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20:45. Another evening spent on your chair, crouched up in the most uncomfortable position, yet somehow the only position that kept you focused on the various tasks that still waited to be completed. You didn’t even realise how late it’d actually been, had your boyfriend, Armin, not just walked inside after going out for beers with his friends. You sat back straight the moment you heard his keys turning in the lock, and stretched.
“Y/n, I’m home!” you heard him call as he stepped inside, stumbling once. “Brought your snacks too!”. You stood up from your chair, eager to finally wrap your arms around him. “Hi, Armin!” you hugged him as you greeted him, not minding his hands that were full of grocery bags or his red, drowsy eyes. “Did you and the boys have a good time? Hope you didn’t drink too much?” you questioned. “It was great, y/n! Too bad you didn’t join us! Ymir was also with us tonight, she asked about you. Said you owe her pancakes or something?” He hugged you back as best as he could, careful not to hurt you with any of the bags, avoiding to respond to the drinking question. “Let me put these away real quick and then we can cuddle properly, yes?” “I’ll help!” you were quick to respond. “Can’t let my man carry all the load, can I?” You both chuckled and Armin nodded. “Go, go, go!” Armin almost yelled in a cute way.
You were almost done putting everything away, Armin sharing about his day at work and his evening out or how he almost didn’t make it to the cashier’s on the way home because the store was about to close, hiccuping occasionally as he spoke. Not to mention he was extremely cute in his tipsy state. As he moved from the cupboard to where you kept the recycling bin, you heard him huff. “Hell no, y/n!” he turned back at you with the most disapproving look on his face. Your mind was racing with what might’ve been wrong as you moved closer to him, placing a soft hand on the side of his arm, grabbing it slightly. “What’s wrong, Armin? What did I do wrong?”. He took a step further from you, crossing his arms over his chest, sighing. “Are you for real? We discussed you overworking yourself, you said you’d cut down on *hic* it!” he explained, raising an eyebrow and the tone of his voice. You knew he wasn’t really scolding you, just taking care of you. You found yourself staring at the tiled floor, knowing you’d made him worry about you once again. “I know, Armin. I can’t escape you even when you’re half drunk... I’m sorry but you know how these things are… They really can’t wait… How did you even know?” you questioned, yet Armin only chuckled. “You really need to get some rest, y/n. I don’t need to be an investigator to know you’ve been working late, your laptop’s screen is still on and I can tell by the layout that the tab is hm… The business manager?” he said, tapping a finger on his chin, acting as if he’d put too much thought into this. Sighing, you put your hands up, admitting your defeat. “Guilty as charged, private Arlert” you walked closer to him, arms still in the air, before landing on his shoulders. “I really want this charity event to go well. So many people have worked their butts off for this and it’s due in a few days. Please forgive me by cuddling with me on the couch, while I type some final emails?” He raised his eyebrow at you, again. “How many emails, y/n?” he asked. “Only three of four. I’ll schedule them for tomorrow morning and then I promise to lock the laptop in the washing room. Deal?” you extended your hand for a handshake. Armin was a sucker for formalities, especially when he’d had an extra drink. “Deal” and shook your hand.
Cuddled up on the couch, Armin stayed true to his promise to let you type some final emails. Soon, you found yourself getting more and more tired, the warmth from Armin’s body and the blanket setting the perfect temperature for bed time. “Y/n, I can’t really stay up much longer… The effect of four beers in a row… Are you almost done?” he questioned as he fastened his arms around your body, resting his head on top of your shoulder. “It’s the final email, I promise Armin. Also, four beers? What was the occasion?” “None in particular… Just felt like it. Jean kept talking about him and Pieck and that got me thinking about you and me and I don’t know… I thought “one more beer” about a thousand times”. He nuzzled up against your shoulder, his right hand trailing off between your thighs. You almost jumped at the sudden touch, looking back at a lid eyed Armin. “Armin! You promised to let me finish this!” “You also promised not too take long!” he said, pulling his hand away from your private parts. He huffed and huffed, yet you paid him no attention. You were only a few minutes away from finally shutting down for the night, when you felt Armin’s warm hands reach beneath your t-shirt and moving upwards to cup both of your breasts. “Armin, I-” but he shushed you in an instant. “Hush, y/n, please don’t say no? I won’t do anything too much, I just… Need to touch you… The girls feel like they’re needing a massage too”. He said, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.
You sighed, but gave in. “The girls?” you chuckled. Something about his sleepy, raspy voice as he said those words was doing the trick for you. Armin proceeded to cupping your breasts, giving them soft squeezes, massaging them, rubbing them in tiny circles around themselves. “You’re too good to me, y/n” he said in a low tone, his hot breath brushing the nape of your neck as he pressed one more kiss on your silky skin. “You’re driving me out of my head, Armin, just… Let me finish this real quick” you kept typing away before finally hitting the scheduling options, setting your email to go off early in the morning and relaxing into Armin’s embrace. “I can help you finish later too, if you want” he whispered, nose brushing against your skin, his slender fingers now slightly pinching your nipples, making you squirm. “Don’t you need to get up early tomorrow, Armin? What about that meeting you told me about the other day?” You questioned, his hands still firmly on you, not letting your boobs catch a breath. “I’ll manage” he stated, pinching your nipples once more before fully letting his body rest against yours. You savoured every moment of Armin’s massage, his soft movements taking off the pressure of your busy day, until it slowly… Stopped. You turned your neck as far back as you could, attempting to take a look at your boyfriend, who had, apparently fallen asleep on your shoulder, hands still cupping your breasts. “I’ll help you finish later” you said in a high pitched voice, mocking his previous enthusiasm. “Come on baby, time for bed!” you said softly as Armin stirred from behind you.