It didn’t take much. You slept with him once, and Armin knew he would’ve been fucked. He knows he’s not the “hit it and quit it” type of guy. Hell, this is college but Armin sees and saw you more than a “fling”. He knows it’s gonna bite him in the ass, but he keeps coming back to man handled you just one more time he thinks. But that’s a lie.

After another long and passionate night with Armin, you awake to him staring at your sleeping form your bonnet on and his fingers playing with your strap gently as to not wake you. “I’m the only guy you’re with right?” He spoke hastily his eyes boring into your sleepy figure. “I mean, the way you’re with me, and the way you move with me and on me I hope to not ever see you with another guy.” He spoke honestly and possessively his mind darting back to the angles he had you in just last night.