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I only do this party 4 you. Bertholdt Hoover x reader
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warnings: college AU, angst NO happy ending, unrequired feelings, miscommunication, friends with benefits gone wrong, first times, mention of loss of virginity, soft sex, footjob, face sitting, fingering, cockwarming, semi public sex (locker room), praise and dirty talk, unexperienced bert and reader, switch!bertholdt switch!reader
part two is up ✶
It started off as a help me help you situation. You and Bertholdt, two friends both inexperienced but trusting each other enough to be their firsts.
After a few years in college and a bunch of failed situationships you started to believe you would die a virgin. Until one day stumbling upon a conversation between Bertholdt and his best friend Reiner. The ramble to his friend resembled your own inner monologue. That's why you allowed yourself to talk to him in private about it.
He denied at first but the way he went pink from his cheeks to his ears didn't lie. You were quick to reassure him, as you were in the exact same situation. So it all began.
It didn't really came as a surprise when you found out Bertholdt had no sexual experiences, but at the same time you always thought that he and Reiner had something going on.
The way he touched and held you so softly for you guys first time was all you could dream off. You had your doubt and even considered backing out but the horniness and curiosity had the best of you. And you don't regret it.
The intercourse was awkward at first. Bertholdt was so scared to hurt you that he was extra cautious.
"You sure you're ok ? It doesn't look like it feels good"
"Wait is that blood"
"Want me to go slower ?"
You had to told him to just go with the flow (very unusual for him) and he stopped moving all at once, that was you cue to take control. Eventually he relaxed and started to enjoy the moment, His deep voice made his moan so pretty and encouraged you to continue.
Once you both came, comforter covering your naked bodies, Bertholdt had a hard time making eye contact with you, it's clear something was on the tip of its tongue, eventually he told you what was on his mind.
"I don't mean to be impolite and I really liked what we did but I don't want you to get the wrong idea... I don't think I want a relationship"
"Don't worry Berth, I'm not trying to fish anything out of this, I'm content as it is" you had snickered. Relief could clearly be read on his face as he hugged you tight.
"Thank you, I was scared this would be awkward" You still remember how warm his body was wrapped around you, almost enough to lull you to sleep.
"Want to take a nap ?"
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It's been two weeks since you had sex with Bertholdt. Ever since, you two fall into a dynamic of experimenting sex together. Whenever he fancied a new position or simply relief he would come to you and you would do the same.
Today is a bit different. You have noticed that Bertholdt is a whiner type, you like it very much and you plan to get as much as you can from it. That's why you are currently seated behind him on the couch. Your right hand is covering his mouth in a fake attempt to mute his moan, his voice is so deep that he bleeds through your fingers anyway. The left hand is tweaking his nipple, his back arches in response. Your legs are circled around his waist, so your feet can stroke his cock.
It's not the most comfortable position for you, but the way his wimper fills the room, hips trembling with each stroke makes it worth the pain.
"I-I'm gonna cum" Bertholdt cries behind your hand. HIs puppy voice makes heat rushes to your pussy, god you wish you could see his face right now, biting the pale skin of his bare back.
"Yeah ? You're going to cum all over my feet Berth ? Like a pervert ?" you whisper in a condescending voice right under his ear, even seated he is still taller than you. His back arches a little more at your words and you squeeze his nipple harder. He gasps.
"Yes! Yes please let me cum!" he begs, hips thrusting between your joined feet.
"Say that you're a pervert and I'll let you"
"I'm a pervert!" he states without an ounce of hesitation. You groan against his skin unsatisfied bringing your feets movement to a halt. "I'm a pervert a-and I want to cum !" his voice is more pitched this time, you smile to yourself resuming the up and down motion on his thick cock.
"You are ~ go ahead make a mess"
"Thank you ah! Thank you y/n" Betholdt gasps, voice sloppier with each rope of hot cum that lands on your feet. His back relaxes into your chest as his high comes to an end.
"Sorry" he whispers with a dopey smile when he realizes he was slowly crushing you onto the backrest.
A long exhale leaves his lips as he lay flat on the couch, closing his eyes. Smile still spread on his face, Bertholdt is pretty when he is not self conscious you think, never such a smile could be seen in public, he's more guarded when surrounded by people, it feels like a privilege seeing him like that.
"What are you going to do about this ?" you ask, extending your cum covered feet to his face. Opening his eyes slightly, he grabs your ankle, cleaning his semen off your skin with his warm tongue.
"Come sit on my face" he sleepily murmurs once your feet are as clean as the day you were born.
You do not have to be told twice, thighs spread around his face for him to feed on you. Humming in your scent, Bertholdt rubs his nose against your clit a few times, you let your head fall back, eyes closing in anticipation when he finally puts the bundle of nerves in his mouth. You sink more and more of your weight on his face moaning in relief. That boy sure knows how to use his tongue.
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Life goes on, you go to college, eat with your friends, go home, study and repeat it all again the next day but...
There is something different these days. You found yourself always eager from Bertholdt's next text, not only for the awesome sex but also simply to be in his presence. It was an embarrassing realisatiation.
On a random Tuesday night he had asked you to come by his place to watch the moon through with his telescope. The small balcony of his apartment could barely fit two chairs so your bodies were flushed against each other, nothing you are not used to, but it felt very intimate and not in a sexual way.
You took turns watching the rocky star through his lense, Never in your life have you seen it so clearly, it warmed your chest to witness it next to Bertholdt for the first time. Later in the night when the observation turned into a conversation he had given you his hoodie when he noticed you were shivering. His musky scent flooded your senses. Your heart was beating so fast, as fast as you felt yourself falling for him.
13:26 Bertholdt : Meet me after training ? I forgot my calculus textbook at your place...
Such a simple text and you were already thinking about what to wear for his eyes never to leave you. A mid tights floral dress it is, he complimented it once while it was on the drying rack of your living room: you can't go wrong with that choice.
Checking the time on your phone you mentally curse you're running 20 minutes late because you couldn't decide on the right lip combo and the perfect fragrance. It's so stupid he probably already left or is very mad at you, breaking into a small jog you enter the locker room. Crap, it looks empty.
"Bertholdt ?" you try out loud.
"Over here" you hear from the back of the room. Guess it's your lucky day.
Bertholdt is crouched over his duffel bag filling what seems to be his lacrosse uniform. Hearing footsteps he looks your way, you are surprised to see that he is only wearing a towel around his waist.
"You guys finished later ? "
"No, I... I don't like to take my shower with everyone else so I waited" he admits standing tall, and you almost forgot that he was in fact almost a giant, you feel a tug at your heartstring. He's so handsome. His black hair is slicked back, a very different look from his usual, falling on his forehead.
"I'm not surprised" you chuckle to clear your thought "Anyways I got your book with me" you continue squeezing your bag where it is sitting against your ribs.
He only hums absentmindedly looking at your form up and down brushing his damp hair against his skull as he gulps. Is it the power of the dress working ? A smile creeps on your face.
"Come here" he says, extending his hands to you. Your heart misses a beat when you take his large palm in yours. Bertholdt tugs lightly, crashing his lips against yours. You feel your legs about to give out under the fervor he kisses you with, his other hand lands on the small of your back, presing you flush against his moist body. You can feel his hard member against your belly and you break the kiss.
"Berth ?" you chuckle looking down at the bulge behind his towel.
"It happens after exercise sometimes" he clarifies with a faint blush on his cheek.
"You mean to say, you walk around campus with a hard on after hours of catching a ball with a net ? "You giggle tracing the outline of his cock with your fingertips. Bertholdt gives you one of his deadpan stares you chortle kissing him back.
"Is it ok ? If we do it here I mean ? " he asks crouching down, being eye to eye level with him is a rare occurrence, it's your turn to heat up, you nod your head giving him consent to proceed. He nods too, angling your body so you rest against the metal row of lockers, the cold material makes you moan into the kiss, you let your bag hit the ground so your hands are free to mess with his hair.
Bertholdt's large hands go to your hips, squeezing them and you take it as a sign to spread your legs for him. Travelling to your pussy he gasps being welcomed by your bare skin, no underwear. Oops, you smile against his lips. Long digits enter your cunt scissoring you open. Your head falls to the side, catching your breath
"Get nice and wet for me, yes ?" he mumbles against the skin of your exposed neck, his hips rut against your thigh and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.
"Yes Bertholdt" your meek voice echoes in the empty room. He is not that forward usually, but you don't mind at all. His thumb attaches to your clit, circling it slowly as his fingers keep curling along your most sensitive spot. Your hips buck on their own against his hands, as the squelching sound from your pussy fills the room, your grip his shoulders tipping over your release.
"U-uh please, mmh please" you beg, burying your head in his chest.
"There, there" he breathes, intensifying his motion, enough for you to cum around his fingers. back arching off the locker, you babble an incoherent mess that none of you care to understand, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.
A thing you have realised ever since the night on his balcony, is that each of the orgasms he gives you seems to be stronger. You don't think much of it, just glad it feels that way. The sound of something hitting the ground brings you back to earth. Bertholdt is now naked in front of you, erection springing free.
Your mouth water at the sight of it. Obviously your lack of experience doesn't make you unbiased but to you, his cock is close to perfection. Thick, long and veiny, it could be the way he uses it or the fact that you feel yourself slowly falling for him. Your pussy clenches around nothing, eager to feel him inside of you.
Bertholdt's large hands wrap around your thighs to lock them around his hips your body is sandwiched between him and the locker behind you.
"Can I put it in ?" he asks, looking up at you with his pale green eyes. you nod sliding your hand from his shoulder to his neck, grazing your fingers against the nape of his hair. Flashing you a smile, Bertholdt peppers kisses to your cleavage as he slowly slides his length inside of you.
An exhale of relief flees your lips, your shoulder relaxes as his cock pumps torturous slow thrusts inside of you.
"Bertholdt, give it to me" you whine, dragging the last vowel.
"Not very patient today are you?" he asks playfully, licking a strip up your neck. "Say please and I'll go faster" He is using your tricks against you !
What happened to the boy that was too shy to even look you in the eye when he was inside of you? Your cunt clenches against him, this new personality is driving you up the wall.
"Please bertholdt" you moan pulling at the nape of his hair
"Please ?" he questions picking his pace slightly
"Please Bert I need it" you plead, more desperate feeling the impatience grow inside of you alongside the knot in your belly.
"Kiss me" you happily oblige.
The whole room sounds like a mess, the metal clanks with each thrust that makes your bodies collide against it, mixes of voices whispering and skin slapping. It's your mess, the very own mess you created with him, you're proud of it you wished someone would walk in right now to see how good Bertholdt makes you feel, how good you two look together.
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Today Bertholdt is at your place sitting at the coffee table where he is making flashcards. You are belly up on the couch behind him reading the latest celebrity drama on twitter when his deep voice comes to your ears.
"There is something i would like to try" he starts, looking back at you. Locking your phone you meet his eyes, eyebrow quirked, there is not much you guys haven't tried so you are curious.
"Shoot" you say tracing his nose with your index finger.
"I would like to put my cock inside of you and just continue what i'm doing, you can turn me down if it's weird i'll understand" he states, his signature blush making his way on the sharp features of his face
"Now where the hell did you get that idea uh ? " you giggle, pinching the bridge of his nose "But it sounds good to me" you say, joining him on the rug. Bertholdt helps you straddle him, as he pulls his sweat pants down enough so his soft dick can break free. You pull your shorts and pantie to the side, directing his penis to your entrance.
He's not hard so you don't bother touching yourself to allow him inside of you. Placing a quick peck on his lips you sink on his dick.
The sensation is different from everything you've tried before, you're not stretched enough for your liking but the position allows you to be close to him, it's relaxing his penis would stirr inside of you from time to time. Resting your chin on his shoulder you close your eyes. His body always runs so hot.
"You're feeling good ?" Bertholdt asks, running his hands up and down your sides.
"Hmm yes I could fall asleep like that " you murmur nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"Go ahead," he says, rubbing your back.
Dozing off you can hear Bertholdt talking distantly on the phone.
"Annie is back in town ?" Is the last thing you hear before falling asleep, his voice sounds chippier than usual and his dick grows harder inside of you.
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"They went to you for the organization of a party ?" you huff biting in your ice cream cone, Bertholdt looks defeated next to you, head in his hands.
" I know, Eren said it's because i'm a tidy person whatever it has to do with it" he grunt eyes closed.
You chortle, shaking your head from left to right, what a very Eren thing to do.
"I mean, I could help you if you want"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I did a few before even if it's an Eren party it should be in my range" you smirk standing up "I go to bounce but let's talk about it more later ?" you propose adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
Bertholdt nods his head vigorously, you can't help but think he's cute like that.
Walking to your next class you think about all the things that need to be done before the party. Friday in two weeks.
A guest list, booze (a lot), decorations, a banging playlist, you could even throw some songs Bertholdt have shared with you from his playlist. Eren should already have a set of ambient lights you could use. Yeah no fuss this should be easy enough you thought to yourself.
It's only when you enter the building that you remember that Bertholdt's hoodie is still in your bag, crap you've been meaning to give him back for weeks now, rushing back to the three where you had lunch you hope he is still there. The voice that cannot be mistaken for another reaches your ear and you're about to but when his next sentence stops you in your track.
"Yes she will be at the party, you think I should ask her out then ?"
You're frozen, heart beating a mile an hour, is he talking about you ?
"Right, I've known her long enough it's about time I do it I guess" he laugh nervously.
It's happening ! Retreating on your tippy toes your resume your previous itinerary with a spring in your step.
You'll have all the time in the world to give his cloth back once you two are boyfriend and girlfriend
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You haven't seen much of Bertholdt for the last few days. There really isn't much to think of . College and the organisation of the party kept you busy. Regardless, you miss him...
His text felt distant, like what you had shared with him over the last few months was a long gone memory. It is hard not to overthink, you know he is a rather dry texter but your heart drops a little bit more each time he doesn't reciprocate your enthusiasm.
Maybe he's stressed about making you his girlfriend ? You really got to know him better, so you wouldn't be surprised if he was sweating buckets right now. The party is in two days time anyway, you can't wait to see him and you can't wait to make your relationship official.
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It’s the song you picked for him.
The strobes, flashing lights, loud music balloons and confetti scattered all over the floor makes it all feel like a bad joke. Why is everyone laughing while you are witnessing pure horror ? Standing a few feet away from the scene you can't take your eyes off it as badly as you need it, in order to preserve the few sanity left in you.
Bertholdt is here, as expected, with Annie, not expected, they are close, so close you feel your chest constrict tighter by the second. He is using his default stance when talking to shorter people (almost everyone). It always made you feel special, seen, when he would use it with you, as if he cared enough to not miss a bit of what you're saying. But now... now you feel like a fool you were never special and you can clearly see it in the way he looks at her. Never in the time you have spent with him you were graced with this softness in his eyes.
Sure he was always kind to you, but witnessing him like that with Annie makes you realise that you never hold a candle to her. She didn't have to get naked for him to be completely enticed with her. You feel dirty, you feel betrayed, but you can only blame yourself. He said it from the start that he wasn't fishing a relationship out of this.
Of course it wouldn't be you he wanted to make his girlfriend and to think you believed it until the last moment.
You're stuck in place,the world keeps spinning around you. Your throat is dry, but your eyes sure aren't, slowly, your vision becomes blurry, maybe it is better this way. A hard shove on your shoulder brings you back to reality, turning around there's an obviously drunk girl apologizing to you, she looks like she's having fun, her friend group drags her somewhere else, apologizing again on her behalf.
Like a magnet your eyes drag back to Bertholdt and Annie, they are kissing now, his hands, the same hands that you felt roaming your body so many times, his large warm hands are on her small waist, hers are around his neck. Bile rises to your throat. You speed walk to the back of the house. You need air, you need space and quiet or you might go crazy right now.
Fortunately there's no one in the backyard, not yet. With a few more drinks in there's no doubt that it will be filled with drunk young adults. But for now you are alone. Again
The moon stares down at you, the same moon under which you felt your heart calling for Bertholdt the first time. You feel like a wounded dog under its beam, you want to claw at your chest for it to stop hurting so much. Sitting on the cold grass before your legs give out there's no way this night could get any worse. Tugging your knees to your chest, you allow your forehead to rest on them. You don't want to cry, it would be ridiculous to. But just like falling in love with your friend, you can't help it.
It's more whimpers and sobs than actual cry, you can hardly breath, not that you care anymore. Praying to the moon that no one comes here to find you, they never do anyways. Squeezing your arms tight around your legs you wished you never went to that party let alone set it up, you wished you never proposed to help Bertholdt, you wished you listened to him when he said he this will not be anything more than sex, you wished your heart would stop squeezing so tight with each passing second.
It was a help me help you situation at first and yet you're the only one crying about it.
So I just finished aot for the first time and I gotta say I loved season 4. Definitely my favorite season for reasons I'll explain later but I have to ask why does everyone hate Gabi so much.
I don't even like Gabi and im flabbergasted at the amount of hate she gets. Sasha death was definitely not handled the best but like Gabi is actually 12 and a child soldier.
Yes Gabi is very annoying especially in the beginning. But for one thing for her Sasha was a enemy responsible for killing people she knew. Yes, Sasha was just protecting her fellow soldiers and was firing under orders. But by doing so she was killing Gabi's comrades as well.
As for later when she's calling everyone an island devil and telling Kaya about their ancestors sins. You do realize its because Marley purposely brainwashed and indoctrinated the Gabi and the all the people she knows right. She is repeating the same things told to her over and over again. Why she is so insistent on being one of the good ones stems from Marley. This is all her essentially coping with the way her people are treated.
Yet all the people who complain about Gabi and how could she kill Sasha dont have even a quarter of the same hatered for Reiner, Bertholdt, or Annie. Who literally betray everyone and get several people killed or kill people. Yet, we forgive Annie for killing literally all of Levi's old squad. Reiner and Bertholdt kill Marco because they decided to talk about how they are the cause of this Trost being wrecked on a public rooftop.
They say oh they were only 12 when they attacked wall Maria or they were child soldiers they didn't know any better. But Gabi is too far because we see her indoctrination come undone in real time. Meanwhile Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt spent years with these people and still attacked and killed many. Not to hate on these characters I actually adore Reiner and Bertholdt but I do acknowledged their faults and what they have done.
I also notice that when people complain about Gabi no one mentions the guard she beat to death with a brick to get away from a prison where no one was harming her. Why is that?
