𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑯 18+

Armin Arlert | F

𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗
✰ Innocent? Not really.
Contains: Cock-warming
Fem!Reader

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Straddling your boyfriend's lap with your arms around his torso, you shift your hips for a better position and he sucks in a breath without you noticing. You place a small kiss on Armin's cheek, resting your head on his shoulder immediately after, and hum in delight as he kisses you back.

"So sweet," you whisper in his ear, feeling his body shiver beneath you. He turns yet another page in his book, but his mind was only on your clothed heat against his needy cock. It hasn't been an hour since he ravaged your body, yet he wanted to do something more. Your thighs were still red from his grip and your chest was decorated in hickeys.

He didn't want you whining and whimpering his name, he just wanted you to feel whole and complete and his mind began wandering. Armin knew he was getting hard again and he couldn't help but figure your small movements were innocent.

Though, he knew better. You were the least innocent of the two. That's why when you begin to tug at the button of his pants, he wasn't at all surprised. "I want to feel you again," you looked into his ocean blue eyes before kissing the tip of his nose, "may I?" You were always so polite about these things and he loved that about you.

Armin nods, "of course, (f/n)," a soft smile on his lips as he lifts his hips. Instead of pulling them off completely, you only got them past his growing erection. He had a pretty dick, of course. The way it curved and the slightly pink tip. You loved it, you loved how it fit perfectly inside of you, and how he used it. His balls were perfectly round and sometimes during your most intimate moments, you'd squeeze them gently only for him to beg for you to do it again. He wasn't as innocent as he let on.

You were wearing a skirt, so you flare the grey fabric over his legs and move your underwear to the side, not bothering to take them off. He goes to sit his book down but you shake your head as you slowly sink your pussy onto his cock, your natural lubricant allowing him to slide in easily. "Keep reading, I didn't mean to distract you."

He only moaned softly and opened his book once again. Just as his mind began to calm down, you sat down completely and his sensitive tip moves against your g-spot before poking at your cervix. Armin knew that it hurt you, but you only encouraged it when you pressed your hips firmly against his.

Armin inhales sharply and you were back in your original position. Your head on his shoulder and your arms linked around him. If someone were to walk in, they would assume you were asleep or just clingy in general. The blond bit his lip at the thought. He liked the idea of possibly getting caught, but he'd never voice that to you unless it was brought up in conversation.

"Armin," you mumble, "you feel so good." Your hands are now inside of his shirt and you trace shapes with your fingertips along his back. He blushes at your praise and thrusts gently into you, causing the two of you to moan together.

As you kiss his neck softly, you move your hips in a riding motion, allowing the fabric of your underwear to stimulate your clit and a quiet whimper leaves your lips. This felt so innocent yet it was absolutely filthy and Armin couldn't help but bite your shoulder to quiet the sounds that dared to leave his lips.

He had to keep himself from pressing your back into the cushions and taking you right there, but he controlled himself even if this slow buildup of pleasure was driving him mad. "I know, Armin," You coo in his ear and clench your walls around his aching dick. "But I promise to let you have your fun later."

Armin pulled his mouth away from your now marked shoulder and moves your face to kiss him. "You better keep that promise."