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You sighed as you drowned your sorrows in yet another Vine. Honestly, this wasn't you. You normally never drank, especially not at events such as your graduation party!

That's right, you graduated 11th out of the 104th corps, just under Christa. But still, you felt upset. Upset by two things; 1) You failed to beat the 'goddess' of the corps and 2) You were no closer to winning Bertholdts heart than when you started.

Not many people knew of your little crush other than Mikasa. You trusted her, knowing that she would never say a thing. But even she questioned why you were attract to someone as timid as Bertholdt.

The two of your were complete opposites. You were loud, out going and sociable (to an extent) while Bertholdt was quiet, shy and easily embarrassed. But truthfully, it was his personality that made you fall for him over and over again.

But now, with you drinking, you started to recall what Reiner had said, about Bertholdt liking Annie.

You glared at the blonde from out the corner of your eye. What did he see in her? Oh, that's right, everything. Truthfully, Annie was a good girl. She could stick up for herself, she was intelligent and even a little pretty.

And then there was you. You thought nothing special of yourself. You were just another girl who Bertholdt saw as nothing more than a friend. Raising a hand to your chest, you gripped where your growing pain had started, trying to stop it.

You heard a laugh resonate from somewhere behind you. Not just anyones laugh though; It was Bertholdts. You could tell. It was like music to your ears.

Turning slightly you managed to catch a glimpse of the brunette. A small smile found it's way onto your face, before disappearing as you took another gulp of your Vine.

"Why don't you just tell him?" You choked on your drink in shock. Whipping your head around, you met Mikasas gaze.

"Heh, you're kidding right?" You laughed at her, returning to your drink.

She shrugged. "If you don't do something now, you might not ever be able to..." And with that she left.

You sat there, staring into your drink. You could feel the effects of the alcohol taking place, slowly dulling your common sense. Maybe she was right... But how could you get your point across to him?

After a few minutes, it finally his you. You gulped heavily, feeling your pulse skyrocket. Slowly getting to your feet, you started making your way over to Bertholdt, a feeling of worry forming in your gut.

Tapping him on his shoulder, you got the tall males attention.

"Oh! _______! Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He questioned. You shook you head.

"No, of course not just..." It's now or never you though, "Can I talk to you in private?"

"Yeah, sure." He gave you a questioning look as you pulled him away and into a spare room.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked, sitting on the bed, watching you. You took a deep breath and locked the door behind you. The clank of the lock caused him to get a little scared. But that was fine. You had a feeling he would.

You slowly walked over to him, before placing your self on him waist, straddling him.

"__-_____?" He stuttered. You could see a blush beginning to appear on his feature.

You craned your neck and leaned down a little, pressing your lips to his neck, softly kissing it. You heard a small, almost inaudible gasp escape his lips, causing you to smirk.

"________! What... What're you doing?" He sounded panicked.

You pulled away slightly and whispered, "Showing my love."

And that was it. That was all you wanted to do. You wanted to show your love, nothing more or less.

"No! You're drunk! You've had too much Vine! Jut get off me, and I'll get you home, okay?" Oh, poor innocent Bertholdt. You gripped his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed.

"Goddammit, Bertholdt, I know what I'm doing!" You were practically yelling at him, "I love you! I love you so much, and it angers me that I can't have you!"

You saw his eyes widen in shock. The two of you just stared at each other, unsure what to do now.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.

"Reiner said you liked Annie... So I... Didn't see any need." You confessed, blushing heavily.

"Not true..." He started pouting.

"There! You're doing it again!"

"What am I doing?" His voice yet again filled with shock.

"You're making me love you!" You hissed as you buried your face in his neck again.

"________..."

What you heard next was not what you expected.

"I love you too..." He murmured as you sat back up. You smiled widely and could feel your eyes starting to tear up with relief.

"Now... Are we going to do this, or...?" You were pretty sure it was just the alcohol making you brave, but you wanted this. His eyes darted to and fro, checking to see if you were messing with him or not.

However, no matter how many time he looked you over, all he could see was crave and desire, which could only mean one thing; You were being as truthful as you could get.

You waited for his reply, growing more anxious with each passing second, until, finally, he opened his mouth.

"... Don't expect to be on top for long." A small squeak left your lips as he flipped the two of you over, almost causing you to topple out of the bed.

He started attacking your neck, much like how you had done to him. His knee rested on the bed, while he moved your own legs to wrap around his waist.

You ran your hands up his chest, peeling away his shirt. You moaned as he found that one spot that ran shivers up and down your spine.

You felt him smirk against your skin as he targeted that one area. You could feel his own arousal growing, poking into your inner thigh, which only caused your own arousal to grow.

You felt his hand move to the hem of your dress, slipping under and touching you. He stroked you through your underwear. You bucked your hips slightly and gasped at the touch.

"My~ Wet already?" He murmured in a husky, yet seductive tone. You panted, unsure what to do now.

Bertholdt was ahead of you already, peeling off his own shirt and loosening the belt on his pants. However, this was going to fast for you.

Placing a hand over his, you stopped him. He looked up at you with eyes full of wonder, watching you as you slid your dress off your shoulders, letting it fall onto the bed before wiggling out of it.

You brought his hand, clasped in yours, up to your breast, urging him to touch you. Needless to say, he didn't fail to please you.

He squeezed you gently at first, as though if he squeezed to hard, you might break. But soon, he became comfortable with it and began thoroughly massaging you.

You felt his hand slip around your back and remove your bra fully, leaving him with the sight of your fully revealed breasts.

He pushed you back onto the bed and started at your breasts. He licked, sucked and nipped your bud, twisting the other with his hand, using his free one to stroke your core. Honestly, with how he was treating you, you were fine having an orgasm right then and there.

But you somehow managed to withstand the pleasure he sent all through out your body. You could tell he was getting a little impatient, and truthfully, so were you. Yeah, you wanted him to slow down a little before, but now, after all he put you through, you were done with slow.

You moved your hands down to his crotch, rubbing the tent that had formed in his pants. He grunted against your skin at the feeling.

Sitting back up, he started to remove the remainder of his clothes, before turning his attention to your panties; the only thing keeping him from his goal.

You gulped, realizing how far the two of you had come. Just minutes ago, the two of you were confessing, and now, he was about to take you. Surely this must be a dream.

"Are you ready?" He asked, readying himself at your entrance.

"If this is a dream, better enjoy it while it lasts." You thought. Nodding, you gave the signal that you were ready.

"It's... It's going to hurt, but just... Just bare with it, okay?" And with that, he started to sheath himself within you.

You hissed, gripped the sheets, trying to ignore the pain rippling through your body, but to no avail.

When he had finally reach his limit, he stopped, waiting for you to show you were okay.

Though you were gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut, you managed to faintly open one and catch a glimpse of a worried Bertholdt. You could see his concern for you, mixed in with the love he felt. And that alone managed to heal some of the pain, taking your mind off it.

After a few moments, you gave the signal, showing that you were ready.

Bertholdt pulled out slowly, and thrust back into you softly, but at the same time it was sweet. You could tell he was still afraid that he would hurt you, but you didn't want this. You wanted him to thrust into you so hard that you couldn't help but scream his name. And so, with that, you started begging and pleading with him.

"Bertholdt~ Hng~ Harder~ Please~" You moaned, and he complied.

Slowly, he started to pick up the pace and thrust harder and deeper into you. His grunts mixed in with your groans, creating a sweet symphony of sex that would only ever be heard by the two of you.

Every thrust brought about the threat of a sudden release, but the two of you couldn't care.

"Oh~ God~ Bertholdt~" You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him into you.

"Ah~ Goddammit, _______~ I'm close~" He grunted, picking up the pace, pounding into you with more force than you though he could achieve.

You opened your mouth, trying to tell him that you too were close to release, but your world suddenly came crashing down when you felt the muscles in your stomach let go.

You started to scream out in ecstasy, feeling yourself clamp around Bertholdt, but he moved his mouth over yours, preventing any sound from escaping.

A few more thrusts, and the said male squirted his hot seed into you, gasping as he did so.

He rode out the rest of your orgasm, before pulling out and laying next to you. He pulled you closer to him, and you nuzzled into his neck.

Confessions; What a funny little thing. Yet, isn't it strange how far it can go?

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You sighed as you drowned your sorrows in yet another Vine. Honestly, this wasn't you. You normally never drank, especially not at events such as your graduation party!

That's right, you graduated 11th out of the 104th corps, just under Christa. But still, you felt upset. Upset by two things; 1) You failed to beat the 'goddess' of the corps and 2) You were no closer to winning Bertholdts heart than when you started.

Not many people knew of your little crush other than Mikasa. You trusted her, knowing that she would never say a thing. But even she questioned why you were attract to someone as timid as Bertholdt.

The two of your were complete opposites. You were loud, out going and sociable (to an extent) while Bertholdt was quiet, shy and easily embarrassed. But truthfully, it was his personality that made you fall for him over and over again.

But now, with you drinking, you started to recall what Reiner had said, about Bertholdt liking Annie.

You glared at the blonde from out the corner of your eye. What did he see in her? Oh, that's right, everything. Truthfully, Annie was a good girl. She could stick up for herself, she was intelligent and even a little pretty.

And then there was you. You thought nothing special of yourself. You were just another girl who Bertholdt saw as nothing more than a friend. Raising a hand to your chest, you gripped where your growing pain had started, trying to stop it.

You heard a laugh resonate from somewhere behind you. Not just anyones laugh though; It was Bertholdts. You could tell. It was like music to your ears.

Turning slightly you managed to catch a glimpse of the brunette. A small smile found it's way onto your face, before disappearing as you took another gulp of your Vine.

"Why don't you just tell him?" You choked on your drink in shock. Whipping your head around, you met Mikasas gaze.

"Heh, you're kidding right?" You laughed at her, returning to your drink.

She shrugged. "If you don't do something now, you might not ever be able to..." And with that she left.

You sat there, staring into your drink. You could feel the effects of the alcohol taking place, slowly dulling your common sense. Maybe she was right... But how could you get your point across to him?

After a few minutes, it finally his you. You gulped heavily, feeling your pulse skyrocket. Slowly getting to your feet, you started making your way over to Bertholdt, a feeling of worry forming in your gut.

Tapping him on his shoulder, you got the tall males attention.

"Oh! _______! Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He questioned. You shook you head.

"No, of course not just..." It's now or never you though, "Can I talk to you in private?"

"Yeah, sure." He gave you a questioning look as you pulled him away and into a spare room.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked, sitting on the bed, watching you. You took a deep breath and locked the door behind you. The clank of the lock caused him to get a little scared. But that was fine. You had a feeling he would.

You slowly walked over to him, before placing your self on him waist, straddling him.

"__-_____?" He stuttered. You could see a blush beginning to appear on his feature.

You craned your neck and leaned down a little, pressing your lips to his neck, softly kissing it. You heard a small, almost inaudible gasp escape his lips, causing you to smirk.

"________! What... What're you doing?" He sounded panicked.

You pulled away slightly and whispered, "Showing my love."

And that was it. That was all you wanted to do. You wanted to show your love, nothing more or less.

"No! You're drunk! You've had too much Vine! Jut get off me, and I'll get you home, okay?" Oh, poor innocent Bertholdt. You gripped his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed.

"Goddammit, Bertholdt, I know what I'm doing!" You were practically yelling at him, "I love you! I love you so much, and it angers me that I can't have you!"

You saw his eyes widen in shock. The two of you just stared at each other, unsure what to do now.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.

"Reiner said you liked Annie... So I... Didn't see any need." You confessed, blushing heavily.

"Not true..." He started pouting.

"There! You're doing it again!"

"What am I doing?" His voice yet again filled with shock.

"You're making me love you!" You hissed as you buried your face in his neck again.

"________..."

What you heard next was not what you expected.

"I love you too..." He murmured as you sat back up. You smiled widely and could feel your eyes starting to tear up with relief.

"Now... Are we going to do this, or...?" You were pretty sure it was just the alcohol making you brave, but you wanted this. His eyes darted to and fro, checking to see if you were messing with him or not.

However, no matter how many time he looked you over, all he could see was crave and desire, which could only mean one thing; You were being as truthful as you could get.

You waited for his reply, growing more anxious with each passing second, until, finally, he opened his mouth.

"... Don't expect to be on top for long." A small squeak left your lips as he flipped the two of you over, almost causing you to topple out of the bed.

He started attacking your neck, much like how you had done to him. His knee rested on the bed, while he moved your own legs to wrap around his waist.

You ran your hands up his chest, peeling away his shirt. You moaned as he found that one spot that ran shivers up and down your spine.

You felt him smirk against your skin as he targeted that one area. You could feel his own arousal growing, poking into your inner thigh, which only caused your own arousal to grow.

You felt his hand move to the hem of your dress, slipping under and touching you. He stroked you through your underwear. You bucked your hips slightly and gasped at the touch.

"My~ Wet already?" He murmured in a husky, yet seductive tone. You panted, unsure what to do now.

Bertholdt was ahead of you already, peeling off his own shirt and loosening the belt on his pants. However, this was going to fast for you.

Placing a hand over his, you stopped him. He looked up at you with eyes full of wonder, watching you as you slid your dress off your shoulders, letting it fall onto the bed before wiggling out of it.

You brought his hand, clasped in yours, up to your breast, urging him to touch you. Needless to say, he didn't fail to please you.

He squeezed you gently at first, as though if he squeezed to hard, you might break. But soon, he became comfortable with it and began thoroughly massaging you.

You felt his hand slip around your back and remove your bra fully, leaving him with the sight of your fully revealed breasts.

He pushed you back onto the bed and started at your breasts. He licked, sucked and nipped your bud, twisting the other with his hand, using his free one to stroke your core. Honestly, with how he was treating you, you were fine having an orgasm right then and there.

But you somehow managed to withstand the pleasure he sent all through out your body. You could tell he was getting a little impatient, and truthfully, so were you. Yeah, you wanted him to slow down a little before, but now, after all he put you through, you were done with slow.

You moved your hands down to his crotch, rubbing the tent that had formed in his pants. He grunted against your skin at the feeling.

Sitting back up, he started to remove the remainder of his clothes, before turning his attention to your panties; the only thing keeping him from his goal.

You gulped, realizing how far the two of you had come. Just minutes ago, the two of you were confessing, and now, he was about to take you. Surely this must be a dream.

"Are you ready?" He asked, readying himself at your entrance.

"If this is a dream, better enjoy it while it lasts." You thought. Nodding, you gave the signal that you were ready.

"It's... It's going to hurt, but just... Just bare with it, okay?" And with that, he started to sheath himself within you.

You hissed, gripped the sheets, trying to ignore the pain rippling through your body, but to no avail.

When he had finally reach his limit, he stopped, waiting for you to show you were okay.

Though you were gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut, you managed to faintly open one and catch a glimpse of a worried Bertholdt. You could see his concern for you, mixed in with the love he felt. And that alone managed to heal some of the pain, taking your mind off it.

After a few moments, you gave the signal, showing that you were ready.

Bertholdt pulled out slowly, and thrust back into you softly, but at the same time it was sweet. You could tell he was still afraid that he would hurt you, but you didn't want this. You wanted him to thrust into you so hard that you couldn't help but scream his name. And so, with that, you started begging and pleading with him.

"Bertholdt~ Hng~ Harder~ Please~" You moaned, and he complied.

Slowly, he started to pick up the pace and thrust harder and deeper into you. His grunts mixed in with your groans, creating a sweet symphony of sex that would only ever be heard by the two of you.

Every thrust brought about the threat of a sudden release, but the two of you couldn't care.

"Oh~ God~ Bertholdt~" You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him into you.

"Ah~ Goddammit, _______~ I'm close~" He grunted, picking up the pace, pounding into you with more force than you though he could achieve.

You opened your mouth, trying to tell him that you too were close to release, but your world suddenly came crashing down when you felt the muscles in your stomach let go.

You started to scream out in ecstasy, feeling yourself clamp around Bertholdt, but he moved his mouth over yours, preventing any sound from escaping.

A few more thrusts, and the said male squirted his hot seed into you, gasping as he did so.

He rode out the rest of your orgasm, before pulling out and laying next to you. He pulled you closer to him, and you nuzzled into his neck.

Confessions; What a funny little thing. Yet, isn't it strange how far it can go?