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•No es una buena persona, pero eso seguro ya lo sabes.

•¿Por qué insistes en quedarte?

•Es egoísta y no piensa en ti. Eres la única interesada en la relación, si es que así se le puede llamar a lo que tienen.

•Te considera una molestia, pero se ofenderá si te alejas de él.

•Tendrá grandes expectativas sobre ti, eres su "pareja" y tienes que estar a su altura.

•No esperes muestras de afecto, él no puede ofrecerte algo que nunca recibió.

•No te atrevas a cuestionarlo, sus palabras y opiniones son ley.

•Relación tóxica en su máxima expresión.

•Honestamente, ¿Por qué te gusta? ¿Por qué él?

• Light Yagami, Muzan Kibutsuji, Zeke Jaeger, William Afton...

•No se encuentra en su mejor momento, ha hecho cosas de las que se arrepiente.

•Pero él nunca soportaría el peso de perderte.

•Tal vez no tenga la mejor reputación, pero con la manera en que te trata es suficiente para seguir con él.

•Intenta cambiar y remendar sus errores del pasado.

•Aunque las personas no entiendan sus acciones sabe que mientras reciba tu apoyo podrá seguir adelante.

•Todo por ti.

•Incluso si no lo demuestra con palabras, sus acciones demuestran la gratitud que te tiene.

•Ni pensemos en el tipo de persona que sería si él no te hubiera conocido.

•Está cansado, dale un poco de consuelo.

•Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager, Miguel O'Hara, Miles Quaritch, Sasuke Uchiha, Capitán Garfio...

LOVESHAPED SWEET — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧synopsis: an insight into one of armin's cutest love languages: baking for you.

❧warnings: armin being precious; tooth-rotting fluff again <333

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤. and the sweet detail about it is that armin's habit for baking comes from his connection with his mom. in his childhood, his mother baked him a lot of healthy pastries: sugar-free banana brownies, stacks of pancakes or fruit pies; mrs. arlert knew all about healthy recipes and some tecniques for sugar substitutes that were equally delicious since sugar was an luxurious item back in the walls. armin ate a lot of those treats and was probably all snacks he had in his childhood.

and it's an beyond adorable surprise that you happen to find out one morning when he comes to greet you good morning with a bowl of freshly made biscuits along with your favourite tea;

“three sugars, just the way you like it.” he beams in his ever so sweet morning voice, raspy and slightly whiny. there's still trace of sleep in his eyes and lazy smile too as you lean in to litter kisses to his temple and the spot on his flushed cheek just below his eyes.

“oh baby...” you say flatteringly inhaling the savory aroma of his lovemade work.

“smells so heavenly, ‘min... you made them all yourself, baby? just for me?” as you prainsingly reach out too stroke his flaming cheek,

“w-well yeah... just for you, love.” armin grabs one of the heart-shaped biscuits, still blushing as he presses them to your lips. “here, try it. s’all yours.”

and as the treat hits meets your tongue, your love for him overflows. you could only taste the alluring sweetness of his love in the tiny balls of pastry, chocolate and sugar. the feeling overwhelming you whole, overpleasing your palates. takes you a few seconds to open your eyes to the precious sight of your boyfriend, gazing doe-eyed at you in expectation.

feeling your heart swell and tingle inside, this time you're the one to bring the sweet to his lips, smiling lovingly, armin is your person, after all; “tastes just like heaven too.”

by GIRLYBELLE

ANGELS — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: waking up with armin is your daily slice of paradise. (this is a repost from my old account <3)

❧warnings: tooth-rotting fluff <3.

❧word c.: 886

the sun rose a while ago.

it was costumary for you to wake up earlier some mornings, not only to admire armin's beauty and peacefulness just a bit longer; but also for him not to wake up alone, for him to wake up to you so patiently, happily waiting for him, or sometimes for you to even softly wake him up yourself.

and god did you love to do it — wake armin up was one of your favourite things to do in the world. to be the one to wake up next to him... trail your nails through his scalp, watch him utter tiny smiles in his slumber, probably a result of dreaming; you often wondered what did your pretty boy dreamed about. and as the morning light shone upon the crown of his head, lightening his golden hair like a halo, you smiled at the idea of angels, thinking it was only fit for a pure golden soul like him to dream of his own kind.

“baby...?” you whispered lowly, carefully “wakey wakey, sweetness.” you softly poked his cute plump cheek as you kissed the top of his head, his other cheek pressed against you chest.

you always woke him up slowly; gentle touches and light kisses, wanting to bring him up from dreamland calmly and for him to emerge from slumber comfortably – not startling at the sound of an annoying alarm and rising already stressed with a sense of urgency. it always gave you peace of mind, to drain armin's anxiety and little stresses in small ways like these; ensuring he rose from bed feeling secure and loved, and you believed it was very good for his own mind. phisical affection and words of affirmation were your mutual love languages so none of you ever failed to make the other feel safe and comforted, specially armin – your gentle reassurances and affection did wonders to his mental health.

you raked your nails through his back this time, and smiled fondly when you felt a shiver in his body and a sigh leave his lips. “honey? you with me?” you asked, whispering and not expecting a reply. instead resuming back to rubbing his back with your nails and caressing his hair and cheeks, both actions eliciting a hum and more pleased shivers from armin, who pressed his cheek more against you.

you brought the hand on his back up to cup his cheek, the one on his head still massaging his scalp. and then you proceeded to pepper sweet light kisses to his cheeks, forehead, eyelids, his red little nose and the corner of his mouth. armin uttered the tiniest of smiles. he was slowly starting to wake up, which made you smile wider. “i love you, baby boy...” his tiny smile grew a bit, “i love you so much it hurts.” you said ever so lovingly, knowing now he was hearing.

armin tried opening his eyes before closing them with a squint due to the brightness of the daylight. you absolutely marveled in the fact that armin looked like a newborn when waking up in certain mornings — one of the infinite things you loved about your boyfriend.

he kept the smile on when you kissed the spot between his eyebrows amidst soft giggles. “i love you more...” he managed to say slowly in his adorable morning voice. oh, his morning voice... you could go on about how perfect it was forever. it was raspy, whiny and breathy; melodic like an angel's, like he was.

“hi.” he greeted sweetly, bashfully; still wearing his sweet smile, unaware of your heart clenching in overwhelming love with him.

“hello there, sleepyhead.” you said. slowly he sat up, you followed while unconsciously squeezing armin's slumped form more to yourself – which soothed him greatly. “did you have a good sleep?”

his head found home in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist as you patiently awaited the sleepness to leave his organism, never ceasing your gentle caresses on his hair and body. armin melted in your embrace, your constant love and affection were always a balm to his anxiety and insecurities. the both of you now sat across one another in the middle of the bed surrounded in blankets and love – as two little angels tucked in their own fluffy cloud.

“yeah... very good. waking up's even better, though.” he said with that sweet, perfect signature smile of his.

“yeah?” kissing him slowly and lovingly, you felt him needily melt into your lips before parting. your foreheads now touching.

“yeah... ‘missed you so much yesterday... ‘m sorry i was already passed out when you came—” you cut him off with another kiss, which he returned gladly. god, he constantly wondered what good he did to ever deserve someone as perfect as you.

“don't be sorry. i was so happy to find you all snuggled and shrunken up in the bed, lovie. ‘had the time of my life spooning you after bundling us up in the covers.” you said as you cupped his cheeks and nuzzled his face smiling, kissing away the little tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and placing more small loving kisses in his lips before getting up.

armin was sitting at the edge of the bed still rubbing the remnants of tears and sleep from his eyes when you grabbed his face once more and fixed his adorable bedhead, straightening the ruffled strands back into place softly. you placed a last, long kiss in his forehead as his eyes closed in delight the whole time, the grateful smile never leaving his lips. “you're the best girl in the whole world, y'know that?” he slurred dreamily as you giggled and the two of you locked eyes, forehead to forehead again.

“pancakes?”

“pancakes.” he confirmed.

mornings with armin are an absolute different kind of slice of heaven, it truly was your very own little happy place.

PERFECT — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: just one of you and armin's most precious memories. (this is a repost from my old account).

❧warnings: just pure fluff <3.

❧word c.: 822

armin would often nudge you in the early morning hours, asking softly if you were already awake. when you answered him an unsaid yes through a smile and a hum, although with your closed eyes, you could literally feel him silently beaming excitedly at your side of the bed.

“c’mon baby...” you can hear the smile in his perfect voice and feel his ever so soft lips against your eyelids. you immediately smiled upon opening your eyes to the sight of him in the clear dim-grey dawn light, your very own angel made flesh.

“let's go.” he whispered against your cheek. “yeah...” you imediately remembered your little plans for today when you saw his sweet smile, slowly getting up and stretching. “just gonna put on some warmer clothes.” you rasped between tiny kisses to his jaw, making him softly squirm playfully at your touch.

and that was exactly what you did, lazily throwing on a hoodie over your pajama and not really caring about your appearance, because after all, you were hanging with your boyfriend. the one person that had seen you in every emotional state there was, from happy to absolutely depressed. the one person that was there for you all the time, every time.

and the moment you put on your shoes and beanie, you already heard the quiet crack on the door of your shared room. smiling, you silently opened the door; and you were greeted again by the soft smile of your beloved boyfriend, armin. like you, he was still wearing his pajamas with a hoodie thrown over and was waiting for you outside.

“you ready?”, he asked as if you weren’t already closing the door behind you. as an answer, you turned around and took his warm hand in yours which immediately held onto you tightly. when looking at his face, you could make out a light dust of pink on his cheeks. you chuckled quietly. almost one year dating and he still became flustered by the smallest things.

“you’re cute”, you said, more to yourself than to the boy standing in front of you. “i am?”, he asked confused. “let’s go pretty boy, you wanna see the sunrise or not?”, you ignored his question and began walking down the floor, pulling the now even more flustered armin with you.

the way to your destination was comfortable. there wasn’t much talking which was completely fine with you. just being, existing next to each other was enough. the wind was cold, smelling like fresh snow. in the distance, you could hear the soft waves of the ocean. even though it still was dark outside, you could make out the angelic features of your boyfriend.

his blue eyes, beaming with excitement, his sweet little nose, taking deep breaths, savoring every ounce of the fresh morning air, and his beautiful lips, forming a content smile.

noticing you staring at him, armin squeezed your hand gently: “everything alright?” he asked. “yes, everything’s perfect”, you answered, smiling at him, eyes full of love.

a few minutes later, you were already running through the sand, both holding your sneakers in your hands, not caring about the coldness, about the birds you were scaring with your loud laughter. any outsider would smilingly shake their head at you both, childishly running to the water, hand in hand and seemingly forgetting that there was a whole world existing outside your little bubble.

coming to a halt just a bit before the waves could actually touch your naked feet, you just stayed there. looking at the sky colored in different shades of orange, listening to the calming sounds of the water.

but the beautiful sunset wasn’t the only thing you were admiring, no you were also looking at your boyfriend. especially the way he smiled widely, the way his eyes were shining so brightly, with pure admiration for the beauty of nature.

for the second time this day, armin noticed your gaze fixated on him. “what’s wrong?”, his wide smile got softer, more gentle as he looked you directly in the eyes. “nothing, just looking at you”, you answered truthfully while silently pulling him into a warm hug.

“i love you.” the boy chuckled softly. it was a pure, quiet laugh, not the one you did over a bad joke or to tease somebody. no, it was an honest and pure and gentle chuckle full of love and admiration. “i love you too.” it was barely a whisper, as soft as the cold breeze ruffling through your hair, only meant for you.

it was moments like this, where you just wanted to stay for the rest of your life. your boyfriend, your pretty boy, holding you tightly, head resting on your shoulder and arms laying around your waist, gently squeezing you to himself.

it was moments like this where you felt complete. moments like this where everything was perfect.

love, belle.

DUALITY — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: you and armin revelust in one another's bodies as he claims his birthday gift.

❧warnings: smut to fluff, established relationship, birthday sex, unprotected s*x, creampie, overstimulation.

imagine being fvcked by 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 on his birthday, he absolutely ravaging your tight raw pvssy until you're full of his cvm and utterly exhausted, body and mind. goes without saying that was this duality of him you fell in love with, his capacity of fulfilling your every need – sating you, leaving you wanting for nothing while at the same time leaving you even more addicted to the delight that is armin arlert.

the next morning you're so sore and try to stand but you're simply unable to walk, and your fiancé is right there by your side with a glass of water and some painkillers; soothing you, kissing your plump rose cheeks, you both talking so intimately within the morning bliss and him thanking you for everything you've been to him this past year... he tells you what a good girl you were for him last night and that he loves you so much. you marvel in the utter duality that is Armin. not unbalanced; only just right. his perfection.

“i have to attend for some meetings soon, so i'm heading out now, alright? i drew you a bath and breakfast is waiting for you in the nightstand...” he kisses your lips once more and places a soft kiss on your nose. there's no place in the world where you'd rather be than here, right now. just you and him. the only two people in the world.

“okay...” you say softly, cupping his cheeks and keeping his face close to yours. he melts right into your touch, and when he starts peppering little kisses in your wrist, you actually fear suddenly combusting on the spot. how can he be so precious?

he holds your eyes in his for a few seconds and finally your lips seal in a final kiss before he goes. satiating, loving, warm. his lucky charm for the day. “i love you so, so much.” he says,

“i love you so much more, baby.” you say against his lips. slowly you part, his eyes still closed as if drawing in all the love you just shared, refreshing him anew. you rub your noses together, giggling quietly before he stands.

“i'll be back by noon. make sure you're all nice and pretty by the time i get back, i'm taking you to lunch on this new restaurant i reserved for us.” he says to you with a sweet smile and you can only think you couldn't be more sure and happy about the diamond ring on your finger. you are his and he is yours; just like you were always meant to be. just perfect.

yeah, 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 is such a concept...

love, belle.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓'𝐒 Name Meaning✨

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥summary: little analysis of my angel boy armin's name bc why not <3 (another armin appreciation post bc i just wanna praise this dreamboy sm more askhgsjkz🤧💗

↳ ᴀʀᴍɪɴ is a unique name of german origin, literally meaning “soldier” or “warrior”. It derived from the name Arminius, the chieftain of the ancient Germanic Cherusci tribe. Armin also means “whole”, “big”, “universal” and “entire” (from Old High German “ermen/irmin”).

The name is also appearently an ancient persian name meaning “Guardian of Persia” or “defender”, (from “آرمین/ârmin”).

ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ is a surname of Old German and English origins. the elements are arn, meaning 'eagle', and wald, meaning 'to rule'.

ɪsᴀʏᴀᴍᴀ on ᴀʀᴍɪɴ's name:

“I chose the name ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ because of the way it causes you to think of the word aluminum, and because it seemed like starting both names with the same letter would make it easier to remember.”

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. it's very light, almost unnoticeable since he has such good diction. however, spending quite a deal of quality time with your boyfriend made you fall even more in love with him over his every detail. it's arguably one of the things that enchanted you the most at the start of your relationship: the way his accent slightly thickened when he rambled excitedly about something he liked – or just talking rushedly in general – never failed to bring a smile to your face and hearts to your eyes.

everytime armin noticed your dreamy stare, he'd always nervously apologize for rambling again, his intrusive thoughts always telling him he might be boring you. “not at all, honey. i actually love hearing you talk about things you like.” you'd always tell him sincerely, smiling and cradling his hand in yours, giving his knuckles sweet kisses.

“o-oh, okay.” he'd say bashfully, a beaming smile playing on his soft lips. and it was true, listening to him talk was always so interesting, satisfying even. and not only for his appealing interests. you also never missed how attractive he sounded. only his voice was already enticing for itself; bright, soothing, a little breathy, and with the kind of timbre that soaked into your skin, melodic like only an angel's could be.

so when the faint accent mingled with his voice and tongue, it was beyond adorable to hear. i actually believe armin has a bit of a german ancestry through his grandfather and his perfect german fluency could be connected to it since he lived with his grandpa for a time. once when you asked him to read a text in the language for you, it was almost as if the words poured out of his mouth like pure chocolate. a simple thing as armin's voice in that language could send tingles to your deepest core. it was captivating, sultry almost.

also his accent mostly thickens with the extremes of his emotions – making him sometimes even slip a german word midsentence without noticing – it can go from extreme joy to annoyance. the first earning him dozens of kisses to his cheeks due to his surpassing cuteness... the latter, however, brings us to discuss a very important topic: frustrated armin cursing in german™... which in that case means it can earn him a effective and glorious kind of stress release, and you, well... let's say one of the most mindblowing sex experiences of your life.

i'll elaborate on the experience with expressive details on another day, meanwhile, enjoy this little brainrot.😋

by GIRLYBELLE.

SHHH! Library Rules.

college!nerd armin who sits one row behind you in a lecture and tries to focus on the slides but your thighs are just... right there. crossed, jiggling slightly as you bounce your leg out of boredom, little skirt riding up when you shift—he’s not even hearing the professor anymore. his notes are just bullet points that say:

thighs.

thighs???

fucking thighs.

and he gets so flustered, like he adjusts his big round glasses and pretends to take notes but his face is flushed and his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight...

later that night? he’s scrolling through his phone and lands on your post—it’s a mirror pic, a seemingly innocent story—but you’re sitting on your bed with one leg up and he snaps. doesn't even make it to his bed. he’s jerking off in his desk chair, moaning like he’s being tortured, trying to keep quiet as he strokes himself to the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him.

armin doesn't believe his ears when you ask him to study. flash a sweet little smile. tilt your head just a little bit. he's halfway through chewing on his pen cap when you lean over his desk and say, “hey, armin. wanna go over notes together at the library?”

his brain short circuits.

he literally forgets how to speak for a full second. then manages a weak, breathy, “yeah—uh. yes. i mean. i can. i’d like that.”

you thank him like it’s nothing. walk away like you didn’t just leave a smouldering crater in his chest. but you know exactly what you’re doing. because later that evening, you show up to the library in that skirt. the tiny pink one. and the thigh highs with the little bow at the top. like a sin made of silk and smugness.

you sit across from him. cross your legs real slow.

he swallows.

don’t look. don’t look. okay, you looked. fuck.

and swallows again when you lean forward, pretending to scan your textbook, the movement making your skirt ride just a little higher.

you’re no fool. you’ve been aware of armin’s situation for a while now. the way he covers his boner with his notebook when you glance over during lectures? adorable. you’ve caught him staring at you from across the common room at least a dozen times. and those dorm parties he claims he “hates”? yeah, he only ever shows up to sit beside you and pretend he’s not practically drooling at the smell of your perfume. you think it’s sweet, in a pathetic sort of way.

you decide to tease him. just to see how long he’ll keep the good boy act up for. how long before that polite, bashful smile cracks into something desperate. how long before he snaps.

you shift in your seat, the toe of your boot nudging his ankle under the table. he freezes. you feign ignorance. flip a page. rest your hand on your thigh, drawing slow, idle circles with your finger against the exposed skin. then, you let your leg drift sideways—just barely brushing his.

armin squirms in his chair. what do people even do in situations like this? his knuckles go white where he grips his pen. his legs squeeze together.

you don’t even look up. just mumble something about not understanding the chapter. and he’s nodding too fast. offering help with a cracked voice, eyes wide, flushed down to his collarbones.

he’s shaking. he’s dying. he’s hard.

you lean in even closer—close enough to count the individual lashes framing his eyes, pupils dilated. his breath is shaky, coming in short bursts, and you can practically feel his pulse racing.

his ocean eyes flicker down to your lips before darting back to yours, a silent invitation. his breath hitches as you inch closer, every nerve in his body firing at once. he wants this, wants you, but his mind’s a whirlwind—should he pull back? should he stay still and let the moment breathe?

and then, you kiss him. soft at first, giving him time to adjust. he lets out a heavy sigh against your lips. he tastes like something fruity—like strawberry flavoured gum. the kiss is sweet, subtle and tender, like a vanilla note mixed with a slight tang, like a soft citrus. but it quickly deepens, your hands roaming over his body, teasing the warm skin of his chest through his shirt. you make quick work of his buttons, slipping your hands inside, tracing the lines of his lean chest.

your fingers tweak his nipples, pulling a gasp from him. his hands immediately fly to your waist, pulling you closer. you can feel his body trembling beneath your touch, his chest heaving as he tries to steady himself.

“oh?” you smirk, getting closer, voice dripping with playful mischief. you do it again, only this time, your nails catch the fabric, teasing that soft spot until he can’t keep it together. “sensitive?”

he nods—his face is a mess. eyes wide, like he’s been caught in the worst way possible. but then? he whimpers. you can’t help but smirk at the sound, feeling the heat rising in your own chest.

your fingers tease at the hem of his shirt, touch feather-light but deliberate. his breath hitches, lips parting with a muted gasp when your nails graze the skin just above his waistband. he’s so responsive—every little touch draws out a sound. a whine. a strangled noise that barely makes it past his throat.

he shouldn’t be this turned on from a few light touches. his thighs are tensed like he’s trying not to rut up into you—like that would make this moment disappear. like it would scare you off. but god, it’s getting harder to stay still.

he can’t fully enjoy this. not really. he feels guilt—it’s heavy in his gut. it’s wrong, right? you’re just teasing him. he doesn’t deserve someone like you. but your touch, the way your leg brushes his, the way you’re looking at him like you know what you’re doing, making him lose his mind—it’s too much.

his fingers twitch. his dick aches for release, but he can't—he can’t—let himself go any further. not like this. not when he’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. he can’t just be this fucking needy. can’t be this much of a mess in front of you. it’s—

“i…” his voice cracks, just as he feels his heart slam in his chest.

“’min?” you tease, just a little too sweet, fingers tracing his thighs like you have all the time in the world.

“i have to tell you something,” he breathes out, a desperate, breathy whisper. he’s panting, struggling to hold it together. he presses his hands flat on the table, palms sweating, trying to steady himself.

you look up at him with curiosity. his heart races, and the words are choking him. he bites his lip, all at once embarrassed and unbearably turned on.

“i—i—" he stops, gasping for air, hands shaking. "i can’t—i’ve been thinking about this… about you.” he’s so close, so close to breaking. his voice is strained, trembling under the weight of what he’s saying. “when i touch myself… it’s—it's you, okay?” he barely manages to get the words out, feeling like his insides are liquefying under the weight of it.

you freeze, smile faltering. “did you?” you whisper, your tone low and teasing.

“i’m sorry,” he gasps, eyes wide with guilt and the flush of shame creeping up his neck. “it’s... i didn’t mean—fuck, i shouldn’t have said that.”

you don't give him a chance to retreat. “no need to apologize, armin,” you say, the words dripping with something that feels like victory. “you’re cute when you’re this honest.”

and then, it’s quiet—just long enough to hear him choke back another whimper of frustration, as if his body is already begging for more. "but don’t think i’ll let you off that easy, hmm?"

his hands are trembling where they clutch your waist, like he’s not even sure he’s allowed to touch you like this. you nip at his bottom lip, smile curling against his mouth when he gasps again. you straddle him so that your thighs are on each side of his, and armin thinks he could die like this—caged between you, drowning in your scent.

but you take it a step further. you place your knee against his sensitive bulge and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. his hands grip at your hips harder, as if anchoring himself to reality, but you can feel the way his muscles lock in restraint. the sounds of a conversation drift from behind a nearby bookshelf, but all he can hear now is the blood rushing in his ears.

the noise nearby only adds on to your excitement. having armin— armin who’d ditch anybody to study for a test, armin who colour-codes his notes and panics if he’s not fifteen minutes early to each lecture—underneath you like this? it fills you with a sense of pride knowing you’re the only one that can reduce him to nothing but a horny mess.

your thigh rocks against his twitching bulge, back and forth, slow and mean, like you're testing him. and armin—sweet, delicate armin—falls to pieces.

his head lolls back against the chair, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, breath stuttering out in high-pitched gasps. his eyes are glassy with tears and so, so bright, like he’s staring up at heaven and not at the ceiling of a dusty library. there’s drool slipping from the corner of his mouth—he doesn’t even notice. he’s too far gone. he looks pretty, absolutely destroyed, like his mind’s been wiped clean except for the feeling of your mouth on his nipple and your thigh grinding him down into nothing.

“nghhh—hah, i… i c-can’t think,” he whines, voice cracking, desperate and breathless. “feels too good, i’m— i’m gonna—!”

you coo against his skin, twisting gently at his nipple with your fingertips just to hear the helpless cry he gives in return. his hips jerk again, chasing the friction like he’s forgotten how to stop. he’s babbling now, barely making sense. “please, please, i—can’t—feels s’good, i—hahh—hurts—!”

his hands shake on your hips, clutching like he’s drowning, and all he can do is rut against your thigh while you kiss and suck at his chest like he’s yours to ruin.

his body trembles beneath yours, and the pressure builds too quickly, too intensely. he stammers out apologies, but before he can even register it, he’s cumming, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. his face flushes bright red, humiliation flooding him as he whimpers, trying to recover his breath, lost in ecstasy. but its too late. someone’s footsteps are closer, and the sound of their voice drifts to your ears. he feels exposed, knowing the risk of someone walking in is too real, too immediate.

you dont stop rocking your thighs against his crotch, drawing out cries that feel much louder in the public area. armin begs you to stop with a weak, “please, I can’t take it, not—ngh—somebody’s gonna see…”

he thinks you’re going to let him cum again. god, he’s so close.

your thigh feel just right, your mouth is still on his chest, his hips are twitching up—and then you stop.

the friction disappears and your mouth leaves him with a soft pop, and armin lets out the whiniest noise, hands slapping over his mouth like didn‎’t mean to let it out.

“wha—n-no, no, please—”

“think i got enough out of today’s lesson, yeah? can’t spoil you too much, baby—you’ll get greedy.”

you run your fingers through his hair, so gentle it’s cruel.

“but don’t pout,” you coo. “i’ll give you another lesson. my dorm. if you behave.”

you get up and fix your clothes, slow and casual, like you didn’t just drive him to the edge of sanity. he twitches in your absence, like his body doesn’t know what to do without your weight on top of him.

“i’ll see you in class,” you toss over your shoulder with a wink.

and armin? armin is left there—completely ruined, dripping, thighs pressed tight together for any relief, praying nobody walks around the corner and finds him like this.

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