Whimpers┊ Armin Arlert
╰› heavily suggestive, established relationship, fem reader, college au, nsfw, 18+
Time ticked by, painfully slowly. Your mind had long lost its attention on the textbook sitting before you. Your blanket was close to covering the pages’ edges if it wasn’t for your boyfriend subconsciously pushing and smoothing the blanket back out.
Ocean-blue eyes staring dead, focused on the page in front of him. Much to your dismay, he was used to your antics; nothing could distract him from his studies. That was your own hypothesis to test.
So instead of studying–like you were supposed to be doing–you dedicated your time and attention to exhausting every move you could pull to divert your nerdy boyfriend’s attention away from the book and onto his beloved girlfriend.
With determination, you sat up, mindlessly leaning closer into his side, purposely making him lean as well. Armin let out a sigh, perhaps one of annoyance or discomfort–you didn’t particularly care. ‘Okay… that didn’t work…’ You thought, already moving onto your next plan. Hand reaching out to flick at the edge of the pages, wondering if you could successfully flip the page.
You could not.
Not even twenty seconds in, and the male’s slender hand had wrapped around your own. Placing it back into your lap. Glasses-clad eyes not shifting to you.
Letting out a breathy laugh to cover the mental stress you were growing inside. How could one even put more attention into an inanimate object than their girlfriend? Granted, Armin was rather dense when it came to relationships.
You decided not to waste any more time, going straight to the last plan you had been saving. With a relaxed sigh, you reached forward and shut the textbook. Earning a questionable “huh” from the blonde beside you. His eyes were looking at you in obvious confusion.
“What was that for [name]?”
You simply shrugged, slipping out from under your blanket and crawling onto his lap, successfully trapping his hips in between your thighs as you straddled him.
Armin gulped, his eyes now sporadically looking from your face to your position, and back to your expression. You would have thought he was faced with a sudden math equation–One with a numerical solution that he had never heard of before.
His hands were cemented to his sides, his elbows propping him up to look at you. Black rimmed glasses were tilted on the bridge of his nose, lips quivering–not out of fear but out of unease. You could only imagine the number of questions running through his mind with a mix of random directions.
Quietly, you leaned down, hands sliding along his abdomen, stopping on his chest. Your warm breath tickled his neck, his body freezing upon realizing your intentions.
With parted lips, you gently pecked his skin. Taking note of how warm his skin had already gotten, the image of his ripe red face appeared in your mind.
“Mmpf!”
Armin’s hands shakily gripped the sheets below him, eyelids squeezed shut as you placed lingering kisses along his neck and collarbone. “We should–ahh–be studying…” Armin tried to persuade, his voice shaky as little breaths escaped him.
“And have you ignore me again? No way.” You denied, a frown forming on your features at the mere thought of going back to how you both were a few minutes prior.
“I-ignore you?” Armin opened his eyes slightly, dark-blonde eyebrows furrowing at your claim. “It was like I wasn’t there…” You lifted your head, meeting his eyes, your frown causing him to gulp.
“I didn’t mean to…” He muttered sheepishly. You hummed in response. Of course, you believed him. Your dense boyfriend would never purposely ignore you, nor make you have any negative thoughts. But then again, he was melting in the palm of your hand with a mere few touches. No way, were you going to give this chance up.
A gasp left Armin, his adam’s apple bobbing as you kissed and sucked on his throat. Your hands running down his abdomen, feeling his body under palms. It wasn’t until your nails grazed underneath his shirt that you heard a choked whimper leave the blonde under you.
Your lips lifted into a smile, raising your head to look at his needy expression. His glasses were fogging up–even more tilted than before. His lips were parted, short-blonde hair disheveled from his own movements.
Without waiting another second, you leaned forward and kissed him. Armin’s eyes widened as his once shaky hands were now clamped down onto your hips. Kissing back slowly, struggling to match your pace. A minute passed before you pulled back, saliva connecting your lips. Your boyfriend panted heavily, his head lolled to the side, gazing up at you.
Gently reaching up, you slipped his glasses off him. Placing them on your nightstand before pulling him into another kiss.
Soft whimpers left Armin, the noises growing louder and more needy as the kiss grew more heated. His hands–not shaky anymore–were moving over your sides. Pushing your clothes up and down until his fingers touched your skin successfully.
Your hips rubbed against his, letting out soft noises against his lips. “[Name]...” Armin mewled, his slender hands squeezing at your sides as he moved your body against his groin more persistently. His own hips bucking up pathetically.
“Please…” His breathless whispers made you groan. He sounded so hot. You opened your eyes, breaking the kiss as you sat back. A loud, needy whine left your boyfriend. Blonde hair stuck to his forehead, heavy breathless pants left him. Dilated eyes looked up at you expectantly with a little bit of hurt from you stopping.
“God… Don’t look at me like that… You’ll get what you want.”
Your hand reached down, palming his obvious hard on. Watching as your boyfriend’s back arched in response.
“Mmpf–don’t stop–ahh–please don’t stop!”
Armin’s laud whimpers and begging were like music to your ears. Your lower abdomen grew warmer as you continued massaging his boner.
His actions became more erratic once you unzipped his pants and pulled his hard, leaking cock out of it’s confines.
The blonde’s hips bucked up into your hand, his head lolled back, his mouth parted open as strings of incoherent whimpers left him.
Armin’s cock was red and hard, almost swollen in a way. The tip leaked pre-cum, which got smeared along his long length as he thrusted up into your hand.
“Hmpf… Cumming! Cumming!”
His body shook, back arched as he came in long spurts. Breath hitching as he covered your hand and part of his pants in his own sperm.
“You did so good~” You cooed to the out-of-breath male. His eyes half-lidded as he smiled exhaustedly.
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