gimmie a drabble on sub!virgin!armin having sex for the first time with gf!reader 😛😛
an. ᡴꪫ ask and u shall receive :3 i got a little carried away oopsie (req me here im desperate)
your lips trail over the freckles scattered along his collarbone, warm and lazy, like you’ve got all the time in the world. your hand holds him gently by the neck, thumb brushing just under his jaw as you guide the tip of his cock to your pussy, thick virgin cock splitting you open, and he’s already breathless before you even fully bottom out.
and when you finally take him all the way in—when he’s buried to the hilt, hot and twitching inside you, his back arches off the bed, mouth falling open with a loud helpless moan, head rolling back against the pillow.
“ohmygod, f-fuck… i—” he gasps, voice cracking, hands flying to your waist like he needs to hold onto something real. like he needs you. he’s trembling under you, chest rising and falling fast, eyes blown so wide they barely look blue anymore. he forces himself to look at you, even if it’s overwhelming, he needs to watch the way you take him like you were made for it.
“you feel so good,” he whines, hips stuttering up into yours, messy and eager and completely wrecked. “'s too good—can’t fuckin' think—baby,—”
his hands are everywhere now, gripping, sliding, searching. one on your thigh, one splayed over your lower back, trying to keep you close, trying to memorize the shape of you. his head tips forward, forehead resting against your shoulder as he chokes out another sound, high and broken.
“please,” he breathes, so soft you almost miss it. “please don’t stop. need it, need you to fuck me, oh god,”
you shush him gently, nails dragging lightly down his spine, and he whimpers into your skin like he might fall apart just from that.
“you’re doing so good, baby,” you murmur, guiding his hips with yours “so perfect for me.”
his eyes fucking cross, he's moaning so shamelessly, he's pink all over, he can't control it.
“i love you, love you so much, i’m close—” the words fall out in a frantic gasp as he suddenly pulls you down to him, flipping you onto your back so fast it knocks the air out of your lungs. you barely register the sheets beneath you before he’s on top, rutting into you with messy, desperate thrusts.
he doesn’t know how to use his dick yet—doesn’t need to. it’s raw fucking instinct now, driven by how warm you feel, how tight you are, how pretty your face looks beneath him.
“‘m sorry,” he whimpers, voice shaking as he leans in close, breath hot against your cheek. “don’t know how t’ make it last—f-feels too good, can’t stop—”
and neither can you.
your back arches, fingers digging into his shoulders as the angle shifts, the head of his cock catching just right—deep and eager and so sloppy but perfect. you’re right there with him, pleasure curling up your spine, your thighs trembling.
“armin,” you gasp, jaw going slack as you clutch him tighter, “fuck—‘m gonna cum!”"
“look at me,” he begs, cupping your cheek like he needs to see you fall apart with him. “please, wanna see you,wanna cum with you, please—”
your eyes lock with his, pussy clenching around him as you cum, hips bucking up into his in shaky, stuttering pulses.
he falls apart the second he feels you tighten, crying out your name like it’s a prayer, like it’s the only word he’s ever known. his cock throbs inside you as he cums, thick globs of seed stuffing you impossibly full.
“ooh—oh my go—” he whines, voice cracking, “thank you, thank you!"
he’s still trembling when he slumps forward, face buried into the crook of your neck.
you blink once. then twice. still dazed. "babe... are you sure you were a virgin?"