• 3:42AM

That’s the number Armin read on his PC screen, he let out a small sigh. You couldn’t tell whether he was disappointed or relieved, after all— it was late. It would make sense if he was disappointed but well, it was his fault that you were both in this situation in the first place.

It all started with you sitting on his lap whilst he played Call Of Duty like his life depended on it, letting out a huff against the shell of your ear every time he lost. Then you— You began teasing him.

(Or at least that’s the conclusion Armin came to.)

Your hips shifted every so often, making Armin shiver and let out a whine no matter how hard he tried to fight against letting it out. *