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“please ‘min, please. i’ll be so good, promise” you mewled, continuing your relentless, repetitive speech, knees digging into the floor as you moved closer to the man before you, cheek going to rest against his thigh while you looked up at him, maintaining eye contact at all times, knowing he liked that. you felt your heart flutter once armin’s hand fell softly at the top of your head, whining needily and gripping the fabric of his pants harsher, ending up resolving to silent begs through your desire imprinted demeanor, hoping that would be enough to get him to give into your pleas.

“you look pretty begging” armin simply responded, not showing any interest in actually succumbing to your requests — but you saw his words as a hint that maybe if you kept going he will give you what you seeked, mind racing and heart fluttering as you sat up better. you placed your hands on either side of armin’s hips, kissing over the fabric of his clothes, trailing from the middle of his stomach down to his pelvis, pecks heavy and carried with a desperation only armin could bring out of you.

“‘min please, please, i just want a taste, i’ll make you feel so good, i’ll do anything you want i swear” the strings of restless words infused in imploration that came from you were supposed to be embarrassing, your eagerness to have your lips wrapped around your boyfriend’s cock so high you should probably be ashamed of it — but you weren’t, and being quite frank, you didn’t think there was any actual reason to be, your relentless need to please him being one of your best traits in armin’s eyes, after all.

“is that so?” he asked rhetorically, pressing your face closer to his crotch, groaning at the sensation, bulge growing bigger and heavier the longer you desperately asked for him, the sight of your blatant enthusiasm endearing, or better yet, arousing. “what do you even like so much about my dick? are you just some pretty whore who only thinks about cock, is that it?”

“no ‘min, no. i only like yours, only think about yours” you replied hurriedly, pawing at his abdomen as you whined, aware he was only saying that to embarrass you, knowing that you both got off on the humiliation — even if in very different ways. “only your cock can make me feel good, only yours” you reassured, gasping excitedly once you saw armin’s hands drift down to the waist of his pants, undoing their button and pulling the fabric of his clothing down just enough to let his erection spring free, heavy shaft going to rest against your face, tip just above your brow bone and full balls mere centimeters away from your mouth.

“oh yeah? show how grateful you are for it then” you didn’t need to be told anything else to know what armin wanted you to do. greedily, you wrapped one hand around the base of his member, tongue spilling out as you licked a fat strip up the underside of his shaft, humming satisfied when you reached the flushed tip and pulled it into your mouth, sucking on it eagerly, lapping up any droplet of pre-cum that had threatened to drip down before it had the opportunity to reach your tastebuds.

“you like how it tastes?” armin asked, hands resting on his hips and eyes focused on your movements, posture straight and not a hint that he may want to change positions in sight. his voice was, however, starting to tremble, breath growing heavier as you devoted all your attention to pleasing him, sucking, licking and kissing his tip, lapping up his slit and drinking any bit of pre-cum that spilled, taking everything that he gave you.

“i do” you hummed, eyes locking with his as you squeezed the base of his cock just enough to elicit a groan from your boyfriend. “it tastes so, so good ‘min. i love having it in my mouth, love how it tastes and how it feels against my tongue” your voice was calm, steady, even if your rambling could be considered a bit too eager — not that you were thinking for too long before speaking in that moment anyways, simply letting out all the things your had thought about previously but never had the chance to express. “i love how warm it feels” you continued, lips sucking around his pink tip once more as you sucked on it attentively before you pulled back all together, moving his shaft so it stood perpendicular to your face. “love kissing and licking it” after the words finished leaving your mouth, you leaned closer to armin’s length, gaze still glued to his as you pressed tender kisses down his underside, going down before licking a stripe up one of the sides, kissing down that spot right after.

“oh yeah?” armin’s voice trembled harder and his breath faltered harsher the longer you kept stimulating him, each of your sentences sending waves of pleasure crashing down his body, each syllable making his heart flutter and his mind run in circles, indescribable arousal and even pride filling him the longer you spoke — the longer you worshiped him.

as a reply, you hummed, lips catching around his cock’s leaking tip before you moved downwards again, sucking on his balls instead, licking and kissing them just as feverishly as you had done with his shaft moments prior, loving the groans and moans you elicited form your boyfriend, watching through a — still increasingly — lust-coated gaze how he threw his head back, adam’s apple bobbing up as he swallowed hard, stuffing your face closer against his crotch, pushing you to keep going.

not many words were exchanged after that — not that many more seemed to be needed anyways. as you kept on sucking, swallowing as much of armin’s cock as your could, the tip of your nose eventually reaching his pelvis and pressing snuggly against it as you felt the corners of your lips start to sting, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from the effort you had been putting into pleasing the man before you for the last minutes, you found yourself absolutely lost in your own desire. you could only think about one thing — armin, about how good he felt inside you and about how bad you wanted to finally get a proper taste of him — and, although you couldn’t voice any of that in that moment, the message still got passed somehow, the silence falling over the room only being broken by armin’s dispersed groans and yet, still loud enough to continue passing on every little message you wanted to deliver.

“i’m close” he moaned, both hands placing themselves at the back of your head as he started to thrust his hips against your face, matching your movements — not more than a few sloppy slips of his dick into your mouth being necessary before armin was reaching his climax, warm cum spilling onto your tongue and fading down your throat, leaving behind a salty aftertaste that only got washed out once your boyfriend lowered himself to your level, knees buckling and legs trembling as he rested his forehead on yours for a few seconds, recollecting himself as the effects of his high still impacted him, eventually leaning over to kiss you tenderly, cupping your cheeks gently and holding you as gently as he could — that act the only one you needed to understand that even if he couldn’t push himself to say it out loud in that moment, armin still loved you more than he would ever be able to explain.

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“please ‘min, please. i’ll be so good, promise” you mewled, continuing your relentless, repetitive speech, knees digging into the floor as you moved closer to the man before you, cheek going to rest against his thigh while you looked up at him, maintaining eye contact at all times, knowing he liked that. you felt your heart flutter once armin’s hand fell softly at the top of your head, whining needily and gripping the fabric of his pants harsher, ending up resolving to silent begs through your desire imprinted demeanor, hoping that would be enough to get him to give into your pleas.

“you look pretty begging” armin simply responded, not showing any interest in actually succumbing to your requests — but you saw his words as a hint that maybe if you kept going he will give you what you seeked, mind racing and heart fluttering as you sat up better. you placed your hands on either side of armin’s hips, kissing over the fabric of his clothes, trailing from the middle of his stomach down to his pelvis, pecks heavy and carried with a desperation only armin could bring out of you.

“‘min please, please, i just want a taste, i’ll make you feel so good, i’ll do anything you want i swear” the strings of restless words infused in imploration that came from you were supposed to be embarrassing, your eagerness to have your lips wrapped around your boyfriend’s cock so high you should probably be ashamed of it — but you weren’t, and being quite frank, you didn’t think there was any actual reason to be, your relentless need to please him being one of your best traits in armin’s eyes, after all.

“is that so?” he asked rhetorically, pressing your face closer to his crotch, groaning at the sensation, bulge growing bigger and heavier the longer you desperately asked for him, the sight of your blatant enthusiasm endearing, or better yet, arousing. “what do you even like so much about my dick? are you just some pretty whore who only thinks about cock, is that it?”

“no ‘min, no. i only like yours, only think about yours” you replied hurriedly, pawing at his abdomen as you whined, aware he was only saying that to embarrass you, knowing that you both got off on the humiliation — even if in very different ways. “only your cock can make me feel good, only yours” you reassured, gasping excitedly once you saw armin’s hands drift down to the waist of his pants, undoing their button and pulling the fabric of his clothing down just enough to let his erection spring free, heavy shaft going to rest against your face, tip just above your brow bone and full balls mere centimeters away from your mouth.

“oh yeah? show how grateful you are for it then” you didn’t need to be told anything else to know what armin wanted you to do. greedily, you wrapped one hand around the base of his member, tongue spilling out as you licked a fat strip up the underside of his shaft, humming satisfied when you reached the flushed tip and pulled it into your mouth, sucking on it eagerly, lapping up any droplet of pre-cum that had threatened to drip down before it had the opportunity to reach your tastebuds.

“you like how it tastes?” armin asked, hands resting on his hips and eyes focused on your movements, posture straight and not a hint that he may want to change positions in sight. his voice was, however, starting to tremble, breath growing heavier as you devoted all your attention to pleasing him, sucking, licking and kissing his tip, lapping up his slit and drinking any bit of pre-cum that spilled, taking everything that he gave you.

“i do” you hummed, eyes locking with his as you squeezed the base of his cock just enough to elicit a groan from your boyfriend. “it tastes so, so good ‘min. i love having it in my mouth, love how it tastes and how it feels against my tongue” your voice was calm, steady, even if your rambling could be considered a bit too eager — not that you were thinking for too long before speaking in that moment anyways, simply letting out all the things your had thought about previously but never had the chance to express. “i love how warm it feels” you continued, lips sucking around his pink tip once more as you sucked on it attentively before you pulled back all together, moving his shaft so it stood perpendicular to your face. “love kissing and licking it” after the words finished leaving your mouth, you leaned closer to armin’s length, gaze still glued to his as you pressed tender kisses down his underside, going down before licking a stripe up one of the sides, kissing down that spot right after.

“oh yeah?” armin’s voice trembled harder and his breath faltered harsher the longer you kept stimulating him, each of your sentences sending waves of pleasure crashing down his body, each syllable making his heart flutter and his mind run in circles, indescribable arousal and even pride filling him the longer you spoke — the longer you worshiped him.

as a reply, you hummed, lips catching around his cock’s leaking tip before you moved downwards again, sucking on his balls instead, licking and kissing them just as feverishly as you had done with his shaft moments prior, loving the groans and moans you elicited form your boyfriend, watching through a — still increasingly — lust-coated gaze how he threw his head back, adam’s apple bobbing up as he swallowed hard, stuffing your face closer against his crotch, pushing you to keep going.

not many words were exchanged after that — not that many more seemed to be needed anyways. as you kept on sucking, swallowing as much of armin’s cock as your could, the tip of your nose eventually reaching his pelvis and pressing snuggly against it as you felt the corners of your lips start to sting, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from the effort you had been putting into pleasing the man before you for the last minutes, you found yourself absolutely lost in your own desire. you could only think about one thing — armin, about how good he felt inside you and about how bad you wanted to finally get a proper taste of him — and, although you couldn’t voice any of that in that moment, the message still got passed somehow, the silence falling over the room only being broken by armin’s dispersed groans and yet, still loud enough to continue passing on every little message you wanted to deliver.

“i’m close” he moaned, both hands placing themselves at the back of your head as he started to thrust his hips against your face, matching your movements — not more than a few sloppy slips of his dick into your mouth being necessary before armin was reaching his climax, warm cum spilling onto your tongue and fading down your throat, leaving behind a salty aftertaste that only got washed out once your boyfriend lowered himself to your level, knees buckling and legs trembling as he rested his forehead on yours for a few seconds, recollecting himself as the effects of his high still impacted him, eventually leaning over to kiss you tenderly, cupping your cheeks gently and holding you as gently as he could — that act the only one you needed to understand that even if he couldn’t push himself to say it out loud in that moment, armin still loved you more than he would ever be able to explain.

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you and armin had broken up months ago, the mark of a year since the end of your relationship closer than you felt like it should be, but somehow, he still lingered in your mind far too often. you had moved on, or at least tried to, found yourself a new partner, one just as loving and kind, one who by some coincidence also had pretty blue eyes and light blonde hair, one who by some funny trick of destiny had a sweet voice all too similar to armin’s and who even seemed to share some mannerisms with him. that was all just by chance though, obviously, the idea of chasing after someone simply because they reminded you of your ex absolutely delusional, right? either way, inevitably, he reminded you of armin, and as your new boyfriend hovered over you, eyes stuck below, attentive to how his hips crashed against yours and to how your bodies moved together, you couldn’t help but be reminded of your previous lover, of your first love, the one who taught you so much about life and kindness and even love itself, the one who for the longest time warmed your heart and made you feel cared for. the chances of you getting back to him were minimal, non-existing even, but he still occupied your thoughts even while someone else kissed down your neck and thrusted into you, the image of him permanently burnt into the back of your head to the point that even when you tried your hardest, you still couldn’t erase or see past it.

“you feel so good, baby…” your boyfriend murmured against your skin, moaning into you and holding you harder, his climax very obviously close. you wished you could reply to him, tell him that he also made you feel amazing and that you were just as close to falling over the edge as him — but none of that was true, because although he was the one on top of you touching you, he wasn’t the one you were thinking about, armin the one you imagined was pleasuring you in that moment. instead, you simply hummed, a low moan fleeing your lips as you looked elsewhere, eyes focusing on the ceiling above you, and as your brows furrowed, yet another mewl bubbling in your throat as you felt ropes of thick warm cum filling you, a single tear drew down your face, lids falling close as you restrained yourself from letting out anything else apart from wordless whines, scared you would accidentally moan your ex’s name. maybe that would be for the best, the realization that you were still too caught up on someone else hopefully enough to make your boyfriend realize you weren’t worth his time, a break up the best thing he could do for himself in that moment — but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to make that impending doom come any sooner into his life than it eventually would, not because of some altruistic reason like you not wanting to harm his feelings, but because as long as you were with him, you would always get a glimpse of what you and armin had, a glimpse of how he made you feel while you were his, and for the time being that seemed enough of a motive to keep toying with the feelings of someone who loved you so dearly.

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you and armin had broken up months ago, the mark of a year since the end of your relationship closer than you felt like it should be, but somehow, he still lingered in your mind far too often. you had moved on, or at least tried to, found yourself a new partner, one just as loving and kind, one who by some coincidence also had pretty blue eyes and light blonde hair, one who by some funny trick of destiny had a sweet voice all too similar to armin’s and who even seemed to share some mannerisms with him. that was all just by chance though, obviously, the idea of chasing after someone simply because they reminded you of your ex absolutely delusional, right? either way, inevitably, he reminded you of armin, and as your new boyfriend hovered over you, eyes stuck below, attentive to how his hips crashed against yours and to how your bodies moved together, you couldn’t help but be reminded of your previous lover, of your first love, the one who taught you so much about life and kindness and even love itself, the one who for the longest time warmed your heart and made you feel cared for. the chances of you getting back to him were minimal, non-existing even, but he still occupied your thoughts even while someone else kissed down your neck and thrusted into you, the image of him permanently burnt into the back of your head to the point that even when you tried your hardest, you still couldn’t erase or see past it.

“you feel so good, baby…” your boyfriend murmured against your skin, moaning into you and holding you harder, his climax very obviously close. you wished you could reply to him, tell him that he also made you feel amazing and that you were just as close to falling over the edge as him — but none of that was true, because although he was the one on top of you touching you, he wasn’t the one you were thinking about, armin the one you imagined was pleasuring you in that moment. instead, you simply hummed, a low moan fleeing your lips as you looked elsewhere, eyes focusing on the ceiling above you, and as your brows furrowed, yet another mewl bubbling in your throat as you felt ropes of thick warm cum filling you, a single tear drew down your face, lids falling close as you restrained yourself from letting out anything else apart from wordless whines, scared you would accidentally moan your ex’s name. maybe that would be for the best, the realization that you were still too caught up on someone else hopefully enough to make your boyfriend realize you weren’t worth his time, a break up the best thing he could do for himself in that moment — but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to make that impending doom come any sooner into his life than it eventually would, not because of some altruistic reason like you not wanting to harm his feelings, but because as long as you were with him, you would always get a glimpse of what you and armin had, a glimpse of how he made you feel while you were his, and for the time being that seemed enough of a motive to keep toying with the feelings of someone who loved you so dearly.

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