Snk Various x Reader | Lemon

Chapter 28: Like How?

Laying there silent, in the pitch-black night. Nothing but the sounds of both of us breathing. Armin made sure not to touch me, which seemed so very familiar. He'd done this before. The night he had that panic attack back in my cabin. I moved closer to him, craving human contact. His body stiffened, trying to keep his distance. I wrapped my arm around his chest and pulled myself closer to him and he gasped. I lay my head on his chest and I could hear his heart beating quickly. He hesitantly turned over, facing me, and pulled me closer. I moved and rest my forehead just below his collarbone. My bare chest on his. I knew inside that this was probably really inappropriate, but I wanted to feel every inch of his body and wanted him to feel every inch of mine. I told him to tell me if he felt uncomfortable and he wasn't. I hoped this was what he wanted, as it seemed like it was. In under an hour, I fell asleep. He still held me in his arms. It was awkward. He was thinking things he really didn't want to think and getting pent up in places he really didn't want to even imagine.

"Y/N..." he whispered, feeling utterly alone. I was fast asleep and he just felt like crying. He hoped so much that I wasn't awake because he couldn't let me find out. "You... you don't know what you do you me, Y/N, you really don't," he thought out loud, quietly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to contain his anxiety. Toxic words of discouragement wrestled his conscious mind and frustrated him. Thankfully, he eventually fell asleep and let his dreams take over.

The next morning, Armin was the first to wake up. There weren't any birds chirping and weren't any leaves crunching or wind blowing. It was quiet. He looked down and admired my face. He looked at my lashes and slightly parted lips. Oh, how he wished he could connect my lips with his. He felt unworthy of me. He moved his face closer, positioning his lips over mine, then moving back. Slowly, he released his grip and gently let you fall from my side onto my back. Wrapping his arm around my torso, he lay his head on my shoulder. There was nowhere else he'd rather be. I woke up. "Hey Armin..." I groaned. "Y-You're up? I'm so sorry, did I wake you? Are you uncomfortable? I can move," he stammered in a panic.

"No, I'm fine," I assured him, "you didn't wake me up. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he lied. "W-What about you? I mean, did you sleep well?" he asked me. I replied, "very. Thanks for asking."

I smiled at him and kissed his forehead. He blushed and avoided any and all eye contact. I sat up, not bothering to cover up my chest with the blanket. I rest the back of my head on the bed frame and closed my eyes. Armin looked up and admired my proportions, which felt so wrong to him. All sorts of dirty thoughts ran through his mind as he sat up beside me. I looked over at him and snickered.

"What?" he yelled, almost worried that I could read his mind, "is there something wrong?" "Your bedhead's really cute," I told him, completely unaware of his thoughts. I fluffed his hair with my left hand and smiled. He smiled back and sat up beside me.

"H-Hey, Y/N? You have, um, you have a really beautiful body."

I looked over at the boy, he was staring down at the blanket on his lap. No one had ever said that to me before and I started to feel over-emotional. Could such words be put into a sentence and be said to someone like me? My face started to get hot as if I'd just turned on an oven burner under my skin. A transparent drop, sparkling in the light rolled down my cheek. Armin looked up to see how I was reacting.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry. Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to hurt you."

I sniffled and wiped my eyes with my wrist. "Oh, nothing. You didn't do anything wrong. I just thought that was really nice of you to say to me. I've never thought of myself as the kind of person you describe me to be," I explained. He immediately embraced me tightly, making me suddenly gasp for air. He buried his face in my neck and hair. He didn't even mind that my breasts were touching his chest. "Don't let anyone tell you that you're anything less than perfect. That's what you taught me, so please, think of yourself positively," he cooed. He was too sweet. I started crying more, tearings falling onto his shoulder. He let go of the hug and sat up tall, putting his hands on my shoulders.