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【 𝓪𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 doesn’t just willingly do it—he practically begs for it. he needs to do a good job for you, needs you to have tears streaming down your cheeks by the end of it. if your thighs aren’t shaking by the end, oops! gotta try again.
“tastes s’good,” he mumbles in between sloppy kisses to your cunt. you’re not sure how many orgasms he’s pulled out of you, but it’s still not enough for him. his tongue flicks against your clit, fingers curling just right, hitting that sweet spot.
when you tighten around his digits, he hums, clearly pleased.
as you cum for the nth time that night, armin’s mouth doesn’t stop moving, trying to get as much out of you as possible.
“sorry, baby,” he finally backs away (only because you pushed him) and smile, all while your juices drip down his chin. “you just tasted so sweet, couldn’t help myself.”
and just as you thought you could finally catch a break from his heavenly torment, you feel your thighs spreading. looking down, armin is right back there, already innocently blinking up at you.
“just one more, ‘kay? then i promise i’ll stop.”
safe to say that your boyfriend is a liar, because he makes you give three more. 】
【 if you think armin’s the biggest munch, think twice. 𝓳𝐞𝐚𝐧 would want nothing more in life than to stay smothered by your pussy. forever. no, seriously—he loves the taste of you so much, it’s practically an addiction. if he’s had a stressful day, best believe he’s calling you on the way home.
“wear the red with the pretty lace. i’ll be home in ten.”
that’s the only form of preparation you receive, but you’re so used to it by now, you basically have the routine down. you do as he asks, putting on the brand new sheer panties he has yet to ruin, and wait.
it doesn’t take long for him to swing open the door, and basically run to situate himself between your legs.
and once he gives that small kiss to your clit, you know it’s over. the second he gets close enough to just smell your arousal, he’s already diving in. you wouldn’t be able to stop him even if you wanted to, because he just gets so into it.
he’ll start muttering praises, too focused on making you cum to notice the words flying from his mouth. but that’s what spurs you over the edge, your cries of pleasure echoing in his head as he sees your legs shake harder.
his immediate thought is automatically about you.
“are you okay, sweetheart?” he’ll ask as soon as you let out a sigh, your body going limp.
also the king of aftercare, so as soon as he thinks you’re satisfied (whether that’s after one orgasm or six), he brings you directly to the bath, whispering sweet nothings as he massages your scalp.
“you did so well, love,” he says, muffled by your hair as he holds you.
“i love you.” 】
𝓭𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 notes !
swallowed the #munch pill and these two are the first that came to mind
jean is such a gentleman it makes my heart ache
this is kinda short but i’ll make up for it… interpret that however you’d like :3
౨ৎ how to cum: 101! (an unnecessary course) w/ 𝓪𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝓪𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 (mdni!)
【 armin arlert is an absolute loser. everyone knows that. his friends know it, you know it—hell, even he knows it. he always has his back hunched over some book on marine biology. he avoids eye contact like the plague. he’s just… there.
you, on the other hand, are a fucking goddess. everyone on campus knows of your existence, of your flawless beauty, of your consistently breathtaking appearance.
armin isn’t stupid (he’s actually quite far from reaching idiocy, by the way). he knows that you’re about forty leagues away. he knows that you’re the most sought after person in this university. he understands that, but awareness doesn’t automatically equal enlightenment.
and so, with a little bit of courage, he starts to make himself known to you.
it’s simple at first, a small smile when you enter the few classes you two share. then he moves onto tiny waves once you start acknowledging him. barely noticeable, but you notice. it stayed like that for about a week. simple, small, easy, not-very-intimidating gestures. and you played along. you would return the smiles, wave back, whatever.
until you decided to approach him. it was at the end of some unimportant (even though it’s probably incredibly relevant) class. you didn’t bother listening to a single word your professor spoke. you had your eyes set on him.
having already made a plan in your head, you walked over, hips swaying just enough to seem like you weren’t actively trying to seduce him.
“hi! you’re armin, right?” you asked, voice dripping with honey. when he looked up, you could tell exactly when his breath hitched. your smile grew, already feeling the warmth of success in your veins. “i was just wondering if i could get your number?”
the second you said wondering, he was already preparing for either a humiliation ritual or heaven. but once you said number, as in phone number, as in you wanted to talk to him? his eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as he processed your words. you, yes you, wanted to…
“i… uhm, yeah, i can type it in or something…” armin mentally cursed himself for sounding so unenthusiastic—and more than that, nervous—but when you seemed to grow even happier, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief. as you fished your phone out of your purse, he kept wondering when you noticed him.
“i’ve seen you in the library. you’re always wandering over to the philosophy section. you really like those greek guys, huh?” you giggled, seeing the tips of his ears turn pink. did he really just say that out loud? you didn’t let the embarrassment get to him, holding out your phone for him to take.
the rest of that encounter was a blur, all he can remember is your shining lip gloss and strawberry scent. he vaguely recalls you calling out something about texting him later. but none of that really matters. all that matters is the fact that he actually did it.
he got you, the most stunning woman he’d ever seen, to notice him. and more than that, he didn’t even have to try that hard. it was almost like you were the one plotting on him!
when you said later, armin automatically assumed you meant whenever you remembered him. he still saw himself as an afterthought, even though your kind voice still echoed in his memory. but apparently, later actually meant 4 p.m.
[name]: hiiii armin!!
you: hi [name]! it’s good to hear from you :)
[name]: omg yay i wasn’t expecting you to text back so fast :O
[name]: alsooo do you think you can help me w something sometime this week? i just can’t figure it out on my own and i figured i should ask the smartest person i know
you: oh yeah, of course! whenever you have time, i’ll probably be available!
at the time, armin was entirely oblivious to whatever the something was. he assumed it would be a math assignment, or maybe something to do with the poetry class he knew you were in from jean.
out of all things it possibly could’ve been, he expected virtually everything besides this.
“you… what?” armin swallowed the lump in his throat. he was sitting cross legged on your bed, watching you with a nervous gaze.
“yeah!” you replied, all too cheerfully. “i just figured since you’re so smart, you could help me! plus, aren’t you pretty good at anatomy?”
the words coming out of your mouth weren’t inherently sinister. but your tone, paired with your earlier statement, made the situation so sultry. “you don’t have to, though. i can probably find something online, or maybe i could ask jean—”
“i’ll do it!” he blurted out. he could feel his face flush red with your eyes locked on him, even though he was staring at your hello kitty blanket under him. “i’ll try my best to… help you cum.”
that’s how armin ended up under you as you bounced on his cock. there were little opportunities to doubt himself as you essentially pounced on him. you could tell he wouldn’t be small, but you definitely didn’t expect him to be packing.
“holy shit,” you had gasped. “you’re fucking huge.”
if he was starting to feel confident before, he felt more sure than ever now. he watched your tits bounce, directly in front of his face, yet he was still scared to touch. immediately after he started thinking about reaching out, as if you could read his mind, you grabbed one of his hands off your waist and placed it to cup your boob. he whimpered at the warmth of your chest, glasses fogging up.
“f-feels s’good,” armin whined. he was starting to gain confidence in his actions, leaning up slightly to wrap his lips around your nipple.
you moaned, borderline pornographically, at the sudden wetness of his mouth against your skin. he took that as encouragement, sucking and drooling all over you. you barely noticed it when your hips started to stutter, but armin did.
“are you close?” he asked, whimpers starting to catch in his throat. when you nodded, he whispered something you almost didn’t catch.
“am i being a good boy?”
he didn’t think you possibly could’ve heard it (especially not over how vocal the both of you were being), but your response almost made him cum by itself. “yes! fuuuck, being such a good boy for me!”
his whimpers increased tenfold. when your hips rolled too good, he moaned, particularly loud and desperate.
“‘m so close! please, i need to cum!”
“not yet—ah!—wait,” it was almost impossible to understand you but he got the message.
armin was trying. he really was. but his patience was growing thinner by the second. without thinking, he thrusted up. he needed to make you cum—needed to make you feel as good as you made him feel. it seemed to be working, as your mindless babbling became more incomprehensible.
“g-gonna cum,” you warned, but all he heard was permission to finally let go. both of your orgasms came crashing down, white hot pleasure blurring your vision as you collapsed onto armin’s chest.
you were still worked up, but hearing his heartbeat helped to cool you down. you heard a small laugh bubbling up, looking up.
“you didn’t need my help to cum, huh?”
“nope. i just really, really, wanted to fuck you.” 】
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DEBUT POSTTT yay ^_^ (there’s so much more to come btw) (already working on art major jean shenanigans…) (nerdmin will be elaborated on!!!)
my first time posting on tumblr and i’m acting like it’s my first day of kindergartenHaha
trying my very best to not continue rereading this bc i hate it more and more every time </33
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