Nerd!Armin cause who doesn’t like that au of him, and after a long day of classes he comes back to his and reader’s apartment. Just want to sit down on the couch with his book and cuddle his love. Yet he comes back to find reader no where until he gets to their bedroom and finds his book used as a makeshift bikini top and very little else.
Ummm Idk if you like the idea but happy to have you back on tumblr ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡
(Suddenly, my assignments and lectures just don’t seem all that important right now! Now, I’ve never written material like this, so let me know how yall feel abt it!)
Happy Birthday! | Armin x Reader (NSFW) [not that freaky but still]
It just had to be today of all days.
The day dragged on endlessly: Professors circling around the main point of their presentation. Constant interruption of the eager students trying to play ‘devil’s advocate’, thinking they know more than the professor does. Battling with the TA when his grade came out differently from Marco’s, even though they worked on the assignment together.
All on his birthday.
The entire walk back from campus to his apartment was filled with thoughts of you.
His sweet partner.
All he wants to do now is hold you.
Grab his favorite book from the coffee table he left it on, turn on your speaker to play some soft music, and lie down on the couch with you. He wanted to hear you ramble on about your day, running your hands through his hair.
Now he’s more than glad his birthday party with everyone isn’t until Saturday. He isn’t sure how much more he can take after today, especially with how rowdy things get when Eren, Jean, and Reiner all interact with some alcohol in their system.
Once he sees the apartment in view, he just can’t hold in how excited he is to see you!
He rushes up to the door, speedwalking (practically jogging) up to it, and fumbling with his keys. He couldn’t wait to see your pretty face. To hold you like he wants to steal your air away.
Finally, the door opened, and there you are, sitting on the couch like always.
Waiting for him.
Except you’re not?
He pauses, incredibly disappointed and deflated.
You were supposed to be here.
He needs you right now more than ever, and you’re not here??
He lets out a sad sigh, plopping down onto the couch after having tossed his book bag aside. An arm came up to cover his eyes, a clear sign of frustration for him. Where could you be? Did you go out to grab something to surprise him today? But he doesn’t want any of that. He just wants you. At least you’re trying to celebrate him, right? That’s what should count.
He reaches a hand out, flailing towards the coffee table, trying to reach for the book he’d left there earlier. After the 3rd failed attempt at reaching for it this way, he sits up, scanning the table for that damn book.
And great. That’s not there either. He gets up from the couch, looking around the living room and kitchen, trying to figure out where the hell he could’ve left it.
Not under the couch.
Not on the kitchen counter.
Not on the dining table.
He walks towards the bedroom, the one place he hasn’t checked.
When he opens the door, he’s met with a sight that immediately makes him a red-faced mess.
There you are, his sweet love, “reading” his book, having it opened up to cover your bare chest as much as it could in nothing else but dark blue bottoms. You look up as he opens the door, smiling at him. The very smile that makes his knees weak. The one he’d do anything for.
“Was wondering if you’d ever come over here or if I’d have to go drag you from the couch,” you teased, “So, you coming in or what?”
It took him a second or two to fully snap out of the trance you put him in. He just can’t help but be mesmerized by you. No matter how long you’ve been together now for, you were always his weakness. He steps in hesitantly, closing (and locking the door for safe measures) behind him.
“I thought you left or something,” He whispered.
“I know. I could hear you groaning in the living room from in here. Rough day?” You asked.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” He murmured, rubbing a hand over his face in annoyance.
“So, what I’m hearing is…” You slowly move the book away from your chest. Closing it and tossing it on the nightstand before leaning back onto your arms. “... you need to let out some steam?”
Usually, Armin was a gentle lover. Taking his time with you, asking if what he was doing was okay, and reassuring you the entire time. But right now? He’s starving. He’s been tested beyond his limits today, and you’re the only thing that he can think of to make it better. Without missing another beat, he’s on you.
His hands traced every curve of you as he pushed you back against the pillows. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing and biting softly. One of his knees came up, guiding your thighs apart, giving just enough space for him.
“Baby!” You giggle out, surprised at his eagerness, “Come on, take some time with your birthday present first.”
“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t,” He pants out. He pulls back to look into your eyes, his glazed over in a soft haze. Desperate, but still as adoring as usual. “I know I’m not usually like this, but I need you right now. Please, baby?”
The look in his eyes definitely did something to you. And who were you to deny your sweet boyfriend like this? And on his birthday, no less.
You decide to make the next move, tugging at his belt. He let out a soft whine, immediately melting at the gesture. His head came down to rest against your forehead.
“Fuck…” He murmured, “I need you.”
Soon enough, clothes were scattered across the floor. He had you turned onto your stomach, a hand holding you down by your neck as he thrusted into you. Needy whines and whispers filled the room as he enjoyed every part of you. Watching you writhe beneath him like this is his favorite pastime. His free hand worked to trail reverently down the curve of your spine, feeling the way that it shivers at his touch.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart… You know that, right? I’ll remind you every day if I have to…” He whispers, stuttering softly as he gets lost in the sensation of you.
The moment gets interrupted when his phone starts ringing, probably Eren or someone trying to wish him a happy birthday. But, fuck, he couldn’t care less about that when he has you like this. So pretty, and all just for him. He finds his phone hidden somewhere in the sheets of their bed. He sends them straight to voicemail, never once slowing down as he pushes further into you.
Now there he is, phone in hand, looking down at you. A small, mischievous smile spreads across his face as he opens his camera app.
“Baby, let me take a picture of ya, yeah? Something for me- fuck- for me to use when you're gone. Please, baby?”
You nod, honestly just wanting him to get it over with so he can focus on you again.
Once he has the green light, he makes sure to capture you in all your perfection.
There you are, eyes closed, fingers curling tightly around the bedsheets, body arched just right to feel every delicious inch of him.
He tosses his phone aside once he’s satisfied with his work, taking the rest of the afternoon and night to “play with his birthday present”.
Afterwards, he cuddles up to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He kisses along the curve it gently. Despite being a bit breathless and tired, he holds on to you. You’re his anchor. His sweetheart.
“Thanks, my love. You’re the best present I’ve ever gotten.”
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i got shy writing this💔 i love love love Armin so freaking much, but im not confident in my smut writing abilities. practice makes perfect tho!
