A/N: Alright Perverts! Here is my first try at smut! 10,000+ words of- I don't even know what the heck this is! Holy crap I can't believe I managed to even do this! Damn! All I do know is that it's smut and dirty and it probably has errors, and I'm tired and-I don't care, IT'S SMUT! Why the hell should I care?! Can you tell I'm tired? I think I'm tired. I don't know, I'm rambling so I must be. ANYWAY! Read at your own risk and either Love it, Hate it, I don't care, just tell me what ya think for a first official try, will ya? I slaved over this, it's the least you can do, right? Actually, I don't really care, I'm just so glad to have this out and get on with the next one!
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A Game
She hadn't meant for this to happen; truly she didn't. Yet the fact of the matter is that now, this had become routine. Exactly like how one would be eager to get through each beautiful page of a well written book in the limited amount of free time they were allowed. Having her fingers brush through each plane of this book's fragile paper, learning the meanings behind the letters and symbols that spoke out in volumes. Sometimes hushed and sometimes loud, depending on the situation. Her fingers pulling and tugging at the corners, eager to learn more and more of what was to be told through sighs and moans. It was exactly like that for her, but while there were many books with many more pages, not one was like the one she held in her hand, fingers caressing down his wonderful spine while the other trailed further down.
"A-Annie, this isn't fair...!"
"Then fight, Arlert. Flip our positions." she answered, voice leveled and calm as she stared down at him.
Armin flinched and struggled to move when he feels her grab him from behind forcing him to let out a long, strained groan.
How this had started out in the very beginning was actually pretty simple. She had been partnered up with Armin Arlert for hand-to-hand combat. At first, her immediate thought was to ditch the exercise and it looked as though Armin was thinking of doing the same thing. She could see how he fidgeted nervously with the wooden knife in his hands and how his legs shifted from one to the other anxiously. The boy was just dying to get away from where he was at the moment and had Annie been her normal, usual self, she would've granted him his wish and stomp away, but she had stopped herself.
He was still looking at her, gauging her, trying to decipher what it is she was planning to do. And it was then, that she noticed how positively drenched and out of breath the boy was that day. Sweat rolled off him in small bullets, sliding down to his chin and dripping onto the dusty ground. His normally neat hair, was disheveled and sticking out in awkward directions, giving him a sort of wild look. His clothes were sticking to his skin; so much so, the white cloth couldn't hide much from her sharp eyes. It looked very uncomfortable, but she could clearly see the way his chest rose with each tired breath. Could see the gentle contours of his ribs cling to the damp cloth of his stuffy uniform, for some reason or another, it interested her.
Before starting out the training, everyone had been forced to do a merciless amount of laps since the night before Shadis was pissed as hell when he came upon, surprise, surprise... Eren and Jean scuffling about in yet another fist fight in the Mess Hall. Something about one insulting the other based on looks and actions or something like that, or so someone told.
Having broken a few tables and injuring a sad bystander, Shadis decided that everyone would pay by not only repairing the damage and cleaning the mess, but also doing laps followed by the usual training routine for the rest of the evening until dinner the next day. Which of course made everyone hate the two knuckleheads for a while, something that, obviously, neither cared about.
Back to previously said training, it wasn't like Annie was a part of that event. She had been in the Girl's Barracks with a few others, trying to get some more sleep, so to hell with the extra effort. It wasn't her problem. Why the hell should she be forced into someone else's punishment? She'd done the running, but the hand-to-hand combat was another thing. Other than Ackerman, there was hardly anyone else who could put up an interesting work out for her. She tried of course, at the very beginning, but partner after partner it was the same disappointment. Even Eren, who seemed to be a quick learner and never once failed to surprise her at least one or two times during, had eventually become a bore.
Now though, seeing the small blond boy in front of her watch and wait for whatever it was she would do, she seemed slightly amused. He obviously didn't look much like a fighter, that was one thing, however, there was just something odd about him; something she couldn't quite place. The two of them didn't really know each other that well, seeing as she preferred to be alone and Armin usually stayed with Eren and Mikasa most of the time. So, there wasn't much for common ground aside from mutual respect. Occasionally she'd catch him talking with the others from time to time, helping them with studies and offering advise on how to overcome this and that, be it in academics or otherwise. He would sometimes also help her too, though indirectly.
To put it simply, Armin was basically a very friendly and social guy, extremely easy to talk to no matter who it was; guy or girl.
Annie, on the other hand, was not a people person by any means, that much was certain, but she never once had a problem with Armin. He was smart, he knew his boundaries, he was and still is a respectable guy, even if he wasn't much for muscle. And perhaps that's what made her interested in the first place.
He, possibly the weakest male in the group, was paired up with one of the strongest females. Of course that idiotic Instructor had to know that he'd have no chance against her. Not even Reiner could beat her. What could poor little Armin Arlert do to her?
Absolutely nothing, but there was so much she could do to him.
"Hey Annie?" he called tentatively.
For a moment, Annie was brought back from her musings. Her eyes hardened into an annoyed glare making the young lad flinch at the severity of it. From his point of view, she looked absolutely pissed, murderous even. As if one wrong move, one wrong word and he'd have his back flat on the ground in an instant, with a black eye to boot. He gulped down the apprehension from his throat and proceeded with caution.
Cautious like the prey thrown in a predator's pen.
"W-we don't have to do this if you don't want to. I could come up with an excuse or something if you'd much prefer to-" she cut him off before she really knew why.
"No."
"N-no...?" he winced at her tone. He knew what she was capable of, this was Annie Leonhart for crying out loud. He saw what she did to both Eren and Reiner and he most certainly didn't want to go through the same thing, especially in hand-to-hand combat!
"No." she confirmed. Stretching out aching muscles as she prepared herself for what little work out she'd receive. "Come on. Let's begin." It came out in a sigh, bored, dull, and hopeless. Yet she could feel a sort of excitement enter her, rush through her veins and ready herself for whatever action would come her way.
She heard the small squeak of fear pull from his throat as she got into a stance. Blue eyes locked onto the worn, yet sharpened, wooden knife in his hand. "Anytime you're ready." she affirmed, waiting for him to come at her. Yet Armin stood stock still, legs close together and stiff with his hands holding onto the knife as if his very life depended on it. Oh she knew he didn't want to do this, she's seen him train with others and he, more often than not, was left with bruises and scratches that looked far too brutal for an exercise of this caliber to deliver. She didn't know why, but training with him seemed to promise more results. Not for fitness, skill or strength, but for something far more greater than all of them.
Something that wouldn't bore her. Something that excited her.
Armin sighed, seeing as the girl wasn't going to let him off easy as many others have before. "Alright." He held the weapon in one hand and looked around her for an opening, anything that he could possibly use as a leverage. Seeing no such opening, he quickly resigned himself to his fate of torture and pain. Alas, even he knew she would greatly overpower him, no matter what he did. So in hindsight, what really was the point? He was good at coaching, showing where one could adjust their weight and strategy, but this? He may have the brains, but he certainly wasn't one for brawns.
Well whatever, as soon as he did it, they would get closer to ending this fruitless training and he could go on limping to the infirmary sooner.
"Here goes nothing..."
With one last rueful breath, he charged forward, knife pointed directly for her chest, straight for the heart.
Annie watched him for a few more long moments, hands flexing and waiting to grab onto his and flip him over. She hadn't been thinking on how to overpower him without actually hurting him, since she didn't really believe in "going easy" for anyone. And so, once he was in range she lunged forward, grabbed his wrists and twisted them around, using her weight and legs to slam him onto his stomach. A winded gasp escaped him from the impact and she sent him a disapproving glare from behind.
"Is that it?" she growled close to his ear. He flinched at the harsh breaths coming from her as he struggled to get out of her grip.
She was sitting on the lower part of his back, her hand holding onto his wrists until the knife fell out of his grasp.
She had seen how exhausted and winded he was after the laps and though she was more fit and light herself, she was also in the same boat. Armin could practically feel her beating heart pound against his back with how close she was. The feeling making him jump and hold back a gasp. Not only that, but he could've sworn he felt her own sweat drip from her face onto his. He gulped nervously as he became even more aware of details, most wouldn't even think of noticing in these hellish drills. Like how her chest rose up and down and brushed against him in an even rhythm or how her pelvis was rubbing up against him, just above his bottom.
"Okay, okay! I lost!" he cried, hoping she would get off him and let go of his wrists.
But little did he know, that Annie had froze. Her knees were on either side of his body and she was seated firmly on his lower back. She didn't realize how badly they were drenched with sweat until he started to struggle. His writhing hips were rubbing uncomfortably against her tight clothing, the damp fabric causing an annoyingly strange friction to disturb her. It ran against her, moving forward and back, repeatedly brushing against something she couldn't quite remember.
Obviously not knowing how to deal with that, she had unconsciously rolled her hips forward. It was innocent at first, she was only trying to rid the chafing, but it had sent an odd tingling current to stun her. Not only that, but the boy had also reacted to the sensation her oblivious action caused.
He felt her rub up against him and his body reacted instantly. He squeaked again, voice higher in pitch that it startled Annie out of her temporary heated haze.
"A-A-Annie!" he whispered harshly, throwing his head to the side to try and look at her. His face couldn't possibly get any more hot than it had now. He was completely red with sweat still clinging on his face and hair. "Don't do that!" he reprimanded which made the girl blink in confusion. Looking around, he was heavily relieved that no one had taken notice of them. Too caught up in the sweltering heat and the shoving of bodies and knives to care for others around them.
"P-please get off me now!" he begged, still squirming to ease the ache on his back and from... Other parts of his body.
Still not quite understanding what just happened, the short girl complied silently. Taking care to get off slowly so as to try and not repeat what had happened prior.
Then again, she had to wonder, what did happen? Curious, yet disappointed she took the knife from the ground and rose to her feet, Armin following close behind. Turning around she was about to call everything quits, that is... Until she saw that Armin was acting unusually skittish. He was glancing around everywhere and seemed to be trying to find an escape route. Raising a curious eyebrow, she flicked the knife upwards and caught it, repeating this action until he took notice. His usually fair skin was still flushed a deep red, but she automatically thought it was from the heat.
Well she was right, but as to which heat was the real question.
Clearing his throat, Armin opened and closed his mouth stupidly. He shuffled a little and his eyes were darting everywhere as if he were fighting with the words he was about to use. His eyebrows furrowed into an uneasy and desperate expression all while holding onto a shaky smile. It was obvious to her that he was trying to retain some sort of normalcy after whatever had just happened and to add to it, his hands were clasped together in front of him. Tight with white and trembling knuckles. That was certainly not a position they should be in for training such as this.
"Um, h-how about we call it a day?" he asked sheepishly, completely disregarding the fact that this was mandatory training. There was no "calling it a day" until instructed to do so. That aside, she could see he desperately wanted to get out of there, for what reason, it escaped her. All she knew was that now, she just wanted to keep going and figure out what it was that had the poor boy near tears and desperate to leave.
"No. It's my turn now. Get ready." she demanded as she grabbed the knife at the hilt and prepared herself for offense. When Armin made no move to ready his hands, she tilted her head to the side in confusion, a single eyebrow raised. His lips were trapped between his teeth and she could see a trickle of nervous sweat trail over and fall into his mouth.
Nevertheless, she charged forward, knife in hand and aimed at his throat.
Armin jumped at how fast she was coming for him. He groaned when something else seemed to jump inside him as well. He yelped at the sight and for a split moment was conflicted with whether he should remove his hands from their place or take the pain that would no doubt cause respiratory issues. The matter was ultimately decided when she was but an arm's length away and his hands flew up to try and deter her unyielding grip on the measly weapon. Another more fearful yelp escaped him as she rammed him down into the unforgiving earth, one arm slammed against his chest and the other hovering the tip of the wooden blade over his neck. But that wasn't what had him breathing heavily and quivering like a frightened rabbit.
No, what Annie failed to notice was that her knee had shoved itself up between his legs as she jumped him. It was pressed up so close against his privates that poor Armin could do nothing but whimper and shiver at the harsh contact.
"A-Annie...!" he begged trying hard to hide his apparent arousal with harsh whispers and shaking hands prying for the tool. His pants felt far too tight for his liking that he was forced to move and wriggle lightly against her; trying desperately to soothe the aching pressure building up. Even as her arm bruised his rattling chest and the knife poked into his parched throat, he couldn't feel anything more prominent than her knee pressing hard against his crotch. "I-I think we're good!" he whispered sharply. "You can let go now, I lost!"
However, as much as Annie was oblivious as to why he was acting this way, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it. He looked positively pained, squirming and moving around underneath her. His face was red and his breathing was harsh against her face as she leered down at him. His hands were trying hard to push her off, but all she could gather was how pleasant it felt to see him look so, well, vulnerable. It was never like any of the others, who shook the dust right off and tried again or went off in search of a new partner.
No, this was different. Armin was weak, but even he never went like this when training. She's seen him with Eren, Mikasa, Connie, Jean; the whole lot of them and never once had he begged or looked the way he did as he has now with her. Red faced and quivering just by simply being locked under her. Stammering and rushing to get through this when he was known to take his time and assess each obstacle thoroughly no matter how hopeless, because that's what they were trained to do.
Such was not the case now.
She wanted to know why that was, she wasn't hurting him as bad as the others. Well, she probably was and she just didn't know it, but all she had on him was her arm. What else could it be?
Curious, she shifted a little moving her knee-
"Eep! Annie...! S-stop..." He dragged out the last word, low and unusually husky.
Her eyes widened at that. What did she do? And did Armin just moan?
Darting her eyes, she looked for what she may have done to cause such a reaction and it was when she looked down between them that she finally got her answer. Armin's hands were at her shoulder and sternum so there was no way for him to hide the bulge growing underneath his pants. Now any girl at this point would've either been disgusted or laughing hysterically at the sight, but Annie was more curious than disgusted or finding this situation funny at all. Curious because it was very much noticeable that she couldn't help but stare at him for a lingering moment.
Against her better judgment and the fact that anyone could've looked in their direction and see what was going on, she reached down and gently flattened her hand against him. Glancing upward she heard Armin wheeze out a startled yet undeniably pleasured breath at the feeling of her palm brushing up against his erection.
"How did this happen?" she seemed to purr as he struggled to get out from under her. When he didn't answer immediately, she added more pressure, enjoying the look of pleasure mixed with mortification burn across his reddened face. "Hmm?"
As expected he was unbelievably warm and hard underneath the clothes, she was utterly captivated. His usual wide eyed expression had been replaced with a heavy lidded look of lust and embarrassment. In her opinion, he looked adorably delicious; red and slick with sweat.
"I-I... d-don't-Mmphhhh!" he shoved a hand to his mouth to stifle a moan as she continued to knead her palm against him.
"Don't lie." she warned, feeling him through the thin fabric. Hard, yet so sensitive at the same time, the feel of him only made her more curious as to how she got him this way. Stroking her fingers up and around the hardness, she gently nudged her knee up again, careful to keep a look out for anyone pausing in the exercise. She watched as more sweat beaded over his flushed skin, dripping down and further dampening his clothing. The heat of the sun was indeed brutal, but she couldn't be more grateful for its intensity. The white of his uniform gave way to his skin clinging to it, leaving him almost bare to her eyes.
Continuing her curious ministrations she was just about to drop the knife and reach a hand out for his heaving chest. Wanting to feel how-
"ATTENTION!"
She was barely able to suppress the snarl hovering behind her lips at the sound of the Instructor.
Immediately, she pulled back her hand with a gentle, parting caress and tears herself away from the shivering mess that was Armin Arlert. Grabbing the collar of his shirt she hauls him up with her. Jumping at the contact that brushes between them, he quickly moves closer to her, hoping to hide the lasting remnants of what had just transpired between them. He looked even more exhausted and worn out than he did before, and now having to deal with this? Whereas Annie is straight face and attentive when she listens to the obnoxious barking of Keith Shadis currently shouting at them to clean up and prepare for dinner.
She won't deny that what she did to him awoke something in her. A near dead desire that longed for that flittering sensation pooling in her abdomen and blooming down to where she could feel a faint throbbing sensation pulse beneath her underwear. As they all parted and headed straight for the showers she could feel the need to clench her thighs together, creating that irritating friction to wreck havoc in her senses down there, longing for something she had yet to learn.
This was surely not the end of her fun with Armin. He had thought that their partnering up that day was a one time thing, but now when they had time to train or were assigned different training exercises, she would always force him to partner up with her. Making sure to catch him before he could look for anyone else. Normally, something like this would never even cross the blond boy's mind in a million years, he wasn't even sure if girls liked him in that way or not! But it seemed Annie was very much interested in him and it wasn't like he had much choice in the matter anyway, no choice but to follow her and try to seem unbothered in the slightest.
But it did bother him, at least in the beginning. She would tease him relentlessly, throwing in curious touches all over his person and eliciting high pitched squeaks and surprised yelps that he feared someone would look and figure out what they were up to. Surprisingly, he had found out that Annie was very thorough and discreet in her ways. Making sure whatever she did looked more like a merciless shove of a wooden object or a punishing thud of a punch or kick.
No one had caught on and it was then that Armin began to feel a sort of rush from it.
Now the point to all this? Well, according to Annie, it was much like an exercise or more accurately; a game. If Armin can take the knife from her, or in this case, flip their positions, he would win. And Annie? Well, she was winning all throughout each session, learning new things about the boy underneath her. What parts of him were sensitive and which weren't, what made him cry out louder or softer depending on their surroundings. On rare occasions when both were absolutely sure no one could see or notice what it was they were doing, usually taking place in special tasks that demanded going from one place to another on horseback or with the 3DMG, they'd kiss.
Catching him off guard with a rough shove of her hand, she'd fondle him mercilessly through his pants until he opened his mouth, just a second away from a loud gasp or moan and she would cover his mouth with her own.
Moments like these were her absolute favorite. She could feel his desperation and need fight against her with his tongue rubbing and caressing against her own, locked in a battle for dominance which, much to her surprise and pleasure, he always won. It was these points that sent the most rush of pleasurable pangs to sink down to her loins and force her to grind her hips up against his own, back or front. She would grind out each thrust, slow and deliberate, to draw out as much friction as she could forcing Armin to respond back with an eager jerk in her direction.
Needless to say, Annie was completely enthralled in learning more and more about Armin. Be it physically or personally. When she had her fun of him and brought him to release in private, he would try and repay the favor in kind, shaking hands curling over the tempting curves of her hips swaying against him. Yet each and every time, she would gently grab his wrists and pull them away as she leaned closer to his ear. Mouth hot and breathy.
Always, she would taunt him with the same words every time: "Not until you win." she'd whisper softly with fingers playing with the open space of his pants and knees coming up to tempt him further and further. And then they'd stop, him relenting to her game and her waiting patiently for when he would succeed, thighs tight and urges running rampant deep in her throbbing core. In those lapses of hushed silence, he would speak to her and she would quietly listen. Sometimes being genuine and sometimes being far too drunk in her heat that she'd imagine him speaking of other things and touching places she had only explored herself.
Though typically afterward, she would have to ease her frustration in the discretion of a secluded area away from everyone else on days or nights she couldn't handle it. Always wary of the people around, always watchful for eyes or bodies not wanted in the vicinity of her personal space. Making sure her game with him, always him, never anyone else, would still be alive for the next session and the one after that.
And still, Armin had yet to shove her beneath him.
Now back to the current matter at hand, Armin was still pinned to the ground with Annie straddling him from behind. For once, they really were alone, lost in the safety of the trees and the winding vines of greenery far too thick for anyone to guide their way through in the young night with an absent moon. When Annie had come to realize that the obvious path was no longer in view and the silhouettes and voices of the others were no longer around, her eyes grew dark with desire and eyed the boy beside her. Armin was too busy looking for familiar faces tell-tale sounds to realize she had him in her sights. Of course it didn't take much to get lost in the wilderness and it should've worried her, but Annie was confident they'd find the others sooner or later. And she was definitely counting on that "later" very much.
Without warning she tackled him to the ground and forced his legs apart, one hand flying down to grab at him while she seated herself upon his back, much like the first time.
"Annie!" he whined, struggling and shifting constantly below her to get out of her hold. "N-now?" he almost screamed irritably.
The way he squirmed and twisted only seemed to excite her further as she felt him grow hard under her careful fondling. Over and under, her fingers worked him up from beyond the cloth, his erection straining from the restraint of his clothing and leaving him aching and needy. A smile played on her lips as she gave him a careful, yet demanding squeeze. Completely disregarding his exasperation.
"Fight back." she hummed dully, face leaning down to bury into the crook of his neck. Inhaling his scent and opening her mouth.
Armin moaned when he felt her tongue run over the side of his neck. The wet muscle leaving a cool trail that had him shuddering underneath her and bucking backward to try and relieve himself of the mounting pain his erection was causing. "Annie..." he groaned.
Slipping her other hand under his uniform, she took her time in feeling his skin heat up and his chest rise and fall faster with each breath. She could feel faint muscles clench tight in his abdomen and the knowledge only made her underwear grow damp on her perch. Letting out a pleased moan of her own, she reached up and away from his throbbing member to unclasp the straps of his clothes deeming them a hindrance and in her way. Armin allowed her, giving in and lifting his hips to help her in unbuckling the leather strips until she could slip her hand under both pants and underwear and finally wrap around his bare sex.
Armin jumped and hit his forehead to the ground at the feeling of her hand grasping and pulling at him, bringing him free to the cold air. Harsh huffs of breath left him as she began to slowly rub and caress him, icy blue eyes watching him and her small hot mouth still latched on his neck, sucking lightly at a sensitive area below his jaw. Warming him up, she stopped at the tip, a finger collecting the small bead of fluid dripping from his head to smear all over the rest of his solid length.
He bucked forward against her hand again, wanting to feel more of her enclose around him, pump him into another shocking release like she had so many times before. His cheeks flared red and cool sweat collects from the pores of his skin as she continued her ministrations and though it was all thoroughly pleasant, he couldn't help but relish in the fact that she had began to thrust her hips forward against his lower back, crumpling up his shirt in a heap. Honestly, feeling her try and satisfy herself on top of him only made his tight member pulse in response to her slow movements.
"A-An..nie..." he groaned, easing himself against her and waiting for her to bring him to completion.
Everything had suddenly increased in temperature, the blonde girl could hardly keep a straight thought. He was incredibly hot against her hand, her fingers stroking him from the base to the head, and all she could think of was how it would feel to have him inside her, stretching and filling her. She's thought of it many times before, when they were alone or quiet, she's thought of how it would feel exactly. But she's also heard the gossips of the girls around her and she's heard many things about this subject, how it would hurt the first time and possibly the second. How one girl cried and bemoaned that it wasn't pleasant at all and planting little seeds of doubt to grow in the dark recesses of her mind. Yet the sounds of Armin's quiet cries of pleasure or the feeling of his body wriggling under her, sharp yet surprisingly curvy against her more softer and plump physique told her a different story.
Her hand tugged at him a little harsher now as she felt a wave of heat rush south to her core, urging her to do something about it. A subtle moan leaves her as she mindlessly bucked against him to ease the aches and pangs with harsh friction of cloth against flesh.
He was panting now as she changed her speed and pace, no longer was she giving him slow, careful strokes; no she wanted more. Wanted more sounds to tear out through his throat in loud moans or shuddering gasps, anything to alleviate the sexual tension running rampant in her body. Pumping her hand furiously up and down his cock, she listened and watched as the male beneath her grunted and hissed at the difference of pleasure spiking up from his sex to coil in his abdomen, forcing him to curve upward and thrust against her hand for more; faster, harder.
"Ann... ahhhh..." He could no longer speak and she wasn't sure she liked that since she couldn't really see his expression. "Hah... hah... hah..." he panted and her inner muscles clenched in response to the erotic sound of his delirious pleasure.
Frustrated and eager to hear more of him she removes her lips from his neck, giving the area one last lick before moving up to his ear to talk. "What is it, Armin?" she asked, mildly surprised that her voice still managed to retain her usual calmness that she most certainly didn't feel running through her system.
"Nghhh..." he moans irritably, pained that she had suddenly slowed down around him.
"Hmm?" she hummed, giving him a soft kiss at the base of his ear while her hand gives him a gentle stroke.
"P-please..." he pants. A low growl erupts after his plea when she pumps upward slowly, rough and hard. Annie has to pause and stare at him, paralyzed by the feeling she just felt vibrating throughout her body and further wetting her clothes and sending private muscles to clench over nothing agonizingly. A small whimper escapes her as she feels herself weaken, her chest pressing up further on his back and her hips trying desperately to ease her throbbing sex no doubt ruining her uniform. Armin feels this as well as her hand going slack against him and it's then that he seizes his chance.
Grabbing her hand holding him captive he pulls her over and twists his body so that now he's hovering above and staring down at her, chest heaving and mouth panting. She whines at the shift and lifts her hips to grind torturously against his erection while he bucks against her in kind, head thrown backward and a hiss billowing through clenched teeth and for a long moment the two slow down, her arms coming up to pull him to her, lips locking in a chaste kiss.
They're both panting and shivering against each other even with clothing still being well around them, something that Annie most certainly does not appreciate.
"I win..." Armin whispers hoarsely, his ragged breaths fanning her warm face. She grins a small smile as she skims her mouth over his cheek and her fingers crawl and run through his soft locks easily. Caressing his scalp she lets out a pleased moan as she spreads her legs wider to accommodate him in the space in between.
"So you have." she hums quietly, rolling her hips forward, testing him. Armin groans, but smiles as he nuzzles her neck. Calming down somewhat from his rut, he settles himself firmly against her and just simply holds her. She can sense there is something he wants to say, something he wants to ask, its on the tip of his tongue; waiting, but it's going to have to wait even longer as she has yet to get to even more pages and letters of this facinating book in front of her. There is still the climax of this plot to get to before she can close it.
She cradles him close to her, tilting her head and exposing more of her flesh as she feels his lips gently nip and kiss her, leaving wet open mouth kisses and gentle licks over her throat and under her jaw.
Just as she had learned what made him tremble and moan against her, she feels him learning things about her, unraveling her slowly, gently, lovingly. She lets out a sharp gasp when he bites at the place between her neck and shoulder and rakes her pointed nails over his scalp as he becomes more bold and stakes claim over his victory.
His hands roam over her body and though she is clothed, she almost feels bare as his palm skims over the under part of her breasts leaving her trembling beneath him and her hips seeking him out. It's a new feeling, she thinks. She's never seen him this way, with his eyes roaming over her, falling back repeatedly to her own, half lidded and dazed, her smile has faded and in its places soft gasps blow against his heated face. It's odd on this side as she feels him caress her thighs and kiss her once more on her lips. Immediately her mouth opens and their battle commences, with him as the victor and honestly she'd have it no other way.
He's gentle, she notes, just like the other times before when they kiss like this. She'll bite and bruise him, but he'll nip and soothe her with his tongue exploring her mouth, running over her teeth and over sharp incisors and still, even when he bleeds or swells, he'll cradle and treat her with care. It's something that she doesn't understand at times, never really felt it from another human being in this world they live in where Titans come and leave in their wake, corpses and destruction. Yet here is a soldier, small and not at all powerful tending to her, being careful even when he knows she can handle whatever may come her way.
It's endearing in a way, but she's not looking for that right now, no she wants him to be rough. Just this once now that the tables have finally turned.
Moving to grab at his collar she's stunned when just as quickly, Armin grabs her wrists and plants them high above her head. She can feel a smile stretch over his lips against her own as she stares blankly at him, confused.
"I won, r-remember?" he stammers, not truly knowing where this confidence is coming from. This was still the "Lone Wolf" Annie Leonhart, she could beat him to a bloody pulp if she so desired. She glares at him, her eyes narrowed, but glazed over with lust. She huffs at him and puts up a feeble struggle until he suddenly snaps his hips violently against her. She cries out, body tensing and head thrown back to relish in the pleasant spike his thrust gave her. Her chest starts heaving and her breath comes short as she becomes all too aware of his hard length poking directly against her clothed entrance. No doubt, he can feel her heat radiating from her as she struggles to feel more of him, whines silently for him to touch her, to please her as she had pleased him.
He coos at her, lips still running lightly over her flesh as he trails his other free hand down to her own leather straps. At an excruciating pace, he carefully unbuckles her, taking his time and allowing himself the pleasure of hearing her moans and short pants. His own arousal still stands at attention, painful and hot, but its bearable now that he has her right where he wants her.
So many times she's had him in her palm, writhing and groaning in ecstacy underneath her. It was pleasant and something he wouldn't mind doing again over and over, but it was drastically different from this position, hovering over her and watching as she looks pained but filled with desire and near begging for what she seeks from him. He can now understand why she enjoyed what she did, especially in the heat of the moment where one could just glance at them and they'd get in a serious heap of trouble.
He avoids slipping his hand in once he's unclasped her pants and instead trails lower to do what she's done to him several times before. Annie gasps and flinches at the feel of his palm resting gently over her, his middle and ring finger rubbing her up and down, over her clothed slit feeling the slick liquid drench through and lightly coat the pads of his fingers. She whimpers at the friction and unconsciously moves with his hand, breathing short and ragged.
A new sort of pleasure runs through him as she follows him, her brows furrowed and mouth slightly open. He watches curiously as her tongue peeks out to swipe over her lips as more breaths leave her.
"A-Armin..." she whispers as he picks up his speed a little. He can feel her wrists and hands twist in his grip, a sure sign she wants to touch him and distract herself, yet is unable to go against the rules.
"Hmm?" he mimicks and Annie groans in a fit of frustration. Armin only chuckles lightly, the sound reverberating through his chest and through her, heating her up and arousing her further. He plays her for a while, stroking her softly and enduring her eager thrusts as he feels the small area become saturated from his gentle ministrations. He lets out another low chuckle when Annie sharply turns her head and groans, wanting nothing more than for him to just take her already and be done with the torture.
But Armin also sees her as a captivating novel to dissect through, page by page, unhurried and very, very thorough.
Fingers continue to stroke while he takes his time and listens to her pants and cries of longing. When he finally wracks up the courage to venture further, his heart is hammering loud in his chest and he has to swallow a thick wad of saliva. He thrusts lightly to ease the dull ache of his length as he slips his hand through the opening of her pants. Once he feels the wetness from her excitement, his mouth waters and his cock twitches forcing a groan of his own to emit past his lips as he goes slowly.
Annie freezes when he touches her, a sharp jolt of excitement making her stomach jump and a small area to throb painfully at the feel of his fingers brushing down her slit. She's touched herself before, but it was never like this, so strong and sudden. She squirms under him, hips searching and chest heaving. It's becoming too much that she just wants a distraction. But she can't help but become aware of those fingers touching her and how she wants them to go further, deeper and satiate that inner ache deep inside her.
"A-Armin... Nnngh..." she breathes, hips stilled and body tense as he continues his silent exploration. He kisses her softly at the side of her face, hoping to soothe her. He lets go of her wrists and starts to unbutton her front, disregarding the slack straps above her breasts. Her own hands mindlessly grab him, holding him close to her while enduring this sweet torture of heat and nerves and wondering how he managed to deal with her own relentless assault.
Once enough of the garb lay open, Armin slipped a tentative hand inside and smoothed his palm over the supple mound of her breast. The brand new sensation alone was enough to make Annie let out a surprised breath and make her legs flinch, a moist sensation rising between her legs in the heated process. She moans and fidgets with her hands stroking his hair and urging him onward, pleading for him to continue.
His hands are gentle at first, mapping out and memorizing the curve of her figure, brushing purposely over the hardened nubs at the peak of her breasts and then feeling over her ribs and plane of her stomach, shoving away more of her clothing in the process. A whimper reaches him and he can't help the smile growing on his lips as he listens to the sounds he forces out of her. But really, aside from that, he himself is mesmerized by her, Annie Leonhart.
How aloof she is in the presence of others, how ruthless and merciless her demeanor puts on and yet, by just a gentle caress of his fingers or a heated kiss on her mouth, neck and flesh, she'll melt. Yearn for his touch with soft mewls and low moans of encouragement only in the private eyes of his truly.
"Beautiful..." he murmurs against her ear.
Annie stills, her eyes darting to look at the male above her, holding her and touching her.
"What?" she whispers harshly, voice out of breath and her nerves tingling with aggravation from the lack of movement of both her hips and his hand.
Armin doesn't respond quickly, still caught up in with his venturing hands on her skin.
"You're very beautiful." he re-states, his hand boldly cupping one soft mound. She sucks in a quick breath at the feeling, but slowly relaxes as he kneads her gently, enjoying her pleasant response to his actions. Slowly, cautiously, while she's distracted by his gentle groping, he slips a single finger through her, past the lips of her sex and feels around.
"Ah!" she jumps, an involuntary buck thrusting forward into his frozen hand. "Armin!" she hisses, eyes screwed shut and body tense.
He can feel her clench her muscles, wanting him to go deeper, but there is still more he has to uncover. Her head lolls to the side, giving him access to her neck to which he starts to bite softly. He's actually amazed that she's completely soaked, there's hardly any resistence when he pushes forward into her. A pleasured moan sounds beside him and he swells with a bit of pride that he can make her sound in such a way. He slips one more finger, stretching her and she cries out, her legs clenching over his own, forcing him to let out a hiss as his throbbing member pokes against the inside of her thigh, denied from her sweet skin by more cloth and fabric.
"A-Armin, please..." she begs, hips trying to move forward but with his hand playing with her breast, she can do nothing but shudder and tremble in his hold, enduring his sweet torture with each caress and movement of his hands, mouth and hips.
"Soon." he placates, shushing her as her whines become higher and louder.
Fingers suddenly shove themselves forward and Annie jolts and lets loose a loud moan, his fingers are longer than hers and slightly bigger stretching her further. It's almost uncomfortable, but the stab of pleasure they deliver is worth it as she stills and basks in his treatment, limbs shaking and aching to move, but too drunk in the sensations he's giving her to do so.
Then, all too soon, he pulls out of her. She whines softly, her hands pulling lightly at his locks.
"Not yet." he whispers, his mouth at her collarbone. When had he discarded her front? Before she can dwell further on the subject she feels the full extent of the cool night air billowing lightly over her flushed torso. She shivers at the wind and holds him closer. Had he undressed her without her knowledge or was she too focused on his hands to notice?
He's leaving a small trail of kisses over her skin, until finally he comes to her chest.
"I want to hear you." he mumbles, she can barely even hear the words as her heart pounds desperately in her ears.
"Ahhhh..." she moans as she feels his mouth open and close over her left breast. She can't move, can't fight, even though she would never want to stop whatever it is he's doing as it feels so heavenly. Her hands grab at his back and head, urging him forward.
And suddenly, she feels the tip of his curious index finger find her hidden pearl, at the top of her sex. She chokes a terrified scream and jerks her legs.
"Did I hurt you?" he wonders fearfully, pulling away from her chest to search for her eyes.
"No, no... Ah... um..." she's left in a daze as she tries to make him touch it again. Locking her gaze on his own she blushes furiously, squirming with the effort to contain herself and let him do as he pleases. But it's too much and she wants for him to touch her again. She fights with herself a moment longer before bringing his face closer to her. "P-please," Her hand trails down to the one buried in her pants. "d-do it again?" she squeaks, voice low and trembling. Her hand nudges his gently, longingly.
He smiles in relief, releasing a held in breath and kisses her nose. "Of course."
He searches for that small nub once more and once he finds it, he gives it an experimental brush. Annie cries out and raises her legs to curl over his hips. Muscles clench and she has to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. Under him, she's nothing more than a writhing woman, weak to the fingers playing her like an instrument, demanding her voice as he strikes both gentle and hard at sensitive areas; ravaging her, mentally and physically.
Short breaths leave her as his finger strokes her in small circles and soon she is close. More and more waves of pleasure mount higher and hgher. It's chaotic, it's gentle, pacifying and aggravating all at the same time. Yet still she wants for more of his touch, wants him deeper, closer.
"A-Arm...innnnghhh!" she can't stop herself when her hips begin to lightly thrust against his hand, moving rhythmically. It's almost painful how she can feel this way for him, how he can make her feel this way at all.
Wasn't this just a game in the beginning?
"I'm-AH!"
Maybe it was.
She's rocking against his hand desperately; so close, she was so close.
But now, she believes, it's different. She wants him, the weak Armin Arlert. Only him, no one else, just him.
Armin's lips graze over the shell of her ear. "Come for me, Annie." he whispers and she swears she's never heard him sound so seductive until it's too late. She comes hard, her inner muscles pulsing and contracting against her will as her orgasm hits her hard. Her back arches up and presses her chest flush against his own. Her heart hammers in her ears, throat and chest that she almost can't feel him rocking up against her. A stray touch of his fingers makes her cry out and buck as her senses become highly delicate, the light stroke forcing near painful tears to prick at the corners of her eyes.
"S-stop..." she breathes, a weak hand coming up to push at his chest numbly. "Too much..." she whimpers and he only lets out a gentle laugh and kisses her, trying to ease her out of it. The sound calms her, but his roaming hands keep her awake as they tug and pull at more of her clothes. She hasn't forgotten either, but he's still hidden from her. He's far too dressed for her liking. She's panting, struggling to calm herself as all she can feel is the pounding sound of her heartbeat and the lasting jolts of pleasure rushing over her tired body.
Still, she wants him. She can't let this moment slip her by.
Shuffling out of her remaining articles, she grabs him and gives him a reprimanding stroke to which Armin yelps and recoils. Quickly, she shoves him off and once again flips their positions.
"Annie!" he whines, fighting to return to their previous places as she straddles him. "That's not fair!"
"Ah, ah, Arlert. I let you have your fun, now it's my turn." He huffs at her, but truthfully, he didn't care either way. Impatient and still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Annie tears away his clothes with quick precision, only his pants are spared as Armin shuffles out of them, tossing away his boots to follow the mass of clothes piled in a messy cluster.
They remain still for a moment, Armin lying on his back with his hands on her hips and Annie, sitting atop him and staring down at him in wonder despite the darkness that encompasses them. She can see him rest his head on the ground, breathing shallow and muscles tense as he still remains stiff and hard, longing for relief. She smiles lightly and traces him with her index finger. He groans softly and she feels him twitch beneath her soft touch.
Wordlessly, she holds him and repeats what she's done in their past sessions. Armin whimpers at the force of her hand rubbing him up and down, he doesn't fight her, only longs for her to go faster and rougher. He's blushing furiously because he knows she's watching him, looking at his reactions as she brings him to the peak of gratification. Even though she's told him countless times he has nothing to be ashamed of, he can't help but feel self conscious under her scrutiny.
"Annie..." he whispers, voice strained and face scrunched up in apparent agony. He bucks up against her as he feels himself coming closer to a climax with her hand relentlessly stroking him. Fingers gently press into her flesh and he can feel her squirm at the sensation his nails send her, making her move and grind down against him. The movement has him moaning and panting and oh, he's so very close now.
She watches, pink lips pinned under teeth as she fights with her own pleasure at seeing him look so distraught with tension coiling at his abdomen, desperate to burst. She wants to see him come, wants to bring him to release as he has done for her.
"Annie...!"
He can't hold it anymore, it's become too painful. He thrusts against her hand once, twice and at the third he stills, a choked whimper piercing the night air as he comes in her hand. She's still moving, her eyes having moved from his face to his length spurting out streaks of white, spilling onto his stomach and coating her hand in a sticky mess. He jerks forward at her lingering fingers and pants loud and fast, trying to calm down from his momentary high.
She stares at her hand, slowly bringing it up to her face as if to examine the thick fluid rolling down her fingers. Her gaze flickers over to him briefly before she smiles and opens her mouth leading her fingers over to her lips. He looks up at her and gulps when he realizes what she's doing, making his face burn red from the ends of his hair all the way to his shoulders.
Well, she's never done that before.
She licks her hand clean of his substance, her expression betraying nothing of how she thinks of his taste, but if he could see the furious crimson streak flaring from her, he's sure to have a good idea of what she thought. With a final flick of her tongue, she finishes her preening and plants both hands on his chest, her body leaning to meet his lips.
He can taste himself on her, but is overcome by her sudden aggression to think anything of it. Her nails bite into his chest and her mouth moves swiftly over his own, molding his lips and drawing out his tongue to meet her own. Caught up in assaulting his mouth, she doesn't feel his hand come up behind her head to pull and unravel her hair suspended in her bun. He wants to look at her as he runs his fingers through her silky strands, but her hand stops him from pulling away, fingers rough and cruel as she holds him at the jaw and yet, all he can think of at the moment is how wicked and deliciously pleasant her tongue feels brushing harsh against his own.
"I want you..." she moans, out of breath. "Please..." she adds, voice barely above a whisper.
Armin pulls back from her, a thin string of saliva the only thing connecting them, but Annie doesn't stop. Her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth moves to plant small kisses to his face, his eyes, cheeks, forehead and finally settle to his jaw. He swallows hard and ponders over her words, a heavy weight settling over him.
"Are you sure?" he asks, wary of her answer despite the pleasant peppers of lips on him. She hums her approval, hands tugging at his shoulders and hips gently rocking against him, hoping to reawaken his vigor.
"Please."
He's silent for a long moment, listening to their breaths mingling and Annie fears he may reject her. The thought disturbs her and urges her to try harder, press against him, firm and unyielding, her kisses becoming sweeter and sincere; desperate and longing for a response. A hand shoots down to his semi-hard length before coming to a stop just an inch away from him. She wants to hold him in her hands, but ultimately, it's his choice. She wants him, yes, but she'd also like to know if he wanted her. Manipulation won't help her here, of that she is sure. So she's left to hang onto the silence and wait.
Armin sighs and meets her kisses with light pecks of his own. He pushes off on his elbows and holds onto her back with his arm as she follows. He tilts his head and allows her to leave sharp nips and red spots all over his throat and shoulders. "It'll hurt." he states as if to weaken her resolve.
"I know." she answers, lips still moving and pulling and hands still gliding everywhere. She gasps suddenly, feeling one of his hands trail down and pet her gingerly. She whines and further spreads her legs, grinding herself against him for more, waiting always waiting for him to please her, take her, and send her over the edge. "Please."
He finally gives in and parts her, pressing a finger against her swollen clit and rubbing her in short, quick circles. She thrusts hard against him, head thrown back as she gives out a long cry. Armin seizes his chance to dip his head and envelope a perk breast into his mouth. Her hands come back to his scalp as she pulls and encourages him for more. He suckles gently, pulling and lightly biting at her nipple further sending her into the throes of ecstacy. He listens to her cries and feels his throbbing cock twitch and bead with slick fluid at the prospect of driving her insane with sexual need.
His finger becomes saturated with her essence, sliding down the length and pooling in his palm and it's then that he decides that they're ready. He stops his touches and she lets out a low growl of annoyance to which he softly chuckles at, the sound tickling her and cooling her perspiring skin.
He meets her with an innocent kiss to her lips and settles himself between her. She wriggles slightly, anxious and excited to fully feel him.
"Ready?" he asks and she nods not at all trusting her voice.
One hand holds himself as she tries to find him, his other guiding her by the waist. Once she feels him poking at her clit she gasps and groans. "Not there." she whispers to him and he eases her with a kiss, silently telling her to take her time as he enjoys her heated skin skim over the head. She wriggles again, apprehension and fear slowing her pace and accelerating her heart rate. She swallows softly as she moves again until he's directly below her aching entrance. She stills and warily looks up at him only to quickly reprimand herself for doing so.
He notices her sharply turn from him and smiles knowingly. Silently he pulls her face back and gives her a loving kiss. Abandoning their posts, his hands roam over her sides and gently hold her, caressing her silently to encourage her as he waits patiently for her to grab her bearings.
Then, carefully, she starts to lower herself over him. He gasps softly, feeling the head of his length slip through the lips of her sex easily and slowly begin to enter her. She's hot and wet and the mere thought of it has his head spinning and his nerves burning with pleasurable shocks running from the head to the base and coiling into the pit of his gut. He gasps sharply, she's pulling him in and clutching him tight from all around. He never thought how good it would feel to have her all around him, squeezing and pulling until he's nothing more than a desperate man. And yet, it's only just a bit of him breaching her. He groans and leans against her for support, all while watching her, waiting for what he knows will be unpleasant.
She holds her breath, waiting and feeling how he slowly begins to fill her, not at all like his or her fingers had before. It's strange and uncomfortable at first, her walls clench and burn as more and more of him penetrates deeper and deeper until-
"Ah!"
She stops abruptly and he holds her hips as she squirms and moves around uncomfortably. He's big and has yet to be fully inside her and a part of her just wants to get this over with a swift thrust downward, but the size and width of his swollen member hurts and sends a very unpleasant sting to jerk her upwards and away. She whimpers and moves again, trying to find a comfortable place to pause. More of him slips through and she jolts from the pain.
Armin lets out a stifled grunt, feeling how hot and tight Annie's body actually was. He felt his breath hitch as more and more of her tight body took him, degree by slow degree. A primal feeling made him want to simply raise his hips upward to become fully embedded into her sheath, but his mental state held him back, Annie's comfort at the very forefront of his mind.
"We can stop." he says quickly, holding her tighter and keeping her from moving as she breathes heavily with the effort it takes to calm herself. "Annie, it's fine. We can always try again another-"
"No." she cuts him off, her eyes burning with lust that Armin can feel the intensity of her stare even through the night's veil. "I just need a moment." she pants, shifting her weight around momentarily before continuing. He relents and endures as she goes slowly, inch by little inch. It's tight and aggravating, but still she feels he's not where she needs him and takes a careful, yet shaky breath before quickly shoving herself all the way down.
Tears pool at the corners of her eyes instantly and a scream is but a breath away from tearing from her throat. Armin yelps at the sudden jolt of having himself completely inside her, tight and hot and completely wet. Amid the sudden ascent, something had given way as he officially took her, the subtle smell of iron permeating the area around them and mingling with their musk.
"Annie!" His hands hold the sides of her face gingerly as she sits rigid and stiff on top of him. "Annie...?"
A sudden squeeze of her muscles contracting around him makes him falter and thrust gently against her. She whimpers at the movement to which he immediately apologizes and focuses solely on remaining still. His hands pet down her tousled hair and thumbs gently wipe at the corners of her eyes. He's whispering something to her, but she can't even begin to understand, too focused on how tight and full she feels with him inside her.
Strings of curses leave her in winded breaths as she moves again, feeling him hard and deep inside her, tearing through that thin barrier, but even through that she can't help but let out a moan at how he fills her. Sure, it hurts and it's slightly uncomfortable, but she's never felt so close to anyone before. There were winter days and assignments where it was essential to share body heat and keep each other warm, but this took it to a new level. She was hot and slick with sweat and yet, it's so pleasant having him here with her and holding her so intimately.
Another moan slips through and a gentle rock of her hips follows. Armin watches and waits with bated breath as she moves, slowly at first but gradually begins to grow in speed and stength.
They're shallow at first as she tries to get accustomed to his girth. She braces her hands against Armin's chest and rising more on her arms, Annie gives a slight pivot of her hips and tentatively moves herself upward before letting herself lower back down. She bites back a moan by clamping her teeth over her full lower lip as she grew accustomed to the new sensations the slight movement brought. Armin lets out a breathy gasp as he felt the tight pressure of Annie's body receed, only to grunt out sharply as the tightness falls back over him.
He meets her thrust with his own, soft and gentle, but hitting just little deeper. She cries out at the sudden feeling, jerking her hips and once again he apologizes, but she shakes her head at him. "No..." she murmurs, adjusting herself atop him. It hurt, yes, but it also felt very, very good. It was a brief feeling, but it jostled something within her.
More, she wants to feel it again, harder. So she grows bold and carefully lifts herself from him, pulling out until only his head is in and then slamming back down. Armin moans loud at the motion, feeling her walls clamp onto him, tight and hot. Over and over, she continues this pattern, slowly until the discomfort and short stings begin to diminish and in its place, a lust for more. Faster and harder, she moved bouncing up and down on him, panting hard and letting out short moans and pleasured sighs.
Against his will, a small whimper escaped the male under her as he fell back, trembling hands falling to squeeze at her moving hips.
"Annie..." he moaned. The way he said her name made her falter a little in her movements. His voice was so low, out of breath and seeming pained, but his quiet moans and hushed whines spurred her on, awakening a heat to coil in her abdomen. She wanted to hear him say it again.
She leaned more onto his chest and focused on him, angling her hips so that she would swallow him whole with each powerful thrust downward. The squelching sound of their hips meeting and slapping against each other forced a burning blush to heat up her face, yet it was nothing compared to the mounting pleasure shooting up from her core to her stomach at the mere sounds of Armin gasping out her name with bruised and swollen lips. Over and over, her name slipped from him in moans, cries and whimpers, his own hips rising to meet her and yearn to go deeper, harder and faster.
The strength of his wanting thrusts astounded her as one particular shove upwards made her whine loud and shake at the intensity his penetration caused, forcing her to become still for a moment. Suspended above him, Annie could do nothing but cry out as Armin grabbed at her and forced her back down to meet him urgently. It made her flinch and tremble with need as she squeezed him tighter and tighter until at last she couldn't take it, couldn't focus.
She fell on him, breathing heavily and tugging at him to move. Her eyes watered at the corners, she was so close, her walls clenching all around him, unfulfilled. Her mouth opened as she pulled him into a kiss before whispering harshly between them.
"Armin... please...!" She wouldn't dare voice out what she wanted him to do, even with her body shaking and sweating at the pleasure she felt coiling tighter inside her. She licked and sucked at his neck, her hands pulling him softly as her body tilted to his side.
Seeing what she wanted him to do, he moved quickly, once again flipping them over. She fell on her back, head thrown to the side and panting softly. She held onto his shoulders, legs spreading a little wide and tightening around his waist once he moved against her gently. She swallowed, her heart thumping and her body shaking in anticipation as he shuffled slightly, trying to find a comfortable position between her legs. His hands left her to prop himself up slightly, and with one soft kiss to her temple he began to move.
Raising her hips, he pulled back slowly only to slam himself back in. Annie cried out, her legs lifting and wrapping around him, pulling him closer. For once, Annie felt weak. Her legs and arms were trembling at the sheer pleasure she felt from him. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries and moans, but each time, each thrust of his urgent hips forced her to shout out her pleasure as he rammed back in.
This was the most vulnerable the blonde girl had ever felt. Cheeks flushed, body bared and legs spread open, all she could do now was hold onto the man she shared this moment with; holding and whispering things she never thought she'd tell anyone. She shut her eyes and allowed herself to give in to his silent demands covered in harsh breaths and violent jerks. She was tight around him, and Armin was sure he wouldn't last long.
"Annie..." he moaned, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, breaths harsh against her warm skin. "Nnngh!" Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close as silent sobs could be heard below him. He almost stopped then and there at the quiet sound, chest tightening in fearful worry only to be assured by her lips grazing at him. She was talking to him, tired, pained, wanting, desperate: "Please..." she begged, hugging him tighter, pulling him closer. She was close too it seemed.
He listened to her pleas, arms returning her embrace and his hips driving desperately into her own.
"Armin..."
A quiet cry left her as her walls spasmed around him, her back arching into him as he continued to thrust into her. She whimpered and held him tighter, legs holding on and sharp nails digging into his shoulders and scalp as she threw her head back with a choked and silent scream. In his lustful haze, he bit her, teeth biting into her as he became frantic until finally an equally choked sound escaped him and his hips dig deeper into her, trying to get as close as possible. Annie jumped at the feel of him coming inside her, hips shuddering and waist squirming under him as she felt his hot seed fill her.
With a few final jerks, he emptied himself inside her and slumped over her, skin hot and dirtied with sweat. Annie remained stiff, her legs still hugging him and her arms unwilling to let go. She listened to Armin's breaths as he lazily licked at the sore spot he left on her, eyes closed and hair sticking to them. They remained that way for a long while, just listening to each other's breathing bring them to a lull.
"Are you okay?" Armin's voice almost startles her, but she hides it, turning her head to face him. His face is still buried in her neck and she can feel him leaving small kisses over her neck. She feels sensitive and aching, a dull throb gently pulsing where they're joined, but otherwise completely fine and dazed. She doesn't answer immediately, but she does kiss him back with a peck to the side of his head. Relaxing against him, she strokes his hair and leans her head on him, waiting for something.
Armin picks himself up slowly, his eyes looking for hers. He cups her cheek while his other hand runs through her messy hair. There's a smile in his voice as he speaks again. "We should go look for them now."
Annie hums a disapproving sound as she combs his own disheveled locks with her fingers. "I don't want to move." she states simply, a tired sigh following afterwards. Armin chuckles softly at her.
Gently, he moves to pull out of her. She grunts at the movement, a look of discomfort coming over her as she feels him leave her. She spreads her legs wider, hoping to calm the ache and allow him to part. The moment he's free she pulls him back to her. Her face is soon in his chest and his arms are around her shoulders, holding her close to him as she closes her weary eyes and her breaths come slow and steady.
"Annie?" he asks suddenly. Irritated with exhaustion, she grunts out a low "Hm?"
"What if they find us like this?"
The question makes her eyes snap open and a low scoff to leave her. "I'll kill them."
Armin doesn't know whether to take that as a joke or a promise as her voice definitely does not sound like she would jest. Instead, he just swallows and hopes he wakes up early enough to get dressed before anyone stumbles upon them.
Most likely, he'll just be on look out for the entirerty of the night.
A resigned sigh leaves him as he just simply strokes her hair and prays he doesn't fall asleep.
Meanwhile, a blood red streak hops from one branch to another until finally it stops besides a male silhouette.
"Mikasa! Did you find them?" Eren asks, voice thick with worry for his best friend. His quiet companion, however, just gives him a blank stare before shaking her head slowly. "Dammit! I don't understand how we could've lost them so soon! Maybe we should all go back and look for them." Just as he's about to turn to talk to the others, Mikasa grabs his shoulder, prompting the boy to stop. "Mikasa?"
"I don't think we should do that."
"Why not?"
For a moment, she's silent but her hold is tight on his shoulder.
"This is Armin and Annie we're talking about. Most likely, the two have already gone to the checkpoint by now and are camping out there for the night. It wouldn't be wise if we just stop and search for people that aren't lost."
Eren blinks at her, confused. "But-"
"If we abandon our objective right now, marks will be taken off and we'll fail. Armin knows this, so it's likely he and Annie may already be there waiting for us and if we don't make it there by morning we'll fall behind."
"But Mikasa-"
"No buts, we have to get with the others and move on."
He holds her unrelenting gaze for a few seconds longer, his reluctant glare doing nothing to deter the girl's persistence. "You're sure they're there?" he asks one more time.
"Positive."
A heavy sigh leaves him as his glare withers and he turns away from her to launch himself off the branch he stood on. "Fine."
Mikasa watches him glide further away from her, towards the campsite where everyone else is and waits until she's sure he can't see her. She turns around in the direction she came, watchful eyes staring at the darkness, ears straining for stray sounds. When she's satisfied that nothing but insects and the whispering winds answer her, she finally turns around and follows her companion back to their circle of friends and comrades.
Mid-flight she looks back and only then does she allow a subtle hint of a blush to appear underneath the guise of her loyal scarf.
A/N: Now, I gots a request for the next one, so I should probably get started on it now. Or later. A lot later. Like, one or two days later. 'Cause I'm extremely tired. So,yeah. See ya then! :)