꩜ synopsis: a harmless campus interview turns your best friend into an overnight internet sensation—and suddenly, every thirsty TikTok comment feels like it’s whispering your secret.
☆ art cred: @/juvianism on instagram :3
You nearly spill your coffee all over your Political Theory textbook when you unlock your phone. Another two hundred comments on that TikTok. You know you shouldn't check—you probably watched it about a million times yesterday alone—but your fingers move before your brain can scream at you to stop.
@/bookslvt01: ok but the way he talks about virginia woolf??? NEED HIM CARNALLY
@/colossalthighs: i’d let him annotate my entire body fr
@/arlertmeout: he looks like he apologises before choking you
You bite your lip, half-entertained and half-horrified, scrolling through the endless comments under what was supposed to be an innocent campus interview. The video has 2.3 million views now, completely insane for something filmed outside the modest main library—the same one you find yourself in at the moment—on a random Tuesday.
"Ugh, don’t tell me. You're watching it again, aren't you?"
Your head snaps up comically quick, caught red-handed, to find Sasha sliding into the seat across from you at your usual table, eyeing your phone screen with knowing amusement.
"What? No."
"You are! You have that weird, glazed look in your eyes. The same one you get when Professor Ackerman extends the deadline for our research papers." Sasha unwraps what appears to be her third sandwich of the day. You don't mention how it’s only twelve in the afternoon. "You know you could just talk to him about it, right? He's literally one of your best friends."
"And say what exactly?" you finally close the godforsaken app, trying to ignore how your screen time report is definitely going to be embarrassing this week. "Hey Armin, I've watched your viral video more times than I can remember and I'm having very inappropriate thoughts about your tongue piercing that I absolutely shouldn't be having about my friend?"
Sasha snickers, a piece of lettuce tumbling to the table from her mouth. "Well, when you put it like that... actually, yes. One hundred percent that."
"Sasha, I can't just—" you frown in frustration, inhaling deeply. "It's complicated."
"How is it complicated? You've had a crush on him since freshman year."
"That was different. That was before we became friends. Before I knew him." You lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling as fond memories overwhelm you. "Back then he was just this cute, nerdy guy in my intro psych class who got excited about statistical analysis and always smelled like that vanilla body wash I love. I used to sit behind him just to watch him get all animated during discussions about cognitive behavioural theory, you know?"
Sasha merely rolls her eyes. "Jesus, and you call me demented. Well, what about now?"
"Now? Now, he's Armin. He's my friend who stays up until 3 A.M. to help me with my assignments, who brings me soup when I'm sick, who texts me the dumbest memes about historical figures," you slump forward, close to pouting. "He's the guy who spent six hours teaching me how to play that MMO he's obsessed with just because I mentioned being bored over winter break. He's..."
"He's the guy you're infatuated with," Sasha supplies helpfully.
"I'm not," you start to protest, then wisely opt to give up instead. "Okay, maybe. But that's exactly the problem. I can't risk blowing up our friendship just because some stupid interview made me realise I want to climb him like a tree."
"A tree with a tongue piercing," Sasha adds with a cheeky grin.
"Fuck’s sake, don't remind me," you let your head rest against the table. "Do you know how many times I've replayed that two-second clip where he licks his lips? It's pathetic."
"It's not pathetic, it's kind of sweet. There's a difference." Sasha takes another bite of her sandwich, her eyes evidently lighting up. "Besides, you don't know that he doesn't feel the same way. Have you seen how he looks at you during our study sessions? Boy's got it bad."
"He looks at me like a friend, Sasha. Because that's what we are."
"Believe me, friends don't look at friends the way he looked at you last Friday when you were explaining your thesis argument. I thought he was going to combust from sexual tension."
Before you can blatantly disagree, you hear an all too familiar voice behind you.
"Sexual tension about what now?"
Your stomach drops directly through the floor. You turn around carefully, and there he is—Armin Arlert, campus's newest digital sensation, standing there with that signature bemused expression he gets when he catches you and Sasha gossiping. His blonde hair is mussed like he's been running his hands through it, and he's wearing that adorable blue sweater that brings out his eyes deliciously.
"Oh, um..." You scramble for an explanation, panicking on the inside. "We were just talking about... about..."
"About how Professor Ackerman's lectures are basically academic foreplay," Sasha jumps in smoothly. "All that tension and buildup with no satisfying conclusion. I mean, hello?"
Armin laughs, the sound warm and comforting. "That's fascinatingly accurate, I’ll admit." He shifts his weight, and you only then notice he's carrying his laptop bag and what seems to be a bag of takeout. "Mind if I join you? I brought Thai food and figured you might be hungry since you've been here since—," he checks his phone, "—9 A.M., according to the text you sent complaining about how it’s criminal that the library opens so early on weekends."
Your heart does a little flip at his consideration. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to." He slides into the chair next to you, close enough that you can smell his cologne—a rich blend of velvety caramel and toasted cinnamon that positively makes you want to lick him all over.
Stop. None of that, you horny bastard.
"Besides, I figured you might want to hear about the latest developments in my accidental internet fame."
Sasha perks up at once. "Hell, yeah. Have you been recognised on campus yet?"
"Five times yesterday," Armin appears to lament, pulling containers out of the bag. "Including once in the bathroom, which was... awkward, to say the least." He hands you your usual order without asking what you want. "But the weirdest part is definitely the DMs."
"DMs?" you pipe up, failing to ignore how domestic this feels what with him knowing exactly what you like. Typical, precious Armin.
"You have no idea," he opens his laptop and turns it toward you two with a nervous twitch. "I've gotten marriage proposals, offers to 'show me a good time,' and at least a hundred messages asking about my tongue piercing specifically."
Your face burns as you push away the thought that you've been mentally composing similar messages. "That's... wow."
"The worst part is, most of them are asking if I'd be interested in demonstrating its uses." He fidgets with his glasses, coming across as embarrassed but also endearing. "I had no idea that thing would cause such a reaction."
"Well, it is pretty noticeable," Sasha remarks with a meaningful peek at you. "Very... attention-grabbing."
"I guess." Armin glances at you pointedly. "What do you think? You've seen the video, right?"
The question is innocent enough, but something in his tone makes you look at him more carefully. There's an out-of-the-ordinary implication that you can't quite put your finger on. "Uh... yeah, I've seen it," you manage to croak out. Terrific. Could you get any stiffer?
"And?"
"And what?"
"What did you think?"
You stare at him blankly, trying to figure out if this is a normal friend question or if you’re incorrectly perceiving the foreign edge of curiosity behind it. "I thought... I mean, your book recommendations were really good. Very passionate."
"Passionate," he repeats, the fleeting flash of understanding across his face confirming your earlier weariness. "That's interesting."
Sasha's phone cuts through the uneasiness with its incessant buzzing, and she scans it with obviously fake surprise. "Oh no, would you look at that. I have to go... meet... someone... about... a... very real thing... I have." She begins gathering her stuff with awfully suspicious speed. "You two have fun talking about books. And passion. And tongue piercings."
"Huh? Wait. Sasha—" you squeak out, but she's already dashing out of the private study room you had booked for the both of you until late afternoon (traitor). Which leaves you alone with Armin, who's scrutinising you with an expression you can't quite read.
"Alright," he speaks after a moment, closing his laptop and leaning back in his chair. "Want to tell me what you actually thought about the video?"
"I already told you."
"No, you gave me the safe answer." He tilts his head slightly, studying you with purpose. "Come on, we've been friends for two years. I know when you're holding back."
You hastily shove some noodles in your mouth, avoiding his gaze. "I'm not holding back."
"Really? Because Sasha seemed to think you had some important opinions about it."
You make a mental note to start drafting your plan for the girl’s well-deserved comeuppance. "Sasha talks too much."
"She does," Armin agrees. "But she's usually right about things. Especially when it comes to you."
The rarely there confidence in his tone makes you look up and, when you meet his gaze, the intensity catches you off guard. "What do you want me to say?"
"Did you know," he continues conversationally, "that TikTok shows you analytics about who's viewed your videos?"
Almost instantly, your heart stops. "What?"
"Mhm. Very detailed analytics. Including multiple views from the same account." His lips quirk up in a small smile. "Want to guess how many times your account shows up in my viewer list?"
You feel heat creeping up your neck. "I don't know what you're talking about." You briefly consider denying reality, blaming a technical issue, or claiming a glitch in the matrix—but none of it sticks.
"Seventy-seven times," he announces, the metaphorical checkmate hitting you straight in the chest. "As of this morning."
Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. He knows. "I can explain—"
"Can you?" He angles himself forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Because I've been trying to figure out why my very good friend has watched a boring thirty-second video of me talking about books seventy-seven times."
You want to run away, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "I... the algorithm is weird sometimes?"
Armin chuckles, low and warm, absent of any malice. "Try again."
"I was checking to see if the view count was going up?"
"Nope."
You're quiet for a long moment, trying to figure out how to get out of this without completely humiliating yourself. You don't suppose it's too late to jump out of a window? Ultimately, you sigh in defeat. "Okay, fine. Maybe I watched it a few times."
"A few?"
You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms in defiance at the unsolicited endless interrogation. "More than a few."
"How many more?"
You want to strangle him, and not in the sexy way. "You’re being annoying."
"Come on." His voice has dropped slightly lower, and there's something almost akin to teasing in it. "I told you about the marriage proposals. Fair's fair."
You mutter a profanity under your breath, groaning. "Fine. I watched it a lot. Happy?"
"No. We’re getting there, though. Why?"
"Why what?"
Armin’s glee sharpens into something ravenous, a flicker of desperation lurking beneath his carefree demeanour—like he’s itching for you to say exactly what he needs. "Why did you watch it seventy-seven times?"
Your lungs feel too tight, too exposed. "Because..."
"Because?"
"Because you looked really good, okay?" The words come out in a rush. "Because watching you talk about literally anything is incredibly attractive, and because that frustrating part where your tongue piercing shows has been tormenting me ever since the video came out."
The silence that follows is eerily deafening. Armin simply stares at you, and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.
"Shit," you grumble, burying your face in your hands. "I'm sorry. That was completely out of line. I know we're friends and I shouldn't have—"
"Hey. Look at me."
The way he asks convinces you to peep through your fingers, reluctant but unable to look away. His expression is attentive and focused—definitely not one of disgust.
"You think I'm attractive?" he questions softly.
"I... yes?"
He blinks, his usual calm shattered by the raw vulnerability in your voice. His fingers tremble, revealing the fierce hope inside that there’s a potential chance that someone sees him as more than the sum of his quirks. "Even though I'm just a loser who gets excited about obscure paranormal documentaries and spends too much time playing video games?"
"Especially because of that," you admit, having never been more sure of yourself.
His answering smile is slow and devastating. "Good to know."
"Good to know?"
He hums, reaching across the table, and gently pulls your hands away from your face. "I've been wondering if you'd ever see me as more than just your friend who helps you with your homework."
Your brain, without a doubt, malfunctions. "What?"
"Did you really think I started bringing you food and staying up late just because I'm a good friend?"
The words disarm you. You’re trapped between incredulity and the dawning comprehension of what he might be suggesting. "I…"
"And did you think I learned how to play your favourite songs on guitar just because I had time to spare?"
"Y-you said you wanted to practice—"
"And I presume you thought I got this piercing because I was feeling rebellious?"
That stops you short, confusion apparent in the furrow of your brows. "You didn't?"
Armin's grin turns almost predatory. "I got it because I overheard you and Sasha talking about how cool you find them. This was back in October, after you'd been dating that guy with the lip ring."
You feel like a kettle left on the stove too long. "You... what?"
"You said, and I quote, 'There's something about tongue piercings that's beyond exciting.’ Something along the lines of how the person has to be bold enough to get it, but there's the simultaneous insinuation of what they can do with it."
"I’m going to kill myself," you gape at him in horror. "You heard all of that?"
"I was sitting right behind you in the campus coffee shop. You weren’t exactly shy about it." He shifts closer, and you can spot the hint of silver when he speaks, "I made an appointment that very afternoon."
"You got a tongue piercing because of something I said about another guy?"
"I got a tongue piercing because I wanted to be the guy you were talking about."
The confession hangs in the air between you, charged and electric. You stare at him, trying to process this complete change in everything you thought you knew about your friendship.
"I've been trying to get your attention for months. I was starting to think I'd have to do something drastic."
In spite of being made to face terrifying revelation after revelation, you manage to stutter out a breathless laugh. "More drastic than getting a tongue piercing for me?"
"I was considering learning to play your favourite video game."
You snort despite yourself. "You hate that game."
He shrugs casually, as if the lengths to which he would go for you knew no bounds. "I know. That's how desperate I was getting."
The atmosphere between you feels tense now, full of possibility and two years of unspoken tension. Armin traces your knuckles and the simple touch sends heat shooting up your arm.
"So," you say, trying to stay as composed as you possibly can. "What happens now?"
"Now," he starts, standing up, "you tell me what exactly you were thinking about during those seventy-seven views."
He's close enough that you have to tilt your head back to look at him, and the unwavering want in the blue of his eyes makes your breath catch. "I was thinking..." you trail off, feeling timid with his attention on you.
"You can do it. Use your words for me?" his voice has gotten rougher, huskier, and it sends delightful shivers down your spine.
"I was thinking about what it would feel like."
"What would feel like?"
"Your piercing. When you..." You gesture vaguely, cheeks burning. Armin's hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "When I what?"
"When you kiss me," you whisper.
"Just kissing?" The question is loaded with underlying intentions, and you shake your head slowly.
"Tell me what else you were thinking about."
"Armin..."
"Please." The plea is hushed but insistent. "I want to know what's been going through your head."
You swallow, your throat suddenly dry as you let go of the entirety of your self-restraint. "I was thinking about what it would feel like on my body. What it would feel like when you use your mouth on me."
His pupils immediately dilate at your words. "Fuck."
"Is that... is that okay?"
Instead of verbally affirming, he leans down and kisses you. It's gentle at first, tentative, but when you react by fisting your hands in his sweater and pulling him closer, he deepens it. The first brush of his tongue against yours has you gasping, and when you feel the metal of his piercing, it sends intoxicating pleasure shooting through you.
You break apart, breathing heavily, and Armin rests his forehead against yours.
"How was that?" he asks earnestly, voice raspy.
"Good," you breathe. "Really good."
His smile is full of care but there's primal desire behind it. "And the piercing?"
"Want more of it."
He brushes his thumb across your lip again. Truth be told, it’s plain torture. "You know, we're in public right now."
Every wall you built is crumbling under the weight of him, and all you can do is let it. "I know."
"Anyone could walk by and see us."
"I know."
"And you don't care?"
You drag your hand up his thigh, stopping just shy of where he clearly wants it, "Not even a little bit."
He kisses you again, harder this time, and you can't help the soft moan that escapes when his tongue meets yours in another dance of display. The sound seems to flip a switch in him, because his hands are tangling in your hair and he's pressing you back against your chair.
"God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he murmurs against your lips.
"Tell me ‘Min."
"Since freshman year. Since that first day in psych class when you argued with Professor Smith about the ethics of behavioural modification."
You draw away just barely, shaking under the intimacy of his declaration. "That long?"
"That long." He doesn’t think twice before trailing his teeth along your jaw, and when the metal of his piercing digs into your flushed skin, you whimper needily.
"You were so assertive, so brilliant. I was completely and utterly gone."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because you were dating that business major asshole, and then when you broke up, we became friends,” he hesitantly halts his ministrations to flutter his eyelashes at you, “I-I didn't want to ruin it."
Good heavens, you didn’t stand a chance from the beginning.
"But then you kept looking at me like... like you wanted me too, and I started hoping..."
"I did want you. I do want you." The admission comes out whinier than intended, but you can’t bring yourself to be bothered at this point. "So much."
His hands tighten in your hair. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
You’re unaware of how many minutes pass as you lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth on yours, and the way he tastes like mint and something uniquely him. You dig your nails lightly into his sides, claiming him in an act of fervent possession. His breaths mingle with yours and the world outside your tangled bodies fades until there’s nothing but lust burning between you. By the end of it, your chests rise and fall in tandem.
"We should probably get out of here," he mumbles, peeking around the library.
Craving Armin has left you dazed, vision glassy as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. "Right. Um, your place or mine?"
He pecks your nose, full of affection, tenderly guiding you. "Mine. My roommate's gone for the weekend."
You start gathering your things with shaky hands, hyperaware of the way Armin is observing you. When you bend over to pick up your bag, you hear his sharp intake of breath.
"Something wrong?" you ask innocently.
"N-nothing," he mutters, skittishly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
The walk to his dorm feels like it takes forever, full of stolen glances and the kind of anticipation that makes your skin feel too tight. When you reach his room, he fumbles with his keys for a moment—so fucking cute—before getting the door open.
You haven’t had a lot of time this semester to crash at his dorm—neat and organised, with anime posters on the walls and stacks of books and manga everywhere. But you barely have time to take it in before he's pressing you against the closed door, urgency lacing his actions.
This time, there's nothing apprehensive about it. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your back, squeezing your ass—and when you arch against him, he makes a low sound of approval.
"You taste so good," he shudders against you. "Everything I’ve imagined and so much more."
"You imagined this?"
"Every night for two years." His mouth moves to your neck, nibbling along your throat. "What you'd look like, what you'd sound like when I made you come."
The words send heat pooling low in your belly, prompting you to press your thighs together instinctively. "Fuck, don’t say shit like that.”
"Why not? I’ve been longing for you. All of you," he whispers, pulling back to look at you with dark, lidded eyes. "You’re not getting away until I’ve had my fill."
It would be an understatement to say that you hadn’t foreseen this when you woke up today. That you'd be spending hours with your legs over Armin's shoulders, forgetting your own name; the compassionate, stammering genius the internet drooled over. Too bad he’s not on the market. It would be a treat if his fans could see him like this—flushed and breathless, fingers gripping your hips like he’d die without you. Armin Arlert, golden boy of TikTok, practically begging to let him ruin you.
You grow dizzy at the promise in his voice. "Please."
He lets his hand trail lower, indecently tranquil, and just as you think he’ll do something reckless—he pauses, smirking wickedly.
"Want to find out what this piercing really feels like when I eat you out?"
you and your boyfriend playing who can seduce nerd!armin arlert first ╱ mdni. lots of sex. reader and jean are freaked out and whipped, armin's a perv but doesn't want to admit it. wc: 2.5k ˚.✦
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"Haah, s'good baby so so mmph!" Your back arches off the bed, Jean's free arm pinning you back to the mattress in one slip motion.
You can feel the smile on his face as he goes back at your clit, sucking in lightly, circling his tongue around it without enough pressure. You tangle your hands in his hair, trying to push him deeper into you but the motherfucker is strong enough to just moves exactly how he wants to.
"Jeaaaan," you moan, dipping your head back with a groan.
He's been lapping at your folds for fifteen minutes already, you're sweaty and a little drunk from the few drinks you shared downstairs. Your boyfriend is lost in the way you taste and in the way you flutter.
Jean hums against you in response, the low vibration shooting straight through your core and making your thighs twitch around his head. He doesn’t give you what you’re begging for. Instead he flattens his tongue and drags it slowwwly from your entrance back up to your clit, collecting every bit of you like he’s savoring something rare.
“Goddamn, listen to you,” he murmurs. “Sound so fuckin’ pretty when you’re this needy, baby. You know that?”
You try to answer but it comes out as a broken little whimper. Your fingers twist tighter in his hair just holding on for dear life. He lets you tug this time, but only enough to tilt his head the exact angle he wants before he seals his mouth over your clit again.
This time he sucks harder.
Your hips jerk up involuntarily and he groans like you just handed him heaven on a plate. The arm he has banded across your lower stomach flexes, keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you while his free hand slides up the inside of your thigh, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there before two of them nudge at your entrance.
“Relax for me, pretty girl,” he coaxes, voice muffled and filthy against your cunt. “Wanna feel how tight you get when you’re this close.”
You’re already fluttering around nothing, so when he finally pushes both fingers in, curling them just right, you nearly sob. He crooks them against that spot inside you at the same time his tongue flicks fast little circles over your clit and the combination rips a loud, wrecked sound out of your throat.
“Thaaat’s it,” he praises. “There she is. My good fuckin’ girl. Gonna come all over my face, yeah? Wanna feel you soak me.”
The rhythm turns filthy—sucking, licking, curling, thrusting—relentless but never rushed, like he could happily stay between your legs until the sun comes up. Every time your hips try to chase more he simply presses you back down reminding you who’s in control.
“Jean, please fuck fuck fuck, I’m—” Your words fracture into gasps. Heat coils so tight in your belly you can barely breathe. Your legs shake, toes curling against the sheets.
He knows. Of course he knows.
He pulls back just enough to speak against your dripping folds, breath hot and voice gravel-rough. “Go on, baby. Come on my tongue like you’ve been dying to all night.”
Then he dives back in. Sucking your clit into his mouth hard, fingers pumping faster, curling deeper.
Your back bows off the mattress again, a broken cry tearing out of you as you come hard, pulsing around his fingers, gushing against his tongue. Jean doesn’t stop. He works you through every shuddering wave, licking slower now, softer, drinking down every last bit of you like he’s starved for it.
When you finally collapse, trembling and gasping, he eases his fingers out gently and presses one last open-mouthed kiss to your oversensitive clit that makes you twitch and whine.
He crawls up your body slow, kissing every inch of skin he passes. Your stomach, the underside of your breast, the hollow of your throat. Until he’s hovering over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.
His mouth is glossy, chin wet, hair a complete mess from your hands. He looks wrecked in the best way.
And he’s smiling like he just won something.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, brushing sweat-damp hair off your forehead before leaning down to kiss you deep and lazy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “So fuckin’ perfect when you come for me.”
"Mmhm," is all you manage to say, closing your eyes from exhaustion.
Jean squints his eyes, noticing something on you right away. "You're quiet today."
"Am I?" You open your eyes, looking at him right in his.
He lets himself rest beside you, head on his palm while the other plays with your nipples. He's always loved feeling them harden in his fingers, kneading your breasts as you're speaking about the most mundane things.
"Yup. You're usually waaay louder." He shrugs his shoulders, taking one of your curls and curling it tighter between his fingers.
"Well, there's at least 30 people downstairs, I don't want 'em to hear me whine for Jean fucking Kirstein," you shoot back, arching your eyebrows with a teasing smile.
He rolls his eyes, not falling for the bait and leaning closer to you. "You're thinking about something, I know it. Jus' tell me what it is."
Jean nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear.
“You’re doing that thing again,” he mumbles against your skin. “The one where your brain goes somewhere else and you forget I’m right here.”
You huff a small laugh, threading lazy fingers through his damp hair. “I’m literally naked under you, Jean. How could I forget?”
“Doesn’t mean your head’s here.” He pulls back just enough to look at you. Hazel eyes narrowed, searching. The playful edge is still there, but there’s something sharper underneath it now. “Spit it out, baby. You’ve been weird since we came up here.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, debating. The post-orgasm haze usually makes you loose-lipped and honest, but this feels… different. Riskier.
He waits. Patient. Thumb still idly circling your nipple like he’s got all night.
You exhale through your nose. “Okay. Fine. But don’t freak out.”
His brows lift. “Now I’m definitely freaking out.”
You roll onto your side to face him properly, sheets tangling around your hips. “It’s stupid. Probably nothing.”
“Try me.”
Another beat of silence.
“…I’ve been thinking about Armin.”
Jean goes very still. Not angry-still. Just… processing-still. The hand on your breast pauses mid-motion.
“Armin,” he repeats slowly, like he’s tasting the name. “Arlert. The blond one with the glasses who volunteers at the library?”
You nod, small. “Yeah.”
Jean’s jaw flexes once. He sits up a little, leaning on one elbow so he’s looming just enough to make the air feel heavier. “And you’re thinking about him… while I’ve got my tongue buried in your pussy for the last twenty minutes?”
The bluntness makes heat crawl back up your neck. You don’t look away, though. “Not the whole time. Just… lately. In general.”
He lets out a short laugh that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Jesus. Okay. Wow.”
“You asked.”
“I did.” He drags a hand down his face, then back through his hair, making it stick up worse. “So what? You want him? Like… want want him?”
“No. Yes? I don’t know.” You sit up too, pulling the sheet over your chest like it’ll protect you from how exposed you suddenly feel. “It’s not like I’m gonna go jump him tomorrow. It’s just… I’ve noticed things.”
Jean’s stare is steady. “What things.”
You swallow. “The way you look at him sometimes.”
That hits. His expression flickers.
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, Jean.” Your voice softens. “In class. When he’s explaining something and the whole room shuts up to listen? You watch him like… like you’re trying to figure out how someone can be that smart and that pretty at the same time.”
“I do not.”
“You do.” You reach out, brush your fingertips along his jaw. “And it’s hot. The way your eyes get all dark and focused. Like you wanna pin him to the nearest wall and see if he blushes as pretty as he talks.”
Jean’s throat bobs. He doesn’t deny it.
After a long second he mutters, “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
He flops onto his back, staring at the ceiling. One arm thrown over his eyes. “This is so fucked up.”
“Is it?” You crawl over him, straddling his hips. The sheet falls away. His hands automatically settle on your thighs (habit, muscle memory) but he doesn’t move otherwise. “Or is it just… honest?”
He peeks at you from under his forearm. “You’re really sitting here, fresh off coming on my face, telling me you’ve got a crush on the nerd boy I’ve also been lowkey eye-fucking in lecture hall?”
You shrug one shoulder. “Maybe we both do.”
Silence stretches.
Jean’s hands flex on your thighs. Not pushing you off. Not pulling you closer. Just… holding.
“You’re serious,” he says finally. Quiet.
“I think so. Yeah.”
He exhales hard through his nose. “He’s so fucking quiet. And polite. And he smells like new books and vanilla or some shit. It’s infuriating.”
You smile despite yourself. “You’ve noticed how he smells?”
“Shut up.” But there’s no heat in it. His thumbs start slow circles on your skin. “He’s got those stupid long lashes. And when he pushes his glasses up? I wanna bite something.”
You laugh. “Jean Kirstein admitting he’s got a thing for the soft boy in the front row. Never thought I’d see the day.”
He glares, but it’s half-hearted. “Don’t get cute. You started this.”
“I did.” You lean down, forearms braced on his chest, faces close. "But it's not like we can do something about it."
Jean let your phrase sit for a couple of seconds. "How do we even approach someone like that?"
"He probably thinks it's a bet or some fucked up shit like that," you add, biting your lips.
"He might not even like boys," Jean says.
You arch your eyebrows immediately, blinking fast.
"He might not even like girls," Jean fixes, shrugging his shoulders.
He lets out a frustrated groan, tipping his head back against the pillow.
You trace lazy patterns across his chest with one fingertip, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your palm. “We could just… not do anything. Keep it as fantasy. Make love to the mental image and call it a day.”
He snorts. “Yeah, because that’s worked so well for the last month. You’ve been zoning out mid-makeout thinking about him, and I—” He cuts himself off. “I caught myself staring at his fucking hands in seminar last week. Hands. Who gets hard over someone’s knuckles and a fountain pen?”
You bite back a grin. “You do, apparently.”
“Fuck off.” But he’s fighting a smile too. His hands slide up your thighs to your hips, squeezing once like he’s grounding himself. “Seriously though. If we’re gonna do this, we gotta be smart. He’s not the type you just corner at a party and proposition. He’ll bolt like a startled deer.”
“True.” You sit up straighter, straddling him properly now, the sheet pooled around your waist. The cool air makes your skin pebble, nipples tightening again under his absent gaze. “So maybe we don’t do it together. At least not at first.”
Jean’s brows knit. “What, like… take turns?”
“Exactly.” The idea sparks behind your eyes, wicked and fun and just competitive enough to make your pulse kick up again. “We approach him separately. Feel him out. See if he bites. No pressure, no tag-team bullshit that’ll scare him off. Just… normal conversation. Flirt a little. See who gets further.”
Jean’s mouth twitches. “You’re turning this into a game.”
“I mean…” You lean down until your noses brush, lips hovering over his. “Aren’t you competitive?”
His pupils blow wide. “You’re evil.”
“Say the word and we drop it.”
He’s quiet for a beat. Then his hands clamp down on your hips, dragging you forward so you’re seated right over the thick ridge of him.
“Rules,” he rasps.
You grin against his mouth. “I’m listening.”
“No lying to each other. Full disclosure after every interaction. What you said, what he said, how he looked at you, if he blushed, if he got flustered, if he touched you even by accident.”
“Done.”
“No sabotaging. If he picks one of us, the other backs off gracefully. No guilt-tripping.”
You nod. “Fair.”
“And” His voice drops, rougher now. “If he’s into both… we talk about bringing him in together with no rush.”
Heat pools low in your belly again. “God, yes.”
Jean’s thumb brushes the crease of your thigh, teasingly close to where you’re still slick and sensitive. “One more. Winner gets to call the shots the first time we’re all three together. If it gets that far.”
Your breath hitches. “You’re so on.”
He smirks, slow and dangerous. “Oh, baby. You have no idea how bad I want to watch that pretty boy fall apart under you while I tell him exactly how to touch you.”
You rock down against him once, just to hear him curse under his breath.
“So,” you whisper, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Who goes first?”
Jean thinks for a second, eyes flicking over your face like he’s calculating odds. Then he shrugs one lazy shoulder.
“You go tomorrow. He’s always at the library after third period, right? Buried in some ancient philosophy text or whatever.”
You nod. “Yeah.In the same spot as well, thinks no one notices him.”
“Cute.” Jean’s hand slides up your spine, fingers threading into your hair so he can tug your head back gently and kiss the column of your throat. “Wear that skirt you know he stares at when he thinks you’re not looking. Bend over to pick up a book or something. Give him something to think about tonight when he’s jerking off in his dorm.”
You laugh, breathless. “You’re awful.”
“I’m strategic.” He nips your pulse point. “I share a class with him on Wednesday, I’ll sit next to him. Ask him to explain some bullshit concept I already know. Maybe brush our knees under the table. See if he startles or leans in.”
The mental image makes you clench around nothing. “You’re gonna make him stutter, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yeah I am.” Jean’s grin is feral now. “And every time he pushes those glasses up? I’m gonna picture them fogged up later.”
You moan softly, grinding down again. “This is gonna be torture.”
“Good torture.” He flips you onto your back in one smooth motion, pinning your wrists above your head. His mouth finds yours, tasting like victory already. When he pulls back, his voice is wrecked. “You better tell me everything tomorrow night. Every single detail. How red his ears got. If he adjusted his pants. If he looked at your mouth when you talked.”
“Promise.” You hook a leg around his waist, pulling him closer. “And you better do the same.”
Jean rocks against you slow, deliberate. “Deal.”
He kisses you again, harder this time, all teeth and tongue and barely restrained hunger.
“Get some sleep, baby,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’ve got a nerd to seduce in the morning.”
You smile into the dark, heart racing.
“And you’ve got one hell of a competition on your hands, Kirstein.”
He chuckles low in his throat, already sliding down your body again, mouth trailing fire.
“Bring it.”
a/n: idk when this came to life but i love this kind of trope in fanfics
✩ nerd!armin, college AU, armin is a creative writing major, infatuation at first sight, SO MUCH yearning, like so much, obsession, porn with plot, drunk fingering, disgustingly sweet mushy intimacy, no penetration (yet ;P), dirty talk, nipple play, so much praise.
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ author’s note: this is my first time publishing any kind of fanfic since my one direction days back in 8th grade LMFAO. Please spare me if I'm rusty, and if you have a req hit that button on my page!!! Enjoy :3
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Sweaty bodies clashed and ground into one another, the air palpable and damp. The scent of cheap liquor and salty sweat covered foreheads filled your nose. You had no idea how you wound up in the middle of a packed dance floor, your friends had practically drug you out of your bed to get you here. When they got the invite for an infamous ‘Yeager party’, they made it pretty much impossible for you to say no. Telling you how it was gonna be the “craziest night of your life”
“You’re fucking insane if you don’t go”.
“Y/n you really need to loosen up more”.
blah blah blah.
As much as you loved your friends, the idea of drinking in a frat house with bodies cluttered mindlessly over each other made your stomach dip in the worst way imaginable. You’d much rather stay home and delve head first into the fictional worlds you indulged in through your favorite books, your almost comically large t-shirt on and a glass of wine filled far too close to the brim on your nightstand. You never judged them for their interests in partying and finding a decently not ugly guy to hook up with for the night. You had no room to judge. You stayed home and read books about gay fairies fucking each other, you and your friends were just two opposite sides of the same wanting coin.
You wished you had their confidence, their ability to talk freely to even the furthest of strangers. Maybe it was liquor induced, or maybe it was a concept just beyond your grasp of understanding. Regardless, you found yourself shuffling around Eren Yeager’s crowded living room anyways, the music so loud you could feel the bass in your toes through the rubber soles of your shoes. You’d lost sight of your friends, the unfamiliarity of the faces around you making your heart rate quicken and your vision feel slightly disoriented.
You caught a glimpse of the kitchen just beyond the sea of bodies, looking significantly less inhabited than the living room. You made a break for it, quickly ducking under raised arms and squeezing in between dancing pairs. The flickering light of the poorly hung neon sign that was for some reason in the kitchen, felt like a light at the end of a tunnel of agony. You finally broke through the crowd, the air that wafted around you significantly cooler than the air just feet prior. You made it to the entryway of the kitchen, and in your rushed desperation, you didn’t notice the person you were about to hurl yourself into until it was too late.
Your nose slammed into their rigid chest, their arms reaching out instinctively to steady you. You looked up to see the person you’ve fully embarrassed yourself in front of, your stomach twisted even harder when your gaze landed on him. Armin Arlert. The lanky, quiet best friend of Eren Yeager.
Now, just because you didn’t go to these parties, doesn’t mean you didn’t know who he was. Of course you did, his essays had been published over and over in the student papers, his academic status seemingly the complete opposite of his best friend. You actually found yourself a fan of his writing style, which made this interaction all the more gut wrenching.
“Shit, you okay?” He asked, his hands still wrapped around your biceps, his fingers so long the tips of them met with room to spare. You nodded and grasped at your nose, having felt something wet hit the palm of your hand. You already knew it was blood from the way you could feel your pulse throbbing between your nostrils.
“No yeah, I'm good. Sorry…” you rushed out. Your unsteady legs carried you over to the kitchen counter to grab a fistful of paper towels to press to your nose. He turned around to watch you, his eyes widening in a panic as he saw the red drip down your wrist. He rushed over and grabbed a few paper towels himself, dabbing the blood trailing down onto your forearm. His movements were so gentle you could barely feel them, his voice earnest and clearly concerned. “Holy shit, no you’re not….fuck—did I break your nose?”
You shook your head quickly, still applying pressure with the paper towels. Your voice coming out muffled and nasally and deeply embarrassed. “No, no. I don't think so…seriously, it's fine.”
He continued to dab and wipe at the remnants of blood on your arm, letting out a troubled huff at your words and gently shaking his head in protest. He glanced down the hallway attached to the kitchen for a moment, and then returned his gaze to you, his pupils so dilated you could barely see the pale blue that sat there. He placed one of his hands on the small of your back, sweeping you gently towards the hallway. You could feel his fingers trembling.
“Here, at least let me help you fix this. I think we might have something in the bathroom that will help….maybe…” he said anxiously, using his body as some kind of shield as you weaved your way through the people that walked freely through the house as if it were their own.
The two of you made your way to the bathroom. You sat on the closed seat of the toilet, still clutching the now red stained paper towels to your nose firmly as he closed the bathroom door behind him. Your shoulders dropped a little at the way the loud music became significantly muffled, the loudest sound in the room became Armin frantically rummaging through the medicine cabinet above the sink. “Tilt your head up…” he said softly as he grabbed an instant ice pack from the cabinet, his eyes flooded with unease as he hesitantly pattered over to you.
You tilted your head up, grimacing at the feeling of clotted blood sliding down the back of your throat. Armin took the cold pack in his hands, cracking it swiftly for the chemical reaction to take effect. Despite your mind having been quite preoccupied with the burning ache of your nose, you still couldn’t help but notice the way the tendons in his hand flexed when he cracked the ice pack. You cursed yourself for being even the slightest bit perverted while he’s damn near having an anxiety attack.
The ice pack soon began to freeze, and Armin placed it gently on the bridge of your nose, the soothing sensation dulling the burning pulse. “Keep that there with your head tilted up, try and pinch it in place.” He said quickly before he turned around to grab you a wad of clean toilet paper to replace your dampening handful of paper towel.
You couldn’t even speak, too horrified by your own fuck up. You just nodded silently, pinching the ice pack against the bridge of your nose. Armin handed you the toilet paper and you brought it to your bleeding nostrils, tossing the old paper towel into the trash can next to the toilet.
Armin sat down on the edge of the bathtub next to the toilet, his long legs made his knees come up to his chest from sitting so low to the ground. He ran a hand through his well kept hair, dropping his forehead to his palm. “Leave it to me to break someone’s nose without even trying…” he said softly, a self-deprecating tone laced in his words.
You continued to hold the ice pack to your bridge, your head tilted upwards so you’re not able to make eye contact with him as you spoke. Not that you’d’ve been able to anyways. “I seriously don’t think it's broken, the ice pack is helping.” You breathed out. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and watched the way his shoulders visibly relaxed at your reassurance. “Good, good. I’m really sorry.” He muttered quietly, his voice forced itself into a kind tone despite the inefficiency he felt humming in his chest.
You shook your head as much as you could with the ice pack still pressed to your bridge. “It’s not your fault, i was the one who ran into you at full speed like a fucking lunatic.”
Armin let out a breath of a laugh, shaking his head back softly in protest. “I mean you were clearly on a mission, it's my fault for standing there.” He said with the slightest curl of a smile forming. You let out a nasally giggle back, cringing at the way you feel a small gush of blood come out of your left nostril. You tried to think of something lighthearted to say to ease the stress that pooled in the air, but Armin spoke up again. “I’m uh… I’m Armin. I don't think I’ve ever seen you here before…”
You nodded your head softly, leaning your head forward a little bit now to get the last drops of blood out of your nose, the bleeding subsiding. “Yeah, I know.” You spit out, rebuking yourself for sounding so eager.
You prayed that he took it as you acknowledging the way he’s never seen you instead of you admitting you knew his name already. “I um, yeah I’ve never been here before. My friends were invited and kinda insisted I tag along…” you said in an attempt to recover, trying to make your tone more nonchalant.
Armin's eyes widened as you spoke. “Oh, were you looking for them? Should we go try and find them for you?” He asked, genuine concern in his tone. You quickly shook your head, waving your hand lazily in protest. You desperately tried to ignore the way your stomach warmed simply from him saying ‘we’. God, you seriously cannot be this down and out.
“No, no. I mean, I don't know where they are…but I wasn’t looking for them, I'm sure they’re making themselves at home.” You began, a huff escaping you at the end. “I was actually trying to get into the kitchen to get some air. Crowded parties aren't necessarily my thing, if you couldn’t tell…” You said jokingly, motioning your hands over yourself in the state you were in. Armin let out a friendly chuckle, nodding his head in agreement. “I feel that, I don’t think I’d go to these things if they weren't in my literal house—how’s your nose?” He cut himself off to ask.
You took the ice pack off of your nose and set it on the edge of the sink. The wad of toilet paper he’d handed you was barely stained in comparison to the paper towels you’d had previously. The ache in between your eyes had seemed to subside for the most part, your head finding its way back to its resting state.
You blinked a few times, wiggling your face a little to see if there’s any pain. That elicited a snort from Armin, a nauseously sweet smile creeping onto his face. “It’s fine….I think. Definitely the most interesting thing that’ll happen to me tonight, that's for sure. Maybe even the most interesting thing to happen during this party as a whole. ”
Armin let out a humorous groan as he stretched his arms above his head. The way he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub was undoubtedly straining his back. “They’re so boring, aren’t they? I mean, it's just the same shit over and over. The same songs every time, same drinks, same people hooking up in the same corners.” He said with undisputed authenticity, an intrigued smile flashing on your face for a moment.
You let out a hum of understanding, leaning back slightly against the back of the toilet. You were unable to help the way your thoughts started to spill out of you. “I know right? I read this one book a few years back, and it made the mundane cycles of human life almost painfully obvious..the way we all tend to relive the same moments over and over again…”
Armin sat and watched you speak, his eyes flashed with excitement when he realized that you must be well read. He noticed the way your throat bobbed when you’d pause mid sentence, the way you spoke with real intention and poise. He soaked in every word, digesting them like the most comforting of meals, tasting your sincerity on his own tongue.
After a while, you realized that you’d been basically vomiting your opinions of the human experience all over someone who just wanted to help you with a bloody nose. An insecure twinge budded in between your ribs, making you look around the bathroom for anything to exchange small talk about instead. Armin wasn’t interested in that in the slightest, your eloquently spoken words oozed with merit, the depth of the conversation felt almost sacred to him.
Like you, he didn’t experience conversations like this often. I mean, he lived in a frat house for fucks sake. The deepest conversation he’d get here is an argument over what liquor is the easiest to drink copious amounts of without ending your night in a hospital, or community bitching about a certain professor's excruciating deadlines.
Your gaze was snapped back to him when he began to speak, reflecting the same passion you had in your tone back to you. The most full-hearted of smiles present when he did. “No you’re so right, it does change something in you once you see it. I’m just…I hope I don't come across offensive when I say this, but I wasn’t expecting that. I can’t say that I’ve ever had a conversation at any of these parties that was anything below surface level, it's…..nice. Nice to feel like someone else is speaking a language that I actually understand.”
Your gaze shifted to the way he used his hands to speak alongside his voice, the clear zeal he felt while talking about his interests made your eyes brighten at him. The somewhat stiff and jittery conversation quickly transformed into something thoroughly fruitful, despite it taking place under the eerily flickering light of the shivery bathroom. Your voices colliding made the space warm and inviting nonetheless.
You talked about psychology, poetry, fiction, beaming at each other over your shared interests. The conversation flowed so organically that you completely forgot why you even came to the bathroom to begin with, the barely there throb of your nose not even beginning to cross your mind. It’d been very congenial thus far, Armin was far too scared to ruin the depth he felt by attempting to flirt with you poorly. Although, he did want to. Very badly, actually.
Your ability to remain completely open-minded, the syrupy warmth you have when you laugh. The way you began to reflect his own thoughts back to him before he even got to speak them himself. All of these being things he found painfully attractive. He found himself having to rip his gaze from your bottom lip while you were pondering a question he’d ask, not wanting to seem too forward by keeping it there. He didn't want to be delusional, he didn't want to assume anything. But what he absolutely did want was to continue to talk to you in that bathroom for as long as you’d allow him to, that he knew very clearly.
And it's not like the attraction was one-sided. No, not at all. You found yourself drawn deep into the way he spoke, the attention to detail he had when describing something. His words breathed life into every topic. He was clearly deeply intelligent, but mind blowingly humble at the same time. Not a single word rolling off of his tongue with pompous intention. You felt your stomach pool with a sort of dramatic nervousness when he would lean his chin on his hand while you spoke, his thumb toying under his bottom lip while he drank your words in completely.
You couldn’t help but wonder if the way you felt glued to your seat was reciprocated, if his fingers twitched at the thought of running them against the skin of your knuckles like yours did for him.
You felt crazy for wondering those things since you’d only just met him tonight. You told yourself that you clearly have been reading far too many romance novels, that those fictional scenes were fictional for a reason. Despite the doubt, you didn't try to ignore the magnetism you felt. You let your bones hum from him moving any part of himself even slightly closer to you. You knew the feeling would be fleeting anyways, you weren’t gonna ruin the blip of time where it’s present just to forsake yourself.
The two of you tumbled between topics for what felt like brief hours, the essay he had recently published in the newspaper being one of them. You had to pretend that you hadn’t already read it, your eyebrows raising a little as a facade when he’d explained it to you. “That must’ve taken you a long time, no? I know if it were me I'd have a million rough drafts before I trusted my abilities enough to actually publish anything.”
Armin let out a heavy chuckle, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “You wanna see something crazy?”
His question was met with your quickly nodding head and he swiftly stood up from the edge of the bathtub, stretching his legs out a little. He waved his hand towards himself, motioning for you to follow him. Excitement pooled in your gut as you stood up from your spot in the bathroom that the two of you had made into some kind of absurd sanctuary over the past two hours. You followed him as he walked deeper down the length of the hallway, grabbing the knob of the very last door on the right and turning it.
You walked into the room that you quickly realized was his bedroom, a schoolgirl-esque giddiness arose in you at the mere thought of being there. You quickly scanned the room, noticing the way his bed was neatly made. A plethora of soft blankets laid out across the comforter in a way that made the bed look just as inviting as he seemed to be. Your eyes flickered to the bookshelf that leaned up against the wall next to the desk in the corner, the shelves of it blooming with literature. The only light in the room comes from a large overhead lamp. It stood over his desk that was littered with piles and piles of copy paper printed top to bottom with various sized paragraphs. Each stack stood at least an inch thick, some even double that. Armin let out a breathy chuff as he pointed at the papers all over the desk. “Those are all of my rough drafts. Every last paper on that desk is me trying to prepare for that essay.”
You walked over to the desk and ran your thumb up the side of one of the stacks, the sound of the papers fluttering against each lasting for at least 10 full seconds. Your chest warmed at the visual representation of his dedication, though his passion was clear even before. Armin walked over to the end of his bed and plopped down, a sigh escaping him as he landed. He watched you examine his room, noticing how your eyes almost glowed when you ran your forefinger over the spines of his books that sat neatly on his shelf.
You had recognized a good chunk of the titles, although he was unfortunately missing the borderline pornographic fantasy books that ran rampant on your shelf at home. You wondered to yourself if he had any romance novels hidden under his bed like the average man's playboy magazine, the idea made you giggle under your breath.
“What’s the laugh about? Is my collection not impressive enough for you?” He teased, his fingers tapping nervously at his knees as he watched you walk around his room like you should’ve always been there. You shook your head as you turned around to face him, not making direct eye contact but still noticing the way his eyes trailed even your smallest of movements. “It’s very impressive, actually…” you said honestly, a candied smile on your lips.
You walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down next to him, leaving an arms length of space between the two of you so you didn’t come off presuming. You let out a deep sigh, closing your eyes and letting the cozy silence of his room soothe you into the ease you’d been craving since the moment you stepped foot in the house. “Why would someone ever pick that over this…” you said softly as you nodded your head once towards the door, referencing the party that began to thump down the hallway. Armin cocked a brow, smiling boyishly at you. “What’s this?”
You let out a breathy chuckle, keeping your eyes closed as you spoke. “Silence….ease. Meaningful conversation that doesn’t have any destination.” You began, subconsciously leaning back and laying your spine flat against the plush of his blanket covered mattress. Your eyes remained closed as you continued to talk, the loss of the sense making it easier to speak in the way you’d wanted to. “I mean, don't get me wrong… I enjoy getting drunk as much as the next college student. I’d never frown upon anyone who really loves the energy out there, I'm sure it brings the right people a sense of community almost…”. A deep breath.
“All anyone wants at the end of the day is to be seen without reprimand, to be accepted down to their bones. If dancing your heart out next to someone you’ll maybe never see again makes them feel that, having that glimpse of each other's most raw forms… then all the power to you.”
Armin gazed at you in an almost awe-like state as you spoke, eyeing the way your hair pooled effortlessly around you as you laid back onto his bed. He found himself physically having to sit on his hand to keep himself from reaching out and running his fingers through it. Your honeyed voice thrummed through the realest parts of him. He was completely unable to tear his eyes away from the soft swells of your cheeks or the long lines of your neck, his eyes glimmered as they drank in your presence. He cursed himself for having such a beautiful breath of a woman in his bed but still being too self-loathing to do anything about it. He hummed in understanding as he laid back against the bed next to you, still an arms length apart.
“I think that’s a pretty beautiful observation to make…you’re— um, you’re very well spoken. I'll have to consult with you for my next essay instead of creating another shit show like whatever that is” he choked out as he aimlessly pointed towards his desk.
He’d hoped cracking a joke would lead you away from the way he’d almost said something that could possibly make you uncomfortable. You were none the wiser, your eyes finally fluttered open as you turned your head to look at him. “You got it.”
He had to wipe his hands on his sweatpants to get rid of the film of sweat that grew there the moment you peeked out at him under the curls of your lashes.
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Two weeks have passed since that night, and you hate how it seemed to always present itself in the forefront of your mind. Armin’s soft gaze and the way his words reflected your inner monologue when he spoke hung heavy in you, just around every corner. You felt completely delusional, the way the night had ended made you sure of your former idea of it just being a fleeting moment. He didn't kiss you, or ask for your number, nothing of the sort was even mentioned.
You two had spent the entire night talking, laughing, spilling your guts out to each other and not thinking twice about how strange it was to do that with someone you had just met. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. You remember having to leave abruptly when you noticed the sun rising beyond his curtained windows, neither of you noticing how the bass had stopped humming between the floorboards of the house a few hours prior, or how heavy your lids hung over your eyes as the time went on.
You had spent the past two weeks dissecting every part of the conversation that you could remember, scrounging for some reason that would lead you to believe he felt the same pull you did. He had taken over, staking his claim during the night and causing you to clench your thighs together when you’d remember the way the soft features of his face looked as he laughed. You felt perverted and overly crass, sure that you’d never be able to show your face to him ever again after the countless fantasies you’d had.
You had imagined what his lips would look like covered in you, what his fingers would surely be able to accomplish due to the length of them. You wondered if he was a passionate lover, slow and deliberate. Or was he the opposite, grabby and rushed to touch you in as many places as he could like a man starved. It didn’t matter what type he really was, you’d imagined him in every possible way already. No version of him could be a shock to you.
And despite the embarrassment that swallowed you whole when you actually imagined seeing him face to face again, you found yourself walking into the house he shared with his fraternity brothers anyways.
Your friends had received another invite to Eren’s next party, the invite being extended to you this time even though you and Eren had never met. You had told yourself that if you did see him, you’d just put an end to the warm torture he’d instilled upon you. You’d be unable to embarrass yourself any further at that point. If you didn’t see him, your plan b was to get as drunk as you could off of drinks that you didn't pay for to try and dull the thoughts of him, even a little would be enough.
You and your friends entered the party and began to mingle, the heavy blow of thickened air choking you already. You scanned the room over and over again for a glimpse of him, a deep twinge in your gut every time you came up short.
You quickly made your way to the kitchen, pouring an obscene amount of vodka into a cheap plastic cup and mindlessly splashing some orange juice in it like it'd even out somehow. It felt like your actions were coming before your thoughts, uncontrollable and erratic in a way that made you unrecognizable to yourself.
You were always in control, always centered. That night with Armin threw you completely off kilter. You knew you were acting out of pocket. You really didn’t care. You just needed some relief.
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Armin’s POV:
Armin let out a choked groan, cum ribboning into the air as his hips jutted forward desperately into his own wanting hand. He rested his forehead against the cold tile wall of the shower, his breathing rapid and his legs trembling in aftershock. All it took was a very small handful of thoughts about you in this exact bathroom two weeks ago to unravel him completely.
He physically could not get you out of his mind since he’d met you. The way you said his name, the shine of your hair as it splayed over his bed when you laid on it. The way you’d looked at him that night as if you saw the rawest parts of him. He couldn’t help himself, despite how disrespectful and deeply disappointed in himself he felt about jerking off to the thought of a woman he’d met only once.
And this wasn’t the first instance, no no. He found himself crumpling paper after paper into his trashcan when he would sit down at his desk, the only thing written on any of them being some type of saccharine fifth grade love letter to you. He’d wind up with nothing to show for the hours he’d spent sitting there other than a painful boner suffocating itself in his pants.
His first waking thought was you, the way you walked around his room like some kind of enchantress, your movements slow and enticing. He’d rub the sleep out of his eyes with his dick pressed firm against his stomach, his slender hand reaching down to relieve himself with the image of your head bobbing on him whirling recklessly in his mind.
He really felt like he was going insane, to be honest. Sure, he was a normal human with urges like anyone else. But this was different. He had never, never behaved like this before. You had completely captivated him.
And it wasn't just some creepy sexual obsession, his thoughts seemed to find a way to reel back to you in everything he did. Every mindless conversation he had with a peer or coworker, he’d imagine how much better it would be if you were a part of it. He doesn’t ever remember being able to hold a conversation with anyone for even an hour without finding himself wanting to retreat to solitary, but he felt like the many hours that the two of you shared talking wasn't nearly enough. He would’ve stayed there on that bed until the room surrounding the two of you dissolved back into the earth, and even then he would probably still have another question to ask.
You ripped past barriers in him in one night that took his closest friends years. And yet, he still didn't even muster up the courage to ask you for your number. He had explained his darkest days to you, and what scents made him the most nostalgic, but asking for your number would surely be too much.
When Eren mentioned throwing another party this weekend, Armin had asked to put you and your friends on the invite list again. Doing so obviously elicited a wild smirk and rushing fist bumps from him, which Armin hated. He’d play into the douchey frat antics as much as he needed to if it meant you’d show up again.
He finished getting ready, listening to the party begin to swell through the house as he combed his fingers through his hair over and over again, as if you’d notice a stray hair out of place and run away. He knew getting an invite to you had the chance of being a lost cause due to your disinterest in parties, but he’d hoped that your friends would drag you here again, that they would bring you back to him.
He walked out of his room and down the long hallway, the beat of the nauseatingly familiar song (that would surely play at least six more times tonight) getting louder with each step. He made his way out to the kitchen, eyes gazing over the ever growing crowd of people to find you. He bit anxiously at his cheek when he toyed with the idea of you not showing up. He almost turned on his heels to go back to his room when he saw a blink of you, gone just as fast as you appeared.
He tried to trail your movements, walking deeper into the kitchen and leaning against the counter to get a better look. He started to actually believe he’d gone insane, there’s no way he’s beginning to hallucinate your presence now. He scoffed at himself under his breath, in disbelief that he was so desperate to see you that he resorted to playing pretend.
But then, his eyes snapped to your familiar form. Your smile hesitant but there nonetheless. He squinted his eyes slightly to get a better look at you, his jaw instinctively tightening when he saw the man standing behind you. Jean Kirstein. One of his fellow frat brothers, with his arm drunkenly slung over your shoulder, his mouth inches away from your ear. Armin despised the way his teeth grinded and the way his eyebrows lowered at the sight, jealousy not being a feeling he’s necessarily used to. Regardless of whether it's a familiar feeling or not, he found it crawling its way into every rift of him as he watched you from across the house.
He watched the way your smile waivered, your movements looking a little too loose to be those of a sober person. When his gaze landed on Jean’s hand placed strategically on your hip, he felt his nostrils flare and his heartbeat thrash wildly in his chest. He thought about approaching you, saying something or maybe just grabbing you and whisking you away from Jean. But he couldn’t. His feet were unmoving and cowardly, self-contempt bubbling deep in his stomach.
Armin turned to grab a bottle of whiskey from the counter, pouring himself a shot and throwing it back hastily, grimacing at the burn that slid down his throat and landed hard in his chest. He’s decided that he’s just going to take the whole bottle back to his room, drink himself into a slumber so deep he’ll hopefully wake up tomorrow with no recollection of tonight as a whole.
He grabbed the neck of the bottle and turned back to walk down to his room, his grip on it loosened as he glanced back at the sea of bodies and realized you aren’t where you were just moments ago… neither is Jean.
He let out a disappointed huff, his footsteps heavy against the hard wood of the hallway. You deserved someone who wasn't so cowardly, he can’t even fault you for choosing Jean. He oozed a certain kind of confidence that Armin couldn’t even fathom, his tone always charming and smooth. Armin opened the door to his bedroom, and his self-deprecating tantrum was cut short when he saw you sitting on the ground next to the foot of his bed, your head buried into your knees.
“Y/n?”
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Your pulse rose into your throat when you felt Jean’s sweaty hand find its way to your hip. He rested it there as if he was claiming his territory like some kind of pissing dog. You had clearly drank too much, you would’ve never gotten yourself into this miserable position if you hadn’t.
To your credit though, the drinking had made Armin’s silhouette stop flashing behind your eyes every time you’d blink. You were thankful for that, you were beginning to seriously concern yourself with the grasp he had on you.
You tried your hardest to sway your hips to the music, but your movements just came out forced and rigid no matter how fluid the liquor made you feel. You felt lost, stranded, and also on the verge of projectile vomiting. Whether it was from the alcohol or the way Jeans thumb started to rub small circles on your hip, it didn't matter. You needed to find a way out.
Jean's head leaned into the crook of your neck, his breath torrid and sticky against your ear as he spoke. The scent of his damp, sweat slicked hair wafted into your nostrils. You were absolutely sure you were going to puke now.
He said something about letting him take you home, you couldn’t really make out exactly what he was saying. Your hearing was deafened from the music blasting through the speaker on your other side. You also didn’t care enough to know exactly what was said, too focused on how your vision warped in a way that felt like your head was stuck on sideways.
You forced out a compliant smile, your eyes void of anything at all. You leaned in to tell him that you had to go to the bathroom, the smell of his plasticy cologne glueing your nose shut. He said something about coming with you, but you were gone from his line of vision before the sentence could be finished.
The tile of the kitchen swirled and pulsed as you practically sprinted over it. You drunkenly bounced your shoulder off of someone’s back as you started for the hallway, too confused to even be able to apologize. You grabbed at the door handle, missing it completely on your first try. The door shut behind you and you sank to the floor as soon as the noise became distant and stifled, closing your eyes and tucking your forehead to your knees.
You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, the concept of time becoming far too complex to even begin to think about. But what wasn't complex was sloshing around in your inebriated mind, fast and loose. You had been acting so fucking stupid. One night with someone you’d enjoyed your time with and all the sudden you're acting like a ludicrous middle schooler.
Except, it wasn't just that. It never was. It was something you couldn’t explain, couldn't understand no matter how many times you replayed it in your head. The way you’d felt that night with Armin was absorbing in every way. You felt so fucking stupid.
A soft voice ripped you away from your conviction, your head heavy as you hesitantly lifted it from your knees.
“Y/n?”
You were sure you’d croak any second now, the feeling in your body indescribable. The lights were off and the cold flatness of the ground beneath you had felt like it made sense enough to be the bathroom that you’d wanted to find. The light that spilled in through the newly opened door made you realize you were absolutely not in the room that you thought. You flickered your gaze between the edge of the bed next to you and the desk that was still littered with papers, a lot of them crumpled now.
You finished with your eyes landing on the silhouette of Armin standing in the doorway, the light of the hallway behind him made the edges of him glow like some kind of heavenly liberator.
Your mouth went dry as he gently shut the door behind him. He hurriedly switched on the lamp above the desk and crouched down next to you, his expression clear with concern. “Are you okay? How’d you get in here?”
The ability to speak was amnestic, your voice coming out babbled and lost. “I don’t know…I thought I was in the bathroom. I— god, I’m sorry.”
You found your way to your feet, your legs wobbly and your head sharply throbbing from the change in pressure. You were sure that the embarrassment you’d subjected yourself to tonight would replace any fleeting fantasies that arose in the future. And you were certain he’d hope to never see you again after this.
As you began to stumble your way out of his room, Armin's lanky arm shot out in front of you. He held you steady with his hands in a very similar way to your first interaction. You felt the edge of the bed press against the back of your calves and you uncontrollably dropped down onto the plush mattress once again. The contrast between this moment and the last time you’d sat on his bed like this made you want to claw at your chest.
“Just… let me at least get you some water or something. Jesus, how much did you drink?” He said, his tone still able to remain kind in its bones somehow. The way he felt the need to help you regardless of the way you invaded his personal space made you want to bang your forehead into your fists. Your drunken stupor didn’t erase his humility. Of course it didn’t.
Armin reached into the small fridge that sat behind his desk, a handful of water bottles in it as well as the premade iced coffees he’d drink to get him through the copious late nights he’d spend dumping his mind onto paper. He grabbed one of the waters and walked over to hand it to you.
You reached out weakly to grab it. The cap twisted off and your sip slowly turned into a chug as you felt the coolness of it wash down your throat, soothing the burn you felt in every corner of yourself. Your voice came out a timid jumble, your words slurring together slightly. “I don't know… a lot. Way too much, obviously.” You paused to take another drink. “I was trying to uh… get away from that guy—“
”Jean.”
“Sure, I don't remember.” You answered defeatedly, not even questioning why Armin knew who you were referring to. He sat next to you on the bed in the same way he did two weeks ago, the same arms length between the two of you. “He said something about coming home with him or whatever so I just dipped. I seriously thought I was in the bathroom…” you admitted, still trying to rack your brain and figure out how you made such a severe misjudgment.
”I’m glad you're not…”
His words come out so quiet that you're not sure what he just said. “Huh?”
Armin cleared his throat, fixing his posture so he sat up a little taller next to your crumpled form. “I— uh… said that sounds about right.” he stuttered out before he continued. “Jean is kinda…forward, I guess. I’m sorry if he made you uncomfortable.”
He felt the need to apologize for his fraternity brother’s behavior, despite the way he would prefer to never bring him up again in front of you. You wave your hand lazily towards him, brushing off the apology.
“It’s not your fault, you apologize too much.” You spit out, your inhibition making you speak before your conscience even has a chance to stop you. Armin lets out a struggled chuff, his shoulders dropping a little in defeat. You’re right, he did apologize too much. Of course you saw that.
“He wasn’t being overly creepy or anything anyways… I just wasn't interested.” You continued, Armin's eyes sparking with something you couldn’t quite place.
”Why not?” He asked. His question came out casual enough, a facade of mindless curiosity. You shrugged your shoulders, a nervous giggle as you speak. “Just not my type I guess.”
Armin felt like he was going to explode. His heart lurched when he saw you sat on his floor, disoriented and filled with guilt. All he wanted was to see you again tonight, to feel your presence. Now that he had it, he felt like he was gonna be sick. His stomach dipped with every different expression you flashed at him. His legs physically ached from how badly he wanted to brush his knee up against yours. Why would you dance with Jean if he wasn't your type? He continues to beat the horse that’s been dead for at least a week now, wondering if you felt the same urge he did.
He can’t keep you here for hours again and not say anything about the thing he felt shattering every bone. You're drunk. His shame had layers now.
Armin chuckled under his breath. He’s the first one to lay back on the bed this time, feeling as though he might pass out if he stayed upright. He lets his toes bounce lightly against the floor, the back of his calves moving against the flat edge of the bed. “So what’s your type then?”
You felt every ounce of blood in your body seem to still from his question. As much as you tried not to, you couldn’t help but read into it front to back. You’d begun to fiddle with the loose threads of the blanket you sit on. Eye contact wasn’t even in the question. Shock began to sober you a little, your easy answers slipping away. ”What do you mean?”
Maybe the clueless drunk girl thing will work. You knew he was too insightful for it to work.
“Well… I don't know. Jean’s an attractive guy. He’s decently popular with women so he must be funny and nice enough to talk to.” Armin's hands rested intertwined on his chest, his thumbs circling each other.
”True… there’s just something missing.” You said as you thought through the maze that presented itself when you tried to think of the right thing to say without exposing yourself too much.
Armin shifted a little. His teeth picked and bit at his cheek and he tasted metal. He could feel his heart thumping in between his shoulder blades. “What’s missing?”
You let out a sigh as you laid back messily onto the bed, your body language beginning to show the bits of frustration that brewed in you. You assumed this is just one of his genuine curiosities, him wanting to know for his own archives of the human mind. You wanted him to let it go and pick something else so you could take a full breath.
”Does that really matter?”
”If it didn't you would’ve gone home with him.”
“I wouldn’t have.”
“Why not?”
“Because… he’s not who I want to go home with.” You felt like you were going to choke. Armin shifted again, turning onto his side. His eyes were on you and you knew it without looking to check. You were choking.
“So there was someone you wanted to go home with?” Armin didn’t even know what he was saying. He was trying to test the waters in his own beat around the bush way. He wanted you to say something that he could bend into perceived rejection, but each answer of yours seemed to confuse him further.
“I didn't say that.”
“So what were you trying to say then?”
You shifted yourself to face him, both of you laying on your sides on the bed. His elbow was propped up so he can hold himself up, you mirrored him. You felt like you were going insane.
His eyes flashed and whirled with something you couldn’t place, his tone was almost painful. You felt like he was holding something back, but the way his eyes and his words seemed to clash made you want to scream into the mattress and kick like a child.
You told yourself that if you did see him again tonight, you were one hundred percent going to say something. You were going to end the borderline obsession you’d formed one way or another. Yet here you were, face to face with the man you’d spent the last two weeks ogling over, and you’re dodging and ducking. ”What are you trying to say?”
Armin felt a ball of apprehension in the back of his throat, swallowing hard to try and get it down. He was at his breaking point, a place he can't say he’d ever been before in this context. Uncharted territory. As the two of you went back and forth, his eyes darted down the side of your body. Saliva began pooling on the back of his tongue when he got sight of the way your body curved, the way your hips rounded so perfectly. Fuck.
He let out a strangled sigh as he spoke, his eyes staring at the wall behind you to avoid your reaction. “Would you have let Jean kiss you if he tried?”
You paused for a moment so you didn’t scream. You let out a broken laugh instead. “No.”
Armin's next words came out so quiet like he’s trying to find his voice, but like he would die if he didn't say them. “Would you let me kiss you if I tried?”
A beat of silence fell between the foot of space between you and him, the foot of space that turned into six inches without either of you noticing. You felt like you needed to pinch yourself. Maybe this is just another one of his charged questions, or some kind of sick joke.
When your eyes snapped to his, you realized it was neither. He’s serious. His lids hung slightly lower, his brows slanted. You felt the tips of your toes start to tingle, your tongue subconsciously coming out to wet your bottom lip. Your voice came out more like a breath, just barely there. “Yes.”
That’s all it took for Armin to close the space between the two of you. You blink once and his forehead is pressed to yours, his hand cupping your face like you’re holy to him. His fingers splayed over your cheek, his thumb tracing your jaw over and over again. His words came out on a shaky breath, like he is using every ounce of his self control. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now…”
“I’m half drunk…”
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The minuscule gap was closed as he pressed his lips to yours. His lips were indescribably plush and so, so warm. He kissed you almost hesitantly at first, not daring to move his lips or press them harder into yours. Once he felt you move your mouth against his that all went out the window, any shred of self control he had left vanished without a second thought.
He kissed you like he was starving, like your lips on his was the only thing keeping him alive. His fingertips curled around the beginning of your jaw just below your ear, tugging your mouth into his like he wanted to consume you. He swallowed a groan when he felt you sigh into his mouth, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip to see if you’ll take. You swiftly parted your lips to let him explore you deeper without hesitation.
And explore he did. His other hand came down to the belt loops of your jeans, sliding his fingers in them and tugging you flush to him with ease. His tongue brushed back and forth against yours, hands came to tangle in each other's hair. The way the two of you kissed was sanctified, like you had been wasting your time by spending it doing anything other than tasting each other.
You felt the clothed ridge of his dick press against your hip and you couldn’t help the way you squeezed your thighs together, your body already demanding some kind of friction.
He broke from the kiss, his lips swollen and flushed. His eyes pleaded as he spoke. “Tell me you’ll remember this tomorrow…that you’ve been thinking about this like I have, please.”
You let out a strangled chuckle, dropping your forehead to his shoulder. If only he knew. You began to leave a wet trail of kisses up his throat, sloppy and half-hazard in between your words. “…I’ve thinking about this since we met.”
A kiss.
“thinking about you…”
Another.
“I haven’t been able to get away from you, you're everywhere..”
Armin let out a sharp groan at your words, his hand grabbing for your face to pull you back up to his lips. He kissed you like he wanted to swallow you whole, like he'd been fantasizing about this just as relentlessly as you have the past two weeks.
“Fuck…you’ve made me lose my mind since that night. All I can think about is you.” He breathed out against your mouth, the confirmation made you exhale shakily as you felt anything that's not you and him in his bed completely disappear. Your leg hooked around the side of him and you pressed your body weight against him so he’d roll onto his back.
You barely had to force. Armin’s mouth went slightly agape as he watched you sit on top of him, his eyes deepening in a way that could hypnotize you if you let them. The weight of you on his lap was enough to make him twitch, but the way the soft lines of your curves pooled and dipped sent his brain into overdrive.
He grasped and clutched at your hips as you brought your mouth back down to his, a sharp exhale leaving him when you instinctively rolled your hips forward. Just once. Not enough but far too much.
“Y/n… you don't have to do… we can take things slow if you want. I don't want you to feel— oh fuck.” He began, but was quickly cut off by how you drew your tongue up the side of his neck, teeth dragging against the skin right below his pulse point. His shaky hands slid up your hips and landed just below your ribs, his fingertips curling around the bottom hem of your shirt.
“Do you want to take things slower?” You breathed into his ear, his head shaking rapidly in response. He was unable to get the words ‘fuck no’ out fast enough. “Good. Me neither.” You giggled as you grabbed his wrists and slid the palms of his hands under your shirt. His hands splayed over the skin of your stomach, wanting to cover as much surface area as he could.
He continued to slide his hands up further, studying you with an undying precision. He had imagined you like this so many times, and even the best of it didn't come close to the way you felt in his hands.
He began trailing them over the lace that covered the swells of your breasts. He brushed his thumb against your nipple over the thin mesh of your bra, grinning when he heard you let out a stifled whine into his mouth. His other hand went back down to tug and grip at the bottom of your shirt, his voice desperate and gravelly. “Take this off. Please, baby.”
The pet name had you complying immediately, sliding the shirt off with ease and tossing it across the room. His eyes darkened as he drank you in, his hands trailing up and down your bare skin as if he'd never seen anything this perfect.
He started to sit up, holding you against him as he shifted the two of you to the head of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. You settled on top of his lap again and he grabbed at your ass like a rabid animal. His lips started to attack your neck, his kisses there being irreverent and famished.
You ground your hips down onto him again when you felt him trail his mouth down to your collarbones, and then to the pudge of your breasts that dared to spill over the edge of your bra. He let out a hiss against your skin, biting and sucking so a mark would be left there. He needed you to have a reminder of this that you’d see even if he escaped your mind. He needed you to remember him.
You started to wiggle against his lap as he stuck his tongue out to soothe the bruised skin. His hands came to grasp your hips, holding you still with unexpected strength. “Fucking hell, you gotta stop moving like that…” he mumbled into your soft skin. He wanted to worship you. He wasn’t going to let that be ruined by his own weakness.
You let out a breathy sound, the feeling of his fingertips pressing into your skin to keep your hips immobile made you yearn for something more. Armin kept his mouth on you the entire time his hand started to caress your stomach, landing low at the edge of your jeans. He fiddled with the buttons and looked up at you through ignited eyes, eliciting a gasp out of you as he toyed with the hem of your underwear.
“Wanna touch you some more before you make me cum in my pants…” he muttered out, low and sure. He touched you everywhere but where you needed him most. It was torture. It was so good.
He ran a single fingertip over your clothed core, groaning into your shoulder like a wounded animal when he felt how soaked you were. “Jesus Christ… you can't be real.”
Your hips bucked against his finger, your clit begging for something… anything. It was like he read your mind when he finally slid the crotch of your underwear to the side, taking that same finger and running it up your slit, collecting some of your slick and settling it on your swollen nub to rub painfully slow circles.
“Fuck, fuck Armin..” you moaned out, your hands reaching for his shoulders to steady yourself. Armin let out a stifled whimper at the sound of his name falling off your lips in such a perverted tone. He felt his dick pulse wildly in his pants, but his own release was the last thing on his mind.
He continued to work your clit with his finger, smiling against your skin when he felt you relax fully into his lap, every muscle in your body starting to become pliable. “Please, baby. Let me make you feel good…. let me take care of you in the way you deserve. God, you look so pretty. So fucking pretty.”
His muffled slew of words had you moaning profanities into the thick air around you, and he felt each one of them reverberate through his body and shoot straight to his crotch. He felt your heavy breaths on his skin, goosebumps trailing down his arms. He sped up his circles, watching the way you tilted your head back and rolled your hips into his palm.
The air was sucked out of his lungs every time he looked at you, it was almost painful how breathtaking you were. He was completely lost in you. You had him so deeply at your mercy, there wasn't anything he wouldn’t do if you asked for it.
A sharp gasp left you as he shifted his hand, using his thumb now to rub your clit while his middle finger toyed at your entrance. He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes dazed and on fire despite their cool hue. “Can I…?” He asked sweetly, so sweetly that you felt your chest swell. He was the kind of lover you’d hoped for most, devoted but deeply desperate. Once he felt the way your body responded to him, the only thing he thought about was how many different ways he could make you cum. His own pleasure was a distant afterthought.
You nodded furiously and a coy grin spread across his face. “I need you to tell me, y/n… need to hear you say it.” He teased as he dipped just the slightest bit of his fingertip into you. It took everything in him not to bury every last knuckle once he felt the tight band of muscle kiss his fingertip with a throb.
“God— please, baby. Need your fingers, don't you wanna feel me?” You pouted, your voice so erotic Armin thought he might die on the spot. He wasted no time, sliding his slender finger into you and cursing under his breath as he felt your walls immediately squeeze it.
“Hm— fuck, baby. You’re so tight… I’m gonna add another, okay?” He groaned, his question being met with a choked out ‘yes’ from you. He slid his ring finger into you to join his middle finger as his thumb continued to swirl around your clit. You whined into his neck, your body shuddering at the stretch.
You jutted your hips down onto his hand, and he took that as a green light. He started pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, wanting to memorize the feel of you like this. He rolled his wrist against the inside seam of your jeans as he started fucking you faster with his fingers, looking down to see his hand stuffed desperately into your pants as you humped against it. He was done for.
Your face pressed up against his neck, drool threatening to leave your slightly agape mouth as he worked you out. His words were fucking filthy, his knack for writing showing even now.
“You feel so good… fuck— you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about making you moan like this.”
“I’m so fucking hooked on you, my god. Tell me what you want, I’ll do anything…”
”I can feel you squeezing, baby. You like it like this? I’ll give it to you over and over again.”
Your body hummed with rapture as he cooed his filth. Your mind was hazy, the only thing you could feel being his fingers working you out as if they were made for it. They started to nudge that spot deep inside of you that made spots appear in your vision. You choked out a moan, your voice wrecked and laced with pure bliss. “Shit— right there… don’t fucking stop.”
The way you demanded him made his chest flood with heat, his free hand coming up to toy with your nipple over the thin fabric of your bra. “I won't, baby. God, not when you sound like that… take this off, please.” He panted as he tugged at the underwire.
You reached your hands back behind you, your hips still grinding into his hand. You undid the clasp of your bra, your fingers trembling making it a little harder than it should’ve been. You let your bra slide down your arms and you tossed it aimlessly to the side.
Armin's eyes grew wide with desire at the sight of you. Topless, blissed out, bucking your hips to ride his hand. He let out a shaky whimper as he watched your tits bounce in his face. He grabbed one of your nipples between the thumb and forefinger of his free hand, rolling the sensitive bud.
“Oh god… baby I— shit. You’re gonna make me…” you cried out, the familiar bubble begging to swell deep in your stomach. Armin kept his movements steady, his voice dripping with desperation as he whispered into your ear. “Fuck, y/n. Let me make you cum… please. I need it. Need to know what you sound like when you cum, what you feel like…”
You sobbed out against him, a string of profanities falling from your lips. You felt yourself start to flutter around him, your eyes glued shut and your body thrumming with an indescribable pleasure. He lowered his head, using his free hand to hold your breast as he took your nipple into his mouth. You felt him swirl his tongue and bite down gently, and that sent you over the edge into oblivion.
You grabbed mindlessly at the hair at the base of his skull, tugging and letting out a ragged mewl. Your orgasm ripped through you like a bolt of lightning, all consuming and persistent. You shook wildly against him, and Armin's eyes were trailing your every movement. Every shiver felt sacred. Every moan made his dick spill a little more into his boxers.
His mouth found yours with fervor as he worked you down from your release, his kisses slow and tumultuous. The way you struggled to keep your mouth pressed to his made him want to drop to his knees. He wanted to make you cum so many times that he’d spoil the feeling for you for any lover after him.
You let out muffled cries into his mouth as he continued to pump his fingers slowly. He was still so greedy. He couldn't stop, his fingers would have to be ripped away from your pussy to make him stop.
You twitched harshly as his thumb brushed up against your overwhelmed clit. You croaked out a groan, grabbing his wrist to stop his movements as you collapsed into his lap, forehead falling to his chest. “B-baby… I c-can’t. Too much…”
Armin let out a stifled whine against your hair, but he reluctantly stopped his movements anyways. He was addicted to you, your smell, the feeling of your bare tits pressed up against him. He slid his fingers out of you and you shuddered from the loss.
He brought his fingers to his mouth with zero hesitation, sucking every last drop of you off of them. He let out a pathetic whine as the taste of you spread across his tongue, he would never get enough of you. “So perfect..” he muttered to himself as you finally began to catch your breath.
He shifted the both of you, holding your limp body against his like it was pure gold in his hands. He laid back and moved you to rest your head on his chest, his fingers tracing unrecognizable shapes onto your bare back. A few moments of bliss filled silence washed over the two of you before Armin broke it, his voice much mushier now. “…have you really been thinking about me too?”
You raised your head to look up at him, his eyes like a begging puppy. You let out a small giggle, your head falling back to his chest. “Armin, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. That's why I came here tonight in the first place.”
You felt his chest release, a deep exhale coming out of him like he was holding his breath that whole time. “I’m so glad you came tonight—“ he cuts off, bringing his hand up to his forehead and wincing when he realizes what he just said. “I mean, I’m glad you showed up. Yeah.”
You let out a stifled chuckle into his chest, him returning the favor as he continued. “Well I am glad you came too. You know, the other way. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life and I’m really glad you felt safe enough to share that with me and… okay im just gonna shut up now.”
You laughed at how easily he got flustered, but you still rubbed small circles into his chest as reassurance. A way to say ‘I see you’ without any words. Your gaze shifted down to his crotch and the tent that remained firmly pitched in his pants. You reached to toy with the waistband, his hands quickly coming down to stop you.
You shot him a concerned look, his face turning a bright shade of crimson. His voice came out stuttered and slow. “You… don't have to do anything. This was about you anyways…”
Your brows lowered as you ran your palm over the hard ridge of his dick through his pants, his hips twitching and his legs shaking a little. He let out a choked sigh, his face turning impossibly redder. “I—fuck. I already uh…”
You cocked a brow, the confusion in your expression softening when you noticed the wet patch leaking through the fabric. Oh my god. You had made Armin Arlert cum in his pants. Without even touching him.
A wild smirk spread across your face as you looked back up at him, his hands covering his face as he let out a defeated laugh. “I told you it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen… I wasn't lying.”
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.
prompt: you underestimated nerdmin as a whole person and treated him like shit your entire high school (and college) life, only to find out he isn't so bad after all..
warnings: MDNI college au, smut, crying during sex, cunnilingus, down bad armin, dom reader, slightly mean reader cursing.
requested at (click here) by: @honeyedangels
authors note: this took quite a while... hope you like it! ps. i’m still writing for avatar and i am working on some requests.
“hey..?” the voice is barely audible behind you. between the chatter of passers by, laughter, and squeaking shoes, you almost don’t hear it.
you keep walking.
“hey-”
the voice comes again, a little louder this time. you stop with an irritated sigh and turn around. “what?”
armin. he hesitates for a moment, staring at you with wide eyes, a wallet in his hand. “you.. you dropped this.”
your eyes drop, very briefly to his red rimmed fingertips gripping your brand new wallet. your hands rest on your hips, one leg shifting your weight to the other. “thanks.” you murmur, snatching the wallet and walking straight to class.
you couldn't be seen with that loser, the one who skips lunch with his friends to stay in the library and study literature or marine biology, the one who has all of the potential in the world to be like his best friend but deliberately chooses to avoid that path… yeah, no.
but ever since he approached you with your wallet in hand, it feels like everywhere you go, armin is there. scribbling in his stupid textbook and following eren around like a puppy.
maybe it's because nobody ever notices him around campus, and now that his existence has been made known to you, he's more present. and for reasons you do not dare name, your stomach twists every time you catch him staring.
later that day, you’re in the library with your friends, searching for a book you need for a project, you bend slightly, having finally spotted the book, and reach for it immediately, thats before armin walks past and his thigh brushes against your ass.
you stand straight immediately, looking up at him angrily. “what are you doing, spazz?”
“im just walking past, sorry.” he says, fixing his glasses and walking away fast.
“what’s his issue?” your friend whispers, handing you the book.
“he's an idiot.” you murmur, handing in your library card and leaving with your friends.
another day, you’re in the lounge room, and your friends catch you staring at armin. “you know, for someone who hates him so much.. we catch you looking way too much.”
“he’s reading a book. while everyone else talks around him. it’s almost impressive.”
one afternoon, after all the day's courses have been completed, people are throwing parties, especially the theta chi frat guys. and as one of the most sought over women in uni, of course you're invited!
you stroll up about fifteen minutes late and your presence is known immediately… who happens to be the first person you see when you walk in? armin. surrounded by his jock friends and of course, all he’s doing is watching them talk while he alternates between drinking and reading.
at some point you're standing in the living room, chatting with some friends, dancing and drinking a cup of beer. suddenly, someone bumps into you with a gasp and you feel the freezing, wet sensation of liquid spilling all over you and staining your dress.
“what the fuck?!” you exclaim, whipping around to see none other than armin. your eyes roll around immediately and he cowards back awkwardly.
“i'm sorry!” he squeaks, using his forearm and attempting, pathetically so, to clean it off of you himself. “i'm sorry! look, i have the perfect idea! come with me.”
“no im not ‘coming with you’ i cannot be seen with a loser like you, armin!” you whisper harshly, not noticing that he’s already dragging you upstairs.
“come on… sit down” he says quietly, gesturing towards the bathroom vanity.
“why? so you can mess with my outfit even more?”
somewhere in between your harsh words and constant grumbling, armin finds a perfume bottle and a blowdryer. “this’ll fix it, i promise.”
“make this quick.” you murmur reluctantly, watching him spray perfume on your side and plug in the blow dryer.
he looks kinda cute actually, ears red, glasses nearly falling off his nose before he finally uses one finger to put them back in their rightful place, pink tongue poking out in concentration as if this isn't the easiest task of all time.
you catch a glimpse of his tongue piercing and suddenly the loser you’ve hated since highschool is just flat out hot.
“almost done..” he whispers, breath fanning against your side. armin finally takes a look up at you, only to meet your hooded eyes and tiny smirk.
“what?” he says awkwardly, almost shyly. shifting his weight and turning his attention back to your side.
“you just look very cute.. that's all.”
he stands up straight, quicker than you can say ‘cute’ and his face is flushed completely. “you bully me every day! what do you mean i'm cute?”
“yeah, cause you're a loser… but you’re a cute one.”
your hands move slowly up his chest, hovering before landing on his soft cheek and pulling him closer. His breath catches and he looks down at you.. at your lips. “you’ve probably never been this close to a woman, have you?” you whisper sweetly.
“y- yes! yes! of course i have!” he swallows fiddling with his hands as if he’s trying to find a place to put them. your eyebrow raises and he sighs, “no.. i haven’t–but its okay, right?”
“mm, yeah.. i guess so.”
he frowns slightly, hand finally moving to your side, trembling slightly. “there’s still beer on your dress.”
your hand moves to your back, feeling at it, searching for the zipper.
“hey! hey! what are you doing?!” armin gasps, fixing his glasses again.
“what? i'm just taking my dress off.”
he stares at you for a few seconds before taking a breath and calming down.
“let’s go to one of the bedrooms?” you ask
“you know i live here, right? i'm a part of the fraternity too..”
“no, i actually couldn’t even imagine you in a frat.”
he shakes his head, taking every word seriously. armin leads you into his room and you get a view of his astrological posters, books, and globe lamps. “do you like it?” he asks.
you don’t answer, dropping onto the bed and finally allowing your dress to slip off.
armin stays silent after that, watching you with flushed cheeks and a new hunger in his eyes. you take his hands and move them to your bra. “do you know what to do from here?”
he nods gently. “i’ve heard my friends talk about it and stuff.”
“yeah?” you say, unclipping your bra, eyes never leaving his.
armin holds his breath, helping you out of your bra and palming your tits immediately.
you watch his eyebrows twitch as he squeezes them, maybe he lied. you take his thumbs and brush them over your nipples, gasping to demonstrate how pleasurable it is.
“did you like that?” he murmurs.
you just nod, and so he takes it from you.. gaining confidence and flicking his thumbs over your hardened peaks over and over again.
armin smiles at your reactions, your whimpers, and pinches one lightly.
he finally sits beside you and kisses you, slow at first, then you take over and slip your tongue into his mouth.
your tongues dance and you can feel his piercing sliding against your tongues’ flat dorsal surface.
you break the kiss and lay down, pulling him by his wrists into the valley between your legs, armin kisses you gently again, hands exploring your body hesitantly.
he finally reaches your core, circling your clit through your panties, teasing your entrance softly.
“armin..” you whisper, pushing his shoulders and guiding him down.
he quickly shoves your panties to the side and just examines your bare, wet folds for a second… “wow.” he whispers, breath warm against your pussy.
“go ahead,” you shift, sliding closer. “taste it.”
armin's smile is soft, and he obeys quickly, tongue slicing through your folds, tasting and swallowing your slick.
he moans, hands kneading your soft thighs, glasses pressing against the round fat of your pussy.
“take those glasses of, nerd.” you say, quite harsh but right now you don’t even care.. you need him fully.
armin whimpers into your mound, taking his glasses off and giving them to you.
you bite the temple tips of his glasses and watch him eat you out greedily. you take a look at his lenses and notice small drops of water on them, then you look back down at armin and realize that he's crying.
crying literal tears. while he eats your pussy.
“armin.. why are you crying?” you murmur.
he sniffles but keeps going, whimpering quietly. “you’re so rude to me…”
you frown slightly, feeling sort of guilty now. “you’re doing so good, how’s that? i’ll reward you after..”
he looks up from in between your legs, tongue still flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves. “okay.. yes.”
“gooood” you moan, fingers curling in his hair, legs trembling, hips bucking until you finally cum on his tongue.
armin slurps it up like a man starved, squeezing your thighs and thanking you breathlessly.
he teases you by circling your swollen clit with his tongue piercing. “armin..” you moan softly, “you don’t mind if i take care of everything myself, do you?”
you stand carefully, sliding your last piece of clothing—your panties—off and staring down at him.
he shakes his head, lips parted.
“okay.. do you want your glasses? so you can see me better?”
he nods this time, taking them and putting them back on, eyeing you desperately.
“okay.” you whisper, cupping his face and kissing him once more.
he moans into the kiss, hips bucking, hand palming his cock through his jeans.
“unt-unt.” you say, taking his wrists and moving them to your waist. “you said you’d let me take care of everything.”
“yes.” he nods, whimpering despite himself. your fingers hook into his waistband, other hand unzipping his jeans and pulling them down.
he’s in his boxers and a collared shirt now, panting.. pathetic. he watches as you unbutton his shirt and pull it off of him.
armin’s six pack is more defined than you’d imagined, but you’re not complaining.
your hands explore his body, tracing his abs and circling his pecs… “you can take your boxers off now.” you whisper.
he moves quick, tearing them off and spreading his legs invitingly, eyebrows furrowed in pain.
his dick is so hard it’s twitching, leaking precum. it bounces against his stomach as soon as his boxers come off. the tip is swollen and red, so needy for your touch.
you scoff, smiling softly at him. “you need me that bad, armin?”
he nods, swallowing loud, whimpering for you.
“well alright then..” you shift closer, brace your hands on his shoulders, and take your seat right on his leaking cock.
he moans so loud that you have to stick two fingers in his mouth as you bottom out completely.
“ah! mmmm..” he whimpers, hands gripping your ass now.
you roll your hips and bounce gently, feeling every vein and twitch of his cock.
“nghh—slow.. please!” he moans, looking down and watching your pussy swallow him.
you feel his heart hammering against your palm and move faster, clit dragging against his pelvis with ever roll of your hips.
his body jerks, strangled moans ripping out of his throat, sweat dripping down his intricate abs.
“don’t.. ahnn.. don’t stop! mmphh.”
his hips buck, thighs trembling uncontrollably beneath you.
he moans repeatedly, whimpering everytime he loses his breath.. poor armin can’t even speak anymore.
his hips suddenly begin moving as fast as you, chasing a high only you can grant him.. he shoots thick ropes of come into you, whole body trembling, fingers now kneading gentler, trembling cutting off.
you pant and look down, only to notice the complete mess you’ve made of his lap and bed sheets, armin helps you up, watching his juices drip out of you.
you lay beside him immediately, kissing down his neck, throwing one leg over his thighs.
“did i do good?” he whispers.
“so good.. such a good boy.” you kiss him again, fingers twisting his blonde locks.
The fall semester is nearing its end, and the only thing you’ve been up to is finals, of course. However, there’s somebody else who has piqued your interest lately at the library where you’ve been studying…
Armin Arlert, the library assistant at your college.
Every time you pop into the library for a long study session alone, you constantly manage to grab his attention.
Maybe it’s because of how put-together you always are? Or how good you look in those tiny skirts you wear from time to time?
You’ve had many interactions with him: when you need help finding a book on the subject you’re learning about, or with a question you’re struggling with, somehow he’s always there whenever you need him. You find it cute. Even though he seems somewhat reserved whenever he’s around you. Then again, both of you are somewhat strangers to other. Sometimes you wish it could be more than that…
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“I need to stop procrastinating and finish this damn essay for psych,” you said, heaving a sigh.
“Why don’t you head over to the library instead of staying in the dorm with me and Sasha?" Mikasa offers as she cleans up around the dorm you share. “Plus, once you’re done, we can all have movie night together! I’m dying to have one again,” Sasha chimes in, agreeing with Mikasa.
“Yeah, you’re right. I was thinking about going out in a bit. I just wanna get ready before I go,” you say as you slowly head to the bathroom to touch up your makeup and find a cute outfit to put on.
“Getting ready for the library, I see? Is there somebody specific you’re hoping to see hm?” Mikasa giggles, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of you.
“Maybe y/n is going to pay Armin a little visit,” Sasha teases, giggling with Mikasa.
You froze for a second, thinking about how you’ve been caught…
“How do you guys know me so well,” you sighed in disbelief. Mikasa and Sasha always know when you’re up to something. Maybe Armin has mentioned you when they all hang out… I mean, they’ve all been good friends for years. I’m sure you get brought up from time to time..
“Well, don’t go doing anything stupid. You need to get your finals done, deadlines are approaching way too fast,” Mikasa scolds you a bit for not being on track with your academics.
“I know, I know. I will,” you sigh loudly enough for everyone to hear. You finished getting ready to head out, slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. “I’m gonna head out now, see you later, guys. I’ll send a text in the group chat if I’m coming back late.” Mikasa nods, and Sasha blows you a kiss goodbye, wishing you well on your studies as you hurry out the door.
You finally made it to the library after you grabbed a coffee and a sweet treat, so you’re motivated enough to write your essay.
As you approach the building, you’re eager to see if the blondie is on his shift. Maybe he’s just as eager to see you, too? You shrug away the thought as you enter the building through those heavy wooden doors.
Finally, you enter the library, inhaling the smell of still air and old books. You take the elevator to go to on 5th floor of the library.
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*ding* you’re here
Stepping out of the elevator, you sigh in relief at how very few people are on this floor. You walk around, looking at shelves upon shelves of books as you look for a secluded place to do your work.
While looking for a spot, you suddenly catch a glimpse of the very person you hoped to see.
His beautiful blonde hair was hard to miss; those sweet blue eyes that make your heart flutter every time he stares at you a little too long, glasses that slide down his nose when he looks down at you. There was no doubt about it. He was already staring at you the moment he noticed you were here.
He smiled when he saw you, waving slightly. Both of you make quick but heavy eye contact with one another. Before you could break eye contact with him, he says, “Let me know if you need help with anything. I’ll be happy to help.” You blush at his kindness but quickly nod and thank him as he goes back to stacking books up on the shelf.
You continue walking and find a seat close enough to be able find him if you needed to. You set everything down on the table, sipping your cup of coffee and resting a bit before you started working. Eventually, you pull out your laptop and notebooks, getting comfortable and ready to start working when you realize, “shit… I forgot my textbook.” You suddenly recall that you left it on your desk in your bedroom, frustrated at the thought since you need it to write your psych essay.
Maybe Armin can help me… You smile at the thought of him helping you out. Eager to find him, you slowly get up, pulling yourself together while you make your way through the narrow walls of bookshelves, hoping to find him, and you eventually do. You find him near the back; the walls of bookshelves tower over both of you.
There he is…You found him organizing more stacks of books, immersed in his own world.
Before approaching him, you stop to admire him..
You don’t know why, but there’s just something about him that you can’t seem to resist, like a moth attracted to the light. You continue walking closer to him.
“Hey Armin, is there any way you guys happen to have this psych textbook? I desperately need it for my essay that’s due on Friday,” you asked.
He startles and quickly turns to you, immediately recognizing your voice. “Uh- y-yeah, yeah! I definitely have it. What was the name of the textbook again?” he stutters, eyes lowered while trying not to make too much eye contact with you. You quickly tell him the name of the book you’re looking for.
"I believe it should be around here… you can follow me,” he says as you continue to thank him for helping you out, which managed to crack a cute smile from him. “The book should be here somewhere…” He ran his slender fingers along the spines of each book he looked through. At last, he does find it and hands it over to you, giving you a small smile. Before you can say anything, he suddenly decides to asks you something.
“By the way, your name is y/n right? Sorry I know that was out of the blue,” he quickly looks down at his feet out of nervousness, hoping you don’t notice. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of him saying your name. After all, you do have mutual friends, yet you’re intrigued who told him about you...
“Yeah it is. Who told you that?” you shoot him a snarky grin as he stammers to explain himself. “Eren actually told me since you dorm with his girlfriend Mikasa. We’re all pretty close friends and I’ve always seen you around a lot, so I just wanted to know…”he starts rambling in an attempt to reassure you so he doesn’t come off as a perv somehow.
You giggle at what he says. Seeing just how flushed he gets when he talks to you, you can’t help but want to tease him more. “Honestly I wanted to get to know you too. I mean… I see the way you stare at me,” you say as you slowly move closer to him.
He realizes what you’re doing and clenches his jaw as he looks you up and down. You see the way his eyes drop down directly at your chest for a moment, lingering before they snap back up to your face. Can you blame him though? You were wearing a low-cut long sleeve top, with no bra underneath as your nipple piercings peaked through your tight fitting top.
He can’t help the fact that his dick twitches at the thought of being this close to you. The air suddenly feels thick and heavy around you, and he’s trying so hard to keep his composure but the way you look at him makes it all that more difficult… you want him and he knows that.
You can’t help but be a bit bold. “Would you want my number? I think you can get good use out of it, no?” you hummed to yourself. He was not expecting that… He looks dumbfounded at what you said, feeling flabbergasted at how blunt you are. He slowly nods his head, not knowing what to say he blurts out, “y-yeah of course.” He shakily hands you his phone. Putting your digits in, you swiftly hand the phone back to him. His fingers accidentally brushed against yours.
You both don’t say anything for a while; just taking each other in for a moment. The tension between you is unbearable. Armin stands there stiff as wood, trying to figure out what to say to you next, but you quickly say something first to break the silence.
“Well I really should get back to my work. Maybe you can find me again once your shift is over?” you grin, waiting for his response.
“Yeah I get off in about an hour so maybe you can use some help, i-if you would like that. I believe I’ve taken the class before too,” he says while trying to keep his cool. Knowing me, I need all the help I can get. You sigh in relief, nodding at his offer.
“Thenn I’ll see you later okay?” winking at him as you slowly turn and walk back to your seat.
“Fuck me…”Armin mumbles lowly under his breath while watching you walk away, getting a good look at the tiny black miniskirt you happen to be wearing. He can’t help but wonder if you’re the slutty type or if you wear a thong underneath your skirts… Pervert. He shrugs his dirty thoughts away and goes back to his work.
You return to where you left your stuff. Finally, you take a seat, trying to concentrate on your essay, but you can’t seem to get him off your mind. I wonder if he’ll actually help me, you think to yourself as you work on your essay.
Before you realize it, two hours have gone by.
It’s 7:00 pm on the dot, and the 5th floor is completely empty by now. You decide to text the group chat you have with the girls.
You: Guys, I’m still at the library I think I’m gonna be here until it closes, it feels like..
Sasha: Nooo we were hoping you could have dinner with us :((
You: I wish but I have 2 more pages to go babes
Mikasa: I’ll save you a plate so you have dinner to enjoy when you get home <3
Sasha: Aw okay we’ll miss you now go finish that essay !
You: Ily both i’ll catch you guys later :3
As you put your phone away, guess who finally shows up?
It’s Armin, of course. As soon as you see him, you give him a gesture to come over. He notices you as he begins to walk towards you. He’s finally off his shift. In his comfortable clothes, you can’t help but stare at him. He quickly notices, making him nervous as he approaches the seat next to you. Quite bold of him.
“Hey y/n, how’s the essay coming along?” he takes a seat, trying not to make eye contact with you as he starts making himself comfortable, pulling out his laptop and his notes. “I’m telling you this is literally torture. How am I supposed to finish a 6-page essay in two days?” you complained. Felt like the exhaustion from all the stress during finals week has gotten to you.
“It’s doable, but at least I can help you out. Can I take a look?” he asks. You move your laptop so he can see what you’ve written so far, without realizing he gets significantly closer to you to get a better look. You feel his knee bump into yours. That’s when he realizes how close he was to you. “O-oh sorry, am I too close?” he asks, ears turning red from embarrassment. “Get closer if you want,” you say, slightly flustered.
As you say that, he leans slightly closer to you, his body reacting first before his mind does. At this closeness, he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume on your neck. It kinda smells like cherries, he thinks to himself. God, he can’t get enough of you. He wants you on him.
The sexual tension between you two gets stronger; it’s just you and him in the library. Forget your essay. It’s such a perfect time for one of you to make a move on the other. Pausing for a moment, you look up at him. “Armin… have you ever kissed anyone before?”
His breath hitched at your words. “N-no, I actually haven’t done anything like that with anyone before,” he replies. “Really…? Not even a little peck?” you teased him. He quickly shook his head no. All he could focus on was the way you’re looking at him.
“Then… can I be your first?” you ask, failing not to burn up at your own words. He freezes for a moment. “I-I mean.. how can I say no to you?” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. You gently grab his face while staring into his pretty eyes. “Just follow my lead, okay?” you whispered into his ear. He nods. Tilting his head, he’s leaning towards you. Your lips softly brush together, kissing him ever so slowly but desperately. He already lost his composure when you pressed your lips against his. He’s been wanting this for so long.
Armin is a fast learner, though. He’s doing such a good job mirroring your movements to the point where you started wondering if he’d actually done this before… Gaining more confidence, he slowly starts to swirl his tongue around yours, and you feel the slight pressure of his tongue piercing. Oh? It surprised you, the fact that he has one.
Your heart is racing, and you can’t help but crave more. The kiss is getting more intense as he slowly slides his hand onto your thigh, caressing it ever so lightly. You moaned in his mouth, pressing your thighs together from how good he makes you feel. Fuck. If he wasn’t already hard now… he thought, while he breaks apart from the kiss, letting you catch your breath.
He was still grabbing your thigh. “Didn’t expect you to have a tongue piercing,” you said softly as a small smile touched your lips. “Y-yeah.. I kinda forgot to mention that. I hope that wasn’t weird for you.” He swallows hard, throat feeling dry, trying to regain some composure as his hand lets go of your thigh. “No, I enjoyed it. It was really hot,” you murmured slightly, getting close to him again. You put your hand on his chest, gliding it lower and reaching for his crotch. Feeling how hard he is, you gasped quietly.
Armin tilts his head back, letting out a low whine just from your touch. Fuck. He’s so hard it hurts… He clenches his jaw tightly, teeth grinding against each other, thinking about all the things he can do to you while no one’s watching. It’s exactly what he needs to relieve himself. You can’t help but bite your lip, showing him how badly you want it. “You’re such a virgin Armin, it’s cute. Do you want to keep going?” you asked, continuing to palm his erection.
“Yes. Please y/n,” he says as he bites back a moan. With that, you make your move, fixing your bunched-up miniskirt as you slowly get up from your seat. He definitely caught a glimpse of your underwear. “Lace panties? How fitting…” he cooed. Your face turns red at his remark. “You’re such a pervert.” He leans back in his seat, spreading his legs out just a bit. He feels his pants tightening even more at the pretty view in front of him. Armin reaches his hand out for you, and you’re surprised at him taking the lead. You grab his hand, and he’s pulling you straight into his lap.
You’re flustered when he sets you down on top of him, grabbing your waist softly. Immediately feeling his bulge now directly on your cunt, you can’t help but start grinding back and forth on him. Gasps and moans slowly leave your mouth. “You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to do this with you,” he whispered. A sudden neediness fills his voice as his hips try to match your pace. He feels how wet you are for him.
Oh fuck. He can cum just by doing this. If you keep going any longer, he might just…
On queue, you slowly stop bucking your hips onto him, almost like you read his mind. “Armin… I don’t want you to cum just yet,” you said coyly. He throws his head back, feeling breathless. “Please, y/n I’ll do anything,” staring at you so desperately with those pretty eyes. “Anything…?” Your adrenaline kicks in a little, continuing the deep eye contact you both make with one another. “You should kiss me slowly down my neck, then you can go from there,” you say in a haze.
“L-like this?” Firmly grabbing your waist, he leans closer, starting to kiss the top of your neck. Not knowing what he’s really doing, he slowly goes lower and lower, nibbling your skin ever so gently, letting out faint moans. “You’re doing so well Armin… you want me to take my top off for you?” you say teasingly as you bite your lip. Without hesitation, he’s already lifting your top off, desperately wanting to see how hot nipple piercings look on you. “Fuck y/n. How do you keep getting hotter,” he murmurs, already grabbing your tits with the cold touch of his hands.
His words send a tingle down your spine as he firmly gropes your chest. Seeing the glare in his eyes you he knows exactly what he wants to do with you. He shudders out a “Can I...?”
Tilting your head, you give him a sweet smirk.
“Go ahead, but... remember what I told you, okay?” He doesn’t even care if you won’t let him cum yet, he just wants to make you feel good..
He exhales, and before you know it, you feel him sinking his mouth in, feeling his tongue piercing glide over your nipple piercing. His tongue circles around it softly as he gropes the other tit.
The feeling makes you quiver, throwing your head back, and blurting out many moans that echo around the library.
Armin realizes how loud both of you have been. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, though..
“If you’re too loud, we might get caught,” he says between heavy breaths. You can’t help but whine in annoyance. “I hope we get caught so everyone can see how desperate you are to get your dick wet,” you say, biting back a moan as you start rolling your cunt over his hard erection again.
He can feel how wet you are against him through the fabric of your underwear. Armin jolts a little as he hears what you said.
“Y/n, please. You’re gonna make me cum and I’m not even inside you..” he whines. Seeing the desperation in his eyes
The way he’s looking at you is mesmerizing, observing his desire for you
You can’t help but give in. How could you not?
You let him know you’re giving in by slowly smirking at him
He starts grabbing onto you waist again moving your hips up and down rubbing against his cock, his pace gets faster and faster
Leaning towards him now kissing him up his neck, slightly biting his collarbone, leaving him all red
Letting desperate whines from his mouth, he breathes out “ Mmph just like that y/n,” he murmured
You remain calm while continuing to kiss him, leaving a few hickey marks on his neck. His groaning is growing louder and more needy
Armin is not lasting another second of this feeling, his vision fading..
“fuck, I can’t— I-I’m almost-” inhaling sharply, bucking your hips down one last time before he releases, he cums fucking hard. His body jolts harshly from the intensity of his orgasm, his hands gripping your hips tightly as a string of moans leaves his mouth. The sight of him like this makes you cry out, reaching your peak. All you can hear is the sounds of your breathing as you come down from your high.
Armin feels his body limp, hair sticks to his forehead from all the sweating. After catching your breath, you feel a wet spot underneath you, realizing you made a mess in his pants and realizing what he just did.
You stop to look back up at him, arching your back lightly as you feel the pool of wetness under you. "armin, did you just cum? I guess you really are a virgin," you tease him.
"Shitt," he says, deeply gasping for air. You lean towards him, putting your head on his chest. As you both try to catch your breath, exhausted, you say, "We should do more of these study sessions. I have a thing or two I can teach you." You giggle, and his face turns red from embarrassment. Soon after you say those words, you both hear an unexpected *ding* from the elevator.
Hearing someone walking inside the building, both of you freeze in place, staring at each other. Remembering you're still in the library, you both realize you aren't alone anymore..
Oh god, if anyone sees you both as a hot mess and you on Armin's lap, both of you are done for. You swiftly hop off his lap, pulling your top back on, fixing your lifted miniskirt. As you do, you finally get a good look at the mess you made all over his pants.
You turn your head away, noticing he was also staring down at his pants.
You sit back down next to him, keeping your composure as he leans back in his chair, wiping the sweat off his forehead, fixing his messy hair, and cleaning off his glasses. You can help but stare, seeing how good he looks after practically ruining him.
"Should we get back to working on your essay?" he whispers, giving u a soft smile.
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notes: I hope you enjoyed! this is my first time writing something like this so lmk if should more like this
update 8/11: sorry for the long awaited update life has been ROUGH but thank you for all the support on my first fic recently uploaded a new work abt nerd armin & fratboy eren check it out if you enjoy this one <3
Summary: You ask Armin to help you study, with a happy little accident your relationship evolves into more than just friends.
Warnings: Heavy smut, making out, thigh gripping, dry humping, thigh grinding, slight tit play, palming, fingering, PnV sex, virgin! Reader and Armin, desk fucking, soft dom Armin, creampie, use of nicknames (Angel, good girl, slut, etc), slight overstimulation, mating press, size difference, raw sex, aftercare, teasing (from eren the next day).
Word count: 6053
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Sunlight illuminated the golden locks of the boy sitting in the third row, next to the window. His gaze was trained on your professor as the words began to topple over one another, his pen scribbling down any coherent information that escaped his chapped lips. Something you had long given up on, not a soul tried or even liked Mr Haas’ class, except for Armin Arlert, forever the goody too shoes striving to be better than the rest. The type to raise his hand about handing in homework while the rest groan in agony, which safe to say doesn’t make him the most likeable character among your peers. Yet something about him made your heart beat one pace faster, palms clammy, and head light. Which is why today is the day you ask for some ‘help’ with his expertise in tutoring.
With your supplies readily packed within the constraints of your school bag, you anxiously anticipated the minute the clock struck the conclusion of the lesson. Strumming your fingers on the desk you looked up to the worn clock on the wall, never failing to be exactly 1 minute behind the rest. The two hands met and this was your cue to go, you swiftly stood up from your seat, pushing it under the desk before letting your legs mindlessly take you to where Armin was still packing away his materials from class. The confident air you once adorned soon vanished when you saw his head poke up to meet you with those intimidatingly blue eyes.
“Oh hi (name)!” Armin chimed, a bashful smile playing along his rosy lips. You were surprised he even recalled your name, you’ve only ever spoken to him what, 2 maybe 3 times? Averting your gaze from his piercing one to look at the fidgeting of your thumbs, you gained the courage to speak, “Uh hey Armin…” He cocked his head to the side, stepping closer to you after he’d slew his weighted bag over his shoulder. “What um, brings you here to talk to me all of a sudden?” He chuckled. You captured all the air you could manage in one breath, finally regaining your composure to look back into his eyes. “I know this is sort of out of the blue but you’re probably the smartest person in this room, teacher included, and I’m struggling with my studies so if it doesn’t take up too much of your time, I would really appreciate if you could tutor me.” The last morsel of air escaped your lungs and you looked up at him, awaiting an answer.
The corners of his mouth turned up as he made the most enchanting smile, truly something you’d see out of a fantasy, and replied. “Of course, it’s no trouble at all, I'd be honoured to help in any way I can. And I’m not that smart, don’t make my head grow too big.” You prayed he wouldn’t notice the blush that was quickly climbing up your neck, and grinned back at him with a plethora of scenarios racing through your mind. “Thank you so much, Armin, you’re being such a great help.” And under your breath, you murmured, “But you ARE that smart.” If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, however, it was likely he did as his cheeks grew an almost hardly noticeable, pink tinge.
“I’m actually free for the rest of the day, if you want to come to my dorm room. Not that we can’t go to a library or your room it’s just that at this time it would be super busy and I wouldn’t want to intrude in your space.” Armin squeaked, averting his gaze for just a moment before returning. Was this a blessing from god himself? Armin Arlert inviting you into his own room, there was no other explanation for it. “No, that’s totally all fine with me, I agree the library would be too busy, and my room is.. a bit of a mess at the moment.” You tittered, nervously exchanging weight between your two feet like a seesaw. “Well it’s set then, let’s start making our way” Armin smiled as you two walked down to the door leading out of the lecture theatre.
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The corridor felt long, too long, the plain white walls and old grey carpet seemed to stretch into an endless abyss, until Armin halted. You were there. Every muscle in your body was stiff as an 80-year-old, contradicting the lively passion of youth burning in your heart. “(Name), we’re here. (Name)?” Broken from your trance you abruptly twisted your body to face the door looming in front of you. “Are you ok, I know the place could use some work but it’s scholarship-funded so I can’t complain.” Armin awkwardly laughed, “No! No, I mean it’s fine, great even, I’m fine just spacing off haha…” Your eyes darted around, Armin looking at you with a hint of concern behind his gaze.
“Alright, as long as you're fine.” He uttered, opening the door to let you in first, ever the gentleman. So this is what his room looks like, tidy, as expected, navy blue bedding made neatly, a picture of his best friends Eren and Mikasa resting prettily on the bedside table, bookshelves from floor to ceiling, not one spot left unfilled, and a large desk complete with anything you could ever need for schoolwork. Armin to a t. “Wow, your room is so beautifully organised, wish I had that kind of commitment.” You joked, turning to smile back at him, to which he returned the gesture. “Well, I try.” He said smugly.
He strode over to the mahogany desk, pulling out an extra chair from behind for you to perch yourself on. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable, if you’re cold you can use my throw blanket, the place doesn’t have heating so it can get a little chilly.” You turned your attention to Armin, holding the fluffy grey blanket in his hand, smiling to yourself you took it gratefully and placed it upon your body, opening your bag to get out your studying supplies. “Thank you, it was feeling a bit nippy in here, won’t you get cold without it though?” Armin slinked around your chair, carefully positioning himself in his own, “Don’t worry about me, I’ve got pants and a jumper on, you’re wearing a skirt so priority should fall to you.”
You nodded in agreement, flipping your textbook to where you were stuck. Armin began to pull out his books, kicking off his shoes as you were reminded to do the same. He watched you, how you swung your legs from the chair, how you tucked your hair behind your ear so as to not get in the way of reading your book, how you would occasionally glance back at him, only to quickly look away with a light dust of pink on your cheeks. You were cute, he had to admit, it was obvious, but in your own unnerved state you ignored how he fidgeted with his hands, how his thigh was subtly bouncing up and down, and how he blushed when you caught him staring. Armin cleared his throat to terminate the silence, “So, um, what was it that you needed help with?”
You explained to Armin the concept you were stuck on, pointing to a practice question. “I just- don’t get how it works, like I know the steps but my brain doesn’t know how to put it into action.” You met Armins’ eyes as he reached over to your hand, shuffling his chair closer so that your thighs may abut at any moment. “Can I?” He asked, glancing at the pen you were holding. “Yeah, sure.” You handed him the instrument, your fingers brushing against each other a second or two longer than what would be considered an accidental graze of the hand. His breath slightly hitched and you raised your head to look at him, however, he had already begun writing on a blank piece of paper nearby.
“Here, (name) I finished this question, let’s go over how to do it.” He placed the paper down next to your book, explaining the question with words you’ve probably never heard in your life, damn that man is smart. It all blurred into one while he was speaking anyway, the way he could talk for hours and you wouldn’t get sick of hearing his sweet voice. He was so close, if you had been cold before you’d done a 180 because with the way your body was overheating you couldn’t help but slide the blanket down your legs to release some of the warmth. Exposing just your upper thighs, as you didn’t have the gall to completely take it off after recently accepting his thoughtful gesture.
Time passed as you followed the same formulaic routine, practise questions, marking, explanation on where you went wrong, where you didn’t. The room now had an orange aura about it as the sun began to take its rest for the day, you’d lost count of what question you were on, your palm rested against your head acting as the lone barrier between you and your heading slamming the desk in exhaustion. You heard the sound of a pen rolling across the desk, and Armin's hand was on your upper thigh. Gripping it, hard. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to do that, I was just trying to reach for the pen before it fell off the desk when I sort of lost my balance, I’m really sorry (name).” Just your luck.
Your face burned a bright red, as did his as he desperately tried to explain himself. But fuck did you want him to do it again. Nothing but spurts of air came out of your mouth, no words could describe what you were feeling, what you wanted him to do to you. The room fell silent for a brief period, and a shaky breath escaped your lungs. “I’m so so sorry, I can leave if you need me to, although this is my room so- um- I don’t know…”
You jerked your head up, looking at Armin as he thrashed about in his chair, searching for a solution that he wouldn’t be able to find in his flustered state.
“Armin calm down, I don’t mind, you didn’t try to make me feel uncomfortable on purpose or anything!” You said, grabbing a hold of his strong shoulders and gazing deep into his azure eyes. He sat still, exhaling in relief. “God I thought I screwed it up with you, you had me panicking when you weren’t responding.” He chuckled, “It’s all good Armin, stop overreacting you only touched my thigh, there are worse places.” You smirked, “But I’d probably like you touching me there more…” you said in the faintest voice, thinking someone as quick-witted and observant as he wouldn’t notice. His jaw dropped in shock and his back straightened upright as electricity coursed through his nervous system.
“Did you.. mean that?” You slowly turned your head back around in horror, no way he fucking heard that, the window was close by may as well take a dive off the 3rd floor. “H-huh?” You tried to play it dumb, nobody here is being fooled by that, not even yourself. Armin took a breath before glancing to the side and back at you, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he almost choked on his words. “I could be completely off base here but, if you meant what you said, then I guess- I wouldn’t, uh, mind touching…” he said, his voice barely a whisper by the last word. You sat there, dumbfounded. It must be a dream.
“I- uh, yes?” Armin moved closer, gently placing his hand on top of yours, “Don’t feel pressured we can go back to studying if it was just a sarcastic remark.” Your heart was beating a thousand times per minute, and any oxygen passing through your lungs vanished in an instant, this couldn’t be happening, could it? “No, I meant it, really, if you still wanna…” His hand tenderly trailed from your own up your arm and to your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. The blanket that provided you warmth slipped off your legs entirely to be long forgotten on the floor. His veiny hands delicately tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, as he leaned in and whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want me to, just say the word alright?” His body heat radiated against your frame, causing you to let out small pants as his fingers leisurely traced up and down your sides.
“Kiss.. please.” You said breathily. Armin pulled back, you could see a certain hunger in his eyes before his plush lips met your own, he was intense, yet docile, taking such care in pleasing you, beckoning to your every wish and desire. “You're so perfect, so sweet for me.” He said between kisses, your lips entwined with each other, neither of you eager to stop anytime soon. He brought his other hand to rest behind your neck, lightly grasping your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss. The hand that was around your waist slithered down to the back of your thigh as he used it as leverage to lift you onto his desk. You gasped at the sudden movement, allowing Armin to intrude his tongue into your mouth, as his hand once again seized your waist.
“Mh!” You moaned into his mouth, as he slid his surprisingly muscular thigh between your legs, pressing against where you needed him the most. You grasped at anything behind you to stabilise yourself, the contact making your body go limp, so long for the various papers and stationary that toppled off the desk in your wake. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, a gasp escaped your lips, breaking the kiss while he moved his thigh up and down, rubbing the thick material of his pants on your clothed pussy. “Be a good girl and use it, ok?” Armin purred into your ear, his lips making their way from your jaw, down to your neck, and stopping at your collarbone, marking them with maroon-coloured blemishes. As per his instructions, you began to rock yourself on his leg, hands clawing at the fabric of his freshly ironed jumper, leaving wrinkles in the fabric as it bunched up.
He took clutch of your waist, you could feel his fingertips softly guiding your hips to arch forward and backward in a fluid motion. The friction of his rough jeans was too much to handle, making your clit throb incessantly while small whimpers slipped off the tip of your tongue. Your legs desperately suffocated his own as you rocked yourself at a faster pace. To which Armin promptly shoved his leg further into your core, causing the desk to shake and miscellaneous objects to fall from the cliff as he spread your legs out once again. “You’re doing so good, keep going. Tell me where to touch you next.” All you could manage was a barely audible “Ok”, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.
All of a sudden he stopped, his leg halting as he lifted his head from your body, hair messy, pupils dilated, and lips wet. The look in his eyes said he wanted, no, NEEDED to devour you. However, the loss of contact made you whine out in frustration. “Min..” you groaned, apprehensively grinding yourself on his leg in hopes he would move just an inch. “(Name) you gotta tell me with your words now,” Armin spoke, leaving one more kiss on your neck before looking up at you with pleading eyes. Sighing, you bit your lip in embarrassment, “Anywhere, everywhere, wanna feel you all over me… inside me.” He gazed back, stunned at your confession, not to say he wasn’t wishing for the same thing.
You felt the harsh grip of his hand on your ass in an instant, pulling you flush with his hips where you could feel the unmistakable hardness of his dick pressing against you. He swiftly lifted your legs to wrap around his torso while pushing your back against the desk, his hand placed behind your head to make sure you didn’t hit it too hard. His lips were hot against yours and you could feel your baby hairs cling to your forehead from the sweat. Armin's nimble fingers made their way up your shirt, carefully pulling it over your head while he held you off the desk by your waist, hands burning your skin with the simple touch. Your eyes darted down to where his erection strained against his pants, he couldn’t help but needily grind his cock into you to release at least some pressure.
Armin's free hand went to cup your breast through your bra, kneading the flesh as you moaned out in ecstasy. Soon he reached around your back to unclasp the undergarment, staring intently as your tits slightly bounced while falling out. He pressed into your core harder as he felt the soft sensation of your bare boobs beneath his fingertips, experimentally rolling your nipple between his index and middle. The heat in the air was unbearable, the warmth of Armin's jumper far too much at that moment. He gave a quick peck and a quaint “sorry” before lifting himself to strip his body of the item, revealing his toned torso and arms.
While you gawked at his body his hands were making fast pace to underneath your skirt, his short nails leaving tingling sensations as he traced them up your thighs. He folded up your skirt to get a better view, pausing to stare at the pink lace panties you adorned and discreetly swallowing the saliva forming at the back of his throat. He traced his eyes along your body, committing all your curves, the slight furrow of your brows and the way your chest raised up and down in anticipation to memory. His hand trailed its way down to your underwear, breathily sighing as he pressed his middle finger into the large soaked patch.
“Are you this wet for me?” Armin borderline whispered, his face flushing a deep crimson he attempted to hide by swivelling his head to the side. “You’re so cute, Armin.” You mused, interlocking your fingers with his and squeezing them within the palm of your hand. “N- stop, I can’t focus if you tease me like that..” He turned his attention back to you, face still flushed as he guided the hand you were holding to press against your panties. “Do you feel how fucking drenched you are?” He pressed your hand harder into your clit, “How am I not supposed to get excited?” Armin said defensively, you giggled at the sight before you were rudely awoken to his fingers dipping beneath the confines of your underwear.
Your moans rang embarrassingly loud in the small room as a finger shallowly dipped itself inside your pussy. “Is that ok with you?” Armin questioned, it didn’t really matter though as you’d let him do anything to you, however, you mustered up a half moan, half mhm in reply. His finger pulled its way out before pushing in again, much deeper than before. He set a slow rhythm, getting you acquainted with the feeling of something foreign inside of you. You peeked down to where his finger was pumping repeatedly, the veins of his hand prominent when he strained to curl his finger.
“Please, more.” You beseeched, he met your half-lidded eyes and swore he could’ve come from the perilous gaze staring back at him. “Anything for you angel.” And with that, you felt the stretch of a second finger entering you, thrusting faster and harder till your toes were curling in euphoria. Armin leaned over your body to kiss you, his tongue entering your mouth without hesitation, his fingers unrelenting on this attack on your pussy. As he was placing a thumb on your clit, his body jerked at the unforeseen touch of your hand palming his dick. “Mmm, so good min-“ you praised, causing him to nearly double over in pleasure.
The harder you pressed against his cock, the faster he would circle around your clit and thrust his fingers in and out, the more raucous your moans, the more you felt the twitch of his dick beneath his pants. It was a battle of who could indulge the other better, first to come lost, although it was never a fair fight, with the way he reached that spongy spot inside of you over and over, you were mere seconds from falling apart. “Gonna- come, ah!” You shrieked, your core clenching around his fingers so hard he may never be able to escape, “Go on, come for me now.”
You were past the threshold, climax hitting you with the power of a thousand colossals’. Although Armin didn’t stop the plunging of his fingers, rather speeding up, causing a lone tear to trickle down the side of your cheek onto the long-forgotten answer page he had so kindly written for you. “S- too much Armin..” You panted, still high off the last orgasm that propelled its way through your body at an alarmingly intense rate. “I know you can do it, trust me you won’t regret it.” He mumbled into your ear, arm tired yet still so eager to make this something to remember, make him something to remember. “Won’t be able- to take this,” you lightly brushed your hand over his erect dick, “if you keep going.”
His heart stopped momentarily before his hand. You slumped back when he gently pulled his fingers out of you, a string of your cum still attached from where his fingers were inside of you. When it broke, your blurred gaze followed his hand to where he placed them tactfully in his mouth, beginning to suck the viscous liquid. They came out clean, sparkling even, not a single drop wasted, and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight.
“I uh- I don’t have any condoms 'cause I usually, no- haven’t, done this before..” Armin stuttered, eyes darting around his room just in case he’d find the non-existent protection he was speaking of. “Me either.” You said reassuringly, despite the nerves that were eating you up alive. “Really?” He questioned, “I didn’t mean that in a rude way at all it’s just- you’re so beautiful it was surprising to hear that.” Armin flushed, interlinking his pinky finger with your own. “I could say the same for you, I mean you’re sweet, handsome, smart, and with the way you were y’know doing that earlier I thought you must’ve had experience.” Your head turned away at the last word, it was far too embarrassing to look him in the eye after you said all that.
However, you were caught off guard when he grasped your chin between his index and thumb, turning you back around to meet him face-to-face. You felt his soft breaths against your skin, he was so close, and the way he was looking at you felt so.. intimate. “I may or may not have had practice with that stuff with my previous girlfriend, but I’ve never gone this far with her, or anyone for that matter. We’ve barely talked but there’s this feeling in my gut saying it wants it to be you.” A short gasp slipped past your lips, you wanted it to be him, too. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean, obviously, so- please I need you right now.”
The clinking of his belt buckle rang through the room, commanding all your attention. His fingers danced through the belt loops, pulling it loose, you heard the clear thump of it falling to the ground. You utilised your elbows to prop you up, gazing downwards as he undressed himself, alluring you as if it were some kind of performance. He unbuttoned his trousers, and undid the zip, sighing in relief as the constraints were lifted. They slid down his legs, taking their time to reveal the main act of the evening. “Before I take these off, could you please take off your skirt and panties for me?” Armin croaked, attempting to distract the spotlight from shining on him too long. You complied, shimmying the items down your legs and blushing as you realised you were completely naked for Armin Arlert to see.
“It’s only fair you return the favour…” He pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free, it was pretty like him, pink and dripping with pearly white beads of precum, and surprisingly big too. You couldn’t help but stare, yet he couldn't complain, as he was doing the exact same to you. You both gawked at each other, unmoving. “Will that fit-“, “You’re so gorgeous-“, You both spoke at the same time, inebriated by the other’s presence. The implications of that comment dawned on Armin, and he tried to shield himself out of instinct, he was far too laggard though, as you gripped his wrist before he could block your view. “Don’t cover yourself, I wanna see all of you, even if it is a tad daunting.” You chuckled.
You felt his muscles soften under your hold, slowly pulling his hand away to place it on the desk, caging you with his presence. “I promise to be gentle, just tell me whatever comes to your mind to guide me, please?” He whispered, his head dipped down into the crook of your neck. You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating when your chest gladly welcomed his. “Ok, but just know that I trust your judgement on any decision you make, try not to overthink anything and enjoy it for me.” You smiled, running your fingers through his silky locks. “Of course,” Armin tenderly spoke back, as he raised his body from yours.
You gasped as you felt his dick rubbing along your pussy, coating itself in your slick. Until it caught in your opening, his tip at your entrance pulsing and needy to be sheathed inside you. One hand guided his cock within your walls, the other rested against a shelf for support, inch by inch he sank deeper into you, and as the distance between him and the hilt shortened, he was reduced to a symphony of pathetic whines. However, your voice sought to challenge his, moans just as loud as the other, making it infinitely harder for him to stop the pulsing of his dick inside you. Armin was both equipped with girth and length, making the stretch unbearable, your hands that were wrapped around his frame clawed the skin, leaving stinging red lines behind their path.
“You’re so s-so good, just relax your body f’me, you’re too tight, nh-“ He rambled in your ear, barely able to pronounce his words at the sensation of your warm, wet pussy engulfing him whole. The feeling of the harsh wood underneath you was completely numbed by Armin as he pushed deeper and deeper, not an end in sight. You could feel the slightest movements, the two veins that ran along the underside of his dick, and the shivers that ran down Armin's spine, causing him to jolt his hips forward abruptly. “Just a little bit.. ah- more, taking me so well.” You felt the last of him slip inside you, your hips flush against his, stretching you out further than ever before. Your breaths were in unison for the minute or two you were rendered inert, the burn began to ease and the need for more had arisen.
Leeching onto his shoulders, you rolled yourself into him, a choked moan escaping his erubescent lips. Your eyes met in a moment of agreement, and his hips pulled back timidly before returning to their original position. Full body shudders erupted over your perspiring skin, he pulled back, only to push back in again, and out, and in, and out, and in, until it was a slow but fluent movement. You gazed up above you, to see the upturned brows and marginally parted lips, to which high-pitched whimpers and praises couldn’t help but fall out of. He was ethereal. Yet you wished for more, to stain every crevice and crumb of his being with adultery and filth. A sardonic pleasure in which you can bask in the knowledge that you and you alone have ruined him for anyone who dares to unveil his sheep’s cloak.
“Harder, min..” you moaned breathlessly into his ear, making his abdomen tense violently, attempting to keep himself from filling you up with his cum that very moment. Warm air tickled your ear before you were left with nothing but the tip of his dick inside you, that was until everything was inside you, in an instant. His cock split you open, gradually fucking you harder and faster till saliva was threatening to pour from the side of your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his torso, ankles interlocking to get him as far as possible. He reached his hand down to feel your stomach, pressing down so that he could feel his cock meet his fingers, “does it hurt taking it?” Armin questioned, with half-lidded eyes you looked below you. “Bit, not much anymore though… if I wanna be your slut- gotta get used to it.”
His hips stuttered, breaking the fast rhythm they had built up, and a loud groan slipped past his lips. His hands travelled to capture the backs of your knees, protracting your legs to rest over his broad shoulders. Resting his weight on your body your knees touched your chest, and his thick cock plunged itself deep inside you. “F-fuck Armin!” He soon regained his previous pace, the only sounds that graced your ears were the wet slaps of him pounding your pussy like no tomorrow, and the periodic thumping of the desk knocking on the thin walls. Armin coyly glanced to the side before perking up, “Such a good fucking slut for me, taking my dick like that-“ he choked on his words as he felt your pussy squeeze him desperately, the hand on your waist gaining a bruising force.
“If you tighten around my dick like that I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself…” good thing you didn’t want him to. Armin caressed your cheek with his free hand, before slinking it around the back of your head and pulling you up by the hair to meet his supple lips. You retaliated by biting down lightly on his bottom lip, making his thrusts increase in pace. His dick was kissing the head of your cervix as you whined broken sentences into his mouth, “r-ight, there.. ah! Min-“ he adjusted the angle of his hips to reach that spongey spot inside of you, your legs still being brutally folded in half with your feet dangling over his head.
“M’ gonna come..” the pressure had built and wrapped tightly around your core, drawing you closer and closer to the precipice of release. Armin relinquished the battle of your tongues, leaving a small string of spit between your swollen lips, and placed a thumb over your clitoris, swirling in rapid circles. “Mh- me too, come for me, angel.” And with that, your pussy was squeezing the life out of him like a vice, the two of you moaning loud enough to alert the whole building. “Can I- fill you.. up? Please?” You choked out a faint “yes” before you felt Armin's strokes begin to falter and eyes roll back in gratification. The warm sensation of his cum saturating your insides made you clench around him even tighter, drawing out every last drop as he watched himself fuck his cum back inside you.
“Ah! Such a, good, fucking, girl.” He panted, accentuating each word with a hard plunge. Before he slumped down to rest against you, holding your body tenderly in your hands while he ran another through your slightly damp hair. You felt the tensing of his muscles begin to alleviate, and your heart rate climbed back down to a moderate pace. Armin pulled out gently after taking a moment to regain his breath, even so, it hitched again when he saw his cum seep out onto the desk. “I’ll be right back,” he said, pecking you on the cheek before going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
He came back to the sight of you, fucked out on his desk, legs trembling, and eyes fighting to stay open. “Sorry if it feels too sensitive, it’ll only be a second I promise.” He carefully dragged the towel between your legs, making you squirm as the fabric briefly brushed your clit, and down onto the table where it had seeped out. “C'mon, let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” Armin gently lifted you in his arms, your legs wrapping around him like a koala bear, before he carried you to the cramped bathroom. “I’m so sorry if I was too rough, just wanted to make you happy.” He said, hiding his face in the nook of your neck, “Don’t apologise, I liked it, a lot.” Armin blushed, rotating his head to the side as he turned on the hot water, placing you down on your feet but making sure to still hold you in case you didn’t have the strength to stand. “Me too…”
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“Soooo Armin, what did you do yesterday?” Eren grinned, reclining back in his chair watching Armin's hand immediately halt as he glanced to the side blushing. “Oh- uh, just the usual, y’know studying..” he chuckled, now repeatedly clicking his pen up and down. “Oh yeah, I bet you were doing a lot of ‘studying’ with (name) last night.” Armin's tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking to the ground as he was too embarrassed to meet Erens mischievous gaze. “Yeah, we were um- well she asked me to tutor her.” Eren bounced his knee up into the desk three times with faint moans before smirking, “Did you forget who lives on the other side of your wall? You guys were loud as fuck, good on you though I didn’t know you had that in you.”
His hand came down to his knee, Eren slapping it carelessly while breaking out into a fit of laughter. Armin lightly kicked him under the desk, his face tomato-red as he glared at the guy sitting across from him. “Shut up, we’re in a library and people are staring!” Armin whisper-yelled. Eren went dead silent as he spotted you a table or two away, noticing a plethora of dark purple marks along your neck. “Goddamn, you were feasting on that shit.” Armin buried his head in his palms while Eren sat there eyes wide with shock. You felt someone’s gaze boring into the back of your head, turning around you spotted Armin and his best friend Eren. You waved over to Armin to which he mustered up a meek smile and waved back, Eren looked over at Armin with a shit-eating grin on his face before ushering you over.
“Hey (Name), I’m Eren, I think we’ve talked in one of our classes before.” You sat down in the chair next to Armin, positioning yourself to face Eren, “Uh yeah I think I remember you! Good to see you again.” You smiled, glancing over to look at Armin, whose eyebrow was twitching ever so subtly. “Oh I actually saw you this morning when you came out of Armin's room, sorry I didn’t say hi sooner.” Your neck snapped back around to Eren, the only thing coming out of your mouth being awkward chuckles. You’ve never seen someone so innocent-looking give the deadliest glare to someone before.
“(Name), do you wanna go on a date, right now?” Armin asked, entangling his fingers with yours. “I-I’d love to, but um, weren’t you hanging out here before I intruded?” Eren leaned forward in his chair, “Go on with Armin, it makes me happy to see him with a girlfriend after so long.” He said earnestly, neither of you confirming or denying the accusation before you both stood up leaving him with a small “thank you”.
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I don’t really like the starting bit it’s lwk cringey, but I prefer smut with some backstory so whatever 🤷♀️🤷♀️. Hope you enjoyed I know ts isn’t realistic for a first time but it’s fanfiction so who cares 🙏. I’m open to any requests also, as long as it’s not incest…
nsfw/smut oneshot, afab!reader, armin has a tongue piercing, time-skip! (college)
nerd!armin who is a pleaser. Wanting nothing but to watch you crumble from the pleasure he gives you. Who studies your body like it’s his most important assignment. Memorizing every gasp, every shiver, every place that makes your breath catch and arch for more so he could write it down later. He gets off on your reactions more than anything else. His eyes would be glazed, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches in awe.
He is clinical in how thorough he is. Except there’s nothing detached about the way his hands tremble when he touches you. Nothing academic about the desperate way he begs to hear you moan his name just one more time. And when you do? He melts. Absolutely ruins himself on the sound.
nerd!armin who is filthy with his words. Don’t let the soft voice or flushed cheeks fool you—once he’s got you spread out for him, it’s like a switch flips. He leans in close, glasses slipping down his nose, whispering filth in that breathy voice like he’s been rehearsing it in his head all day.
"Look at you.” He murmurs, fingers trailing slow and deliberate. “So wet and messy just from me. From my mouth. My fingers. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?"
And when you whine, when you try to look away, he gets bolder. Voice low and wrecked as he continues, "You like it when I talk like this, don’t you? When I tell you how badly I want to taste you again, how I dream about having you ride my face until I can’t breathe."
He says it all like it’s just another fact from one of his books, his shaky hands still mapping you out and he’s grinding into the sheets, pre-cum staining through his boxers, utterly undone by your pleasure. Lips would find your collarbone, pressing open mouthed kisses down the valley of your breasts before swirling his tongue around your areola. The cool metal of his tongue piercing causing a shiver go down your spine as he sucks on your perked nipple.
nerd!armin who is a messy thing for you. Hard in his boxers, lips swollen from kissing you like he’s starved. Hair mussed from your fingers tugging, thighs trembling from the effort of holding himself back. The kind of boy who says “Use me” with a blush on his cheeks and worship in his eyes.
nerd!armin who is not just a pleaser but a worshipper. He doesn’t just want you to feel good, he needs it—like it's his only purpose. Every moan you give him is a reward, every twitch of your body, and every moan from those pretty lips of yours from under his touch is a grade he’s desperate to ace.
“You’re so perfect… so good for me… I could stay between your legs forever.” And he means it. He’s insatiable, overstimulated, and whimpering into the crook of your neck but still begging, “One more? Please, I can take it. I’ll be good. Just one more. I know you want it just as bad as I do…”
nerd!armin who then turns into a whimpering mess when you take control, eyes fluttering as he breathes, “I’m yours. Whatever you want. Just… don’t stop.” Because for Armin, being at your mercy isn’t just a fantasy, it’s his favorite kind of surrender.
He melts under your touch as he lets you take the lead. Pushing him back against the mattress, his hands grip the sheets like he’s holding onto reality, trying to stay grounded as you straddle his hips, hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, pumping him into your hand before lining him up.
His breath catches in his throat once his pink tip slowly eases into your hole, the girth stretching you out. His eyes wide, mouth slack, hands coming out to grab your waist, nails digging as your warmth swallows him inch by inch.
“F-fuck… oh my god…” He whimpers, voice cracking, hips twitching despite himself once you start riding him. Glasses slip further down his nose, fogged and useless now, but he refuses to close his eyes. He needs to watch you, needs to memorize how perfect you look on top of him, moaning out to the feel of his dick inside of you as you fuck the smart out of him.
