shh
Bertholdt looked over to everyone. Seemed everyone was eating, and he began reading his book. He felt a hand on his leg, and it was gliding up easily. He blushed deeply and looked and saw Ymir doing it. He blushed and bit his lip.
"Cute." She muttered as she slipped her hand up his shirt. "Whoa. didn’t expect such toned muscles. You look like a bean pole." She muttered as she ran her nails down his stomach.
Bertholdt groaned slightly and bit his lip. “Nnnng~” he panted out and whimpered softly.
"Got nothing to say, big boy?" She asked, a sly smile on her thin lips.












