STUDIOUS - A. ARLERT
Summary: Armin Arlert- your trusted tutor and close friend. When you go to his dorm for another tutoring session, you find out he’s done a little too much studying of the female anatomy.
Content: nerd!armin, smut, virgin!armin, p in v penetration, no use of condom, not proofread
“Hey. You did really well today.” Armin whispered, hand gently rubbing your shoulder.
Face wet with tears, you muster a smile and turn your head to look at him. God, this was embarrassing. Absolutely losing your shit over math? In front of your cute tutor?
“Don’t feel embarrassed.” Armin adds, like he was reading your mind. “Everyone has their academic struggles. Math can be hard, I get it.”
Liar.
There was no way Armin had ever struggled with math as much as you have. After all, he’s tutoring you in it.
“Yeah. Thanks, Armin.” You wipe your face with the back of your hand, closing your laptop and book, packing them away in your bag.
It wasn’t his fault, but Armin felt horrible. As your tutor and friend, he was willing to do whatever possible to make sure you understand the concepts.
Armin stands up with you, catching your hand before you leave. “Hold on.”
You stop, turning to back to Armin. “Hm?”
“Listen, why don’t you, um… come to my dorm tomorrow? Eren is going to be out with Mikasa all night, so we’ll have privacy for more tutoring.”
After taking a moment to consider Armin’s offer, you nod. “Fine with me. I have some other work I need to finish, though. Is seven okay?”
Armin nods, letting go of your hand so you could get on your way. “Yeah, that’s alright!”
You smile at him again, giving Armin a small wave before leaving the library. He returned the gesture before sitting back down, already thinking about tomorrow night.
You had been over to Armin’s dorm before, so there was nothing different about it this time around.
Armin didn’t remember feeling this jittery about it, though.
“Sasha,” you look over at your best friend, who is sprawled on her bed, lazily typing something. “Can we move our boardwalk night to the one after tomorrow?”
Sasha looks over at you, brow raised. “Depends on why we have to.”
“It’s because I’m going to Armin’s dorm tomorrow night for more tutoring.” This catches Sasha’s attention - she’s sitting up now.
“Oooh, a date? It’s about time.” She giggles. A look of confusion flashed across your face. You walk over to your bed, unpacking your backpack.
“What do you mean by that?” Sasha gets up, going over to you and grabbing your shoulders from behind.
“I mean,” she starts, smirk getting wider. “I see how you two interact, and I see this trope playing out. Starts as your cute, smart tutor, you guys become friends…”
Rolling your eyes, you turn to face her. “Whatever you’re thinking will not happen. I can think someone is on the better-looking side without liking them.”
Sasha shrugs, returning to her bed. “Think what you want.”
You scoff, climbing up into your own bed for a quick power nap; but Sasha’s words lingered in the back of your mind as you drifted off.
“So, how much time will you need for tutoring and fucking?” Eren teases. Armin turns to face him, looking almost horrified.
“Eren! T-that’s not what’s going to happen! She just needs more tutoring, that’s all!”
Eren chuckles, tossing his head back. “I think I know what you’re tutoring her in.” Armin’s face is bright red now, and he’s looking down at the floor.
“Seriously, though. Mikasa and I leave at 6:30, and as much as I love her, her social battery can drain pretty quickly depending on the day. So, how long will you two need?”
Armin looks up, taking a second to think. “Uh… until 9:30?” It sounds more like a question than an answer.
“I’ll stay out of your way until 10.” Eren gives Armin a small punch on the shoulder.
“Quick lesson time, Armin. Always be respectful, give her whatever she needs, and immediately back off and ask if she’s okay if she looks uncomfortable.”
“I’d do all that in the first place.” Armin mutters, slowly starting to get annoyed.
“Oh, one more thing.” Eren reached into his desk for something, grinning. “Take this.”
He grabs Armin’s hand, pushing something small into it. One glance and Armin knows it’s a condom.
“What the hell, Eren.” He’s back to blushing now, but he doesn’t give the condom back.
“Hopefully it fits. Always use one of those, though. Lifesavers.”
“Do me a favor and don’t delve into your sex life with Mikasa for me.”
Eren looks offended, as if Armin were losing a once-in-a-lifetime lesson by not letting him talk anymore. Armin shoves the condom into his backpack, muttering something about ‘keeping Eren’s words in mind’.
Armin’s nerves are shooting through the roof all of the next day, only worsening when it hit two minutes past seven and you hadn’t knocked on his door yet.
He fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt, replaying Eren’s words from the evening before. The condom he was gifted still sat in his backpack, which was neatly tucked next to his desk.
Then you knocked.
Armin hurried over to the door, calming down when he was met with the sight of your smiling, kind face.
“Hey, Armin. Thanks for this, you really didn’t have to.”
Stepping into his dorm, you take off your shoes, looking around. Armin’s side was evident - anime and video game posters covered the wall.
“Don’t worry about it. You can come to me any time.” Armin ushered around, pulling the chair from Eren’s desk and sitting it next to his own. “Have a seat. Do you have your book?”
You nod, sitting down and flipping open to the page you were studying yesterday.
Armin's steady finger slowly moved across the textbook, pointing out key words and example equations. Your eyes were hardly ever on the pages; instead, they were focused on Armin's face.
His glasses drooping down to the tip of his nose, his blonde hair falling perfectly around his face, pink lips gently uttering words that didn't even process in your mind.
Armin paused, looking over at your transfixed expression.
"Are you alright?"
You blink, sitting up straighter in a flash. "Oh, yeah. Hey, Armin, why don't we, uh... pause?"
Armin raises an eyebrow, eyes curious. "Pause? We just started."
Instead of answering, you think back to yesterday's encounter with Sasha. Perhaps you could turn this into a date; even you couldn't deny the attraction and respect you held for Armin.
That's why your lips were on his before you had a second to think.
Armin's body froze up--were you seriously doing this?
Closing his eyes, Armin leaned forwards, pressing his lips deeper into your own, the flavor of your sweet chapstick making its way to his tastebuds.
You pull away just as your tongues fully intertwine, noticing the way Armin's face immediately dropped.
"Can we go to your bed? This chair is hurting my back."
You didn't have to tell him twice. Armin pulled you up, dragging you both on top of his mattress.
In the midst of sloppy kisses, clothes are ripped off and tossed onto the floor without a single care. Armin’s hands roam up your bare back, holding you steady to keep kissing him, your hard nipples pressing against his chest only feeding his growing erection.
Pulling away for breath, you look down at his bright, blushing face. “Are you a virgin, Armin?”
His face grows hotter, and he nods, clearly embarrassed.
“Don’t be ashamed.” You giggle, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from his eye. “I still would be too if it wasn’t for a stupid decision I made a few years ago.”
Sitting up, you tug at the waistband of his boxers. “What do you say we take these off?”
Armin’s expression is a mixture of arousal, shock, and nervousness. He nods again, but stops before you can take them off.
“W-wait! I have to get something.” He mumbles, getting out of bed to go over to his backpack, grabbing the condom Eren had given him. You let out an amused laugh, recognizing the metallic wrapper.
“You came prepared, huh? You knew this would happen?”
Armin waves his hands in front of him, condom clutched between this thumb and palm. “No, I swear! This was Eren’s stupid idea, he gave it to me…”
“I see.” You notice Armin tentatively pulling down his boxers, hands shaky.
His cock sprang free, pretty and leaky; you almost drooled at the sight of his pink tip covered in precum.
Stretching your legs straight, you slide your own panties off, pussy half-visible to Armin, and you swear you see his cock grow. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”
Armin shuffles back onto the bed, ripping the condom open, silently praying that it would fit, that he and Eren were close in size.
“I’m on the pill.” You blurt out. It was the truth, but you were also dying to feel Armin raw inside of you.
Armin pauses. “But shouldn’t we still…?” All it takes is for him to see you shake your head no for him to drop the condom to the ground.
He pulls you under him, somewhat confident for a virgin.
Armin’s trembling hands reach for your thighs, spreading them open for him to take a look. It seemed pretty similar to the female sexual diagrams he has studied before you came over, except your pussy looked ten times better.
He’s salivating at the view in front of him, now nothing but desperate to get balls deep into your pussy.
“Do you know where to go?” You let Armin lift your legs up higher.
He nods. “I’ve done my studying.” Even though he was quite shy about admitting the research he had done, Armin sure wasn’t ashamed.
“Really?” You wouldn’t be surprised if Armin was telling the truth. The way he slung your legs over his shoulders to correctly position himself was big enough of a hint.
With a shaky breath, Armin positioned himself at your entrance, wet tip prodding your hole. As long as he didn’t cum quick, everything would be okay; but that was much easier said than done.
He almost loses it the second you took him in past his tip, your pretty pussy squeezing him just right. Armin’s hips stuttered at the new sensations, his body practically screaming that he was a virgin.
“Take your time.” You whisper, a small whimper falling from your lips when he continues to push forwards.
Armin settles once he’s all the way inside your walls, long dick filling up every bit of space you had. His hips roll in small, calculated movements, testing the waters to see how long he could hold out.
It’s been a long time since then.
Sweat drips from Armin’s forehead onto your skin, your cunt stuffed full of his loads.
Armin didn’t know how to use his dick, not until the raw, animalistic instincts of sex kicked in.
Now he was pounding relentlessly into your sore pussy, pretty moans and whimpers mixed in with the lewd sounds of sex.
“Ah, A-Armin!” You cry out, eyes shut tight, back arching up off the mattress. His glasses were long strewn aside, but his blurry vision was still carefully fixated on your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust.
Armin pulls out and shoved his cock back in, tip hitting right up against your sweet spot, drawing you closer to release.
You’ve lost count of how many times you and Armin had both came. Four? Five? It didn’t matter. He was fucking you so good, you were seeing stars.
“I’m gonna c-cum!” Armin moans out, hips moving at a sloppy, fast pace, slapping against your own.
Cum squirted out of the sides of your hole each time Armin thrusted back in, the slick mess coating his dick making it harder to keep steady.
Reaching down, you massage your clit, sending you over the edge once again.
Clamping down hard on his cock, you cum hard, more of your sticky liquid coating his dick, a frothy ring of white forming around his base.
“Oh my god!” Armin gives one final, hard thrust into your pussy, shooting another fat load of cum into your hole. He pulls out, finally spent from all the fucking.
Armin lowers your legs, keeping them spread so he could take two thumbs and open the folds of your pussy, watching stupid amounts of cum drip out on onto the blankets.
He runs a thumb up your sensitive slit, listening to your whimpers as he does.
Licking his thumb clean, Armin takes a second to savor your sweet taste. “You taste delicious.”
“T-thank you.” You hand Armin his glasses.
This is the first time he’s seeing you clearly—your chest rapidly rising and falling, the cum seeping from your folds, the rosy tint on your cheeks. The sight is ethereal.
Armin collapses next to you, completely and utterly fucked out from your elongated session of intimacy, his body still shaking. Slowly, you turn your head to him, ready to ask the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind.
“Armin, are you sure you were a virgin?”
