𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝘿𝘼𝙔 ఌ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ：𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛！
𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡： 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑟？
𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠：𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛，𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡
The timer on your oven dinged just as you finished arranging the last few pink heart-shaped sprinkles on a plate of freshly baked strawberry cookies. The smell of sugar and strawberries swirled through your cozy little kitchen, the perfect distraction from the gnawing feeling of spending Valentine's Day alone.
Your house was warm and inviting, with soft pastel decor and little touches of pink everywhere-just like your outfit. Your lace-trimmed pink sweater hung off one shoulder, matching your French-tipped nails and the soft gloss on your lips. But despite your usual cheerfulness, the sight of couples walking hand in hand through the neighborhood earlier had stung more than you cared to admit.
Then, your mind wandered to your next-door neighbor.
The man had moved in about a year ago, quiet but devastatingly attractive in a way that made it hard to look at him for too long. He was older, in his early 30s, and built like some kind of Greek statue, with golden blond hair that always looked slightly mussed like he'd just run his hands through it. Armin wasn't particularly warm; he kept to himself, often brushing off your chipper hellos with a curt nod. But every once in a while, you'd catch him watching you from his porch, those sharp blue eyes lingering in a way that sent a little thrill down your spine.
Deciding not to overthink it, you carefully arranged the cookies on a heart-shaped tray and tied a pink satin ribbon around it. It wasn't like you were going to confess your feelings or anything; you just didn't want to waste the day completely. Maybe Armin was spending it alone, too.
Taking a deep breath, you slipped on your fuzzy slippers and made your way out of your house, tray of cookies in hand. The chilly February air nipped at your skin, but you barely felt it as you approached Armin's door.
It only took one knock for it to open, and there he was, filling the doorway like he belonged there, his broad shoulders practically brushing the frame. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, the casual outfit doing nothing to hide how strong he was. His hair was slightly damp, like he'd just gotten out of the shower, and his sharp blue eyes locked onto you immediately.
"Hi, Armin," you greeted, your voice light and sweet. "I baked some cookies and thought you might want some."
For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then his gaze dipped down, taking in your cozy outfit, the way your sweater slipped off your shoulder..
"Cookies?" His voice was low, almost skeptical.
You held up the tray, offering him your brightest smile. "Yeah, it's Valentine's Day, and I figured... you know, maybe you'd like some company?"
Armin's lips quirked, but it wasn't exactly a smile. "You think I'm the type of guy who eats cookies?"
His tone wasn't unkind, but it was sharp enough to make your cheeks heat up. "Well, I thought—"
"Come in." He stepped aside, his broad frame leaving just enough room for you to slip past him into his house.
You slipped past him, careful not to brush against his arm as you stepped into his house.
It was minimal and clean, a stark contrast to the warm pastels and girly decor of your own.
His kitchen was immaculate, with hardly any signs of use.
"You don't cook much, huh?" you said, trying to lighten the mood as you set the tray on the counter.
"No," he replied, leaning against the opposite counter with his arms still crossed. His sharp gaze followed your every movement, making you feel like you were under a spotlight. "Not much time for it."
You turned to face him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, now you've got cookies. They're strawberry-flavored. I thought they'd be festive."
His lips quirked slightly, almost like a smirk, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Festive," he repeated, his tone dry. "You go all out for holidays, don't you?"
"I try," you said, trying not to let his tone get to you. "I just thought... maybe you'd like the company."
"Company," he echoed, his voice dropping slightly as he pushed off the counter and took a slow step toward you. "So that's what this is? You felt sorry for me?"
Your eyes widened, your hands immediately coming up to wave off the implication. "No! I mean, not like that. I just—"
Armin cut you off with a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through the room as he closed the distance between you. "Relax, sweetheart," he said, his voice softening just enough to send a shiver down your spine. "I'm just messing with you."
You let out a nervous laugh, clutching the edge of the counter for support as he stopped just a foot away from you. The air between you felt heavy, charged with something you couldn't quite name.
"You always this sweet?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips before trailing lower, taking in your soft sweater and the curve of your waist.
"I-I guess so," you stammered, the intensity of his gaze making your cheeks heat.
He tilted his head, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make your breath hitch.
"You don't look like the type to spend Valentine's Day alone," he murmured, his thumb grazing your jawline.
Your heart fluttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you replied, "I could say the same about you."
His gaze flickered to your lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
He hesitated, giving you a chance to pull away, but when you didn't move, he leaned in.
The kiss was soft at first-tentative, almost like he was testing the waters. His lips were warm and firm, his hand tilting your head slightly to deepen the connection. Your hands found their way to his chest, pressing gently against the solid muscle beneath his shirt.
It was... sweet. Unexpectedly so.
The tenderness slowly shifted, giving way to something hungrier. Armin's hand slid from your face to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his lips moved more urgently against yours. His other hand found the small of your back, holding you firmly in place as the kiss deepened.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as your knees weakened. His tongue traced along the seam of your lips, coaxing them open, and when you let him in
He broke away for only a moment, his lips brushing against your jaw as he kissed his way down your neck. His hands gripped your waist, firmly making you gasp.
"Armin." you murmured, your voice trembling as his lips found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.
He hummed in response, the vibration of the sound sending a wave of heat through you. His teeth grazed your skin, just enough to make you gasp, you felt his sharp smirk against your skin.
Your breath hitched as his hands slid lower, resting on your hips and squeezing gently. His touch was confident, deliberate, as if he'd been waiting for this moment as long as you had.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice softening just enough to send a pang of warmth through your chest.
"Yes," you whispered, your fingers sliding up to tangle in his blond hair.
lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. The cool surface beneath you was a stark contrast to the heat of his touch as he settled between your legs, his body pressed firmly against yours.
"You're trouble," he murmured, almost to himself, as his thumb traced lazy circles along your waist.
You blinked, your lips still tingling from the kiss. "Me? How?"
"You show up in this little pink sweater, with your cookies and those big, innocent eyes...And now look at you."
Your cheeks burned as his gaze flickered down to your parted lips and the way your chest rose and fell with each breath.
"Armin….." you started, but the way he leaned in silenced you instantly.
"Shh," he whispered, brushing his lips against yours in the softest, most tantalizing kiss yet.
"You're the one who knocked on my door, sweetheart."
Armin's hands were firm as they slid up your thighs, his fingers hooking beneath the fabric of your sweater. He tugged it over your head in one swift motion, leaving you in nothing but your lace-trimmed bra. His gaze lingered, his eyes darkening as they raked over your bare skin.
"You're gorgeous," he muttered, almost like he couldn't help himself. But there was no softness in the way he looked at you
His hands moved to the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with practiced ease before tossing it to the side. You barely had time to feel shy before his hands were on you, rough and greedy as they molded to the soft curves of your chest.
You let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders as his lips traveled down, leaving a trail of kisses over your collarbone and down the curve of your chest.
He lingered there, his tongue flicking over one of your nipples, drawing a broken moan from your throat.
"That's it," he said softly, his voice like silk.
"You're so beautiful like this," he said, his voice low as he rose to his feet again. He pressed his hand to your chest, guiding you to lie back against the counter as he stepped between your legs.
The broad head of him pressed against your cunt the big stretch of his dick made you wince at the pressure as he pushed in just a little, your nails digging into his forearms. He paused, his brows furrowing slightly as he watched your expression.
"That's it," he said, his voice rough, almost reverent. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart."
A whimper escaped your lips as he finally bottomed out, the fullness of your cunt was overwhelming. Your thighs trembled around him.
"You feel so good," he muttered, his forehead pressing against yours as he rolled his hips slowly, dragging himself out before pushing back in the sounds of his dick slipping in and out made you want to hide. “So tight, so perfect. You were made for this, weren't you?"
His words made your head spin, the heat in your cheeks spreading down your neck as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm. Every thrust was deep and precise, pulling soft, breathy moans from your lips.
"Look at you," he said, his voice rough with restraint. His hand slid down between your pretty shaking thighs your body, his thumb brushing over your clit moving in slow little circles . "You're trembling again can’t handle it, sweetheart?"
You shook your head, “oh! God arminn..”. Armin chuckled “ pretty pussy suckin’ me in, look at her baby”
You leaned your head down a little looking at the mess between the both of you, Armins stomach was coated with your juices, his dick all sticky with your cream. The coil in your stomach tightened with every movement, the overwhelming fullness of him making your head spin.
"Good girl," he said, his voice thick as his pace picked up, the sound of your bodies moving together filling the room.
“Fuck- armin..I can’t too big I’m gonna-“ your pretty little nails pressed up against his chest trying to push him away from abusing your cervix
“poor baby, c’mon ask daddy nicely” he cooed, rough hands grabbing your wrist pinning them above your head. His hips snapped against yours making pretty gushing noises from how rough he was being.
“Ugh! Please-“ before you could beg anymore your the knot in your belly completely snapped making a mess all over Armin, pretty juices coating his stomach.
“Fuuckk” he growled his hips stuttering, your cunt squeezing him in one more time. Feeling his dick pulse before completely spilling into you
As the two of you caught your breath, the room quiet except for your soft gasps, Armin slowly pulled out, his hands lingering on your hips as he steadied you. The weight of what had just happened hung between you, but his smirk returned as he straightened himself, wiping a hand over his face.
“Well, I’ll be sure to take more of those cookies next time,”
