“I’ll be great when I see you in those glasses again.”
— ✦ —
“Where are they?” You looked at the blond below you, straddling his hips. His back against the headboard as you’re perfectly seated on top of his growing bulge.
Armin leans on his forearms, reaching out to his nightstand for his glasses. Putting them on his face in a hurried manner.
The second the black frames hit his eyes, you attack his lips, making them slightly part. Armin's tongue darts across your cherry plated lips...and you feel metal?
You pull back in shock, "did you get a piercing?"
His glasses are the slight bit fogged, "I- uh, yea 3 weeks ago—I forgot to tell you."
The small metal ball lies on his pink tongue, glistening in shared spit and your room light.
"So that's why you avoided me."
"I didn't avoid you! I— I just knew if I saw you, you would try to kiss me or something...and I couldn't irritate it during the first 3 weeks. Also my tongue was kinda swollen," he rambles, embarrassingly whispering that last part.
…You’ve always wanted to see what it would feel like.
So soon enough Armin ended up between your legs. The cold metal ball making contact with you clit everytime he licks a long stripe of your cunt.
"Does that— feel good?" His cheeks are painted a nice rosy color, his lips glistening from your juices.
You nod, practically shoving his face back down and he happily follows.
Nerd!armin arlert loves it when you're mean to him!
Eren always asks Armin if he's okay whenever the dark, painful-looking hickeys on his catch his attention. But Armin always tells Eren that he's fine, that you're an amazing girlfriend who just goes a little too hard sometimes.
Armin is exactly where he wants to be, anyways.
Each time you call Armin a "sick freak" and spit in his mouth for wanting to be tossed around, all while peppering kisses over his cheeks and neck, the tightness in his pants grows.
"You can do better than that, Armin." Grabbing his blonde roots, you tug hard, forcing his face away from your pussy. Armin whines, gritting his teeth from the pain.
"You can do better, right?" Without warning, you land a slap to his cheek, skin stinging despite the reach.
Armin nods, whimpering softly after your slap. He returns to your sopping cunt, slowly poking his tongue out.
"God, Armin!" You yell, practically smashing his face into your pussy, annoyed with how slow he was moving. "It's like you do this on purpose!"
Trying to ignore the harsh pulls on his scalp, Armin devours your cunt, tongue flicking around as good as always. Every few minutes, though, he would let up, slowing his movements down on purpose just to get a rise out of you, just to hear you cuss and yell and threaten to slap him again.
He was doing it on purpose, because nothing turned him on more than being treated like your plaything.
A/N: I planned for this to be so much better, but between awful lower back pain and concerningly sweaty hands I wrapped this up quick. I think I'll just write a second part lmao
“baby-” his voice catches, breaking into a breathy, helpless sound as your hips settle back down, “please… just-let me-”
his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in like he’s trying to ground himself, like it’s the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart
you’re being a little mean
every time his expression tightens, every time his breath stutters like he’s right on the edge-you stop. letting your walls slowly drag up, pausing when only his tip rests inside you
His head tips back, throat exposed, a loud, broken whimper slipping out while you latch onto his throat, teeth and tongue making a mess of his pretty, milky skin
“god-” he exhales, tossing his head side to side like he’s trying to convince himself to hold out, “you’re-you’re doing this on-nngh-on purpose…”
you hum softly, dropping your hips back down, quietly giggling when his breath stutters and his back arches off the bed
“I can’t-” his voice drops into a whine, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, “i-ah-im gonna cum baby-please”
he looks so pretty like this, fucked out and desperate. you decide you’ve tortured him enough, lifting your hips and dropping them back down in a steady slap, slap, slap that picks up in pace
his words cut off completely, replaced by a sharp inhale that breaks into a loud moan. his hands squeezing you tighter against his body as he lifts one to back of your head, dragging your lips to his in a messy kiss
you keep the same quick rhythm for all of 10 seconds before he lets out a wrecked moan, burying his face into your neck as he fills you
you keep going, teetering him on the edge of too much as his groans break into whimpers, hands squeezing and pushing like he isn’t sure if he wants you closer or farther away
you finally slow your movements to a complete stop, armin’s still hard cock resting inside of you, cum slowly leaking out around the sides of him
you lean down to kiss him, and he melts into it, breath still uneven, hands sliding up your back to keep you on him
a quiet, shaky sound slips out of him when you pull away, and he leans forward to press slow, dragging kisses across your shoulder
you shift just enough to look at him, catching the way his face flushes deeper, the way he won’t meet your eyes
he looks wrecked, lashes damp, lips parted, chest still rising too fast
you go to pull off of him, and his hands holding your waist tighten
“…don’t stop,” he breathes, the words slipping out before he can think better of it
“want more, baby?” you tease, lips ticking up in a mean smile
a look you’ve never seen before passes over his face, and before you have time to think about what it means he’s flipping you onto your back
your mouth parts in shock as his hand comes up to rest next to your head while the other one reached down to thumb at your clit
“m-min!” your breath hitching as he pulls his cock out, just enough to rest his tip inside of you, and then pushes back in, hips flush with yours, tip pressing into your cervix
it’s his turn for a faint smirk to slide across his face
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.
-
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
synopsis — you just really love shy, nerdy, awkward armin arlert. not to mention how much you adore his tongue piercing.
wc — 5.4k
warnings — oral (f receiving), brief m receiving oral, unprotected sex, dom! kinda reader? armin is a loser virgin, tongue piercing fixation, mentions of drinking and getting high.
“Ah… I’m not sure if we should be— mmph!”
Armin downright whimpers when you silence his protest with a soft giggle and press your lips to his again, cupping his cheek like you’re trying to ease him into it. He kisses back, but it’s clumsy—his lips too hesitant, his breath shaky. The way his slightly clammy hands tremble as they slide awkwardly onto your waist gives him away completely. His fingers twitch like he’s unsure if he’s even allowed to touch you, like he’s expecting to be jolted awake from some perverse fever dream at any second.
You smile into it. He tastes a little like fruit punch and nerves.
How’d he even end up like this?
Honestly? He’s not entirely sure himself.
All he knows is that about an hour ago, he’d been forcibly dragged out of his safe, sacred little sanctuary—his room—by none other than Eren Jaeger, who’d called him a “shut-in loser” with all the affection of a lifelong best friend trying to get his social recluse ass to touch grass for once. “Just come out for one night,” Eren had said. “You never hang out anymore. You just rot in front of that stupid computer!”
That “stupid computer,” by the way, is the love of Armin’s life. A lovingly hand-built, high-performance rig that he’d spent months putting together with trembling excitement and a YouTube tab permanently open. The tower is pure art—transparent case with perfectly routed cable management, cool-toned RGB fans that change hues with each temperature spike, and a custom water-cooling loop that keeps everything running quieter than a whisper. The inside glows in a soft gradient from blue to violet, illuminating every pristine component like a spaceship console. His mechanical keyboard clicks satisfyingly under his fingers, each custom PBT keycap matte and worn in just enough. The desk is outfitted with dual curved monitors, a steelseries headset perched on a 3D-printed stand, and a carefully arranged line of anime figurines—each one dusted weekly.
He lives there. He thrives there. Not out here.
So when he’d first stepped foot into the frat house—blinking under dim purple lights, instantly accosted by the stench of sweat, alcohol, Axe body spray, and weed—he’d wanted to turn and run. Connie had looped an arm around his neck before he could so much as take a step back, dragging him further inside like a lamb to slaughter.
He would’ve given anything to be home. Back at his setup. Back where he could peacefully queue up for League of Legends or post a hot take on a message board about dungeon tier lists. His teammates were probably on Discord right now, wondering why his little green light hadn’t turned on tonight.
That was then.
Somehow– Somehow, in the haze of being drunk or high out of their minds— Eren was out of it, Connie was asleep on Sasha’s lap, whose head was on a knocked out Jean’s shoulder. Mikasa, for how composed she usually was, was slumped next to Eren, his hand wrapped around hers— you had managed to finally snag the shy boy to yourself.
You’d only recently started hanging out with the gang, weaving your way into their circle with a kind of natural confidence Armin found both mesmerizing and terrifying. You’re funny. Loud in a charming way. You speak your mind, talk to Eren and Mikasa like you’ve known them for years, and make sly little jokes that leave Connie wheezing. Even Sasha likes you—and she doesn’t like anyone new.
But around you, Armin turns into scrambled code. He avoids eye contact. Stumbles over his words. Does that thing where he pushes up his glasses like a reflex even when they’re already in place.
And it wasn’t hard to realize that Armin liked you.
He wasn’t subtle—not in the way he’d glance up from his phone screen when you laughed a little too loudly, or the way his ears would burn pink every time you plopped down next to him during hangouts, hips brushing, thighs touching just barely. He'd sit there stiffly, eyes wide behind his glasses, thumbs still tapping away at whatever gacha game or tactics RPG he was grinding, pretending not to notice how your perfume clung to the air between you like static.
You’d catch him staring sometimes—well, more than sometimes. Once when you bent over to grab a charger, and again when you wore that cropped shirt with the worn-out neckline, his gaze getting stuck right where your collarbone dipped into something just a bit more scandalous. But he’d always look away just in time, pretending to clean his glasses or scroll deeper into Reddit threads.
The boy was practically a walking Tumblr post from 2013. Always in those oversized hoodies with the sleeves too long, fingers tucked halfway into the cuffs, his laptop stickers flaking off from years of aggressive clicking. His room, as you’d come to discover later, was nothing short of a digital command center. Dual monitors—one vertical, one horizontal—cast a cold RGB glow over his unmade bed and tangle of charging cables. His mechanical keyboard clicked loud enough to echo through the dorm floor, each keystroke deliberate. Rows of Funko Pops lined the top of his bookshelf, mostly anime characters and one out-of-place Miku figurine he shyly claimed was "cute."
And that chair—God, that chair. It was one of those ridiculous ergonomic gaming thrones with a headrest, a lumbar support pillow, and armrests that he always adjusted like he was gearing up for war. You could tell it was his pride and joy, considering how he refused to let anyone else sit in it. Except, of course, for that one time you snuck in during a group hangout and plopped down in it just to see how far he’d go before breaking—he just stood there, mouth open, shifting awkwardly until he gave up and sat on the floor beside you. Pathetic. Adorable.
So yeah, it wasn’t hard to realize Armin liked you. He was just painfully obvious about it in a way that made you all the more obsessed.
Especially after that day Eren—loud-mouthed, smug Eren—dropped the most shocking bit of information mid-conversation over nachos and beer.
“Guess who finally let me bully him into getting a tongue piercing?”
Your head had snapped around so fast it almost gave you whiplash. "You're kidding."
Eren had just grinned like the devil himself. “Nope. Took him to the place on 8th. Cried like a bitch but hey, he’s got it now.”
You’d turned to look at Armin, who was red as a tomato, sipping his Sprite like he wished he could disappear behind the carbonation. He didn’t even deny it.
You haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.
Which brings you to now.
So when all of a sudden, you're sitting next to him on the too-small couch, murmuring something about there being something wrong with your phone, and desperately needing someone to fix it for you, and no, the dim lighting of the living room simply isn’t enough to inspect it properly—you somehow manage to drag him upstairs to one of the empty rooms, thigh pressed a little too close to his as you explain how glitchy your phone is, how you're so sure it must be some kind of weird virus, and wow, isn't that so crazy?
But cut the bullshit. Even Armin knew you were lying.
Phone glitching? Yeah, right. He’d seen your screen time stats by accident once—your camera roll was 95% front-facing selfies, memes, and blurry videos from nights out. He wasn’t stupid. But he was clueless—at least about your intentions.
You’d had a thing for him since day one, not that he knew, obviously. The first time Eren had pulled you into the fold, dragging you into their little friend group like some shiny new accessory, Armin had looked at you like you’d be gone by next week. He wasn’t good with new people—too shy, too stiff, too used to lurking in the background with his legs folded crisscross on the floor and his thumbs tapping away at his phone while everyone else drank and talked over each other.
Even now, when everyone hung out, Armin would be half-present—physically there, tucked into the corner of the room with his hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, but mentally god knows where. Probably grinding a mobile RPG or replying to a fan theory thread. He liked games where he could build things, micromanage every stat. His phone battery was always draining because he never stopped playing. Long, elegant fingers constantly moving, tapping, swiping. Even when you sat next to him, he couldn’t seem to stop. You once made a joke about how he probably tapped faster during battles than he would during sex.
You remember the way he’d choked on his Redbull.
But now—now he’s stuck. Sitting next to you in a quiet upstairs room, your perfume in his lungs, your thigh pressed right up against his, and your phone held limply between you both like some half-hearted prop.
He keeps glancing at you, lips parted like he wants to say something—anything—but nothing comes out.
“You gonna fix it or just keep staring at my lockscreen?” you tease, your voice low, syrupy sweet.
He blinks, startled, fumbling to grab the phone from your hands with a stuttered apology. “S-Sorry, I—um—yeah, let me just… check the settings, I guess.”
His hands shake slightly as he scrolls, and you bite your lip watching him. The way his jaw tenses, his brows furrow in concentration—it’s endearing. You wonder if he knows how flushed his ears are. You wonder if he knows how loud his breathing is.
You lean in just slightly, enough that your breath brushes the shell of his ear.
“You know,” you murmur, “I still haven’t seen that piercing.”
His entire body jolts. His fingers fumble the phone, almost dropping it in his lap. “W-What?”
You smile innocently, like you don’t already know exactly what you’re doing. “Your tongue. Eren told me. Kinda wanna see it for myself.”
Armin swallows hard, eyes wide as he looks at you like you just asked him to strip naked. “I-I mean, it’s not—It’s nothing, really. I-it’s just… uh…”
“C’mon,” you coax, fingers brushing the side of his knee. “I’m curious.”
He hesitates. Then, shakily, he sticks his tongue out just a little—just enough for the cool glint of metal to catch the light. Your stomach flips.
God, you didn’t expect that to be so hot. On him, of all people.
“You’re full of surprises, Armin Arlert,” you whisper, eyes meeting his.
And you swear to god, if you didn’t know better, you’d say the look in his eyes shifts. Just a little. Like something in him snaps or gives in. Like he’s done pretending he doesn’t know what’s going on.
“…Is your phone actually broken?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
You grin. “Not even a little.”
And for once—for once—Armin smirks.
It's crooked. Barely there. But it's smug in the quietest, most devastating way, because he knows now. You're not here because of some bullshit glitch or broken screen. You're here for him.
The second you lean in, brushing a strand of his blond hair out of his face, he freezes—like a deer caught in headlights. His breath hitches, lips parting just slightly, and his fingers tense where they’re still holding your phone like it’s a lifeline.
“You’ve never kissed anyone before,” you say softly, not a question. Just an observation.
His cheeks flush bright red. He doesn’t answer.
You cock your head, smiling. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.”
His breath catches again, sharp and audible this time, and he shifts a little like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands—does he drop your phone? Hold it? Hold you?
You take the decision away for him, gently slipping it from his fingers and setting it down on the nightstand. Then, without breaking eye contact, you slowly slide onto his lap, one knee at a time, until you’re straddling his narrow hips, hands settling on his shoulders.
His whole body goes stiff. “Ah… I’m not sure if we should be— mmph!”
You kiss his lips again, silencing him effectively.
“Armin,” you say as you pull back, voice low and amused. “Relax.”
He doesn’t. Not entirely. But his hands hover awkwardly near your waist now, like he’s trying to be respectful, like he’s afraid if he touches you wrong, the moment will combust.
You lean forward, just enough that your noses nearly brush.
“Close your eyes,” you whisper. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
He obeys, lashes fluttering shut. You let your lips graze his, soft and tentative, barely a kiss at all—just enough for him to taste your breath, to feel the warmth of you against his mouth.
He shivers.
You pull back slightly, your voice like silk against his ear. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
He exhales shakily. “It’s… it’s good. You’re… good.”
You smile. “You haven’t even gotten the full lesson yet.”
And then you kiss him.
Really kiss him.
You press your mouth against his fully this time, slow and confident, your lips moving gently over his like you’ve got all the time in the world. He kisses back clumsily at first, a little too much pressure, a little off with the rhythm, but it’s adorable, and you can feel the way his whole body trembles under you.
You guide him with quiet murmurs between kisses. “Slower… softer, yeah… there. Just like that.”
His hands finally land on your waist, unsure at first, then a little firmer when you deepen the kiss, your fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. You part your lips slowly, and when he instinctively mimics you—nervous, but curious—you feel it.
The smooth, cool ball of metal.
You pause just barely, lips still brushing his, a grin curling at the corners of your mouth. “There it is.”
“Huh?” he whispers, dazed.
“That piercing,” you murmur, voice thick with heat. “Feels so fucking good.”
You kiss him again, and this time your tongue finds his. The sensation of the cold stud sliding against yours sends a sharp little jolt straight through your spine. It’s addictive. You roll your hips slightly against his, and he gasps into your mouth, fingers tightening on your waist like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to pull you closer or push you away.
He tastes like mint and nervous energy, and the little helpless noises he lets out when you suck on his bottom lip are enough to make your thighs clench around his lap.
You pull back for a second, just to look at him. His lips are flushed, slightly swollen, eyes glazed with something between awe and pure panic.
“You okay?” you whisper, thumb brushing across his cheek.
He nods, almost too fast. “Y-Yeah. I just—I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
You lean in again, lips ghosting over his jaw. “That’s just the beginning.”
He groans—actually groans—and it’s the hottest fucking sound you’ve ever heard from him. You swear you feel him twitch beneath you. His hips shift slightly, involuntarily, and the friction makes both of you gasp.
You grab a fistful of his hoodie, tugging him back into another kiss, messier this time. Less structured. All tongue and heat and shallow breaths. That piercing catches on your lip as you suck on his tongue, and you moan softly against his mouth.
He's kissing you like he wants to prove something now. Still hesitant, still learning, but eager. Hungry. His hands slide up under your shirt, still shy but bolder than before, fingertips ghosting over the bare skin of your waist.
You roll your hips against him again, deliberately this time, and the noise he makes—somewhere between a whimper and a curse—goes straight to your core.
You smile into the kiss, breathless. “You’re such a quick learner.”
He swallows thickly. “I—I wanna keep learning.”
“Yeah?” You rock against him again, and his eyes flutter shut. “You will.”
You dip your head to press a kiss to his neck, right below his jaw. He gasps, tilting his head back like it’s instinct, and you suck a slow, wet mark into the pale skin, making him jolt beneath you.
“You’re so sensitive,” you whisper. “Bet I could make you fall apart with just my mouth.”
He whimpers.
And fuck, that sound does something to you.
You're grinding against him now, fully, the heat between your legs pressing right against the growing bulge in his pants. The way his hips buck up helplessly, like he can’t stop himself, is intoxicating.
You mouth at his jaw, then his ear, letting your breath tickle the shell of it.
“Armin,” you purr, “do you want me to show you more?”
He looks up at you like he’s ready to beg.
“Yes,” he breathes. “Please. Show me everything.”
You don’t make him ask twice.
You kiss him again, deep and slow, feeling the way he melts into it now. No hesitation—just heat, want, and the softest desperation in how his mouth opens for you like he’s starving. You taste that metal ball again, glide your tongue along it, and the sound he makes—fuck, you’re obsessed.
Your hips move instinctively, grinding down on his lap, and you can feel him. Hard. Pressed right up against your core through his worn out jeans and your shorts. The friction draws a moan from your throat that has his eyes fluttering open, pupils blown wide.
“Fuck,” you whisper, forehead pressed to his. “You’re so hard already.”
He nods, frantic, breath stuttering. “I—yeah, I can’t—I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh.” You cup his jaw, tilt his face up. “Don’t be embarrassed. You think I didn’t want that?”
You shift just a little, rolling your hips down with purpose, dragging your clothed pussy against his cock. He chokes on a gasp, his fingers digging into your waist like he’s trying to stop himself from bucking up into you again. You grab his hand, beckoning him to slip his fingers under your shorts, under the waistband of your panties.
“Feel how wet I am for you?” you murmur, lips brushing his ear.
He nods again, helpless. “Yeah—yeah, I feel it—fuck—”
You smile wickedly and grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one motion. His mouth drops open.
He stares.
Hard.
Like he’s short-circuiting. Like he’s never seen anyone naked before and can’t figure out where to look. His hands twitch like he wants to touch you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed.
You guide them to your tits.
“Touch me, baby,” you say softly. “It’s okay. You can.”
He swallows hard and palms your breasts gently, reverently, like he’s afraid to squeeze too hard. His thumbs ghost over your nipples and you sigh, arching your back into his touch, giving him a show.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes.
“You’re cute,” you reply, pushing your hips down again. “And obedient.”
He whimpers at that.
You roll your hips slow and steady, grinding on him until you feel his thighs start to tremble beneath you.
Then you lean down, lips brushing his. “I want you to eat me out.”
His eyes widen. “I—what? I’ve never—”
“I’ll guide you. Just do what I say.”
You’re already sliding off his lap, standing between his legs and shimmying your shorts and underwear down in one motion. His breath stutters when he sees you like that, bare and dripping, your thighs glistening in the low light.
You make a move to lie back on the bed, but he stops you, pink in the face.
“S–Sorry, I– ah– Can you ride my face? Please?”
He looks like he wants to wipe his existence off the planet because why’d he say that in such a high pitched tone, why’d he stutter like that, why’d his voice crack when he said please, why'd he—
But you just giggle amusedly, pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his face.
His whole body tenses like he’s trying not to combust. “Are you sure you’re okay with thi—?”
You don’t answer. Just lower your hips slowly until you’re hovering just above his mouth.
“Open up.”
He does, and when your pussy presses against his lips, you sigh like it’s relief. He’s clumsy at first—licking too shallow, too soft—but you guide him. “Use your tongue. Flatten it—yeah, just like that. A little harder. Good. Fuck, Armin.”
The moment his tongue finds your clit, you moan, your hips jolting forward. And the pressure of that cold little ball dragging against your most sensitive spot?
It’s over.
You’re grinding on his face now, fingers buried in his soft blond hair, riding him through sloppy, wet licks and messy kisses that leave your thighs shaking. He moans beneath you, hands gripping your hips like he’s into it, like the taste of you is something he wants to memorize. His piercing continuously flicks against your clit, making you whine and shudder, thighs clamping around his head. And soon enough, you’re coming all over his tongue, his name leaving your mouth prettily.
He’s hard again—probably never stopped being hard—and when you finally can’t take it anymore, you slide down his body and palm him through his jeans.
“Fuck,” you breathe, eyes wide as you feel the outline of him. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”
He covers his face with one arm, flushed and overwhelmed. “I didn’t know I’d get like that so fast.”
“You’re adorable.” You lean down and press a kiss just above his waistband. “Let me take care of you.”
He whimpers again.
And when you tug his jeans down, his cock bounces free—hard, flushed, leaking at the tip. You stroke him once, slow and firm, and his whole body jolts.
“Oh my god,” he chokes, hands fisting the sheets. “I—I don’t think I can—”
“You can.” You kiss the head of his cock, swirl your tongue around it just once, and watch him squirm.
Then you straddle him again.
“Wait—” he gasps. “Are you—are we really—”
You line him up with your entrance, slow and steady, and you moan when the tip slips in.
“Fuck yes, baby,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as you sink down inch by inch. “You’re inside me.”
He’s panting, chest rising and falling like he’s about to pass out. “You feel… holy shit…”
“Tight?” you tease, grinding down once you’re seated fully.
He nods, eyes wide, mouth open. “I’m not gonna last—”
“You’ll learn,” you murmur, starting to move. “I’m gonna teach you everything.”
And as you ride him—slow, deliberate, dragging every sweet sound out of him—you know for a fact that this won’t be the last lesson. You bounce up and down on him, watching with a gaze full of lust and amusement as he croons your name, head thrown back, drool escaping the side of his lip, thick glasses askew.
He looks like he’s unraveling. Like his brain stopped functioning five minutes ago. Like all he can focus on is the way your cunt squeezes him every time you drop down.
“F-Fuck, you feel so good,” he whimpers, voice cracking with raw need. “I c-can’t… I’m not gonna last…”
You lean forward, letting your chest brush against his, your lips brushing his mouth as you whisper, “That’s okay. Just give it to me.”
His hands are shaking where they grip your hips, but he tries to match your rhythm anyway, pulling you down harder every time your ass slaps against his thighs. He’s trying so hard to keep it together for you—sweet, trembling thing, so eager to please despite how close he is.
“I–I’m gonna– I’m gonna– I don’t have a condom on, I—”
“Don’t worry,” you murmur, kissing the edge of his jaw, tongue flicking over his pulse point. “Just pull out, baby. I’ve got you.”
And it’s like your voice alone is enough to break him.
His grip tightens—frantic, bruising—and you barely have time to lift off before he comes, gasping your name like a prayer. Thick ropes spill over his stomach, twitching cock pulsing as he groans and writhes beneath you, flushed and utterly wrecked. His glasses have slid halfway down his nose, and he’s too dazed to fix them.
You exhale through a low laugh, trailing your fingers through his release before bringing them to your mouth and sucking them clean, just to tease him. His breath stutters at the sight, and his eyes roll slightly as he pants beneath you.
You collapse next to him, both of you catching your breath in the quiet, sticky air. The room smells like sweat and sex and faint body spray, and outside the door you can still hear the low thrum of party music, muffled now like the two of you are in a different world entirely.
He’s quiet. Still. Hands awkwardly covering himself, glasses pushed to the side. You catch the way his lashes flutter, how red his cheeks are, how he refuses to meet your eyes.
You turn on your side, resting your head on one hand. “What’s wrong?”
He swallows hard. “That was my first time,” he says softly. “Like… all of it. Kissing, sex, everything.”
You pause, the weight of his admission settling into the space between you. He glances up at you finally, face filled with anxiety.
“I… I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”
Your heart aches a little.
You reach out and gently remove his glasses, setting them on the nightstand, then cradle his face in your hand.
“Armin,” you say, voice low and sincere, “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. You have no idea.”
He blinks, surprised.
“You were perfect,” you say, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “And I like that it was me. I like being the first.”
His face turns even redder, if that’s possible. “I–I didn’t even know what I was doing.”
“That’s the fun part.” You smile, brushing a strand of his hair off his forehead. “Means I get to teach you everything.”
He hides his face against your shoulder, groaning. “You’re gonna kill me.”
You laugh softly, wrapping your arm around his waist. “You’re such a cutie.”
You lay there together in the silence for a while, his head nestled against your chest, his arms tentatively curling around you like he’s not sure he’s allowed to hold you yet. You run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging here and there, and you feel him relax more and more under your touch.
“You still nervous?” you murmur after a while.
“A little,” he admits, voice muffled. “I just… I’ve never done this. Any of it. I don’t want to mess things up with you.”
You kiss the top of his head. “You’re not. I like you.”
He lifts his head to look at you, shy but hopeful. “Really?”
“Mhm.” You brush your lips against his again. “I’ve liked you since I saw you trailing behind Eren with your stupid oversized hoodie and your Switch in your hands like you were allergic to human interaction.”
He laughs, sheepish. “I kind of am.”
You grin. “And I kind of love that.”
He watches you for a moment, eyes soft and a little awestruck. Then he leans forward, kisses you with all the gentleness and hesitance of someone who’s just now realizing he might be falling for someone, and you smile into it, warm and full and smug.
Because you know you’ve got him.
—
It’s official now. You’re Armin’s girlfriend.
It had happened somewhere between all the blushing kisses and stolen glances and slow, breathy I like you’s whispered in the privacy of his bedroom. There was no dramatic confession, no rose petals or fireworks. Just him looking at you one afternoon with that overwhelmed, adoring gaze, thumb brushing over your knuckles while he mumbled, “Do you, um… want to be mine? Like… officially?”
And you’d kissed him stupid in response.
So now, two weeks later, you’re at his place again, perched sideways on his lap in his gaming chair, legs draped over one armrest while his are stretched beneath the desk, twitching slightly every time something exciting happens on screen.
You’re wearing one of his hoodies—big, soft, and smelling like fabric softener and his shampoo—and nothing else underneath. Which he hasn’t noticed. Yet.
His focus is laser-sharp, blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses, tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth like he’s fighting for his life on whatever boss battle he’s got going. You shift a little, trying to get comfortable in his lap, but he doesn’t even flinch—just grunts something about “just give me a second, babe, I’m in the middle of something.”
And yeah, it’s a little infuriating. But also?
Ridiculously hot.
Like, his headset is way too big on him. He keeps muttering things under his breath about cooldowns and mechanics and DPS output. His fingers are flying across the keys, long and elegant and twitchy, like they were built to type essays at the speed of sound or code random passion projects no one ever asked for.
At one point, he actually shushes you. A little breathy “waitwaitwait– babe, hold on, this guy’s cheesing—oh my god I swear to god if this fucking healer dies I’m gonna—”
You blink. Then snort.
“You’re so nerdy,” you murmur, voice laced with amusement, “I can’t believe this is my boyfriend.”
He doesn’t look up. “You knew what I was when you signed up.”
“Oh, I did.” You lean in, dragging your fingers up the nape of his neck, just under the headset. “And I like it.”
He shudders a little. “You’re distracting me.”
“I know.”
Still, he plays. Fidgety, intense, mouthing instructions to himself like some kind of adorable, socially anxious commander. You watch the screen for a bit, half-understanding what’s happening—some massive raid, particles flying everywhere, his team yelling in the Discord chat you can hear leaking through his headphones. Armin doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s surprisingly confident. Precise.
“No, back left! You kite, I’ll stun—good—shit, I got hit, that’s fine, I’ve got mana—”
You shift again. This time a little more deliberately.
His hands pause on the keyboard. “...Are you doing that on purpose?”
You blink at him innocently. “Doing what?”
“You’re… squirming.”
You tilt your head, smiling. “I’m just trying to sit comfortably, Armin. Your thighs are kinda bony.”
“I—what? I—”
He falters. And you know he’s starting to get flustered. Because his hand slips on his mouse, and he curses softly under his breath as his character takes a hit onscreen.
“Can’t believe I’m being insulted and sabotaged right now,” he mumbles.
“I’m your girlfriend,” you remind him, turning so you’re fully straddling him now, knees on either side of his hips, “it’s in the job description.”
He swallows thickly. You can feel him beneath you now—half-hard already, tension building the longer you stay in his lap.
“Please let me finish this fight,” he whispers, jaw tight.
You kiss the edge of it.
“Okay.”
So you wait. Sort of.
You shift again. Start pressing little kisses to his throat. Let your fingers toy with the edge of his shirt, lifting it just slightly. Not enough to distract him fully. Just enough to make him sweat.
By the time he finally mutters a breathless, “Got him, holy shit,” and slumps back in the chair, he’s panting and flushed—and not just from the game.
You lean in, both hands planted on his chest now, smiling sweetly.
“All done?”
He nods.
“Good.” And then you roll your hips once against his, slow and deliberate.
He makes a soft, broken sound in his throat. “Y-You’re evil.”
“Mmhm,” you hum, dipping down to kiss him again, this time deeper, tongue teasing the edge of that stupid metal piercing he still refuses to tell you the story behind.
It’s so easy to ruin him.
His hands flutter uselessly for a second before they land on your hips, gripping like he’s still not sure he’s allowed to touch you. You grind down harder, and he whines into your mouth, glasses fogging up, hips twitching like he’s not in control of his own body anymore.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice high and shaking. “I’m—I was just trying to game.”
“You’ll live,” you whisper, licking into his mouth again. “Besides… I like seeing you like this. So desperate for me.”
He groans.
And you know right then, without a doubt, this little nerd is already obsessed with you. Completely and utterly whipped.
author's note: HELL YEAH I LOVE NERDIFYING ANIME MEN!!!! fantastic give me 14 more of them bzzzzz
seriously when i saw this fanart the first thing i did was open up google docs and get my ass to WORK i feel like by now its really obvious i have a thing for nerds :3
hope u guys #enjoyed i have a really bad tongue piercing fixation, not sure if it was obvious... (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )
nerd!armin arlert and nerd!tim drake fighting for your attention ╱ mdni, dry humping, some sort of plot twist? wc: 4.3K ˚.✦
Armin helps you study in a corner of the library Mondays and Wednesdays. Tim and you share the evenings of Tuesdays and Thursdays at the photography club. Both of them are gone for you. They would say they’re in love if it wasn’t too rushed.
And you? You can’t decide! It’s starting to make you feel bad, seeing both of the men showering you with attention and text messages, being total gentlemen. Armin always brings you a coffee and your favorite snack for your study session, explains every little detail of the subject perfectly and then offers to accompany you home. There were a couple of times where your hands grazed as you two talked about the dumbest but interesting topic.
Tim was different, but at the same time, very similar. He has the same demeanor as Armin, same nerd vibes, but totally different ways of flirting. He showed you different ways of taking pictures and then he posed as a model for your own photography experiments. He has a different way of texting, while Armin sends you pics of things that reminded him of you, Tim sends you stupid videos that make you giggle. Tim always texts at night, Armin has a good morning message whenever you wake up.
Tim is the only one who had the guts to ask you out on a date, though. You and him went to take pictures to a cute hidden river in a little forest not very far from campus. He took too many pics of you and almost none of the actual scenery. You noticed, but didn’t mention it. One of them is your lockscreen.
You aren’t familiar if they know each other. Armin studies marine biology while Tim is studying some sort of engineering career. Their friend groups are different, you barely know anyone from Tim’s circle but you get along with Armin’s friends. Mikasa was the one who suggested that he help you with your subject. You wonder if she did it because Armin talked about his crush on you to her.
Your phone vibrates next to you in your bed and you quickly take it to check the message, leaving the half rolled cigarette beside you.
“Is it Armin or Tim this time?” Your roommate asks, rolling her eyes at you.
“None of your business!” you gasp, before opening the message. “It can’t be Armin, he told me he was pulling an all-nighter because he has a super important exam tomorrow.”
“About fish and stuff?” Pieck knows that joke lands every time, making you snort despite yourself.
“Yup, about fish and stuff.” You were already wondering what you should answer to the pic of Tim with his glasses on and watching some show you mentioned like a few weeks ago.
You stare at the screen for a second longer than you should, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Tim’s selfie is cute in that dorky way that always gets you, glasses slightly crooked, one eyebrow raised like he’s waiting for your reaction. Your stomach does a little flip, you start typing.
Pieck snorts from her side of the room, legs kicked up on her desk while she scrolls through her phone. “You’re smiling like an idiot again.”
“Shut up,” you mutter, but you can’t stop the grin. You set the phone face-down for a moment and reach for the half-rolled cigarette, lighting it carefully so the smoke curls toward the open window.
It’s not fair. Both of them are so… good. Armin with his quiet patience and those soft blue eyes that light up when he explains something complicated, like he genuinely wants you to understand the world the way he does. Tim with his easy laughter and the way he makes everything feel like an adventure, even if it’s just wandering around campus with a camera.
You take a slow drag, letting the smoke slip out between your lips. Monday is only two days away. Armin will be waiting in that same corner of the library, two coffees in hand, probably wearing the oversized hoodie that makes him look even taller and softer. He always asks how your day went first, before diving into notes. And sometimes, when you’re both leaning over the same textbook, your shoulders brush and neither of you pulls away.
But then there’s Tuesday evening at the photography club. Tim always saves you the seat next to him, his knee bumping yours under the table while he shows you how to adjust shutter speed. Last week he let you borrow his favorite lens and spent twenty minutes fixing your settings with his hands over yours, voice low and focused like it was the most important thing in the world.
You groan softly and drop your face into your pillow for a second. “Pieck, I’m actually gonna lose my mind.”
She laughs. “Pick one already or at least add more people to your roster. This nerd shit is getting boring.”
You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling while the cigarette burns down between your fingers. The truth is you don’t want to pick. Not yet. You imagine what it would be like if they ever found out about each other. Would they be jealous? Would Armin get all quiet and polite about it, or would Tim crack a joke to hide how much it bothered him? Part of you wonders if they already suspect something.
Maybe you don’t have to decide tonight. Maybe you can just keep letting both of them make you feel this warm and wanted for a little longer. It’s selfish, yeah. But when Armin’s gentle voice is explaining ocean currents and Tim’s laugh is echoing in your ear while he zooms in on your smile… it’s hard to feel too guilty.
“So, um… I might be thinking about something,” you start, already regretting putting your thoughts into words.
“Please, go ahead. I love it when you do that.”
You take another drag, your eyes flicking to your phone before starting to talk. “What if I kinda just… invite them over? Both of them… like, at the same time.”
Pieck doubles down laughing, choking on her own spit as she sits up straight on her bed, eyes wide and all. "Wait, wait, wait. Oh my god, you're actually considering fucking them both at the same time? Like, in the same room? Same night?" She clutches her stomach, still cracking up, but there's this spark in her eyes that says she's living for the drama. "I was joking about adding more people to your roster, but damn, you went straight for the threesome."
You feel your face burn hot, the cigarette almost slipping from your fingers as you sit up too. The smoke curls around your room like it's trying to hide how nervous you suddenly are. "Shhh! Keep your voice down, Pieck! I didn't say I was gonna do it for real... I just... what if? They're both so sweet and gentle in their own ways and I like them so much it hurts. But they're awkward, maybe they freak out…”
Pieck wipes a tear from laughing too hard and leans forward, elbows on her knees. "They’re nerds, girl.”
“And?”
“They’re freaks.”
“What are you trying to tell me?” You blink, arching your brows and waiting for her to tell you something more.
Pieck just clicks her tongue and scoots closer, letting the cigarette rest in the window.
“Okay, pictures this. You text them both something casual, to come over to study or some shit. And then you just... lay it out. 'I can't pick between you two, so maybe we don't have to pick at all tonight.'"
She pauses, grinning like the devil herself. "Worst case, they both get awkward, mumble something about needing to go and you end up eating snacks alone while scrolling through their texts. Best case? They look at each other, shrug and realize they both just want you happy. Imagine Armin's soft kisses on your neck while Tim's laughing against your lips, all three of you tangled up in your tiny dorm bed."
Your heart races just hearing her say it, a mix of excitement and pure panic bubbling in your chest. "God, you're making it sound too good. But they're guys, Pieck. What if they get jealous mid-way and it turns into some weird competition? Or worse, they both say no and then things get awkward with both of them forever? I don't wanna lose them as… friends."
Pieck grimaces at you. “Have you ever considered them friends?”
You get silenced. Not even looking at her anymore and just focused on finishing your cigarette. It’s true, since the moment you met the guys, you’ve seen them as future lovers and not as actual friends. Maybe your whole perspective is distorted because of that.
“Woah, okay. Don’t eat your brains, girl,” Pieck notices the little worried expression in your face, extending her palms towards you. “Try to invite them over, not even to fuck, just to have a little chat.”
You stare at Pieck for a long second, your heart is still doing that stupid fluttery thing, half from her wild ideas and half from the fact that yeah, she's kind of right. You never really let yourself think of Armin or Tim as just friends. From the first study session with Armin, when his fingers brushed yours over a diagram, to the way Tim's laugh made your chest feel warm during that river date... it was always more.
"Okay," you say finally, voice quieter than you meant it to be. "Just... inviting them over. Like, Saturday. I can say I'm stressed about midterms or something and need company to study. Or binge a show. Pieck, you'll be out, right?"
She grins, already grabbing her phone like she's ready to help draft the texts. "Obviously. I'll crash at Historia's. Just promise me you'll at least flirt a little. See what happens."
You nod, but your stomach twists as you pick up your phone again. Tim's selfie is still open, that crooked grin staring back at you. You switch to your chat with Armin first. He's probably buried in textbooks right now, but you type anyway.
You send the invitation before you can overthink it, then switch to Tim's chat. You drop the phone on your bed like it's burning your hands. Pieck is watching you with that knowing smirk, but she doesn't say anything else. She just kicks her legs up again and goes back to scrolling.
The replies come faster than you expect. Armin first, of course. Always reliable. Then Tim's message pops up right after. You bite your lip, typing quick replies to both. Saturday at 7. Casual. But inside, your mind is already spinning. What if they show up at the same time? What if they don't? What if one of them leaves early and the other stays and... no. You push the thought down. It's just hanging out. Just seeing them both in the same space for once.
The days drag after that. Monday with Armin in the library is the same as always. He shows up with your usual coffee and those little cookies you like, hair a bit messy from the wind outside. When your hands brush again while he points at a graph, you let it linger a second longer than necessary. His eyes flick up to yours, soft and blue, and he smiles like he doesn't even realize what he's doing.
Tuesday evening at the photography club, Tim is waiting with your seat saved. He leans in close while showing you a new editing trick on his laptop, his shoulder pressed against yours. "See? Makes the colors pop just like that river shot," he murmurs, and you remember the way he kept stealing glances at you that day. You laugh at one of his dumb jokes and he lights up, like your laugh is the best thing he's heard all week.
By the time Saturday rolls around, you're a nervous wreck. Pieck left an hour ago with a "good luck, don't chicken out." The dorm room is cleaner than usual, you changed your sheets, lit a candle that smells like vanilla and even picked out a cute but casual outfit. Nothing too try-hard. Just jeans and a soft sweater that slips off one shoulder a little.
At 6:55 your phone buzzes. Armin: "Here! Which room again?" You text back the number and take a deep breath. He's early. Of course he is. A knock comes a minute later. You open the door and there he is, tall and a bit awkward in the hallway light, holding a paper bag with what smells like fresh pastries. His blond hair is neatly brushed for once and he's wearing that hoodie you like.
"Hey," he says softly, smiling as he steps inside. "Brought those croissants you mentioned last time. Figured we could—"
Another knock cuts him off. Sharper, a little faster.
You freeze. Armin turns toward the door, brow furrowing just a bit.
You open it again and there stands Tim, backpack slung over one shoulder, camera case in hand, that easy grin on his face. His glasses are on, hair slightly tousled like he ran his hands through it on the way over. He looks past you and spots Armin immediately.
“So, um…” you start.
"What the fuck?" Tim blurts, eyes widening. "What is he doing here?"
Armin blinks, the bag of pastries crinkling in his grip. "Tim? Wait... you're here too?"
They both turn to you at the same time, confusion written all over their faces. You don’t register what is happening right now. You swallow hard, heart hammering. "Uh... do you two know each other?"
Tim lets out a short laugh, stepping inside and closing the door behind him like he needs privacy. "Know each other? Well, yeah. We... uh..." He rubs the back of his neck, glancing at Armin. "We dated. For like, four months last year. Broke up right before summer break." Armin nods, not really staring at anyone.
Your whole expression drops. This cannot be happening right now. Of all the possible outcomes of this situation, this was undoubtedly the worst of them. You just put two exes in a room, and you were about to ask them if they wanted to fuck you at the same time. It’s fucked up, it’s so fucked up you have to take a step back.
“Holy shit…” You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and walk back until you sit on your bed. “I’m so sorry, oh my god. I didn’t know… I swear, I had no idea.”
Tim and Armin exchange a look. It’s been a while since they didn't speak, the wound of the end of their relationship was perfectly healed.
“Why did you, um… invite us here? At the same time?” Armin asks, biting the inside of his cheek.
You look up at them, not wanting to tell him because of your own embarrassment. “I’m really sorry,” you mumble again. “I didn’t mean to put you guys in this weird spot. If you wanna leave, it’s totally fine. I can just… pretend this never happened.”
Tim lets out a gentle laugh, not mean or anything, just soft like he’s trying to ease the tension. He drops down to sit across from you, cross-legged and pats the spot next to him for Armin. “Me and Armin are chill, okay? It was a mutual breakup, we just… grew apart. It’s not like we hate each other or anything.”
Armin nods quickly, finally setting the pastries down on your desk and sitting beside Tim. His cheeks are a little pink too, but his voice stays calm and patient like always. “Yeah. It’s fine. Really. But we do wanna know why you invited us both here.”
You swallow hard, staring at your knees instead of their faces. Your sweater slips a little further off your shoulder and you don’t even fix it. The words feel stuck in your throat, all sticky and embarrassing. You pick at a loose thread on your jeans, heart pounding so loud you’re sure they can hear it.
“I… um…” Your voice comes out shaky. “I have a crush on both of you. Like… a really big one. I can’t decide between you guys and it’s been making me feel awful because you’re both so sweet and you make me feel special in different ways and I didn’t want to hurt either of you by picking one and ignoring the other. So I thought… maybe if I got you both here, we could… I don’t know… do something about it?”
You squeeze your eyes shut for a second, the last part barely above a whisper. “God, saying it out loud makes it sound so stupid. I’m sorry. I know it’s selfish and probably creepy now that I know you used to date each other. You can tell me I’m crazy and leave if you want. I won’t be mad.”
The room goes quiet again. You risk a tiny peek up at them. Tim is smiling, one eyebrow raised just like in the selfie he sent you. He looks over at Armin, then back to you. “Not creepy. Kinda brave, actually. And honestly? Flattering as hell.”
Armin bites his lip, but there’s a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth too. His blue eyes are soft when they meet yours. “I… I like you a lot too. More than a lot, if I’m being honest. And knowing Tim feels the same way… it doesn’t make me want to run. It just makes me wonder what you were hoping would happen tonight.”
You feel your face get even hotter. You pull your knees up to your chest and hide half your face behind them, peeking out anyway because you can’t stop looking at them. “I don’t know exactly. I just… didn’t want to lose the chance to spend time with both of you. Pieck kept saying I should pick, but I couldn’t. And then she joked about… um… never mind. Forget that part.”
Tim chuckles low, scooting a little closer so his knee bumps yours gently. “Uh-uh, don’t leave us hanging now. What did Pieck say?”
You groan and drop your forehead to your knees for a second. “She said maybe I didn’t have to pick at all. Like… all three of us.” Your voice cracks a little on the last word. “But that was just her being dramatic! I wasn’t even sure I wanted that. I just wanted to hang out and see how it felt having you both in the same room. But now it’s all out there and I feel like an idiot.”
Armin reaches out slowly, his fingers brushing lightly against your ankle, warm and careful. “You’re not an idiot,” he says quietly. “And I’m not freaking out. Are you, Tim?”
Tim shakes his head, still smiling but his eyes are a little darker now, more focused on you. “Not even a little. If anything, it’s kinda hot that you like us both enough to try this.” He tilts his head, voice dropping softer. “So… what do you want right now? We could watch a movie while we all pretend this conversation didn’t happen? Or… something else?”
You lift your head, looking between them. Armin’s hand is still resting near your leg, gentle and patient. Tim’s knee is warm against yours, his grin turning a little playful but still sweet.
“I… I don’t know,” you whisper, honest this time. “I like the way you both make me feel. I just… I want both. Is that bad?”
Neither of them answers right away with words. Instead, Armin gives your ankle a soft squeeze. “Not bad at all.” And Tim leans in just a little, voice low and warm. “We won't make you choose tonight.”
Your heart skips so hard it almost hurts. You’re still embarrassed with your cheeks on fire, but the way they’re both looking at you now makes it hard to remember why you were so scared in the first place.
Tim moves first, sliding closer on the floor until his chest almost brushes yours. He cups your face with one hand, thumb stroking your cheek so gently it makes your stomach flip. “You sure?” he whispers.
You answer by leaning in. His lips meet yours, soft at first, then deeper. His tongue slides against yours and you sigh into the kiss, tasting the faint sweetness of whatever gum he’d been chewing earlier. One of your hands comes up to grip his shirt. Armin watches for a moment, breathing a little faster, then he shifts in too. His fingers slide from your ankle up to your knee, squeezing lightly. When Tim pulls back just enough to breathe, Armin leans over and kisses you next. His mouth is sweeter, but just as eager. His lips feel plush and warm, and he lets out a tiny hum when you open for him.
You’re already dizzy when Tim kisses the corner of your mouth while Armin is still kissing you full. Then they switch again, trading places like it’s the most natural thing. At one point both sets of lips are on yours at the same time, messy and wet, tongues brushing together with yours in the middle. You whimper softly, overwhelmed in the best way.
Somehow you all end up on the bed, clothes still on but everything feeling way too hot. You’re in the middle, back against the pillows, with Tim on your right and Armin on your left. Tim’s hand slips under the hem of your sweater, palm warm and rough against your waist. Armin’s mouth moves to your neck, pressing open, wet kisses along your skin while his fingers tangle gently in your hair.
“You’re so pretty,” Tim mutters, before sucking a mark in your bare shoulder. “Isn’t she the prettiest girl, Armin?”
“She is.” He pulls from your neck just to answer, making you giggle. “And she makes the prettiest sounds.”
“Guys!” you try to say, but the only thing you achieve with that is Armin taking your lips again.
Tim presses his hips against your thigh first, rolling them in a steady rhythm. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans, the thick line of his cock rubbing right along your leg with every push. He groans low against your ear. “God… you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he mutters, grinding a little harder, the friction making your own hips twitch.
You moan softly and roll back against him, chasing the pressure. At the same time Armin shifts closer, sliding one of his legs between yours. He rocks his hips forward gently at first, then firmer, pressing his hardness against your other thigh. The movement is slower than Tim’s but deeper, like he’s savoring every second. His breath hitches against your neck. “Feels… really good,” he whispers.
You’re sandwiched between them, their bodies warm and solid. Every time Tim grinds down, his cock drags along your thigh in a firm, needy stroke. Armin matches him on the other side, hips rolling in smooth waves that push his bulge right where you can feel the heat of him through both your clothes. The denim rubs together mixed with your heavy breathing.
Tim kisses you again, tongue sliding against yours while he grinds harder and desperate. “Fuck… keep moving like that,” he pants when you roll your hips up to meet him.
Armin nips at your collarbone, then lifts his head. His cheeks are flushed pink, lips swollen. He glances at Tim over your shoulder. “We’re chill, right?” he asks quietly.
Tim nods, eyes dark. “More than chill.” Then, without warning, he leans across you and catches Armin’s mouth in a kiss.
You watch, heart racing, as their lips move together, tongues brushing. Tim’s hand stays on your waist, squeezing, while Armin makes a soft sound into the kiss. It only lasts a few seconds, but it’s enough to make heat pool low in your belly. When they pull apart, both of them turn back to you like you’re the center of everything.
Armin kisses you next, while Tim’s hips keep rolling against your thigh in steady thrusts. You can feel the way Tim’s cock twitches every time you press back. Armin’s grinding gets a little faster too, his hardness dragging up and down your other leg, the friction building until you’re gasping between kisses.
“You’re so warm,” Armin murmurs against your lips, hips rocking firmer now. “Feels perfect…”
Tim chuckles breathlessly, nipping at your ear. “She’s soaked through her pants already, I bet.” He grinds down harder, the thick ridge of his cock pressing right against the seam of your pants, right where it makes sparks shoot up your spine. “You like feeling both of us like this?”
You nod frantically, a shaky “yes” slipping out. Your hands clutch at them, one fisting Armin’s hoodie, the other gripping Tim’s shirt. You roll your hips between them, chasing the pressure, the heat, the way their cocks rub against your sweet spot in rhythm.
The three of you move together like that for a long time, messy and desperate. Kisses traded back and forth, sometimes all three mouths meeting at once. Tim’s grinding turns a little rougher, hips snapping forward in short thrusts that make the bed creak softly. Armin stays smoother but no less needy, rolling his hips in deep waves that have him panting against your neck.
Armin breaks the kiss with a soft moan, forehead resting against yours. “Don’t want to stop…” He grinds forward again, slower this time, letting you feel every inch of his hardness dragging along your thigh.
You whimper, caught between them, the friction building higher and higher. “Don’t… don’t stop,” you manage, voice all breathy and wrecked.
Tim grins against your jaw, rolling his hips in a filthy circle. “Not planning on it, baby.”
Armin kisses you again, then leans over to catch Tim’s lips in another short kiss, tongues brushing just enough to make you dizzy watching them.
No one pushes for more tonight. It’s enough just to be like this, tangled up together, grinding and kissing and sharing desperate sounds until the only thing that matters is the dizzy heat building between the three of you.
a/n: if no one asks for a part two, i'll make one
a/n 2: armin art: mochikuyo on twt, tim art: notbao on tumblr
armin had dreams quite often. now, this was not a surprising thing; dreams are caused by the information stored in the depths of one’s mind, and it is well known that armin had a lot of that. it’s rare that he has a night completely dreamless, whether he be plagued by riddles concealed in a story or being chased down a corridor or something humiliating that leaves his face red for the rest of the morning.
recebtly, his subject had been you.
they would change. positions, places, you name it. sometimes he would be between your legs, putting the cool metal ball atop his tongue to work and feeling proud of his reckless decision for once. other times, you would be on your knees, taking care of him and cooing softly with every broken plea that left his lips. he’d take you from behind, in front—make you realize he was more than he seemed. he was useful. he could make you feel good. it was every sick fantasy he had pushed down and suppressed from the moment he first saw you coming back to haunt him in his sleep. occasionally, he would just be lying with you in the aftermath and the bliss of what you had just done. but that one was much more heavy than the rest, so he avoided confronting the meaning.
tonight was no different. he saw you, messy and disheveled and as beautiful as he always thought you were. bare, panting, whispering his name so softly he was sure it was a figment of his imagination (but this all was, so what did it matter?). he ran his hand over every plane and curve he was too shy to touch when he was conscious. his face was in your neck, nose pressing against your pulse as he desperately tried to convince himself this was real, I if only for a moment. you smelled sweet. he had to resist the urge to sink his teeth into you and mark that he was there.
you were with him, wanting him. his head was spinning and his throat raw from the pathetic whimpers bubbling from his throat. he remembers feeling so close, dick twitching desperately with every noise and move you made, but he tried to prolong it. he knew that he would wake the moment he let go and be reminded that this was fake, that he was sweating and panting and hard alone in his own dark room. he was desperate. he had long since accepted that he was nothing if not a loser, at least a bit, but even this had him shrinking on himself in shame.
your voice. it was beautiful, and even more so when broken and saying his name. “armin, ah, i’m-“
he awoke with a gasp. he blinked for a moment, chest heaving, head pounding as was the pulse between his legs. it only took a moment for him to process—he had grown more and more used to these occurrences. even with his less-than-great vision, he could make out the shape of his stiffness as well as the wet patch forming on his pyjama pants.
he was definitely not going to be able to look you in the eyes tomorrow, if not the rest of the week. he was pathetic, and he wanted you so badly. but he would not act on those desires, instead dealing with graphic dreams and radiosilence on the days after. it was not preferable, but he would survive.
his head fell back against the pillow, dragging a hand down his face. “shit.”
munch armin ?? idk if you write for armin 😭 but i jst KNOW that man is a munch
oh my gosh i know for SURE armin is the biggest munch ever!! and he’s nasty with it too, obsessed even. it’s like he can’t live without getting a taste of you. you could be laying on the couch watching some horror movie you picked out and armin’s in between your legs rubbing circles on your thigh, leaving small pecks and kisses. he tugs at the waist band of your pj pants with a sigh, looking up at you with his beautiful cerulean eyes desperate with lust. he’s a for sure a beggar too, pleading to just get a little taste of you. he moans when his lips attach to your clit, licking long, slow, tender stripes that had you twitching against his face. his hands reach behind you thighs to push your legs to your breasts to reach deeper into your pussy. he spreads you open with his pointer and middle finger, spitting messily in between your folds. he goes deeper, nose prodding at your clit as while his tongue thrusted inside of you. his glasses were fogged up and his chin was soaked with your slick but he truly didn’t care, he was too consumed by the scent of you and your sexy voice calling out his name that it made him impossibly bricked. he ground into the couch, a wet patch forming in his boxers from when he came however long ago just from the sound of your pleasure and your hands raking through his scalp. and when you come he looses it, one hand flying to jerk himself off and the other curling inside you so delicious and addictive that it makes you see stars ♡
@𝒫𝑅𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒞𝐸𝒮𝒮𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴𝒟𝒪𝐿𝐿 2026 ⸻ please do not steal my work or feed it to ai, thank you!
