he slammed the door, huffing. "what the fuck is your problem?" you asked, watching as he throws his gym bag on the floor.
"no one believes i have game!" he whined. armin scrunched his face as soon as he heard you snort, not taking your eyes off the tv, once. "something funny?" he asked, clearly unhappy with your response. he pathetically plumped himself on the sofa next to you.
armin was a nerd. your typical tv nerd. one who knew wayyy too much about things that were less than ideal, academically gifted and zero game when it came to getting women. i mean it wasn't his fault that he was sooo eager to please his teachers. sure, he was cute with his glasses that seemed more like a magnifying glass glued to his face, and not to mention that fuck ass bob of his. but you know what, he wore it well. and you had to give him that much.
"ok so, how do you pick up a pretty girl then?" you asked, now directly facing him. he fiddled with his bony fingers before swallowing harshly. "well?"
"well i'm charming?"
"according to who?" you bellowed out in laughter as he pouted. "you're a nerd, and there's nothing wrong with that," your hand rubbed on his knee as you gave him a pitiful smile.
"are you...giving me pity right now?"
"no? i'm comforting a friend," you said curtly.
"can i ask you something?"
you smiled expectantly, knowing that he was probably going to splutter out some fuckary. however, nothing could ever prepare you for what came out of his big mouth.
"what's a munch?"
your eyes widened in shock.
"is it a bad thing? everyone was asking if i was a munch, so i just said yes,"
"why the fuck would you say yes to something you don't know the meaning of?"
"well to be honest, it seemed like a good thing..." he put his head down as his face grew hot.
you weren't any better because now your palms were sweaty. "armin, aren't you like, a know-it-all?"
"oh please, i'm not that smart..."
"clearly," you couldn't help but pity the poor baby. and he didn't like that. he didn't like it when others looked down on him especially with pity.
"so, are you gonna tell me?"
"a munch is a man who loves to eat pussy, okay?"
"but i've never...done that before,"
"i can tell," you huffed out while he visibly blushed. "well now the whole school knows that you loves to eat pussy," you giggled loudly. you half expected armin to whine like he always does, but he stays silent. "oh come on, i'm just kidding, laugh a little,"
"so, being a munch sounds fun, i wanna try it out," he turns to face you.
"sorry? armin, are you fucking okay? you don't even know how to eat it,"
"how am i supposed to learn?"
and that's how you ended up with your legs held all the way up to your ears, with armin and his bob between your legs. his tongue piercing swirled on your clit. "you're...you're a fucking liar!" you squealed, as his mouth suckled on your clit. he moaned, completely ignoring you. unbeknownst to you, he was smirking as your syrupy slick dribbled down your ass crack. but that didn't stop him.
his tongue trailed all the way down to the winking hole, as his thumb rubbed your bud with ease. you were unbelievably wet as he tongue moved up towards your hole, squeezing it into your tight pussy. you pulled on his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to it, smothering him completely. each time, his tongue subtly stretching you out. he grunted and groaned, sending vibrations straight to your heart. that lying bastard. he's not fucking new to this shit.
you mewled, watching him remove himself from your cunt for a hot minute. "what's wrong? i'm just showing you what a munch is," he slyly grinned, his chin covered in nothing but slick and saliva. fuck, was he nasty, fingers never leaving your clit. your toes started throwing gang signs as tears formed in your eyes. before you could tell him to move his ass and finish his meal, he's already attaching his mouth in a suction motion onto your clit. you played with your nipple as your hips literally bucked up into his face, greedily trying hard to get more. more of that attention he was giving to the entirety of your sweet pussy.
honestly, you were mad you hadn't just sat on his face to shut him up sometimes. and trust me, you'd thought about it. the ball of his tongue piercing rolled continuously on your clit with speed, as you damn near closed your legs in overwhelming pleasure. this nerd was flicking your clit raw, but you loved every moment of it. "just like that," you whined, yanking his hair a little too harsh. if you had pulled it the right way, he might've just cum in his pants for the second time that night.
"mfphm, fuck armin!" you squealed a little too loud, that wretched piece of metal and his tongue making you cry tears of and pleasure. it seemed almost sadistic with the way he kept repeating the same motion that made your legs shake and quiver. "okay, armin, m'cummin!" and all those words did, was spur him on. watching as he attempted to push his face into your sticky cunt, your leg locked up, with your back arching steeply.
you came hard, but that didn't stop armin from flicking his tongue on your clit, over and over again. and the worst part? you couldn't get him to move away. "okay, i get it!" you moaned out, damn near screaming. he was lucky that your legs felt weak, or else he would've been crushed by your thighs, not that he would mind. "armin, i'm done!" you sobbed out, and the obscene sounds of him slurping and sucking on your pussy never stopped. your hand moved to place itself on his head and attempt to push him away.
a feeling arose in your tummy, something unfamiliar, and at the point you were crying hot tears. you even couldn't let out one coherent sentence before you came again. even harder than the first. you genuinely felt ethereal, ringing in your ears and seeing nothing but white. your heartbeat was in your ears as he finally removed himself after riding your orgasm out.
two slim fingers slowly slipped into your cunt. "you bastard,"
"hey, that's not anyway to talk to the guy that just gave you the orgasm of your life," he pouted, fingers curving upwards towards your g-spot as you moaned out loud. he swiftly pulled them out before slapping your cunt.
you sat up immediately, and gave him one harsh slap across his face. "you said you've never eaten pussy, what the hell was that?" you huffed out.
"thanks!"
"it wasn't a compliment,"
that sneaky bastard. of he knows how to eat it. but now you had to find out if he could lay it down. well, you actually didn't have to worry about that, cuz baby, despite cumming in his pants twice, he still had more in him.
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, aot boys as #the other woman af, cheating, infidelity on a made up boyfriend of yours, no cheating on the boys tho or on you, unprotected sex, creampies, oral f!receiving, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mutual masturbation, phone sex, consensual photo taking during sex, inappropriate use of fruits (?), slight angst to smut in one of the scenarios, semi public sex, brief mirror sex, and slight jealous sex
TRIGGER WARNINGS : as stated above, this does involve a prominent theme of cheating and while its on a made up person, if it isn't your cup of tea and/or could be potentially triggering please do not read or engage. aditionally, reiner's scenario is lowkey angsty but has a good ending! the reader's bf is also a piece of shit in every scenario, no abuse is depicted other than neglect/insinuations of manipulation, besides that nothing else comes to mind, but pls lmk if i missed smth ! (also floch is mentioned as reader's bf in one of the scenarios but it's just to drive the plot im so sorry)
includes : eren, armin, jean, and reiner
word count : 6k
what's playing 🎧 : you right by doja cat
a/n : hiii okay so i know i didn’t include all the boys like i usually do but i accidentally went a liiiittle crazy with these scenarios and was worried that it got too long, so i just decided to make a part two for connie, levi and erwin! i hope you guys don’t mind and still enjoy this one >_<!!
eren
eren is the walking embodiment of “can he fight tho?” when you tell him you’ve got a boyfriend
girl he dgaf!
he especially didn’t gaf when you told him about your sorry excuse of a boyfriend
eren attends the same university as you, much to your bf’s misfortune
but eren firmly believes that if your pussy of a boyfriend knew what was going on between you two, he wouldn’t even deserve the right to complain or be bothered because he isn’t treating you right!
he thinks every beautiful girl deserves two boyfriends anyway
however, if you were his, like…completely his? he wouldn’t share at all
but that's neither here nor there
he remembers fondly, how pretty you looked when he had gone up to you on the first day of class, asking if he could sit beside you
with that sweet smile of yours, you politely informed him you were saving it for your boyfriend
“i don’t see him anywhere.” eren pointed out, glancing around
“h-he’ll be here soon!” you were reassuring yourself more than you were eren
he eventually wore you down, compromising with a, “well can i keep you company ‘til he comes in?”
you supposed it was harmless enough, besides, it was the first day of a new course, and you needed all the friends you could get
but eren didn’t want to be your friend, he wanted to know how your pussy felt wrapped around him while he fucked you from the back – raw
but it’s fine, he needed to learn patience anyway
time rolled by and inevitably, your professor commenced the class all while your boyfriend was nowhere to be found
eren smirked at you, shrugging as he boldly squeezed your knee, fleetingly of course
his touch lingered just long enough to where you felt how big and warm his hand was but not too long to where it was inappropriate
“guess he’s ditchin’ the first day then, huh?”
you sighed, feeling dejected as you nodded solemnly
eren felt bad for you, he really did
a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be left unattended to, not when there’s guys like eren who will circle you like a vulture, ready to claim you as his own
for awhile, you actually forgot about your boyfriend’s lack of presence (eren would soon make this a recurring theme for you)
because of the fact that you had eren there, and he was more of help to you than your boyfriend would’ve been
eren was surprisingly fast at taking down notes, and good at making them more comprehensive to understand.
he’d scoot closer to you until your thighs touched, sliding his notebook besides yours so you could copy off of him
and when class ended, he walked out to the quad with you, sitting beside you near the campus cafe while you waited for your boyfriend
shocker, he never showed.
he just sent you a half assed text with some bullshit about how he wasn’t feeling well and how he’ll maybe see you later
you accepted it dejectedly, sending a sweet, understanding text back while eren nearly puked in his mouth while peeking over your shoulder to read it
“kind of a dick move though don’t you think?” he asked, nodding towards your phone
and of course, there you were, defending that asshole like you always used to do
eren just shrugged and stood up, motioning for you to follow
“whatever. but hey, if you ever get tired of being ignored, you can always call me.” he winked, opening the door for you to the cafe
you rolled your eyes dismissively, laughing it off while walking into the cafe
still, you did feel a little flushed from the attention given by such a handsome guy, not having felt desired like that in a long time
so maybe you entertained him more than you should’ve, but who could blame you? your boyfriend was such a boring flake, what were you to do?
eren bought you a muffin and a coffee, ignoring your pleas of paying him back
“you could give me your number. that’d be paying me back and then some.” he offered, smiling a handsome smile while handing you his phone
you squinted at him, a small grin on your lips betraying the feigned look in your eyes as you accepted
“for studying purposes only.” you stated the caveat of having your number after you gave him back his phone
he smirked, nodding as he slid it back into his pocket. “for studying purposes only.” he repeated back
yeah, studying purposes his ass
before you knew it you found yourself calling up eren whenever your boyfriend would bail on you, always seemingly in a state of forgetfulness when it came to you
and soon enough eren was no longer just a distracting shoulder to cry on, he was a shoulder you could sink your teeth into or claw at while he fucked the sadness out of you from being neglected
he gave you more attention than you knew what to do with, always planting warm and firm kisses everywhere,
especially in places your boyfriend never even thought to kiss
but to eren? everywhere that was you was free reign to kiss
he fucks you harder than your boring boyfriend ever did, and you actually let eren go raw, whereas you used to make your bf wear condoms
initially you made eren do the same, swearing it was just a one time thing
but the second time he had you?
you peeled the condom off of him yourself, breathless and too horny for logic, just desperate to be skin to skin
eren always makes you cum, and you’re lucky if he lets you off with only two orgasms instead of the 3 or 4 he draws out of you
he loves your pussy, he tells you every time you’ve got the prettiest one he’s ever seen
he praises your body, always taking the time to kiss his way between your thighs, loving how without fail you squirm and raise your hips to his mouth – always so impatient
he loves fucking you in mating press, gripping your throat and forcing you to look at him while his cock hits your cervix, watching you struggle to respond when he asks who owns your cunt
“y-you ‘ren, s’yours, always yours,” you’d cry out, and he’d make you babble about how he owns your pussy while he fucks his cum into you
it’s gotten to the point where you don’t even let your boyfriend have sex with you anymore, finally noticing that he seems to understand what attention is whenever he wants to fuck
but you don’t want his dick anymore, not when you’ve got a bigger and better one giving it to you the way you’ve always deserved
“should let him try and go down on you tonight. let him see the fuckin’ mess i made down here.” eren snickered the most recent time you guys had hooked up, gently covering your leaking pussy with the gusset of your panties, watching the way his cum pooled over the delicate material
and for a moment, you actually considered it, but instead of answering verbally, you just brought him back up to kiss you, knowing it would probably just lead to another orgasm
(it did)
armin
armin is unironically the boy best friend you tell your bf not to worry about
and at first, you genuinely meant it
armin’s been your friend since you two were just babies
and that’s also how long he’s loved you :(
armin’s seen so many of your boyfriends come and go that after awhile he stopped getting so devastated whenever a new one surfaced
because at some point he realized that he was the common denominator still standing whereas they were a short lasting dime a dozen
that’s not to say it didn’t still hurt like a bitch to see you on some other dude’s arm
“you have got to start playin’ some offense man.” connie would tell him, but he’d just wave off the notion of liking you altogether, despite the fact that all your friends except for you saw right through him
however, armin won’t lie, he’s getting sick and tired of you coming to him abt your bf
he loves u, he loves being here for u, but oh my god girl, get up!!
“i just don’t really feel a spark anymore — i don’t think i ever did…” you murmured while laying in armin’s bed, your head to his chest while he had his arms around you, y’know, like friends do.
“then why don’t you leave him?” he asked the obvious, a low huff in his voice
“because i think i love him?” you sighed and armin rolled his eyes, groaning in pain silently behind you
he pulled apart from you at that, and you were surprised with yourself at how much you really disliked that
he shifted around, resting on his knees as he held your forearms, and you glanced down, swallowing hard
‘were armin’s hands always this… big and… pretty?’
“does he make you happy?”
“yes?”
he said your name with a gentle exasperation “are you asking me or telling me?”
you just sighed tiredly, looking away from his intense gaze
“do you even like being around him? spending time with him? does he add any kind of quality to your life? besides a negative one?”
“no…” your voice cracked and you peered into armin’s beautiful blue eyes…did they always make you this nervous?
“then why do you stay?” he asked, seemingly frustrated. not even really with you, just with the fact that you felt so close yet so far from him
“i…i don’t know, ‘min.”
“sometimes.. i…i think that what i feel for you is what i’m supposed to be feeling for him…” you admitted softly and he snapped his gaze up at you, whiplashed from how fast he looked up at you and from your statement… mostly from your statement
you don’t even remember who initiated the kiss first, all you remember is your faces drawing in together like two magnets
armin made you cum so hard that night
first on his fingers, forcing you to kiss him while you came, too addicted to your lips to let you try and pull away — especially when he’d been waiting so long to press his lips to yours
then he ate your pussy until you couldn’t handle the stimulation, but even then, he pleaded with you from between your thighs
his sweet puppy eyes and glistening lips convincing you to simply endure the mind numbing pain filled pleasure from having another orgasm forcefully pulled from you
and when he finally fucked you?
geekiness be damned, that nerd can fuck !
he had his face buried in your neck, whispering how much he loves you – loves your pussy, while he fucked you, rolling his hips in steadily and deep, wanting nothing more but for you to feel as good as he felt
your legs had him trapped inside you, firmly tightened around his hips while your fingers tugged on the back of his blonde hair
he’d wince, but still kiss away your worries of hurting him
“m’not made of glass,” he’d breathe out, airy and humorous, his reassurance melting into a shaky moan when you’d clench around him
“you can do whatever you want to me,” he’d murmur, his voice struggling to stay even amidst the low moan rumbling from his throat
“waited so long f’this, you’re so perfect, so so perfect,” he’d ramble in your shoulder, nipping at your skin, losing himself in a dizzying pleasure while still in disbelief that he finally got to have you like this
safe to say that wasn’t the only round you guys had that night
soon you were the one who blew off your boyfriend, giving him halfhearted excuses of how you had a study date with armin
you even started to decline his calls or facetimes because you were already on one with armin, angling your phone down to allow him the view of you rubbing your clit while you whimpered his name
and he’d prop his phone at just the right angle for you, letting you watch him stroke his cock while your name fell from his lips, and about how he wished so desperately that you were with him
slowly but surely your bf began to grow weary about how much time you spent with armin, but you didn’t really care, he could leave at any time he wanted, you were too immersed in armin to put effort into him anyway
“where are you, i thought we were going out tonight?” he had called you, standing outside your door with visible frustration
“busy, babe. studying at armin’s right now,” you answered shakily, covering your mouth behind your hand while armin slowly slid in, filling you to the hilt inch by inch with his fat cock, watching smugly at how your thighs trembled on either side of him
“again? are you fucking kidding me? how many goddamn exams do you have to take, this is like the 5th time this week! i swear to god if you’re cheating on me with that fucking –”
armin bottomed out completely, burying his cock as far as it could go inside you, chuckling silently when your body jerked violently, your hips arching shakily as you struggled to remain silent
“armin’s just my best friend babe, you don’t have to worry about him. promise.” you reassured all while armin began to fuck his cock into you, watching your cunt swallow his thick length
then later that night, after armin had cum in you (multiple times) he held your naked sleeping body, and snapped a picture, sending it to your boyfriend.
well, soon to be ex
he sent the pic of your bare back with a few suspicious white stains on your spine and small of your back, all with his arm slung around you
paired with the text : she was never yours. before promptly blocking him for you
what a good bestie armin is !
jean
jean has always been about bros before hoes!
before you of course
but when you came along, he decided that maybe he was being too hasty
and well…maybe some hoes could be before bros…
not that you’re a hoe or anything! jean very well thinks he could be in love with you
and while he always thinks he’s in love with a girl whenever she’s pretty and nice to him
he swears up and down that this is the real thing
even though you are his friend’s girlfriend
he figured that love just likes to play funny games like that from time to time
he likes floch and all but seriously… what the hell are you doing with a guy like that?
floch has always been a try hard idiot, even back in high school
actually, especially in highschool
they were in jrotc together and jean was only there to fluff up his college applications
whereas floch was dick riding eren the entire time as if they were really about to go off into war with eren as the commander
it was so pathetic
jean really wishes you could’ve seen it for yourself all those years ago, maybe you would’ve chosen him instead of floch
he feels pretty fucked up for feeling all of this and for even growing resentment and animosity towards his friend because of his feelings for you
despite this, he does still like floch at the end of the day
it’s hard for him to not like the guy, considering most of his formative years included floch along with the rest of their friend group
but goddamnit, what did he have that jean didn’t!
he had met you in his photography class, and you two clicked immediately
your laugh was as beautiful as you are
and you did this cute thing where when you’d giggle too hard you’d grab onto jean’s wrist for stability
made him weak right in the knees
you two exchanged socials and when he asked if you were free the next day to maybe hangout you declined regretfully, stating you were seeing your boyfriend that day
boyfriend?!
“you’d love him! look here he comes now!”
and there came floch’s bitch ass
“jean? what the hell hey man!” that asshole had the audacity to pull jean in for a hug
“this is my girlfriend, i’ve been meaning to bring her around the guys to properly introduce her, but i guess you get the pleasure of meeting her first!”
no it would’ve been more of a pleasure if he met you before floch did
“oh no way you guys know each other? that’s so funny!” you beamed innocently
jean wanted to die right then and there
however as time passed you grew pretty close to jean, forming a tight knit bond that was more special than any of the other friendships you formed with the rest of their friends
you loved all of the friend group, but you were just closer to jean for reasons you couldn’t exactly pinpoint
maybe one of them was the fact that he made you feel safe in a way that not even your boyfriend could
all floch did was talk and expect you to be all ears but then wouldn’t bother to give you the same decency when you wanted to speak
he talked about his jrotc days as if he actually served in the military
after awhile you found your mind drifting off to jean whenever floch would get in these tirades about how he could’ve actually enlisted if he didn’t tear his acl while playing basketball with eren
you’re not sure how much of that you believe…
either way you honestly didn’t even care, you just wished you could spend more time with his friend rather than him
jean always came in clutch though, he’d sneak off with you at kick backs or bonfires, and just talk with you, not at you
you two bonded over photography, and you soon became his muse, his favorite thing to see behind his lens
you even gifted him a new lanyard for his camera, going as far as to embroider a heart into it
how could he not fall in love with you?
progressively you started to raincheck floch more and more to hangout with jean
you two would occasionally visit places like color me mine and paint each other mugs or bowls
(you actually have matching mugs)
you two were also each other’s go to partners for projects in your class, b-lining to each other the second your instructor announced that you had to work in pairs
your most recent project was the beginning of the end to the facade of platonic interest you both were wearing
your project was a conceptual assignment, you had to build a story via a photo essay with minimal text
of course jean had a minor freudian slip and suggested you guys build a story off of the concept of temptation
however you agreed, unsure as to why the idea resonated so much with you
he started off with taking photos of you in his garden back at home, kneeling before you and pointing his camera up while you gazed at him behind the flowers his mom had planted
and then you both were in his attic, he had laid some sheer cream colored fabric down near the window, gently prompting you to lay down atop of them
he aided you in covering your body with the nectar of smashed pomegranates, strawberries, blueberries and plums, staining your skin along with the silk nightgown he helped you thrift
“do i look okay?” you asked softly, watching him look above you with his camera in hand
“you look,” he swallowed hard, clenching his jaw
“you look beautiful.” he said quietly but his words rung in your ears as if he screamed it
“thank you.” you murmured almost silently, like you were too shy to accept his words
after taking a few photos, he crouched down on his knees before you, letting his camera hang down his chest, his hands hovering above the hem of your nightgown
“is it okay if i adjust this?” he asked, trying to ignore the heat climbing from his neck and up his cheeks
you nodded, feeling a heat of your own fan across your face
he carefully lifted the nightgown just slightly up your legs before slowly untying the ribbon at the top of the gown, his breath becoming labored at his own actions
he dipped his thumb into the bowl of fruit and gently drew across your bottom lip, letting the juice trickle down your chin
before you knew what you were doing, you took his thumb between your lips and sucked
he gaped at you, unsure if what was happening was reality or if he had died and gone to heaven
he said your name brokenly, like he was clinging onto his one last shred of decency
but when you just took his thumb further down your mouth he said fuck it, and pulled it out, replacing it with his lips instead
he kissed you hard and sucked the juice clean off your lips, staining his own with the taste of the fruit and of you
you pulled him down along with you onto the fabric, your sticky sugary hands cupping his cheeks and holding him greedily as you kissed him
he moaned into your mouth, his pomegranate stained hands clutching at your soft thighs, traveling up and under your nightgown to spread you open and hike your legs around his hips before ridding himself of his camera
he licked the fruit juice off your chest, groaning as he indulged in your sweet skin
“wanted you for so long,” he breathed out against you, kissing every available inch of skin
“me too,” you whimpered back, grinding up against him
jean fell victim to his impatience and his hunger, impulsively moving to tug your panties off
he devoured your cunt — completely ravenous while grinding against the floor of his attic while he flicked his tongue over your clit
he swiped some of the fruit juice off of your thighs and smeared it over your clit, ducking back down to lick you clean
and when you begged him for his cock? he knew he was a goner
despite how utterly soaked you were, it was a hassle getting him inside you from how fucking huge he is
but he just hovered above you, kissing you lovingly while he rubbed your clit, easing you into taking him
he fucked you with a sense of urgency, like if he moved too slow he’d lose you right before his eyes
you sobbed his name, like a beautiful angel beneath him, glowing from the light peeking in through the cracks of the window, your stained nightgown pooled around you like fallen wings
he clambered for his camera, hoisting one of your legs around his waist while he slowed his thrusts, slowly pounding into you hard as he took photos, making sure to keep your fused lower halves out of the frame
he ripped the neckline of your gown and trickled more juice along your chest and collarbones, snapping a few more photos before discarding the camera once more to eat you alive
you were left laying panting beside him, your body leaking with his cum and fruit juice
and when you could stand without nearly tumbling down, he guided you into the shower and washed you clean, kissing your shoulder gently while delicately gliding the loofah over your body
from then on that was far from the last time you guys had a sex induced photoshoot
and jean couldn’t help but to think back on it the most recent time he had hung out with floch and all their friends at a bar
“it’s getting on my fucking nerves, she never wants to have sex anymore and even when we used to, she was always so… boring, y’know?”
“and she never wanted to do anything freaky. but i bet you and that girl you refuse to introduce us to do some crazy shit though huh?” floch had nudged jeans arm, using his free one to bring the rim of his beer bottle up to his lips
jean thought about the polaroid sitting in his wallet of you spreading your cunt open and letting his cum pour out of your used hole
he shrugged, smiling casually while taking a swig of his beer “nah. not really.”
reiner
you and reiner were… friends… sorta
you used to see each other and go on dates and such
and maybe occasionally hook up
it didn't start off as anything serious at first, it was just casual fun
but then it slowly progressed into something with deeper, more intense feelings
however before it could blossom into its full potential, your shitty ex that you just couldn’t get over came back into the picture, and all that you were beginning to build with reiner drifted away
you liked reiner, you really did, but your ex had such a hold on you that you couldn’t shake off
but reiner really liked you, in fact he never stopped
so when you said you didn’t want to lose him as a friend, he clung to that, figuring that having you in his life any way that he could was worth it
even if he had to watch you get back into a relationship with someone who was no good for you
it was torture, watching you hang off a guy who did not care about you, especially not as much as reiner
but luckily, you continued to hang out with him, even after a dry spell of not seeing each other for a while, presumably because of your stupid boyfriend
he really fucking hates that guy
and reiner hated the fact that you still invited him over to watch movies, always looping your arm with his and resting your head against his shoulder, completely unaware that he’s watching you instead of the movie
and the way you looked at him…
like maybe you still wanted him too
it filled him with false hope that perhaps you did still have feelings for him, and that maybe you’d be able to break free from whatever shackles your shitty bf has on you and be with him instead
what reiner wasn’t aware of, was the fact that you wouldn’t necessarily associate his yearning with false hope…
after getting back with your ex you slowly began to realize the obvious; he ain’t shit!
but isn’t he what you wanted?
why aren’t you satisfied?
maybe because the only time you felt content was with reiner
and as you watched him talk with historia one night at some random club, you found yourself feeling wounded
but you didn’t deserve to be, you had your crappy ex that you wanted sooo bad back in your life, why should you care about what reiner does?
but fuck it! you did care
enough to where you pulled him away from her, giving a half assed excuse that eren was about to drunk–fight jean again and you needed reiner’s help to pull them apart
“alright, where are those two idiots?” reiner had grumbled, searching above your head to find them
you huffed, folding your arms as the alcohol in your system had you feeling both sensitive from watching him talk to an old flame and emboldened to give him a piece of your mind about it
“the only idiot here is you, reiner.” you snapped, and his face screwed up with pure shock, glancing down at you
“I’m sorry – did i miss something?”
“yes! no! i don’t know!” you groaned, face planting into your hands
he said your name softly but confusedly, reaching down to hold your wrists
you pulled away, looking up to glare at him
“you were talking to historia!” you finally exclaimed, and he folded those big…big strong arms of his over his chest, raising a brow
“uh huh. and?”
“you used to be like – in love with her right?” you asked, looking up at him irritatedly
“look, i don’t really see why this is relevant, or why you care so much.” he began to grow irritated with you as well, utterly bewildered with the situation
“because! didn’t you say she broke your heart or whatever? you’ll just get sucked back in with her and get hurt all over again!” you yelled over the music, as if your reasoning was the most obvious thing in the world
he stared at you blankly, shocked at the pure hypocrisy and irony in your words
“alright, i’ll bite,” he exhaled, grabbing your upper arm and pulling you into a quieter area of the club, dragging you like you weighed nothing
“first of all, she didn’t break my heart, it was a small crush back in high school and i was bummed for maybe a week – but you know why it wasn’t a big deal?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at you
“because she’s a lesbian! we were talking about her girlfriend, ymir just now before you got all jealous and pulled me away —”
“whoa, okay, i… i am not jealous reiner,” you laughed nervously, shaking your head
he chuckled sardonically, at his wits end with you
“really?” he stepped closer, trapping you against the back of a booth and with his broad frame
and when you didn’t answer, he just laughed, shaking his head
“i don’t believe you.” he said simply, smiling jeeringly
“and you know what else i don’t believe,” he leaned down, invading your personal space
“i don’t believe that you buy into your own bullshit. because if you really stood by that logic, your boyfriend would be the last guy you’d ever reach out to. but here you are.” his eyes flickered over you with anger and it made your heart ache but embarrassingly enough, it made your cunt ache too
“that’s… that’s different i–”
“no! it’s not! you’re just addicted to the adrenaline that comes with wondering if he’ll fucking remember you exist or not today, you let yourself get walked all over while knowing that…that someone else out there could treat you so much better.”
“oh what, someone like you?” you scoffed, glaring up at him
“yeah.” he answered seriously, staring down at you, caging you in with his presence alone
your mouth went dry and you stayed silent for a moment, not expecting him to have responded so confidently
“prove it.” you said, your voice drowned out by the music, and even though he heard you, he wanted you to say it again
“say that for me one more time.” he bent down lowering his ear to you
you held his broad shoulder, going up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear
“prove it, reiner.”
oh and he absolutely did
he dragged you to the bathrooms and locked the door behind him, damning everyone in the club to only rely on one bathroom for the night
he hauled you up and on top of one of the sinks and pressed you against the mirror, cupping your face in his large hands and pulling you in for a heated kiss
he moaned in your mouth, nearly bruising a kiss into you, wanting for you to feel him whenever your boyfriend tried to kiss you
“you’re so unfair,” he groaned, trailing burning kisses down the side of your throat
“one second you want him, the next you maybe want me,” he murmured between planting his lips hotly and firmly along your throat and collarbones
“i need you to tell me what you want. now.” he uttered lowly, looking up at you from beneath your chest, his warm palms curled over your hips pleadingly
you cupped his face, leaning down towards him
“i want you reiner.”
and he gave you all of him, with his hips flush to your ass, fucking you from the back while he forced you to watch yourself get impaled over and over on his cock in the mirror
his hand splayed tightly over your womb, pressing down while the other gripped the sink, his chin in your shoulder while he kissed desperately into your neck
he fucked you as if it were the first and last time, wanting to fuck the shape of his cock into you, knowing your stupid bf would never fit the mold his fat cock left in you
“i love you,” he moaned shakily into your skin, traveling between your grinding bodies to rub your clit while he fucked you, pushing your legs further apart to give himself better access
your panties grew slightly taut around your calves from the way you had to part your legs, breathless from the perfect, fluid motions of his hips and from his declaration, your heart soaring with adoration
“i love you,” you cried out, and he nearly came in you the second he heard you say it back
all night patrons from the club banged on the door and both of your phones were blowing up, but neither of you cared in that moment
all you cared about was being with reiner and how fucking good it felt to have sex with someone again who actually valued you and your pleasure
from then on you paid as little attention to your bf as he did you, always too engrossed with reiner to give a shit as to what he was off doing
reiner had been making up for all the lost time you two had from your lack of sex due to you getting back together with your ex
and he made you cum more times than that loser ever did
he’d eat your pussy upstairs at house parties while your boyfriend searched for you downstairs, completely unaware you were sobbing another man’s name while his was completely devoid in your mind
you could never seem to get out of reiner’s bed
not when he’d cradle you from behind and rove his warm hands over your body languidly while his hips moved into yours, filling your cunt like no one else ever has, pushing into your g-spot while his fingers worked your clit
he’d whisper how beautiful you look laying beside him like this, how fucking good you feel while he takes you
and sometimes he’d shed his gentleness after having to be in the same vicinity as your asshole bf for too long
he’d be fucking you just like that, where he was your big spoon and was cradling you lovingly, but then he’d shift around and push you onto your stomach, his hands squeezing and groping your ass, spreading you open to watch himself pound into you
“tell me you’re mine — lemme hear it,” he’d grunt, slamming his hips into your ass
you’d sob, clawing at his sheets while you laid there, feeling his cock slide into you relentlessly, almost angrily
“i-i’m yours reiner, yours!” you’d hiccup through a series of wobbly moans, the forcefulness of his cock fucking into you rendering your speech to come out a little garbled
“yeah? is that what you tell him?” he’d hiss, pulling out all the way only to slam back in
“n-no j-just you, m’all yours, only yours!”
reiner came in you hard, surprising himself with how much cum he pumped inside you
when he pulled out, he held you close to his chest, feeling how your heart raced with his
when both of your breathing had steadied, he finally broached the topic of you leaving your boyfriend
he expressed how he was worried you hadn’t left him yet because you were still in love with him, and not with reiner
you promised that it wasn’t the case at all, and that you only loved him, reiner . your sweet doting reiner
it’s just that you sincerely pushed your bf so far back into your mind you forgot you had to sever things officially and not just ghost each other
the conversation ultimately concluded with you agreeing to break up with him the next day
after it was all said and done you came back to his place, at last freed from the shackles of your stupid boyfriend
that night you two had sex with a condom, and you were confused as to why he wanted to, considering you guys always did it raw
“i just won’t have time to get you plan b tomorrow angel, i’m sorry, i promise i’ll make it up to you.”
in reality he just wanted to save the condom so he could throw it into the box filled with the stuff you planned to give back to your ex
your ex was confused when he saw reiner be the one to hand him the box full of his stuff, and was especially confused as to why reiner was smiling so hard the whole time
“left a little somethin’ extra in there for you man. from me and her.”
“i got a man but i want you, it’s just nerves, it’s just dick, makin’ me think about someone new.”
꩜ 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?"
Armin—your sweet, nerdy boyfriend, had you sprawled out in front of him. Bare back to his chest and your legs shaking to stay open. And for what felt like eternity, you haven’t been able to let out a single sound. Any moans just came out muffled from the two fingers pressing flat against your tongue. His roommate was home, and “you wouldn’t want him to hear you, right?”
His other hand kept your pussy occupied, letting his fingers get sucked back in by your cunt at a rhythmic pace. ‘It was for research,’ he said. You didn’t push, you thought both parties would win, you’d get some special attention and Armin could finish his paper.
But as time went on, you started to reach your 3rd orgasm. You could feel the heat form a coil at the bottom of your stomach, ready to snap!
Armin let his fingers fall from your mouth, using the spit to tease your abandoned nipples. It just made matters worse. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. One hand wrapped at his wrist, keeping his fingers buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, min- 'm close..."
He swallowed hard at that, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You could feel his bulge press against your lower back. He was still rock hard and aching, pre-cum decorating his boxers.
You came with a hushed whine of his name, back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where Armin’s fingers made contact with your cunt. He almost whimpered at the sight, his hand locking up for a moment. He pulled out with glossy fingers, your slick dripping down his hand.
The sound of banging on the door echoed through the room, “Can you two keep it down!?” It was Eren, apparently you didn’t keep it as quiet as you thought.
“If I have to deal with you and Mikasa, you can deal with this!”
“Oh for fucks sake.”
Might do another one with the roles reversed, wspppp
Summary: Armin Arlert- your trusted tutor and close friend. When you go to his dorm for another tutoring session, you find out he’s done a little too much studying of the female anatomy.
Content: nerd!armin, smut, virgin!armin, p in v penetration, no use of condom, not proofread
“Hey. You did really well today.” Armin whispered, hand gently rubbing your shoulder.
Face wet with tears, you muster a smile and turn your head to look at him. God, this was embarrassing. Absolutely losing your shit over math? In front of your cute tutor?
“Don’t feel embarrassed.” Armin adds, like he was reading your mind. “Everyone has their academic struggles. Math can be hard, I get it.”
Liar.
There was no way Armin had ever struggled with math as much as you have. After all, he’s tutoring you in it.
“Yeah. Thanks, Armin.” You wipe your face with the back of your hand, closing your laptop and book, packing them away in your bag.
It wasn’t his fault, but Armin felt horrible. As your tutor and friend, he was willing to do whatever possible to make sure you understand the concepts.
Armin stands up with you, catching your hand before you leave. “Hold on.”
You stop, turning to back to Armin. “Hm?”
“Listen, why don’t you, um… come to my dorm tomorrow? Eren is going to be out with Mikasa all night, so we’ll have privacy for more tutoring.”
After taking a moment to consider Armin’s offer, you nod. “Fine with me. I have some other work I need to finish, though. Is seven okay?”
Armin nods, letting go of your hand so you could get on your way. “Yeah, that’s alright!”
You smile at him again, giving Armin a small wave before leaving the library. He returned the gesture before sitting back down, already thinking about tomorrow night.
You had been over to Armin’s dorm before, so there was nothing different about it this time around.
Armin didn’t remember feeling this jittery about it, though.
“Sasha,” you look over at your best friend, who is sprawled on her bed, lazily typing something. “Can we move our boardwalk night to the one after tomorrow?”
Sasha looks over at you, brow raised. “Depends on why we have to.”
“It’s because I’m going to Armin’s dorm tomorrow night for more tutoring.” This catches Sasha’s attention - she’s sitting up now.
“Oooh, a date? It’s about time.” She giggles. A look of confusion flashed across your face. You walk over to your bed, unpacking your backpack.
“What do you mean by that?” Sasha gets up, going over to you and grabbing your shoulders from behind.
“I mean,” she starts, smirk getting wider. “I see how you two interact, and I see this trope playing out. Starts as your cute, smart tutor, you guys become friends…”
Rolling your eyes, you turn to face her. “Whatever you’re thinking will not happen. I can think someone is on the better-looking side without liking them.”
Sasha shrugs, returning to her bed. “Think what you want.”
You scoff, climbing up into your own bed for a quick power nap; but Sasha’s words lingered in the back of your mind as you drifted off.
“So, how much time will you need for tutoring and fucking?” Eren teases. Armin turns to face him, looking almost horrified.
“Eren! T-that’s not what’s going to happen! She just needs more tutoring, that’s all!”
Eren chuckles, tossing his head back. “I think I know what you’re tutoring her in.” Armin’s face is bright red now, and he’s looking down at the floor.
“Seriously, though. Mikasa and I leave at 6:30, and as much as I love her, her social battery can drain pretty quickly depending on the day. So, how long will you two need?”
Armin looks up, taking a second to think. “Uh… until 9:30?” It sounds more like a question than an answer.
“I’ll stay out of your way until 10.” Eren gives Armin a small punch on the shoulder.
“Quick lesson time, Armin. Always be respectful, give her whatever she needs, and immediately back off and ask if she’s okay if she looks uncomfortable.”
“I’d do all that in the first place.” Armin mutters, slowly starting to get annoyed.
“Oh, one more thing.” Eren reached into his desk for something, grinning. “Take this.”
He grabs Armin’s hand, pushing something small into it. One glance and Armin knows it’s a condom.
“What the hell, Eren.” He’s back to blushing now, but he doesn’t give the condom back.
“Hopefully it fits. Always use one of those, though. Lifesavers.”
“Do me a favor and don’t delve into your sex life with Mikasa for me.”
Eren looks offended, as if Armin were losing a once-in-a-lifetime lesson by not letting him talk anymore. Armin shoves the condom into his backpack, muttering something about ‘keeping Eren’s words in mind’.
Armin’s nerves are shooting through the roof all of the next day, only worsening when it hit two minutes past seven and you hadn’t knocked on his door yet.
He fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt, replaying Eren’s words from the evening before. The condom he was gifted still sat in his backpack, which was neatly tucked next to his desk.
Then you knocked.
Armin hurried over to the door, calming down when he was met with the sight of your smiling, kind face.
“Hey, Armin. Thanks for this, you really didn’t have to.”
Stepping into his dorm, you take off your shoes, looking around. Armin’s side was evident - anime and video game posters covered the wall.
“Don’t worry about it. You can come to me any time.” Armin ushered around, pulling the chair from Eren’s desk and sitting it next to his own. “Have a seat. Do you have your book?”
You nod, sitting down and flipping open to the page you were studying yesterday.
Armin's steady finger slowly moved across the textbook, pointing out key words and example equations. Your eyes were hardly ever on the pages; instead, they were focused on Armin's face.
His glasses drooping down to the tip of his nose, his blonde hair falling perfectly around his face, pink lips gently uttering words that didn't even process in your mind.
Armin paused, looking over at your transfixed expression.
"Are you alright?"
You blink, sitting up straighter in a flash. "Oh, yeah. Hey, Armin, why don't we, uh... pause?"
Armin raises an eyebrow, eyes curious. "Pause? We just started."
Instead of answering, you think back to yesterday's encounter with Sasha. Perhaps you could turn this into a date; even you couldn't deny the attraction and respect you held for Armin.
That's why your lips were on his before you had a second to think.
Armin's body froze up--were you seriously doing this?
Closing his eyes, Armin leaned forwards, pressing his lips deeper into your own, the flavor of your sweet chapstick making its way to his tastebuds.
You pull away just as your tongues fully intertwine, noticing the way Armin's face immediately dropped.
"Can we go to your bed? This chair is hurting my back."
You didn't have to tell him twice. Armin pulled you up, dragging you both on top of his mattress.
In the midst of sloppy kisses, clothes are ripped off and tossed onto the floor without a single care. Armin’s hands roam up your bare back, holding you steady to keep kissing him, your hard nipples pressing against his chest only feeding his growing erection.
Pulling away for breath, you look down at his bright, blushing face. “Are you a virgin, Armin?”
His face grows hotter, and he nods, clearly embarrassed.
“Don’t be ashamed.” You giggle, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from his eye. “I still would be too if it wasn’t for a stupid decision I made a few years ago.”
Sitting up, you tug at the waistband of his boxers. “What do you say we take these off?”
Armin’s expression is a mixture of arousal, shock, and nervousness. He nods again, but stops before you can take them off.
“W-wait! I have to get something.” He mumbles, getting out of bed to go over to his backpack, grabbing the condom Eren had given him. You let out an amused laugh, recognizing the metallic wrapper.
“You came prepared, huh? You knew this would happen?”
Armin waves his hands in front of him, condom clutched between this thumb and palm. “No, I swear! This was Eren’s stupid idea, he gave it to me…”
“I see.” You notice Armin tentatively pulling down his boxers, hands shaky.
His cock sprang free, pretty and leaky; you almost drooled at the sight of his pink tip covered in precum.
Stretching your legs straight, you slide your own panties off, pussy half-visible to Armin, and you swear you see his cock grow. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”
Armin shuffles back onto the bed, ripping the condom open, silently praying that it would fit, that he and Eren were close in size.
“I’m on the pill.” You blurt out. It was the truth, but you were also dying to feel Armin raw inside of you.
Armin pauses. “But shouldn’t we still…?” All it takes is for him to see you shake your head no for him to drop the condom to the ground.
He pulls you under him, somewhat confident for a virgin.
Armin’s trembling hands reach for your thighs, spreading them open for him to take a look. It seemed pretty similar to the female sexual diagrams he has studied before you came over, except your pussy looked ten times better.
He’s salivating at the view in front of him, now nothing but desperate to get balls deep into your pussy.
“Do you know where to go?” You let Armin lift your legs up higher.
He nods. “I’ve done my studying.” Even though he was quite shy about admitting the research he had done, Armin sure wasn’t ashamed.
“Really?” You wouldn’t be surprised if Armin was telling the truth. The way he slung your legs over his shoulders to correctly position himself was big enough of a hint.
With a shaky breath, Armin positioned himself at your entrance, wet tip prodding your hole. As long as he didn’t cum quick, everything would be okay; but that was much easier said than done.
He almost loses it the second you took him in past his tip, your pretty pussy squeezing him just right. Armin’s hips stuttered at the new sensations, his body practically screaming that he was a virgin.
“Take your time.” You whisper, a small whimper falling from your lips when he continues to push forwards.
Armin settles once he’s all the way inside your walls, long dick filling up every bit of space you had. His hips roll in small, calculated movements, testing the waters to see how long he could hold out.
It’s been a long time since then.
Sweat drips from Armin’s forehead onto your skin, your cunt stuffed full of his loads.
Armin didn’t know how to use his dick, not until the raw, animalistic instincts of sex kicked in.
Now he was pounding relentlessly into your sore pussy, pretty moans and whimpers mixed in with the lewd sounds of sex.
“Ah, A-Armin!” You cry out, eyes shut tight, back arching up off the mattress. His glasses were long strewn aside, but his blurry vision was still carefully fixated on your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust.
Armin pulls out and shoved his cock back in, tip hitting right up against your sweet spot, drawing you closer to release.
You’ve lost count of how many times you and Armin had both came. Four? Five? It didn’t matter. He was fucking you so good, you were seeing stars.
“I’m gonna c-cum!” Armin moans out, hips moving at a sloppy, fast pace, slapping against your own.
Cum squirted out of the sides of your hole each time Armin thrusted back in, the slick mess coating his dick making it harder to keep steady.
Reaching down, you massage your clit, sending you over the edge once again.
Clamping down hard on his cock, you cum hard, more of your sticky liquid coating his dick, a frothy ring of white forming around his base.
“Oh my god!” Armin gives one final, hard thrust into your pussy, shooting another fat load of cum into your hole. He pulls out, finally spent from all the fucking.
Armin lowers your legs, keeping them spread so he could take two thumbs and open the folds of your pussy, watching stupid amounts of cum drip out on onto the blankets.
He runs a thumb up your sensitive slit, listening to your whimpers as he does.
Licking his thumb clean, Armin takes a second to savor your sweet taste. “You taste delicious.”
“T-thank you.” You hand Armin his glasses.
This is the first time he’s seeing you clearly—your chest rapidly rising and falling, the cum seeping from your folds, the rosy tint on your cheeks. The sight is ethereal.
Armin collapses next to you, completely and utterly fucked out from your elongated session of intimacy, his body still shaking. Slowly, you turn your head to him, ready to ask the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind.
You were called by your lecturer to wait along with Armin. “Yes, professor?” you said while impatiently waiting to leave class. “Your last assignment was lacking. So, I’m assigning Armin here to tutor you for a few weeks” he said while looking through some papers. You looked over at Armin who was looking at the lecturer absent-mindedly. “Is that okay with you Armin?” the lecturer asked looking up from the papers. “Yes, all good with me.” he piqued while nodding. You didn't have it in you to ask whether that was really necessary. “Alright, thank you professor. Have a good day” you said wanting to hurriedly leave. You walked out of the class not waiting to hear a response because you didn't have any interest in doing the tutoring lessons.
However, Armin on the other hand took any tutoring requests seriously. “Hey, wait up.” he lightly jogged towards you to catch up with you. “Listen Armin, I know you’re a teacher's pet or whatever but I don’t need tutoring lessons so I have to go now.” You said annoyedly. “Yeah well it’s not convenient for me either but I have to do it or else he will question my capability if he sees that your grades are still bad.” He said bluntly. You stared at him blankly, mouth ajar in shock because you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward. You always considered him to be a pushover because of how he looked. “Okay fine, let’s go to the library now if so. I have somewhere to be tonight.” He nodded and began following you to the library.
You sat across him at the table, legs crossed and bouncing under the table. You were bored out of your mind and your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing but he already gave you an annoyed look because of it so you took it off the table and kept it in your bag. Instead of looking at the words written on his book, you kept glancing towards his hand moving on it. He has really beautiful hands, you wondered and your mind wandered to what he can do with it. He then slammed his hand on the book to get your attention which pulled you out of your trance making you look up at him. “Are you even paying attention?” He said with a hint of sternness which you wouldn’t have caught if he didn’t have your full attention. “Um, yeah of course. Why would you think I’m not paying attention?” You said while giving a half hearted chuckle. He just gave you a light glare and continued on with the tutoring. You sat there intrigued by this side of him which you didn’t know existed. Heck, you even felt a bit attracted and wanted to know him more because of it. While teaching, he stretched his leg towards you brushing past your ankle. He looked up from the book to see you squirm a bit with a soft blush spread across your cheeks. He knew you were staring at his hands and he wanted to mess with you a bit more but thought it would be too mean to do so on the first day itself
After an hour, Armin decided to wrap up because he didn’t want to overwhelm you with the content by teaching everything on the same day. “I’ll be leaving now. See you tomorrow. Same time, same place.” He said while packing up. You didn’t even realize an hour went by. “Oh, uh sure yeah. See you tomorrow.” When he walked away you kept staring at his back. Though he wasn’t the tallest, you also didn’t realize that he had kind of a lean build under the baggy t-shirts that he wear.
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Next day you meet him at the same time, same place wearing quite a raunchy outfit you’d say. After all, you were going clubbing after this with some of your girlfriends. He glanced you up and down before pulling out and patting on the chair next to him today. You walked over and sat on it feeling a bit proud that you made a nerd like him check you out since you have never seen him talk to any girls before. You pulled the chair closer towards him and the table to settle in. “Shall we begin?” You asked him innocently with a smile on your lips. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses further on his nose bridge and nodded.
Almost half an hour into the tutoring, you started to feel bored from just looking at how his hands moved on the book with the pencil and how his adam's apple moved up and down as he kept teaching you the content. On the other hand, Armin also kept stealing glances at your chest that were slightly spilling out from your V neck top. He snapped out from both tutoring and taking looks when he felt your warm thigh press against his from the side. You moved closer towards him, both your arms slightly brushing against each other. Armin didn’t like this teasing as much as you thought he would. Solely for the reason that it wouldn’t be right to lean over to kiss and ruin you for trying to push him over the edge. He gripped the pencil even more, knuckles turning white. He continued teaching while she stared at the book. He moved towards your neck, ever so slightly just to make you feel his hot breath on your neck as he spoke. You felt yourself squirming and becoming breathless with unholy ideas running through your mind. You couldn’t take it anymore and moved your chair a bit away from him. You couldn’t risk ruining your black lace panties before the night even began.
Time passed slower than yesterday and he wrapped up. “Any plans for tonight?” You asked him curiously. “No, you?” He answered a bit surprised that you wondered about his personal life. “Yeah, I’m going to a club with some friends” You answered as you watched him pack up. “Enjoy if so. I’ll text you next week about tutoring. Goodnight.” He answered and walked away not waiting for your reply since you both exchanged numbers yesterday at the beginning of the tutoring session. You watched him walk away but was snapped out of it when you felt your phone buzz. When you moved towards the table to look at your phone screen, Armin stopped walking and turned his head a bit to take one more glance at your bare legs as you wore a mini jean skirt only. He left with a head full of dirty thoughts.
As he walked towards his dorm room, Eren stopped him just to drag him to a club. Armin has said no enough times but lost a bet the last time they hung out so he had no choice but to go with Eren after dropping his bag off in his room.
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You entered the club lit in a purple hue of lights with white lights brightly flashing in different spots. You head to the bar and wait while your most confident friend chatted up some guy named Jean and got him to buy you all some drinks. While you were enjoying the drinks and dancing around, at the corner of your eye you spotted a certain blonde in the same green shirt you saw him in earlier. You thought to yourself that you might or might not be mistaken so you decide to follow the blonde you saw. He stood near a round high table with a goth girl and a frat boy clinking drinks. You watched as he downed the shot with ease and felt the burn of it in his throat reflecting on his face. He then turned around and you were right, it was Armin.
You felt quite shocked and a bit betrayed if you were being honest. Because the good boy image of him that you had in your head wasn’t somewhat true, but it also made you want to approach him. Yet for some reason, now that you find him attractive you felt awfully nervous. You turned around towards where your friends were and began walking away, until you felt a hand grab your wrist. You quickly turned around just to see Armin holding your wrist with his cheeks flushed pink.
He led you to the side a bit away from the crowd and leaned towards your ear to say “Can I kiss you?”. He caught you off guard and before you could register what he said, you felt your head nod. He leaned towards your face and began slowly pecking while holding your waist. Your hands roamed on his body and gripped his shirt to pull him closer. He felt the urge to deepen the kiss so he grabbed you by the back of your throat and tilted his head to the side so that his glasses won’t dig into your cheeks too much. You took a deep breath and began kissing him back deeply while your hand planted onto his hair pushing him closer. You felt his tongue swipe on your lips indicating you to open your mouth, and when you did his tongue began roaming your mouth like it was inspecting the inside.
Suddenly, you felt a warm metal in your mouth and you pulled away wondering what it was. Armin felt your body stiffen up as you pulled away and he knew exactly what it was. He knew that you felt his tongue piercing which was a surprise to you. Before he went in for another, he took one of your hands 2 fingers to make you swipe on his tongue to make you feel his piercing after he stuck his tongue out to show it. Your eyes widened because you didn't expect him to have such a provocative piercing. You moved your hand to the side of his face to grab it towards you to go for another kiss. This time you felt confident and he felt impatient to feel your lips again.
Both of you kissed for what felt like hours before you started dragging him to an out of order washroom. It hasn’t been in use for months because of a shattered mirror so it was convenient.
You entered with him and locked the door before heading towards the countertops. You started leaving kisses and hickeys on his neck while your hand roamed on his body under the shirt inching towards his growing bulge. He let out soft whimpers and moans while breathing heavily and gripping the edge of the countertops. You palmed his bulge over his jeans just to tease him, making him buck his hips up towards your palm. You let out a quiet giggle seeing his reaction and he knew you’d be just teasing him for way too long if he let you.
So he moved his hand towards the hem of your skirt and lifted it up revealing your lacy panties. The thought of you wearing it earlier to the tutoring lesson when you both teased each other made him feral. He moved his fingers to your heat over the panties making you bite your lips and breathe towards his neck. He felt himself lean towards your hot breath as he rubbed slow circles on your clit. You wanted to release so bad at this point you couldn’t be bothered to palm his bulge. Instead your hand reached towards his wrist to keep it still as you humped his hand.
To your dismay, he moved his hand away and made you lean on the countertop instead. He reached to your top to pull it down to your waist leaving your matching bra on. He grabbed one of your boobs while he left kisses and nibbles on the other leaving your nipple alone just to edge you. He moved one of his legs in between yours making you straddle it leaving you on your tip toes. Your heat was now on his thigh making you move your hips involuntarily. He kept pushing his leg towards you just to apply pressure. You felt your eyes roll back as you rode his thigh trying to catch your release, but as soon as you got close he moved his leg away making you whine.
He unclipped your bra from the back and circled your nipple with his tongue. The feel of his tongue piercing cold on your nipples made it even harder than before. After doing so for a bit, he began squatting down, leaving soft nibbles and feeling all your curves with the same hands that you were dreaming about since yesterday. His face finally reached your heat and he looked up at you while hiking your skirt up. He then gripped your panties from the sides to pull them down and off your legs just to stuff it in his pocket. You felt a bit shy now that you were bare and more naked than him. However, all that embarrassed thoughts went out the window when he began licking your clit with his tongue and caressing your folds with his fingers. You let out a moan feeling the touch you have been edged for too long. “So wet. Just for me.” He slightly smirked against your folds as he whispered just enough for you to hear. You felt your cheeks heat up more than you thought were possible when you heard. Not a minute later, he began eating you out as if it’s the first meal he’s having today. Your hand gripped his hair pulling his face towards your heat just to ride it. The way his cold tongue piercing kept hitting different areas of your heat made you lose your mind. Not too long after that, you felt yourself reach your first climax which washed over you making you feel so much pent up relief, but as you were catching your breath, Armin had other thoughts than to let you rest.
He felt your folds even wetter than before and plunged a finger deep in you making you pull his hair a bit harder than you wanted to. The thing about him though is that he loves and can handle pain very well. One reason why he has the piercing that he has. He added 1 more finger and began fucking you at a fast pace making you overstimulated. He stood up while still having his fingers in you and began kissing you while resting his other hand on your throat with a light pressure at the right spots. You felt yourself having a hard time to breathe because of it along with the pleasure he was giving you. He moved his lips away from yours and began leaving hickeys on very visible areas but you were seeing stars at this point so you could care less. You felt another climax approach soon and he knew as he felt you clench around his fingers. He helped you ride out your high while fucking you with his fingers leaving your heat pulsating.
He looked deep in your eyes as flashed his tongue just to lick his fingers that were dripping in your wetness. He licked them suggestively enough to make sure your breath hitched as you watched. You instinctively stuck your tongue out wanting him to do the same and worse to you. He took this as a sign to do the same and gripped the back of your throat before putting the same fingers deep in your mouth reaching your throat. It made you gag and have teary eyes but it burned so good as he moved. You swirled your tongue around his fingers tasting you and himself. It felt dirty but in the best way possible. He took his fingers out with a pop before unbuckling his pants to give himself a few pumps.
He held your arm and turned you around to make you face the mirror that was behind you the whole time. You faced the mirror and watched him from the mirror as he began lining his cock towards your entrance. He gave a few teasing nudges with his tip right before he sank fully into you. To your surprise, for a nerdy guy, he sure was packing. You felt yourself stretch around him which hurt so much.
After all, you have never had sex before despite how you presented yourself. You felt your eyes tear up and he noticed it in the mirror. He began hushing you as he slowly moved hoping it would soothe the pain. After taking a hot minute to adjust yourself to his length, you lifted your head up with hands on the countertop holding onto dear life to make eye contact with him from the mirror. His glasses were starting to now fog up ever so slightly making him look even more mysterious than usual. He held your hips and began fucking you fastening the pace. Your head dropped once again, but this time, he held your jaw and forced you to look towards the mirror so you could make eye contact with him. “Watch while I fuck you.” He lowly said into your ear and moved away after licking a stripe on your ear making you shiver. He began fucking you faster while gripping your hips enough to bruise them. Every now and then he would also give your round butt a squeeze making you moan and squirm.
As he kept fucking you, you became louder which could be risky because anybody could hear. He reached into his pocket and fished out your panties that he put in earlier. He grabbed it out and stuffed them into your mouth catching you off guard. He then grabbed both your wrists with one hand and your hair with the other. He pinned your wrists to your back while he pulled you by your hair towards his chest. He then moved it to your jaw holding your face in place while he fucked you deep with hard thrusts making his tip kiss the cervix in a way you didn’t think was possible. Your mouth was salivating so much to the point that there was spit leaking from the sides because of the way your panties were gagging you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear making you all hot and bothered even more because of his breath as he fucked you.
He pulled out and reached for the panties in your mouth taking it out. It made you cough a bit before you began catching all the breath you lost. He then flipped you towards him and made you sit on the countertop between the two mirrors. When your butt touched the cold marble countertop, you felt so sensitive. You reached towards his shirt and tugged it upwards making him remove it. You admired his flushed body that was glistening in a thin layer of sweat. He threw the shirt next to you and went in for a kiss as he entered in you again.
This time he focused on getting himself off. So he gripped your waist and began grinding into you desperately. His pubic bone kept pleasuring your clit because of the position making you leave scratches on his back shoulders. This had him moaning and whimpering while yearning for release. He kept fucking you for a good while before he finally felt himself spasm indicating climax. You felt his thrusts become sloppier and held him closer wanting him to finish in you, and he gladly did groaning into your ear. While he kept cumming in you, he rubbed circles on your clit pushing you over the edge and making you cum for the third time that night. He had you biting his shoulder blade to mask the loud moan as he hugged you while you rode out your release while shaking.
You stopped biting and looked at him trying to find his eyes, but because of his fogged up glasses you couldn’t. So you reached towards it and pushed it up to his hair before locking eyes giving one final deep kiss for the night. Afterwards only you realised what you both had done and it left you dreading for the next tutoring lesson. While Armin on the other hand knew exactly what you both had done and couldn’t wait for the next tutoring lesson.
hope you guys enjoyed this.♡ྀི
word count: roughly 3400 words
a/n: lmk if you guys want a 2nd part cause i might have an idea on how to write one more part. :3
You and your boyfriend had been dating for about 6 months now, you haven’t had sex yet because he was the most shy, nervous boyfriend you’ve ever met. You’ve touched each other before but you’ve never put it in, but, what you didn’t know, was he was also the most perverted boy you’ve ever met.
One night, you were laying on his bed as he was sat at him computer, playing a game. His phone was laying on his nightstand as it charged, you’ve never suspected him a cheater, that man was more obsessed with you then he was his stupid games. You side eyed it, trying to keep yourself from being nosy, but your curiosity got the better of you and you grabbed his phone, he obviously had you as his Lock Screen, your face to unlock his phone, and his home screen wallpaper was you, once again, but once you actually got into his phone, what you saw was the most surprising thing ever. You went into his photo gallery and saw nothing out of the ordinary, but what you really wanted to check was his hidden folder, but it was locked, so, you got up and walked over to his desk and held his phone in front of his face. “Baby, open this for me.”
You thought nothing of it, but when he looked up at the phone in his face, his eyes widened and he yelped and snatched the phone. “Uh, no! No, no no no no, that’s…that’s private.” Your eyebrow quirked in confusion. Nothing was private in your guys relationship, you guys have pooped together for goodness sake, what could possibly be in that folder. “Armin…open it…Now.” You said, firmly. Staring into his eyes with that strict mother glare, his eyebrows furrowed and his breath hitched, he couldn’t hold up when you gave him that look, you were kind of scary. So, he finally unlocked the folder and handed it to you, it did take the jaws of life to pry it from his hands, but eventually, you got it from him and started looking, your eyes almost fell out of your head, it was pictures of you, some of you in the shower when you were shampooing your hair, some of you getting dressed, and some of you just sleeping naked. He’d never told you about these before, but for some reason, instead of being disgusted or upset, you actually liked it. I mean, it would’ve helped if he told you or even asked first, but honestly, the thrill of the photos being taken in secret, made it even more exciting. You scroll through the various photos and finally get to the end after what felt like years of scrolling, and you just stared at him, you literally couldn’t believe your eyes, but after a moment, after processing all this, you couldn’t help but to straddle his lap, grabbing him by the back of his hair and forcing him to hold eye contact with you.
“Armin…when did you take these…?”
You ask in a stern voice, his eyes were teary and his bottom lip quivering. “Uh…I’ve been…taking them since we started dating.” He mumbled under his breath. You scoff in shock, trying to figure out what you should do about this mess, you weren’t gonna make him delete all the photos, but you couldn’t just let him get away with this either, so your solution was to make him dry hump you til he just couldn’t take it anymore, it’s more of a punishment than you think. And that’s exactly what you told him, “hump me.” You say casually, his eyes snap up at you in shock, he’s lost for words as he searches your eyes for any sign of a lie or that you’re just joking, but, he finds none. “Just…just now…?” He questions, his voice barely above a whisper as he places his hands on your hips gently, you nod in acknowledgment and he starts grinding up against you. You continue looking through his photos, pretending like you weren’t paying him any mind, his head falls back and whimper after whimper falls from his lips, soft praises and pleads dragging out with his unashamed noises. His hips continue to buck up, like a dog in heat, tears streaming down his cheeks as he kneads at the plush of your hips and thighs, you sit there, on his phone, not even looking at him, and honestly, that turned him even more. You weren’t even looking at him, how pathetic was he right now?! A beautiful girl sitting in his lap and she’s completely ignoring him as he humps into her clothed pussy, his tip was leaking pre through his boxers so much. “Please… p-please lemme cum.” He shoves his face into your neck, his breathe warm against your pulse point. You debate with yourself for waaay longer than you need to, purposefully of course, before you finally nod, which he immediately cums in his boxers, a huge wet spot forming on the front of his boxers as he shoots his load.
“Maybe that’ll teach you not to be a pervert from now on.” You say as you get off of his lap.
