TW: slight bruising, sexual intercourse, dick-riding.
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Eren: yeah let's meet up
: alright, where?
Eren: well, wanna go to the coffee shop in the corner?
: yeah, i'd love that. see u then.
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Eren
Was that fine? Hopefully, I didn't come off too excited. What am I doing? I've never cared about this stuff so why now? Bullshit Eren. You're bullshitting yourself. She didn't text you because of that. There's no way. There's just no way.
— Ding! Went your phone.
"Y/n," Armin called your name after sitting on the couch and cuddling for a while. "Who is it?"
"It's, let me see." You paused for a second. "Eren."
Armin quickly looked at you, as if examining your facial expression. "What does he want?" His voice was a little quieter.
"He said he got a text from Mikasa. He wants to see her."
"Oh okay." He said he buried himself into you again, completely losing interest in the matter and believing you without a second thought.
You put your arm around him, answering Eren and then turning your phone off, setting it face-down on the coffee table. Kissing Armin's forehead was the best feeling in the world, second to only one thing. The night was young and Armin loved you. He loves me. He looked up at you, his eyes glittering and filled with hearts, "Let me kiss you." He said softly.
You nodded and he leaned up to place his lips on yours. The kiss was so gentle, so carefully placed, as if every motion was perfectly calculated to make you want more. It wasn't enough. It's never enough with Armin. Even after everything, you still yearned for more. How selfish you were. The same selfishness was being driven out of Armin's lips and into yours. He wanted more too.
He slowly sat up, keeping his mouth tangled with yours. You fell back on the couch and let Armin slowly slipped your outfit off, leaving you bare in your pink, lace underwear. He hurriedly threw his sweater to the side as he slipped it off over his head. He looked down at you with a fiery-rose gaze in his eye. The strangest feeling was bestowed upon you. A feeling of lust, mixed with a new blooming sensation of love. A love finally being put on display, being laid out on the table for everyone to see.
