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Armin Arlert | F

𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗
✰ Pent Up
Contains: Fem dom, masturbation, slight degrading (giving), oral (giving), over-stimulating (giving), virgin Armin
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An absolute tease. That's all Armin was and yet he had no idea he was even affecting you in such a way. No matter how innocent the act was, it would stir something inside of you. The way he'd gently caress your arm when the two of you talked about something exciting, the way he'd barely stick his tongue out between his lips while reading before he licked them, or the way his cheeks would flare anytime you said something dirty and he'd tell you to quiet down so no one else could here only for you to repeat it a bit louder to get an even better reaction.

Everything about him made you insane and your heart could only take so much before you pinned him into submission. Oh, what you would give for the sight of him flustered and breathless beneath you, begging you to keep pleasuring him.

"(F/n)? Are you even listening to me?" Armin's voice reached your ears and you craned your neck to look at him. From your spot against the bookcase, you could see him at the table, calmly awaiting your answer as his beautiful blue eyes peered over at you, watching you apologetically shake your head. "I was just saying that it's almost time for bed and we should get some rest tonight. You seem to be more distracted than usual."

Giving him a sly grin, you stand up and place a book on the shelf. You hadn't bothered reading it since your imagination about Armin kept you busy enough. "Just thinking about you. You're such a distraction," you nonchalantly say before turning back to him, his pale cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I'm not complaining though, it's fun." You thought that it would calm his flushed expression, but it seemed to only worsen as he looked down to avoid eye contact. Ever since he cut his hair, he found it harder to hide his face. "Well, I'll leave you to your book," you were standing at the door now, holding it open for yourself, "have fun."

The trip to your room was everything but exciting, yet your mind never strayed from the blond. Your thoughts came up with more lewd ways to please the hot feeling in your gut. His hands tied above his head or behind his back with his lean yet nicely built body underneath yours, waiting to be touched as you teased his cock with the tips of fingers, whimpering once you take him into your mouth. You clench your fingers into a fist, resisting the urge to touch yourself as you begin undressing from your clothes. "Damn it, Armin."

You sat on your bed, your nightclothes beside you as your bare self sat on top of the blanket. Your cunt was drenched at this point, leaving a mark on the bed to make itself known. As you begin to think of him, your dominant hand wanders down, spreading your lips apart before massaging your clit and you sigh in satisfaction.

Your free hand goes to your throat as you apply the slightest pressure before laying down and sliding your fingers into yourself easily. You arch your back the slightest bit when your hand picks up speed, pumping your fingers faster until you curl them, causing a whiny moan to leave your throat when you hit your sweet spot. "Holy fuck!" You throw your head back and you speed your hand up once again, gaining a perfect rhythm that would make you cum any second.

"Armin, fuck," your voice was much softer this time, in fear of the slim chance that he would hear you. He's whimpering as you nip at his neck, careful not to leave any noticeable marks minus the ones that decorated his chest and around his abs. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as he could feel your hot cunt grazing his thighs, his painful erection against your stomach. He knew if he tried to relieve himself you would punish him.

"Holy shit," you were going to cum any second, the knot in your gut was so tight that it would snap into two at any second. The same words that you just said were repeated, but the voice was insanely different.