Pretty Boy
Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader (NSFW, Minors DNI)
Summary: Armin takes an interest that feels a little taboo but when you’re so accomodating with him he can’t help but lower his guard a little, and so do you.
Word Count: 4.6k
Content: Modern AU, College Armin, Armin is a Nerd, Crossdressing, Riding, Subby Armin, Premature Ejaculation, Kissing, Raw sex, Begging, Soft Bullying, Vaginal Sex
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“Armin…you’re gorgeous.”
Your breath was tight in your chest as you took a step back and took him in. You had barely needed to change much. A little blush on his already rosy cheeks, the mascara only really darkened his already long lashes. Granted, you may have taken some artistic licence by giving him a generous wing with copper eyeliner (to compliment the blue in his eyes) and a smattering of freckles, a dash of highlighter here or there. You hadn’t even needed to touch the concealer and it felt like a sin to cover his skin in foundation, it was soft as a babe and just as smooth. How had you never noticed how clear his damn skin was? Did he take good care of it or was it just all the time he spent indoors?
“Um, thank you.” His cheeks noticeably flushed as he cast his eyes downward, pulling at the hem of the skirt. It only drew your eyes to his thighs. True, he still had leg hair there, but if he wanted to make this convincing it would be simple enough to remove it.
You swallowed dryly, forcing your eyes back up to his, “Do you like it?”
Armin leaned in close to the full length mirror, touching his face as he stared in awe, “I look like a completely different person. It’s…not what I expected. It looks a lot more natural than on Drag Race.” He twisted his body in the mirror, smoothing over the fabric around his waist and smiled at himself, “I look quite pretty, though.”
“Does it fit alright?” You asked, eyeing the top. He’d been too nervous to try it on in the thrift store so it was an estimated size, it hugged him tightly and you weren’t sure if it was too small. You reached for the fabric, running your fingertips underneath the hem to test the give. Armin yelped and you withdrew your hand quickly.
“Sorry!” You held your offending hands up in a panicked gesture. That’s right, he’s not a girlfriend who’s come over to try on some clothes. You can’t just adjust his clothes or touch him like that. The reminder that he was in fact, a man, made you flustered all over again.
“No…it’s okay. It just startled me. I-it’s tighter than my usual clothes but it’s not uncomfortable.” He smoothed over the top with his palms, rubbing his red cheeks before pulling away suddenly and checking he hadn’t rubbed off any make up in the mirror.
You sat on the bed with a sigh, “We could take some pictures if you like. It seems a waste to get you all dressed up just to take it off.”
Armin spun around, a bright smile on his face, “That’s a great idea! I’ll get my camera!”
He was already opening the door before you could protest, slipping out as you gaped at the door slowly closing shut behind him. You waited a few moments before Armin returned, blushing red right to the tips of his ears and clutching the camera tightly to his chest.
“You…you forgot what you looked like, didn’t you?” You asked quietly.
“Yeah…” He smiled weakly, “Reiner…”
“Did he say anything?”
“N-no…” He shook his head, “He just stared at me.”
“Are you okay?”
“Maybe he didn’t recognise me?” Armin looked down as he fiddled with the camera, a hopeful lilt to his voice.
“Yeah, probably.” Even Reiner isn’t that stupid. You changed the subject quickly, taking the camera out of his hands. “Shall we take some pictures, then?”
You had no clue how he was supposed to pose or if the lighting was good, but honestly it didn’t matter. Now Armin was comfortable, he was much happier. He had been so nervous about this to begin with. You had to do the make up first with the promise that it would wipe off straight away if he changed his mind before he would even consider putting the clothes on, but now he seemed a lot more confident that you weren’t doing this to prank him. Armin’s smile was infectious and it wasn’t long before the two of you were giggling like teenage girls doing a fashion shoot in their bedroom after school. It didn’t take much to make Armin look good either, his slim figure and pretty face looked good no matter what position he was in.
When you had first met Armin you would never have expected that this is how you would be spending time together but seeing Armin smile more now more than you had in the whole time you shared a dorm with him definitely made it worth it.
“I never get this sort of stuff, they look like clowns.” Reiner gave a halfhearted frown, waving a hand dismissively at the TV.
You opened your mouth to retort but Armin cut you off, “That’s a pretty outdated opinion, Reiner. Drag is actually a whole art form and has a lot of history.”
You both gaped at Armin, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the screen. Once you had recovered from your surprise you turned back to Reiner, “Yeah. What he said.”
Reiner scoffed, “Whatever, I’m going out.” He pushed himself off the sofa, leaving the door of the shared kitchen to swing shut after he left.
“Idiot. Well, at least you have taste, Armin.” It was probably the first compliment you’d ever paid Armin. He was polite but the more you got to know him the more you found him a little pretentious, not that you had spoken to him much since arriving in dorms. Five other housemates, each with their own bedroom ensuite and a shared kitchen. Of the six of you, he was probably the one who kept to himself the most and didn’t often come out of his room much less chitchat. You did, however, share a few classes with him. That’s how you’d found out he was a bit of a know-it-all. It meant he was useful to have around during tricky assignments but asking him for help was a little awkward, due to him being quiet. Honestly he just seemed a little nerdy, which is why you were surprised he sat down to watch TV in the first place.
“Oh…thank you?” He flushed.
It was a pleasant surprise, the other two girls in your dorm weren’t really a fan of the same TV shows you watched. Maybe you and Armin could be friends after all. You smiled, turning back to the TV, “So who’s your favourite?”
Themed nights out were so cringy. So why were you all in the thrift store rifling through racks for an acceptable 60s costume? Reiner and Jean had even dragged poor Armin along. You spotted Armin’s blond head bobbing as he hovering around the racks looking completely lost and sighed. He didn’t exactly seem like the clubbing type so he probably had no idea what to pick usually let alone for a theme. You made your way over to him, glancing at the dark fabric he was holding.
“Do you want some help?” You asked, thinking what he was holding was far too gloomy for a decent 60s costume.
Armin jumped and spun around, eyes round, “I-I was just looking!” He said it far too quickly, like it was rehearsed.
“What are you…?” You smirked, amused at his dramatic reaction and watched as he hastily tried to stuff the clothes he was holding back unsuccessfully into the rack. Now that you were looking at it properly it was obviously a skirt.
“Wait.” You said, placing your hands on the hanger gently, “Can I see?”
Armin gave you a pleading look but didn’t resist when you smiled, taking the skirt out of his hands. It was a dark pleated number, quite short but cute none-the-less. You held the skirt up as you looked at it thoughtfully.
“Want to try it on?” You asked mildly.
Armin was distractedly looking around, the others were all engrossed in a colourful rack across the store. “Oh…but that’s for a girl.”
“So? If you like it just try it on.”
“It…probably won’t look very good on me. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this sort of thing.” He pulled the sleeves of his blue sweater over his hands, as if covering more of himself would help him disappear.
“I can help. I don’t mind.” You smiled reassuringly, looking back at the skirt. It looked around the right size for him as well. It was a little risque for yourself to wear outside but if you were to wear it you could imagine it going well with a light coloured crop top, some chunky boots, maybe a knitted cardigan would look pretty cute with it too. You definitely had some accessories that would go well with that kind of look he could borrow. “We could get you a top too if you like.”
Armin hesitantly looked back at the skirt in your hands, licking his lips nervously as he regarded you. If he was looking for any indication that you were teasing him he wouldn’t find any.
“Would you take it to the register if I give you the money?” He finally asked quietly.
“It’s on me. Let’s find some stuff to go with it.” You went straight to the tops and Armin looked over your shoulder as he restlessly watched you rifle through the racks. You soon found what you were looking for and pulled it out, holding it against Armin’s chest. He was a little broader than a girl his height would usually be but it should work.
“Do you want to try this stuff on?” You asked.
“Not here.” He blanched, “Can we just try it on at the flat? We can always take it back if it doesn't fit, right?”
“Okay, don’t worry about it.” You grinned, gathering up the clothes in your arms, “But we should also find something for you to wear on the 60s night.”
Armin groaned, “Do we have to? I don’t even know if I want to go to that.”
“If I have to, you do too.”
“That’s a good one.” Armin smiled as he pointed to himself laying on the bed on the camera screen. Your eyes lingered on his lashes, now concealed by his usual glasses. He had kept them off for the pictures but needed them to look through them. It was amazing how much of a difference just taking off his glasses and styling his chin length hair did. He made a really cute girl.
Armin looked up when you didn’t respond, peering at you with big blue eyes. God, with those freckles he looked very fawn-like.
You cleared your throat, trying to find something to say, “Oh, uh, you have a bit of mascara…”
“Where?” He asked, touching the wrong side of his face.
“It’s fine, I can just…” You lifted his glasses and swiped the smudge with your thumb but it stubbornly smeared under his eye, “Hang on.” You flick your tongue out of your mouth and lick the tip of your thumb, leaning closer for a better look. It’s only when you try to wet the mark and try to gently rub it off when you notice how red Armin’s face has gotten as he blinked, trying to look anywhere but right in front of him. Was he nervous about being so close to you? Cute.
Your eyes meet his; he looked too sweet when he looks at you from underneath his lashes like that. It’s hard to look away, even. You find yourself trapped in his bright blue eyes, smeared makeup forgotten. The only thing that breaks you from your trance is his pink tongue quickly slipping in between his lips, wetting them. The little motion had your heart in your throat. His mouth looked soft. Absentmindedly you licked your own lips, Armin watched your mouth move intently. Your lips slightly parted as you tried to summon words from your throat, you were acutely aware that you had been staring too long. You needed to say something, lean away at least, but you for some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to move away..
Armin murmured your name, it was so quiet you barely heard it even with how close you were. He tilted his head slightly to bump your nose against his, so close you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips a hair breadth away. All you would need to do is just move forward a centimetre. No, less than that. You closed your eyes and grazed your mouth against his lightly. He really was soft. Armin gasped softly into the kiss, you were about to pull away when his hand gripped your shirt tightly and pulled you closer. You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it past his ear. You briefly wondered what kind of conditioner he used as you pushed into the kiss instinctively. Your hand knocked the forgotten camera to your side as you leant forward and moved to stabilise yourself, fingers brushing Armin’s thigh. He let out a muffled noise against your mouth, opening his mouth and running his tongue gingerly over your bottom lip.
He was soft and gentle, like he was testing the waters. Even when you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue only flicked timidly against yours, not daring to go too deep. It was infuriating. If he wouldn’t take the lead you would. You slowly slid your tongue further inside, savouring the way he gave a little surprised pant into your mouth. Armin squirmed as you took your time massaging his tongue, sucking it, only pulling away to nip at his lips while he caught his breath.
Armin moved his face away and pulled at his skirt between the two of you with a frustrated little grunt. You quietly watched him with a dazed expression, taking in the blush that had crept down his neck. It took you a second to follow his gaze to his lap, your eyes widening at the very clear lump in his skirt. It was obvious no matter how much he tried to push it down by pulling on his clothes.
“Oh. Armin, it’s okay.” You said softly.
“S-sorry.” He worried his lip between his teeth. He was clearly embarrassed, so why did it make you want to push him further? Was he inexperienced, getting hard over this? Knowing the state he was in underneath that thin pleated fabric was creating an enticing image in your mind.
You placed your hand gently on the hem his fingers tightly clung to, the other resting on his hip, “It’s okay, can I see?”
His nose crinkled in the most endearing way as he winced, “I didn’t…”
“Didn’t, what?” You asked, leaning closer as he mumbled panicked words quickly.
“Didn’t…wear underwear.” There was nowhere for him to hide his face but the crook of your neck, his skin felt hot against your skin.
“Oh.”
He muttered quick excuses against your jaw, “The skirt didn’t sit right over my boxers…it didn’t seem right to ask to borrow your underwear…” Honestly, you weren’t listening anymore, you held the back of his head as your eyes dipped to the hem he still clung to. You watched your own fingers as they slowly pried his from the skirt and nudged the fabric upwards. Armin whimpered feebly as you slowly pushed the fabric up his thighs, was it rubbing against him? The thought only made you more excited to look. He got this way just from a kiss? You knew he was a bit of a recluse but was he really that touch-starved? Or was the clothing affecting it? Soon you had the skirt bunched at his hips, bulge evident in the crumpled fabric. You couldn’t resist running your hand over the concealed length.
A choked moan burst from Armin as his hips twitched into your hand, his fingers digging into your clothes as he stuttered, “N-no!”
“No?” You frowned, pausing as he rutted into your hand. It soon became clear what he meant when a damp patch began to spread through the thin fabric of the skirt.
“Armin…did you just…”
“..orry…m sorry…I didn’t…” He sniffed into your shoulder, completely mortified.
“Armin.” You shifted him off your shoulder, forcing him to face you with two hands either side of his cheeks. He wouldn’t even look at you, his eyes were glassy as he turned away with his pink lips pressed into a thin line, “Armin, you’re so cute.”
It was like a switch was turned on for you, he was just so incredibly sensitive and reactive to everything you were doing. He got a hard on just from kissing, he came almost as soon as you touched him through his clothes. Was this that exciting for him? Your mind was racing, if this was how he reacted to the bare minimum how would he behave if you did more?
Armin was startled enough at your sudden compliment to meet your eye, “...Cute?”
You hummed a response against his neck, lips pressed in the perfect place to feel his throat bob as he swallowed. Your hands had found his skirt again, bunching up the fabric in your fist and pulling it tightly to his hip.
Armin ground against the material with a soft gasp as it rubbed tightly against him. As fast as he’d cummed the first time it hadn’t seemed to have helped him much, it didn’t look like his cock had gone down at all. The both of you watched as you lifted the skirt, revealing an almost painful looking erection. His wet tip was flushed and still connected to the skirt through a sticky string of cum struggling to hold on.
You covered your mouth and groaned. It was too much. Seeing nerdy little Armin dressed up in a slutty skirt, cock twitching as he couldn’t turn his flustered face to make eye contact with you. You wanted to do so much to him, tease more of those flustered little noises from him. The thick pounding in your cunt was making you impatient however and as much as you wanted to bully him more you wanted to move things along.
“Armin.” You breathed, pushing him gently onto his back as you clambered onto him. His hair splayed behind his head like a golden halo, “Do you want to have sex?”
You were already flicking open the buttons of your jeans as his eyes widened, “Sex?! Are you sure?”
Your fingers dipped into your pants confirming what you already knew, the thin material of your underwear was clinging to your cunt but sliding an experimental finger in between them surprised even yourself at how wet you were. It made you chuckle slightly, weren't you just so amazed that he could be so turned on by so little? He hadn’t even touched you yet but had probably made just as much of a mess on your clothes as he had. “Yeah, you want to?”
Armin gave a nervous looking nod as you shucked your pants, you were too impatient to remove your underwear too and slid it to the side as you positioned yourself over him. You pushed the skirt over his stomach, exposing him completely.
Armin caught your hand hesitantly, “Wait! Straight away? Don’t I need a c-c-condom or something?”
“Nah, I’m on something for that.” Would you usually insist on more foreplay before something like this? Yes, but you hadn’t been this wet in a long time and honestly? The thought of watching his face twist as you sunk down on him was too delicious of a thought.
“But what about-” He squeaked, but you were already sheathing his tip inside of you. You didn’t stop until your hips sat flushed against his. His wide eyes blinked as his mouth opened in a silent scream, frozen still with his hand gripping yours tightly.
“Breath.” You let out a shaky breath of your own as you got used to the feel of him suddenly inside you, twitching around him as you shifted.
Armin took a sudden, sharp inhale. Chest falling and rising rapidly as he expelled wobbly breaths, “Oh! I’ve never…done it like this before.”
“Raw?” You chuckled, grinding your hips against his, “I’m honestly surprised you’ve done it at all.”
“I’m not-Ah! …virgin.” He writhed underneath you, hands grasping at whatever he could reach as you rocked on him. His fingers dug into the fat of your hips and you weren’t sure if he was trying to push you off or urge you on.
“Could have fooled me.” Your lips pulled back into a grin but the fire spreading down your thighs took it away, mouth opening to let out a moan as you ground down hard on him. Your hands gripped his waist to stabilise yourself as you chased the sweet feeling blooming in your cunt as you rolled your hips into his.
Needy little whines bubbled from Armin’s lips, “Please…can’t cum like this.”
“Need to cum again already? Let me have my turn.” You exhaled harshly, gyrating faster on him. Your knees were shaking with the effort but you were single minded at this point. Armin squirmed underneath you trying to get any movement of his hips but you had him pinned under your weight, he had little choice but to let you use him like a toy to get off. And what a pretty toy he was, the mascara that had started off a little smudged was now rimming his bottom lid from repeatedly squeezing his eyes shut. The lip gloss smeared over his lips where you had kissed him. He bit his lip desperately with a frustrated groan as you leaned forward and pressed your chest against his, tongue finding the dip in his clavicle as you placed a wet kiss there.
“Armin…” You moaned, feeling yourself tightening around him. You stilled with him completely inside, heel of your palm pushed against your twitching clit as low groans rumbled in your throat. Your teeth found his neck and he whimpered feebly at the feeling of you clenching him over and over again. You took a moment, waiting for the pulsing to stop before you started moving again.
Armin jolted underneath you, cock twitching dangerously as you started again, “Wait a second! Give me a minute.”
“Nope.” You murmured against his neck, hooking the tops of your feet over his thighs for better leverage before lifting yourself off him halfway and pushing him back inside you.
“Oh god!” Armin wailed as you rocked a continuous pace on him, “Please, yes! Thank you…!”
You huffed out a laugh-turned-moan as he grabbed your hips pushing you desperately to move faster. Didn’t he just ask you to slow down?
“D-don’t laugh. I can feel it.” He whined, bucking his hips eagerly. He couldn’t do much with your weight on him but now you were moving he could at least fuck into you a little bit.
His protests were only making you laugh more, “Does it feel good?”
“So good.” He panted, crying out loudly when you purposely squeezed him, “Don’t stop.”
“You’d make a pretty girl, Armin. You even kind of sound like one.” You smiled, wrapping your fingers around his soft jaw and planting a wet kiss on his mouth and filling it with your tongue before he could form a retort. His weak whines in your mouth only spurred on your hips. God, he was so loud. Just how loud could you make him get? When you pulled away to pant for breath you could feel a string of saliva snap and stick to his chin.
Armin wiped his mouth, pushing his head back into the duvet, “Ugh, p-please!”
“So polite.” You said breathlessly, blowing your hot breath in the shell of his ear and earning a high-pitched whimper as he matched his thrusts with the roll of your hips. His movements were starting to get jerky, breath faltering the more this carried on. You shivered at the slightly cold slap of his skin against yours, a coating of your own juices having spread into his hair and over his bare hips. He was fucking into you as fast as you would let him, his balls slapping your ass as he groaned loudly. He was an absolute mess and you loved it. His cock rubbed your g-spot with every shove into you and you were starting to lose control of how you twitched around him. Whimpers of your own to match his erupted from your lips, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”
“I can’t…!” Armin keened, arching his hips from the bed to fuck into you desperately as his eyes rolled back with a completely gormless expression. The sight of him would have been almost ridiculous if it wasn’t such a massive turn on to see him completely lose it.
He looked so hot like this, fucked stupid underneath you. You had never really considered yourself a dominant person but for him? It felt far too good. Once might not be enough. You whined as you fucked yourself on his twitching cock, Armin uttering broken moans helplessly underneath you. Your oversensitive cunt rippled around him, hips stuttering with the force of the climax crashing into you like waves.
It took a second for you to catch your breath, Armin still inside you as he laid there limply gasping on the bed. You shuddered as you lifted yourself off him and rolled over next to him, a gradual silence settling between the two of you broken only by the occasional sigh.
“That was…” You croaked. Even if you knew the exact words to describe what had just happened you didn’t have the motivation to add them together into a sentence.
“Yeah.” Armin whispered, seemingly comprehending what you meant immediately.
You had helped Armin wash up afterwards, making sure to wash off all the messy makeup and catching a much needed shower. He was more than a little nervous to share a shower with you (“We weren’t fully naked before!”) but seemed to calm a bit when you turned him around and offered to wash his hair. You were glad to see that despite returning to his original clothes he didn’t seem to have lost that bright smile. He thanked you more than once (“Thank you for doing all this with me…and, um, for…”) but for the most part he seemed a lot more comfortable around you.
You sat in the shared kitchen with him, a bowl of afternoon cereal each as you discussed what else he might like to wear.
The conversation died when another tall blond entered the kitchen, “Oh, hey Reiner.”
“Hey.” He nodded curtly, continuing quickly, “Did you have a friend over earlier?”
“No…why?” You frowned.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with an irritated expression. “There was a mystery girl in the hall before, she was unbelievably hot.”
You choked on your cereal, spluttering as Armin patted you on the back.
“The fucks wrong with you?” He grimaced, disgusted.
“Nothing.” You coughed, glancing sideways at Armin’s flushed expression underneath his glasses, “Hot girl, you say?”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to track her down all afternoon. Mikasa and Sasha don’t know who she was either. I even asked Jean. She was like Historia but with shorter hair. Real cute.” He leaned on the kitchen counter with a pensive expression.
“She’s probably out of your league then.” You snorted.
Reiner tutted, “You're never any help. Where have you even been? I’ve been asking around since I saw her, I thought for sure she was with you.” He gestured at you, “I guess I could have asked Armin too but, well…”
Armin sulked, “They’re definitely out of your league.”
You laughed and Reiner looked between the two of you, baffled, “Oh, fuck you guys.”