innocent truth
{ – Your good friend Armin finds out that you have never touched yourself during a game of truth or dare and decides to do something about it… – }
❤︎ [ warnings ] : (NSFW) soft dom armin, daddy kink armin, sub reader, corruption/virginity kink kinda, slight bondage, sex toys, scent kink?, explicit language obvi, oral + fingering (reader receiving), sexual content…
[ Armin Arlert x fem reader ]
word count: idk… kinda long ngl…. ;( sowwy. :3
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“Okay never mind, I choose dare.”
Sasha laughed next to you and pinched your cheek.
“That’s not how this works.” She said mischievously and you swatted your roommate’s hand away.
You met her glare with your own and scrunched up your nose at her smile.
“It’s a weird question–” you countered.
“It’s not weird! Just yes or no!”
You fumbled for words, staring around at your circle of friends. “I can’t–”
If it was just Sasha and Mikasa, you would have been fine answering. But Connie, Armin, Eren and Jean all sat around the short table too, drinks in hand, awaiting an answer.
Connie was busy chugging down Jean’s drink and when Jean noticed, he put him into a headlock.
“You’re lucky you don’t have hair.” He rubbed his knuckles into the boy’s head while Connie laughed with a mouthful of beer, trying not to spit the liquid out.
Eren had preoccupied himself with the rings on his fingers, occasionally clearing his throat and stealing glances out the apartment window.
Then there was Armin, who sat with a cup in hand, his fingers holding it by the rim, staring silently into the liquid, his expression unreadable. You cleared your throat and took another sip of your cider, hoping the fuzziness in your head would mask your embarrassment.
“You guys ask such shitty questions. I don’t even know how to answer that!” You murmured into your cup.
“Well what do you own?” Mikasa encouraged and you pressed your lips together and looked up, pretending to recall a quantity of sex toys that didn’t exist.
“I don’t know um– one of those– you know–” you fumbled around for words and diverted your eyes to the table when the boys’ attentions fell back to you, slightly interested.
“What? A vibrator? Dildo? I bet you have a dildo.” Sasha nodded confidently at her own declaration and sat back.
You smiled and shook your head. “No. I mean– I don’t. I’ve never really gotten around to doing stuff like that I guess.” The words finally escaped you.
“What?” Sasha yelled, her hand coming down on the bag of potato chips on the table. “No way! Like never? I mean but you do–” She motioned down to her lower half and moved her fingers in a circular motion in the air.
Jean coughed loudly and Connie had patted him on the back.
You smiled into your cup. “I thought I only had to answer one question.”
You raised your eyebrows and laughed as Sasha’s eyes narrowed at you. She shoved a mouthful of potato chips into her mouth.
“Suspicious,” she said through her crunches.
You giggled and took another sip of your drink, quickly drifting your eyes over the circle. Eren had a small smile on his lips but still kept his eyes from meeting yours. Jean was guzzling down a new cup of beer, one that Armin had surrendered to him in sympathy for his loss to Connie. The blonde boy’s hands flexed as he stared down at them, seemingly deep in thought.
A soft smile played on his lips.
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