empty spaces ~ armin x reader

chapter ten // better than revenge

He calculated my expression, drawing conclusions from my vulnerability. I had the sinking feeling that what he was going to say next would have me reveal something I had buried deep down.

A smirk claimed his twisted mouth. "He only gets with sluts."

My brows furrowed together. I suddenly recalled why I was livid with him. I was reeling because of Armin and here he was calling me a slut? I had been chasing him incessantly since I got on this goddamn island. All he had done for me was disappear then spontaneously reappear raving about another girl. It propelled me to make dangerously impulsive decisions.

"Fuck you, Armin."

His face was unexpectedly satisfied with my response. I was seething with rage and he combated it with his own smugness. That enraged me even more. I took both my hands and shredded the front of his shirt in a single movement. Buttons were discarded on the comforter as his bare chest reflected the pale moon. My anger dissipated as I gazed down at the curves and divots of his front. It was honed like an ancient warrior in the history books Armin loved to read. The muscles contracted with each inhale. I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and brushing against him with gentle awe. I used a single finger to trace down the crack dividing his abdomen. I audibly gasped as my touch landed on a defined V. I used both hands and pulled my palms down the V to the strap of his pants. Armin groaned again, tossing his head back towards the ceiling. I stopped myself just before undoing them.

"My dress. I want it off," I said.

I made a move to undo the zipper, but Armin beat me to it. He painstakingly pulled the zipper down and pulled the straps over my shoulder. His steady hands shifted the dress down my body, slowly exposing each part of my body. He brought his mouth to the base of my throat, kissing and nipping at the origin. It was like he was consuming the air I breathed before my lungs could fill. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he brought his ardent mouth down to my collar bone. My body caved in on itself, completely fracturing beneath him. With each kiss, he inched my gown lower. I bent into him, molding into the framework of his solid structure.

The ensemble I wore like a weapon aimed at Armin's ignorance fell below my breasts. I used my hand entangled in his blonde hair to push his head lower. I guided his mouth to the focal point of my chest between my breasts. It felt like ice pervading beneath my skin, aflame as his head dipped to take my left nipple between his lips. I rocked forward with my hips and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing hard into him. He broke away from me with a stifled moan. He worked his way from the left to the right. I bit my lip hard to stop myself from being too audible. In a way, I felt like I was being punished for my public transgressions.

His slow movement drove me senseless. All I could see from my vantage point was his hair falling above my breasts and his exposed back spanning down my body. His teeth began to tease me, which sent me over the edge. I clawed at his back like a wild animal, tearing into his flesh relentlessly. A moan escaped his lips that reverberated on my peaked nipples. A searing sensation tickled my fingers. Steam wafted through his skin making the air hazy.

"Holy shit," I breathed and Armin laughed. His hands pushed the skirt of my dress away and released the dagger I had forgotten about. Originally, I had planned to use it in case any trouble arose, but perhaps it could serve other purposes too. He pressed the dagger into my hand, silently consenting to my thoughts.

When his mouth reconnected with my skin his attention had moved on to my stomach. The dress was now bunched at my hip. With a swift tug, he had it off and discarded it on the floor. Icy tendrils stroked their way down my body and I dropped the dagger.

Armin was awestruck. Words seemed to fail him.

In the seconds of his hesitation, I claimed my opportunity. I used my hands to trail his sides. When I reached his hips I dipped my thumbs below his waistline. I undid his belt, pulling it deliberately through the loops and tossing it in the direction of my dress. His pants were next as I pulled them down to his knees and he took them off the rest of the way. By this point we were racing, no longer patient or teasing. It took both our combined efforts to tear his briefs off and release his arousal. He planted his hands on both sides of my head as he angled his cock in the right spot. I drew in a breath through my teeth as he slowly crept into me. Each inch sent furious cries through my body. As he reached his limit, he pulled away then moved back swiftly. Armin's eyes slid to mine once he found a rhythm. We watched each other with soft smiles. I leaned up to kiss him, and as his lips met mine I drove the tip of the dagger into his skin.

He whimpered into my mouth and I matched it with a cruel smile. After all, I did want to make his heart hurt as mine did.

"I despise you for abandoning me."

Armin looked towards the open window that was filling the darkroom with moonlight. His face was pale in the shadow it cast, but I could still see the forlornness in his eyes. I noted the tears gracing his cheeks. His attention narrowed on me as he leaned over to place a kiss on my cheek.

The action was so gentle, but his next words cut like a knife. "You had no problem finding a replacement."

The statement snapped something inside me, much like my reaction to his slut comment. Anger boiled in my gut as I roughly grabbed his face and pulled it closer to mine, so he couldn't avoid my stare. "You had no problem using me as a replacement."

With a sudden thrust, we both cried out. Both our faces were hot with fury. His breath on my face burned as much as the steam blowing into my chest. Our sweet gazes contorted into animosity. I found it strenuous to say anything else so I let the words hang between us. I wrapped my legs around him to push him further into me. Ire and pleasure drowned out the war we had tangled ourselves in. It was impossible to think of anything other than the boy in my arms.

We both had tears glossing our faces, but whether it was from the force of our bodies or our fevered tempers could not be understood.

"There's only you," he sighed, making a point to not slip from my stare.

Every bit of me wanted to believe in his words and put the broken promises and drunken confessions in the past. He was the very thing I could see ruining me. I didn't mind if he hurt me, but I wouldn't fall if there was someone else he was waiting for.

"For now."

I was the one looking away now to hide the emotions reflected plainly on my face.

"No, y/n. Believe it or not, I will never tire of you," he said firmly, grasping my wrist and tilting the dagger towards his chest. His face was now much closer to mine and for a moment, even though I was holding the weapon, I was frightened. "You have too much to hide."

His formidable tongue and aggressive thrusting had me nearly at my climax. I felt his mind encroach on mine, sifting through the secrets I buried like sand. I would ask him about his feelings toward Annie later, but as he opened up to me I wouldn't hesitate to make my impression on him.

I brought the dagger to his chest once again. I pressed the tip of the blade into his skin, enough to make him bleed. I deftly used the tip to trace my initials into his chest, directly over his heart. Steam preceded to simmer through his wound, but this time it was cut short. In the spot where my dagger had just marked was now a white scar in the shape of my initials.

The dagger fell from my palm and I wrapped my fingers in his hair. I kissed him feverishly. I felt the anticipation build as I tasted the salty tears on is lips. I grounded my hips into him, creating enough friction to throw us over the edge. I spilled onto him as he leaked into me. A symphony of moans filtered through the air, loud enough to make the walls rumble. My back arched and his hands gripped the mattress beside my head. Both of us were out of breath and trembling when the heat died down.

Armin fell onto the mattress beside me. My side pressed against his as I felt my heartbeat finally slow down. I pushed myself to face him and he did the same. His hand brushed a piece of my hair that had fallen into my face. Everything about the movement was gentle and sweet, but all I cared to acknowledge was the way he gazed at me. It was tentative, not calculating, and overwhelmed with admiration. I memorized the look so it would be scarred in my brain like the letters over his heart.

I was so mesmerized by his actions that I had forgotten I just revealed a secret that could create a new conflict in the war.