YEAGER.

Chapter 5b. Death to the Old / Welcome Back

Author's Note: LONGEST. DREAM. EVER! But reality is going to be a nightmare. If you make it to the end, write your predictions on the last comment. I enjoy reading those as well as your comments. Are you a good person, Y/n? Just thought I'd ask, people are more honest when they dream..until next time! The next main chapter is being written, and all I have to say is that it is well worth the wait. Happy reading! And of course....

ALL HAIL EREN YEAGER!

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Your dreamland shifts to the morning after, skipping time to that summer Saturday evening with only the flashing memories of what you and Armin had done that night. The way you saddled him and saw the innocence image you'd had of him ripped from your eyes as his pupils dilated locking into yours. He dug into your hips as he switched, pumping you in from behind. With your face riddled with lust and losing touch with time, cunt clutching at his member as you came close to cumming, it didn't take much to drive you into a climax.

 At that moment, his arms wrapped around your chest, between the space of your breasts. His wrists flicked up and his fingers pressed into the sides of your neck, you felt your body's climax pulsate throughout your being. Soon after, the warmth of Armin's cum seeped out of you brought a relief to your throbbing clit and your eyes rolled back, last seeing the stars litter the outside.

Coming to, it was the morning after.  Armin was still locked into you, his arms clasped around your waist as he slept peacefully in your breasts, you smiled to yourself, tugging on your lip as you had flickers of last night replay in your mind. You looked down at him as he rested into you, you sighed, your face being overcome with emotion, before catching yourself. What a night it was, a memorable one with the few you've had but whenever you looked to him, there wasn't a dissatisfaction, but a longing. A desire for a different body breathing against yours. Neither of you should be surprised...the rush never lasts long.

Slowly disconnecting from Armin, your hands skimmed up your body and elongated into a stretch, sitting upright. He'd noticed in his sleep that you'd disconnected from him, but his face relaxed again into the pillow. He was so beautiful...what did you do to him? What did he do to you? 

What had the two of you done?

You reached for your clothes, changing into them and realized that you were hungry for breakfast, but you didn't want to be joined by anyone. It'd actually been like that for awhile, especially since the breakup with Kyland, as you guys would frequent different breakfast spots in search of the best mimosas and eggs. Without him, you'd fared well on your own, only letting his memory die out, but not the tradition. Throwing on your clothes and catching a look in the mirror, you shook your head, attempting to relieve it of the 'bed-head' look, but it wasn't budging. There was no way you could do dine for breakfasts, other guests looking at you and watching you walk in slutted shame, no. You'd just have to grab something and go, and quickly, before too many people had a chance to ask you questions. Your mind raced a mile a minute as you collected your things, smiling as you'd seen Armin's marked up book besides your underwear.

"You're not going to say goodbye?", Armin murmured, turning over to look at you sleepily in his bedroom door post.

"I didn't want to wake you, let's just say that. I like doing breakfast alone.", you responded, moving over to him, looking down at him in the bed. He turned over to the opposite side of the bed away from you.

"You can just say you're going to see him, y'know."

"You bring him up so much, I'd think you fucked him last night."