Warnings: talk of pregnancy / children, allusions to smut (nothing graphic), a little angst, & a little fluff
Word Count: 0.5k
Request: anonymous: “Hi, could you write something with Berlin. Where the reader is pregnant and she heard what he tells Rio about women and children. But for some reason it's not the same with the reader he's happy and want that kid with her. thank you so much”
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Having children wasn't necessarily something the two of you discussed. Primarily because neither of you foreseen having them anytime in the near future.
The relationship was still in its early stages. It was still quite new and there were many things you haven't discovered about one another yet. For example, if having and raising kids was something either of you would even like.
Therefore, as you stared at the stick in your hand, your heart was beating so fast you swore it could explode at any given second. Various thoughts were running through your mind while you waited, rather impatiently, for the result to appear. The main being, children was something you probably should have talked about.
The miniature plus sign both excited and terrified you.
The second it appeared, your heart soared. The overwhelming feeling of pure happiness surprised you a little, since prior to this moment starting a family wasn't something you necessarily dreamed about. There was something about the thought of a family with Berlin however, that made your previous apprehensions disappear.
Now all you needed to do was share the news with him. Unfortunately for you, the universe had other plans.
Once you found him, you happened to overhear a conversation that only made your situation worse. The ache in your chest was insufferable and despite your better judgement, you barged into the room.
“You don't want kids?!” It was more of a statement than a question.
Berlin turned his attention to you, a confused look spread across his handsome features. He took a step towards you, yet still keeping his distance because judging by your body language you didn't want him any closer.
At this point, Rio had scattered from the room, leaving you and the jet haired thief alone.
“You don't want kids?!” You repeated, and Berlin questioned, “Where’s this coming from?”
Instead of responding, you threw the positive test at him. He caught it with ease and as soon as he registered what it was he was now holding, his eyes widened. His head snapped in your direction once again, gaze instantly locking with yours.
“I just took it, and I was on my way to tell you but I guess I know now how you feel about our situation.” Tears began to slowly trail down your cheeks as you spoke.
Berlin shook his head. “No, no.” Throwing caution to the wind, he wrapped his arms tightly around you. He placed a soft kiss on top of your head before continuing, “I wasn’t talking about us. Trust when I say, you changed me.”. You could feel him smile against you. “With you, I want it all.”
You glanced up at him. “You mean that?”
“I do. Of course I do.” Berlin promised and you couldn't help but smile. Seeing the cheery expression on your face caused him to lift you with little to no effort. He spun you around a few times, both of you laughing with glee.
BIG CONGRATS ! 🍾 - ✏️ with berlin (LCDP) with the prompts “I want to feel like this forever,” and “You give me reason to do better, to be better”
THANK YOU SO MUCH 💛
Warnings: mild swearing, really just fluff
Word Count: 0.5k
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Bright morning light hues through the parted window followed by a gentle warm breeze. One that sends a gentle shiver down your spine and slowly brings you to open your sleepy eyes.
The man next to you grumbled softly. Sensing you were now awake, his eyes also fluttered open. “Good morning, beautiful.” He mumbled, his arm making its way around your waist. The palm of his hand now resting on your bare stomach. “How did you sleep?” He asked before placing a kiss to your shoulder blade.
“Mhmm, it was the best damn sleep I’ve had in weeks.” You replied tenderly and you could feel him smirk against your skin. “I want to feel like this forever.”
“I am sure glad to hear that, sweetheart.” Berlin whispered. He rested his head in the nook of your neck and you dwelled at the comfort his closeness brought. Yes, you thought, waking up next to him was the best feeling in the world.
One you were sure you would never get bored of.
“How about you?” You enquired while slightly tilting your head to try and meet his coffee gaze.
“Honestly, your snores were a little much.” He teased in response. A loud scoff escaped your lips. “I don’t snore!” You exclaimed, nudging his abdomen with your shoulder. Berlin let out a chuckle. “Sureee... you don't snore.” He mocked, earning himself another nudge.
“You’re one to talk.” You countered, manoeuvring in your spot so that you were now facing the jet haired crook. “Your snores shake the whole bed.” You teased back. The statement caused Berlin to roll his eyes. “Now that’s a serious over exaggeration.”
“Nope.” Your mouth popped. A playful look spread across your features. “It is one hundred percent true.” You grinned, satisfied that you were winning this silly debacle.
Or so you thought.
You should have known Berlin wasn't going to play fair. After all, he never does. It was your own fault for letting your guard down and believing that for once you had the upper hand.
You were about to revel in your victory, excitedly announce that you were right and he was in the wrong. But as you opened your mouth, before you could utter a single word, his lips attached themselves to yours in an exchange of breaths.
You instantly melted into him. Forgetting completely what it was the two of you were talking about mere seconds ago. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and attached itself to yours with ease. His hands proceeded to travel to your face. He held you by your cheeks, pulling you in even closer to his embrace.
A moan escaped you. You were on cloud nine, with your fingertips tangling in his jet black hair and your leg now cradled over his hip.
When he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more, the satisfied look on his face told you everything you needed to know. He won. There was no denying.
“Keep kissing me like that and you might just corrupt me.” You murmured against his sweet lips. Berlin smirked. “I wouldn’t dream of corrupting you, beautiful.”
You furrowed your brows together. “Why?”
“Because you’re the good in my life.” He answered causing your heart to flutter inside your chest. “You give me a reason to do better, be better.”
A smile crept up on your features and you pressed your lips to his once more.
Warnings: mild swearing/cursing, angst, subtle mentions of death, age gap, a lil fluffy
Word Count: 478
Request: anonymous: “could I request a imagine with berlin? Where he don't tell oc about his illness and she heard it from the inspector. She confront him and he tell her that he dind't want to tell her because she's younger than him (20s) and dind't want her to be sad. But she tell him that she love him and that she's going to be with him until he die and he tell her that he love her too.”
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“How could you?!” You barged in through the door. Salty tears streaming down your face, mixing with your mascara. The emotions that stirred inside of you were a mixture of sadness and betrayal. Your heart ached.
The jet haired man turned on his heel at the sound of your voice. A confused look graced his features; what the hell could you be possibly talking about?
“How could you?!” You repeated, hands now on his chest. With the emotions taking over your body, you tried to push him but Berlin being taller and stronger than you didn't budge. He placed his hands on your shoulders and tried to catch your gaze.
“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
You looked up at him teary eyed. “No, everything is not okay! Why didn't you tell me?!”
“Tell you- oh.” Realisation hit him. A deep sigh escaped his lips as his hands travelled slowly upwards and gently cupped your cheeks, wiping away the tear droplets with his thumbs. “How did you find out?” He asked quietly.
You shook your head. “It doesn't matter how I found out, what matters is you weren't the one to tell me.”
Berlin nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry.”
An apology. It was all he could say. He could see the upset spread on your face, he could hear the despair in your voice. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. Truthfully, he didn't tell you because he wanted to protect you. All Berlin could do now is hope you'd understand.
“Why didn't you tell me?” You asked. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you.” Berlin reassured. Using one finger, he moved a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Then I don't understand.” You cried.
The older thief pressed his lips to your forehead, giving it a gentle kiss, before looking back into your eyes.
“I didn't tell you I was sick because I wanted to protect you. I wanted to save you from the pain for as long as it was in my control.” Berlin stated calmly. “I wanted the time we have left to be filled with happiness, and not sorrow or worry.”
He sighed. “I didn't want to give you a reason to leave.”
Having calmed down slightly, you wiped your tears using your fingers. You placed your hands on his cheeks as a tiny smile circled your lips.
“I would never leave you.” You replied. “It’s you and me. I’ll be with you every step of the way, right until the end.”
Berlin chuckled softly. “I underestimated how strong you are baby girl.”
His comment made your grin grow a little wider. “That you did.” You leaned in to kiss him.
“I love you.” You whispered against his lips.
“Just as I love you.” He responded before kissing you again. This time deeper, with more passion.
A/N: (request): The title says it all so a smut warning is in place.
A = Aftercare
(what they’re like after sex?)
Believe it or not Berlin, or should you say Andrés, is quite affectionate after sex. He’ll press his body closely against yours and place intimate soft kisses across your collarbone. He’ll ask if you enjoyed yourself, if you need anything. However most of all he likes to listen to you whispering words of affirmation. Knowing how much he means to you makes Berlin feel better about himself.
B = Body Part
(their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Berlin’s favourite body part of yours is most definitely your ass. He loves how it looks in jeans, skirts, that red jumpsuit, but most of all he likes it bare. He’ll grab, caress, clasp and knead the flesh when you’re having sex - smack it when he can, even in public.
When it comes to himself however he doesn't have a favourite body part per-say - anything he can use to pleasure you really.
C = Cum
(anything to do with cum basically)
He loves to come inside of you, of course. His cock pumping deep until he explodes and the white extract drips slowly down your thigh mixing with your own wetness. Although what he enjoys most of all is erupting in your mouth. Sometimes when he feels his own climax nearing he’ll pull out of your dripping pussy, climb up to straddle your face and plunge his wet hard-on into your mouth. It doesn't take long for the first shot of his cum to blast against the back of your throat - the gooey soo coating your tongue, filling your mouth completely and eventually being forced out between your lips.
D = Dirty Secret
(pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Berlin secretly enjoys watching other people hit on you. There is something about the way you react, casually flirting back just to see if he'd get jealous, that gets his motor running. Of course he uses that drive to punish you for such flirtations the second he gets you alone.
E = Experience
(how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
To say he's experienced would be an understatement, however, his sexual maturity is not what makes him so skilled at pleasuring you. Berlin took his time exploring your likes and dislikes in bed very early into your relationship. He can read your body like a map, knows where you’re most delicate and exactly what buttons to press to get you going.
F = Favourite Position
(this goes without saying)
As much as he revels in power play and taking charge in bed, there is something about the cowgirl position that Berlin cannot say no to. He loves the feeling of you kneeling on top and pushing off his chest as you slide up and down. His hands exploring your body freely, groping your ass, fingers pulling on your nipples. Not to mention how incredibly hot you look.
G = Goofy
(are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Definitely more on the serious side. He’ll tease you to assert power and make the infrequent dirty joke however overall Berlin is more somber when you’re in bed and focused on making you feel good rather than making you laugh.
H = Hair
(how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He doesn’t really care about what he looks like down there. Occasionally he will clean himself up but it’s very rare. Not that you complain; in your opinion it makes him look more manly.
I = Intimacy
(how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Berlin is not the romantic type. He enjoys being close to you and will shower you with affection but after sex rather than during.
J = Jack Off
(masturbation headcanon)
He is not ashamed to admit he jacks off frequently; it is human nature after all. What he prefers though is to masturbate with you - usually as a form of foreplay. He’ll order you to pleasure yourself and watch you intensively and pumping his hard cock while you rub your clit.
K = Kink
(one or more of their kinks)
The dark haired thief very much has a BDSM kink. He doesn't get to act on it often but when he does, well it is safe to say you have trouble walking the next day.
L = Location
(favourite places to do the do)
Anywhere and everywhere - you don't even have to be alone as long as you can be discreet. The mere thought of your naked body rubbing against his is enough to get him going, and once he’s turned on he simply must have you. It doesn't matter where you are; or who's around.
M = Motivation
(what turns them on, gets them going)
A better question would be what doesn't get him going. Berlin gets turned on just by looking at you. There have been times even where he’d be looking at an object such as a table and his mind would wonder - how he’d love to bend you over that and have his way.
N = NO
(something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Even though he doesn't mind other people flirting with you, a big no no is sharing you with anyone. You are his and his alone therefore threesomes or group sex is definitely off the table.
O = Oral
(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc,)
Receiving - and damn are you good at that. He loves looking down at you as your sweet lips are wrapped around his erect member. The sensation he gets as your tongue slides over his cock while you suck on the head.
P = Pace
(are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He likes to pound you asserting dominance and power. Fingertips digging into your waist, his mouth kissing yours, he enjoys fucking you fast barely giving you a chance to breathe. Although when he wants to he can go slow, mainly to tease you are quite simply admire your beauty.
Q = Quickie
(their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
It would be safe to say that he prefers quickies to conventional sex. He revels in the fact he can have you whenever he wants to; fuck you shamelessly leaving you breathless, legs quaking. Of course if the two of you have more time to spare he’ll pleasure you slowly, properly. Taking you bit by bit.
R = Risk
(are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
As long as what he wants to try is okay with you, anything is fair game. He would never do anything to hurt you purposefully or make you uncomfortable therefore even though he is the dominant in your relationship, you need to approve whatever it is he’d like to do to you.
S = Stamina
(how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Usually one or two, maybe even three - depending how long and taxing each round is.
T = Toy
(do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He is a proud owner of a few toys from various vibrators, handcuffs, spanking paddles, and even nipple clamps. He doesn't use them often, but when he does he makes you feel things you have never felt before. His favourite little toy to use on you is a remote controlled vibrator - pretty self explanatory.
U = Unfair
(how much they like to tease)
Berlin is quite the tease although no bigger than you. In your relationship, you are the one that acts like a brat, petering and tormenting him. You know exactly which buttons to push to turn him on to the point of no return.
V = Volume
(how loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’ll mainly talk dirty to you, whisper all of the things he’s going to do to you, call you ‘his slut’ because he knows how hot and bothered that gets you.
W = Wild Card
(random headcanon for the character)
Despite his brooding and dominant exterior, Andrés is tender and compassionate. He always puts you first. Your comfort and safety are of utmost importance to him. He’ll hold your hand, embrace you when you least expect it, and listen to everything you have to say. He’s a great listener.
X = X-Ray
(let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Perhaps the biggest you’ve been with. He’s quite thick, and stretches you out well hitting all of the right spots.
Y = Yearning
(how high is their sex drive?)
Remarkably high. It surprised you at first because you wouldn't have expected it from the older brooding thief but you’ve come to appreciate and definitely enjoy it.
Z = ZZZ
(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He’ll wait for you to fall asleep first; like a true gentleman. Once your eyes are closed and he can hear your soft elegant snores, he’ll snuggle even closer to you taking in your scent and drift to sleep with you safely in his arms.
Warnings: age gap (10+ years), mentions of sex (nothing explicit)
Word Count: 543
Request: anonymous: “I know it’s not the most popular topic here but could you please write something using the 46 // “This wasn’t supposed to happen again” prompt from the last list with Berlin x fem reader? Thank you! uwu.”
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There is something about the forbidden that is universally proven to be exciting. When you can't have something, that’s usually when you want it more. Take the ‘don’t touch’ signs at museums and galleries as an example. Half the time they do the opposite of what’s intended and scream out ‘touch, touch, touch!’.
As messed up as it may seem, we all want what we can't have. Relationships are no different. Which is a predicament that you currently found yourself in.
The man your heart desired was off limits. He was significantly older than you which poised the first “problem”. He was your polar opposite meaning fights frequented your conversations - that could never last in the long run. The two of you were also currently working together and therefore prohibited by external rules to start anything remotely romantic, or even sexual.
Of course none of that stopped you the first time you landed in bed. Nor did it stop you the second time. Or the third. The older thief had you hooked. He was intoxicating, like a bad habit you couldn't kick. He on the other hand thought you were mesmerising. Always left him wanting more.
Soon enough there wasn't a night you didn't spend together, hungrily ripping each others clothes off.
Unfortunately, like every fiery romance, yours too had to come to an end. Much to both of your dismay, he made you promise it was over. That neither of you would pursue the other. That the memories of your lustful time together would remain just that; memories.
And so here you were. Staring across the main hall at the man that broke your heart as fast as he ignited it. Your heart began to pound hard in your chest as visuals of him kissing your naked flesh flooded your mind.
Unintentionally, you bit your bottom lip.
A small act that the jet haired man noticed immediately. His hands turned into fists at his side. There was no denying how much he wanted you. How much he missed you; missed the feeling of your skin tingling under his not so delicate touch. His eyes darkened at the thought and his gaze locked with yours. You knew instantly he felt it too and you wondered whether he’d break the promise the two of you had made, because you desperately wanted to.
Quietly, and without breaking eye contact with Berlin, you excused yourself. He followed.
Pulling you into a dark supply closet, he wrapped one arm around your waist while the other held your face. His lips found yours instantly and the second they brushed against yours, a wave of electricity shot through you.
Both your heads rotating from side to side to vary pressure, as you pressed your body into him more and more with every passing second. Eagerly, you opened your mouth allowing his tongue access. It intertwined with yours instantly; dancing. Your fingers tangled in his hair and began tugging at it lightly as his hand traveled from your cheek to your neck.
Berlin pulled away slowly. “This wasn’t supposed to happen again” He whispered against your burning lips. “That’s what makes this so much more fun.” You teased. He smirked, before once again lowering his mouth to catch yours.
Warnings: mild cursing, haunted house (glimmering lights, weird noises etc.), a lil smutty but nothing too explicit
Word Count: 1.2k
Request By: anonymous: “Do you mind writing something Halloween-themed with him and fem!OC, maybe they’re trying to rob a house that looks like it’s haunted, and the OC starts imagining things and Andres teases her on that matter? Maybe using some prompts from the list you’ve reblogged recently: 16. ”If you say let’s split up, I swear to God.” // 17. “Did you hear that?” Something like, Halloween+weird stuff+unresolved sex tension? Or actually, anything with Berlin/fem!OC will work, so it’s totally up to you”
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A desolate house stood before you, mouldy and overgrown with ivy. Paint crumbling, shutters hanging loose, a number of windows boarded up - everything about this place screamed haunted.
You turned to Andrés who was a couple of steps behind, making sure no-one saw the two of you. “Are you sure this is the place?” You whispered. “Positive.” He replied swiftly and walked up to the front door, passing you. “It just doesn't look like anything valuable would still be here.”
The older thief smirked and titled his head to meet your wandering gaze. “Is the princess scared?” He asked. You rolled your eyes but didn't respond because the truth was you were scared, terrified even.
Taking a deep breath you joined Andrés by the front door. Explicit graffiti greeted you on the front porch. The older thief twisted the handle of the door, it creaked. The sound send shivers down your spine as the two of you took a step inside. The door slammed. You jumped startled by the sound making Andrés laugh.
The entrance hall was airy and eerie. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling above; the missing crystal pieces broken and scattered on the ground crunching under your feet with every step you took. An uneasy breeze blew down the corridor and grasped you with a chilly touch. You glanced in that direction, drawn to the source of the gust. That’s when you saw something. A blue glimmer.
You glanced at Andrés wondering if perhaps he saw it too but he was gone.
Panic set in.
“Andrés?” You hissed. No response. “Andrés where the fuck are you?” The floorboards shrieked under you marking your every move. “Andrés I swear-” Suddenly something tugged at you. A high pitched scream escaped your lips as you turned away from your attacker.
“Relax princess, it’s just me.”
Andrés’ arms wrapped around you, almost in a comforting way. He placed one hand at the back of your head pulling you in closer. You rested against his chest waiting for your breathing to calm.
After a brief moment he began to pull away. Both of his hands now cupping your face which he examined with a wary look on his face. “Better?” You nodded; not really sure what to say since he was never one to provide solace or consolation.
“Good.” He dropped his arms. “Now let’s-” “If you say let’s split up, I swear to God.” You interrupted, glaring at him. He chuckled obviously not intimated by your death stare. “I was going to say let’s try upstairs first.”
Room by room you made your way together through the empty house. The only light illuminating your way came from the flashlight you carried. The floors got dustier the further you went. Torn wallpaper everywhere you looked, cobwebs, broken vintage furniture sloppily covered with what you presumed where once white sheets - as if someone was planning to return here but never got the chance.
The two of you rummaged through cupboards, wardrobes, wall fixtures, and grabbed anything you deemed valuable. There were oil paintings all around - too heavy to carry around. Andrés examined each one and mentally marked their location; “I’ll come back for them when we’re done with the rest of the house.”.
Something slammed. “Did you hear that?” You turned your head briskly to locate the source of the noise. “You’re imagining things.” Andrés brushed off your concern and walked inside the next room. You glanced down the hall for another moment before following him. That’s when you saw it again; the glow. Or did you? You shook the feeling away, perhaps Andrés is right and your mind is playing tricks on you.
You focused instead on the room you were now in. A beautiful antique wooden bed stood in the middle of the space. It was the first piece of furniture that seemed to have passed the test of time. You approached it slowly, your fingers trailed gently across the dusty comforter.
Andrés looked at you from the other side of the room. He watched as you placed the flashlight on the bedside table and placed both hands on the mattress, pushing it down softly. The bright light enveloped around you, outlining your perfect figure. He swallowed hard.
“Looks comfortable, doesn't it?” You didn't respond. It was as if you were in some kind of trance. You gripped the headboard with one hand, the hardwood smooth under your touch. His mind raced and he found himself imagining you on top of him, grabbing onto that wooden headboard for support, moans of pleasure escaping your sweet lips.
You glanced up to meet Andrés’ gaze. He was now stood at the edge of the bed, only a few steps away from you. “We can’t really steal the bed you know.” He teased. “I know.” You replied with a smile. “There’s just something serene about it. Something luxurious.” Your eyes glistened.
Andrés sauntered around the piece of furniture closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in. Chest to chest the two of you stood there in the empty eerie room looking at each other.
The weird tension circulating around the both of you made your cheeks flush red. For the first time tonight you were glad this place was so dark because it meant Andrés couldn't see the colour change on your face. Although you were certain he could feel the increase in your heartbeat as it thumped in your chest.
It was suddenly hot. Very hot.
His hands made their way up your sides sending a wave of electricity through you. He stopped when he reached your ribcage, his index fingers now resting just below your breasts and you cursed yourself for not wearing a bra because if he went any higher he’d definitely feel how hard your nipples were.
The flashlight you left on the bedside table flickered. Your heart now in your chest. Your body aching. Suddenly the light cutoff completely. The room fell dark.
You couldn't see anything, you couldn't see him, but you could feel him. You could feel him leaning in; his hot breath hitting your lips. You could feel his hands travelling further up your body and squeezing your perfectly shaped breasts. You could feel his erect member twitching through his trousers against your inner thigh.
He was about to kiss you, give in completely to the exotic and unfamiliar force attracting him to you, but the flashlight switched back on illuminating the darkness and breaking the spell. He pulled away slowly. Both of you breathless.
It took you a moment to compose yourself. You felt ashamed. Guilty even that you had come so close to breaking the one rule you set for yourself - don’t get involved. It seemed he felt the same because avoiding your gaze he reached around you and picked up the flickering flashlight.
“We should go.” He stated quietly. “You were right princess, there is something creepy about this place.” He turned on his heel and walked towards the door. Sheepishly, you followed. Your heart ached as his last words ringed in your ears.
Back in the entrance hall you took one last glance around the eerie space, down the corridor where you first seen the weird glow. But there was nothing there now. The house was still. As if the demons occupying it were leaving with you.
Warnings: pure smut, cursing, rough dominant berlin, oral sex (giving and receiving), unprotected sex
Word Count: 863
Requested By: anonymous : “Can you please write a berlin x female reader smut. Where he makes love to her and dirty talks and they almost get caught but love the thrill.”
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“I need you.” Berlin whispered coming up behind you. The sound of his voice sent tingles down your spine. “Now.” He added, his hand slid down your back until it reached your bum. You nodded while slowly scanning the room, hoping no-one would notice the interaction.
Berlin left the room first. After about five minutes, so as not to arise suspicion from your fellow crew members, you followed.
The door to your room was slightly ajar. With a quick shove your face and breasts were pressed against the cold wall just inside the bedroom. You let out a soft gasp at the sudden contact.
“Did you miss me?” Berlin asked, a hint of mischief in his voice. “Y-yes.” You breathed. The older man closed the door behind you locking it in the process, his body still pressed up against yours.
One hand grabbed your waist while the other slowly ran down your skirt, making its way under the garment. He fondled your buttocks, nails digging into your flesh causing soft moans to escape your lips.
“I definitely missed you baby.” Berlin snarled in your ear. “I’ll show you just how much.” With that he pulled your skirt down your bare legs causing shivers to run down your body. You sensed a large bulge throbbing against your ass.
Berlin loosened his grip and with one hand turned you around in your spot so that your faces were now inches away from each other. His cool breath hit your lips and it was like he read your mind because suddenly his mouth was on yours.
The kiss was rough. You couldn't help but moan against his lips allowing his tongue entrance. He explored your mouth while his hands travelled up to your breasts, his thumbs brushed against your hard nipples through your top.
His mouth moved from yours and down your neck while his hands explored your body. He grabbed your breasts, groped your ass, and ran his fingers down your thighs brushing up against your panties.
In one swift motion he slid your top up revealing your breasts completely. You helped him remove the garment and let it fall to the ground. His mouth began suckling your tits. He was licking your nipples, biting them, playing with them.
Berlin grabbed one of your hands and guided it towards his pants. Your fingers worked on the belt buckle, undoing it and quickly pulling his pants down as he kissed from your nipples back to your mouth.
“Get down on your knees for me.” He whispered against your lips. “Show me what a good girl you are.” You bit your bottom lip and fell to your knees. His fully erect member just inches away from your face.
You began to roll your tongue all over it, nibbling it a little and toying with the tip. “Yesss baby.” He moaned as you took his full length into your mouth. Berlin didn’t wait for you to continue and began to fuck your mouth hard, as if he were trying to ram the whole thing down your throat. You began to suck it, rolling your tongue up and down his shaft until he was about to cum.
Gracefully, you got back up on your feet. The older thief grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you back around, roughly spreading your legs apart. It was his turn to kneel down; sliding off your panties with his teeth in the process.
Immediately Berlin began to eat your already dripping pussy. He alternated from licking your clit to pushing his tongue inside. It didn't take you long for you to explode in orgasm.
Your body quavering as he stood back up. “You taste so good.” He mumbled and without saying another word shoved him member roughly inside you.
He began to hammer your pussy whispering dirty things in your ear, calling you his and describing all of the things he would love to do to you.
“Take it.” He breathed, pounding his cock harder and harder. The slight pain from the roughness of his movements was only increasing your pleasure. “Fuck yes baby, you feel so good.”
His hands moved to your tits and he began twisting your nipples, squeezing your breasts. A wave of erotic pleasure washed over you and a loud moan escaped your lips.
It was then that you heard a knock on the door. “Y/N?”, the voice you recognised to be Tokyo’s called from outside. Berlin’s hand travelled to your mouth covering it completely. The thrill of knowing someone was right outside as he pounded you only excited him more. His pace decreased to slow movements as the person tried to get inside, the door handle shook in its place. “Y/N?” Tokyo called again.
Leaning forward, Berlin whispered in your ear, “I'm not going to stop fucking you even with her outside. If she manages to get in I want her to see us, I don’t give a shit. Maybe she'll join.” He smirked, his pace once again increasing. “I'm going to fuck your pussy, your mouth, maybe even your ass until you can't move anymore, and you are going to love ever fucking minute of it.”
