#armin alert

[leviismybby]

[ripmarc]

WE BE KEEPING IT LOW, BUT WE KEEP IT REAL -

LOWKEY!

inspired by this sexy ass song

sypnosis. fwb!aot x fem!reader ,, college au pairings. nerd!armin, frat!eren, jock!reiner cw. filthy smut, unprotected sex

authors note. new to tumblr, pls be nice. i’m australian so forgive me if i don’t get the whole college au thing right. reader may or may not be a bird... not proofread!!

NERD!ARMIN

innocent, frigid, sweet armin.

all of these were true, until of course that fateful day he became your tutor. a walking stereotype for geeks turned hot?

it isn’t merely egotistical to say that you were out of his league status wise, it’s the truth. yet you were the first to make a move, almost instantly working your charm on him just to shut him up. however, once you got his dick, you just couldn’t give it up!

since the change of scenery, tutoring sessions became makeout sessions, and an hour a week turned to two hours a day. it was almost exhausting trying to keep up with armin’s newfound libido. but of course, you always found a way to make time for him, slipping through the exit of a party way earlier than usual, sneaking him in while your roommate was still out, muffling his whimpers with your bare palm to avoid neighbouring suspicion.

you hate to admit it, but you’ve grown to like armin. so when he calls you, all mushy voiced and sniffling between his words, you can’t help but end up at the front of his dorm. knock, knock. the door pulls open gently, a familiar face welcoming you. tears bridging the waterlines of his big eyes, blonde locks untamed, glasses almost sideways. you take in his desperate look before pushing yourself in, grabbing his face in a soft kiss.

“it’s okay, let me take care of you,” he doesn’t protest, he never does. instead, he simply allows you to lead him to his bed. you straddle him before wiping his tears away, replacing the liquid with kisses before making your way down his neck. “you always treat me so good,” he mutters meekly as his hands make their way to the slim of your waist. you chuckle at the desperation in his voice and touch. “want you so bad,” he whimpers beneath you. that simple wish flicks a switch in you.

soon enough, he’s spread beneath you, dick deep in your gushy walls as your hips snap against him mercilessly. “fuck- too much baby, slow down!” he attempts to grab your hips to a halt, only for you to retaliate by pinning his wrists against the head board, using him to stabilise your ruthless movements. “thought you wanted me so bad?” you tease. all he can do is yelp in return, tears coming back to haunt him as you take any pent up frustration out on his cock.

crazed with need, you stare into his eyes, waiting for him to do the same, but he’s too caught up in the overstimulating pleasure of your tight walls to realise anything. your free hand lands a soft blow to his cheek “look at me,” you whimper, noticing the overwhelming feeling has started to get to you as well. “looking at you- tsss fuckkk- you look so perfect,” his kind words conflict the nasty image on his bed. “need ta’ cum armin,” the words escape your pretty lips. “let me help,” he responds before breaking free of your grip, hands automatically grabbing the softness of your hips, almost enough to bruise.

he thrusts into you, once, then twice, then he doesn’t stop. as if under a spell, the whimpering mess beneath you becomes a determined pussy monster. the sounds escaping from both your lips are just utterly dirty, between your pretty moans and the squelching of your pussy, he doesn’t know which one is driving him crazier. “fuckfuck- so close armin,” you betray your controlling facade, giving your body to him as he thrusts beneath you. “i know baby, so good for me,” he groans breathlessly. and that’s all you needed. your walls clench around him, your vision blinded by white as your mouth calls for him one last time. you fall on top of him, your weight becoming his burden. yet he still refuses to stop his brutal pace, his hands grabbing onto the fat of your ass to give him a better angle as he chases his own release. “nghhh- inside armin!” you whimper, self respect slipping as you allow him to abuse your pussy. “are you sure?” he tries his best to check, but before you can respond he’s already balls deep releasing himself into you. his moans are so pretty, he gasps in your ear as you feel the liquid build up inside of you.

after cleaning yourself up, armin tries to get you to stay the night, you make up the same shitty excuse. as if he doesn’t know you’ve never studied without him there to force you. your hand grips the handle as you prepare to leave. “same time tomorrow?” the innocent voice calls out, replacing the relentless fuck you had just shared. “you know it!” you smile gently before leaving his room empty, leaving him only with the company of himself.

FRATBOY!EREN

through rumours you had learnt about the infamous eren yaegar, unbeknownst that you to would eventually fall into his web of “hit and dip”.

naive you were, your first year spent on an agreement with eren. fuck-buddies, that’s it, no strings. and yet you had taken him into your next year, eventually landing first place in his list of girls. you always answered. so why would he need anyone else? that’s what he tells himself, trying his best to convince his mind that he’s not the one getting attached. trying to convince himself that he could still get hard at the sight of another woman laying with him, trying his very best to convince himself that he didn’t dream about your pretty little face last night.

another night spent in your empty dorm, your roommate doing god knows what with god knows who. phone in hand, you scroll through the pictures eren had sent you last week, fingers trying to replicate his as you nudge your clit gently. just the familiar sight of his torso gets you wet. you close your eyes to imagine the last time you had him, the big figure that loomed atop of you, treating you so well and dragging multiple orgasms (four, he counted aloud) out of you. your pussy aches for more than your pathetic hand, and who are you to deny her? you open your eyes as if waking yourself up from a trance, immediately opening your messages, he’s pinned, because of course he is. you tap on the convenient number, shooting him an ominous text “need you.” and that’s all he needs.

flashing lights and blasting music taunt eren’s senses. your notification manages to pull his head out of the scene of the drunk crowd, he lifts his phone up, a shit-eating grin plastering his face as he reads it to himself. “fina-fucking-ly.” he mutters to himself followed with a groan. his fingers type back as if by instinct, or maybe pattern. “coming.” he sends.

later that night, your back is to him, stomach and face pushed into the comfort of your bed while he grinds into you like a drill. the nasty sounds falling from your lips stick to the wall and bounce right back to eren’s ears. “fuck baby, heh, you missed this dick that much?” all you can respond with is a meek yelp as he drives his cock further into the welcoming grasp of your pussy. “i asked you fucking a question,” he demands an answer, hand trailing from the curve of your back up to your ass. smack! he lands a hard blow to the fat, adding to the recoil on top of his relentless pace. “yesss ‘ren, missed it so much!” you’re not even trying to be quiet, sure that your neighbours have already become used to the late night noise pollution. “missed you too pretty, fuckin’ pussy’s gonna drive me insane.” he groans into the air. your pussy replies with a dirty squelch, so wet that you’ve convinced yourself it’s unnatural. and to be frank, there was nothing natural about the way he was fucking his big mean cock into your needy cunt.

the utter dirt falling out of your mouth has eren feeling as if it’s possible for him to get any harder. “pussy needs you so bad ‘ren, only guy that can treat her right.” you feed into his ego, and as usual he smirk to himself, giving your ass another bruising slap. “i know baby, i know.” he leans down to whisper into your ear, rough voice dripping with desire. he switches his angle quickly, knowing exactly how to get you to the edge. a deep moan escapes your mouth, one that’ll surely drive out complaints from the building residents. but you don’t care, especially not when you’re so close you can taste it. “fuckfuckfuck! so so close baby!” you yeld at the sudden tenderness.

then, you feel your cunt wrap around nothing. noticing the sudden emptiness, you turn back to protest. “hey-“ but you’re cut off my the winding force that pulls you onto your back. he’s on top of you, large presence oozing menacingly as he grins right in your face. “missing something?” he teases, arms trapping your head still. your big eyes gaze up at him, a pathetic attempt to get him to fuck you the way he was two seconds ago. “pleaseeee, need it!” you whine, pulling him closer to you. he meets you in a deep kiss, passionate and hot. when he breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connects the two of you.

“take it then.” he challenges, thrusting into you without warning. eren sets a deathly pace, ensuring you become completely dumb by the time he’s done with you. your eyes roll back, whines and whimpers exiting your mouth, no longer restrained. “s-slow down, mmph!” you grab onto his back, fingernails leaving marks. “shit! you wanted this babygirl,” he kisses your cheek teasingly. “thought you could take it? you can take it right? be good for me,” he lets out a deep groan. you nod your head obediently, already fucked to oblivion. “mhm- i’m a- a good girl yeah.” you don’t even know what you’re talking about, and eren would be laughing at you if his brain was any more clear than yours. but instead he’s stead focused on the sight of you two connecting. “shit, look at that.” he chuckles, voice strained. “gonna cum ‘ren!” those words snap him back to reality, he uses his final senses left to drive you to your well deserved orgasm. with a loud yelp, the walls of your pussy gush around him. he fucks you through it, ensuring your cunt is treated like a princess. eren reaches his own release with a loud grunt, pulling out before letting the thick load sprawl onto your exposed lips. you moan at the hot touch, in response he chuckles. “fuuuck baby, milked me dry,” he praises, placing a kiss onto your forehead. eren collapses next to you, arm wrapping around the back of your neck. “round two?”

JOCK!REINER

if you didn’t know him you’d think he’s just another jacked oaf. and you did. key word, did.

your own blissful innocence is what got you caught up in this mess, his mess. a simple group assignment wasn’t supposed to turn into a dirty secret, but with the late nights spent together something was absolutely bound to happen. and it was more than friendship. you liked the way he pulled you out of your comfort zone (and onto his dick).

you went from having to be dragged to football games by your friends, to attending every single one without complaint. you watched from the sidelines, examining as if you knew anything about football. but the truth was, all you knew was that you were gonna get some dick no matter the outcome of the game. he’d practically begged you to wear his jersey number, claiming that “nobody would even notice,” but you were to smart for his whines. you’d secretly hoped that he would lose, because that’s when he gets mean. and your wish was granted. the settling score made you crack a smirk.

he didn’t bother dragging you to an after party, much too worried about getting his dick wet before walking into a crowded frat. so when the crowd had dispersed, and your friends had ditched you for a free ride, you made your way down the bleachers, and towards the empty locker room. same as always, he was waiting for you. sweat dripping down his naked upper frame, loose towel hanging onto the muscle of his upper thighs. you could almost feel what was about to happen. “there she is,” he grins, but nothing was funny about the way he was about to fuck you.

you cant complain about the position he has you in seconds later, face smushed into the cold metal of locker, bare ass perked just where he need it to be, hands gripped back by his own. “shit, could see you smiling at the end of the game, you think that’s funny?” he grunts into your ear. “mnm, mnm,” you yelp against the locker. he lets one of your hands loose, allowing you to stabilise yourself before he creeps his free hand down to your inner thigh. the rough skin sends a shiver down your back. he can’t help but rub that clit of yours. “wet already huh?” he questions you, but you can’t answer, too lost in the pleasure rumbling within your bundle of nerves down below. “can’t answer? guess i’m just gonna have to fuck it out of you,” he whispers gently, completely conflicting the scene in front of him.

he was absolutely one to talk up his size, but it was never a lie. you’d only learnt that after never being able to take him fully, even despite the countless hookups. so when he’s bullying his cock into your dripping pussy, you can’t hold back your pathetic moans. “c’mon baby, you can take it,” he taunts you, wide smirk on his face. all you can mutter is a pitiful “m-mhmmm.” inch by inch he claims your cunt as if it was field he was playing on thirty minutes earlier. you can feel the frustration in his bruising grip on your wrist. “nghh ts too much rein,” you plead as if it could stop him. and with the final inch in, you suddenly become extremely aware of the tenderness, almost immediately breaking down into a whimpering mess. your back arches into the newfound sensation, ultimately driving him in deeper. “shiiiiiit, nah, you can take it baby,” he groans, growls almost. and from there forth, his bruising grip isn’t all you have to worry about.

he pulls his length out, fully, before thrusting back into the tight wetness of your pussy. you gasp, then shutter, thighs shacking and calves almost giving up. as if to save you from falling on your own face, he lifts you up effortlessly, holding you by your thighs as he bullies his relentless dick into you. you look back, face flustered and surprised. “don’t look at me like that, you knew what was gonna happen when you came down here looking for me,” he brushes off your innocent facade. you reply with a strained moan. his grip gets tighter, and his thrusts get meaner. he pulls you up and down to meet his fastened pace half way.

“fuuuckkkk, just like that honey,” he nuzzles into the comfort of your neck. “too much!” you whine, but your cunt says otherwise with her feral gushing sounds. “you love it,” he grunts. you can feel every inch of his cock, every vein, and especially the soft curve since it’s hitting that spot only he’s been able to find. your mind goes dumb, absolutely cock drunk as he drills into you from below. “sssooo close,” you whimper meekly. “yeah? already?” he chuckles at the mess you’ve made, coats of your slick dripping down your thighs to his.

“be a doll and rub that clit for me,” he says as if he’s asking, but you know it’s a command. so you do as he says, untangling your arm before tracing down to your clit, sure enough that you might just die after he’s done with you. “mhm, just like that pretty,” his approval feels so good, praising words making their way from your ears to your cunt. you huff softly between your moans, and he knows by pattern that you’re about to cum. “don’t be shy sweetheart, you got this,” your frail fingers work faster on your bundle, chasing your own release as he ruins your pussy.

with one last whimper you fall apart, vision blurring as you’re overcome with pleasure. your thighs shake uncontrollably, your cunt grasps onto reiner as if holding him captive, and then you come undone, juicy pussy squelching. he slows down his once relentless pace, “fuck- yeah baby, mm- just like that, drag it out of me,” you’d respond if you could, you try your best but all that leaves your lips is another whimper.

he continues to fuck you through your orgasm before naturally chasing his own, pace thickening again. “cmon baby, just a little more,” your body goes limp, mind as well. your tempting moans echoe through the seemingly empty room. “reiner,” you mutter, and that gets him to the edge. the delicate way you string out his name instantly has him dumping his stress into you. you can feel the overwhelming, thick load spur against the walls of your cunt, turning you into a whining mess again.

when he finally releases you, he sits on down on one of the benches lined between the various lockers. and god, he’s so pretty, hair all messed up, sweat dripping down his toned abs. you can’t help but crawl into his lap. just as you were about to opt for another round, a voice breaks through yours.

“anyone in here?”

[sleepykina]

Nerd Armin x Popular Reader

The first thing Armin noticed about you was that you were loud. Not obnoxious loud, just everywhere.

Every hallway he walked through, every classroom he entered, every lunch period he spent hiding behind a book—you seemed to somehow be there.

Laughing with friends.

Talking to teachers.

Helping underclassmen.

You carried yourself so effortlessly that Armin couldn’t understand how someone could exist like that.

Meanwhile, he struggled to ask cashiers how their day was going.

You were simply from a different world.

So naturally, the first conversation you ever had lasted less than ten seconds.

“You’re Armin, right?”

He looked up from his notebook.

You were standing beside his desk.

His stomach immediately dropped.

“Y-Yes?”

You smiled.

The kind of smile that made people smile back without thinking.

“Can I borrow your notes?”

“Oh.”

He blinked.

“Sure.”

“Thanks.”

Then you were gone.

That should’ve been the end of it.

Instead, somehow, it wasn’t.

A week later, you returned. “Can I borrow yesterday’s notes too?”

Then again.

And again.

And again.

Eventually Armin started suspecting you weren’t actually paying attention in class.

“Do you even take notes?”

You laughed.

“I do.”

“Then why do you keep asking for mine?”

You grabbed his notebook before he could stop you.

“Because yours are prettier.”

Armin stared. “…Prettier?”

“You color-code everything.”

“That’s practical.”

“It’s adorable.”

Armin almost dropped his pencil.

You didn’t seem to notice.

The strange thing was that you didn’t just talk to him when you needed something.

You started stopping by his desk before class.

Sometimes after class.

Sometimes during lunch.

Never for very long. Just enough to say something random.

“Did you know octopuses have three hearts?”

Armin looked up.

“…Yes.”

“Oh.”

You looked disappointed.

“Okay, what about this? Did you know wombats poop cubes?”

Armin paused.

“…Actually, yes.”

You groaned.

“You’re impossible.”

Then you walked away.

Armin spent the next ten minutes smiling at his textbook.

The problem wasn’t that he liked you.

That would’ve been manageable.

The problem was that he wasn’t supposed to.

Because people like you didn’t date people like him.

Everyone knew that.

You were beautiful.

Popular.

Confident.

The type of person who got asked to dances before invitations were even announced.

Armin was… Armin.

So he ignored the flutter in his chest every time you sat beside him.

Ignored how quickly he looked for you when he entered a room.

Ignored how he started remembering tiny details about you.

Your favorite drink, your favorite songs, the way you twisted a ring on your finger when you were nervous.

He ignored all of it.

Or at least he tried.

Then came the group project.

The worst invention in human history.

Unfortunately, fate hated him.

Because somehow, the two of you got paired together.

“Looks like we’re partners.”

You seemed excited.

Armin wanted to disappear.

Working together turned out to be dangerous.

Because you were different when nobody else was around.

The cheerful, popular girl everyone knew wasn’t fake.

But it wasn’t all of you either.

When it was just the two of you sitting in a library corner, you became quieter.

More honest.

You admitted you hated how everyone assumed things about you.

You admitted you felt pressure to constantly be outgoing.

You admitted you sometimes wished people cared more about who you actually were.

Armin listened.

Really listened.

And every conversation made him like you more.

Which was a problem.

A huge problem.

Because now he wasn’t just attracted to you. He genuinely liked being around you.

You started noticing things too.

Like how Armin always remembered every detail you told him.

How he pushed his glasses up when he got excited talking about something.

How passionate he became whenever he discussed history or books.

How kind he was.

God. That was the worst part.

Armin was kind in ways nobody seemed to notice.

The quiet kind.

The kind that remembered your favorite snack and bought it without mentioning it.

The kind that stayed after class helping people understand assignments.

The kind that listened.

Actually listened.

Most people waited for their turn to talk.

Armin cared about what you said.

And somehow that felt more dangerous than any pretty smile.

Months passed.

Neither of you said anything.

Neither of you planned to.

At least that’s what you both told yourselves.

Then rumors started.

“Do you like Armin?”

Your friend asked it so casually that you almost choked on your drink.

“What?”

“Armin.”

“No.”

Too fast. Way too fast.

Your friend narrowed her eyes.

“Mhm.”

You immediately changed the subject.

Across campus, Armin was having a similar conversation.

“Just ask her out.”

Eren sounded exhausted.

Armin nearly walked into a wall.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because she doesn’t like me.”

“She literally spends all her time with you.”

“We’re friends.”

Eren stared at him.

“You are the smartest person I know.”

“Thank you.”

“And somehow the dumbest.”

Things got worse after that.

Because once the idea existed, neither of you could stop noticing things.

The accidental touches.

The lingering eye contact.

The moments where conversations became too quiet.

Too comfortable.

Too meaningful.

Neither of you knew what to do with it.

So neither of you did anything.

And the tension kept growing.

Then one evening, while studying together, the power went out in the library.

The entire building went dark.

A few students groaned.

Some laughed.

You instinctively grabbed Armin’s arm.

For a second neither of you moved.

Your hand remained wrapped around his sleeve.

His heartbeat immediately went insane.

When the emergency lights flickered on, you quickly let go.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.”

The words came out too quickly.

Too soft.

You looked at each other.

For a moment, neither of you looked away.

Then someone across the room yelled and ruined everything.

But the feeling stayed.

For days.

By the time spring arrived, everyone around you was losing their minds.

Because the two of you were clearly something.

You just refused to acknowledge it.

Even to yourselves.

Especially to yourselves.

And somewhere beneath all the awkward smiles, stolen glances, and unfinished sentences, both of you were slowly reaching the same terrifying conclusion.

You didn’t just have a crush anymore.

You were falling in love.

And neither of you had any idea what to do about it.

The school festival changed everything.

Not because either of you confessed.

Because neither of you did.

Of course.

That would’ve been too easy.

You spent most of the evening together.

Walking around.

Playing games.

Talking.

Laughing.

Just like always.

Except it didn’t feel like always.

Something felt different.

Heavier.

Like something was building.

Eventually you ended up sitting together beneath the festival lights.

Everyone else had gone home.

For once, it was quiet.

Just you.

And Armin.

“I don’t want this year to end.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Armin looked at you.

Neither did he.

But graduation was approaching.

College applications.

Life.

Everything was changing.

And suddenly the idea of losing this terrified both of you.

“Even if we go different places…”

Armin swallowed.

“We’ll still talk.”

“Promise?”

His chest tightened.

“Promise.”

The way you smiled at him made his heart ache.

For one terrifying second he almost said it.

Almost.

But then someone called your name.

And the moment disappeared.

A few weeks later, everything fell apart.

Not dramatically.

Not all at once.

Just enough.

Someone started a rumor.

A stupid rumor.

That Armin was interested in another girl.

You heard it.

And believed it.

Because why wouldn’t you?

Pretty girls liked Armin now.

People noticed him.

People saw what you saw.

So you started pulling away.

Not intentionally.

But enough.

Shorter texts.

Less time together.

More distance.

Armin noticed immediately.

And panicked.

Because suddenly the person he talked to every day seemed miles away.

“What did I do?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“What happened?”

The hurt in his voice nearly broke you.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to ask.

Couldn’t bring yourself to admit why it hurt.

So you lied.

“Nothing.”

It was absolutely not nothing.

The distance lasted three miserable weeks.

Three weeks of pretending.

Three weeks of missing each other.

Three weeks of absolute hell.

Until finally Eren snapped.

“ASK HER OUT.”

Armin nearly fell out of his chair.

“What?”

“You love her.”

Silence.

“…I do?”

Eren looked ready to commit a crime.

“YES.”

Meanwhile, your friends were having the exact same conversation with you.

“You are literally in love with him.”

“What?!”

“You cry when he doesn’t text.”

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

“…Oh.” Because yeah, now it made sense. You didn’t just like him, that wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what you felt towards him. You loved him.

The confession wasn’t grand.

It wasn’t planned.

It wasn’t perfect.

It happened after graduation practice.

The two of you ended up alone.

Again.

Like always.

Except this time neither of you wanted to run.

“I heard that rumor.”

You blurted it out.

Armin blinked.

“What rumor?”

“The girl.”

“…What girl?”

You stared.

He stared.

And suddenly everything clicked.

“You thought I liked someone else?”

“You thought I didn’t care?”

Silence.

Then both of you started laughing.

Because of course.

Months.

Almost a year.

And that’s what kept you apart.

Eventually the laughter faded.

And neither of you looked away.

“I like you.”

Armin said it first.

Quietly.

Honestly.

Like he was terrified.

Your eyes immediately filled with tears.

Which made him panic.

“Oh no—”

“I like you too, idiot.”

Armin froze.

“You do?”

You laughed.

Then kissed him before he could ask another question.

And for the first time in almost a year, everything finally made sense.

© SleepyKina 2026. Do not steal, translate, feed my work into AI, or repost on any other platforms other than tumblr.

[wiltedfaded]

i love the ocean

[hunnymzdrawsposts]

E.M.A

[lightsofthestars]

Nerd!Gojo x Nerd Black! Reader x Nerd! Armin

MDNI , smut obviously, 1.4k words

Warnings: PnV, Anal

Summary: Just a little late night celebration after long study sessions before finals

For the last few weeks you’ve been studying alongside Satoru and Armin, which was arguably the best thing that has ever happened to you. It was already difficult to get Satoru to be your study partner considering his party-holic twin beother was always dragging him along to another nightly event, same goes for Armin.

It was another tiresome lecture as Professor Higuruma was going overboard with the criminal justice system speech as usual, even though most of his speeches were reasonably entertaining and informative it did take more class time than we already had. Just when you were about the leave the lecture for your next one, they both approached you to be their study partner considering you three were the top of the class and finals were just a few weeks away. You were so glad you did.

Despite their shyness around others, they were both completely focused and engaged with every study session. In the dining call, the library, a nearby cafe, or one of your dorm rooms. Going through material, online sources, or handwritten notes either of you had. Even going through notes of other classes you three shared. By the time finals came around, there was no point in being nervous about a single thing. All three of you, as usual, passed with flying colors.

After a long day of testing you relaxed in your single dorm room wearing something comfortable while listening to The Weeknd. You’ve worked hard, you needed to indulge yourself in your own space as you laid down on the soft fluffy carpet, your long locs tickling your back as the smell of incense that isn’t even allowed in the dorms swirls in the air and into your lungs.

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and relax three sharp knocks at your door made you jump. “Shit-! Coming! One second!” You call out, opening the window to wave out the smell of incense before you scrambled to the door, praying it wasn’t the RA as you swung the door open not even caring about your outfit.

Armin and Satoru stood there, soft smiles on their face. “Hey! Uh, Since finals are over, we were wondering if you wanted to celebrate? Nothing too extreme, you know?” Armin started, a nervous and shy smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his head and averted his eyes. Satoru, on the other hand, was shamelessly looking down at you. Specifically at your thighs.

“Just came outta the shower?” Satoru asked, still looking down at the way the brown skin of your thighs shined under the warm lighting of your room. Shameless, just like his brother. Armin blushed as he elbowed Satoru’s side to shut up, before sheepishly pulling out a small baggy from his pocket. “So.. Satoru nabbed this from his brother and we were kinda wondering if you.. wanted to try it? N-not forcing you just.. if you wanted to?” Armin asked, still blushing crazy. He was so adorable all flushed, so different compared to Eren and Mikasa.

After a mental debate about the health complications, you gave in, smiling as you led the two inside.

As you two relax in the warmth of your dorm room, the smell of weed lingering in the air and slowly filtering out your slight open window, you can’t help but notice how Satoru’s gaze lingered in your exposed legs the more the weed settled. Just as you were about to question him, Armin lightly tapped your shoulder.

The moment you turned your head you almost flinched at how close he was to your face. His eyes lidded and red, lips slightly parted, and his breathing heavy and ragged as his eyes were locked on your lips.

“Can.. I kiss you?” He whispered, blue and pink eyes finally finding yours. A soft whimper left your soft lips as you nodded and closed your eyes, leaning close to press your lips against his. The moment he has a taste of your lips and the small smell of the cocoa butter lipgloss, he changed almost instantly. His kisses became more demanding, hungry, his tongue dragging against your bottom lip and smearing the dark brown lip liner you had earlier.

“No fair.. can I get one too..?” Satoru whined as he leaned close to your left side, pleading blue eyes staring back into yours. You seperate from Armin to look at him but he barely let the “yes” leave your lips before his was on yours. You can feel Armins pout against your right side before feeling soft kisses down your neck, warm hands all around your waist.

You felt lightheaded as soft moans left your lips, Satoru’s lips moving from your own to all over his face, his hand cupping your face before resting on your thigh and caressing your smooth brown skin. His lips found yours again, tongue exploring every inching of your mouth before sucking on your tongue.

“Stop hogging..” Armin glared weakly before looking at your top, lidded eyes glancing at yours to get the green light before slowly tugging it down. You could’ve sworn you heard a small ‘fuck’ over the sound of Satoru sucking your neck before Armin’s lips latched into a dark brown nipple. His warm soft hand pinching and rolling the other until they’re hard peaks. “Fuck.. I’ve been wanting these tits since the third study session…” he groaned against your cleavage, moving from one nipple to the other to make sure both had equal attention.

“Mm.. fuck! This feels s’good.. Nghh..” you said between moans, eyes fluttering closed and your head rested against the side of your bed with a small thump. Satoru’s hand trailed down your body before finding your soft black lace panties, completely drenched through. You nod softly as you lift your hips and let them remove it, revealing your glistening brown folds. Armin let out a soft groan as he used his fingers to spread your lips apart, revealing the pink inside and winking enterance.

“We need.. to be inside you” Satoru whispered behind you, moving you to his lap before lifting you up and onto your twin mattress. You watch as Armin stood in front of you, getting undressed and revealing his toned body you didn’t even know existed until now before feeling shifting behind you. You melted at the warm skin behind you, Satoru’s lips trailing down your neck and shoulders as his length was hard between your folds, coating in your juices.

“Fuck.. please.. inside me..” you mewl, brow furrowed as you leaned your head against Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru groans behind you, lifting your hips and spreading your cheeks apart, eyes lidded as he stared at the puckered hole.

“Fuck.. I need.. I need this..” he groaned, gripping his long and thick length to your puckered hole and slowly easing you down. You both cried out in pleasure before you finally bottomed out, panting hard as you adjusted. “Fuck.. my beautiful chocolate queen..” he moaned into your ear.

Just before you could turn to him in shock and confusion, Armin gripped your thighs, easing himself deep inside of your dripping pussy. The sensation of being filled by both holes made you cry out, eyes rolling back as your body jolted slightly.

The three of you panted hard, breaths heavy and barely audible through the music. You feel Armin adjusting your legs before he began to move, Satoru groaning behind you as he matched his thrusts with his.

“Fuck-ah! Yes! Yesss!” You mewl, the sound of skin hitting skin, the slick of your pussy, their grunts, and your loud moans echoed through the room as they trusted deep inside you raw.

It was almost animalistic how hard they were fucking you, the three biggest nerds on campus and they were ruining one another. The warmth and tightness of your insides almost with the presser of the other’s cock made them both dizzy as they fucked you harder.

“Hah.. ah— where..? Where do you want this.. this cum, baby..?” Satoru grunted in your ear, drool tricking down your shoulder.

“Inside..! Fuck! Cum inside of me!” You cried out, blissed out as one hand gripped Armin’s hair and the other the back of Satoru’s neck.

Satoru nodded, hand sneaking around your stomach to rub your clit, making you cry out before the coil in your abdomen snapped, squirt covering Armin’s abdomen and Satoru’s balls. Almost instantly they both came, filling you to the brim in both holes, making you full.

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such a great season one ea scene. Eren putting his full trust in Armin's ability to save their lives like it's second nature

and then Armin's reaction; his self-doubt falling away as the titan skeleton crumbles behind him

Eren really brings out the best in Armin

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