Armin Arlert

It’s been about two months since he told you the news about the breakup. You’ve been comforting him in his room, hugging him, and reassuring him. Most days he’d call you crying, begging you to either come over or sleep over. He wasn’t eating, so you often made meal preps for him so that he wouldn’t go without food. You’ve seen how messy his room gets when he gets really depressed from thinking of her, so you helped clean his room or apartment whenever you could.

You stopped him from drinking himself away and often encouraged him to take up new hobbies to keep his mind distracted. You wouldn’t lie; you lost sleep from caring for him often. You had to put a lot of things in your life on hold to care for him, often having to call off of work because Armin called you while having a panic attack, but you didn’t mind; he’s your best friend, and you wanted to help in any way you could.

At his home, you sat on his bed, a big bed with silk sheets. You held him close, hugging him as he cried. Even though they weren’t well for each other, he loved her so much. He had so much planned for her: a bigger home, making her own music room because he remembered how much Annie loved playing the guitar and writing music, he thought of marrying her, having a family with her, yet being in your arms, he wanted Annie out of his mind.

Armin needed a distraction desperately, He lifts his head off your shoulder, his eyes bloodshot from crying, but his ocean blue eyes still looked so soft, his nose stuffed, dripping with mucus that you helped wipe away with the sleeve of your shirt. “I… didn’t realize how beautiful you looked up close.” Armin whispers, You felt yourself go stiff. He’s complimented you before, but…in a moment like this? He wasn’t drunk; he didn’t smell like alcohol… So where did this compliment come from? He leans in closer, his warm breath brushing over your skin; he places a light kiss onto your neck.

His lips were soft, really soft; he leaves open wet kisses, trailing them up to your jawline, his hand that was on your waist trails up to your ribcage just below your breast, keeping his hand there. “You smell good…really good.” He murmurs against your jawline,

His lips continued to place small kisses on your jawline. “Fuck, I need you, Please do anything to me… I’m begging you…Distract me.” Armin pleads against your skin; he looks down at his lap. Armin is too busy focusing on placing kisses on your skin; you notice the obvious bulge between his thighs, straining against the fabric of his grey sweatpants.