◤ "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 -
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."◢
↳ The one where (y/n)'s problematic relationship causes her to end up underneath her hot next door neighbor.
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There was no other way to describe how you felt in this instance; every touch, every caress left you in a state of euphoria, tangled in the sheets between two very exquisite bodies— bewitched by a quartet of hands that play on your pleasure like a fiddle.
Armin's touch was gentle, his soft fingertips delicately tracing over every curve while Eren laid patiently at your side, carefully watching his companion's every move. Part of him felt as if he was selfish for interrupting, but the little display the two of you formulated for him just moments earlier left him aching for you; for the both of you.
It was only right, after all you were his girl now... weren't you? Maybe— it wasn't something either of you had managed to properly discuss— but the way he felt about you spoke volumes with out any words said outright. He just hoped that you understood how he felt, and how Armin could only serve to amplify those feelings.
Eren's breath tickles your neck as he leans in to press his lips against your tepid skin. The sounds you make are some of his favorite, and the way you shiver with desire for him makes him unable to control his own thoughts of taking you right then and there— but he'll remain patient this time because Armin looks too pretty like this, his cheeks flushed and his silky blond tresses dampened from the beads of sweat that tickle his temples.
