Warnings: unedited Oral, Tongue Piercing, Alcohol, cheating, uhh idk I havent done this in a while LOLZ, eating from the back???
Nerd!Armin was an undercover freak, and you had no idea. Not until tonight, that is.
Nerd!Armin was just a quiet guy in one of your mandatory history courses.
Nerd!Armin literally never spoke, and when he did, it was mumbles so quiet and unclear that everyone had given up speaking to him in general, including your professors.
Nerd!Armin was the type of guy who kept his head down, did his work, and left. He had only two friends, Mikasa and Eren, both very much losers in their own right.
Nerd!Armin was the kind of guy you avoided at all costs, not because of reputation or anything, but cause he kind of weirded you out.
Nerd!Armin had somehow scored an invitation to one of the frat parties your boyfriend was hosting, probably through Connie, a guy who gave out invites like candy.
Nerd!Armin sat in the corner with Eren and Mikasa, silently drinking away and occasionally nodding his head to the music.
Nerd!Armin looked good tonight, his stupid dinosaur shirt clinging to his skinny frame, making your mouth dry. It was probably the alcohol or your boyfriend getting on your nerves.
Nerd!Armin looked good drunk and now stood swaying; his eyes caught sight of you from across the room. You sat in the corner opposite him, your boyfriend long gone, drunk off his mind, probably going to jump off a roof or something.
Nerd!Armin swayed closer and closer to you, mouthing the words of some 2hollis song that blasted in both of your ears. His mouth mouthing every word so distinctly that it was the first time you'd seen his mouth move, his mouth open.
Nerd!Armin had a tongue piercing.
Nerd!Armin stood above your sitting figure and looked down at you before entering the bathroom.
Nerd!Armin turned his head back to face you as if beckoning you to join him.
Nerd!Armin had forgotten his friends long ago; the only reason he came was to see you.
Nerd!Armin had you bent over the bathroom counter as he pulled down your thong and stroked at your wet cunt with his middle finger, the only one actually with a green lantern ring on it.
Nerd!Armin didn't speak to you as he bent down to take a long stripe from your pussy, afraid he'd begin to stutter and turn you off.
Nerd!Armin did, however, eat you out until you screamed his name over and over.
Nerd!Armin smirked into your cunny when your boyfriend knocked at the door, begging to take a piss. Feeling you freeze up at the sound of your boyfriend's voice, Armin pushed his piercing into your clit once more time and forced an orgasm out of you once more; this time, you bit your lip and clenched onto the tap in front of you and shook violently.
Nerd!Armin's glasses fogged up, and mouth dripping with your cum satisfied, he turned you around and guided you onto your knees as he unbuckled his pants, all while your boyfriend still waited on the other side.
Nerd!Armin had no intention of keeping quiet, though…
i came up with his but i can’t decide who it’s for.
shy boyfriend who get really nervous when you flirt with him. “ i like your shirt” you say as you reach your hand over to him and place your hand just below his ribs” “thanks i got it at-“ he’s pauses l as you rake your hands up his chest, letting out a shaky breath. you put your hand under his collar and pull lightly. he smiles nervously “ stop” he tries speak normally but his lets out a normal giggle. starring at you with big eyes that practically scream i love you.
Okay so i instantly thought of Armin. The way he gets all nervous and flustered… yeah.
His eyes flit all over the place as he tries to stay calm. You’re so close, he can feel your breath puffing against him and your sweet scent is making his head swim. What is he supposed to do in this situation? He’s nervous, his heart is beating out of his chest, but god, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now.
“Relax.” you murmur, pulling him even closer and holding back a giggle at how utterly lovestruck he looks. His face is flushed a beautiful pink, and his usually neat hair is tousled just a little. But most of all, you marvel at his eyes. Those beautiful, bright eyes that are staring at you with so much love behind them. The sight tugs at your heart and you lean in, closing what little distance was left between you and pressing your lips against his. He makes the cutest sound, something between a gasp and a whimper, and melts into your touch.
warnings: vaginal sex, degradation (m recieving), unprotected sex, armin likes when ur mean to him? idk, bad grammar
a/n: this is my first time writing for aot so i hope this is ok :p pls feel free to request more of it bc i had fun with this hehe. enjoy!!
“oh!” he breathed, feeling your wet wet pussy take his tip. your cunt gripped him like you were trying to make him leave, but that couldn’t be true, not with the way your legs were wrapped around him, not with the way your arms were around his neck and hands were in his hair. Your eyes were screwed shut and a tense frown was on your face. He looked down at you gently.
“Y/N? Are you ok?” he said breathlessly, holding back so hard from just pushing in and filling you up. He wanted you to be ok, no matter how much effort it took to hold back.
“I’m fine,” you huffed, face white hot with embarrassment and lust,”fucking put it in.”
he braced on his elbows that were either side of your head, and did as he was told. He pushed in, slowly so as not to hurt you, letting out a little whimper as he did.
“Fuck!” you sucked in breath from behind you teeth and moaned,”It fucking hurts.”
“I’m sorry!” he squeaked, and he went even slower, painfully slower. It felt so fucking good, it made him weak in the knees. It felt good for you too, it just made you more annoyed.
Once he was fully inside he let out a shivering moan, gripping the sheets is his soft hands. You were so tight and tense, so soft. He was concerned his knees would buckle and he would crush you, but he almost wanted to just to be closer to you.
He hated to admit it, and he would never, never tell you, but he was worried he was in love with you. He didn’t quite know why, he didn’t quite understand it. You were so mean to him, and yet he couldn’t help but see all the good things about you. You were actually very thoughtful when it came to it, very smart, very pretty, and surprisingly compassionate. Maybe you’re scared of getting close to people, maybe you’re scared of being vulnerable, he wouldn’t know. All he does know is, you’re not as mean as you seem to be. And besides, he kinda likes it when you’re mean to him anyway. You always say just the right thing to make him feel disgusting and very horny, which he can admit is an odd combination.
He doesn’t really know why you hook up with him. If everything you’ve said to him is true, you should hate him with a burning fury. And yet you text him nearly everyday, asking him up to your dorm all the time, asking to study with him. He can’t quite make sense of it, but as long as he can be around you, he’s ok.
“Oh, y/n, you-you feel so good,” he whines, kissing into your shoulder desperately, right under your ear so you can hear everything.
”Do you ever shut up?” you breath, and you can feel your heartbeat around him when he gives your neck a particularly wet kiss.
God, why does he drive you so crazy? What is it about this random dork that has you so worked up? I mean, yeah he’s good looking, but doesn’t his dweebiness cancel that all out? He’s on your unis debate team for fuck sake, he should not be permitted anywhere near you.
And yet, when he looks up at you with those big stupid eyes and smiles and bats his big stupid lashes you just melt. A little bit. It’s nothing serious. something about his patheticness draws you to him. On one hand, you want to bully him and watch him squirm, but then on the other, you can’t help but want to protect him. He’s so smart and yet so dumb, and you certainly can’t trust other people to not clown on him. Only you deserve that privilege. Whatever.
You’re not sure if he’s doing this just because you’re the only girl that will fuck him, or if he really likes you. You’re scared to ask and ruin your uncaring bitchy image. You hate it so much, but you like him a lot. Too much. It makes you feel ill. Sometimes you think maybe you love him, even if you don’t let yourself have that thought for very long. But you have to hold onto this small power, this small advantage you have over him. It’s not about winning to you, it’s about not losing. You can’t risk being made a fool, so here you are. Fucking him with no idea why he’s fucking you other than you being a hot girl. It could be worse you suppose.
“It’s so wet,” he whines, rolling his hips gently, grinding against your g-spot.
“Shut up,” you huff, trying your hardest not to make any embarrassing noises.
“You’re so wet, oh god-“ he began a steady rock, arching his back to draw out of you, crouching to push in. He fucked you like a heart beat, smooth and rhythmic, and you were trying your hardest not to whine or moan or groan or anything that could signify you’re enjoying this more than him. Because in all honesty, you’re scared you are.
It couldn’t be further from the truth, though. As he looked down at your face all scrunched up, your lips slightly parted and your fingers twisting in his hair, stinging his scalp, all he could think was “I love you”.
I love you as he jerked his hips.
I love you as he took your hand in his.
I love you as he whimpered like a bitch.
Armin was nearly convinced he was saying it out loud, although he did have somewhat of a filter. He was so consumed by you, you occupied every part of his brain, he didn’t know how to function with you so close. Not just the idea of you, but you. Actually with him. Actually wanting him.
You couldn’t know how good you felt, it was driving him crazy. You insisted on doing it raw, not that he had any complaints, and he can feel everything inside you. He can feel how your tiny cunt weeps on him, how you just get wetter and wetter every time he makes even the smallest noise. He can feel how soft, how lush you are inside. You feel like heaven, absolutely perfect. You’re his perfect girl. His perfect everything. He moves into you without thinking as you squirm underneath him, mind reeling. He hardly believes it’s real, how can anything ever be this heavenly?
You feel so full. Every time he pushes in you feel complete, totally filled and totally loved. His dick is so uncharacteristically big, you can’t even understand it. It’s so pretty too, you imagine his long fat pretty cock moving inside you, cumming inside you, and you can’t help but be a bit annoyed again that he makes you want him so badly.
“Why is- such a big cock- waste-wasted on a loser like you?” you said, trying not to moan as you spoke but instead just panting like a dog.
Armin whined once again, loud this time, eyes shut in pure ecstasy, pounding away at you. His face was bright red from the backhanded flattery, mouth hanging open and tiny dribbles of spit coming out the sides of his mouth. You look up at him, slightly disgusted, insanely turned on. The schlick schlick schlick sound that filled the room was getting louder, and if armin wasn’t so lost in you, he would be picking up on how much he’s affecting you.
“Y-You’re so pathetic armin,” you whispered, staring into his face. He was so beautiful, even when he was gross.
“Mhm, mhm. How pathetic am I?”
He fucking loves it when you talk down on him. He couldn’t place why, just something about such a pretty girl, you, telling him he’s disgusting, it made him feel so dirty and ashamed and it drove him wild.
“So pathetic. So pathetic it-it makes me sick. Fuck,“ you breathe, bed creaking underneath you and a faint smacking sound from where you two join. How is he so good at this? He must’ve been a virgin before you, who would fuck him of all people? Has he been fucking people behind your back? You would find them and fucking kill them if he was. You tighten your hold on his neck, pulling him down to give him sloppy open mouthed kisses in between moans.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, you’re such a slut armin.”
“Yeah, yeah i’m so- such a slut, oh fuck,” is he crying? He sounds like he’s crying, toes curling as he drives himself into you over and over again.
Legs twitching when he gives you a particularly deep thrust, you put your head back to the bed to look at him again. Sure enough, there’s tears in his eyes and down his cheeks, one plopping down onto the side of your mouth. You lick it as armin opens his eyes and watches, letting out a shuddering moan as your hands move to his hair once more.
“Are you crying?”
He nods, eyes shut at the sensation of you squeezing his dick. You like to see him cry.
“Why are you crying?”
“hmm,” he whimpers,”feels good Y/N, I can’t help it.”
“Who made you such a whore?”
He could feel your heart pounding in your tiny little pussy, but you were his entire world as he looked down at you. The look in your eyes of pure ecstasy and hunger drove him wild. You give his hair a sharp tug when he doesn’t answer, staring intently into his eyes.
“You did, you made me a whore. ‘M your whore Y/N.”
That’s when your eyes roll into the back of your head, mouth agape, sweat beading on your forehead as you lose sensibilities and let out your first real moan of the night.
He couldn’t look away from your face even if he wanted to, he was so transfixed by that expression. He wanted to make you do it again and again and again until you both passed out, and even then he doesn’t think his body would stop.
“Do you like it when I say that?” he asks, not teasing, just wanting to please you.
“Yes-“you say, and it’s chopped, almost like you didn’t mean to say it out loud. Because you didn’t. And you’re sure you’re gonna kick yourself later, but you can’t find the time to care when he’s drilling into you so good you can’t breathe right, like you feel him in your throat.
“Well it’s true Y/N, I am. I’m your whore, I’m your whore. No ones like you-,” he was so far gone, fucking you out of instinct, hardly even conscious of what he was doing as he unintentionally ravaged your body. He shifted his weight to one elbow so he could take your face with his other hand and kiss you again.
“Your pussy’ so good an tight, oh god,” he shoves his tongue so far in your mouth, and it’s the most disgusting kiss you’ve ever had. Tongues sloppily slicking together, and messy clicking noise coming from your mouths. Spit covers both your lips, and you moan louder than you’re happy to. You just can’t help it, you wish you could stop but you can’t, and right now you don’t want to.
“Oh god, fuck, armin i think i’m gonna cum-“ you say desperately, one of the only few moments you’re not afraid to show how you feel.
“Ok, cum please, cum,” he begs you, balls slapping welty against your ass, fucking into your g-spot so good.
“Oh, armin-“ you say breathlessly, and he leans down to kiss you all messy again, moaning into your mouth as he works himself over your abundant heat.
You clench real hard around him as you cum, causing his hips to stutter, but he ploughs on. you whine as your cum seeps down his balls and onto your thigh. So embarrassing.
“Oh- you, you- hah,” you feel like you’ve ascended, your legs twitching uncontrollably as he cries on top of you.
“You’re so pretty, so pretty,” he whimpers, putting his forehead against yours, “Please, cumming, i’m cumming, Y/NNNN.”
And then you feel it, his weight collapsing on top of you and warm, thick liquid filling you up inside. It feels so good, to be completely full of his cock and his cum, to have him all around you. You never want him to leave. He breaths heavily into your neck, lips pressed passively to it. Your legs drop from his waist onto the bed, your hands stay carded in his soft hair. Oh wow, it really is soft, you didn’t realise it was this nice. One more thing to like about armin. God damn it.
You just stay there breathing, and you’re so tired you’re afraid you might fall asleep right there. Your body is entirely limp, you’re not sure you could move if you tried. His forearms are grouped at your sides, caging you in his touch. You never feel safer than when you’re in his arms, never more content.
“Y/N?” he says quietly after a little time passes, afraid to disturb the quiet.
“Yeah?” and your voice is entirely warm, devoid of all pretence. You’re too tired to pretend anything, you just want his affection right now.
“I really like being with you.”
It’s so timid and real, your heart skips a beat in your chest. You’re eyes flutter themselves shut, and the butterflies rage in your tummy as you fight the urge to doze off. You’re so happy he’s with you, even if you’re not sure he feels the exact same way. You’re so happy a nerd like him puts up with such a bitch like you. You really should be nicer to him, then maybe you could be together like you want to instead of this. Instead of something that’s nothing. Maybe he does like you too. It’s worth a shot anyway.
“I like being with you too, armin.”
You felt gross admitting it, but at least you were telling him the truth for once.
Cheeks glowing pink, he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.
“Really?”
You make a small giggling sound, and immediately regret being born. Still, you’re going to be thorough with this vulnerability thing, so you plough on.
Armin loves the sound of your laugh, even when you’re laughing at him, so this rare sound is euphoria. He feels dizzy at the noise, love welling up inside him.
“Yeah,” You continue, “Of course I do.”
A moment of cozy silence and pounding hearts, before you continue.
“You know, you’re probably my favourite nerd.”
Old habits die hard, but he doesn’t seem to care, because he just holds you tighter inhaling your scent.
He thinks, if this is how you are when you’re sleepy, maybe he’ll tire you out more often.
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HONEY DIPPEDㅤ boyfriend! armin arlert x fem! reader — smut [ 1.3k+ wc ] cws cock worship + oral (m) + begging + 'whore' is used once + (slight) degradation + cum eating + d/s dynamic ! MDNI
ㅤarmin adored watching you kneel before him, adore how eager you always were to please him.
armin felt giddiness was over him as he watched you kneel before him.
your lips were pulled into a gentle pout and your eyes were glimmering brightly, fingers pulling loosely at the crotch of his pants — restless and yet, still gentle enough, waiting for him with any bit of patience you still had left in you, mind feeling hazy and foggy due to your lust induced high, your whole complexion seemingly glossed over in cloudy arousal.
“please ‘min, please. i’ll be so good, promise” you mewled, continuing your relentless, repetitive speech, knees digging into the floor as you moved closer to the man before you, cheek going to rest against his thigh while you looked up at him, maintaining eye contact at all times, knowing he liked that. you felt your heart flutter once armin’s hand fell softly at the top of your head, whining needily and gripping the fabric of his pants harsher, ending up resolving to silent begs through your desire imprinted demeanor, hoping that would be enough to get him to give into your pleas.
“you look pretty begging” armin simply responded, not showing any interest in actually succumbing to your requests — but you saw his words as a hint that maybe if you kept going he will give you what you seeked, mind racing and heart fluttering as you sat up better. you placed your hands on either side of armin’s hips, kissing over the fabric of his clothes, trailing from the middle of his stomach down to his pelvis, pecks heavy and carried with a desperation only armin could bring out of you.
“‘min please, please, i just want a taste, i’ll make you feel so good, i’ll do anything you want i swear” the strings of restless words infused in imploration that came from you were supposed to be embarrassing, your eagerness to have your lips wrapped around your boyfriend’s cock so high you should probably be ashamed of it — but you weren’t, and being quite frank, you didn’t think there was any actual reason to be, your relentless need to please him being one of your best traits in armin’s eyes, after all.
“is that so?” he asked rhetorically, pressing your face closer to his crotch, groaning at the sensation, bulge growing bigger and heavier the longer you desperately asked for him, the sight of your blatant enthusiasm endearing, or better yet, arousing. “what do you even like so much about my dick? are you just some pretty whore who only thinks about cock, is that it?”
“no ‘min, no. i only like yours, only think about yours” you replied hurriedly, pawing at his abdomen as you whined, aware he was only saying that to embarrass you, knowing that you both got off on the humiliation — even if in very different ways. “only your cock can make me feel good, only yours” you reassured, gasping excitedly once you saw armin’s hands drift down to the waist of his pants, undoing their button and pulling the fabric of his clothing down just enough to let his erection spring free, heavy shaft going to rest against your face, tip just above your brow bone and full balls mere centimeters away from your mouth.
“oh yeah? show how grateful you are for it then” you didn’t need to be told anything else to know what armin wanted you to do. greedily, you wrapped one hand around the base of his member, tongue spilling out as you licked a fat strip up the underside of his shaft, humming satisfied when you reached the flushed tip and pulled it into your mouth, sucking on it eagerly, lapping up any droplet of pre-cum that had threatened to drip down before it had the opportunity to reach your tastebuds.
“you like how it tastes?” armin asked, hands resting on his hips and eyes focused on your movements, posture straight and not a hint that he may want to change positions in sight. his voice was, however, starting to tremble, breath growing heavier as you devoted all your attention to pleasing him, sucking, licking and kissing his tip, lapping up his slit and drinking any bit of pre-cum that spilled, taking everything that he gave you.
“i do” you hummed, eyes locking with his as you squeezed the base of his cock just enough to elicit a groan from your boyfriend. “it tastes so, so good ‘min. i love having it in my mouth, love how it tastes and how it feels against my tongue” your voice was calm, steady, even if your rambling could be considered a bit too eager — not that you were thinking for too long before speaking in that moment anyways, simply letting out all the things your had thought about previously but never had the chance to express. “i love how warm it feels” you continued, lips sucking around his pink tip once more as you sucked on it attentively before you pulled back all together, moving his shaft so it stood perpendicular to your face. “love kissing and licking it” after the words finished leaving your mouth, you leaned closer to armin’s length, gaze still glued to his as you pressed tender kisses down his underside, going down before licking a stripe up one of the sides, kissing down that spot right after.
“oh yeah?” armin’s voice trembled harder and his breath faltered harsher the longer you kept stimulating him, each of your sentences sending waves of pleasure crashing down his body, each syllable making his heart flutter and his mind run in circles, indescribable arousal and even pride filling him the longer you spoke — the longer you worshiped him.
as a reply, you hummed, lips catching around his cock’s leaking tip before you moved downwards again, sucking on his balls instead, licking and kissing them just as feverishly as you had done with his shaft moments prior, loving the groans and moans you elicited form your boyfriend, watching through a — still increasingly — lust-coated gaze how he threw his head back, adam’s apple bobbing up as he swallowed hard, stuffing your face closer against his crotch, pushing you to keep going.
not many words were exchanged after that — not that many more seemed to be needed anyways. as you kept on sucking, swallowing as much of armin’s cock as your could, the tip of your nose eventually reaching his pelvis and pressing snuggly against it as you felt the corners of your lips start to sting, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes from the effort you had been putting into pleasing the man before you for the last minutes, you found yourself absolutely lost in your own desire. you could only think about one thing — armin, about how good he felt inside you and about how bad you wanted to finally get a proper taste of him — and, although you couldn’t voice any of that in that moment, the message still got passed somehow, the silence falling over the room only being broken by armin’s dispersed groans and yet, still loud enough to continue passing on every little message you wanted to deliver.
“i’m close” he moaned, both hands placing themselves at the back of your head as he started to thrust his hips against your face, matching your movements — not more than a few sloppy slips of his dick into your mouth being necessary before armin was reaching his climax, warm cum spilling onto your tongue and fading down your throat, leaving behind a salty aftertaste that only got washed out once your boyfriend lowered himself to your level, knees buckling and legs trembling as he rested his forehead on yours for a few seconds, recollecting himself as the effects of his high still impacted him, eventually leaning over to kiss you tenderly, cupping your cheeks gently and holding you as gently as he could — that act the only one you needed to understand that even if he couldn’t push himself to say it out loud in that moment, armin still loved you more than he would ever be able to explain.
content warning: armin is a FREAK, clothed sex & perverted intentions (reader is unaware)
note: it’s been forevs, hi guys. nerd armin in this thirst is in college so no one can get mad.
there’s something about armin not taking your clothes all the way off when he fucks you. most of the time, he only goes as far as hoisting your skirt up, then yanking your panties over one of your ass cheeks instead of pulling it down properly. that or, he’d just lift your bra up enough for your tits to bounce out in the cool air of the study room rather than unclamping it all the way.
you assumed its because he can get impatient, but even in nights where he’s treating you delicately, he always swerved towards leaving your underwear on, just enough for your clit to feel the raw pad of his thumb.
your assumption is too shallow; armin has a filthy mind — it’s almost sickening. he leaves your panties on because he adores gazing upon the slick spot gathering on the dainty satin while he plunges his cock inside your cunt. sometimes, he would purposely pull out and cum over your panties because he knows you don’t have a change of underwear and would have to wear the same pair until it’s time to go home.
unbeknownst to you— because of this, his cum would sometimes drip down your inner thigh, which can be visible whenever you’re wearing skirts.
the hot sex that comes with this is just a plus, you can admit yourself that there’s odd pleasure that comes with not being completely bare. so who cares if armin has underlying intentions?
imagine letting armin be little rougher for the first time in your relationship. the night starts off slow with u making out with armin on his bed while his hand massages your core over your panties. he would always fuck u so good but when u whisper in his ear that u want him to completely destroy u, he loses it. he can't help but to whine when he finally pushes into u.
"daddy's not going soft today baby. do u think u can handle it?" he asks as he starts pounding into u as hard as he can. your legs are pushed onto his shoulders and his hand toys with your clit.
"oh baby im gonna make u squirt all over my cock tonight."
armin who loves your boobs and everytime you wear a tight shirt that shows them he starts to get blushy because all he can think about is to suck on it
yes yes omg. And he’s so so obvious about it, anyone a mile away can tell :(( He doesn’t mean to think dirty thoughts about you but he just can’t help it, the way that tight shirt fits you gives him such a hard-on, he has to go touch himself in the bathroom <\3. All he thinks about is cumming on them and sucking on them, listening to your lovely moans slip pass your lips, it’s truly music to his ears. When you wear shirts that brings out your tits, you bet he would be staring all day long. He would definitely ‘accidentally’ spill water all over you so he can see your nipples harden up because of the cold water.
for the event #14 "we're in public, you know?" and Armin Arlert from Attack on Titan
Thank uu <33 and congrats on 1k
• "we're in public, you know?" (#14)
warning: dom reader. gn reader. modern au. vibrator. semi- public.
491 words.
1k event.
armin had a little problem with not keeping his hand to himself, grinning at you then feigning an innocent expression. you had to admit it was believable if you weren't the one who knew what was going on behind the scenes.
his nimble fingers resting on your inner thigh, inching closer to your crotch. he was a little brat. and it irritates you take he gets what he wants.
you were lucky there was table clothes covering both of you.
"armin, darling..." his big, puppy eyes stare at you, silently asking whats wrong. you kept a straight face, placing you palm on his lower back, you lean closer to his ear. "we're in public, you know?"
"i'm aware." he grins, suppressing a shiver. you brush his hair behind his ear, touching his lips with your fingertips. he stifles a whimper. "..tickles.."
"i hope you don't mind this." you whisper, taking your phone out of your pocket. it seems armin forgot about one thing.
"mind wha- ah! mm..." armin presses his legs together, breathing heightening and his back arching slightly. the vibrator inside him turned on. he removes his hand away from you in a hurry, gripping onto your shirt instead. "(n-name), not that high.. p-please!"
there was small bzzz. obviously from the toy inside him. armin was afraid that someone would notice - and here comes the waiter.
"you started it, now be a good boy and order your food." he stares at you with wide eyes, placing both his hand between his thighs to conceal his shakiness.
the waiter gives a worried look to armin, then glancing at you. - "is everything okay, sir?"
armin gives a shaky nod, keeping his head bow. you feign a worried look. "darling? you feeling alright?"
he jumps slightly when you lower the setting, he was able to breath a little properly but it seemed to be edging him more than anything.
"mhm.. c- i wan- mm, n-numbe-"
"he'll have number 6, i'll also have the same." you interrupted him sharply. the waiter quickly writes it down, placing a hand on armin's trembling shoulder. "would you like some water?"
aw she was worried. too bad she didn't know what was really going on. he shakes his head, biting his bottom lip. she nods before quickly walking away.
once she was out of ear's reach, armin released a whine, gripping your forearm.
"she probably knows whats going on, puppy." you raise a brow at his pathetic, whimpering state. he sound like an actually puppy. armin pleads with his eyes, his body stuttering.
"i'm sorRy! Sorry!" you place your lips to his forehead, kissing him softly. armin shakes in your hands.
"have you learned your lesson?" he nods eagerly, letting go of your arm. you palm him over his pants watching as his mouth falls open, hands curling up into fists beside him.
you knew, very well, he didn't learn his lesson. he never does.
