florida kilos | bertolt hoover x reader [MODERN AU]

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- semi-mature chapter!

You kept a light hold on Bertolt, keeping a small piece of his shirt between your index finger and thumb. You did this to ensure you wouldn't lose him, or get swept away by the crowds of university students. He led you up the stairs and onto the second floor, where he then entered a master bathroom and locked the door behind him. You let out a sigh while he slid down the door, hands resting on his knees.

"An adventure, indeed," you croaked. "All that just for a bathroom? I thought you were gonna take me to some secret sex chamber!"

Bertolt furrowed his brows and let out an unamused grumble at your comment, while you chuckled away at your own terrible joke. You admired the bathroom for a while, until you decided to take a seat inside the bathtub - after all, it was either the floor, toilet or the bathtub. You supposed the bathtub was the cleanest choice out of the bunch.

Bertolt let out a groan as he stood back up, inviting himself into the bathtub along with you. You pulled your knees up to your chest to make space for the boy's long legs, and made yourself comfortable; he was a lot larger than you, and frankly took up majority of the space.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You bit down on a cigarette and lit it, shoving your lighter and box back into your pockets. You took a deep breath, held the cigarette between two of your fingers, and blew out all the smoke that you inhaled. Bertolt watched you with worry. He winced, but proceeded to ask a question that had been on his mind since he'd met you.

"How long have you, uh... dealt drugs?"

You brushed the question off, as it was nothing to you. "Middle school maybe. Started with vapes,"

Bertolt nodded his head. "D- do you... take any drugs?"

You scoffed at his question. Sure, you had prominent dark circles around your eyes and you tended to wear all-black clothing, but you didn't think you looked that sketchy.

"Oh, please! Do you think I trust that shit?" you retorted. "Sure, I transport it, but god knows what my boss puts in those drugs. It could be laced for all I know!"

Bertolt stifled a chuckle at your revolt, shaking his head. "So you've never done drugs before?"

You clicked your tongue. "Never. Just these stupid cigs. Me smoking these already puts me on a timer, I don't need heroin or crack speeding my time up,"

The raven-haired male smiled and looked at his toes, bringing his knees close to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. You held the cigarette you were smoking out to him, and he awkwardly took it between his index and middle finger after noticing. He took a puff, but rapidly handed it back to you after he burst out coughing. He hated the taste and the burn in his throat, however, you laughed at him and took back the cigarette.

"I take it you've never done drugs either," you snickered.

"I'd like to keep it that way," Bertolt mentioned.

You hummed, and kissed your teeth as you thought of another topic. Since you were growing fond of Bertolt, it didn't hurt to get to know him. You smirked at a thought.

"Let's get to the good stuff," you began. "So, you've never done drugs, but have you had sex? No offence or anything, but you look like a total virgin."

Bertolt laughed, but returned to his solemn expression. "Of course I've had sex. I'm in university!"

"Is that so?" you muttered, surprised at the answer he gave you.

The both of you sat in an awkward silence for the next several moments, although you would occasionally look up at Bertolt's face and examine his features. Your eyes wandered onto his lips, and you bit yours, cursing yourself for thinking naughty thoughts about a man you just met. Submissive men made you horny, but you'd only known the guy for less than two hours... however, his lips did seem extremely kissable, and you were at a frat party.

You shifted your weight into your knees and sat on them, leaning on your hands in front of you. Bertolt noticed your sudden act and began to tremble, becoming a nervous wreck. You were getting closer to his face by the second, and he felt his cheeks turn into a deep crimson.

Finally, you pressed your hands up against the wall Bertolt was leaning on, and trapped him in your arms. You wondered if you were jumping the gun with your actions, but you wanted entertainment. So, you looked down at the boy under you and licked your lips as a mischievous smirk grew on your face.

"The more I look at you," you began huskily, lifting his chin with your pointer finger. "The more I want to fuck you,"

Bertolt gulped at your sudden dominance, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. If anything, you were turning him on. His eyes wondered off your face and onto your breasts, and back onto your face. All his nerves were gone in a flash, and he felt confident - for once in his life.

He smiled, and finally made eye contact with you. "What's the hold-up, then?"

Without wasting another second, you planted your lips onto his, roughly kissing his innocent, willow-soft lips. You slid your hands up his neck and onto his face, caressing his flushed cheeks with your thumbs. The longer you kissed him, the tougher and more passionate the kiss became. Eventually, your tongues were sliding in and out each other's mouths, tasting every inch of his cavern. Your mouth reeked of tobacco, and Bertolt only wanted to indulge deeper; he was feeling like a badass, doing something so unruly. Sure, he'd had sex with trusted partners in private places, but never with a stranger in a public setting (in other words, never with his best friends' drug dealer at a party).

You forcefully disconnected from Bertolt in dire need of oxygen, lips totally smothered in saliva. You wiped your chin with your sleeve and smirked.

"If you want," Bertolt whispered as he caught his breath. "We can go to my place... continue there,"

Biting your lip, you nodded eagerly and climbed out of the bathtub, Bertolt following behind you. As you began heading out, Bertolt went to let Reiner know he was leaving, and reconvened with you at the door.