⭑.ᐟ Armin Arlert x Male Reader Art Credit : warmiipalomaa
✶⋆.˚ Warnings : Ass eating, Cum eating, Cum in pants, Moaning, Oral, Facial, Slight degradation, Praise.
Armin Arlert and you had grown up around eachother, he was so hardworking, and he was always so polite. Both your parents were incredibly close, and that led to you two to become best friends.
You both got older, and the night before your junior prom. You and Armin started dating. Things were good, it was everything you wanted, he was everything you wanted. However, things soon turned sour. You changed, grew up, and Armin was still the same boy he was when you two where worried about staying out past curfew.
It was an idea that floated around in your head—breaking up. So it came as a surprise when Armin ended things. It was abrupt, it had little reasoning. He mostly rode off the fact he was going to college, hours away— it wouldn’t work.
Once Armin went to college, he never once crossed your mind. Only a distant memory, maybe one you’ll be reminded of when you see old photo albums. However, when he suddenly reappeared in town not a year and a half later. And then, did he catch your eye.
Once a scrawny frail boy, came back adorning muscle, ditching his bowl cut alas. You parents gave him work on their ranch, as they did to most boys his age. You and him hardly spoke, you didn’t exactly feel like entertaining conversation.
There was tension, it was bound. But in your mind, it was centuries ago, you were both kids, and you were both moving on with your lives. You always tried to be as friendly as you could, but soon realised this boy was trying far too hard to work his way back into your heart, so the act didn’t stay long. Most of your conversations were quick, thanks to you.
On this specific evening, your parents had him working late, just him. Your mother was getting dolled up, ready for her and your father’s night out. “Sweetheart, we’ve got some pasta left from dinner, might you ask Armin to take some before he leaves?” She peaked into the kitchen, looking over at you, sat on a stool infront of the island.
You nodded, with little intention to actually make an effort to get the boy inside. After they left, the house was quiet, silent. You paced around, the tv only keeping you entertained for so long.
The curtains drew back as you peeked out the window. Armin was tossing the last of the bales onto the back of the truck, you could practically hear the grunts from inside. You stepped away from the window, thinking for a moment, maybe you would leave him in after all.
You walked into the kitchen, turning on the hob, heating up the pot of pasta, when there was a knock at the door. You set your phone down, walking over and opening it.
The boy stood with his hat in his hand, a smile on his face that could bring a light to a dark room. “Hey.” He said, his eyes wandered over you. “Your mom said I could come and get somethin’ to eat before I leave.” He chuckled, brushing his hand over the back of his head.
“Yeah, some pasta, was just heating it up.” You stood away, letting him in. He placed his hat on the small table next to the door, waiting for you. You lead him to the kitchen, pulling out a stool for him to sit. “You can just wait here.”
You walked to the counter, taking your phone. The silence was awkward, you were hoping he would say something, but he seemed to have the same idea. “So, your parents gone out?” He already knew they were, why ask?
“Yeah, some dinner thing, rich friends from the club are hosting it.” You sighed, setting your phone down, leaning against the counter behind you. “Ah, I see.” He nodded, looking down at the counter.
“Haven’t seen you out there in a while, could use the extra hands.” He said, glancing over to the living room, the large windows giving view to the stable outside. “Been busy.” You turned around, switching off the grill.
“With?” He pried. You were almost appalled at him asking, this is the most talkative he ever was. His voice was suggestive, like he knew the answer and was hoping you’d say it, but his face still wore that harmless smile, like a sheep.
“None of your business.” You scoffed, spooning the food onto a plate. “You’re pretty close with that other guy, what’s his name.. Reiner?” He looked up at you, watching you as you slid the plate to him. A quick thank you from him.
“Yeah, and?” You furrowed your eyebrows, crossing your arms. Armin stabbed the fork into a piece of pasta, covering his mouth as he chewed. “Surprised your dad lets you near him, bad news him.” When the bottom half of his face was covered, you saw it. His eyes were like daggers, once wide and enigmatic, became sharp, his face was slightly titled down, it was more than out of character.
“Good thing I’m not a little kid, dad doesn’t exactly tell me who I can play with anymore.” You spat, hostile, an attitude lacing your words. He continued to chew, before clearing his throat. “Heard you’re going to school next year.” You almost rolled your eyes, you had thought the conversation ended, but if you wrote it on a brick and smacked him over the head with it— he’s still be oblivious.
“Yeah.” You said, careless, you weren’t interested. “What’re you gonna major?” “No idea.” “How do you not have any idea.” “Just don’t.” You were far too impatient to entertain him, he was like a never ending interview. “Alright, you don’t wanna talk to me I get it.” He shook his head, picking at his food.
“Exactly.” You said, raising your eyebrows as you walked into the living room. Still in his view, his eyes traced your body as you walked. He frowned, standing up with the empty place, placing into the sink.
He strolled into the living room, sinking down onto the couch. Your attention was on the TV, well— that’s where you were looking. You were solely focused on Armin. He was always clingy, you knew that, but he was never like this, so… confident.
“You and Reiner, are you—“ “Jesus, don’t you have to go home?” Silence fell, he glanced away, rubbing his head. “Got nowhere to be.” Does he ever take a hint.. “No, we’re not together, we’re hardly friends, we have sex, he wants it, I want it— that answer your question.”
He shook his head, scoffing. “What? Huh? What’s funny.” You pause the TV, glaring at Armin as he looked at you. “You’re easy.” Your jaw fell slightly agape as the words left his lips. “I’m easy.” You repeated, he nodded.
“How the fuck am I easy?” You spat. “Let me guess, he rocks up, flexes his arms, takes off his shirt once or twice and then what? You two stumble upstairs and all of a sudden he’s on top of you?” His tone was angry, like you had something to him, like you hadn’t been ancient history.
A deep breath fell from your nostrils. “You should go.” You said, collected. Armin narrowed his eyes, shaking his head. “Why, scared I’ll show you how easy you are?” He stood up, walking over to the other side of the couch. “What’s that supposed to mean.” You looked up at him, standing up.
Inches apart, your faces were practically touching. You never realised how tall he got, he wasn’t towering over you, but.. it was strange. “I missed you..” The facade dropped, his voice now a mumble. His hand hesitantly brushed your waist. You didn’t stop him.
You bit your cheek, looking away from him. “What’s he got that I don’t..” His voice was quiet, soft. His hand wrapped its self loosely around you. The smell of sweat from his body crawled through your nose like cologne. “Hm?” He was teasing, playing with you, he knew what he was doing, and he knew it was working.
“It’s not like we’re dating.” You almost scoffed, your eyes placed on an empty corner in the side of the room. His were on you, they weren’t moving. He took a step around you, his hand on your waist turning you as he sat onto the couch.
His palms rested above your hip. You didn’t move him, you didn’t ask him to stop. His eyes were begging you, that wide puppy dog glimmer he used to get when he’d get excited. His hands slowly moved you toward him, stopping, giving you a chance to stop it right here, or do the rest yourself.
You chose the latter. Your knees were resting on the outside of his thighs, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his forearm. He didn’t let his grip from your waist, keeping you steady on his lap. He moved his head to your ear, soft breath brushing against the skin. “Whatever he does to you, I can do it 10 times better.” You could have moaned at the words alone. Your teeth bit down on your tongue.
He slid your hand off his arm, bringing it to his chest. You fingers brushed against the button, fiddling with it till it opened. He wanted to kiss you so bad, you wanted him to want to. “Do you wanna kiss me.” You whispered, looking down at his chest as you moved to the second button.
He took a second, before moving his head down and towards yours. You jerked yours back, pushing his chest, his back colliding with the back of the couch. “I asked if you wanted to, not if you would.” You spat, you wanted him to, but if you kept it from him longer, he’d only want it that much more.
His heart was pounding, each rise of his chest making it more evident. “I want to, real bad..” He was looking up at you, his face flush with a scarlet twinge. Your fingers slid past the fabric of his shirt, brushing along the soft yet defined skin.
You leaned in, wrapping your lips in his. His hands quickly tightened their grip, guiding you toward him. He was so messy, his tongue slid around your mouth, the taste of you on his mouth was enough for a stiff pressure to push against your thigh.
Your hand slowly made its way down the buttons, leaving the fabric of the shirt in place. You tore your lips from his, he practically whined as you did. He was panting, he was desperate, so desperate that even a shuffle was enough to make him moan. He squeezed your waist, looking down as you undressed him.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this.” He panted, looking up at you. You smirked, your eyes lining what you could see of his torso. The way his abs curled when he moved, or the way his chest rose at your touch. “What are you—“ Your mouth engulfed his nipple, the shivers through out his body going straight to his cock, the twitching against your thigh only sending him over.
He moaned each time your mouth popped on his chest, your other hand running up his stomach. “Mm— you’re so— oh my god.” His words were interrupted by his moans, his hands traveled to the small of your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the waistband.
Your hips started to rock as his moans grew in volume, that enough could have made him— “Fuck— I’m cumming!” You yelled, gripping your sides, holding you in place. His squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to contain his orgasm. “Already?” “Uh huh.” He replied quickly, his hands still holding you steady.
You tongue slid up his chest, gliding along his jaw. You rolled your hips, his grip tightened again. He whined when he felt himself shoot cum across his leg, the friction of his cock twitching against the denim only helping him ride through his orgasm. You didn’t stop. Grunts escaped his lips as he pushed you down into his lap, his hips thrusting into you.
“Reiner usually lasts a little longer than that..” A sultry voice teased him, your hand softly gliding toward his waistband. His eyes shot to you, his breaths still heaving. “I’m not done.” He panted, letting his lips fall agape.
Your lips collided once more. His shirt fell from his shoulders as he climbed atop of your. Your shirt was coming off, and Armin didn’t waste a moment with his belt, dropping it do the floor. “What about lube?” You panted, pressing your hand against his chest. He paused, smirking.
He slid himself down to your stomach, looking up at you as he slid your pants down, lower.. and lower. Your cock jumped once it made contact with the air, a string of precum dripping onto your stomach.
Armin slid his tongue into your hole, his nose buried into your skin, his fingers gripping your thighs. You fisted his hair, your neck falling limp as breathless moans escaped. His hand occasionally slid to your cock, soft hands teasing your orgasm, just as you did to him.
He stopped, looking up at you. His thumb pressed against the flesh, pushing into it slightly. “Reiner ever do this?” He was smirking, fuck. “Nuh uh..” You mumbled, your eyes squeezing shut as his thumb slid inside. “Didn’t think so..”
His tongue buried inside you again, devouring the taste of you on his tongue. His cock throbbed, the cum seeping through his jeans with each one, still dripping from his tip. “Want me to fuck you?” He sat up, unbuttoning his jeans.
You nodded, heavy breaths pumping from your nose. “You won’t even say it.” He scoffed, pressing his tip against your hole, stretching the flesh. He hissed, squeezing his eyes shut, cursing to himself. “You say it for Reiner?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
He stretched you open as he pushed himself inside, slow, deliberate. “Huh? You ask him to fuck this pussy?” His words didn’t match his face, his endearing smile, kind eyes. “Yeah.. I— Fuck. I do.” You teased, looking down at him, your face twisting as he pushed himself into your stomach.
He leaned into you, his fingers intertwined in yours, holding them at the side of your head. His cock slid out of your hole, the tip still pressed against the flesh. “Yeah?” “Mhm—“ You whined at the absence of him inside of you, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.
“Then why are you so tight baby.” He whispered into your ear, his nose pressed against your head as he slammed his length inside of you. You gasped once he filled you, the feeling of his hips pressed against your ass, your hole pulsing around your cock.
His back rippled around your hands wrapped around them, holding his chest to yours. His mouth engulfed yours in a kiss, desperate moans passing through your mouths. His lips fell to yours neck, his teeth pulling and tugging on the skin as he left marks.
His pace quickened, tearing a whine from you as he slammed himself into you. “Mm— fuck I’m gonna—“ you cut yourself off, gripping the back of his head, your fingers entwining in his hair. He looked down when you came. He watched in awe as thick white ropes shot onto your stomach, onto his stomach.
He thrusted steadily, his hand pressing against your chest. Moans erupted as you rode your orgasm, breathless gasps, his name, incoherent curses. His rhythm got sloppier, the sounds from his mouth making a second orgasm seem feasible.
His thumb swiped along your stomach, coating it in your cum. He sucked the thick substance off his thumb, looking down at you. If you could see his face properly, you’d almost bet he had that damn grin. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside. “Shit—“ he caught himself on the side of the couch, his hand gripping it as he pushed himself inside.
“Where do you want me..” his whispered, ragged breaths, he was close. “Face.” He giggled, widening his eyes. “Huh—“ you pushed him off you, slipping off the couch. He sat up, watching as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, your tongue massaging his balls. His hips bucked at your tough, his hands covering his face as he moaned for you.
He grunted, his back arching off the couch as he came— again. His thick seed painted your face, flinching at the impact. His moans were so desperate, he’d wanted this for so long, and he didn’t even have to tell you.
He steadied his breathing, looking at you, admiring you, with him all over your face. He shook his head, chuckling helplessly. “It was worth the wait.” His eyes were low, glossy. You pinched his thigh, standing up. “Go shower before you leave.” He stopped you, standing up as you did.
One more kiss, messy, sticking. He tasted you, himself, every drop of his cum on your lips wrapping on his tongue. “Thanks.” He gave you a kiss on your cheek, his hand rubbing the small of your back.