⚠️ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD ⚠️

CW: lots of cum! mommy kink, overstim, pussyjob, finger sucking, nipple play, orgasm denial/control

Armin's house

Armin hasn't been a good boy lately.

he's gotten too impatient... too needy for you to come over here and fuck him! he's always been a good boy, such a good boy for you.

Not once has he slipped up and done something wrong. No, not once has he gotten punished because he's always been your good boy.

but today seemed to be hopeless for him. his balls have gotten so heavy over the past couple of days without you, he wakes up with the most tender, dripping tip... he just misses you so much — no words can explain but you could say his cock counts as one example.

He knows it's so wrong because mommy's gonna be mad at him but he convinces himself that this is for you.

yes, of course, this is for you. he fucks his fist so hard he's got pearls of white sliding off his purple beaten tip dripping down to his knuckles, he's got glorious amounts of cum waiting to be pumped out and he can't help but become so whiny and call out your name through it all because this is for you...

"whatcha doin' cutie?"

He wishes he were hallucinating — praying that he's just hearing your voice out of desperation, out of love and lust and being so fucked out but he's not.

H sees you standing by his door, back pressed against the frame as you watch him attentively and he's afraid.

He's afraid that you don't look as mad as he thought you would be... with that sweet smile on your face, he's convinced that he'll be rewarded soon! he's so excited, he's been waiting for you for too long. he needs you.

"mommy, please! this is for you! see, it's because of you." he's sweating as he speaks, brought to tears at how overstimulated he's feeling.

kicking yourself off his door frame, you see him twitching as you walk closer, "i thought mommy told you about our rules." your finger traces the indents of muscle on his tummy, covered in your favorite kind of milk.

dipping your finger, you bring it back up to savor it — the same taste as always and it makes him whine. armin feels himself cumming again at the simple sight of you enjoying what he works so hard to give you.

your good boy takes care of himself, did you know that? he wants to be so good, taste so sweet that you keep asking for more and he'll give it to you as many times as you want.

it's what a good boy is supposed to do!

"undress me," your hands reach the mess of hair splayed across his face, brushing them to the side as he sits up, rushing to take everything off of you.

he's trembling with his heavy cock out when you notice the amount of cum that starts to drip off of his body, his chest and his stomach; by the looks of it, you're sure he's gone multiple rounds before you made it his and Eren's shared home and found him in bed.

it's just that he keeps getting harder every time, no wonder he wants to get drained.

after each piece of clothing he rips off, his lips land on your skin. He wants to get on his knees and start all over again — just as long as he gets another second to worship you.

Armin takes a moment to look at you in all your glory, hands held out only inches away from your waist but he doesn't dare to move you around.

he looks up at you, blush overtaking his face and his tip starts tearing up again.

"you'll take everything i give you and you won't complain." your voice is sultry, cupping his face while your knees come to his sides. Armin's hands come to hold your waist as he falls onto his back, your lips pressing against his.

he's throbbing; when your fingertips graze along his chest like matches blazing against his skin, when your lips taste so much like honey, he needs to glide his tongue over every corner of your mouth... he's throbbing when he feels your already wet pussy on the soft of his lower belly, unbearably close to his sticky shaft.

"you haven't been good lately," you move your hands down to grab his dick, jerking it a bit before sliding a finger through his slit — too hard and too hot, it makes his shaky breathes come to a stop.

"—but it's for you! i did it for you mommy!" Armin defends himself when his hands reach for your shoulders, grazing up all along your neck until he caresses your cheeks; his thumb traces your lips playfully before you open up and stick your tongue out, encouraging him to put his finger inside.

your legs spread a little wider when you finally grind down on him — your hot slick covering his shaft as he feels your plush nub rub him hard and fast. quickly giving him a slight suck on his thumb, you move his hand down to squeeze your breast before he could protest.

"yeah? all for me? is this all for me too?" your hand travels back to squeeze his needy balls all while pressing yourself harder onto his cock, his sensitive tip barely peeking itself inside of you.

"hah— yes! yes, yes, yes! i'm all yours," he's fallen so far out from reality, all he can do is whimper and grip your tit even harder... pinching your nipple the way you like it. he wants to please you so badly — you're so warm, so hot, so good to him. even when you're using him the way you want, there's nothing more in the world he could ask for...

"i'm all yours," his voice is so high pitched, chest left heaving, eyes getting pricked with tears, "all yours." he says it with another hand sliding down to fuck your clit.

it makes you jump, the way he knows how to fuck you right. tight circles pressed on your clit, another hand groping your tit as he sits up again only to stuff it all in his mouth; armin looks up at you, pleading eyes awaiting praise with his tongue lapping and teeth grazing your skin. he pops it out of his mouth before he takes it back in.

"aah— make me cum.. make me cum baby," he makes your back arch with a simple touch. bullied tip slips inside for a heavenly second, clamping down so harshly he's... "fuck, g'na cum. gonna— aah. mommy.. so good."

you grab his face. shaking him out of his hazy eyes, out of his slowing motions, out of his orgasm; you tell him with a little poison in your voice, "good boys make mommy cum first..."

"and you wanna be a good boy, don't you?" you wipe a tear falling down his cheek. it's not your fault he's fucked himself too hard before you appeared. no, it's not your fault he's shaking and overstimulated. it's not your fault he's a whimpering mess either.

sniffling, armin's pushing out every ounce of energy to keep his hands fucking you until you reach your high; rubbing, sucking, nibbling... he does it again and again because he's a good boy. and good boys make mommy cum first.

it's the only thing that's ringing through his mind every time he feels himself tipping over. your pussy is just so good to him. with every thrust, his cockhead disappears into your folds and he's done for but once it comes back, he's redder than before.

"mommy, i'll be good. i'll be so good to you." more tears fall, his hand determined to give you everything you need.

"yeah? keep going, keep going — i'm so close baby." your hands tangled in his hair, gripping the ends around the nape of his neck, your moans begin to flow into his ear and down to his cock.

it hurts... it hurts so bad. it's red, he's hot, it's purple, he's crying. he's dizzy, he's flying, he's falling. he's everything and nothing, all at once.

just so completely fucked out but looking at you cumming on his fingers just drives him to the brink of insanity. you're gorgeous, sweat on your chest, your breathes ragged and lips quivering. your moans calling out his name, the sound he wants to have ring forever in his head.

then it's like everything stops. time goes still.

he watches you get up and off him, legs trembling as you stand on your own. he's left sitting there, the loss of your touch making him shiver until it comes back again in the form of your fingers tilting his head up and at you.

"next time, don't fuck yourself while i'm not around."

armin knows he hasn't been a good boy. he knows it was wrong of him to disobey. he knows he didn't do it all for you.

he knows it's his fault he's left in the dust and he knows this is his first and last punishment because he doesn't know how he'll ever cope if he's left like this again... so he has to be a big boy now.

"yes mommy."

Armin's pov

i woke up instantly my chest drenched in sweat. wtf was that? i tried to move but felt instant pain in my lower half. looking down, i see a tent in my boxers.

Not again.