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Post by Ventia on Jul 31, 2021 16:16:32 GMT -5
Damn, Armin clenched his fist, watching Annie slide out of his peripheral vision, and pressed that closed fist to the shower wall. He bent his forehead to it, catching his breath, and reached for more of the cold water. He let the water cool, knowing he was wasting time but that was the whole point, he thought with a sigh. It wasn’t safe for Armin to be alone with his thoughts for too long, with his gift of worrying over the slightest detail. Had he gone too far? Did he say something wrong? Armin rubbed his head, entering the cold fray and shaking at the chill that held him. He rinsed, then washed his hair and body again for good measure, after all he did get beer all over him, and yes it still bothered him.
Armin turned off the water, reaching for a towel and drying himself off still in the shower, peeking out and surprised to see Annie’s profile by his bed. A sliver of hope pumped into his heart and Armin had to regain control of his breathing yet again as he painfully and slowly continued to dry himself off. Once that was done, he hanged it over his shoulders and stepped out. Grabbing another towel to wrap around his waist as he had done earlier and using the towel on his shoulders to pat dry his hair. Finally he joined Annie into his bedroom and sat next to her on the foot of the bed.
Armin stayed quiet, taking a few moments to really dry his hair, while giving Annie more time alone to her thoughts. He wanted to say something, tell her everything that he kept bottled inside, but he could hear her words from earlier. How she didn’t do relationships. Didn’t want to, he assumed. He couldn’t very well tell her the truth, it would just drive her away-scare her off. Armin frowned and turned around to face her, relaxing once he could see her again. Armin didn’t want to lose this golden chance, of being in Annie’s life again, it had been far too long and if he was ever honest with himself, he would admit she was the sole reason Armin was even here in this city.
“How are you feeling cutie?” Armin reached out, cupping her bare knee and trying to relax her with smoothing small circles with his fingers. He met her eyes and felt his hunger for her still raw and needy, but was more concern over her wants and needs to act on it. He cared for her too much.
“We can have those snacks now if you want, watch a movie and cuddle? We don’t have to do anything Annie.” He gave her a sweet smile and patted her knee, standing up, holding on to his towel as he moved about the room to get two clean white tees. He threw one down next to Annie and pulled the towel off from his shoulders, laying it in the hamper and putting on the clean shirt. He found some boxers and pulled those up from under the towel before putting that one in the hamper as well.
“Come on, check out my goodies and see if any are worthy for you.” He teased playfully, trying to lighten the mood and crossed her, intending to leave the room.
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Post by Decoii on Jul 31, 2021 17:05:18 GMT -5
Annie wanted to laugh because she came in with so much confidence and now she was so unsure of herself it was ridiculous. Despite being so forward, kissing her in a way she never expected to come from him, Armin was still himself. Still worried, still gentle, still willing to put his needs aside to help her get through whatever was on her head. It was just like before, except it really wasn't, and Annie was just feeling a bit overwhelmed. Like Armin was behind this door in her past that she didn't want to reopen because it was a door that not only had him in it, but was filled with some of her lowest points.
"The heat and the alcohol got to me." she explained simply. It wasn't a lie, per say, but it wasn't really the whole truth.
With a sigh, she grabbed Armin's arm and pulled him back towards her a bit roughly. When he turned to look at her, she shook her head. She didn't want his stupid shirt and she didn't really want him dressed either. She didn't want him to pull away but she wasn't sure if she was ready to have him all that close either. "Just hold on, okay?" She said a bit sternly while looking at his chest.
Annie had no idea what she was trying to do or even what she wanted to say at this point because her chest was aching with a shit load of mixed feelings that she hadn't felt in so long. It was mildly horrifying and she was sure Armin would be able to see through her if she looked up at him at the moment.
With a smile, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and slowly pulled it up and off of him while pushing him back towards the bed. His knees hit the mattress and Armin silently sat down. She knew he was probably either trying to figure out what she was thinking or processing his own feelings and Annie knew that too much thinking, especially right now, would do both of them no good.
She still wanted him, despite also wanting to run the hell away.
Before he could react, she sat on his lap and held his face lightly, eyes glued to his lips. The towel was basically useless with how it rode up her body as she straddled him and with a soft smile, she leaned forward and gently gave him a kiss. It was soft and quick and when she pulled away, she half expected him to toss her off of him. But when he didn't, Annie sighed happily and came back down for another, her lips pressing lightly against his as her hands slid down his face and towards the back of his nape. She pulled his hair, making his chin rise and with the better angle, she kissed him harder as she pressed down against him.
The feeling of him, still hard for her, between her legs made a soft sound of pleasure escape her lips as she pulled his bottom lip between her teeth so she could nibble on it before slipping her tongue into his mouth so she could taste him while deepening the kiss.
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Post by Ventia on Aug 3, 2021 21:19:09 GMT -5
Armin could feel his need for her growing with each second. He had tried to be a gentleman, to call it quits and give them both the easy way out. But the moment Annie had tossed him in bed and started kissing him back, Armin had lost the last few remaining rational thoughts he still harbored. Now all he could think about was Annie Leonhart and how much he needed her right now, this very moment, or he’d very well could die from their back and forth teasings.
He hummed in his delight, hands coming to tentatively stroke the length of her spine, enjoying the smooth skin almost as much as her kisses. That first one had stole his breath, so sweet, Armin thought, even as his heart began kicking up again with the urgency of her tongue now. He brushed back part of her hair, but instead of letting go, Armin allowed himself to enjoy the soft texture, entwining his fingers in the blonde locks and gripping the back of her head, bringing her closer to him if that was possible and matching her with every flick of his tongue and nibbling on her sweet lips.
He pulled back, dragging his mouth down her chin to her neck and planting kisses along the way. His hand slipped from her hair and slid back down the curve of her back, he hugged her tighter against him, even as his kisses delved lower, he nibbled on her collarbone, sucking the delicate skin, before bending his head to the side, licking down her chest until he was kissing the tops of her breasts. He nuzzled his face against her, squeezing her again, his hums low and contented, Armin released one hand, cupping her breasts and bringing them up and closer to his face.
Armin glanced up to gauge Annie’s face but it was a wrong move to make because her needy expression sent him on overdrive. Her eyes were cloudy with desire and enjoyment, her lips red from their kisses, her cheeks pink, his little kiss marks all over her sent a possessive wave through Armin, one that shook his arms, made him grasp her tighter, made him want to never let her go.
Armin groaned, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he dipped his head slightly, his mouth sliding down the curves of her breast, his tongue flicking wildly to taste everywhere, until he caught her nipple between his teeth, Armin let out another guttural sound as he sucked on the sensitive bud, rubbing his tongue against it and softly twisting it between his teeth, his hands switching positions so that he could cup the other one and play with it also while still hugging Annie tightly on top of him.
His hand at her back did stray lower as well, fondling her ass over the slipping towel and feeling his cock pulsing begging for attention. Armin swore inwardly, wondering what this woman was doing to him and wondering how he could ever be normal after her.
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Post by Decoii on Aug 5, 2021 18:43:02 GMT -5
Annie let out a soft groan as she looked down at him. He was being so attentive, felt so good, and she wondered if he even noticed that he was crushing her with his grip. She let out a small laugh as she held her body up by pressing both palms on either side of his head, so when his tongue darted and circled over one of her aching nipples, she could press her breast down against his face.
Finally seeing it happen in person was so much better than just talking about it over the phone when they'd been kids. A weird sense of nostalgia hit her and she paused just to look at him. Maybe she hadn't entirely forgotten about him like she thought she did and maybe- "This isn't a game anymore, I've missed you."
The words made her freeze and even Armin stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. There was a small pause before his swollen lips pulled up into a smile. "Annie- I-"
But she wasn't ready to hear whatever he wanted to say so she brought her breast down against his lips again, Arching her back and pressing her breast to his face. Her words made her panic and while she initially wanted to drag this out, she felt desperate now. Like she'd revealed something she shouldn't have and was now trying to cover it up.
She let out a soft moan when his tongue finally darted across her hard nipples and she shifted in his lap so she wouldn't be crushing him when she squeezed her arms between his grip so she could start pulling down his underwear. "Armin," She hissed when he refused to budge, "I can't wait much longer- please-." Her voice was desperate enough to make him groan against her chest and finally move to lift himself up and help her pull them down enough to finally exposed his swollen shaft, shinning with hints of precum.
There was so much left to touch, taste, and explore. Annie knew she was rushing, but the throbbing in between her legs was unbearable and the ache in her chest was hurting more and more the more she thought. She just wanted to stop thinking and with a sigh, she moved her legs so she could properly straddle him and lowered herself down against him.
She could feel his heat against her, sliding in between her soaked lips. Just an inch more and he'd be inside of her but she arched her back, making him slide upwards between her lips. The head of his dick rubbing her swollen clit and Annie let out a curse, pressing further down until his whole length was between her wet lips and she could grind up and down against the underside of his stiff member. "Oh, fuck Armin." She moaned out, her upper body pressing down against him, her hands wrapping around his neck as she used her elbows to hold herself up and keep from crushing him completely.
Her fingers curled around his hair and she pulled, she was throbbing and trembling at the feeling of him. He was utterly consuming, even like this, and Annie was sure she'd climax any second with the friction and feeling this was giving her. She trembled, goosebumps forming up her arms and down her legs. "You're killing me."
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Post by Ventia on Aug 7, 2021 23:20:04 GMT -5
Armin chuckled at that, it came out rough and strained, she was the one killing him, not the other way around. He wanted to tell her so much, wanted to question her more about everything she kept hidden from him, wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, to drag this moment out for as long as he could, knowing it would be his first and his last.
“So impatient aren’t we love?” Armin mused but felt that same urgency despite his earlier claims. He needed to be inside of her, needed to fuck her, needed to be consumed by her fiery passion. Armin rocked his hips, each movement sent him deeper into madness, tangled him tighter under her spell. He could feel himself slipping, each thrust getting him closer to her entrance, almost entering her but never actually doing so. He grunted with annoyance, her desperate voice was flooding his head, making him feel drunk and high, on a tip he’d never be able to experience again.
Armin threw her under him, readjusting to being on top, and pressing his body down hard against her, his hands caressing her tits, pressing down on her stomach, sliding open her legs wider for him and locking them in place with his own. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip up and down her pussy, rubbing her clit in little circles and watching his precum ooze against her pink bud, sliding erotically down and dripping into her hole. Armin took a moment to appreciate the sight before bending down once more, he claimed her lips, rubbing his cock more intently against her, his tongue sliding across her lips, his cock pressing against her entrance, he heard her sigh, he let out a moan of his own, pressed a little deeper inside of her, and felt the tip of his cock just barely enter her pussy.
Armin’s eyes rolled back on their own accord behind closed lids, the tight feeling squeezing him was like no other, he sucked in a breath through his nose, biting her bottom lip, and huffing into their kiss, she was clawing at his hair and back, her hips lifting up, trying to take more of him, it pulled another rough chuckle out of him, his hands clenched the bedsheets next to her, as he slid another inch into her, groaning at the bliss he felt, drinking up her soft mews and gasps, that high feeling only flooding his head more.
Armin dragged his mouth off of hers, opening his eyes and burning the sight of Annie into his mind. He grabbed her wandering hands and pin them above her head, holding both wrists with one hand and using the other to slide down her body, fondling her creamy flesh as he went, until he was rubbing her clit, unable to stop his pleasure at feeling how wet she was getting by the second.
“Oh Annie.” Armin breathed, pulling back that inch and sliding back down, he was still only teasing her with the tip of his cock, liking the way her greedy pussy clenched around him, trying to drag him in, liked the way she kept thrusting her hips up, as if she couldn’t stand it no longer. He knew it to be true, knew he was close to his limit, but still greedily didn’t want to let this moment pass him so fast.
“You feel so good, god Annie, this pussy, so tight, so wet, I just wanna fuck you till you’re crying begging me to stop mmmm I like that.” Armin tightened his hold on her wrists, smirking at how she tried to wiggle out from underneath him, he knew she could if she wanted to, knew she probably overpowered him, but Annie didn’t really want to escape his grasp. The truth of that only turned him on more.
Armin sank into her, filling her completely, unable to stop himself no longer, he bit his lips, muffling his growl of a groan, and drank in the sight of Annie’s eyes rolling back, her mouth opening and letting out a satisfied moan, before whipping her gaze back open, and telling him without words what she wanted.
More. More. More.
Armin thrusted into her, she was so tight it felt like she was crushing him, and the feeling only sucked at his soul. He cursed, reluctantly pulled back a few inches before relentlessly filling her again and again. He squeezed her wrists, keeping this deadly tempo for a few thrusts, before releasing her wrists, grabbing the back of her neck instead and lifting her up, kissing her silent, thrusting again and again into her sweet tightness, rubbing those insistent circles over her clit, and clutching her to him.
Armin was in heaven, he must have died, or was this hell? Knowing he’d never have her again? Ugh. Armin moaned, that was hell. Not having this again? Not having her?
He nipped at her lips, cupping her cheek, twirling his fingers into her hair, he stole her breath, gave her his own, and moaned her name countless times between their kisses, each thrust bringing him that much closer to spilling himself deep and hot inside of her. He didn’t think he’d have it in himself to pull out in time. Matter of fact, Armin simply didn’t want to.
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