summary: armin is inexperienced in every way. he’s never been on a date, had his first kiss, has never been touched… armin wants it to be with someone special. someone like you.
warning: armin fluff, confessing feelings, innocent!armin, virgin!armin, mentions of religion, armin secures his first date ever
word count: 2.1k - ch 1
armin’s religion is something precious to him, however, he doesn’t agree with every limitation. he prays everyday and attends church on sundays, but he doesn’t believe in waiting until marriage. his main ideology is saving himself for someone special. he doesn’t want to have flings with people just for the sake of it. he wants to have a meaningful connection with someone first before trying anything. along with this idea, armin is incredibly shy. hence why he’s still a virgin and entering his second year of college. that fact doesn’t bother him, but it confuses the hell out of his friends.
armin is human. he obviously feels the same urges everyone else does but he chooses his beliefs over the fleeting thoughts. he’s not one to cave into peer pressure. his friends have tried to take on the role of his wingmen a few times before to try to get girls to talk to him, but he’s always politely declined their offers. one time eren had successfully talked a girl into going on a date with armin. when he heard about the plan armin approached her and apologized for his friend’s behavior.
armin is an introvert. he likes to be in the comfort of his own room listening to music, watching a movie, studying, reading his bible… he doesn’t get out much. the only people he hangs out with are the friends he’s had since he was a child. much to their surprise, eren and mikasa convinced armin to go out with them tonight. it’ll be his first time attending a house party in a while. the music is always too loud and way too vulgar for his taste. he doesn’t drink. he doesn’t smoke. he’s too timid to talk to strangers. nothing about the environment screams armin arlert.
other than his friends, the only thing he likes at this party is you. he likes how you show off your intelligence in philosophy class, how kind you are when you tell the professor to have a good night, how pretty you look when you smile… armin has thought about you quite a bit the last few weeks. he has a bit of a crush on you. it’s a new feeling for him, he’s never had a proper crush on someone before.
when armin thinks of you his thoughts of you are always pure. he wonders what it’s like to be the one to make you laugh, take you on a date, maybe even hold your hand while he walks you home…
“is that a purity ring?”, you ask. your voice is a bit loud as you try to talk over the music and other people’s conversations. you shift your weight on the couch as you lean down to get a better look at the piece of jewelry on armin’s finger. you’re careful not to spill the drink you’re holding as you look closer. armin looks down at his hand as you inspect it. you’ve never seen one before.
armin isn’t sure when his crush on you began. he could feel his heart race whenever you entered a room and how his eyes automatically shut when he caught a whiff of your perfume. he’s only known you since the semester started. although you’re in the same class, he hasn’t had an opportunity to talk to you just yet. while he doesn’t know much about you, armin can tell you’re out of his league. he knows you're beautiful and intimidating and he’s just armin. nothing was really special about him.
“it is”, he answers you, voice timid. when you sit back up he nervously clasps his hands together. he’s not embarrassed of his faith one bit. he’s proud to say he believes in a higher being. armin just isn’t one to crave attention and your question had inadvertently caused some heads to turn.
“so you’ve never had sex?”, you ask. you’re trying to be respectful. you aren’t asking in an attempt to humiliate him, you’re genuinely curious. armin is very handsome, sweet, charming, smart… you wonder how no one has had the chance to be with him yet. he’s such a catch.
armin meets your eyes, then looks behind you. mikasa and eren are looking at him expectantly. they’re sure armin has never been intimate with anyone before, but he’s never confirmed it. he’s not sure what his friends will say about it. armin hesitates to answer. he looks back down at his ring and plays with it.
you scold yourself for embarrassing him. this is not a conversation to have so publicly. you down the rest of your drink before leaning into armin, closer this time.
“come with me”, you whisper into his ear. goosebumps run down his arms at the feeling of your breath against his skin. before armin has time to respond, you hold his hand and lead him away from the living room. armin notices that his much larger hand swallows yours.
eren and mikasa give each other a look as you both leave the couch. they know about your crush on each other.
armin desperately follows close behind you, not wanting to get lost in the sea of drunk college students. his hands already feel clammy in your grasp.
“where are we going?”, he asks as you both make your way upstairs. armin purposefully keeps his gaze up, being respectful and not looking down at your hips as they sway in front of him.
instead of answering him you guide armin into the bedroom and shut the door behind you. it’s much quieter here. all that can be heard are the muffled conversations from below and the bass of the music.
armin wipes his palms on his pants, feeling a bit on edge. he makes sure not to snoop around. it wouldn’t be very respectful of him. armin fidgets with his ring while he waits for you to break the ice. you watch him as you lean with your back pressed against your door, wondering what’s going on inside his head. his blonde bangs cover his forehead, but you still notice that he keeps his eyes on the floor, careful not to pry. how thoughtful.
“i thought we could have more privacy here”, you explain. armin smiles gratefully at you, but quickly averts his gaze again. you’re not sure if he’s upset with you, but you decide to apologize anyway to cover your bases. “i didn’t mean to embarrass you-”, you start.
armin shakes his head at your apology. “please”, he interrupts you. “it’s okay, really”. he doesn’t think you have anything to apologize for. was the question intrusive? yes, but he knows you weren’t asking him with any malicious intent.
“you can ask me anything you want”, he tells you. armin’s blue eyes bore into yours. you nod and carefully select your words. you don't want to come off as ignorant for not understanding or too critical of him. you weren’t a virgin yourself, but you definitely were not a pro. you were just picky.
“is it a religious thing?”, you ask. armin considers your question for a moment. he tilts his head to the side as he thinks.
“yes and no. my faith says not to be intimate with anyone until marriage. it’s a nice sentiment, but i don’t intend to wait that long”, armin pauses to collect his thoughts. “i’m waiting to give myself to someone i trust completely. and maybe even grow to love” he says sweetly. there’s crinkles next to his eyes as he smiles, thinking about his beliefs. a smile appears on your own lips at his answer. you didn’t expect him to say something so innocent.
“i admire that”, you tell him. he looks away and tries not to blush at your comment. surely armin had to have girls falling over each other to get a chance with him. what’s not to like?
“so that means you’ve done everything leading up to sex, right?”, you ask expectantly.
armin shakes his head. “not exactly”, he places a hand behind his neck. “i’ve never done anything before”, he answers truthfully. armin doesn’t say anything after his confession. you take a moment to look at him. he’s so sweet and gentle. he isn’t the heartbreaker type and is definitely not one to have a one night stand. he’s mature, unlike most people at this age. he knows what he wants and is willing to wait for the right time.
you can’t hide the surprised look on your face. in college everyone has had their first kiss, first relationship, maybe even first heartbreak by now. it’s so rare to find someone who hasn’t experienced anything at all. you hate to admit it, but the thought of being his first is intriguing. a bit naughty, too.
you speak before you can stop yourself. “do you want to?”, you ask. armin’s cheeks are crimson. “you said you were waiting to give yourself to someone you trust. i’m not saying we have to go all the way, but if you ever want to try a few things…”, your voice fades away as you try to explain your thoughts.
armin stands there, stunned at your offer. he’s never been given a proposition like this before. it’s a lot to consider. he wouldn’t be abandoning his faith, but he’s not in an established relationship with you. what if this situation goes south and it changes his feelings for you? what if it makes you see him in a negative light? armin doesn’t want to experiment with something as precious as you.
on the other hand, you do have a point. armin doesn’t know what he likes and dislikes. he won’t if he doesn’t explore himself. what if he’s a bad kisser and doesn’t know it? or bad at other things but isn’t aware because of his lack of experience?
the middle ground is you. he isn’t being pressured to do anything he doesn’t want to. you were just offering. he could say no and it would be entirely okay. but if he was going to try anything he’d want it to be with you.
“i know you like me, armin”. he looks away from you, feeling a bit embarrassed. “mikasa told me”, you inform him as you walk closer. he holds back his urge to cringe. of course she told you.
“don’t worry”, you coo as you rest your fingertips under his chin to tilt it up. armin’s eyes shift between yours. you're so close to him now. he holds his breath, feeling his chest tighten up a bit.
“i like you too”, you smile. armin can’t believe what he’s hearing. you actually like him? he stutters, not knowing what to say. with the way you’re looking at him he’s sure you’re telling the truth, but he’s hesitant to believe you. why would you like him?
armin remembers you’ve had a few drinks. he’s never tried it before so he’s not sure how it works. but he remembers hearing that sometimes people say things they don't mean, so he’s running with that idea.
“you’ve been drinking”, he states. surely the alcohol is to blame for the discussion you’re having. your smile doesn’t waver.
“i’m not drunk, armin. i’ve meant everything i’ve said”, you tell him sincerely. you drop your hand from his chin, giving him some space and time to think. armin spins his ring around his finger as he reflects on your conversation. he’s nervous, interested, scared, hopeful… he’s feeling a bit of everything right now.
“if we’re going to do this i think we should do it properly”. armin always thinks strategically. he doesn’t want this situation to blow up in his face later. he wants to make sure he does things the right way.
“properly?”, you repeat. you try not to seem so eager.
“well, i should take you out first, right?”, he asks, uncertain of his own question. a smile returns to your lips. just thinking about being with armin was making you giddy.
“are you asking me out on a date?”. he stutters again. it’s cute how he’s so easily flustered. you let him short-circuit for a moment before calling his name soothingly. your voice grounds him. armin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to center himself before speaking again.
“if you’ll let me, i’d like to take you on a date sometime”, armin says, much more calm than before. it’s your turn to blush. no one has ever made you feel so special in such a short amount of time. you’re more than happy to accept his offer.
“i’d love to go on a date with you”, you respond. armin’s blue eyes shimmer as he beams at you. he’s excited for what’s to come.
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summary: armin gets more than he anticipates when he invites you over to his apartment
warning: fluff, one mention of reader being female, description of armin’s first kiss, an overly excited armin leads to angst at the end
a/n: i’m going to make a masterlist filled of all the fics i’ve written so far. in the meantime if you click the tag “ #levisjinchuriki ” everything should pop up there :)
word count: 3.0k. <<ch 2
sunday starts off slow. you sleep most of the morning, thankful that you have no real responsibilities until tomorrow. it’s almost 11 when you finally get up to start your day. your dorm is apartment style- on the plus side you save money by not having to eat out everyday, but you do have to share your bedroom. after washing up you go to the kitchen to make breakfast for you and mikasa. your eyes occasionally glance at the flowers armin had gotten you the other night. they stand tall in a vase on the window sill. you’ve never received a bouquet before, it’s only natural for you to want to show them off.
mikasa enters the kitchen soon after you finish preparing your shared meal. she thanks you as she takes your plates to the table so you can eat together. she’s made sure to change out of her pajamas, ready for eren to come over soon. he’s practically a third roommate since he’s over so often. mikasa asks if you have any plans today. you usually don’t do anything on the weekends, wanting to maximize the amount of time you have relaxing. just as you’re about to answer your phone buzzes beside you.
incoming email from armin arlert.
you drop your fork, now hyper focused on your device as you open the message. mikasa looks at you curiously, wondering what’s gotten your attention so quickly.
“good morning, y/n. i was wondering if you’d want to come over sometime this afternoon? i have mass until 2pm, but i’ll be free after. let me know! :)”
your heart leaps. how pure of armin to email you since he didn’t have another method of contacting you. you can’t hide your blush as you read the message. it’s so sweet thinking about armin trying to come up with a way to reach you since you hadn’t exchanged numbers yet. he’s really showing you that he’s willing to put in the effort to talk to you. he’s following your golden rule: if he wanted to he would.
“good morning, armin. i’d love to come over this afternoon. here’s my number so we can text…”
mikasa waves her hand in front of you, failing to get your attention when she tries calling your name. you blink back to reality, not able to keep the smile from your lips. “sorry, what did you say?”, you ask. she restates her question but she knows you aren’t listening, you’re only thinking about armin right now. eren knocks on the front door, giving you an excuse to leave the table and start to get ready.
armin smiles as he receives your message. he quickly texts you his address before the preacher begins the morning prayer.
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“of course he lives in the honors building”, you think as you make your way to his floor. you know armin is intelligent, but you didn’t realize just how smart he is. the honors program only selects a limited number of students each year. during the walk down the long hallway you wonder what his room looks like. he doesn’t seem like the type to have a lot of clutter or unnecessary items.
while you make your way through the building armin changes out of his dress clothes and into something more comfortable, a dark grey t-shirt and some sweats. he decides to keep his glasses on, not wanting to waste his contacts if he isn’t going to do any school work. armin looks around his room making sure it’s tidy enough to have guests over. he’s usually very clean and particular of how he likes his room set up.
after reaching the correct room you knock on his door, noticing your nerves for the first time. you’re not sure what makes armin is so different. you feel on edge around him, something you don’t typically experience when talking to a guy. maybe it’s because you have reciprocated feelings for each other and it’s not one-sided.
armin shakes out some of his anxiety as he makes his way across the room to answer the door. this will be another first for him; having a girl in his room. he’s worried inviting you over so soon might be too forward, you just had your first date two nights before. he isn’t expecting anything to happen between you, he just wants to be around you. regardless, you accepted his invitation. that has to mean something good, right?
“hi, please come in”, armin greets with a smile. he steps to the side as he holds the door open for you. you make sure to take off your shoes at the entrance. his apartment is quite large. he has a kitchen like you, a living space and a private bathroom. you don’t have much more time to snoop, armin is already guiding you to his room. it surprises you to only see one bed.
“you don’t have a roommate?”, you ask curiously. he shakes his head.
“thankfully, all honors students get their own rooms. perks of being in the program, i guess”, he shrugs as he takes a seat in his desk chair. your thoughts turn vulgar for a moment. you wouldn’t have to worry about sharing the space with someone else or keeping your voice down, unlike in your own room. there’s been plenty of times where eren and mikasa have been a bit too loud, forcing you to leave for an unspecified amount of time. all the things you can do in here…
“you can sit on my bed if you want", he offers. your cheeks blush as he speaks, embarrassed as if he heard your inner dialogue. you sit on the comfortable mattress, trying your best not to stare at armin’s appearance. he looks so relaxed in his sweats. his glasses suit him nicely, too. he’s not even trying and he looks so handsome. you have to focus on something else, his nerdy look is doing things to you.
armin’s room is minimally decorated, only having a few pictures displayed on his desk and nightstand. you lean down to take a closer look at the one closest to you. it’s a photo of a young armin holding a large straw hat and an older gentleman standing next to him smiling. you assume it’s the father figure that he was telling you about friday night. you smile fondly at the picture frame. cute.
“so… what do you want to do?”, armin asks. although he’s the one that invited you over he didn’t think much beyond that idea. you bite your inner cheek to hold back what you want to say. your shoulders lift as you shrug, offering to continue your conversation from the other night. armin agrees and meets you on his bed, crossing his legs as he faces you. while he speaks you become distracted by his looks. his lips look so kissable, eyes so kind, skin so soft. you start to notice little details you haven’t seen before. like the few freckles on his cheeks and nose and the way his cheek twitches to catch his glasses from slipping. he’s so adorable it hurts.
by now armin has already turned the conversation over to you, wanting to hear more about your life. when you don’t answer he tilts his head, wondering why you’re so quiet. he wonders if he’s asked you something too personal or brought back a sad memory from telling his own stories.
“are you okay? want me to get you some water?”, he asks, giving you a concerned look. before he can retreat to the kitchen you shake your head softly, slightly easing him from his worries.
“armin…”. he notices the far-off look in your eyes. you’re staring at his lips, wondering what they would feel like pressed against yours. you’re using up every bit of strength to not grab him by his collar and pull him towards you.
“yes?”, he immediately gives you all his attention. if you’re not feeling well, armin is prepared to walk you home or even offer you his bed so you can rest. he hopes you’re not coming down with something. a lot of people get sick this time of year due to the changing seasons.
“you said you’ve never had your first kiss, right?”, you inquire. armin is somewhat relieved at your question. you’ve silenced his concerns about you suddenly feeling ill, but in turn cause him new anxieties.
“yes, that’s true”, his voice shakes. you slowly move closer to him, knees brushing with his.
“would you like to try it?”, you ask. armin can feel butterflies in his stomach. he’s not sure if he’s mentally prepared himself enough for this, yet. he wants to kiss you, of course, but he’s so nervous. what if he’s bad? instead of answering he nods, not trusting his voice.
“i need you to say it”, you softly demand. armin’s eyes don’t leave yours. he becomes even more nervous as you lean in closer. you don’t want to pressure armin into doing anything he doesn’t want to. you have to hear his approval before continuing. this would be his first kiss, after all. you want it to be memorable. you don’t move again until you hear a small “yes, please”.
armin stays put as you adjust your position. you now sit on your knees to be eye level with him. you can tell he’s apprehensive, his eyes following your every move. you send him a reassuring smile as you carefully remove his glasses from his face and gently set them on the window sill next to his bed.
“so.. what do i do?”, he asks, failing to hide his innocence. so precious. you cup one of his cheeks. armin tries not to melt at your warmth.
“just close your eyes”. your voice is soothing. it comforts him enough to obey your command. armin nervously swallows before allowing his long eyelashes meet the tops of his cheeks. you take a moment to admire him. he submits himself to you so easily. he must trust you enough to let you take the reins along with a piece of his innocence. the thought warms your heart.
you lean in fully, gently pressing your lips against his. you’re right. they are pillow soft. armin’s mind goes blank. how he managed to be in this situation with a pretty girl like you is beyond him.
after a brief moment you pull away, laughing lightheartedly as you realize you don’t feel the pressure of his lips on yours. armin had followed your instructions to a t. he really just closed his eyes. “you have to kiss me back, armin”. you keep your teasing to a minimum, not wanting to embarrass him.
“oh”. armin’s face heats up. he’s not sure how to do that. he’s not even sure he can think right now. his brain feels like it’s been shut off. “sorry”, he laughs quietly, too. he feels giddy, like an excited little kid.
“what do you think?”, you ask, curiously. armin keeps his eyes closed, trying to keep his composure as you share a breath.
“it’s nice”, he declares. to be honest, the quick kiss was more than nice. it’s an entirely new feeling and armin doesn’t quite know how to describe it. “i think i need more practice, though,” he says honestly.
“it’s okay. let’s try again”, you encourage him. armin nods, letting you lean in for a second time. armin does his best to push his lips back against yours. he likes the pressure. he’s not sure he’s doing it right, but it feels good. and he can feel you smiling so he must be doing something right.
armin follows your lead as you continue to kiss him. you slot your lips together, moving past your previous chaste kisses. the hand on his cheek snakes around to thread your fingers through the short hair behind his head as you bring him closer to you. armin quietly hums against you. he’s starting to feel warm. his body leans into yours, copying your position. your head tilts up as he towers you once again.
armin isn’t sure where to put his hands. he’s kept them at his sides, but it feels a bit unnatural now. he hovers his palms over your arms, afraid of touching you in a way that can be taken as disrespectful. you can tell he’s still tense.
“you can touch me armin, i don't bite'', you tease as you pull away. his pupils are blown out as he stares at your lips, wanting nothing more than to feel them on his again. you grant him wish, find his once more. you sigh in content as armin places his hands on your arms in a firm grip. his brows furrow, fixating on the intensity of your kiss. he’s trying his best to hold his composure. his grasp has you wanting him to manhandle you.
armin has to be dreaming. there’s no way that in the span of a week he’s successfully held a conversation with you, asked you on a date, invited you to his apartment and is currently making out with you on his bed. you have to be some sort of angel.
the hand that rests on the back of his head slides up to the rest of his silky blonde hair. you rest your free hand on his collarbone briefly before traveling down. armin feels you grabbing his pecks through his shirt. he has a much larger chest than he lets on. you feel one of his strong hands slide up your tricep until he cradles your jaw.
your touch travels down his torso. armin’s kissing you desperately now. his heart beats hard against his ribcage as you start to play with the hem of his shirt. his skin feels like it’s on fire. he gasps as your fingers slowly dip under the fabric and lightly make contact with his stomach. you’re going slow on purpose. you don’t want to overwhelm armin by moving too fast, but he feels like you’re torturing him. your fingertips ghost the curves of his abs. you can feel the sharp goosebumps that rise on his skin. armin’s hold on your arm tightens even more.
your hand wanders higher up, gliding along his torso and making him shiver. as you pull away to kiss other parts of him, armin follows you, not wanting to separate just yet. you hum against his lips, relieved that he’s finally let up, but now you want to explore. you have to lightly tug at his hair to keep him from chasing you again.
armin keeps his eyes closed as your lips travel to his cheek, then his jaw, then venture down his neck. his heart rate spikes. his breathing is labored from sharing a breath with you. armin leans into the feeling of your lips on his skin. the tips of his ears are hot as you take your time to lightly peck at him. armin whispers your name as you continue to softly rub up and down his torso. everything feels so good, but he’s starting to become overwhelmed. he feels like he can’t catch his breath.
armin’s chest rises and falls much faster than normal. he could ignore the burning sensation in his lungs before, but now he needs help. there’s a clear whistle escaping him every time he inhales. he’s getting too excited.
as much as he doesn’t want to, armin pulls away from your touch. you’re so caught up in your own world you hadn’t noticed what was happening. he wheezes heavily as he crawls to his bedside table, frantically shuffling through the drawer to find his inhaler. it takes him a second, but when he locates the device he gives it a violent shake before inhaling two big puffs of medicine. he holds his breath each time so the mist can coat his airway.
you sit patiently, observing him as his breathing steadies. the kiss had become more heated than you anticipated. his hair is a mess by your doing. his lips are swollen and pink from your assault. but it’s not your fault. you couldn’t help yourself once he started reciprocating. armin keeps his eyes closed as he returns back to normal. his face is flushed, partially from your previous activities and from his lack of oxygen flow. tears sting behind his eyelids. he’s so embarrassed. who has an asthma attack from kissing?
you give him time to collect himself. you want to comfortingly rub his back, but you decide to let him be for right now. armin puts his head down, feeling humiliated. he sniffles and wipes under his eyes to catch his tears.
“i’m sorry, but i think we should stop for today”, he says weakly. his voice is hoarse. you nod, agreeing that he can’t handle anything more at the moment. “yeah,that’s a good idea”, he replies to himself. a part of you feels guilty for maybe pushing him too far. the other part melts at how innocent he still is. you tell him it’s okay and he doesn’t have to continue if he doesn’t want to. he does, of course, but he needs to rest for right now. asthma attacks always tire him out.
armin sighs wearily, laying on his back against the mattress. you ask if he wants you to leave, to which he replies “please don’t”. you smile, reassuring him with a soft kiss on his forehead. you both lay there quietly for a while. your fingers soothingly run along his scalp as you play with his hair again. it helps calm him down.
armin has time to think in the silence. his body has never received attention like it did a few minutes ago. while his thoughts usually remain pure he felt them start to slip into something sinful. it scared him. there was an automatic reaction to your ministrations, which he was not prepared for. his extremities felt hot, especially in his lower regions. armin’s not entirely sure what it means.
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