authors note; this is an apology for not doing any of the requests that i've had sent in and also extremely self indulgent bc i myself struggle with sleep a lot 😭
contains: eren, jean, armin
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eren yeager
-i can imagine eren being a heavy sleeper who drifts off extremely fast and so he struggles to stay up at night with you.. he'll promise to stay awake as you guys chill and watch netflix in bed but you turn to see him fast asleep only five minutes into the film or show you're supposed to be watching
-if you ever wake up after having a nightmare or any form of night terrors he'll turn a dim lamp on in order to show you that there's nothing to be afraid of, whilst also not blinding you with the main/ceiling light.
-even better, he'll run downstairs and grab you a glass of water and a small snack to nibble on if you're hungry no matter how late it is
-if you're asleep and he isn't, he'll do everything in his power to not wake you up, being careful and quiet at all times and deciding to wake you as late as he possibly can the next morning without you oversleeping, just to help you catch up on the many hours of sleep lost over the past week
-falls asleep with one arm wrapped around you loosely and his head leaning into the crook of your neck, his breath can be quite tickly against your skin as he sleeps but you're so used to it that it feels wrong without it
-he doesn't care about his own body tempurature, what matters is if you're comfortable. too warm? covers are on the floor and the window is open. too cold? he'll hold you tight and bury you both in 3 blankets
jean kirstein
-if you can't sleep he'll either play some quiet white noise, rain sounds, or gentle music from his phone in an attempt to soothe you.
-jean has very cold hands, and so in the summer he holds you close to him as you sleep with his hands flat on your back in order to cool you down. in winter he tucks his hands into the sleeves of his sweater as to not make you feel too cold.
-he can sometimes tell if you're having a nightmare from your breathing patterns and facial expression, gently waking you to pull you from whatever you're experiencing.
-if you're really struggling to fall asleep, he'll try his best to stay up with you until you manage to sleep and once he's 100% sure you'll be okay then he'll allow himself to join you in slumber
-runs his hands through your hair to help you relax, sometimes even giving you a massage to your scalp or back and rubbing your feet if you'd done a lot of walking earlier in the day.
-always tells you "wake me if you need anything, kay?"
armin arlert
-sets aside time each night for you both to read before bed in hopes of clearing your mind to allow you to fully relax
-a super light sleeper, every time you shift around in bed trying to get comfy he always accidentally wakes up
-makes sure to check up on you with a "you doing okay?" every now and then.
-if you struggle with nightmares or sleep paralysis etc, he'll let you sleep with a lamp or nightlight on, giving you a gentle kiss on the head as he assures you that none of it is real and you have nothing to worry about
-if you never got to sleep very well the night before, he'll surprise you the next morning with a warm drink and a pastry for breakfast in bed in hopes of making you feel better
-sometimes talks and mumbles in his sleep.. and then feels super guilty about it if he accidentally wakes you up
love the way you write hange. so sad you stopped 'a game of composure' for a while, but your other fics are great too!!! ❤️
but can i request nerdmin x fem!reader? PLEASE. i need more nerdmin oneshots. with yk frat boy eren, connie hosting the best parties, art student jean, sasha your first campus friend and gothkasa who's just- there. wherever eren is. even hange as our professor lol. reader's from a rich family, but that doesn't mean her parents are controlling in every aspect you know. they let her decide what she wants. you can decide the rest, fluff? sure, would love that. smut? yes spice it up! ignore this if u don't want to! ❤️
♡ part 2 (smut) warnings: suggestive content, alcohol consumption, curse words, substance used, lewd humor, crude jokes, suggestive dares, public intimacy, all characters are aged up. not proofread. credits to @ маша мышка on tiktok as inspiration for this fanfic.
Armin Arlert College AU ♡
Your mother called it a phase. Your father, ever more dramatic, called it a downgrade.
To them, Stohess University wasn’t even on the map. And even if it was, it certainly wasn’t anywhere near the ivy-covered brick walls of the institutions they'd spent your life grooming you into an elegant and dignified lady for.
But you didn’t want to be in another university where everyone was already rich and miserable.
So you transferred. Out of your private, exclusive, east coast academy and into a chaotic, loud and messy public university where people wore pajamas to class and professors said “fuck” in lectures.
And oh, it was perfect! You didn't have to stress about keeping your name clean because the principal was acquainted to your parents, didn't have to worry about making connections with your peers who also belonged to wealthy and influential families.
Except, nobody talked to you at first. Well, that was a given.
You stood awkwardly right by the entrance of the campus, looking completely out of place, dressed in designer from head to toe. Other students gave you condescending looks, looking as if you had gotten lost on your way to your super posh and distinguished private academy.
Though you hadn't quite minded, your branded mary janes clicking against the tiles as you entered the hall, steps measured. Cause you knew you did look out of place. Like you didn't belong here, and maybe that's because you didn't.
Finding your way to your first class wasn't much of a challenge, the building layout was simple and you managed to arrive at lecture hall 2 minutes before the bell rang. You sat at the very back, just by the door. You didn't want to bring unwanted attention to yourself.
The few remaining students spilled in with soft chatters, and your professor followed shortly after the bell rang with a loud greeting of good morning that echoed off the walls and woke up sleeping students with a flinch. They looked— well, rather disorderly. But they taught well, even when most of the students weren't listening, sleeping or when someone would impolitely talk over them.
You sat straight. Didn’t interrupt. Only taking down notes, cause you were actually listening. Then came a chirpy voice a seat away from you, bright and breezy. "Hey, you're new." That was her first line. She said it like you were a gift she’d been waiting for. “I’m Sasha! You’re gorgeous. We’re friends now.” Sasha moved to the seat beside you casually, a little grin on her face.
"Hello, Sasha. I'm Y/N. Pleasure to meet you." You held out your hand for a handshake, offering a kind smile. But instead of shaking your hand, the brunette gave you a high-five instead, and it left you a little dumbfounded.
She giggled at that, leaning in a little. "Wanna sit with us later at lunch? We're cool I promise!"
"Us?" You asked with a slight tilt of your head.
Sasha glanced to her side, gesturing towards a guy two seats away. "Connie," He looked up lazily, eyes deprived from sleep. He was dressed in an oversized hoodie and joggers with his phone in hand, his hair buzzed and platinum. "This my fancy new friend, pretty right? She speaks in italics. Say hi!”
"Yo," Connie moved beside Sasha with an easy smile, kicking back in the seat before giving you a once-over. "You transferring from Mitras or some? Y'look fly as hell girl."
You chuckled, shrugging. “Private school, yeah.”
“Mmmmhm, yep. Explains the posture. You sit like you got a family name to protect.” He added with a laugh, winking in your direction like a compliment.
It was the start of something. Of people. Of laughter that didn’t echo off chandeliers or clink against champagne glasses.
Bell rang soon enough, and Sasha dragged you to the cafeteria, speed-walking down the hall with Connie who quite literally dapped up almost everyone who passed by. Sasha sat you down beside her and him in their "usual" table, and then came a tall raven-haired girl with dark red lips, long winged eyeliner, and an intimidating silence that somehow wasn’t off-putting.
Sasha waved a cheery hi before wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Hey Mika! Meet our new friend, Y/N." Mikasa sat down beside you without a word. "Y/N, this is Mikasa. She doesn’t talk much unless you’re Eren, or someone interesting.”
"Eren?" You ask half-heartedly.
Mikasa said nothing at first, just gave you a long, assessing look before offering a subtle nod. Approved. "You'll meet him eventually."
The conversation dragged on, switching topics about who to avoid or when Connie's next party's gonna be cause they wanted you to come experience his parties too, claiming it'd be an unforgettable college experience. They became your people, fast. Connie supplied laughs (and edibles), Sasha helped you adjust to this new environment and Mikasa taught you how to say no to creeps without uttering a word.
You learned about the extended crew— Jean Kirschtein who in one random Tueday noticed your sketchbook in art theory and asked, “Holddd up. You actually know what chiaroscuro means?” You were friends by the time the lecture ended. He was honest and talented, always scribbling on napkins like his hands moved faster than his brain.
Eren was a name you heard often from Mikasa, followed by a groan from Jean or a laugh from Connie. Armin was barely mentioned, usually in academic contexts, like a trivia answer. You hadn’t met them, not that you really cared. Because despite being pulled into this growing web of personalities— you didn’t know everyone.
Sasha had begged you to come yesterday just as you were about to leave, her arm looped around yours as she rested her head against your shoulder sideways.
“Y/N pleeeeasuh? It'll be fun girl. I promise! Like, trust.” she’d whine, wrapping an arm around your shoulders like the persuasive devil she was. “It’s Connie’s party! No one misses his parties. Everyone will be there! Eren. Mikasa. Armin—” She continued, not stopping till you finally agreed to go.
You were overdressed. You knew it the second you stepped out of the Uber with and heard the bass from halfway down the street.
People were everywhere— on the porch, the lawn, halfway up the damn roof. Red solo cups littered the grass like confetti. A guy in a Pikachu onesie was throwing glowsticks into the bushes while someone else chugged something out of a blender.
This wasn’t your scene. Nope, definitely not.
The last party you went to had a dress code and valet parking.
Now, standing in front of the door while people screamed along to a song you didn’t recognize, you regretted the tailored black dress and pointed heels. You’d grown up attending galas, banquets, and rooftop champagne soirées.
You were a private-school princess. The kind of girl who grew up sipping champagne at banquets with names like “Winter Charity Gala.”
This was more… frat party, spilled vodka and some girl trying to shake her ass on a folding chair.
You were debating whether to continue walking in or text Sasha you couldn't make it tonight and leave when a loud familiar voice yelled from inside—
“SHE’S HERE Y'ALL,” Sasha launched out of the doorway like a cannonball, dragging you inside before you could even react.
“WELCOME TO THE PIT, BABY!” She screamed over the loud music vibrating against the walls. “RULE ONE: DRINK. RULE TWO: SMOKE WEED!”
You laughed despite your senses being overwhelmed. Strobe lights flickered. Inside was chaotic as hell. And you couldn't hear your thoughts 'cause the music boomed too loud against the speakers. Someone was doing a keg stand in the kitchen. A girl crying as she collapsed down stairs. Eren Jaeger standing shirtless on a shaky table screaming “capitalism is a prison!” while people chanted with him like they were protesting. Mikasa sat on the armrest of a torn-up couch near Eren like a queen overseeing chaos, black lipstick untouched despite the humid heat.
"Heyyyy, Y/N. Where my hug at?" Jean walked up with a bottle of smirnoff in his hand and gave you a half-hug, a small smile and a pencil tucked behind his ear. "What's good? Thought ya wouldn't show." He half-shouted, loud enough for you to hear over the loud music.
"AYE GIRL, Y'ACTUALLY CAME!" Then came Connie, loud as ever, with his hand held up. You thought he was gonna offer you a handshake but he dapped you up instead, catching you off guard. He pulled away, stumbling a bit from the tipsiness and accidentally spilling Gin on your arm. "Oops, my bad gang. But y'still look like a dignified lady. So it's aight, right? Sorry girl." He laughed before getting distracted once again, screaming at someone who accidentally broke his mom's vase in español.
Sasha introduced you to some people who at first felt intimidated by your appearance, but they quickly vibed with you a couple minutes in the conversation. They let you taste drinks that burned your throat and made you a little tipsy— thank god you weren't a lightweight. Or else you would've blacked out somewhere.
You made friends with a blonde girl, Historia Reiss who you actually had lot in common with. She used to go to a private conservatoire not far from your old academy. Said her daddy transfered her here cause she needed to learn manners and be rid of the attitude. Typical rich and pretty mean girl. But it kind of did after she met Ymir who was quick to put her in her place.
And then there was Armin.
He was awkwardly tucked near the hallway, clearly trying to disappear into the drywall. A green shirt over a black hoodie. Converse. Hair a little messy like he’d run a hand through it too many times. Glasses slipping down his nose. A book in one hand— a book. At this party.
Sasha nudged your side, glanced over at him, and grinned. “That's Armin Arlert. Certified genius. Terrible at parties. He's in our friend group. We love him.”
You mused with a raised brow. "He brought a…. book?" A literal textbook. Physics. Dog-eared and post-it’d. "In this hell hole?"
“Always does. Says it makes him feel like he has an exit strategy. Can't talk to pretty girls, or else he'll self destruct. So go easy on the boy, 'kay?" She joked and you nodded with a chuckle.
You watched as Eren, who was still sweaty and shirtless slung an arm around Armin’s neck and pulled him into a headlock-laced hug. Armin half-smiled, the kind of bashful, helpless smile that tugged at something low in your stomach.
But you were used to posh. To sleek and polished. Armin looked like he hadn’t realized he was handsome. That was rare. That was dangerous.
A little while later, after drinks with Historia and her girlfriend Ymir, offered by Connie (a suspiciously sweet one made by him called "brain syrup") and after dancing with, well… Biology Professor Hange to some cursed remix— Sasha shouted from across the room over the music, already pulling a glass bottle out of her bag like she’d brought it specifically for this.
“GAME TIME LOSERS!”
It was inevitable. A Connie Party always descended into chaos games by hour three.
Jean raised a brow. “That ain't even even empty, Sash. That’s a half-full bottle of peach schnapps.”
Sasha shrugged. “And I give a fuck? Adds flavor.”
“We’re too old for this,” Mikasa said flatly, standing beside Eren, holding his discarded shirt with a deadpan expression.
Connie threw an arm around her. “Mikasa, come on girl! Damn, live a little.”
“I am. I’m here. That’s enough.” She rolled her eyes but didn't push Connie off.
Armin stood awkwardly by the door, trying to get away without anyone noticing but Sasha spotted him, grabbing his wrist like he was the final Jenga block. “Perfect. Now it’s a real party.”
“I— I was just—” he shook his head, but it was too late.
The circle formed quickly. Everyone piled into the living room— cross-legged on the carpet, perched on the arm of the couch, tipsy and flushed with alcohol and heat. You got pulled into the circle by Jean, who offered a lopsided smile and whispered, “You’re the only one here with standards. And morals. And dignity. Lowkey wanna see you do something reckless. This’ll be fun.”
You sat between Sasha and Armin. He flinched slightly when you brushed his knee, glancing at you shyly.
Sasha gestured playfully, reaching her arm out to poke his cheek. “Y/N, meet Armin. He’s allergic to eye contact and social interaction.”
Armin turned bright red. “I’m not allergic—”
He was cut off by Connie who stood in the middle and snatched the bottle from Sasha like a sacred relic. "Spin the fuckin' bottle, babyyy."
Jean groaned. “Why are we in college playing this middle school game?”
“You just mad no one’s ever spun you on purpose,” Connie shot back.
Jean flipped him off. Connie licked the bottle. For dominance.
"Hi," You offered a polite smile, holding your hand out for a handshake. And he actually did. He gave you a handshake. No dap ups or high-fives. His palm was sweaty though.
“Hi,” he murmured as he let go of your hand, pushing his glasses up. “You, uh- you look… fancy.”
You laughed heartily. “I'm realizing that.”
“It’s kind of awesome, though,” he said, voice almost drowned by the music. “You look like you wandered in from a better world.” You noticed the glint of silver when he nervously licked his lips. A tongue piercing?
Huh.
He didn't look like the type to have one.
As soon as everyone was seated, the game started. Connie spun first. It landed on Jean.
Everyone exploded into unhinged laughter. “Bro,” Jean started wih his hands up in surrender, backing away. “We’ve seen each other’s dicks. We’re past this.”
“Exactly bro,” Connie said, taking a step forward msicheviously. “Full tongue. Come on!”
They kissed. Loudly. Sasha screamed like she was watching a car crash in real-time.
Then Jean spun and the bottle pointed to a freshman who looked ready to pass out. Jean's face lost all color. “Oh hell nawwww. I ain't catching a charge tonight. Re-spin.”
The dares started somewhere around Spin #6.
Ymir dared Connie to shotgun a beer while twerking. He did it. Badly. The carpet was soaked.
Mikasa spun. It landed on Sasha. She rolled her eyes, leaned over, and kissed her. The brunette giggled as she pulled away.
“That’s not fair,” Jean complained, arms across his chest. “Do it again, but gay for me.”
“Shut up Jean.” Mikasa deadpanned, taking her seat next to Eren.
It was your turn to spin, and it landed on the brunette beside you. You dared Sasha to drink whatever was in the mystery thermos on the counter. She took a sip, paused, and said, “What the fuck? That’s straight Everclear and nail polish remover. I’m seeing sounds.”
Ymir spun the bottle precisely and it landed on Historia, much to their advantage. She dragged the giggly blonde to the bathroom, locked the door, and never came back out.
Then it was Armin’s turn. He looked physically ill. “Guys, I really don’t think—”
“Spin it!” Connie chanted. Everyone joined in.
Armin sighed like he was being sentenced to death, and spun. The bottle twirled dramatically, like it knew the stakes.
It landed on… Jean. Everyone exploded. Jean stood, arms wide. “Bring it in, babe.”
Armin nearly fell backward. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!”
Someone yelled, "Who's this babe you're with, Yeager?" As an inside joke when Jean first met Armin through Eren and thought he was a girl.
You laughed into your cup, watching Jean grab the blonde boy's arm for a kiss, puckering up as Armin flailed around and screamed. Poor boy looked like he wanted to pass out.
But he kissed him. Fast. Lips only. Barely there. Eventually, the bottle made another round. And another.
People kissed. Someone tried to crawl away and were tackled back by Connie and Sasha. Mikasa threatened physically harm to anyone who tried to aim for her. (Anyone who wasn't Eren, ofcourse.)
You were wiping tears from your eyes when it was finally your turn. You spun. The room went still.
The bottle spun with purpose. And landed.
On Armin.
Everyone paused. Then— pandemonium.
Sasha leapt to her feet, making eye contact with Connie from across the circle. “IT’S TIME Y'ALL.”
Armin blinked rapidly, he gulped. “Time… for what?”
Connie banged loudly on the table like a drum. “SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVENNNN, BABYYY!”
Armin nearly died on the spot. “What?! Wait what does that entail, exactly—”
Jean snickered, wiggling his brows. “It entails you getting locked in a closet and possibly defiling each other.”
“Possibly?” Sasha barked, her hand already curled around his shirt by the nape. “I demand action.”
You glanced at Armin, all flushed and wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights.
What could possibly go wrong anyway? We didn't have to do anything in the closet without them knowing. So you stood up with a small smile, and the circle erupted in cheers.
"Come on, man! See? She's down." Connie stood up and crouched in front of Armin. "Unless… y'wanna take y'er chances with Jean again?"
Armin practically scrambled to his feet. “Closet. Definitely the closet.”
Some guy yelled, “Use protection guys!”
Eren added, “Or don’t, live a little.”
The cheers grew louder over the music as he stood up with his face in his hands, hooting and wolf-whistling. Sasha and Connie ushered the both of you down the hallway, and they shoved the both of you inside the supply closet— barely big enough for two people to stand shoulder to shoulder.
The door closed behind you. Seven minutes.
Just you and Armin. And the red flush in his cheeks. And the glint of that tongue piercing as he licked his lips out of habit.
Let the heaven— and hell— begin.
♡ a/n: ts was sloppy as hell. but should i make smut? comment if i should :3
Nerd Armin who has never felt the touch of a woman gets ummmm touched 😋
Notes: I’m not obsessing over this man anymore or anything like that but i just saw this sitting in my notes app since JANUARYYY😭👎🏾 so here it is just copied and pasted. So probably my last Armin post sorry😭
Warnings: Smut/Nsfw
You and Armin have been keeping things lowkey for a while now. Basically being each others sneaky link with out the “fun” in a way?
You’ve made out with him dozens of times and he’s felt up on you a couple of times but that’s it.
Never anything more..
He was your typical nerd boy. Scrawny. Glasses. Weird interests. And you loved it all. All the quirkiness that came with Armin.
He was really awkward around you and at first you thought he was tryna be funny but then you noticed how he’s turn red around you and you soon realized the poor boy actually had a crush on you.
You thought he was cute and especially with his intelligence you found yourself interested in him too.
It was the oddest and most unexpected couple ever. The world will be shook at the two of you.
So that’s why for now you two keep things under the wraps.
Tonight, you’re spending the night with Armin watching him play games on his computer. He looked so cute with his headphones on and the concentrated look on his face.
“You so fine, Min min.” You said starring at him.
He just smiled at you and blushed. “Thanks…..”
You sat next to him with a tight tank top and some shorts. Everything hugged you nicely and showed your shape off well. So well that Armin couldn’t help but stare a few more seconds at your body before looking away quickly.
You soon got an idea…
“Min…look..” You say as you start to push a strap of your tank top of your shoulder. You started to tease him as a joke and because you loved seeing him all nervous.
“Oh! Um..oh what are you..doing..” He said gulping. He paused his game to watch what you did next.
You started to pull your tank top off and soon your f/c bra was showing. You squeezed your breasts and watched as Armin turned beet red.
Then you started to pull your shorts off to reveal your f/c panties and Armin’s eyes nearly popped out his skull.
“What are you doing y/n..?” Armin asked eyeing you up.
For weeks you’ve been wanting to do Armin. So so bad and ruin his innocence but you never thought the time was right. You decided if you ever were gonna get to do this now is the best time.
“I want you Armin.”
“Oh.”
“I’m ready to take the next step….”
“Well…if you’re ready…” Armin looks away nervously. “Let’s go to my bed though ok?”
You guys move to his bed and you lay on your back after undoing the back of your bra. Armin starts to remove his shirt but then he stops.
“Sorry, i’ve never done this before…i’m so nervous and you’re…so pretty..” Armin says pulling his shirt off after saying that.
“That’s ok just take your time.” You say smiling. Armin was so sweet and cute. You got so so lucky with him.
You notice the tent in his pants and joke, “You seem pretty excited though i know that..”
Armin looks away quickly after noticing you were staring at his hard on. “Gosh…y/n…”
“Pull my bra off, Min.”
“Oh..um..ok…”
Armin nervously pulls your bra and reveals your breasts. “Oh wow..”
“You can touch them if you want…” You say fondling your boobs but Armin just whimpers and freezes.
“Come on, don’t be shyyyyy!”
“Ok…” Armin says as he gently holds your boobs. “They’re really soft and squishy.”
“Y’like em?”
“Yeah..i really do…”
You let him play with your breasts for a bit and then you guided his hands to your hips where your underwear were.
“Pull them off baby…” You look at him through your long lashes. His face is a burning red but his eyes are filled with lust and need.
He pulls your underwear off slowly and slides them off your legs. You notice how awfully hard he is after you’re completely bare. You giggle and he looks away.
“Minnnnn…i can’t be the only one naked.” You playfully whined.
“Ok, ok..it’s just…you’re so pretty.” The blond says quietly. He starts to pull his shirt off and you see his slight abs.
He throws his shirt on the ground next to your clothes and he gets up and starts to take his pants off. After he was in everything but his underwear he goes to his nightstand and pulls out a condom.
“Why do you have that in there, Min?” You ask.
He looks at you and winks. Now it was your turn to blush.
He climbs on the bed and admires your body once more. You eyeball the tent in his underwear. He reads your mind and starts to slowly pulls his underwear down. He springs out and you gasp.
“What…” He whispered.
“You’re so…oh my..”
He was way bigger than you thought. About a good 7 inches with some girth. Would he even fit?
“It’s ok if you don’t wanna… we can like watch a movie or-“
“No, it’s ok. You’re just bigger than i thought. I trust you though..” You smile at him. There is no one else you’d wanna do this with honestly.
He smiles back and opens the condom wrapper to put it on. He gets between your legs and starts to kiss you. He moves to suck and lick your neck and that really started to get you going.
It seemed like he feed off your moans and your body moving in reaction to his touches and kisses. He moves his hands to hold your hips in place continues to mark you on your neck.
A finger of his slips down between your legs and to where your pussy was. “Oh, wow…you’re really wet. Like slick.” He says looking at his now glistening finger.
“Stop, Minnnn” You whine hiding behind your hands.
“Sorry..Are you ready now?” His eyes are now soft as he waits for your consent.
You nod and so he lines himself up with your entrance and teases a bit before slipping the head in your pink and brown folds. As he going in it really stretches you as it was your first time and it did hurt a bit so Armin stopped once he was halfway in after seeing you wince in pain. He kissed your forehead and apologized softly.
Then when it was ok he started to move again but slowly. Once he was all the way inside he would slowly pull out and when you nodded he thrusted back in. It took a few thrusts for you both to get used to it as it was new for him too and once it felt really good he had gotten a good speed going.
“Minnnnn, my God please don’t stop!” You moaned and gripped the sheets under you. For a virgin he was really good at this even though he was awkward as hell doing literally anything else.
He continued to fuck you like this for the next 5 minutes. The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping, moaning and Armin's bed squeaking. He started to groan about how he was getting close and you felt like you were getting close too. He moves a hand better your legs to rub your clit which only made you feel closer to finishing.
Then suddenly you feel your body shaking and pure euphoria. You grip Armins shoulders has his thrusts become shaky and slowed. You can tell he finished too by how he thrown his head back and slowed to a stop. He lays on top of you huffing and puffing. You guys sweat combines as his naked body lays on top of yours and he stays like this for the next few minutes.
“That was…so fucking good. Sex is amazing.” Armin says into your shoulder.
You busted out laughing but only because of how he said it. “You are so cute, Min. I love you.”
He smiles as he gets off of you and gets rid of the condom as he starts to help you clean up. You guys washed the clothes and changed the sheets and once everything was done and y’all were clean you guys cuddled up in Armins bed.
