Armin likes when you wear his jersey to his games and cheer him on from the stands but he likes it even more when you wear his jersey in bed with nothing underneath, congratulating him for winning ✨
*cums & dies* i love u andy, my wife, my mf cinnamon apple
cw: possessiveness, cream pie, slight jealousy, breeding kink, implied oral (f receiving), hair pulling, voyeurism, mentions of Eren, not proofread
Oh you look so cute, the gold adorning his jersey matches the color of your socks you wore to support him during his game. He can see his last name and number when you turn to face your friends behind you.
It makes his heart melt to see you from the stands, cheering on for him, lets everyone know that you’re taken. There’s only a small detail he could go without and that’s the fact that you’re standing a little too close to Eren for his liking. It wouldn’t bother him usually, if it wasn’t for the fact that Eren’s eyes linger too long on the curve of your ass or that your shorts are so short they keep riding up your thigh.
Oh fuck- your thighs, they look so good. So plush and warm, he can practically feel how soft they are on his cheeks, how he’ll have you squirming, crying, fingers tugging at his hair until you’re screaming for him, for more, Armin, more!
It’s exactly what happens after his game. When he gets you alone in the locker room, legs spread out for him and panties hanging off your ankle. You look pretty like this, wearing his jersey and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.
You can taste yourself on his tongue and his fingertips are hot against your skin when he pulls his jersey up over your tits.
"So pretty for me."
He palms at your breast, your hands finding his wrist and he knows what's next.
It's his favorite part. Watching you look up at him and feeling you trying to pull him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist because you can't wait anymore. You need him to fuck you.
"Just fuck me, Armin. Please."
Your voice is airy, lust-filled, and oh so sweet. It makes his cock twitch, he's placing the tip right on your clit watching as the slightest touch has you arching into him, you know what he wants next. It's what sets him off, what makes him fuck you so hard that you see stars and he's lucky that you give in to his desires so easily.
"Armin, it's yours, please. Just wanna cum on your cock."
You're the prettiest when you're under him, when you let him line his cock up with your drooling pussy, and when you let out a gasp at the stretch of him making you feel so full.
He starts slow, making sure you can feel every inch of him slipping inside of you. His moans make you shiver, he's kissing up your neck and along your jaw until he meets your lips.
Your favorite kisses are the ones he gives you when he finally buries himself balls deep into your cunt, the head of his cock kissing your cervix, and, fuck- you can't even think.
His thrusts speed up, his weight coming down against your hips and he gets rougher, greedier, and he feels like he can't get enough of you. He wants to live in the warmth of your walls around him forever, loves feeling how tight you get when you get closer, loves that you're wearing his jersey. His cute little girlfriend letting him fuck in the locker room after a game.
He wants to see his last name while you're taking his dick. Wants the image of your ass bouncing against his hips with every single one of his thrusts and wants to hear you say his name over and over again.
He's telling you to get on all fours, adjusting you so that you're comfortable enough on the bench before sheathing himself inside of you again.
He doesn't let you breathe. Thrusts so fast and harsh you can feel his balls slapping against your clit, you can hardly say anything other than a babble of his name, repeating that it's his, you're his, and you belong to him.
Fuck it goes straight to his head, wants to make sure everyone knows that you're his too. His hand cards through your hair, fingertips finding the roots before pulling your back up to his chest.
"It's mine, hm? I should cum inside of you, yeah? Let me fuck a baby into your belly so that everyone knows who you really belong to."
"Yeah, Min, want a baby, please give me a baby." you don't even know the weight behind your words. Armin always follows through with his promises.
He lets go of your hair, both hands on the fat of your hips making you match his pace. You let him, let him push you over and clamp around his length while he spills himself inside of you. He's promising that he'll fuck you like this from now on, always make sure that you're full of his cum.
Fuck, he can already feel himself start to get hard again. He's not done yet anyway, he wants to make you cry out his name.
He knows Eren is listening anyway.
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