon cuddle up to him as he finished off his whiskey.
“I love dalgona..” Seon whispered, finally bothering to see what was on the screen.
“I know you do, you had me make the guards prepare you your own batch.” He teased.
Seon giggled a bit, kicking his feet as he buried his face into In-ho chest, “You’re so nice to me..”
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.
Hey pookieeee!! Can you write a fic for Berlin in which Berlin fucked the reader to ease the stress of the heist and after the heist is over the reader finds put that she’s pregnant…? You can decide if the ending will be good or bad! Anyway love uuu🩶🩶
OF COURSE SWEETNESS!!!! I still am finishing up your Sangwoo req as well. Love u pookie!!🤍💕
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.
warnings: f!reader, age difference (20s x 40s), fingering, unprotected sex (creampie)
a/n: sang woo is dangerously attractive, breathe if you agree!
As soon as the voting was finished, the square guard said his goodbyes, speaking on behalf of the other guards as well, the ones who were not allowed to speak for some odd reason. As the guard continued to speak, you tuned it all out, only focusing on leaving this hell hole and going home. What for though? Your life was shit and that’s the whole reason you ended up in a place like this. You, along with majority of the other players, had only made it through one game before deciding that these “games” weren’t your cup of tea at all.
Thanks to the handsome player who was numbered 218, if you remembered correctly, the opportunity to vote was given and the X’s won the vote 101 - 100.
“Ouch!”
You winced in pain as you felt your skin scrape against the concrete. Those stupid guards really had no compassion for others. You weren’t alone though and you realized this after hearing the groans of a man, one who didn’t sound too far away. You could hear the man moving closer, soon feeling the warmth of his body up against yours as his fingers softly grazed against your face and lifted the thin blindfold away from your eyes. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, they dropped down to the man who was now next to you with his wrists and ankles tied together just as yours were. He wasn’t wearing anything but underwear which made you look down at your own body which was covered in nothing but underwear as well.
“They really threw us outside naked..assholes.”
You scoffed as you thought to yourself before suddenly remembering what needed to be done. Your teeth pulled at the rope that tied the mans wrists together and the knot unraveled, freeing his hands. Once his hands were free, he removed the blindfold that covered his own eyes and undid the knot that tied his feet together. He didn’t waste any time and quickly untied the ropes that were tied around your wrists and ankles. Your head lifted and you made eye contact with the man who stood in front you.
Player 218
After he untied you, he hurriedly made his way towards the pile of belongings and you followed him behind him, hurriedly putting your clothes on. You grabbed your phone and tried to turn it on but unfortunately, it was dead. You let out a groan of frustration before turning your attention to the man, player 218, who stood just a few feet away from you.
“Sir, do you know where we are?”, you questioned, hoping for a good answer.
He turned his gaze up from his phone which seemed to be dead as well and eyed the buildings that surrounded the both of you, pushing his glasses up his nose as he did so.
“We’re near Ssangmun-Dong.”, he responded confidently.
“You live far from here?”, you questioned again.
“Not at all actually. What about you?”, he adjusted his glasses once again as he spoke, turning his gaze towards you.
“I live in Ansan.”, you responded, earning a light nod from him.
“What’s your name?”, you questioned for the third time.
“Sang-Woo. Cho Sang-Woo.”, he gave a simple reply.
“I’m (yourname)”, you smiled in his direction.
“I wouldn’t mind if you spent tonight at my place. It seems to be pretty late and I know your cellphone is dead.”, he paused, “I live about a ten minute walk away.”, he gave a faint smile as he explained.
You admired his kindness because there’s no way in HELL you’d ever offer your place to a stranger, especially one who was coming from a place like the one the two of you had just left. You bent slightly, bowing to him.
Surprisingly, you accepted his offer.
Hours had passed since you entered Sang-Woo’s home and those hours were full of laughter and good conversations.
Who knew bonding with a stranger would be so easy?
As the conversations began to die down, an awkward silence took over the room and the sexual tension between the two of you began to rise, that tension quickly became thick enough to be cut with a knife. You cleared your throat awkwardly and Sang-Woo turned in your direction, locking eyes with you. The eye contact that you both shared didn’t last for long since your eyes quickly trailed away from his eyes and down to his lips.
Was it wrong that you wanted to kiss him?
Better Question.
Was it wrong that you wanted to kiss a man who was old enough to be your father?
“If you want to kiss me just do it.”, he spoke calmly as he removed his glasses from his face, setting them down on the glass table that sat in front of the both of you.
“How’d you know I want to kiss you?”, you questioned, dumbfounded.
He gave no reply. Instead, he moved closer to where you were sitting and lifted your head with two fingers. Your eyes softened immediately once they met his. He leaned into you, tracing his soft lips up against your neck and that was more than enough to make your knees weak and your pussy leak. A soft gasp left your mouth as his lips pressed up against your neck, leaving faint kisses. It didn’t take long for him to pull away and once he did, you pulled him into a kiss, one that was deep and passionate. His hands traced up and down your clothed body before gripping your waist softly as the two of you melted under each other’s touch. His grip quickly tightened and he pulled you onto his lap. You smirked against his lips as you felt his cock growing hard underneath your warmth. You pulled away from the kiss, drawing a needy whine from him.
“Someone’s excited.”
You teased, referring to the boner confined in his pants. You then began rocking your hips back and forth lightly which only made him grow harder than he was before. His grip on your waist tightened once again as he lowered you down onto his clothed cock. You wanted him so bad. You needed him and the feeling was mutual. He pulled you in for another kiss and this time, the kiss was turned into a rough, sweaty, make out session. He pulled away, smirking as he grabbed onto your waist once again and lifted you as he stood up. He carried you like a groom would cary his bride as he made his way towards the bedroom. Once you were there, he threw you into the bed roughly and removed his shirt as quick as he could, throwing it without a care in the world. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching him from your position on the bed.
“Take those off.”, he commanded, voice deep and full of lust.
You simply complied with his command and removed your pants.
“Such a good girl..”, he mumbled underneath his breath and began rubbing your clit through your panties, eyeing you sensually as he did so.
It didn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess underneath his touch. Your lip slid between your teeth and you bit down, attempting to hold back any moans that dared to fall out. His movements suddenly stopped and your face quickly dropped into a frown.
“Don’t hold back, baby. Let it all out.”, he leaned towards you as he whispered, continuing his movements on your clit and using his other hand to unclasp your bra. He stopped once again, this time to pull your panties down. He let out a soft groan as he eyed your bare pussy that was now dripping wet for him.
“Should I put them inside of you?”, he questioned in a low voice that made you quiver as his hands traced along your thighs.
You nodded rapidly, back arching slightly as you did so, growing needy by the second.
“Use your words.”, he muttered angrily and lifted his hand, sending a harsh slap onto your bare thigh.
“Yes, please.”, you cooed, leaning your head back.
He smirked and ran his fingers along the slit of your pussy, slowly sliding his fingers inside of you.
“You’re so wet for me.”, he kissed your inner thighs as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.
You gasped as his fingers grazed your cervix.
“Sang-Woo…”, you moaned as his palm came in contact with your aching clit due to his fingers being as deep as they possibly could be inside of you.
“Hm?”, he hummed quietly, watching as you squirmed underneath him.
“I’m going to..cum.”, you admitted, slightly embarrassed.
“Cum for me, princess.”, he smirked before fastening his pace.
Your pussy gushed and tightened around his fingers as a result of his fastened pace. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you covered his fingers with your sweet, slick, juices. His fingers slowly slid slowly slid out of your pussy, and once they did he licked them clean.
“You taste so fucking good.”, he groaned.
Sang-Woo joined you in the bed and you watched as he unbuckled his belt and slid his boxers and pants off in one movement. His cock sprang up, hitting his lower abdomen and you almost drooled at the sight, watching as precum leaked from his tip. You didn’t waste any time and immediately straddled his hips while holding his cock in your hand and aligning it with your pussy that was still dripping wet and leaking juices from your previous orgasm. His hands grabbed onto your waist and he pushed you down, forcing himself inside of you. A loud gasp left your mouth as his cock filled you up and thrusted into you without giving you time to adjust to the size. His hands tightened around your waist as he bucked his hips up into you, thrusting at an inhumane pace. His head leaned back onto headboard as he groaned in pleasure. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support as you began bouncing up and down on his cock without a care for anything else in the world.
“You..feel so good inside of me.”, you breathed out, looking into his eyes as you spoke.
“And you feel so good around me, baby.”
His hands made their onto your hips, guiding you back and forth at a pace that was way slower than the one before. He leaned his head back as he let out a loud groan, one that didn’t sound like the ones he’d let out before. His grip on your hips tightened as his cock twitched inside of you, soon coating your walls with his cum.
