You and Armin had been dating for a year and a bit now and you both knew each other really well, you could read each other like a book…
Or could you?
You both played airsoft- like paintball, but with guns that shot little hard pellets. It was the annual airsoft games and you both signed the age wavers before getting your gear for the first round.
“So we’re up against Mikasa’s team?” you asked him as you adjusted the equipment around your waist.
“Looks like it. But I’ve got you on my team so there’s no way we can lose,” he replied with a smile.
You smiled back then looked away with a devious twinkle in your eye.
“He’ll never see it coming…”
You, Mikasa, Armin, and the rest of the players on both teams, were good friends and each year you would come up with some kind of handicap for both teams, just to make the game more interesting.
Last year, one of the members from each team had been armed with a knife.
This year, there was going to be a traitor in each group and you’ve probably guessed who the traitor in your group was already…
Yep… it was you.
“I wonder what face he’ll make when he realizes it’s me!”
Hearing the bell, you both walked out to join the other members and shake hands with the opposing team before heading into the forested playing field.
“What’s the plan of attack?” you asked Armin as you followed him with the other members behind you.
“We’ll get into a good position then I’ll tell you my idea,” he said calmly.
He was super smart and strategic and you loved seeing him work.
Getting into a clearing, he called you all around then crouched down and started drawing a map in the dirt with a stick, explaining how the team should take on the other group.
You stood and watched but didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying- as you had your own plans…
“Everyone understand?” he asked.
There were nods all around and he adjusted the gun on his arm.
“Ok, wait for the start bell then get into position,” he said, looking at each member before looking at you, “and you’ll come with me Y/N.”
“Yep,” you said with a smile, “getting him alone is going to be easier than expected.”
The starting bell rang and Armin moved out with you behind him.
“I’ll wait until he is well and truly away from the team then I’ll take him down,” you thought as you trailed him.
Into the bush he went, not particularly keeping low or quiet and you thought it was a little strange, but before you could question him about it he had you pinned to a tree.
“A-Armin?” you asked with confusion as he held you there.
“You thought I didn’t know,” he said in a low voice, “it was written all over your face.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said back with a calm expression.
“Oh, yes you do.” He pulled you off the tree and wrestled you to the ground. “Traitor!”
You grunted and wrestled him off, fighting back without another word.
Amazingly, you managed to get on top and you pinned him down with his arms above his head.
“And what are you going to do now that you’ve caught me crossing you?” you leered down at him.
A flash of deviousness flickered in his eyes and he yanked his wrists free then grabbed you around the waist and switched positions with you under him.
He pulled his airsoft gun from over his shoulder and held the barrel up under your jaw at the side of your neck.
“You wouldn’t,” you said hesitantly as he pressed it firmer against your skin.
“It’ll look like a hickey,” he replied with a small smirk.
You swallowed as you looked into his eyes.
Armin was a straight shooter, as in- his morals were very black and white… but sometimes he had been known to do things that went against his usual grain and for a second you actually thought he was going to shoot you for the sake of the game.
“Wait!” you said quickly, “wait, I surrender, you got me.”
He saw that you meant it and backed off, letting you sit up.
“Can I make it up to you though?” you asked with doe eyes, “I feel bad for being the traitor even though it was a random pick by drawing the short straw.”
“How will you make it up to me?” he asked, “by being a double agent?”
“Oh… bless your innocent mind. I was thinking of sucking you off right here on the field.”
He looked at you for a second then his eyes widened and he blushed hard.
“Come on… you know you want me on my knees between your thighs with my lips around your cock.”
There it was.
That was his weakness.
He had tried to dirty talk to you but he kept fumbling over his own tongue so he didn’t try it often… but he absolutely lovedit when you dirty talked to him.
You stood up, as did he, and walked towards him, walking him back against the tree as your hands trailed down his front till they got to the bulge in his pants.
“Oh? What’s this?” you mused out loud as you palmed his erection through his pants while he bit his bottom lip and tried to keep quiet.
“I want to taste this thick cock,” you said in a low voice as you looked up into his eyes, still stroking him.
He looked at you and bent his head to yours so you two could kiss.
You could feel the heat radiating from his mouth as your tongue played with his, that same heat invading your mouth and running down your centre to between your thighs.
“Please, Armin, let me suck your dick? I love how it fills my mouth and makes me drool. So thick and firm…”
He looked around, to check if anyone was watching, then nodded and you dropped to your knees at his feet, looking up at him with begging eyes.
“Please?” you melwed.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down a bit so that he could let his cramped cock out for you and as it was released it straightened up, long and thick.
“Mmmm,” you hummed with delight as you leaned in and licked along his frenum, running your tongue from the base of his cock up to his tip.
He made no sound but his cock swelled and throbbed in your hand and his eyes rolled back so you knew he had liked what you did.
“Do you like the feeling of my hot wet tongue on your cock?” you asked him as you placed your puckered lips over his tip then took him in a little way, and then pulled back.
He let out a softly exhaled ‘haaaa’ and hung his mouth open, looking down at you as you did the same movement again but this time with your tongue caressing the underside of his tip.
You watched his teeth grit and brows furrow, then he reached down to stroke your cheek as you opened your mouth and tongued the underside of his cock while looking up at him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, holding your cheek as you slowly closed your mouth over his cock then slid the length of him in.
The size of his cock made you scrunch your nose up as the head of his dick pressed through the opening of your throat and as his tip touched your epiglottis, you gagged and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes- closing them involuntarily.
“Ohhh~” You heard his soft moan and forced your eyes open, looking up at him as you forced him in deeper until his balls pressed into your chin.
Suddenly, he grabbed behind your head and pulled back a bit, then thrust deep again, making you exhale a choking noise.
“Good,” he said lowly as you pulled back to catch your breath.
“I love choking on your cock,” you whispered up at him.
“Then choke some more,” he replied, letting you guide yourself back onto his dick.
It was extremely difficult for him to keep quiet while you alternated deep throating him, and holding his length with both hands around his girth, twisting them in opposite directions.
“Please, let me swallow your cum. I want your load to drip down my throat,” you begged, pulling back a bit so you could use your dirty talk-no-jitsu.
With your final speech done, you worked him like crazy- making him cum, his seed spilling down your throat, just as you had asked.
“Is this how you take down your opponent?” Mikasa’s voice drifted over to where you still had Armin’s dick in your mouth.
“Mikasa!!” he exclaimed, hurriedly pushing you back so he could pack himself away.
It was at that point that you drew your gun and quickly stood up and held it to Armin’s head.
“Surrender,” you said with a smirk.
“You’re a sly one, Y/N,” he replied, “it’s a good thing we’re going him together tonight.”
“Please. At least close the windows when you get home. Otherwise someone else might see Y/N giving you the gluck gluck 3000.”
“How long were you perving on us, Mikasa? I hope you enjoyed the show,” you replied teasingly.
She just blew a huff off air from her nose and turned away.
“Get him to the ‘jail’,” she said as she left, “and don’t let him between your thighs.”
~ END ~