"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘮?"
❛... A certain time we dwell upon as our bodies swirl as one, hearts bind and sever our purity of the outside world. our bodies misty, the air rough and blissfully clammy, yet neither of us...
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8.4k words: a summary of the chapter: the reader and armin are set to celebrate their relationship anniversary, leaving them to settle in a romantic environment — in hawaii. but despite this, and despite all the love shared, an undisclosed occurrence lingers — installing fright within the couple. is there any hope for attaining happiness?
a synopsis of acts: smut: teasing, nudity, dick rubbing, moaning, interruption + more. a summary of acts: time skips, suicide, ptsd, self-harm, panic attacks, false hope, severe depression, comforting, guilt, jealousy, abruptness, hinting bc at alternative futures,m + more. read with caution, ignore errors and vote!
a/n: after this chapter, y'all are gonna hate me SO much. be lenient with her crying; she's gone through so much.
With softness tearing into the loving state you exhibit, you can't help but steer yourself towards the beautiful sight of Armin, resting so elegantly beside you — his features so soft and so feminine.
Feminine in a way that captures the resolve your body attempts to stray so effortlessly away.
The sight of him leaves your nude self so desperate to be captured by him again, especially as Elara remains with your mother. She remains within the estate that lingers a few minutes away from your own.
Tender with your movements, you guide yourself into inching closer to a stirring Armin — only to feel him pull you by your supple waist. Pull you further into his grasp, the softness of his dick aligning with your yearning folds. Ones that beams at the thought of being entertained by the feeling of his cock, pulverising your insides.
With love, of course.
Armin's arms grow more fluent around you, especially whilst his eyes flutter open with such dear love — his cerulean eyes capturing the integrity of your own.
His lips grow open whilst a part of him develops firmness, with such desperate need, shuddering at the mere sight of you so desperately close. So desperately close to him, especially whilst the tip of his dick lifts from your folds, resting against your stomach.
