armin arlert x reader
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"i don't want to talk to just 'someone', i want to talk to you."
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after transferring from marley college to paradis university, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place, trying to deal with your obnoxiously...
a/n - hey guys, remember when i said this wouldn't be plot-relevant? i lied, you do in fact need to read this for the rest of the story to make sense, inspiration struck and im sorry in advance if you don't like smut
(nsfw warning)
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Armin's mouth traced slow paths down your neck, leaving subtle bites as he panted, pushing your shirt farther down your arm as if it were an obstacle in his path, as though he had been dreaming about getting it off you from the second he saw you asleep in that circle couch.
His kiss had a similar intensity to the one you shared the night prior, laced with intent and purpose, but this time it wasn't out of pity, or at least it didn't feel like it; rather, this felt charged.
One of your hands was tangled in his messy blonde hair, and the other was wrapped around his neck, following his movements as he descended your body, causing you to squirm slightly as he looked up, grinning.
His hands found their way to your waist again, holding you as he worked his way down your torso. His breathing was staggered, face flushed despite all of your clothes still being on, well, what little you had on to begin with.
Armin studied you for a moment before sitting up, pushing himself to his knees, which were on either side of your pressed-together thighs.
"Your shirt," he motioned towards the flimsy fabric you had on. "Can I take it off?"
Swallowing hard, you nodded, the smile on his face grew as his warm hands met the hem of your shirt, slowly peeling it off until you were left in nothing but your underwear, your chest bare to him.
You weren't as embarrassed as you figured you might be with Armin watching you, soaking in every part of your body, taking mental images as though this were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
