"Please Don't Wake Me Up" --An Armin x Reader Smut
SUMMARY: You catch your roommate and best friend Armin having a wet dream, what will you do now?!
(Y/n) woke up to use the bathroom; once she finished using it, she heard a noise coming from the bedroom across hers: her roommate and best friend Armin Arlert's room.
They'd been living in a run-down apartment ever since starting university, deciding against staying at an overpriced dorm. They really enjoyed their time together, late-night chats and movies were a regular thing. All the stress of assignments was completely forgotten once they turned on their favorite movies and got their dumbest looking pajamas on. She could talk about absolutely anything with him; they shared a lot of hobbies, one in particular she loved was their shared interest in erotic romance novels. Armin never read anything downright raunchy, but he loved discussing deeply poetic books with her that may have included a bit of smut.
It was about 2:00 am, and she grew concerned as she began to hear his voice, deciding to move closer to his room to investigate.
She didn't want to take any chances, so she opened his door, immediately taking in Armin splayed on his bed, his shirtless body only covered up to the hips by his blanket. He laid in complete darkness cut through by the moonlight coming through his window.
His lips were slightly parted; (Y/n)'s face grew hot as she heard him softly whimper and groan in his sleep, his hands grabbing the sheets as he squirmed about. His eyes were shut, and he seemed to squint them even tighter whenever he'd grunt or sigh. He paid her no mind, completely asleep.
She stayed impossibly quiet, stunned as she watched and listened intently to his smooth, soft voice.
He mumbled something hardly audible, "(Y-y)...Ahhh~"
(Y/n) raised her eyebrows in shock; he seemed to have mumbled the first syllables of her name. She slammed the door shut when she finally realized what she was doing, rushing back to her room. She jumped on her bead and buried her face in her pillow, internally screaming.
"Of course he wasn't saying MY name, he could be mumbling anyone's name! Plenty of people's names start with that letter, or maybe it was just a sound or word!" she thought rapidly.
Despite her rapid train of thought, the main thing bothering her was the fact that when catching her roommate in a wet dream, she just sat and watched. The fact that she really enjoyed it sent her mind running for a loop.
She'd always thought Armin looked good. Back when they were kids, she'd always noticed how pretty his features were, and that he had a very feminine charm to him. However, after growing up, cutting his hair and gaining a bit of muscle, it really felt like he was the best of both worlds: a handsome, muscular guy with a soft, delicate heart. She'd only admit to herself that she thought he looked good, nothing else.
She didn't want to admit the way her heart jumped with joy whenever he was home, or how she'd purposefully wear cute pajamas in hopes that he'd notice, or how she'd give up all her studying time just to chat with him some more about whatever came to mind.
Dating a roommate would be messy, and the thought over losing her dearest friend Armin over something as stupid as her crush on him made her heart sink. It wasn't going to happen.
(Y/n) slowly lowered her hips onto Armin, his broad tip slowly stretching her out. He gasped, the warmth of her channel enveloping him like nothing else.
He grabbed the sheets by his sides, gasping and moaning.
As (Y/n) bucked her hips back and forth, he began whimpering the first syllable of her name, stuttering on the word. He cut himself off with a gasp as she suddenly began thrusting her hips up and down.
Armin jolted awake, his chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath.
He looked down to the massive tent beneath the blanket.
He sighed, leaning forward and burying his face in his hands.
"I can't believe it was just a dream again..." he muttered to himself. "What was that noise?" he thought.
He thought some more and realized the loud noise could be none other than that of his door.
"The only person who could have slammed it shut like that was... (Y/n)!" he suddenly realized, his face turning even redder than before.
He prayed with all of his heart that he wasn't very loud, and that his dick wasn't that hard the entire time she was there--speaking of, "How long was she there?!" he wondered desperately.
Hopefully she didn't hear anything, but if she didn't, what did she slam the door for?!
Friday night. It was 7:00 pm, and (Y/n) had finally caught up on all her assignments for the week, ready to relax. However, the instance from last week bothered her nonstop. She'd think of it randomly during class, in her car, in the bathroom, while cooking, wherever.
Her mind would wander, trailing into what would happen next if he woke up, and what Armin would do after being caught--
"(Y/n)?" Armin's voice called out from behind her.
She'd been successfully avoiding him all week; between work and school, there was no time to awkwardly discuss what happened the other night.
Her face flushed a bright red. "Yeah, what's up?"
"It's been a while, wanna watch a movie with me?" Armin asked with a smile. "It's alright if you don't want to, I know you're pretty busy--"
"I'd love to! I'll just shower first. Don't start without me!" (Y/n) demanded as she rushed out of her chair towards her closet, then the bathroom.
Armin watched her scurry away, his eyes fixated on her ass.
He ripped them away woefully. "Alright, I'll order some food," he yelled.
He walked away and flopped onto the couch, upset that (Y/n) seemed so on edge around him. He was sure she'd heard him that night, but he'd be damned if he ever admitted that he was dreaming of her riding him like a merry-go-round.
"Deny, deny, deny," Eren had told him last week when Armin confided in him about the whole thing. "Don't admit to ANYTHING, no matter what," he commanded.
(Y/n) got out of the shower and walked to her closet. She grabbed a pajama set out of her closet, a lacey blue one with a long tank top and mini shorts. She always wore cute pajamas lke this around Armin; nothing was going to change because of last week's incident.
However, (Y/n) wanted things to change.
She wanted to break through the tension, somehow.
(Y/n) walked into the living room and sat next to Armin, laying her head against his shoulder and complaining about her long week.
Armin couldn't focus on a word of what she said, instead becoming fixated on how her tank top stretched over her chest, and how tiny her shorts were.
The food they ordered came, the movie they watched was a classic, and everything was going smoothly.
However, during an intense scene, (Y/n) looked over to Armin, catching him staring at her. He immediately turned back to the TV, pretending it didn't happen.
(Y/n), who struggled to focus on the movie, asked him a question as to what was going on. She hated to bother him with stupid questions she'd know the answers to if she were just paying attention, but the silence between them felt stiff and stagnant; the air was twinged with the shared yet unstated knowledge of what happened last Friday night. He patiently answered her questions each time, seemingly appreciative of her efforts.
After a bit, Armin suddenly got up; "I need a blanket," he said.
"Hang on, this is a really important scene!" (Y/n) replied.
He ignored her and grabbed a blanket from his room, putting it over his lap once he sat back down, adjusting it to a strange degree.
Throughout a lot of the movie, he shifted uncomfortably; his breathing seemed uneven and strained.
"Hey, are you alright?" (Y/n) asked thoughtfully.
"I'm fine, don't worry," Armin insisted.
She replied, "Alright, whatever you say." Then, she felt a slight chill.
It was bold, but she decided she'd curl up next to him. "Share the blanket," she commanded as she pulled it over herself.
She laid her head on his shoulder once more, paying close attention to the way he stiffened at her touch.
They stayed like that for a long while, the movie playing before them only a piece of background noise to the real movie happening between the two of them.
In the film, the main character woke up from a horrific dream, clutching their chest as they tried to catch their breath.
Armin's eyes widened as he remembered how he woke up from his vivid dream last week, covered in sweat, even leaking slightly.
"You ever remember your dreams?" (Y/n) suddenly asked, her confidence boosted by Armin's clear uncertainty.
"What? Oh-- yeah, sometimes. Not much though."
"Really? That's kinda sad..." she started. "...You ever have really good dreams?" She smiled up at him. "Like, REALLY good dreams?"
"Deny, deny, deny," Armin thought. "Not really, whenever I remember my dreams, they're just-- weird, you know?" he replied, avoiding all eye contact.
"Uh huh..." (Y/n) tore her gaze away from his. "You sure?"
He turned away from her, hiding his face. "Yes. I'm sure."
(Y/n) heard a slightly stern tone in his voice, unlike anything she's heard from him before. Admittedly, it was very attractive, but her stomach totally dropped as she lost all the confidence she previously had; embarrassment flowed through her as she remembered that Armin couldn't possibly feel the same about her that she did about him. She backed away from him, beginning to apologize profusely.
After darting her eyes back and forth in an attempt to figure out her words, she began, "Armin, I'm sorry-- look, I walked in on you moaning and whatever and I'm like 99% sure you were having a wet dream but I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything," (Y/n) admitted quickly, "I'm really sorry, I was being stupid, making fun of you for something like that..."
Armin paused the film, then looked at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as his face was bright red. "That's all you heard, saw?"
"Well, I guess there was something else a bit strange-- but it's dumb, I won't say it."
Armin placed his hands on the back of his neck, elbows coming forward. "You didn't hear me really SAY anything, right?"
"LOOK, I heard you mumble something, that's it!"
Armin looked at (Y/n), a small, bashful smile appearing on his face.
He gently took one of her hands in his and kissed the back of it. He then looked into her eyes, the back of her hand still on his mouth. When she froze, he smiled against her hand. "You've been really strange all week; you know what I was dreaming about, don't you?"
(Y/n) raised her eyebrows in disbelief, and Armin simply nodded.
"What do you think of that, (Y/n)? You can be honest."
(Y/n) looked away from him, thinking of what to say. Her face was hot at this point, and the focused yet gentle manner in which Armin stared at her stirred up a pool of arousal in her lower belly.
"See, I get that kind of dream pretty often these days, always with you. It's a treat each time, I hope for it," Armin began. "I guess I was just pretty audible last time, I'm sorry about that."
"What-- no, don't be sorry! I'm the one who's sorry for staying and watching!" (Y/n) interjected.
"...Staying and watching?" Armin blushed.
(Y/n) brought a hand up to her mouth in disbelief of her insolence.
"I guess I don't need an answer of your opinion on it," he chuckled.
"You didn't hear me say that. I didn't say that," (Y/n) unconvincingly insisted.
"But I did..." Armin mused. "You liked it, huh?" Armin softly tucked a bit of (Y/n)'s hair behind her ear, sighing deeply. "So, want to hear more about my dream?"
Armin leaned in just a bit closer to (Y/n), the hand that just tucked the hair behind her ear moving down her shoulder, eventually reaching her waist. "I was really worried about some exam, so when you left in the morning, I was studying. By the time you got back home, I hadn't moved from my spot."
"That sounds a lot like you," (Y/n) giggled.
"Anyway, you slammed my bedroom door behind you and practically dragged me onto my bed, pushing me to lay on my back," Armin continued as he rubbed small circles on (Y/n)'s waist with his thumb. "You told me 'Relax Armin, you study too much'--"
(Y/n) interrupted after hearing Armin make her voice out to be much higher than it really was: "I don't sound like that!"
Armin laughed, insisting that she did. "I don't think that's the point of the story..." he defended. "Finally, you crawled on top of me and... yeah."
(Y/n)'s eyebrows were practically above her head by this point. She took a long pause to process everything she had just heard. "You stopped right before the best part," she joked.
"I feel a bit shy to say what happened next..." Armin admitted. "Why not just make another dream with you instead?" Armin leaned in even closer after asking that, gazing at (Y/n) with longing eyes. "...How does that sound, (Y/n)?"
(Y/n) kissed him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her as close to him as he could.
He kissed her tenderly; nothing about it was rough; however, it lasted for so long that by the time Armin finally pulled away, (Y/n) was gasping for air. Armin removed the blanket from the two of them, revealing the massive tent in his pants.
Before (Y/n) could even fully process it, he kissed her again, desperate for more. He gradually pushed her so far back that she fell against the couch, laying beneath him; nothing stopped. He continued wrestling her tongue with his, moaning into her mouth after slightly brushing his pulsing hard-on against her pelvis.
He pulled away once more; (Y/n) gasped for air again, her chest expanding widely with every breath.
"Ah, (Y/n)..." Armin breathed. "Don't wake me up, please."
He moved his face away from hers to press his lips against her neck; gentle pecks quickly devlolving into bites and sucks.
Whatever Armin did, he saw it through. After a bit of time, (Y/n)'s neck was covered in bit marks and hickeys; anytime she made even the slightest bit of noise, Armin would suck harder, continuing to grind against her until she was wet enough for it to start leaking through her shorts.
He brought his hand to the neckline of her tank top, forcefully pulling it down to kiss her collarbone.
The fabric wasn't stretchy, so (Y/n) grew concerned it'd rip. "Hey, hey, relax I'll take it off."
She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside.
Armin smiled, taking a deep, thankful breath at the sight of her without a bra on.
He kissed her torso all over; his warm hands caressed her breasts and gently pinched her nipples. Once they were perked up, he sucked on one of them, moaning as he swirled his tongue around.
He'd kept a consistent grind against her this whole time, but he'd have moments where he'd roughly buck his hips forward, aching to relieve the tension within him.
(Y/n) felt like she'd simply been laying back the whole time, getting loved all over. "You're so tense Armin..." she mentioned. Armin behaved like a trained dog that'd been waiting to eat for hours and was finally told that he could, completely ravaging the meal he was given.
(Y/n) grabbed Armin and forcefully flipped their bodies so she was on top; she grinded her thigh against him. "Here, let me try to be a little like the me in your dream..." she joked with a grin.
"(Y/n), you don't have to--"
"Just take this off." (Y/n) pointed at Armin's shirt.
Armin immediately complied, removing his t-shirt to reveal a lean, chiseled body underneath.
While sitting on top of his member and grinding against it, (Y/n) leaned down and kissed Armin on the neck, biting hard.
"Agh-- (Y/n), so, so good, mmh!" Armin writhed and whimpered beneath her, bucking his hips against her. As she continued her ministrations, he held her hips with a grip tight enough to leave marks.
(Y/n) raised her hips slightly and got off of Armin, opting to sit between his legs instead. She was mesmerized by the sight in front of her after she hooked two fingers beneath Armin's waistband and pulled his pants down then off him completely.
He laid back, propped up slightly by his elbows; his legs were spread wide in front of her, his shockingly enormous bulge tightly straining against the fabric of his grey boxers. After tearing her eyes away from it, she looked at his face.
He had a slightly pouty expression, his eyebrows furrowed in a way that made him look sad; (Y/n) knew that wasn't the case by how red his face was. His slightly disheveled blonde hair cascaded over his soft face; (Y/n) was starstruck.
She pressed her hand against his clothed member, taking note of the slightly damp fabric. "So, how long have you been having these dreams of me?"
"What-- you really wanna know...?" Armin muttered through hitches in his breath.
"Yeah, I do," (Y/n) replied, looking into his eyes. "I have a right to know, I think."
"Ngh-- I agree," Armin stated, struggling to respond because of (Y/n)'s persistence in teasing him. "Let me, ugh.. remember..." After (Y/n) slightly pulled her hand back, he leaned forward and grabbed her wrist. "Wait, please don't stop-- it's been happening since the start of the semester."
(Y/n) dipped her hand beneath his boxers and started drawing small circles around his tip. "Oh?"
Armin's mind was blanking; the sight of (Y/n) on her knees between his legs and the sensation of her hand on him was overwhelming, but he'd sooner die than let it end. "Yeah-- yeah, I'd always had a crush on you-- mmh, but the dreams only started after we moved in together..." he sighed. He leaned his head far back with a grunt when (Y/n) pulled out his dick from his boxers and wrapped her hand around it. She was amazed at the size; it looked to be about 7 inches long with an impressive girth. "You'd always wear those cute pajamas, and... I-- I didn't know what to do with myself," he admitted.
(Y/n) chuckled, "You're really cute, you know?"
Armin moved his head back forward to face her, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull when he watched (Y/n) move her hand beneath her shorts and pull it out again with wet, silky fingers. She rubbed her wetness against Armin and spat on his dick, beginning to stroke him slowly.
Armin's grip tightened on the couch cushion beneath him, his knuckles turning white. He whimpered loudly, his hips twitching against (Y/n).
"(Y-Y/n)-- agh... please, please-- don't wake me up, don't wake me up..." he begged, his moaning nonsensical.
(Y/n) backed up a bit, then leaned down so her breath hit Armin's tip.
"(Y/n), please..." he breathed, looking down at her with glistening eyes.
She took his tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around. He sighed, (Y/n)'s name constantly leaving his mouth as she took him deeper and deeper until his balls brushed against her chin.
"Mmgh... (Y/n), you're so good-- so warm, ahh~!" Armin praised.
(Y/n) gagged around him, but lived for the noises he made. She couldn't stop, wouldn't.
"(Y/n), sit on my face. 69 with me," he suddenly requested.
(Y/n) released his member with a pop. After wiping her mouth of her drool, she asked, "What? You sure?"
Armin simply nodded, so (Y/n) took off her shorts and underwear and crawled up his body, eventually turning around once her core was right above his face.
Armin looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He brought his hands up to (Y/n)'s hips and pulled her down, mumbling "Please don't wake me up please" until her sopping wet entrance landed on his mouth.
She gasped, leaning forward on her elbows to catch her breath. Armin kept a tight grip on her hips, licking and sucking her wetness with great fervor.
She caught his tip in her mouth again and lowered her head onto it until it was down her throat again; she started bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip and down the vein until she hit the base again. She bucked her hips against Armin's face as she felt the vibrations of him moaning around her clit.
He'd lick from her clit to the back of her hole, then probe her hole open with his tongue, then suck on her clit: an endless cycle (Y/n) rolled her eyes back to.
As (Y/n) deep-throated Armin again, he felt tears well up in his eyes; he was getting closer by the second, and so was (Y/n). So, imagine her surprise when he suddenly pushed her off of his face and pulled her face off his dick, pushing her to lie face first against the cushion.
She was laying on her stomach in front of him, and he grabbed one of her thighs, moving it up to expose her dripping folds. "(Y/n)..." he breathed against her ear as he lined up his throbbing member with her entrance.
He slowly pushed in, stretching (Y/n) out in a way she'd never felt before. She moaned, her breath shaky.
"You're so good, taking me in so well... I promise it'll feel good, (Y/n)," Armin assured with a gentle whisper as he continued pushing all the way inside until he bottomed out. He held one of her hands from the back and kissed her neck, urging her to relax.
She took a deep breath, her walls relaxing around him; she rolled her eyes back at how full she felt, unbearably excited for how it'd feel once he started moving.
At the feeling of (Y/n)'s relaxation, Armin started moving back and forth, almost sliding his shaft all the way out before pushing back inside until he bottomed out. (Y/n) sighed, the side of her face pressing against the cushion.
He continued this pace for a while, always seeming to push deeper inside than before.
(Y/n) arched her back and crooked her neck around as far as it'd go to look into Armin's eyes. Once she caught his eyes, she moaned, "Armin... harder~"
His dick twitched inside her at those words, and he began moving faster than before, each drag of his shaft against (Y/n)'s walls a testament to how big he was. He rose up off of (Y/n) to thrust his hips harder and faster than before, her ass beginning to clap from the force: music to his ears.
She grabbed the cushion beneath her tight, attempting to muffle herself with it.
As Armin began snapping his hips back and forth wildly, he leaned down and begged, "(Y/n), don't hide, I need to hear you...!"
She lifted her mouth from the cushion and moaned Armin's name over and over again, each syllable of her voice a guiding beacon to him.
He used one of his hands to reach beneath (Y/n) and draw circles around her puffy clit, causing her to practically scream.
She let out tearless sobs as he railed her to no end, begging him not to stop. At a particularly tight circle around her clit that made it in time with a deep thrust of his dick, she exploded, creaming all over the couch beneath them.
After she released, Armin thrust just a bit more before finally pulling out and stroking himself to completion, cumming all over (Y/n)'s back.
He fell on top of her, his warm, sweaty body the only thing grounding her in reality at the time.
Worried about suffocating her, he quickly got back up and rushed to the bathroom for a towel, wiping (Y/n) off once he came back.
After he was done, he helped her flip onto her back and kissed her on the forehead, smoothing over her hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to snuggle with her.
"I'm glad you got the blanket," she mentioned with a giggle as they laid on top of the now wet blanket.
Armin chuckled against her skin. "No problem."
Once they'd each fully caught their breath, and their hearts were back to their regular pace, Armin mentioned, "We need to get up and shower."
(Y/n) protested, saying she didn't want to get up yet.
However, Armin adjusted himself so he was in line with her ear and whispered, "It's not ending yet, you know?"
Upon hearing that, (Y/n) stood up and dragged Armin with her to the bathroom by his hand, slamming the door behind the two of them.
Armin opened the glass shower door and turned on the water, putting his hand under it to feel it warm up as (Y/n) leaned against the sink's counter.
In all honesty, she felt it difficult to stand.
After a while, Armin turned to (Y/n); "The shower's ready, come in."
(Y/n) heard what he said, but didn't process it, as all she could think of what how exposed she felt in that moment. Before, while they were definitely looking at each other, they were focused on... other things.
While it wasn't (Y/n)'s first time sleeping with someone, it was her first time showering with them afterward. She was nervous about being outside the haze of lustful passion, even for the tiniest moment, because it could leave room for Armin to question himself on what he just did, maybe realize (Y/n) wasn't all that worth it outside good sex.
"(Y/n)? You alright?" Armin asked.
(Y/n) stopped staring at the wall to look at Armin's thoughtful expression. She nodded; Armin sensed something was wrong.
"Hey, I promise it's okay if you want to shower alone, I'll wait outside the bathroom," he assured. "I'm sorry if I assumed anything."
(Y/n) shook her head, holding his hand so he wouldn't leave. "No-- it's nothing like that, I want you to stay," she insisted.
"Then what are you zoned out for?" he asked with a smile, his tone genuine and emphatically sweet.
(Y/n) took her hand off her elbow, her body taking on a less closed off stance. "You won't laugh at me, right?"
"Well," (Y/n) started, her eyes darting from side to side, "...I'm nervous about you seeing me like this. The light's so bright, everything's visible, you know?"
"I see what you're saying," he replied.
"Like, I don't know--" (Y/n) shook her hand around in a confused gesture. "I'm scared you'll think too much."
"About what? Fucking you too hard?"
(Y/n) looked at Armin with a shocked expression, her face turning red.
He chuckled shyly. "Oh-- sorry, forgive me," he pleaded as he cleared his throat. "Look, if you're worried I might think you're ugly, or regret what we just did, you're wrong. I wouldn't dream of thinking that way."
Armin wrapped an arm around her waist and gently urged (Y/n) into the shower, steam fogging up the glass as soon as he closed the door.
He gave her a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck and assured once more, "I think you're amazing, (Y/n), you can't do anything to change my mind on that. I've been yours for a very long time."
(Y/n) didn't know what to say. It felt like in all the time she'd spent thinking about Armin's wet dream, she'd forgotten that he was her best friend.
A sweet, unassuming boy-- well, man now, who'd never hurt anyone, especially not her.
She felt silly for thinking otherwise, even if only for a little while.
She took a deep breath and sighed, content. "Thank you, Armin. I really needed to hear that."
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and hummed, the pair happy to stand under the showerhead as the warm water coated them.
However, (Y/n) took note of the steam forming around them. She felt like she was in a foggy trance, the warmth of both Armin and the hot water aiding to build her a high but tender arousal.
She turned to face Armin, looking up at him with wet hair in her face as she placed her hands on her chest and rubbed her nipples slowly as he watched.
He covered his agape mouth, his eyes slightly obstructed by his wet hair. "(Y/n)..."
She looked down at his massive dick, taking in how it came back to life bit by bit.
She put her hand between her legs and softly stroked her puffy clit, moaning at how sensitive she still felt, but mostly to get a rise out of Armin. She then gathered her juices on her fingers and brought her hand back up.
Armin watched with awe, leaning in closer and grabbing her hand with both of his, taking her fingers in her mouth to lick up everything she had to offer.
He released her hand, moving to hold her tight as he gave one of his deathly kisses; (Y/n) swore she felt slightly faint after all the time Armin spent pushing her tongue around with his. She felt it unnerving how good he was at it.
He grinded against her the entire time, grunting into her mouth when he felt how sensitive he was getting.
He abruptly grabbed her hips. "Wrap your legs around me, please," he breathed.
(Y/n), with Armin's strong support beneath her, made a little hop and wrapped her legs around Armin's waist, becoming completely sandwiched between him and the wall.
She hugged him around the neck, burying her face in it to kiss it all over.
He lined his now-hard member with her entrance and slightly lowered her, impaling her on it entirely.
She bit on his neck to release the tension inside her, the concentrated pain of him entering her at such an angle quickly turning into pleasure as she relaxed her muscles.
He thrust his hips down, holding her in place as his dick nearly came out of her then went balls-deep again, over and over.
When Armin started, he'd go so slow but so deep in a way that made (Y/n) nearly scream for more.
She pulled her head back and kissed him, trying to match his intense pace.
She moaned louder and louder, touching him all over to probe him into moving faster, and it worked.
He held her in place nearly effortlessly, thrusting his hips down only to slam them back into her and hit her g-spot each time.
Their wet bodies where silky against each other, a perfect mold. The water coming out of the shower was nothing compared to the fountain coming from between (Y/n)'s legs, and Armin was direly obsessed with it; he reveled in the "squelch" of each stroke, the sounds of their passion only driving him closer to the edge.
"(Y/n), touch your clit, I can't reach it this time," he begged, as his hands were occupied with holding (Y/n) in place. "Let me hear you finish again-- please, (Y/n), I need it..." his voice shook, his pace was ever consistent but his thrusts grew harder by the minute.
(Y/n) leaned against Armin, making sure her mouth was close to his ear. She held Armin tight with one arm and used the other to move her hand between her legs and stroke her swollen clit in time with Armin's thrusts.
With how fast he was going, matching his pace meant quickly flicking her clit with the pad of her finger, something that made her eyes roll back.
She bounced up and down against the wall, her vision growing hazy as Armin rammed into her nonstop. Her back arched against the wall as she felt herself getting close; her walls clamped down on him and her body grew limp as she relentlessly squirted around Armin's shaft.
She cried out Armin's name nonstop, praising him with all her voice box would allow.
He whimpered softly as she clamped down on him, only a few thrusts away from finishing. While still holding her, he pulled out, and (Y/n) stroked him vigorously until he came all over her.
Armin slowly put her down on the shower floor, getting onto his knees with her.
They caught their breath, holding one another tight; the sight of (Y/n) covered in his cum made Armin want to cry of joy.
He buried his face into her wet, sticky chest.
"Please, don't wake me up," he begged.
