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sleeping in the same bed for the first time: Bertolt Hoover
bert! (get it^^^)
okay folks so we all know that bertolt's got some weird sleeping habits but that's not even half of it
he's really particular about his habits and he doesn't feel too good about having someone disrupt his rituals so give him a second to adjust
even when he is comfortable enough with you to let you in his space during bedtime it's gonna take him some time to be able to include you in those rituals
so the first time you stay the night he tries his best to explain his habits in a way that won't make you feel like he just doesn't want to sleep with you
please be nice he's trying his best
he needs to do all of his pre-bedtime things by himself in the bathroom so you'll have to do all of your stuff somewhere else because he won't wait for you to be done with yours the light needs to go immediately off once he's in that bed
NO PHONES
he firmly believes that having a phone in the bed is bad for you
he does a little counting exercise so he can go to sleep properly
the first couple of nights he won't even acknowledge you in his bed
(at least that's what it seems like on the outside but on the inside he's just trying to figure out what to do with the person he loves in his bed)
he has to take some time to get comfortable touching someone before and while he sleeps but you'll have to be gentle and patient in easing him into cuddling if that's what you want.
(he truly does love to touch you and he's a huge cuddler but just not during his very important bedtime)
eventually, he figures out how to get ready for bed in the bathroom at the same time as you and do his sleep counting while holding you
in conclusion he might jostle you around in the night but it's actually not that bad it's almost like his body knows that it has to be gentle because your there.
he's sensitive but he loves you so just be gentle and patient with him
trigger warnings: swearing, smut, dub-con, non-con, bullying, breeding kink, mentions of abortion, double penetration, misogynistic characters. DARK CONTENT. READ WITH CAUTION.
Word count: 3,502
summary/aot!modern au: after darius zackley imposed an anti-abortion law on paradis, zeke yeager orders reiner braun and bertolt hoover to make a stand.
heavily inspired by the fanfics by @libiraki who is my favourite blog for dark bnha content! this is based of a modern au I have for aot and was written on my phone so sorry about spelling errors!
estate stohess, a modern little block of houses located in the town sina, a town which was famous for being full of rich snobs and smug assholes. assholes who believed whole heartedly that their lives were so much better then everyone else’s, that they had the last say in the way the town and county they lived in ran.
the city in question, paradise, was a sick place, riddled with men and women alike who suffered from lack of shame and empathy, deciding on rules that could make even a grown man fall to his knees in tears. ironically, there was nothing akin to a paradise about it.
one of these rules, one that made reiner braun’s and bertolt hoover’s fearless gang leader wallow in self pity, was an anti-abortion law. women were forced to keep their children, no choice given to them.
usually watching your leader cry would show weakness, but all it showed the members of marley (what people in paradise had began to call the group of young reckless youths who had been fighting the sway of politics in their town) was that zeke yeager was a man who cared about the people, and wanted to put an end to all their internal agony. even if it meant playing dirty.
“is this the right place?”
“yeh.”
“are you sure about this?”
“yeh.”
“reiner.”
“what?” sat in a small, dark blue mini cooper, the black and blond haired duo in the front of the car appeared rather comical. for instance, reiner was practically spilling out of the little leather drivers seat, his broad shoulders uncomfortably rubbing against the car door and bertolts body, his left thigh being punctured by the cup holder in the middle of the two. bertolt had other problems, he was so tall the top of his head was painfully smooshing into the roof of the car, his neck having to crane to the side whilst the knees of his legs were extremely close to poking into his chest because of the lack of leg space.
reiners hazel eyes met bertolts pale green own, and within them he could see his hesitance. the uncertainly about doing what they had been tasked to do. fidgeting nervously with his hands once again, bertolt asked for a second time now he well and truly had his friends attention. “are you sure about this?”
the honest answer, the truthful answer was no. reiner wasn’t sure about this. he wasn’t sure if he was willing to carry the sins of their task on his shoulders, yet what he did know was that he was sure about proving a point. he was sure about their cause.
“. . . yeh.”
knock, knock, knock.
the front door was cute. a soft green lavender, highly secure. there was no handle on the outside, just a key hole, and the door bell had a little camera imbedded into it. not that there was any problem with that. that was the whole point. zeke yeager had stressed the importance of darius zackley opening the app on his phone after his three hour meeting to see two armed assailants wearing masks stood on his door step, his unassuming daughter sat around naively inside, only to realize he was to late.
this was the problem with paradise, the problem with people who idly walked around the streets of stohess. they were so unassuming. so stupid. to think they were untouchable.
“just a second!” you called from inside, the muffled noises you produced seeming like a dream to reiner and bertolt. did darius keep you so well protected you didn’t know the significance of checking who was at the door at twelve o’clock at night before opening it? “coming!”
the sweat radiating off bertolt from under his set of heavy duty clothes made reiner himself start to feel nervous, shaky even. the hand wrapped around his knife feeling a little looser then what it did before.
both men knew you prior to this moment all to well, hence why they were specially picked by zeke to go through with this task. they had went to school with you, remembered how you would dress in tight tops and short skirts, remember how you’d sneer at them from down your nose, make fun of them and taunt them from high up on your pedestal. reiner remembered one time in particular when you had laughed at bertolt, who came walking out of the boys toilets drenched in water as he trailed out after eren yeager, who had clearly given him a swirly along with his other friend floch forster. you had managed to snap a few pictures, and it went straight to social media that very second.
you had everything you could ever want whilst they had nothing. you knew this, and used it against them. a loving father, powerful family status, an expensive bank account, and a loving boyfriend, now fiancé. marco bodt. he was a star quarter back, adored and raved about by everyone.
of course the bitch of the school gets engaged to the top jock, the stud. you were a golden daughter and soon to be a trophy wife, who held her reputation close to her heart. your Instagram was full of fake pictures, photoshopped skin and rich, extravagant clothing. let’s see how well you could keep up your image when they were finished with you.
when the door opened, you were to busy using your hands to brush down your little silk night gown to even look at the men at the front door. you opened your lips, ones reiner thought were rather pretty, ones he couldn’t wait to have wrapped around his cock, but when you took reiner and bertolt in, dressed head to toe in black, both armed, one with a knife and the other a gun. this time, your mouth opened wider in an attempt to scream but reiner had other plans.
he was quick to lunge into the house, pushing you backwards and onto the floor of your home, a place you once believed to be safe. bertolt followed after, slamming the door shut behind them as reiner scrambled over you, kneeling over your smaller body with a knife to your throat and his legs on either side of your form. the fear that rushed through your body was like no other before. you couldn’t help but wonder if this was it. we’re your final moments in this world going to end like this? found in nothing but a tiny little black silk night gown on the wooden floor. again you tried to wail, but the assailants hand pressed harder against your mouth.
“shut up. shut the fuck up. if you make any noise we’ll do a lot worse to you then what we’re planning.” when reiner had first been asked to go through with this mission, he wasn’t sure if he could cope of staring into the eyes of a defenceless woman and willingly go through with zekes plan, but now? now he could fully see your tears dripping so elegantly down your cheeks, hear your frazzled screams through the palm of his gloved hand? he was enjoying it. every second of it. and the moment he saw your eyes widen he could tell you knew it to.
it wasn’t hard not to when his hard cock was pressing into your lower stomach, throbbing and pulsating wildly. you seemed to understand the picture pretty quickly, shaking your head, as if begging him to just leave. well, that was exactly what you were doing. “that’s right.” breathed out reiner, his hot breath fanning onto your face, making you grimace and gag. “seems like you get the picture. even dressed up all nice for us.” his hand played with them hem of your dress, letting his finger tips run along your outer thigh as his crotch began to gently rut back and fourth.
he couldn’t help hut chuckle as you tried screaming even louder. he was quick to silence you by pressing the blade further to your throat. “be good girl. keep your lips tight. both lips.”
he didn’t really think twice about moving his hand from your mouth, watching you blubber and stutter out words he didn’t really care to listen to, but bertolt did.
“please. take money, take everything, god just please don’t hurt me. we can work something out, I've never done anything to either of you, please don’t hurt me-“ the more you begged and pleaded, the more frustrated bertolt got.
“never done anything to either of us?”
“watch it.”
“no.” any reluctance bertolt felt in the car was now drained from him. this woman, you, laying helplessly on the floor was the exact position he felt like he was stuck in every single day he went to school for five whole years because of you. if you thought you could get away with all you did, then you were surely mistaken.
in an instance, bertolt ripped off his mask, causing reiner to grit his teeth and curse under his breath as he watched your eyes widen in shock.
“bertolt . . ?” you whispered, and that’s when the realization hit you, eyes now moving to shakily stare up at the man pinning you down. “reiner . .? w-what are you going to do to me?”
“we have a few ideas.”
“no, no, no, please-“ you would never have imagined you would have your cheek pressed into the side of a toilet bowl at school, yet alone in the comfort of your own home. behind you, bertolt stood with his boner pressed into your ass, forcing your head to stay in place as his long fingers tangled up in your hair. as always, he was nervous, his form shaking as if this wasn’t his own suggestion. “bertolt. let’s talk about this. I'm older now, I’ve changed. I'm a grown woman. i can give you money, if that’s what you want? please anything—!”
you couldn’t see the way they glanced at each other, now without their masks on as they stood looming over your vulnerable form. simultaneously, both men nodded.
“might want to take a deep breath.”
“no wait—!”
the pure joy bertolt got from dunking your head in toilet water, watching you thrash and struggle under his body as you slowly lost breath. it was tantalizing. “fuck.” he groaned, breathing growing heavy. he didn’t realize how much it turned him on. “fuck. that’s right. you’re gonna take everything we give you.” unlike reiner his voice was timid, yet his actions were anything but.
the power he had over you was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and if it wasn’t for the idea of slipping himself inside your tight little cunt bertolt thought he might have cum right then and there.
reiner felt just as good as bertolt did, watching his friend take revenge for the two of them. this is what you deserved after all. to be shown you were nothing, just shit on the end of their shoe. “don’t stop there bertolt. you know what to do.” as reiner spoke, he let his hand move down to fondle with his crotch, grunting as his eyes stayed glued to your helpless form.
“right.” his friend nodded, and using his other hand slid open his zipper, pulling out his long hard cock that had been waiting for this very moment since he’d been at school. his tip was already dripping, leaking precum that couldn’t wait to drip inside of you. reiner bit down on his lip, growing impatient himself, but he knew he would get his turn. for just a second, bertolt tugged your head back up from the toilet, pressing your cheek once again against the bowl.
we’re you crying? they couldn’t tell? “please—“ you heaved. “please don’t—“
“thank you for wearing a night gown.” reiner hummed from his position, leaning against the wall opposite you, getting a good look at your pathetic, drenched face. “gives my friend here easy access.”
“no! I'm not on birth control!”
“we know. we checked your medical records.” hummed reiner, smirking as you relentlessly tried to wiggle free but only succeeded in grinding into bertolt who let out a shaky breath and weak, needy whimper. “we were counting on it. how do you think your fiancé will feel about you being big and round with someone else’s baby?”
“fuck you!” was your reply, but you knew all to well with bertolts tip poking and prodding at your bare pussy they meant every single word.
when bertolt pushed into you, you let out a cry of horror. “you ugly, lanky, bastard!” he didn’t like that, not at all, so he simply decided to dunk you back into the toilet as he thrusted in and out of your pussy.
“sounds like she’s enjoying this . . .” striding over to stand beside his friend, reiner couldn’t help but smirk at the sound of your pussy sloshing as bertolt thrusted in and out. slowly, he dipped his finger down to your thigh, laughing as you dripped onto his finger. “such a whore. you like this? like being humiliated?”
“r-reiner—“ panted bertolt, groaning as he felt himself at his end. it had only been a minuet and he was ready to bust. he’d only ever slept with one woman before, his self control wasn’t very good. “I'm going to—“ there it was, bertolt closed his eyes, revelling in the sound of your screams under the water as he thrusted his seed deep within your womb, pulling you up by your hair once more.
for a second you hoped this hell would be over, but the moment you heard a snap, and a flash blinded your vision, your wailed out in hirror. “stop!” reiner snapped a photo of you over the toilet bowl, laughing as you tried to break free from bertolts hold who simply slithered his hands up the front of your night gown, revealing your breasts and battered pussy to reiners camera roll.
“you want us to stop?”
“yes please I'm begging you—“
“then tell the camera you’re a dirty whore.” was he recording now? did they just want to humiliate you? make you feel small? as reiner spoke, bertolt pinched and twirled your nipples, making you squeal and gasp.
“I'm sorry for everything I did. you’re both better then me. I'm a horrible person—“
“that’s not what I said.” tutted reiner, as bertolt squeezed your left breast making you squeal. “tell the camera you’re a dirty whore.”
“I-I'm a dirty whore.”
“tell everyone you like big cock. tell ‘em you like being a little cum dump.”
“i like big cock!” you cried out, back arching sub-consciously into bertolts chest as his fingers began to run circles into your hard, sensitive nipples. “i like being a cum dump!”
“that’s what I thought.” with a nod of his head, reiner ordered bertolt to drag you into the living room where they threw you on the couch, drenched in liquid and full with cum. it was there you tried crawling away, remembering you’d left your phone somewhere around here, but before you could reiner gripped both your ankles, pulling you up so your ass was perfectly lined up with his throbbing member.
you heard him grown out in bliss, his chunky fingers running between your semen covered folds. “you’re soaking, princess. wanna see?” to really show you how little they thought of you, reiner shoved his fingers covered in your fluids and bertolts into your mouth. “suck. suck them good. imagine its my cock. you’re our dirty little whore. this is all you’re good for.” your cries made the whole thing so much better, this way, when he slid his cock into you, he could feel you roll your tongue around his finger tips. so submissive. “good girl.” was that all you were now? just a good little girl? their good little girl?
reiner was much steadier then bertolt. his hands were firmly placed on your hips, yet he wasted no time in shoving himself into your tiny little hole, rocking your back and fourth and giving you no time to adjust. as you produced more tears, in both pain and shame, he only smacked your ass, telling you to be quiet, that bertolt had lubed you up enough as it was.
“still want to run that mouth of yours? shouldn’t you be saving that for when your dad and fiancé see you dripping with cum? how you going explain that to them hm? going tell them us two treated you real nice?”
“stop it!” once again, the palm of reiners hand slammed down onto your ass, a big red imprint in its place. in pure and utter pain you screamed out, but at the same moment reiner hit your g-spot, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, a loud moan rumbling from you. for a moment, it allowed you to forget about the torture of the situation and focus on something good, so you did just that. the sooner it was over, the better.
“what are you gonna tell them!”
“t-that y-you two treated me real nice!” his cock was huge and thick, filling you up all the way, practically poking into your lower belly. for a moment the pleasure over took you, and you found yourself rocking back into reiners hips whining, screaming about how good he was every time his hand slapped your ass cheek.
“I knew you were a whore. look at you. riding me like the dumb bitch you are. this is all you're good for, your pussy. you want to cum?”
“yes!”
“yes what?”
“yes please!”
a shadow suddenly came over you, and when you opened your half lidded eyes you saw bertolt once again, his cock right in front of your face. with shallow, hasty breaths, he ran the tip of his cock around your cheek and lips, leaving a sticky trail in its wake, before he ordered you to open. when you didn’t, he frowned.
“if you’re not going to listen, you’re not going to cum.” suddenly, reiners thrusts stopped, and you whimpered.
“n-no wait. I-I’ll behave.”
“then open.” it didn’t take any more convincing, and soon the men had fell into a perfect rhythm. every time reiner thrusted into you, bertolts cock slid further and deeper down your throat and it had the two grinning and cackling. you could hardly take bertolts cock down your throat, drooling all over it.
“remember when you said you’d never let losers like us touch you?” panted bertolt, looking down into your half lidded eyes as he pulled on your hair. “now look at you. sucking and clenching around our cocks.” when you moaned out in reply, bertolt was yet again drove to the edge. he didn’t care if he was pathetic. all he wanted was to teach you a lesson. tugging you away by your locks, bertolt released and allowed himself to shoot his cum all over your face, almost crying in happiness as he looked at the most perfect thing he had ever seen. “you look so dirty. so disgusting.” he cooed.
the words made you whine, whimpering and stuttering out nonsense about how good you felt. you couldn’t concentrate on your own words, to focused on reiner who was pulling you back by your hips, getting into your womb nice and deep, but that wasn’t enough for him. grabbing your by the breasts he yanked you up so your back was to his chest, one hand moving and wrapping around your neck to squeeze.
“oh fuck yes!” you squealed like a pig, feeling a familiar feeling rise in your belly all of a sudden.
“there is it.” smirked reiner, the feeling of you tightening around him making him want to cum but he wanted to last. he wanted to beat you. “beg me for it.”
“p-please—“
“say my name.”
“please reiner! oh fuck please reiner fuck me! please—“ with one last thrust, reiner heaved himself into you and as you cried out in pleasure, mouth forming an o as your thighs shook from orgasm, reiner released his load into you, his hand that was around your throat now slowly rubbing smooth circles on your belly, patting the skin and whispering words of encouragement in your ear.
“well done, sweet heart. guess we’ll have to wait and see whose baby you have. mine or reiners. with that new law your father put in place, you won’t be getting rid of our little bundle of joy anytime soon.” the next thing you knew, you where back where you began, on the floor. only this time you had reiner boot pressed into your belly as bertolt stood over you, snapping a few pictures on your phone he had picked up.
“no wait!” but it was to late. you heard the sound of the image uploading to your feed, right before the sound of the front door slamming shut.
Warning: NSFW Minors DNI, super cheesy and my second smut ever, not beta read, couch sex, rough sex, some light choking, oral, Reiner makes an appearance, all characters are aged up
Bertholdt Hoover x Fem! reader
You threw yourself down on the couch with a huff, balancing the large bowl of popcorn on your lap. Lazily lolling your head to the side to meet Bertholdt’s hard stare. Lifting the bowl, you offer him some and he shakes his head, eyes darting back to the idle screen on the tv.
“I bought this for you! And now you don’t want it?” You grumbled while pouting at him. He didn’t respond, only cleared his throat and shook his head again. Shrugging to yourself, you tossed a piece in the air to attempt to catch it in your mouth.
“Guys, I have to leave in a minute. They asked me to come into work early again tonight.” Reiner trudges into the room while glaring at this phone. He plops himself between Bertholdt and you, scooping a handful of popcorn and shoveling it into his mouth. More than half fell down onto his lap and you snickered at how sloppy he was.
“And this was supposed to be a really good horror film, too.” He groaned, throwing his hand up towards the tv. He slowly begins putting on his boots, frowning.
“Reiner, we can wait for you if you want.” You patted his shoulder lightly.
“No, Bertholdt has been begging for us to watch this for weeks, remember? Just watch it without me. You can host the next movie night.”
Both of your gazes landed onto Bertholdt who had his eyes fixed already on you. He seemed distracted and nearly flinched at the sudden eye contact.
“What’s going on with you today, Bert?” Your brows furrowed in concern as he instantly avoided the attention.
“Nothing, it’s fine. Let’s just watch the movie.” He pointedly turns towards the tv.
“Okay. I’m sorry, let me just grab a drink really quickly. Do either of you want anything?” You stood from your seat and placed the popcorn on the table in front of the couch. You adjusted your outfit slightly as you glanced back to both of the boys who were blatantly staring.
“What? Is there something wrong?”
Reiner snorts and shakes his head. “No, those socks are hilarious though.” You grabbed popcorn and threw a couple at him.
“Come on! I just cleaned the place, don’t make a mess just because you wear weird socks!” He cried out, quickly gathering the food off the floor.
Pouting, you tugged one of them up higher. “I just bought them, I thought they were cute. Thigh highs go with a lot of outfits for fall.”
“They aren’t hilarious, they’re ridiculous.” Both heads snap to Bertholdt who was glowering at the garment. “And with shorts? What’s the point? Go put on pants or something.” He finally lifts his gaze, his eyes set in a hard glare. He never is rude like this and you felt a small tug in your chest from how harsh he spoke.
“Cry about it, Hoover. I think they look great.” Sneering, you tugged the opposite side up higher before straightening up and flicking your hair over your shoulder to head towards the kitchen.
Digging through the refrigerator, you could hear Reiner’s deep voice muffled from the other room. He suddenly burst into laughter then a small scuffle followed by an ‘ow’ floated back to the kitchen. Sighing, you shuffled back into the living room and raised a brow at the sight.
Bertholdt was leaning forward in his seat, shooting his roommate the most murderous look you have ever seen. His face was as red as a tomato from what you could only assume from anger. Reiner was rubbing the side of his cheek, clearly holding back laughter.
“You should apologize now.” Reiner raises a brow as he begins heading towards the front door. “Anyway, catch you later guys.” He sends a wink before heading out. You shook your head and giggled, your smile instantly dropping when you turned back to see Bertholdt hastily trying to hide the fact that he was glaring at your legs again.
You stomped closer to the couch, leaning over him as you held my glass in one hand and placed the other on your hip.
“Okay, Hoover. If these fucking bother you so much, then I’ll take them off. You’re being dumb.” With a huff, you began to slowly pull off the garment with one hand, careful not to spill the red wine in the other.
“No!” Frozen in place, the thigh high slipping down your knee as you looked back up to see a desperate expression on Bertholdt. You couldn’t help the small smirk forming and pulled it back up again.
“Pfft. If I’d known any better, I’d say you actually like them.” You wink playfully as you snap the black stocking against your thigh. A small yelp escapes involuntarily as you feel yourself falling, the drink slipping from your fingers when you attempt to brace yourself.
Two hands snaked themselves around my waist, pulling me close as you landed on Bertholdt’s lap, practically straddling him while gripping his shirt to stop the fall. You lifted your head in surprise and felt every muscle seize in your body. Your faces were centimeters apart, his breath fanning across your skin. He almost looked surprised at his own actions as a heavy pink stains his cheeks.
Deep green eyes burned into your own, they seemed to only darken as you parted your mouth in an attempt to find words, only to miserably fail. Your heart was beating so rapidly in your chest that you were certain he could hear it.
It felt like you were in a trance, unable to move as he brought his face closer. His soft lips brushed against yours, one of his hands trailing to rest on your lower back as the other resting on your hip.
“You can’t wear this around me.” His voice sounded strained as his fingers danced across the hem of the garment. “Because I more than just like them.”
His finger hooks underneath the soft material, snapping it suddenly against your skin.You flinch slightly and let out a shuddered breath “I love them. They drive me crazy. You. You drive me crazy.”
The world around the two of you turned into a blur as you felt your heart leap into your throat. You were a stuttering mess, cheeks flush as your body felt itself alight in flames.
“I-I didn’t realize I had that sort of effect on you, Hoover.” Your attempt to sound confident was pathetic, feeling incredibly small under his smoldering gaze now. To your surprise, he lets out a deep chuckle and leans back to shamelessly look at you up and down. You’ve never seen Bertholdt so confident and so… determined.
His eyes drag themselves back to yours, sharp and fierce. “You haven’t realized what you’ve been doing to me by now?” He nearly scoffs as he pulls your body in closer. Your chest became flush with his own as his hands pulled your hips into him. You felt him hard beneath you and all coherent thoughts flew out the window.
“N-No.” You gulp with widened eyes, turning just in time to see a smile creep on his face.
“Would you like me to show you?” His deep voice whispered into your ear, an involuntary shudder trickled down your spine. You couldn’t respond, completely hypnotized by his presence, leaning in slightly. Lips meeting in a silent agreement as your heart exploded with excitement.
The softness of his lips was intoxicating and you craved for even more; throwing your arms over his neck to pull him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss. Your body felt like it was being sparked by every touch. His hands felt every inch of your skin as the kiss became desperate.
His tongue dragged across your bottom lip, begging for more. You didn’t hesitate to allow him in, tasting him, drinking him in. He bit at your lip teasingly and smirked to himself as an involuntary whimper escaped. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, tugging slightly to pull you both apart.
Chests heaving, swollen lips and desperate eyes meet. His smile never left his face as he took you in, it grew even bigger as he pulled your hair further to expose your neck. You couldn’t stop the throaty moan at the sensation. He quickly peppered kisses along your jaw and down your neck, stopping just at your collar bone. He felt your body tense as he found the spot that brought instant goosebumps, his teeth sinking softly into the flesh as another moan fell from your lips.
You shifted your hips to straddle him properly, grinding yourself into his now painfully hard erection. He released the most delicious groan and you absolutely needed to hear more of it. You tug at his belt desperately as his lips continue to attack my neck.
“Aren’t we eager?” He smirked and lifted a brow. “You’ll have to wait your turn, darling. Right now, you’re all mine.”
Hooking his arm around your waist, he lifted you off of his lap, gently laying you down across the couch. He kissed and suckled down your neck to your chest, leaving soft bites and nips along the way. His lean body hovered over your own, you couldn’t stop your hands from trailing down his chest as he continued to travel further down your body.
His large hand gripped your hip, slipping his fingers under the fabric of your shirt. In one quick motion, he pulls the clothing over your head, his own shirt following. Soft lips reattach themselves to your neck, hands traveling across your body, goosebumps following his every move.
He suddenly captures you in a kiss that was more dizzying than before, his hand settling on your upper thigh as the other cupped your breast. You moan softly and instinctively buck your hips into his as his fingers flick and lightly pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You were completely throbbing for him, raking your nails down his chest as he broke the kiss only to begin suckling on the other bud.
You writhe underneath him, needing more of his touch. Without warning, he yanks your shorts and panties down. A deep blush settles across your face, biting your lip as you watch Bertholdt’s lips part in awe.
“You’re so beautiful.” He gives you a bright smile, eyes twinkling in sincerity. A switch appeared to go off as he took you in. “And tonight, I’m going to ravish you.”
His lips crash into yours in hunger, gripping your hair tightly as your tongues fight for dominance, his ultimately taking over. You moan into his mouth and he quickly trails kisses down your chest, freeing his hand to grope your breasts as he continues down further, stopping just at your hip.
Your eyes lock when he softly nips at your thigh. His hands weaving around your legs, pulling you towards him. His breath fans across your now soaked core, chuckling lightly as you shift anxiously under him. His fingers caress you gently and his eyebrows rise in satisfaction.
“So wet for me and I haven’t even gotten started.”
Eye contact is never broken as he flicks his tongue between your folds, eagerly tasting you. Jaw slack, you watch on as his tongue finds your most sensitive spot. You couldn’t stop yourself as you threw back your head and bucked your hips when he began to suck softly on your clit.
The grip on your thighs tighten and he doesn’t stop his attack, your body jolting from his touch. Any form of self control was gone as you moaned from his touch, crying out his name like a prayer.
You tightened your legs around him while your hand reached for his hair, pulling him further against you. He moaned as you shamelessly grind yourself against his face, the vibrations causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.
“B-Bertholdt… I..” Stammering and unable to speak, you come undone beneath him. Gripping the couch so hard that your knuckles are white. He continues to lap your sweet juices as your back arches. He mercily removes himself from you, watching as you attempt to come down from your high, panting heavily.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He wolfishly grinned. His long fingers began to stroke you once more. “You taste so good.” He sighs in contentment when you release a strangled cry in surprise, his finger sliding into you with ease. He began at a teasingly slow pace, leaving your whimpering.
He leans forward, lips grazing your ear. “Do you want more?” You nod quickly, not even hesitating. He chuckles darkly. “Then you’re going to have to beg.”
Whimpering, your eyes meet and you give him a desperate look, nails digging into his shoulder. “P-please?” He shakes his head with a smirk.
“That won’t do. I’ve waited way too long for this moment.”
“Please, m-more?” He doesn’t say a word, only cocking his head to the side with a raised brow.
“Bertholdt. Please, I need more.” He stops his movements for only a moment but it was enough for you to completely snap.
“Please, make me cum Bertholdt. Please.”
Your words drown out as a moan erupts from your throat. Another finger was added, hooking them slightly, he began to increase his speed. He continued to pump into you, hitting the spot that made your toes curl.
It was when his lips reconnected with your clit that you saw stars, tears pricking your eyes from ecstasy. His tongue flicking and suckling you as you hit your peak, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
When you feel yourself come back to earth, your eyes meet as he leans over you. He grips your jaw, turning it slightly to face forward. He brought his fingers to your lips. “Suck. Now,”
You happily oblige, tasting yourself as your tongue swirls around his long digits. He watches you, dazed and mouth parted. Pulling himself away, he swiftly undoes his belt and takes off the rest of his clothing. Your eyes bulge as you take him in, openly gawking at the incredibly stunning man standing before you.
He positions himself between your legs, leaning on the couch slightly to keep his balance. You instinctively part your legs for him.
“I don’t think I can’t hold off any longer.” He groans, stroking himself as he takes in your disheveled appearance. You couldn’t stop the shudder of excitement as you shifted yourself closer to him. He drags himself though your soaked folds, teasing your overly sensitive clit.
“I’m going to make you scream.” He smiles as he aligns himself at your entrance. Slowly, he eases himself in, pumping slowly until he reaches the hilt. You both moan collectively from how deep he was.
Berthold began to rock his hips against yours, beginning at a slow pace. Grinding slow and hard, feeling every inch of him as he went deeper and deeper. “God- you’re so tight. Fuck.”
Hearing him curse under his breath only made you want more, meeting his pace to thrust into you harder. He gripped your thighs and watched himself pump in and out, delighted at how well you were taking him. He began to increase his speed, trying to hide a triumphant smile as you moaned.
Your nails desperately clawed at his arms as he snapped his hips against yours, already feeling the orgasm building. He continued to pound into your now drenched pussy, the lewd sounds bringing a deep groan from him.
He pulled out suddenly, the absence of him made you whimper. You don’t get the opportunity to question him before he’s pulling you to the end of the couch, twisting you so your body partially lays over the armrest.
You watch as he approaches you from behind, a devilish smirk erupting on his features as he slaps your ass. Yelping in surprise, you find yourself leaning back for more, happily accepting another hard slap to the other cheek.
He slides back into you with ease leaning his body over yours. The new position angled him to hit just the right spot as he grinded into you once more. The animalistic moans and grunts from you both only made you want more.
His hand traveled around your neck, squeezing slightly and you nearly lost it right there. He fucked you ruthlessly, holding your waist with his free hand. Your pussy squelched from the deep thrusts, your head leaning against his shoulder as he gripped your throat tighter.
“B-Bertholdt!” You felt yourself begin to lose control, your moans turning into desperate cries.
“I know.” He coos in your ear. “I know. Let go for me.” He bites the base of your neck as you scream out his name, unable to contain yourself any longer. He rides out your high, never relenting his pace.
He pulls his hand away from your throat, shifting himself from leaning against you to gripping your hips and pounding harder than before.
“F-faster. P-please fuck me faster.”
Bertholdt moaned as you pleaded to him, happy to do just that. He slapped your ass again, harder than before. Your moans driving him completely insane. He laced his fingers in your hair, yanking it back to him as he fucked you.
The next orgasm rippled through your body, the scream of pleasure sending Bertholdt into a frenzy. His thrusts grew sloppy as he grunted your name under his breath. Pulling himself out, he spilled white hot ropes of cum onto your ass and back, dripping down the back of your legs.
You both took more than just a moment in an attempt to catch your breaths. You have never cum so hard in your life, your entire body was exhausted and trembling.
Bertholdt stepped away to get a rag, panting as he helped clean you up. For the first time since you two began, he appeared to be feeling shy.
“So I guess I learned something today.” You shook your head with a slight laugh, slowly getting back your breath. Bertholdt sent you a confused look.
“I will always wear thigh highs around you.” You winked as Bertholdt blushed heavily.
The two of you entangled yourselves together on the couch, too lazy to move. Neither of you realized that you had fallen asleep.
“Oh what the FUCK?”
The two of you wake up in a panic to see Reiner on his knees, waving his hands dramatically at the wine spilled onto the carpet. It was then that he noticed you both on the couch and nearly fell over.
“OH WHAT THE FUCK?!” He clamps a hand over his eyes and dashes out of the room, leaving you and Bertholdt completely flushed in embarrassment.
