florida kilos | bertolt hoover x reader [MODERN AU]

[3/3]

- mature chapter!

About a fifteen-minute drive later, you were finally at Bertolt's downtown apartment. He promptly unlocked the door and you made your way in, immediately being greeted by the large window in front of you, that overlooked the entire city. The view was phenomenal, and frankly very romantic. In addition to the architecturally beautiful, fully furnished apartment, you noticed that it was very tidy and well-kept, something you would least expect from a young male.

You felt a firm grip around your wrist before you were tugged towards a corridor, which led to Bertolt's room. In the room, Bertolt had several lamps lit up instead of turning on the lights, to keep the mood lustful, and you admired his efforts. You snuck up behind him while he was bent down to turn a lamp on, and on his way up, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and planted a vigorous kiss on his lips, catching him off guard. His arms slithered around your waist and you felt him pull you closer, which gutted your stomach with butterflies.

Having enough of the sweet make-out, you pushed Bertolt onto his bed, and began taking off your jacket, kicking off your boots and unbuttoning your blouse. Bertolt had his eyes glued to yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sat on top of him. You ran a hand through his hair, before trailing them down to the collar of his shirt. You began unbuttoning his blouse, making your way down, before slipping the blouse off his shoulders and tossing it onto the ground. You ran your hands over his toned abs, before continuing down to his pants, unzipping his jeans, and snaking a hand into them. You wrapped your fingers around his growing bulge and gave it a squeeze, teasing Bertolt.

A sudden hunger began rushing through Bertolt's veins, and a switch turned on in his brain that told him to start dominating. He gripped your hips and lifted you off of him, tossed you onto your back and pounced on top of you, planting another hungry kiss your your lips.

The confidence Bertolt had had your inner thighs screaming for attention. With quick hands he unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your breasts. He began quickly trailing kisses down your neck, between your breasts, down your stomach and eventually to your womanhood. Before continuing, he looked up and asked for permission.

"You sure about this?" he asked, care in his tone.

You nodded, and relaxed your body. You felt Bertolt slide your pants off along with your undergarments, revealing your genitalia. You bit your lip as you felt Bertolt's large, however soft hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart a couple extra centimetres. His tongue caressed the outside of your womanhood, catching you off-guard and earning a jolt from you.

"You're soaking," he muttered into your clit, the vibrations sent through your body making you desperate for friction.

As Bertolt kissed, licked, sucked and teased your pussy, you covered your face with your hands, softly moaning into them. You felt your climax getting closer, and the heat between your thighs getting hotter. Bertolt heard your moans and pleads get louder and more desperate, which he figured meant that you were close to coming. So, he gave your clit one last kiss before coming up, leaving you high and dry.

You dropped your hands to your side in dismay, finding Bertolt's eyes as you caught your breath. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his bare wrist, letting out a sigh.

"You taste so good," he whispered. "[Y/N]."

His masculinity left you flushed. It was as if he was an entirely different person when aroused; contrary to his usual passive and shy attitude, he was daring and bold.

Before Bertolt could do anything else, he noticed something in the corner of his eye; a familiar pouch filled with a white substance. He pushed himself up and took the bag in his hands.