A/N: Wanted to write an AOT fic because I think Armin is a dope character. Please let me know what you think. I do not own any of these characters.
Chapter 1
"These mashed potatoes are great mom," Eren continued to stuff his face with the freshly cooked side-dish. Armin looked across the table with half amusement, half disgust, watching his best-friend annihilate his plate.
Carla let out a cute giggle at her son's ministrations, he was always the heartiest of the three young adults she had practically raised, "I'm glad that they're up to your standards sweety."
"It's wonderful as usual Carla," Mikasa spoke up monotonously from next to Eren. If one didn't know the beautiful young woman well-enough, it would be easy to confuse her deadpan expressions and toneless voice with sarcasm.
"Thanks honey," the older woman's smile was model-like. Armin blushed at the sight.
This evening was the first one in a long while that the blond actually had the time to spend time with his friends. He'd been so tied up with class and work that he was starting to feel a bit suffocated.
"Where's Mr. Grisha, I feel like I haven't seen him in forever," Armin said through small spoons of mixed vegetables.
"He has to work late tonight."
"Every night," Eren corrected with a mouthful of food and Carla threw daggers at her son for his rude comment before returning her sweet smile back at Armin.
"He has," she started matter-of-factly, "read your peer-reviewed article and said it was very insightful," her beam of sunshine-like features and Grisha's prestigious approval making Armin blush.
"That's great because I really looked into the research done by William Tybur and-"
"Alright, no more nerd talk. Armin's gonna drone on for hours about seaweed or something," Eren interrupted.
"Seaweed is fascinating. It's responsible for more than half of all oxy-" Eren threw a breadstick at the blonde from across the rectangular table.
"Hey!" Armin did a poor job at blocking the projectile, the garlicky object hitting its mark smack-dab on his forehead. Mikasa let out a small giggle.
"That's not nice Eren, not everyone has to hate college like you do," Carla jestingly chastised her son.
"Maybe I'd enjoy my educational experience more if I could study something I actually had an interest in."
"And what might that be?" Carla inquisitively crossed her arms over her sweater-covered bosom. Eren cracked a goofy grin.
"Babes." Armin and Carla sweatdropped and Mikasa predictably blushed.
"Your father would have a lot to say about that statement."
"Then I guess it's a good thing he's never here," Eren said from under his breath.
"What was that!?" Her son was pushing it, the mood, slightly turning from teasing to tense. An air that Mikasa didn't seem to mind, at least not noticeably, but made Armin outwardly uncomfortable.
"W-well, I think it might be time for me to get going, I've got some last-minute studying to do for a test tomorrow," Armin tried to make his exit.
"Oh, sweetheart. We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable; you know how we bicker sometimes," and just like that, Armin wanted to stay again.
"Armin cramming?" Eren let out a fake gasp and Mikasa lightly elbowed him.
"It's not exactly cramming, I've studied plenty, I just… suck at English," to Armin, it was embarrassing.
He had always been the type of student to excel in studies with minimal effort but when it came to the subject of English, Armin was famously flawed. The fact that his professor was a young, seemingly lethargic woman who suddenly became a hard-ass when it came time to grade papers didn't make his deficiency any better.
"You know, you could just study in the background while I kick Mika's ass in some Smash," Eren gloated. Mikasa's eyes narrowed at the challenge of competition, she didn't say much but everyone that knew Mikasa, knew that her competitive flame burned hot.
Armin momentarily reminisced about his past experiences of trying to study while in the "background". It usually involved screaming heavy metal lyrics and Armin choking on vape fumes while Mikasa haphazardly tried to do Eren's hair.
"Ehh, I'm alright. Next time for sure though!" Armin got from his chair and pushed it in. "Thanks for the dinner, Carla, it was amazing," he said politely. Eren immediately started making smooching sounds. Carla swatted at her son.
"Oh hush, if you were even half as sweet as Armin, I'd have half as less wrinkles," she mocked from her seat. Armin looked at the middle-aged woman as if she had grown a second head. She had not a single wrinkle on her face to detract from her almost ethereal beauty! Armin swallowed the thought with nervousness, knowing he not actually dare say something like that out loud.
"Well, it was nice seeing you Mikasa and I'll see you back at the place Eren," Armin said a bit woefully and thought about how once again he seemed to be unconsciously isolating himself and growing farther away from his friends. A silly and childish thought, he decided.
"Likewise," Mikasa answered.
"See you later bro."
Armin walked out of the house sluggishly, uneager to throw-away time with his best buds and instead wastefully study for an exam he was more than likely to fail no matter how much he studied.
The slight compression he felt from sitting on the cushion of his old, kind of shitty, Honda Civic couldn't be too far from the feeling of first falling down a dark abyss, entering a state of un-connectedness, Armin thought sordidly. Even while contemplating his somewhat voluntary complacency, he knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He prayed that such was the course of this college career. What would be the point of aimlessly working hard?
Before he could let himself spiral down a swirl of dim and introspective thoughts, he turned the ignition. Only through the weak rev of his shitty Honda did he hear the high-pitched ping of an email notification.
'Why not?' Armin thought before reaching for his phone and opening his email app. It was a group email from his professor, forwarded from the dull student platform their school was licensed to use.
Good evening class, apologies for the dilatory email, but I've decided that it would be better to be late than never. I've decided to postpone the exam tomorrow for next week; I'm sure to most of your satisfaction as I've had some complications arise. So instead take the time this weekend to properly prepare yourselves and relax as much as possible. No class! :)
Sincerely, Professor Finger.
Armin feels his chest extend, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. A short reprieve that would undoubtedly come back to bite him in the ass, but a break nonetheless. The blonde quickly realized that what came with the air of freedom, its shadow of choice and decision darkly stalked behind.
Should the studious and highly focused student go home and try to recharge his mental and physical battery like he would any night or should he go back towards his surrogate home, where a potential night of laughter and companionship awaited.
Armin thought, comically cupping his chin, a cliche mannerism he'd developed in middle school and something Eren would never fail to make fun of. Little did Amin know that the decision that he would make to rejoin his friends, would significantly alter his foreseeable future.
Armin slams his car door in jovial fashion, not really remembering he had felt so weightless, trying to forget his short list of responsibilities. He walks through the front door that the Yeager's, for some reason, never seemed to lock with a slight spur in his awkward gait. Committed to waste the night away.
Armin enters the kitchen to a humming Carla, washing pots and pans and discarding them into the dish drain to her right. He felt as if he could stand there for the rest of the night, a perfectly fine and rewarding way to neglect a night full of responsibility. Even in the older woman's rather bulky and long dress, topped with a thick white apron her curves were unmistakable.
Her slim back flowing sensually to her lewd wide hips; she gyrated them slowly to the tune of her melodic humming, not knowing that her son's best friend watched her with an inappropriate intensity. God, even the pitch-dark ends of her messy hair were sexy, Armin thought as the object of his fleeting and pathetic fantasies continued to carry on.
Armin audibly cleared his throat, alerting Carla of his presence less his perverse nature finally be exposed.
"Oh, Armin. I thought you had to leave?" Armin's unexpected presence had surprised her. Even with the young man having the time to compose himself before socializing, her light brown eyes commanded his face to flush.
"N-no, my professor moved the exam to next week."
'Stuttering!? So lame,' Armin couldn't help but mentally berate himself over his flustered demeanor. He decided it evened out when he heard the older woman laugh.
"How fortunate," She giggled, always having found Armin's unusual timidness endearing and a welcoming contrast to her own son's brashness.
"Y-yeah…anyways, where did Mikasa and Eren go, I might as well hang out with them since I'm here."
"They're upstairs. As usual," she answered listlessly, moving a lone hair from her forehead.
"Okay, thanks" Armin took off his shoes and exited the room, making his way upstairs. It wouldn't be until minutes later that Carla realized her mistake.
"Guess who's back!? Armin busts through Eren's on-the-fringe designed bedroom door, hoping to delightfully surprise his best friends with his re-arrival. Instead, he's encountered with silence and the natural mess and stench that followed Eren when he got comfortable somewhere. They weren't here. Could Carla have been mistaken and actually have meant that they were in the basement?
The blonde was about to go downstairs and check until he heard a faint sound down the hallway that he couldn't quite make out. Feeling curious he closed the bedroom door and try to trace the noise down the hall, passing the spare bedchamber and the Yeager's underestimated second-floor sunroom.
He traveled down the hallway, sparsely speculating the art on the walls that he had seen a thousand times. Renaissance period pieces that Carla had once mentioned to reflect her husband a bit too much. "Beautiful, but so serious that the beauty could escape you if you looked too long."
The sounds became louder, revealing themselves to be what Armin thought to be wet choking and coughing. It was coming from the half-bath and the door was scandalously cracked open, just enough for a wandering young man to peek through.
The sounds were clearly audible and Armin could now make out Eren's strained voice. He took a look through the opening. His best friend's back was facing him, Eren's black sweatpants taught around his thighs, exposing his butt to the naked air.
'Was Eren peeing?'
Armin almost turned away; his cheeks flushed at dumbly invading his friend's personal space. That is, before he realized the mass of moving clothes that sat between Eren and where Armin knew the toilet to be. To his confusion, he recognized the mass as Mikasa!?
Eren's shaking form almost entirely shielded the stoic girl from Armin's restricted view but the red scarf sitting iconically above her modest bosom gave her away. The slight gagging sounds and the lewd slurping noises were veridical, even to Armin's virgin ears.
Mikasa was sucking Eren's dick!
Armin again felt the urge to turn away, knowing that he was seeing something that he shouldn't be but instead his face turned a deeper red and his breath hitched. Armin didn't watch porn, deciding from a young age that doing so was a waste of time and energy. This did not mean that he didn't keenly listen to when Connie expressed his need to "breed a slut with a fat ass" or how Eren "loved to cover pretty bitch's faces in nut."
The reserved young man would often be the one to reprimand the two for their crude remarks…while secretly wishing he had the courage to voice contumacious thoughts of his own.
~Gulhh ckk ~
Armin leaned forward, fascination and voyeuristic excitement getting the best of him as he heard Eren sheath his cock in their best friend's gullet. Eren let out a relieved moan that startled Armin, flinching at the unexpected outcry of pleasure. Mikasa continued to slurp dutifully. Armin couldn't see the oral ministries but judging on Eren's reactions and the sloppy sounds that followed a dick sucking well-done.
He felt his penis begin to grow hard from within his slim khakis.
'When did Eren and Mikasa start-?' Armin couldn't finish his thought as it only led to more questions he didn't know the answer to. What exactly was he seeing? Were they in a relationship? When did this happen?
Mikasa's coughing snapped Armin from his internal contemplations, her head dipped down to try to cover her mouth but the blond got a glimpse of the bottom half of the short-haired girls face, her beige skin marred by spittle he guessed was used to lube dickmeat. Her pink lips were glossy with dribble from the recesses of her throat.
Armin watched her struggle to breathe, panting in order to catch her breath; he watched her mouth with an intense focus, watched it stretch and shape itself to vacuum air in, Mikasa's perfect lips smacked together, expanding loose bands of saliva between. Armin's breathing was now matching hers.
'Fuck.'
"You gotta fit it all in your throat. That's how you'll make me cum and that's how you'll make me happy." Eren's voice reminded Armin that there was someone else in the room despite taking up most of his view. As Mikasa raised her head, her lewd lower visage disappeared, but the delicate curvature of her elegant neck revealed itself. Armin could only imagine the obeisance that flooded her eyes as she looked up at Eren.
Armin had seen it before, he was sure. Eren and Mikasa's relationship was not something that he could easily describe. Armin was confidently best friends with the two but the relationship between the two of them was something…closer.
Mikasa held an endearment for Eren that at times, even Armin would deem unnatural. Still, he had accepted it as just another quirk of the reclusive girl.
On the other hand, Eren had never obviously shown his affection for Mikasa but throughout their two decades friendship, Armin had heard Eren confess on more than one occasion how important Mikasa was to him. Never had he thought the connection was something romantic. Until now that is.
Armin thought the same could now be said for him, he relented. The bookworm had always recognized Mikasa's undemanding allure; as he often did with gorgeous women but he had never thought of his friend in such primitive and sexual instincts towards her. Until now that is.
~SHulp Shlorp Glckk~
Eren was now thrusting slowly but erratically, apparently dead set on securely lodging his pipe in Mikasa's throat. Armin watched, his gaze partially clouded in lust as sticky fluid dripped onto Mikasa's clothes and the white floor tiles below.
"Uh, fuck, Mika. That's right, swallow my dick" Eren groaned as his movements turned to something closer to a shiver, seemingly struggling with the tension of forcing his manhood in his lover's throat. "Almost there…you can do it Mika, uh, I'll be so proud of you if you make me cum," Eren said between breathless moans.
With those words, a switch seemed to flip inside the girl's psyche as the foul sounds began to pick up, the wet glugs of flesh seemed to be right next to Armin's ears, his hard-on unmistakably visible and eyes unblinking with anticipation.
"Ohhh~," Eren's black sweatpants slithered farther down his legs and Armin watched his asscheeks clench, flex, and relax under the strain of the rabid fellatio. Armin imagined that Eren was gritting his teeth, barely holding on.
Mikasa was relentless though granting no reprieve for cock surely abusing her orifice. It didn't matter as Mikasa continued to stuff him into her mouth. Then, to Armin's utter shock, Mikasa roughly grabbed and pulled Eren's naked buttocks into her, totally sheathing his length inside with an aggressive fervor. Armin imagined the way her mouth must be stretching around the length of dick, her cute nose flaring and eyes possibly filled with a hint of tears.
In a lustful and mesmerizing haze, the peeping third-wheel considered pulling out his cock, desperately needing some kind of reprieve. He thought better of it.
"I'm gonna fucking nut! I'm gonna fucking nut!" Eren stood still paralyzed in pleasure, content and willing to dump a load on Mikasa's lithe tongue.
" * Bill Nye the science guy! Bill, Bill, Bi- *"
Terror erupted all throughout Armin's body as he hurriedly and loudly rushed to shut off his ringtone. It was too late though. The abrupt disruption caused Eren to trip backwards over his fallen pants, effectively dislodging his dick with a thick squelch.
Armin, in his disheveled futile attempt to mask his presence, accidentally pushed the cracked bathroom door wide open. Completely exposing himself and all.
Like Armin, Eren and Mikasa haphazardly tried to conceal their clandestine bathroom activities. From the ground, Eren struggled to try to pull up his pants, the simple task proving annoyingly difficult in the heat of the moment while Mikasa vigorously wiped her mouth with her sleeve, cleaning the bubbling goop from her delicate features before looking up meeting the eyes of the petrified intruder.
"A-Armin?" The girl was rarely startled. Eren tilted his head back, looking at the blushing friend upside-down.
"What the fuck? Armin? We thought you a- you went home?" His pants still hung just beneath his hips, exposing his tangled pelvis and sharp obliques that delved into a 'V' shape.
"Ohwellyouknow. Haha," the chuckle died before it was heard. "I uh, my test was canceled and uhhh..." Mikasa's hair was tousled. Proof that she had just had a very close encounter with a facefuck. Her eyes were so big, the bewilderment of being caught giving head veiled them. Armin couldn't help but think of it as sexy.
"Well anyways I'll see you back at the place Eren," Armin continued to rapid-fire his words, avid to remove himself from the situation. He was bent-over at the open doorway, poorly concealing his raging boner.
As he turned away to leave, Armin tripped over his own feet, forcing himself to halt his fall by clutching the side of the sink. His tented bottoms were now on full display. Both Eren and Mikasa stared at their friend's obvious arousal, unsure of what to say.
The blonde looked as if he was about to explode,
"Well bye."
Awkwardly and shamefully, Armin scurried out of the room with his hands back to his groin. To his absolute horror, Carla was briskly walking down the hallway, seemingly worried.
"Armin, I forgot to-"
"Thanks for having me, Carla!" Armin hurried by her, folding himself even more and not daring to meet her eyes.
That evening, when Armin got to the small run-down apartment he shared with Eren, he found himself struck with an unfamiliar burst of energy; like he just didn't know what to do with himself. He paced about his room, his mind revving with the same questions he had thought earlier.
Still, no luck. Had he really been so absent that he missed the bloom of young love between his best friends? Thinking about it made his head hurt. Thinking about what he saw made his head hurt.
'No!' Armin thought. He had to forget what he had seen. It didn't concern him.
There was no evidence Eren had come back to the apartment the next day, Armin observed as he got back from his afternoon classes. The trend would continue during the weekend as the roommate would neglect to appear.
Armin tried to bury his head in his studies and part-time job but his mind wouldn't let him constantly replaying what he had accidentally seen at the Yeager house. If he had trouble preparing for his English exams before, it now felt impossible to efficiently do so.
It was quarter-till-one, Monday morning; prime college student cram hours when Armin received an unsuspecting text. Taking a welcome break from his exhausting and somewhat half-hearted study session, he grabbed his phone.
Armin hesitated when he saw the text to be from Eren. Unsure of what to expect he tapped the notification and opened the messages app. What he saw, he wished he hadn't.
There was a photo Eren had sent first but with the iPhone effect "invisible ink", meaning he would have to tap on the photo to enlarge it and then swipe his finger across the image to reveal what was really under the scrambled image. Judging by the text under the photo, Armin could only imagine.
"Been tryna train her for a while now. She doesn't like it…yet ;)
(Keep this between me and you)"
Armin stared at the messages for the better part of five minutes, stressfully mulling over whether he would reveal the image concealed in the text. He quickly tapped the photo and scrubbed the invisible ink with his thumb. His breath caught in his throat.
The photo showed a close-up image of a bubbly, athletic, pale buttocks. The round globes shown were abnormally shiny, making the supple meat glisten lewdly and besides that, the assmeat was marred a vehement red in distinct places, loosely replicating the shape of a hand, proving it had been roughly played with.
Though, what made the explicit picture so taboo was the hand that crudely accosted the right cheek, its fingers digging into the flesh and causing lubed ass-fat to explode between the wet digits. The thumb diverged towards the crack, and to Armin's perverse delight, the end of the finger was nestled tightly inside the pinkish backdoor, demonstrating the "training" taking place.
Armin couldn't identify anyone in the photo but he knew it was Mikasa's perky tush being violated.
Armin unzipped his fly, making sure to carefully haul his hardening dick through the slim opening of his undergarments. He pumped the spout of the small bottle of lotion he kept on his wooden desk and watched as the pseudo liquid sloppily plop into his open palm. The messy hand gripped his cock in a strangle and slowly but deliberately stroked his shaft with an unrelenting pressure, coating his member a goopy white.
His other hand held his phone up exasperatingly close to his face as if it were to be too far, a glorious lewd detail would escape his eyes. Armin imagined that it was his thumb inside her bunghole, stretching her. He stroked faster.
Armin didn't know why Eren would send him this photo and wasn't sure if Mikasa was aware and/or approved of this but to the stressed-out university student, at the moment, it did not matter. Things he couldn't wrap his ever motor-running mind around didn't matter. Armin just wanted to beat his dick to his friend's leaked nudes and would worry about the consequences tomorrow. Was that too much to ask for?
A/N: Just the beginning of an interesting idea I thought out. I want to deal with a decent number of themes in this story and I find the character dynamics and main character a perfect chance to do so. Any criticism or praise is welcome.