TW: oral sex (f. receiving), knife play, sexual intercourse, praising, unprotected sex.
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"Oh?" You asked daringly. You'd grown a little annoyed at the way Armin teased you, but you wanted something and he knew that well. It wasn't worth it, to defy him that is. Not at that moment. Your words simply spilled from your mouth, you couldn't contain your mouth from spilling. "Well then, what do you wanna do? If you're not tired, that is." You asked looking into his cerulean eyes and tilting your head, challenging him.
"You wanna find out?" He whispered as he leaned in closer to you, almost touching his lips to yours.
You opened your mouth to answer, but Armin's sentence came out first. "Let's take this to my bedroom, shall we?" Your initial brattiness slowly wore off as Armin's tone ever so slightly darkened. Without a second thought, you hurriedly followed him into his clean bedroom. The sheets were neatly padded into the bed and his cute little gaming set-up was spotless. As much as you wanted to admire his little living space for a little longer, your attention was almost immediately stolen as Armin pulled out a knife.
You were ashamed to admit that it made your insides pulse. He stood there, holding the knife which resembled the one he had before. It wasn't real, but you couldn't confirm that with only a glance. You wanted to feel it on your skin at Armin's command. Wanted to feel it run down your body, being held by Armin's hand.
Armin walked over to you, closing the door behind him. You were standing by his bed, watching as he looked down at you, ready to have a few of his sinful desires come true. He gently grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Then he whispered, "Strip." Into your ear, holding the knife with his other hand right against your neck.
You carefully slipped your gloves off, then pulled the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders, knowing Armin would start staring lewdly. As you did that, Armin started unbuttoning his shirt, keeping his layered necklaces on.
You sat back on the bed, now only in your red-laced underwear. Armin looked down at you, then bent down to say, "You look pretty. Did you dress up for me?"
Rubbing your thighs together, you looked down and nodded in an embarrassed fashion. "Maybe." You marked with another daring tone.
"I like it when you do things for me. I think you deserve a reward." He told you as he got to his knees in front of you and separated your knees. He slowly and seductively rubbed his hands on your thighs then looked up at you, "As much as I love the lace, do you mind if I slip it off you for a little bit?"
You nodded, a little too eagerly. Armin smiled then started to slip your underwear down your thighs, carefully placing it aside once he got it off. Separating your legs again, he slowly brought his mouth to your cunt. His tongue felt lukewarm as it reached you. He started swirling and circling in your lips, wanting to hear you moan his name.
