#I dont remmeber his tag im a ficking sham

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*Despite being in a relationship for over 2 years- Bertholdt still looks to you for praise. He wants to know that you like what he’s doing, that you want him to keep going. He just needs a little push, something to tell him that you need him, that you love him. Bertholdt just can’t believe that someone as perfect as you, would be so intimate with him, that you would let him be so close to you. Every time he touches you he sees stars, it sounds silly after being together for so long- you’d think he’d have gotten used to the curves of your body, bored almost. But to him every time feels like the first time, and he just wants to make sure you’re comfortable and content. He truthfully loves you more than he’s ever loved anyone in his life. Which is why sometimes he gets flustered, and almost freezes up when he’s around you. Especially during sex, he’s just afraid of messing something up.*

*So when you pull his face out from the crook of your neck, forcing him to look at you- the warmth of your love courses through his body, and fills him with the reassurance he needed to fuel his confidence. He begins to sweat a little- small drops of perspiration beading at his temples- dampening his shaggy black hair. When his gaze meets yours his icy blue eyes dilate into oblivion- overtaken by his dark pupils which stare back at you in amazement before dropping down to where his hand is. He removes his hand completely from where it rested, and for a moment you think he doesn’t want to touch you anymore.*

*But you could not be more mistaken. Bertholdt is so infatuated by you he’s almost overwhelmed. His large hands fumble at your shorts and underwear as he grabs them by the waistband- letting them fall to the floor. His hands come back up to cup your face, his lips hovering over yours as he whispers*, “I love you a lot ok. I just want you to know that. Better yet- let me show you how much I love you.” *He plants a little kiss on your lips, then snakes his head down to your collarbones where he leaves another peck. His lips dance down your body- leaving little kisses across your chest, down your torso- stopping when he reaches your lower abdomen.*

*Bertholdt got comfortable on his knees, his bones groaning from the hard surface of the tile but he chose to ignore that. He also chose to ignore the friction of his cock as it hardened in the confinement’s of his pants. His hands shot up to your thighs- spreading them apart to reveal your glistening pussy- almost like a feast for him laid out on the counter. The sight of your supple flesh drenched in arousal made him chuckle as he pushed out the words*- “All this for me?” *He peered up at you from between your thighs- staring at you with his piercing blue eyes as he closed the gap between himself and your cunt, leaving a little kiss on your clit that was so sweet it sent shivers up your spine.*

*The way you raised your hips to meet his lips let Bertholdt know that you wanted him to continue- so his tongue slipped out of his mouth and ran up your slit- pushing slightly into your walls that clenched onto nothing- before dragging back up to your clit. his lips latched on to the sensitive bud and he began sucking. with his cheeks hollowed out bertholdt put a pressure on your clit that sent you into a spiral. Two of his slender fingers crept down your folds- slowly tracing your soft flesh before delving into the warmth of your heat that gushed around his fingers. His digits twisted and curled inside of you and the stimulation was almost unbearable. The moans that left your mouth were loud and lewd- filling up the space of the empty room. Bertholdt peeled his face away from your cunt, a line of saliva and your slick stretching as he pulled away from you just enough so that you could hear the words that left his mouth.* “God you’re so fucking hot, say my name again baby. Say it louder so all the neighbors know how good I make you feel.”

- Berthodlt

[ Mod Note: Bro... do not mind me leaving a whole ass novel in your inbox I got way too carried away thinking about Berthodlt being so in love with you it makes him nervous... i just think it’s really cute ok 🥺 ]

This, I think, is love. Ask at any age before meeting Bertholdt if I would've looked so fondly at him, even when nerves translated into his physical body; small droplets of sweat forming, but not quite dripping. Or whether I would have reached up to gently brush dark hair back without care of how his hair is slightly damp. I would have said no. Couldn't have pictured myself as being so stupidly in love that everything he is, and does has gathered its own parade of fondness. I blink a few times, taking in the way his pupils have expanded, leaving mere slivers of blue behind. I've seen him like this a number of times before, and it does nothing but send warmth shooting through my body, unmistakably dampening the soft fabric of concealed underwear.

Hips lift when his hands fumble with the buttons, and a soft laugh escapes through parted lips. Momentarily my hands plant on the counter behind me, supporting as I lift up to let him tug the material down my legs. I hum a little when he speaks, only to be cut off on my own words by his mouth. The second he's dropping down, I manage a soft, "I love you too," as fingers grip lightly at his hair. Bertholdt deserves to hear the same back - besides, I know the words stir him on.

He really is ridiculously tall. Situated between only slightly parted thighs, I watch until he's nudging legs open himself. It always feels like being on display; pink spreads across my features, but I still watch as he admires."Only for you." Maybe it's not a lot to say, but how can there be any words left when they're hitching up in my throat when he teases with soft kiss; a little whine, tugging lightly at his hair. "F-fuck, Bertl." Hips are quick to roll up, trying to both meet with his mouth, and wandering fingers. When they slipped inside, the fit was snug. It didn't matter how long we'd been together, or how many times we'd fucked - he was always much bigger than my smaller frame should be able to handle.

My head tilted back. His mouth was steadily building up warmth across my abdomen, flirting with the first few flickers of what was going to come if he kept curling his fingers inside, and his lips hollowed out. A soft cry bubbled up my chest when he pulled away to speak, and hold was a little unkind with nails scratching across his scalp. "B-Bertholdt." It was more sharp warning as brown hues fell to him again, watching him hover with desperation. "Please, don't stop - feels so good." When his mouth returns, he earns what he asked for. His name falling in stuttered chants in between loud moans. One of my legs moves against his hold, instinctively shaking a little when white flashes across eyes. I know the neighbours will complain in passive aggressive ways, but really it's hard to deny Bertholdt anything. He's got me just as whipped as I have him.

"Oh God, t-there. Don't stop, please don't stop." Eyes squeeze shut when a loud whine escapes, only to hitch into another cry when his fingers brush past bundle of sensitive nerves, buried deep inside. Walls flutter around his fingers for a second, and nothing being said is coherent. All the words are pleads, mixed together with his name. It only takes another few skilled curl of his fingers before everything snaps without much warning. Quick, little gasps for air between shaking moans fill the room, and the sound of his fingers movements are louder as he keeps moving, even with slick dripping around and down his fingers. I'll take as much as I can, even when the orgasm starts to fade and replaced with sensitivity. I twitch against his hold, until I'm trying weakly to push his head away with soft ah's.