Armin can't believe that he's here again. He swore to himself that he wouldn't drop everything to rush over to your sorority house whenever you called. The only thing your encounters lead to are mixed signals and painful confusion. But, here he is... face in between your legs, hips lazily rutting against the sheets. He looks up at you, moaning softly at the feeling of your fingers tangled in your hair. You're not really paying attention to him, but he's gotten better at ignoring the tight squeezing in his chest that comes around whenever he's ignored. Armin disconnects his lips from you, a string of saliva and his hands supporting your behind being the only things connecting you two. He lips his lips before speaking hesitantly.

He already knows the answer. You'll drag him with you, abandon him for your friends or beer pong, and then take him back to your room for some casual fun. Armin can't help but swallow thickly. He places a small kiss to your inner thigh, almost as if to subconsciously convince you to not go to the party, realize his feelings, and date him already. He's tired of this, but he'll play along for now.*