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if i can’t be yours. [armin arlert]

—for @misss-chrisss’s 1k getaway collab !

summary: for a tourist spot known for its parties, you felt more alone than ever. armin just happened to be there to comfort you… in a friendly, totally pure way.

content warning: bandboy armin, rough sex, drunk sex, breast slapping, fingering, squirting (no the reader did not pee), unprotected sex, spitting, porn w plot, paparazzi stepping on private property

word count: 4.2k

note: this collab was sm fun and ofc i had to do it w armin, so again, tysm for letting me join, chris!!

Mykonos. One of the most popular hotspots in Greece, from its beaches to the five star hotels celebrities like Leonardo DiCaprio himself have stayed in.

Being the person you are, you usually aren’t the type to go out of your way to spend copious amounts of money just to go to a well-known site, but here you are, in the airport, waiting for your ride.

You’re here as a result of one of your good friends’ constant begging to come out of your shell for once because he’s hosting a party in Mykonos as celebration for his band signing their first record label.

Eren Jaeger, a childhood friend. He’s someone who kept himself in close contact with you even despite his success and fame. Plus, if it means seeing him — which has been rare the past few months — no way you’re gonna pass on an opportunity to meet him face to face.

Even if that means you have to party. Nothing against partying, you just haven’t been feeling it lately with all the stress on your shoulders.

As you took your luggage off the conveyor belt, a pair of arms went to wrap itself around your neck. “Eren.” You whisper, turning around to see the brunette in front of you. Luscious locks sitting just below his shoulders and a pair of sunglasses leaning atop his pointed nose.

“Are you ready?” He takes the luggage from your hand, leaving one of his arms around your shoulder as you walk off the baggage pickup area and into the parking lot.

“Can I check into my hotel first?” You ask as he opens the trunk of his car to put your suitcase in. “Hotel? You’re staying in our suite, babe.” He opens the door to the passenger’s seat to let you in, and him following in the driver's.

You couldn’t complain or protest, after all, you owe him for this after ghosting him for months.

The breeze of the air conditioner hit your face, a small laugh of disappointment and nostalgia coming through your nose, because as much as this is out of your comfort zone, you really do miss Eren.

“I hate you, Eren.”

—

You’ve met his band mates before, they were all friends in high school, you can consider yourself a good friend of theirs as well, though you barely kept in touch with them after graduation. Despite this, you’re their biggest fan in terms of their boy band, 104th. Not only because you know them personally, but because you genuinely believe their music reaches for the soul, not for the fame and money that comes with it.

Eren, Jean, Connie, and Armin. The 4 individuals who altered the meaning of music for the modern generation.

The sky was full of stars, twinkling lights splattered over the raven surface of the sky. Music blared through the speakers and you were sitting in the bar in a hut, alone. You figured as much that this was going to happen, but there’s free food and alcohol so you had nothing to complain about.

After Eren picked you up at the airport, he drove you straight to the party. It was at the beach, but the white, milky sand Platys Gialos beach is particularly known for is barely even visible under the moonlight.

You weren’t the only person alone though. To your right, a familiar blonde sat next to you. As a fan, he’s your favorite, as a person however, you find him a little intimidating. He has an approachable demeanor, but it’s obvious he keeps himself distanced from his fellow bandmates.

He’s intimidating to you because you can’t read him despite knowing him personally.

Armin Arlert, the guitarist.

Connie and Jean are both outgoing, it’s easy to know what they’re thinking, but Armin? It’s as if you’re trying to figure out what’s under the ocean with your own two eyes.

That’s the thing: you can’t.

His blue eyes seemed faded as if all of this is bothersome to him, wearing nothing but swim trunks on, the curve of muscle on his chest sprinkled with sand and water.

Realizing that you’ve stared at him for too long since he seems to have noticed by the way he looked you in the eye, your cheeks flared in heat, quickly turning your head away from him and fighting the urge to slap yourself on the face for being inappropriate.

“Why isn’t Eren with you?” You turned your face to see Armin next to you, swishing his wine glass on one hand. “Mm… I’m just not feeling it tonight, ‘don’t wanna ruin the fun for him. What about you? Isn’t this supposed to be your party?” You muse, sighing against the cool air of the night, your voice raised due to the loud tunes from the speaker.

“I’m not the biggest party person. Especially if those three are around.” He chuckles, gaze turning upon the drinks displayed on the shelf in front of him.

It was a few long seconds of no exchange of words between you two. Feeling awkward, you blurted out, “Hey, ‘wanna go back to the suite? I’m bored… and you seemed bored. I mean! You don’t have to if you don’t-”

“Sure.” He answers abruptly.

“Huh?”

“Yeah. Sure. It’s already 1am and it doesn’t seem like this is going to end soon, plus walking with a friend is probably safer than alone, right?” Smile so bright and screams pureness, you couldn’t help but do so as well.

—

The walk to the suite was less than a mile long, but still lengthy nonetheless. You were glad Armin was with you the whole time, it made the trip less boring and you got to catch up with him. Learning that he still remembers some of the small details of your friendship in highschool made you feel at home. Quite ironic when you’re literally thousands of miles away from where you reside.

Before you knew it, you were already at the doorstep of the rented suite, Armin opening the door for you and the fresh scent of a clean room seeping through your nostrils.

“So… I guess this is good night.” You smile as you’re about to walk to your room, until a hand wrapped around your wrist, the grip tight but soft, almost comforting.

“Are you sleepy? Because- you know. Um… we can still hang out on the terrace upstairs, if you don’t mind.” Maybe this is all because you’re touch starved and haven’t been in heat for a while, but Armin’s presence gets your heart thumping. It’s the type you experience when your high school crush does the smallest interactions with you.

It means a lot.

Especially since you’re in a foreign country and the only person you deem as a close friend is with his other friends. Friends that have more money and fame than you’ll ever attain in this lifetime.

You’ve only been here a couple of hours, but you already felt so out of place. So when Armin initiated a conversation with you, it made you feel a little better.

A lot safer, on this unfamiliar island.

Turning your face to see his slightly anxious expression, you chuckle, “Yeah, I’ll go. Just let me go change, ‘kay?”

—

All your previous speculations about Armin seemed to be just you overthinking, you haven’t talked to the guy for a long time after all. It seems that he just prefers to be professional during interviews and would rather not say something that could get the press taking his words out of context.

Such as that one time Jean said the dumbest joke about having threesomes and some people on the internet got offended.

Or that one time Eren talked about the worst experience he’s had with a girl and got accused of being misogynistic because someone took the clip out of context and it went viral on YouTube.

You and Armin were standing side-by-side, arms resting on the metal partition of the terrace, staring at the moon that was unraveled from the dark clouds.

“Hey Armin?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you agree to go back here with me? You know a lot of people want you there, right?” You’re unsure as to why you’re bringing this up, but you couldn’t help but assume that he only went back to the suite because he felt bad for you.

“Couldn't you see I was alone?” He laughs, eyes looking straight at the moon.

“Yeah, but that’s because you chose to. Come on, aren’t you supposed to be celebrating for such a big accomplishment? Your solo mini album was amazing too, I say you deserve to go out there and party.” This isn’t what you want. You want him to stay with you, right here in this place. Under the warm light of the moon.

So why are you implying that he should go back there?

He just shrugs, a hand brushing through his soft blonde locks. “I told you. I'd rather celebrate with a smaller group. Half the people out there are people I’ve never even spoken to, how am I supposed to enjoy that?”

You sigh, slightly regretting the fact that you've pried too much. “Sorry.”

He asks, “Don’t be… what about you though? What are you doing here instead of taking advantage of your time by having fun?”

“Well, to be honest… I don’t know. I guess I’d rather hang out with you. It’s been a while after all.”

“Me too.” He half whispers, both your eyes glued to the scenery that lies in front of you. The calm waves brushing towards shore, the moonlight reflecting on the turquoise water, it was mesmerizing to gaze upon.

“Hm.” You breathe through your nose, turning your face to look at Armin only for him to do it at the exact same time, eye to eye.

“Armin… have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” Must be the alcohol kicking in your system now, you aren’t usually this blunt about your thoughts. But they really were pretty.

That’s why you keep staring at him. You can get lost in his eyes.

“No, but thank you. You look beautiful too. Always have been.” He gives you such a gentle smile, it makes your heart drop.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You can feel your cheeks warm, your hand going up to rub your shoulder.

“Eren never told you? I had a crush on you back in highschool. I just… was too nervous to say anything. I’m actually nervous saying this to you right now.” He tries to conceal his shaky voice with a laugh, which only causes you to giggle along with him.

You never really noticed Armin back then, aside from the fact that he and Eren shared a close bond throughout high school. All you remember was thinking he was a cute dork with shoulder length hair and thick glasses. He was always the type to get shaken up by minor inconveniences, wasn’t necessarily your type, but it was adorable at the time.

Now he’s grown, it seems like he’s been working out lately too.

So many filthy thoughts are running through your head just looking at him right now. The way those toned arms could cage you in as he hovers above you, or the way those pink lips would feel against yours.

God, you were in heat. Probably because you’re touch starved and haven’t had anyone to call as a partner lately, but either way. You couldn’t help but come closer towards him, taking his jaw with your hands, fingertips on his chin and pulling him just millimeters from your face.

Voice low and a bit slurry, you say, “Do you think you still feel the same way now?” He leans in, his forehead bumping against yours. “Not sure, but I wanna find out.” Putting his thumb against your bottom lip, you catch a glimpse of him with a smirk plastered on his face. “Do you mind?” He whispers.

“Not at all.” You envelope your arms around his neck before he crashes his lips on yours, his lips so soft with a slight hint of ouzo from earlier.

All of this is under the influence of being intoxicated. This is probably wrong in so many ways, but at the moment this just feels so right. As if this was what you came all the way to Greece for.

Armin Arlert, the guitarist of the rising 104th. The one who has fangirls that would kill to be in your place, the one just initiated a kiss with you, and the one you long for right now.

You whimpered when his hand squeezed the back of your neck. He slowly pulled away, his lips glossed with your saliva. “So? Did you find out?” You trace your finger across his pectoral area as you wait for his answer.

“Yeah, so is it okay for me to ask if you want to continue?” You pulled him for another kiss, rougher than the one prior, your lips smacking on his hungrily.

Walking into his room with kisses in between, you found yourself pushing him off a little, hand leaning against his chest. “Is everything alright?” Armin breathes, airy breath hitting the tip of your nose.

You sigh, looking up at the blonde with a slight smile. “Yeah… it’s just. I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship, I mean- I didn’t see you for-“ You were interrupted with a thumb holding your lips close. “Hey, hey. This isn’t me pressuring you into a relationship, okay? This is just a one time thing.” He used the same thumb to rub the corner of your mouth, the gentle gesture not giving you a choice but to chuckle quietly through your nose as you nodded at his reassuring words.

“So let me make you feel good, hm?” Palm cupped against your cheeks, you uttered a small ‘yeah’ before you shut your eyes, letting Armin take you by the lips again, the mellow plump of his lips that only leaves you wanting more.

You sensed his hand going down your underwear, finger going swiftly in between your folds, your body shuddering at the cold contact, both your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage.

Having sex with Armin definitely wasn’t on your list of things to do in Mykonos, but it’s not like you had anything else in mind. You trust him and you’re willing to share this type of intimacy with him even if it’s only for one time.

The only question now is, do you actually want this to be the first and your last with him?

Armin curled his index finger on the waistband of your shorts as well as your underwear, sliding them down your legs, letting the pieces of garment plop on the quartz tiles. You both shed yourself off the rest of your clothes, leaving yourself bare to each other.

“Want you, Armin.” You whisper, almost as if you were telling yourself instead of to him.

Foreheads still against each other, he murmurs teasingly, “Want me?” All while his finger rubs against your cunt, already swollen and in need of stimulation.

Your legs shaken, you nod, Armin turning you around by the shoulders, your back now against his chest while still on your feet. With one of his arms wrapped around you, hand cupping the swell of your breast, his other was working circles against your clit, fingertips of his index and middle swiping back and forth on one of your most sensitive parts.

“Oh- Armin-“ Head thrown back against his shoulder, he gave you sloppy kisses on your neck, using his teeth once he coaxed you into submission. His hardened cock was pressed right up against your ass, you subconsciously grinded on him as his long fingers taunted you, your hand going down to guide his hand where you wanted him to touch you.

He thought it was adorable; cute. How you’re so easy to play with, so easy to get you to submit despite the big wall you put in between yourself and others. That apathetic masquerade you act as – that’s just a sham, he knew all that. Under that mask is just… you. Someone who’d like to feel tender affection just like everyone else.

The little whimpers of pleasure that he elicits from you each time he rubs over your little clit, not to mention the warmth of your hand holding his own, trying to steer it where you want it, he could stay like this forever, just embracing you.

He’s well over his little crush on you, he honestly just wanted a good fuck and trusted you enough to be who he gets the ball rolling with, but he couldn’t help but think in the back of his head.

‘I want you as mine.’

A soft whine wrung out your throat, “Baby… please touch me more.” Two of his fingers glided over your hole, then pushed it inside you. It was evident in your sharp gasps that you were in utter bliss and he took pride in that. He took pride knowing that you’re moaning because his fingers are inside you and not anyone else’s.

You attempted to rut on his fingers, but his grip on your breast slightly tightened, the pressure of his palm against the mound of flesh evoking a throaty groan from you, preventing you from moving, aside from little squirms.

Armin didn’t shy away from moving his fingers in and out of you at a moderate pace, digits covered arousal as he pulled out then back in. “God… god! Armin… please, please—“ With a hard curl of his fingers inside you, he reached the spot that immediately that your breathing paused, a tight scream that got you on your tippy toes.

You were shuddering against him, he could feel the snugness of your body while you had trouble trying to keep balance, your knees obviously wobbly.

Your vision was blurry for a split second, Armin taking his fingers off you and rubbing your clit to your orgasm. When you felt diluted liquid run down your legs, you immediately held his wrist to stop.

Breathlessly, you pant, “Fuck…” With head tilted on the crook of his neck, your breast sore with the print of his hand as well as your neck and shoulders littered with saliva splotches and hickeys. Your legs felt weak, you would’ve collapsed on your knees if Armin wasn't behind you.

He caressed your inner thigh, lips right next to the hull of your ear as he whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… thanks.” Head thrown back on his shoulder, mind too hazed to worry about the wet mess in between your legs.

Still not being able to face him, he led you to the foot of the bed, just inches from where you just were. Your palms on the edge of the mattress, ass up in the air, you spread your legs as you wait for Armin to shove his cock inside you. Body feeling as if you were a fresh slab of jello, you could do nothing but follow what position Armin wished you to be in.

The alcohol in you has made you vulnerable, Armin could throw you around like a rag doll and you’d let him. You felt dizzy and prone to falling asleep, but the little sliver of soberness telling you that you’re about to get dick for the first time in a long time kept you awake.

He rubbed his palm from your lower back down to your pussy before he gave it a light smack, knowing how sensitive it still is. You uttered a small ‘fuck yeah’ in a sotto voce tone, an approval of his ministrations. Your cunt was dripping, a small trail of slick running down your thighs evident by the moonlight reflecting through the huge window of his room. Puffy folds begging to be penetrated, hole needing something to warm around, it was a challenge for Armin to stay patient.

If he’d known you were so goddamn wet and tight just for some dick, he would’ve taken you as his a long time ago. He’s experimented with a handful of people in the past, none of them seemed to satisfy him as much as you have.

And he hasn’t even felt you yet.

“Need you, baby. I need you to fuck me now, m’so horny.” You mewl, forehead resting on the soft sheets of the comforter. “I know, I know. But I don’t want you to get hurt, sweet girl. Just wait a little more, okay?”

A small whimper of approval, his tip bumped against your clit, his cock dragging down in between your folds before he reached your hole, slowly but surely piercing his cock through you. It was a bittersweet sensation of burn and pleasure, it was too good for both parties. Your cunt was sucking him in, Armin getting too impatient and clapped his hips right on your ass, your body jolting forward in accordance to his movement.

“Nn, yeah- mhm…” A frail praise falters from your lips, Armin taking a few seconds to let you get used to his size. His hands grabbed the meat of your hips, pulling you closer towards him before pushing you out, then slamming you back in. The impact of his cock so deep in your frothing cunt got you chanting his name like a prayer, spit and drool puddling the sheets beneath you, one cheek leaned against the soft mattress.

Your knees bumped against the mahogany frame of the bed with each thrust, you lifted one of your legs on the bed to give Armin better access. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Armin, just like that-“ It’s as if he’s got it all calculated in his pretty little head; the speed, the depth of his thrusts, he’s got you all figured out.

Pussy sputtering with cream everytime he fucked into you, his breathing became jagged, hands slippery with sweat as he tried to keep his grip on you. “Yeah baby? You like it rough, don’t you? So fuckin’ dirty.”

You mumble, “Hah- yes- ‘love it. Fuck me rough, Armin… I’m your dirty girl.” Your use of possessive pronouns, referring to yourself as his — as his dirty girl, for a moment how he wishes that was true. Who would’ve thought Eren’s best friend would be squeezing him so well. Plush walls pulsating around his cock, and from the way you’re trembling, he felt you were close. A palm holding your lower back down, he pulled out.

“Turn.” He demands sternly, your weakened body rolled around to face him. His toned out body glimmered with sweat, blue eyes staring you down full of lust. Your cheeks were spotted with saliva, nipples fully erect from the cold air the ac churns out.

A smile lights up his pale face, the back of his hand caressing the dried up tears from the corner of your eye. “Was it nice? You want more, babe?” It was more of a rhetorical question because he didn’t need you to answer.

“Yes… ‘need it.”

He placed his dick on top of your folds, taking his sweet time lubricating himself from your juices, your hips grinding against him to feel something — anything. It was finally when he entered your hole again that you almost choked on air from gasping. “M’so sensitive.” Lips parting as you groaned out all the air you have in your lungs as Armin ignored you and kept the pace he was at earlier. You wrapped one leg around his waist to pull him closer as your other was placed on the wooden foot of the frame.

Your boobs jiggled as he impaled his cock in your drooling hole, he gave it light slaps, fascinated by the way it bounced with the contact of his palm. His free hand went to grab your jaw, from your head tilted to the side to meet his eyes. “Gorgeous.” He kneaded your breasts to soothe the pain, only to smack it again as he gathered saliva in his mouth, then rolling his tongue out as the glob of spit made it straight in your agape mouth. Swallowing his warm saliva, you writhe under him, but you didn’t complain nor whine.

After all, this is what you asked for.

With a few more messy thrusts, his cock repeatedly hitting your spot, you felt like cumming again. “Armin, yes, please, hah- please, I wanna cum- haaahhhh yesss” You hiss, hands grabbing onto your chest to brace yourself, legs tense as you came, coating Armin’s cock with your fresh slick.

Your head trashed on the bed as his hands touched you all over, from your breasts to pressing on your tummy, his breathing so loud that it was turning into needy whimpers. He frantically pulled out, strings of white, warm cream splattering on your abdomen.

Even after he already came, his cock still twitched, the slit of his tip dripping with cum. With the little force you still had in you, you took hold of his arm and pulled him for a sweet kiss eagerly, as if it’ll be the last time you’ll ever feel his lips.

He closed his eyes and cupped your warm cheeks. “You were amazing”

You exhale through your nostrils, giggling as you intertwine your lips with him once more.

Mykonos is widely known for its wild parties, even Leonardo DiCaprio has been spotted here. But the thing about events like these is that paparazzi tend to sneak in and stalk celebrities, even if it means they have to step in private property to take rare shots.

Armin always avoided controversy, he’s the only one in the band that hasn’t been tangled in some type of scandal. At least, not for now.

Cameras are considered as one of the world’s greatest inventions. Though, maybe not for this situation.

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