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you nod with a laugh, "you act as if i do that often."

"you literally did that yesterday," he raises an eyebrow.

"do you want the kisses or not?" you narrow your eyes, flipping around the lipstick.

he chuckles and you can hear in his laugh he knows he's lost. he couldn't possibly say no to you, especially when the task at hand is getting kissed countless times by the love of his life. eren nods with an exhale.

"yes!" you cheer, "im gonna make all those tiktok bitches so jealous."

he cant help but laugh at that. you pop off the top of the lipstick container and twist the base as the product rises in its container. you peer closer to your phone, which you already switched to the front facing camera.

you open your mouth slightly as you start to lay the makeup ontop of your lips. you aren't being sloppy, but not nearly as neat as you usually are since most of it will end up on erens face. once you have something thats good enough, you reach your hands out and cup his face, keeping him still.

"don't move okay?" you glance around his face, calculating a good position, "i dont want them to look too messy."

he quickly replies, "okay," although it comes out a little muffled against your grip.

you turn his head to the side, deciding to plant your first kiss right below his left eye. your soft lips make contact onto his skin and he trembles slightly under your touch, you stay for a beat to ensure the product stays on.

as you inch away, you cant help the laugh that escapes from you, sending warm air to eren, he has to take a deep breath to calm himself from the proximity.

"see that wasn't so bad, was it?" you giggle.

he just lets out a jagged breath in reply, which only makes you giggle more. you peek back over to the camera and apply another thin layer before looking back at erens face. his cheeks and ears are a soft pink.

you cup his face once more and plant a kiss on his nose and on his chin, the second print slightly faded.

"just a few more then we'll film," you instruct and he nods slowly.

over the next few minutes, you slowly and sweetly place kisses along his face and jawline. it goes quiet for a while, the only sound is your soft exhales and inhales. you've kissed before, done much more actually, but somehow this feels more intimate.

every now and then you'll lock eyes. smudged lipstick on his face, it's not even resembling kiss marks anymore. you could have stopped moments ago, but you haven't yet.

it isn't long before you snap out of it. you smile sweetly and lay down the lipstick next to your thigh on the couch. if you keep going, you don't know if you'll ever stop.

"why don't we do more trends like this?" he mumbles out, eyelids droopy with love.

you laugh as you adjust your phone to begin recording, "you got it, baby."

another long one!! check out the jean version of this prompt as well.

nav.

The bass reverberated off of the walls strong enough that you could feel the vibrations through the soles of your shoes and into your bones. It shook the entirety of the large house in heavy rhythmic pulses, rattling the pictures of previous Acacia fraternity brothers and cheaply framed posters on the walls. There were red plastic cups abandoned on almost every single surface that you could see, except for the table in the middle of the room that was being used for beer pong. 

You were having a terrible time. 

Which was mostly because of one singular man — Jean Kirstein. 

“Are you seriously still staring at him?” Mikasa asked, her voice coming from right beside you where she leaned against the wall. It was dry and unimpressed, the same way that she acted every time you talked about Jean. Which, admittedly, was a lot these days. 

You tore your eyes away. “I’m literally not. I looked over there one time.” 

“Yeah maybe one time this minute.” 

You groaned and leaned harder against the wall, hiding the noise in your cup by taking another swig of whatever-the-hell drink Connie had handed to you the moment you entered the building. Your eyes drifted back to Jean, despite the fact that you knew Mikasa was scoffing beside you. He was standing near the living room archway, one hand curled around a beer bottle while a brunette girl was leaning a little bit too deeply into his side. She was laughing so hard at something that he said, obviously drunk, and obviously trying to sleep with him. He looked good tonight, wearing a black compression shirt beneath his fraternity jacket. 

You rolled your eyes, knocking your head against the wall behind you. “I just don’t fucking get it.” 

“What?” 

“He flirts with every single girl on campus except for me.” 

“Maybe you should take it as a compliment, it’s not like the girls he flirts with last very long.” 

Before you could say something back, there was a loud bang that came from the kitchen. The sound of a door slamming open made a few people turn, having heard it over the loud blasting music. At first there was no clear sign of who the person was who was making all this noise, but eventually you got the gist by the hollering of other frat guys that were near the kitchen. 

“MIKASAAAAAAAAA!” 

Your friend closed her eyes, as if she was preparing herself mentally and emotionally for who was behind the yelling. It was the way that she always acted when he was like this, or even when he wasn’t like this. That’s the tragic part about being stepsiblings with the frat president of Acacia, Mikasa would never know peace. 

A second later, Eren Yeager stumbled through the kitchen looking farther than just gone. He wore a dark green hoodie, which was slung halfway off of one shoulder that exposed his collarbone that too many girls on campus were obsessed with. His brown hair was messy, curling at the edges from sweat and suspiciously like water from the sprinklers in the lawn. From several feet away, you could already tell that he was drunk and high on top of it, pupils blown so wide that there was barely any green showing in his eyes. 

His eyes locked onto Mikasa with precision that you weren’t even sure should be possible with the state that he was in, and he was beginning to walk over despite the crowd making it harder to push past. “There you are,” he accused, pointing at her with his index finger. “I have been looking for you for like — well, for like forever.” 

“Did you stop to take a shower in the sprinklers while you were looking?” Mikasa asked in reply, earning a snicker from you. Eren blinked slowly, either not recognizing the taunting in her voice or just choosing to ignore it completely. 

He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Maybe. It’s hot outside.” 

“You look like a stray dog that someone dragged in here,” you pointed out, taking another swig of your drink. “You’re lucky there’s already a puddle on the floor or we’d have to blame you completely.” 

Despite your words, Eren grinned, lazy and crooked and entirely too confident. Unfortunately, you knew that it worked on people, constantly. Men and women alike all fell for it at one point or another. In fact, you had seen girls fold for him for less. One smile was all that it took for them to follow him upstairs, hand in hand and not coming back down until the later hours of the night. Everyone in your friend group called him a manwhore, and instead of getting pissy at the nickname, Eren Yeager seemed to wear it like a badge of honor. If there was anything that you could count on, it was that there were at least three girls in rotation at all times in his life, for whatever the occasion. 

It was almost aggravating how he was able to get what he wanted so easily when you were having trouble even trying to get Jean Kirstein to look at you for more than five seconds. 

“I can’t believe that my stepsister was able to drag you out of your pajamas for a party!” Eren shouted over the music, walking a step closer so that you could hear him. It was now that you could see his entire face, entirely focused on you as he teased. “Or is it so that you can . . . well whatever the hell it is you do when Jean is around.” 

Your eyes snapped over to Mikasa. “You told him?” 

Before your friend could open her mouth to answer, Eren was shaking his head, muttering a small string of ‘nonononono’ under his breath before he said,  “She didn’t have to say a fucking thing for me to notice it. Just because I’m an idiot doesn’t mean I’m also stupid.” His eyebrow quirked up, as if trying to decipher what just left his mouth made any sense. “Yeah! Okay yeah that was right. Right?” 

“Just shut the fuck up already,” Mikasa said to him, pushing Eren’s shoulder with the hand that was holding her solo cup. “If she doesn’t want to talk to him she doesn’t have to.” 

Mikasa was always willing to come to your rescue when it came to Eren, no matter how many times you assured her that he couldn’t get under your skin. You had simply known him for too long for it to phase you. It would be almost fifteen years since you met Mikasa and Eren outside of your house on the driveway when they moved into the house right next to yours. Eren was the first to come up to you, asking to play with your ball and insisting that his sister had to come with too or she’d get mad. It was funny how such a tiny interaction led to yours and Mikasa’s friendship, and Eren’s too, if you really wanted to count him as a close friend (your stubbornness to do so lately exacerbated by his newly appointed position as Acacia’s president). 

Eren whistled. “Relax, I’m not making fun of her.” 

“You are,” you said flatly. 

The joker tilted his head to the side, “Only a little. But it is a little insane that you’ve let this go on for so long.” 

You rolled your eyes, taking the lull in the conversation to glance back over at Jean. And yep, he was still with the same girl, except this time he had forgoed the beer in his hands and instead had both of them planted right on her ass, swaying to the music. Your face must have given away what you were thinking, because the second you turned to look back at Eren, he was hitting his vape looking directly at you, blowing smoke up into the air. His eyes were still slightly glassy around the edges from whatever type of substances he had ingested today that currently lived in his bloodstream. How was he still so annoyingly observant when he was like this? Were you really being that obvious? 

“You’ve gotta find a way to make him jealous.” 

You choked back a laugh, shaking your head and taking the last swig of your drink. Frowning at the sudden emptiness in your hand, Mikasa grabbed your cup. “Gonna go get us some more while the kitchen is at least semi empty,” she muttered, leaving to wade through the crowd. The second that she disappeared from your line of vision, you turned back towards Eren. 

“You sound insane,” you stated, folding your arms over your chest and leaning against the wall completely, meeting his line of vision and seeing him stare so casually at you, like he hadn’t already derailed your entire night for even mentioning Jean to you. There was a faint flush on his high cheekbones. Unfortunately, despite being crossfaded out of his mind and still slightly wet from the sprinklers outside, Eren Yeager still looked unfairly attractive. 

Like he didn’t think about it, Eren reached out his hand and grabbed your wrist, turning it over in his hand. “I have an IDEA!” 

“And what would that be, Sigmund Freud?” 

“You fake date me.” 

This was objectively a horrible idea. 

You thought this as you stared at yourself in your bathroom mirror whilst you brushed your teeth, tasting the minty flavor, already feeling the beginnings of something like regret settling into your bones. It was late, a little bit too late for your liking but at least it was Sunday tomorrow, meaning you didn’t have to wake up particularly early. The party had ended an hour ago, and Eren was insistent on walking the both of you home because it was so late the buses weren’t running anymore, and it’s not like he could offer to drive in the state that he was. So he had decided to walk you both. Like he would be any help if someone tried to mug you. You were pretty sure he was so loaded right now he might just laugh while getting robbed. 

Outside of the bathroom, you could hear Mikasa and Eren arguing. Well, it was mostly Mikasa who was doing the arguing. Eren was just taking it, honestly seeming to find the whole thing entertaining. 

“You told her to do what?” She hissed. 

“It’s really not that serious, Mik.” 

You rinsed out your mouth before opening the bathroom door and finding your way to them from the noise, standing in the archway of the hallway that led to the living room. Mikasa stood near the kitchen counter, busy chugging a few glasses of water to satiate the hangover that she would feel in the morning. Eren was sprawled across your couch, lounging sideways on the black couch cushions, head propped up on a pillow with one arm hanging off of the edge. His hoodie had ridden up a tiny bit, exposing a strip of tanned skin above the waistband of his sweats. You could see the band of his underwear peeking out. Calvin Klein. 

Mikasa then pointed at you. “This is a bad idea, and you know it.” 

You wandered further into the living room. It was a bit more lavish than you had imagined your college apartment would be. But living in the city meant that living in big buildings was pretty much a guarantee, and your parents along with Eren and Mikasa’s parents made a decent amount of money to help with rent. You lived on the twentieth floor, meaning that you got a very beautiful view of all the lights in the city at this hour, spilling into the living space from the large windows. The apartment lights were dim compared to the frat house, the glow of the city painted everything in a more fluorescent light. 

Eren’s eyes followed you immediately. So natural that you almost missed it. 

You tried very hard not to think about it. 

Mikasa pointed at him. “You.” Then towards you again. “Her.” And then back to him. “Combined together. Terrible outcomes. Tried and true. Historically.” 

Honestly, Mikasa had a bit of a point. Eren and you had spent most of your lives switching between being friends and nuisances to one another. You would fight constantly growing up, arguing and bickering over everything and nothing at the same time. When you were twelve, Eren thought it would be funny to push you into the neighborhood pool because you had told him that his new haircut was ugly. After you got out and went to tell on him to his parents, you decided to respond to his taunts by cutting the laces off of his soccer cleats. Neither of you had really matured past that. 

“It’s temporary. Like, two weeks tops,” you reminded Mikasa, walking into the kitchen. “We’re just going to pretend to date long enough for Jean to notice me more.” 

“And if it blows up in your face?” 

You opened the fridge. “Then I’ll just kill Eren.” 

“See?” Eren pointed at you like somehow the threat proved his point. “She gets it.” 

He sat up slightly now, resting one arm over the back of the couch. He watched you grab a bottle of water through half-lidded eyes. The combination of weed and alcohol was seemingly doing the best job it could at subduing him, he looked sleepy and softer around the edges. He was less of the loud frat president and more of the annoyingly attractive stepbrother of your best friend, lounging in your apartment at two in the morning. You were still giggling a bit, not fully sober yourself. Eren kept his eyes on you, making something weird in your stomach flip. 

Mikasa must have noticed the look on Eren’s face the second you had laughed, because her own expression seemed to flatten. It was the same look that she always gave when she was thinking of something important. Her eyes narrowed at her stepbrother. 

“No feelings.” 

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Jesus Christ,” Eren said, laughing. 

“I’m super serious,” Mikasa pushed. “This is fake. You are pretending. Nobody catches feelings and nobody is allowed to ruin our lease agreement.” 

You deadpanned. “Mikasa, I promise you that I am not falling in love with Eren.” 

You could see from the corner of your eye Eren gasping and holding his hand to his chest dramatically. “Pookie, that hurt.” 

“Okay you can shut the fuck up now.” 

About ten minutes passed, at which Eren declared that he would fall asleep here if he stayed any longer, and was very adamant on how he couldn't do that because he missed his bed too much. You could hear him and Mikasa exchanging some words before the door shut behind him, leaving both you and Mikasa in your shared apartment. You yawned, stretching your arms up into the air before making your way to the hallway to your room. Mikasa did the same, and you heard the soft closing of her door before you closed your own behind you. 

You rubbed one eye, exhaustion finally beginning to settle into your system now that all the noise from the frat house and from Eren being over was gone. Now it was weirdly quiet. The only light in your room was from the spill of the city lights filtering through the large windows. Being twenty floors up, almost your entire room was filled with large windows, ones that you could cover with blinds easily but often didn’t. The city looked unreal at night. Glowing headlights of cars could be seen on the streets  below. Usually you liked the look of the city like this, but tonight it seemed to just make your thoughts louder. 

You dropped onto the edge of your bed, falling backward onto the mattress and pulling the comforter over your body. 

This was a really bad fucking idea. 

You had agreed to date Eren Yeager. 

Eren fucking Yeager. 

The same Eren Yeager who accidentally set a fire alarm freshman year in his dorm building by making stir fry in the shared kitchenette and the same Eren that had slept with enough people on campus that Connie told him he should start handing out loyalty cards for free rewards. And somehow, people still seemed to adore him. Including you, to a degree. Well . . . not like that. 

Obviously not. 

Eren was attractive. It was annoying. Not in the polished clean cut way that Jean was. Jean looked put together, every single part of him intentional as to put a certain view of himself out there. The kind of guy that you could bring to your parents and they would welcome him in with open arms. Eren, on the other hand, looked like trouble. Pretty. But trouble. The kind of trouble that smiled at you across crowded rooms and made every girl around him feel singled out and special. He leaned too close when he talked and touched people so casually that it felt dangerous and easy. 

Your phone buzzed against your comforter. 

eren yeager: hello fake girlfriend. 

you: can’t this wait until the hour is in the double digits? 

eren yeager: i’m thinking of rules we should make. 

Right. Rules. That made sense.

You shifted underneath your blankets, moving further down while you stared at the bright screen. 

you: ok fine. rules. 

eren yeager: #1 we commit to the bit

you: wasn’t that the whole idea? 

eren yeager: yes smartass

eren yeager: we have to make people really believe this. so don’t tell anyone it’s fake. 

you: obviously. 

You hated how easy it was to talk to Eren, even though you didn’t keep in touch as often as you used to. It was easy to slip back into the rhythm of bantering. Talking to Eren always felt effortless, even when he was being slightly annoying. 

eren yeager: rule 2

eren yeager: you can’t act weird when i touch you

you: i do not act weird

eren yeager: i’m just sayin if you look like ur being held hostage ppl will start to notice

You rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. You and Eren hadn’t really ever been physically affectionate with each other. At least in the way that you often were with Mikasa when you hugged her or grabbed her hand to lead her places. There had been quick hugs with Eren, like after your high school graduation when he insisted on it. Or the group photo that you could recall where he put his arm around you to push you into frame half drunk. 

you: fine. i won’t act weird

eren yeager: beautiful

eren yeager: it’s good to grow 

you: don’t piss me off

eren yeager: too late fake girlfriend <3

Your face heated at the stupid little heart, which felt dumb in the grand scheme of things. You were sure that Eren sent hearts to literally every single one of his contacts. Random girls when he was looking to hook up, his doordash driver, his best friend Armin. It was nothing. 

Still, your thumb seemed to hesitate over your keyboard for a moment longer. 

you: stop calling me that

eren yeager: no it’s funny

Three dots appeared again. 

eren yeager: okay important rule 

eren yeager: no accidentally catching feelings

You blinked while rereading the test, then laughed. 

you: not a problem

eren yeager: wow

eren yeager: but srs no feelings. mikasa looked afraid earlier. 

Why did your smile fade at that? Eren wasn’t even your type. Yes, he was attractive. Anyone with eyesight and a semi functional brain would be able to acknowledge that fact. But Eren was also chaotic and impulsive. He was the exact opposite of what you wanted. Jean was stable and intentional. Safe. You knew that he had been with the girl he was with before, although it had been some time since he had been in a relationship. 

you: relax

you: i’m not gonna fall in love with u eren

The typing bubble appeared. 

Disappeared. 

Then reappeared.

eren yeager: harsh phrasing ngl

You rolled your eyes so hard you thought you could see the back of your skull. 

you: oh my god shut up and go to sleep

eren yeager: make me

you: goodnight eren

A pause. 

Perv!armin who secretly swipes a pair of your lacy panties while you’re in the bathroom whenever you’re hanging out at your dorm. He stuffs the fabric into his pocket, acting like nothing happened when you emerge from the bathroom.

Perv!armin who uses those same panties to jerk off in his dorm after your hangout. One hand on his face, the other holding the panties to his cock as he fists himself, whimpering and moaning your name, trying to imagine it was your hand instead of his.

Perv!armin who humps his pillow whenever he needs more friction on his aching cock, closing his eyes as he imagines your body underneath his instead.

Perv!armin who is ecstatic when you both admit your feelings and start dating. The first time you kissed, he was so hard it was painful.

Perv!armin who fucks you with such raw passion and pent-up feelings of longing it’s absolutely outstanding. His long dick is buried deep in your warm pussy as he savors the moment. You felt better than he ever imagined.

Perv!armin who sucks on your nipples as you ride his cock, moaning his name as he buries himself to the hilt.

Perv!armin who lets you dominate him in whatever way you please. He lets you shove your used panties into his mouth to keep him quiet, lets you suck him off while he games, lets you handcuff, tease, and slap him. The meaner you are, the harder he gets. It’s so sick yet so hot.

Perv!armin who cries from pure bliss when you overstimulate him. Tears running down his cheeks, drool on his lips as he tries to stop himself from cumming too early.

Perv!armin who eats pussy like it’s his last meal, grinding his boner into the bed for some release as you writhe under his tongue, the cool metal ball from his tongue piercing rubbing against your clit.

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      Sweaty bodies clashed and ground into one another, the air palpable and damp. The scent of cheap liquor and salty sweat covered foreheads filled your nose. You had no idea how you wound up in the middle of a packed dance floor, your friends had practically drug you out of your bed to get you here. When they got the invite for an infamous ‘Yeager party’, they made it pretty much impossible for you to say no. Telling you how it was gonna be the “craziest night of your life”

“You’re fucking insane if you don’t go”.

“Y/n you really need to loosen up more”.

blah blah blah. 

    As much as you loved your friends, the idea of drinking in a frat house with bodies cluttered mindlessly over each other made your stomach dip in the worst way imaginable. You’d much rather stay home and delve head first into the fictional worlds you indulged in through your favorite books, your almost comically large t-shirt on and a glass of wine filled far too close to the brim on your nightstand. You never judged them for their interests in partying and finding a decently not ugly guy to hook up with for the night. You had no room to judge. You stayed home and read books about gay fairies fucking each other, you and your friends were just two opposite sides of the same wanting coin. 

     You wished you had their confidence, their ability to talk freely to even the furthest of strangers. Maybe it was liquor induced, or maybe it was a concept just beyond your grasp of understanding. Regardless, you found yourself shuffling around Eren Yeager’s crowded living room anyways, the music so loud you could feel the bass in your toes through the rubber soles of your shoes. You’d lost sight of your friends, the unfamiliarity of the faces around you making your heart rate quicken and your vision feel slightly disoriented. 

    You caught a glimpse of the kitchen just beyond the sea of bodies, looking significantly less inhabited than the living room. You made a break for it, quickly ducking under raised arms and squeezing in between dancing pairs. The flickering light of the poorly hung neon sign that was for some reason in the kitchen, felt like a light at the end of a tunnel of agony. You finally broke through the crowd, the air that wafted around you significantly cooler than the air just feet prior. You made it to the entryway of the kitchen, and in your rushed desperation, you didn’t notice the person you were about to hurl yourself into until it was too late. 

     Your nose slammed into their rigid chest, their arms reaching out instinctively to steady you. You looked up to see the person you’ve fully embarrassed yourself in front of, your stomach twisted even harder when your gaze landed on him. Armin Arlert. The lanky, quiet best friend of Eren Yeager. 

Now, just because you didn’t go to these parties, doesn’t mean you didn’t know who he was. Of course you did, his essays had been published over and over in the student papers, his academic status seemingly the complete opposite of his best friend. You actually found yourself a fan of his writing style, which made this interaction all the more gut wrenching. 

     “Shit, you okay?” He asked, his hands still wrapped around your biceps, his fingers so long the tips of them met with room to spare. You nodded and grasped at your nose, having felt something wet hit the palm of your hand. You already knew it was blood from the way you could feel your pulse throbbing between your nostrils.

     “No yeah, I'm good. Sorry…” you rushed out. Your unsteady legs carried you over to the kitchen counter to grab a fistful of paper towels to press to your nose. He turned around to watch you, his eyes widening in a panic as he saw the red drip down your wrist. He rushed over and grabbed a few paper towels himself, dabbing the blood trailing down onto your forearm. His movements were so gentle you could barely feel them, his voice earnest and clearly concerned. “Holy shit, no you’re not….fuck—did I break your nose?”

     You shook your head quickly, still applying pressure with the paper towels. Your voice coming out muffled and nasally and deeply embarrassed. “No, no. I don't think so…seriously, it's fine.” 

     He continued to dab and wipe at the remnants of blood on your arm, letting out a troubled huff at your words and gently shaking his head in protest. He glanced down the hallway attached to the kitchen for a moment, and then returned his gaze to you, his pupils so dilated you could barely see the pale blue that sat there. He placed one of his hands on the small of your back, sweeping you gently towards the hallway. You could feel his fingers trembling.

 “Here, at least let me help you fix this. I think we might have something in the bathroom that will help….maybe…” he said anxiously, using his body as some kind of shield as you weaved your way through the people that walked freely through the house as if it were their own. 

    The two of you made your way to the bathroom. You sat on the closed seat of the toilet, still clutching the now red stained paper towels to your nose firmly as he closed the bathroom door behind him. Your shoulders dropped a little at the way the loud music became significantly muffled, the loudest sound in the room became Armin frantically rummaging through the medicine cabinet above the sink. “Tilt your head up…” he said softly as he grabbed an instant ice pack from the cabinet, his eyes flooded with unease as he hesitantly pattered over to you. 

   You tilted your head up, grimacing at the feeling of clotted blood sliding down the back of your throat. Armin took the cold pack in his hands, cracking it swiftly for the chemical reaction to take effect. Despite your mind having been quite preoccupied with the burning ache of your nose, you still couldn’t help but notice the way the tendons in his hand flexed when he cracked the ice pack. You cursed yourself for being even the slightest bit perverted while he’s damn near having an anxiety attack. 

The ice pack soon began to freeze, and Armin placed it gently on the bridge of your nose, the soothing sensation dulling the burning pulse. “Keep that there with your head tilted up, try and pinch it in place.” He said quickly before he turned  around to grab you a wad of clean toilet paper to replace your dampening handful of paper towel.

 You couldn’t even speak, too horrified by your own fuck up. You just nodded silently, pinching the ice pack against the bridge of your nose. Armin handed you the toilet paper and you brought it to your bleeding nostrils, tossing the old paper towel into the trash can next to the toilet. 

Armin sat down on the edge of the bathtub next to the toilet, his long legs made his knees come up to his chest from sitting so low to the ground. He ran a hand through his well kept hair, dropping his forehead to his palm. “Leave it to me to break someone’s nose without even trying…” he said softly, a self-deprecating tone laced in his words. 

You continued to hold the ice pack to your bridge, your head tilted upwards so you’re not able to make eye contact with him as you spoke. Not that you’d’ve been able to anyways. “I seriously don’t think it's broken, the ice pack is helping.” You breathed out. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and watched the way his shoulders visibly relaxed at your reassurance. “Good, good. I’m really sorry.” He muttered quietly, his voice forced itself into a kind tone despite the inefficiency he felt humming in his chest. 

You shook your head as much as you could with the ice pack still pressed to your bridge. “It’s not your fault, i was the one who ran into you at full speed like a fucking lunatic.” 

Armin let out a breath of a laugh, shaking his head back softly in protest. “I mean you were clearly on a mission, it's my fault for standing there.” He said with the slightest curl of a smile forming. You let out a nasally giggle back, cringing at the way you feel a small gush of blood come out of your left nostril. You tried to think of something lighthearted to say to ease the stress that pooled in the air, but Armin spoke up again. “I’m uh… I’m Armin. I don't think I’ve ever seen you here before…”

You nodded your head softly, leaning your head forward a little bit now to get the last drops of blood out of your nose, the bleeding subsiding. “Yeah, I know.” You spit out, rebuking yourself for sounding so eager. 

You prayed that he took it as you acknowledging the way he’s never seen you instead of you admitting you knew his name already. “I um, yeah I’ve never been here before. My friends were invited and kinda insisted I tag along…” you said in an attempt to recover, trying to make your tone more nonchalant. 

Armin's eyes widened as you spoke. “Oh, were you looking for them? Should we go try and find them for you?” He asked, genuine concern in his tone. You quickly shook your head, waving your hand lazily in protest. You desperately tried to ignore the way your stomach warmed simply from him saying ‘we’. God, you seriously cannot be this down and out. 

“No, no. I mean, I don't know where they are…but I wasn’t looking for them, I'm sure they’re making themselves at home.” You began, a huff escaping you at the end. “I was actually trying to get into the kitchen to get some air. Crowded parties aren't necessarily my thing, if you couldn’t tell…” You said jokingly, motioning your hands over yourself in the state you were in. Armin let out a friendly chuckle, nodding his head in agreement. “I feel that, I don’t think I’d go to these things if they weren't in my literal house—how’s your nose?” He cut himself off to ask.

You took the ice pack off of your nose and set it on the edge of the sink. The wad of toilet paper he’d handed you was barely stained in comparison to the paper towels you’d had previously. The ache in between your eyes had seemed to subside for the most part, your head finding its way back to its resting state. 

You blinked a few times, wiggling your face a little to see if there’s any pain. That elicited a snort from Armin, a nauseously sweet smile creeping onto his face. “It’s fine….I think. Definitely the most interesting thing that’ll happen to me tonight, that's for sure. Maybe even the most interesting thing to happen during this party as a whole. ” 

Armin let out a humorous groan as he stretched his arms above his head. The way he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub was undoubtedly straining his back. “They’re so boring, aren’t they? I mean, it's just the same shit over and over. The same songs every time, same drinks, same people hooking up in the same corners.” He said with undisputed authenticity, an intrigued smile flashing on your face for a moment. 

You let out a hum of understanding, leaning back slightly against the back of the toilet. You were unable to help the way your thoughts started to spill out of you. “I know right? I read this one book a few years back, and it made the mundane cycles of human life almost painfully obvious..the way we all tend to relive the same moments over and over again…”

Armin sat and watched you speak, his eyes flashed with excitement when he realized that you must be well read. He noticed the way your throat bobbed when you’d pause mid sentence, the way you spoke with real intention and poise. He soaked in every word, digesting them like the most comforting of meals, tasting your sincerity on his own tongue.

 After a while, you realized that you’d been basically vomiting your opinions of the human experience all over someone who just wanted to help you with a bloody nose. An insecure twinge budded in between your ribs, making you look around the bathroom for anything to exchange small talk about instead. Armin wasn’t interested in that in the slightest, your eloquently spoken words oozed with merit, the depth of the conversation felt almost sacred to him. 

Like you, he didn’t experience conversations like this often. I mean, he lived in a frat house for fucks sake. The deepest conversation he’d get here is an argument over what liquor is the easiest to drink copious amounts of without ending your night in a hospital, or community bitching about a certain professor's excruciating deadlines. 

Your gaze was snapped back to him when he began to speak, reflecting the same passion you had in your tone back to you. The most full-hearted of smiles present when he did. “No you’re so right, it does change something in you once you see it. I’m just…I hope I don't come across offensive when I say this, but I wasn’t expecting that. I can’t say that I’ve ever had a conversation at any of these parties that was anything below surface level, it's…..nice. Nice to feel like someone else is speaking a language that I actually understand.” 

Your gaze shifted to the way he used his hands to speak alongside his voice, the clear zeal he felt while talking about his interests made your eyes brighten at him. The somewhat stiff and jittery conversation quickly transformed into something thoroughly fruitful, despite it taking place under the eerily flickering light of the shivery bathroom. Your voices colliding made the space warm and inviting nonetheless.

 You talked about psychology, poetry, fiction, beaming at each other over your shared interests. The conversation flowed so organically that you completely forgot why you even came to the bathroom to begin with, the barely there throb of your nose not even beginning to cross your mind. It’d been very congenial thus far, Armin was far too scared to ruin the depth he felt by attempting to flirt with you poorly. Although, he did want to. Very badly, actually. 

Your ability to remain completely open-minded, the syrupy warmth you have when you laugh. The way you began to reflect his own thoughts back to him before he even got to speak them himself. All of these being things he found painfully attractive. He found himself having to rip his gaze from your bottom lip while you were pondering a question he’d ask, not wanting to seem too forward by keeping it there. He didn't want to be delusional, he didn't want to assume anything. But what he absolutely did want was to continue to talk to you in that bathroom for as long as you’d allow him to, that he knew very clearly. 

And it's not like the attraction was one-sided. No, not at all. You found yourself drawn deep into the way he spoke, the attention to detail he had when describing something. His words breathed life into every topic. He was clearly deeply intelligent, but mind blowingly humble at the same time. Not a single word rolling off of his tongue with pompous intention. You felt your stomach pool with a sort of dramatic nervousness when he would lean his chin on his hand while you spoke, his thumb toying under his bottom lip while he drank your words in completely. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if the way you felt glued to your seat was reciprocated, if his fingers twitched at the thought of running them against the skin of your knuckles like yours did for him.

 You felt crazy for wondering those things since you’d only just met him tonight. You told yourself that you clearly have been reading far too many romance novels, that those fictional scenes were fictional for a reason. Despite the doubt, you didn't try to ignore the magnetism you felt. You let your bones hum from him moving any part of himself even slightly closer to you. You knew the feeling would be fleeting anyways, you weren’t gonna ruin the blip of time where it’s present just to forsake yourself. 

The two of you tumbled between topics for what felt like brief hours, the essay he had recently published in the newspaper being one of them. You had to pretend that you hadn’t already read it, your eyebrows raising a little as a facade when he’d explained it to you. “That must’ve taken you a long time, no? I know if it were me I'd have a million rough drafts before I trusted my abilities enough to actually publish anything.” 

Armin let out a heavy chuckle, shaking his head as if in disbelief. “You wanna see something crazy?”

His question was met with your quickly nodding head and he swiftly stood up from the edge of the bathtub, stretching his legs out a little. He waved his hand towards himself, motioning for you to follow him. Excitement pooled in your gut as you stood up from your spot in the bathroom that the two of you had made into some kind of absurd sanctuary over the past two hours. You followed him as he walked deeper down the length of the hallway, grabbing the knob of the very last door on the right and turning it.

You walked into the room that you quickly realized was his bedroom, a schoolgirl-esque giddiness arose in you at the mere thought of being there. You quickly scanned the room, noticing the way his bed was neatly made. A plethora of soft blankets laid out across the comforter in a way that made the bed look just as inviting as he seemed to be. Your eyes flickered to the bookshelf that leaned up against the wall next to the desk in the corner, the shelves of it blooming with literature. The only light in the room comes from a large overhead lamp. It stood over his desk that was littered with piles and piles of copy paper printed top to bottom with various sized paragraphs. Each stack stood at least an inch thick, some even double that. Armin let out a breathy chuff as he pointed at the papers all over the desk. “Those are all of my rough drafts. Every last paper on that desk is me trying to prepare for that essay.” 

You walked over to the desk and ran your thumb up the side of one of the stacks, the sound of the papers fluttering against each lasting for at least 10 full seconds. Your chest warmed at the visual representation of his dedication, though his passion was clear even before. Armin walked over to the end of his bed and plopped down, a sigh escaping him as he landed. He watched you examine his room, noticing how your eyes almost glowed when you ran your forefinger over the spines of his books that sat neatly on his shelf.

 You had recognized a good chunk of the titles, although he was unfortunately missing the borderline pornographic fantasy books that ran rampant on your shelf at home. You wondered to yourself if he had any romance novels hidden under his bed like the average man's playboy magazine,  the idea made you giggle under your breath. 

“What’s the laugh about? Is my collection not impressive enough for you?” He teased, his fingers tapping nervously at his knees as he watched you walk around his room like you should’ve always been there. You shook your head as you turned around to face him, not making direct eye contact but still noticing the way his eyes trailed even your smallest of movements. “It’s very impressive, actually…” you said honestly, a candied smile on your lips. 

You walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down next to him, leaving an arms length of space between the two of you so you didn’t come off presuming. You let out a deep sigh, closing your eyes and letting the cozy silence of his room soothe you into the ease you’d been craving since the moment you stepped foot in the house. “Why would someone ever pick that over this…” you said softly as you nodded your head once towards the door, referencing the party that began to thump down the hallway. Armin cocked a brow, smiling boyishly at you. “What’s this?” 

You let out a breathy chuckle, keeping your eyes closed as you spoke. “Silence….ease. Meaningful conversation that doesn’t have any destination.” You began, subconsciously leaning back and laying your spine flat against the plush of his blanket covered mattress. Your eyes remained closed as you continued to talk, the loss of the sense making it easier to speak in the way you’d  wanted to. “I mean, don't get me wrong… I enjoy getting drunk as much as the next college student. I’d never frown upon anyone who really loves the energy out there, I'm sure it brings the right people a sense of community almost…”. A deep breath.

 “All anyone wants at the end of the day is to be seen without reprimand, to be accepted down to their bones. If dancing your heart out next to someone you’ll maybe never see again makes them feel that, having that glimpse of each other's most raw forms… then all the power to you.”

Armin gazed at you in an almost awe-like state as you spoke, eyeing the way your hair pooled effortlessly around you as you laid back onto his bed. He found himself physically having to sit on his hand to keep himself from reaching out and running his fingers through it. Your honeyed voice thrummed through the realest parts of him. He was completely unable to tear his eyes away from the soft swells of your cheeks or the long lines of your neck, his eyes glimmered as they drank in your presence. He cursed himself for having such a beautiful breath of a woman in his bed but still being too self-loathing to do anything about it. He hummed in understanding as he laid back against the bed next to you, still an arms length apart. 

“I think that’s a pretty beautiful observation to make…you’re— um, you’re very well spoken. I'll have to consult with you for my next essay instead of creating another shit show like whatever that is” he choked out as he aimlessly pointed towards his desk.

 He’d hoped cracking a joke would lead you away from the way he’d almost said something that could possibly make you uncomfortable. You were none the wiser, your eyes finally fluttered open as you turned your head to look at him. “You got it.” 

He had to wipe his hands on his sweatpants to get rid of the film of sweat that grew there the moment you peeked out at him under the curls of your lashes. 

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Two weeks have passed since that night, and you hate how it seemed to always present itself in the forefront of your mind. Armin’s soft gaze and the way his words reflected your inner monologue when he spoke hung heavy in you, just around every corner. You felt completely delusional, the way the night had ended made you sure of your former idea of it just being a fleeting moment. He didn't kiss you, or ask for your number, nothing of the sort was even mentioned. 

You two had spent the entire night talking, laughing, spilling your guts out to each other and not thinking twice about how strange it was to do that with someone you had just met. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. You remember having to leave abruptly when you noticed the sun rising beyond his curtained windows, neither of you noticing how the bass had stopped humming between the floorboards of the house a few hours prior, or how heavy your lids hung over your eyes as the time went on. 

You had spent the past two weeks dissecting every part of the conversation that you could remember, scrounging for some reason that would lead you to believe he felt the same pull you did. He had taken over, staking his claim during the night and causing you to clench your thighs together when you’d remember the way the soft features of his face looked as he laughed. You felt perverted and overly crass, sure that you’d never be able to show your face to him ever again after the countless fantasies you’d had.

 You had imagined what his lips would look like covered in you, what his fingers would surely be able to accomplish due to the length of them. You wondered if he was a passionate lover, slow and deliberate. Or was he the opposite, grabby and rushed to touch you in as many places as he could like a man starved. It didn’t matter what type he really was, you’d imagined him in every possible way already. No version of him could be a shock to you. 

And despite the embarrassment that swallowed you whole when you actually imagined seeing him face to face again, you found yourself walking into the house he shared with his fraternity brothers anyways. 

Your friends had received another invite to Eren’s next party, the invite being extended to you this time even though you and Eren had never met. You had told yourself that if you did see him, you’d just put an end to the warm torture he’d instilled upon you. You’d be unable to embarrass yourself any further at that point. If you didn’t see him, your plan b was to get as drunk as you could off of drinks that you didn't pay for to try and dull the thoughts of him, even a little would be enough. 

You and your friends entered the party and began to mingle, the heavy blow of thickened air choking you already. You scanned the room over and over again for a glimpse of him, a deep twinge in your gut every time you came up short.

 You quickly made your way to the kitchen, pouring an obscene amount of vodka into a cheap plastic cup and mindlessly splashing some orange juice in it like it'd even out somehow. It felt like your actions were coming before your thoughts, uncontrollable and erratic in a way that made you unrecognizable to yourself. 

You were always in control, always centered. That night with Armin threw you completely off kilter. You knew you were acting out of pocket. You really didn’t care. You just needed some relief.

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Armin’s POV:

Armin let out a choked groan, cum ribboning into the air as his hips jutted forward desperately into his own wanting hand. He rested his forehead against the cold tile wall of the shower, his breathing rapid and his legs trembling in aftershock. All it took was a very small handful of thoughts about you in this exact bathroom two weeks ago to unravel him completely.

 He physically could not get you out of his mind since he’d met you. The way you said his name, the shine of your hair as it splayed over his bed when you laid on it. The way you’d looked at him that night as if you saw the rawest parts of him. He couldn’t help himself, despite how disrespectful and deeply disappointed in himself he felt about jerking off to the thought of a woman he’d met only once.

And this wasn’t the first instance, no no. He found himself crumpling paper after paper into his trashcan when he would sit down at his desk, the only thing written on any of them being some type of saccharine fifth grade love letter to you. He’d wind up with nothing to show for the hours he’d spent sitting there other than a painful boner suffocating itself in his pants.

 His first waking thought was you, the way you walked around his room like some kind of enchantress, your movements slow and enticing. He’d rub the sleep out of his eyes with his dick pressed firm against his stomach, his slender hand reaching down to relieve himself with the image of your head bobbing on him whirling recklessly in his mind. 

He really felt like he was going insane, to be honest. Sure, he was a normal human with urges like anyone else. But this was different. He had never, never behaved like this before. You had completely captivated him. 

And it wasn't just some creepy sexual obsession, his thoughts seemed to find a way to reel back to you in everything he did. Every mindless conversation he had with a peer or coworker, he’d imagine how much better it would be if you were a part of it. He doesn’t ever remember being able to hold a conversation with anyone for even an hour without finding himself wanting to retreat to solitary, but he felt like the many hours that the two of you shared talking wasn't nearly enough. He would’ve stayed there on that bed until the room surrounding the two of you dissolved back into the earth, and even then he would probably still have another question to ask.

 You ripped past barriers in him in one night that took his closest friends years. And yet, he still didn't even muster up the courage to ask you for your number. He had explained his darkest days to you, and what scents made him the most nostalgic, but asking for your number would surely be too much. 

When Eren mentioned throwing another party this weekend, Armin had asked to put you and your friends on the invite list again. Doing so obviously elicited a wild smirk and rushing fist bumps from him, which Armin hated. He’d play into the douchey frat antics as much as he needed to if it meant you’d show up again. 

He finished getting ready, listening to the party begin to swell through the house as he combed his fingers through his hair over and over again, as if you’d notice a stray hair out of place and run away. He knew getting an invite to you had the chance of being a lost cause due to your disinterest in parties, but he’d hoped that your friends would drag you here again, that they would bring you back to him. 

He walked out of his room and down the long hallway, the beat of the nauseatingly familiar song (that would surely play at least six more times tonight) getting louder with each step. He made his way out to the kitchen, eyes gazing over the ever growing crowd of people to find you. He bit anxiously at his cheek when he toyed with the idea of you not showing up. He almost turned on his heels to go back to his room when he saw a blink of you, gone just as fast as you appeared. 

He tried to trail your movements, walking deeper into the kitchen and leaning against the counter to get a better look. He started to actually believe he’d gone insane, there’s no way he’s beginning to hallucinate your presence now. He scoffed at himself under his breath, in disbelief that he was so desperate to see you that he resorted to playing pretend. 

But then, his eyes snapped to your familiar form. Your smile hesitant but there nonetheless. He squinted his eyes slightly to get a better look at you, his jaw instinctively tightening when he saw the man standing behind you. Jean Kirstein. One of his fellow frat brothers, with his arm drunkenly slung over your shoulder, his mouth inches away from your ear. Armin despised the way his teeth grinded and the way his eyebrows lowered at the sight, jealousy not being a feeling he’s necessarily used to. Regardless of whether it's a familiar feeling or not, he found it crawling its way into every rift of him as he watched you from across the house. 

He watched the way your smile waivered, your movements looking a little too loose to be those of a sober person. When his gaze landed on Jean’s hand placed strategically on your hip, he felt his nostrils flare and his heartbeat thrash wildly in his chest. He thought about approaching you, saying something or maybe just grabbing you and whisking you away from Jean. But he couldn’t. His feet were unmoving and cowardly, self-contempt bubbling deep in his stomach. 

Armin turned to grab a bottle of whiskey from the counter, pouring himself a shot and throwing it back hastily, grimacing at the burn that slid down his throat and landed hard in his chest. He’s decided that he’s just going to take the whole bottle back to his room, drink himself into a slumber so deep he’ll hopefully wake up tomorrow with no recollection of tonight as a whole.

He grabbed the neck of the bottle and turned back to walk down to his room, his grip on it loosened as he glanced back at the sea of bodies and realized you aren’t where you were just moments ago… neither is Jean. 

He let out a disappointed huff, his footsteps heavy against the hard wood of the hallway. You deserved someone who wasn't so cowardly, he can’t even fault you for choosing Jean. He oozed a certain kind of confidence that Armin couldn’t even fathom, his tone always charming and smooth. Armin opened the door to his bedroom, and his self-deprecating tantrum was cut short when he saw you sitting on the ground next to the foot of his bed, your head buried into your knees. 

“Y/n?”

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Your pulse rose into your throat when you felt Jean’s sweaty hand find its way to your hip. He rested it there as if he was claiming his territory like some kind of pissing dog. You had clearly drank too much, you would’ve never gotten yourself into this miserable position if you hadn’t. 

To your credit though, the drinking had made Armin’s silhouette stop flashing behind your eyes every time you’d blink. You were thankful for that, you were beginning to seriously concern yourself with the grasp he had on you. 

You tried your hardest to sway your hips to the music, but your movements just came out forced and rigid no matter how fluid the liquor made you feel. You felt lost, stranded, and also on the verge of projectile vomiting. Whether it was from the alcohol or the way Jeans thumb started to rub small circles on your hip, it didn't matter. You needed to find a way out. 

Jean's head leaned into the crook of your neck, his breath torrid and sticky against your ear as he spoke. The scent of his damp, sweat slicked hair wafted into your nostrils. You were absolutely sure you were going to puke now. 

He said something about letting him take you home, you couldn’t really make out exactly what he was saying. Your hearing was deafened from the music blasting through the speaker on your other side. You also didn’t care enough to know exactly what was said, too focused on how your vision warped in a way that felt like your head was stuck on sideways. 

You forced out a compliant smile, your eyes void of anything at all. You leaned in to tell him that you had to go to the bathroom, the smell of his plasticy cologne glueing your nose shut. He said something about coming with you, but you were gone from his line of vision before the sentence could be finished. 

The tile of the kitchen swirled and pulsed as you practically sprinted over it. You drunkenly bounced your shoulder off of someone’s back as you started for the hallway, too confused to even be able to apologize. You grabbed at the door handle, missing it completely on your first try. The door shut behind you and you sank to the floor as soon as the noise became distant and stifled, closing your eyes and tucking your forehead to your knees. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, the concept of time becoming far too complex to even begin to think about. But what wasn't complex was sloshing around in your inebriated mind, fast and loose. You had been acting so fucking stupid. One night with someone you’d enjoyed your time with and all the sudden you're acting like a ludicrous middle schooler. 

Except, it wasn't just that. It never was. It was something you couldn’t explain, couldn't understand no matter how many times you replayed it in your head. The way you’d felt that night with Armin was absorbing in every way. You felt so fucking stupid. 

A soft voice ripped you away from your conviction, your head heavy as you hesitantly lifted it from your knees. 

“Y/n?”

You were sure you’d croak any second now, the feeling in your body indescribable. The lights were off and the cold flatness of the ground beneath you had felt like it made sense enough to be the bathroom that you’d wanted to find. The light that spilled in through the newly opened door made you realize you were absolutely not in the room that you thought. You flickered your gaze between the edge of the bed next to you and the desk that was still littered with papers, a lot of them crumpled now.

You finished with your eyes landing on the silhouette of Armin standing in the doorway, the light of the hallway behind him made the edges of him glow like some kind of heavenly liberator. 

Your mouth went dry as he gently shut the door behind him. He hurriedly switched on the lamp above the desk and crouched down next to you, his expression clear with concern.  “Are you okay? How’d you get in here?” 

The ability to speak was amnestic, your voice coming out babbled and lost. “I don’t know…I thought I was in the bathroom. I— god, I’m sorry.” 

You found your way to your feet, your legs wobbly and your head sharply throbbing from the change in pressure. You were sure that the embarrassment you’d subjected yourself to tonight would replace any fleeting fantasies that arose in the future. And you were certain he’d hope to never see you again after this.

As you began to stumble your way out of his room, Armin's lanky arm shot out in front of you. He held you steady with his hands in a very similar way to your first interaction. You felt the edge of the bed press against the back of your calves and you uncontrollably dropped down onto the plush mattress once again. The contrast between this moment and the last time you’d sat on his bed like this made you want to claw at your chest. 

“Just… let me at least get you some water or something. Jesus, how much did you drink?” He said, his tone still able to remain kind in its bones somehow. The way he felt the need to help you regardless of the way you invaded his personal space made you want to bang your forehead into your fists. Your drunken stupor didn’t erase his humility. Of course it didn’t.

Armin reached into the small fridge that sat behind his desk, a handful of water bottles in it as well as the premade iced coffees he’d drink to get him through the copious late nights he’d spend dumping his mind onto paper. He grabbed one of the waters and walked over to hand it to you. 

You reached out weakly to grab it. The cap twisted off and your sip slowly turned into a chug as you felt the coolness of it wash down your throat, soothing the burn you felt in every corner of yourself. Your voice came out a timid jumble, your words slurring together slightly. “I don't know… a lot. Way too much, obviously.” You paused to take another drink. “I was trying to uh… get away from that guy—“

”Jean.” 

“Sure, I don't remember.” You answered defeatedly, not even questioning why Armin knew who you were referring to. He sat next to you on the bed in the same way he did two weeks ago, the same arms length between the two of you. “He said something about coming home with him or whatever so I just dipped. I seriously thought I was in the bathroom…” you admitted, still trying to rack your brain and figure out how you made such a severe misjudgment.

”I’m glad you're not…”

His words come out so quiet that you're not sure what he just said. “Huh?”

Armin cleared his throat, fixing his posture so he sat up a little taller next to your crumpled form. “I— uh… said that sounds about right.” he stuttered out before he continued. “Jean is kinda…forward, I guess. I’m sorry if he made you uncomfortable.”

He felt the need to apologize for his fraternity brother’s behavior, despite the way he would prefer to never bring him up again in front of you. You wave your hand lazily towards him, brushing off the apology. 

“It’s not your fault, you apologize too much.” You spit out, your inhibition making you speak before your conscience even has a chance to stop you. Armin lets out a struggled chuff, his shoulders dropping a little in defeat. You’re right, he did apologize too much. Of course you saw that. 

“He wasn’t being overly creepy or anything anyways… I just wasn't interested.” You continued, Armin's eyes sparking with something you couldn’t quite place.

”Why not?” He asked. His question came out casual enough, a facade of mindless curiosity. You shrugged your shoulders, a nervous giggle as you speak. “Just not my type I guess.” 

Armin felt like he was going to explode. His heart lurched when he saw you sat on his floor, disoriented and filled with guilt. All he wanted was to see you again tonight, to feel your presence. Now that he had it, he felt like he was gonna be sick. His stomach dipped with every different expression you flashed at him. His legs physically ached from how badly he wanted to brush his knee up against yours. Why would you dance with Jean if he wasn't your type? He continues to beat the horse that’s been dead for at least a week now, wondering if you felt the same urge he did.

He can’t keep you here for hours again and not say anything about the thing he felt shattering every bone. You're drunk. His shame had layers now. 

Armin chuckled under his breath. He’s the first one to lay back on the bed this time, feeling as though he might pass out if he stayed upright. He lets his toes bounce lightly against the floor, the back of his calves moving against the flat edge of the bed. “So what’s your type then?” 

You felt every ounce of blood in your body seem to still from his question. As much as you tried not to, you couldn’t help but read into it front to back. You’d begun to fiddle with the loose threads of the blanket you sit on. Eye contact wasn’t even in the question. Shock began to sober you a little, your easy answers slipping away.  ”What do you mean?”

Maybe the clueless drunk girl thing will work. You knew he was too insightful for it to work. 

“Well… I don't know. Jean’s an attractive guy. He’s decently popular with women so he must be funny and nice enough to talk to.” Armin's hands rested intertwined on his chest, his thumbs circling each other.

”True… there’s just something missing.” You said as you thought through the maze that presented itself when you tried to think of the right thing to say without exposing yourself too much. 

Armin shifted a little. His teeth picked and bit at his cheek and he tasted metal. He could feel his heart thumping in between his shoulder blades. “What’s missing?”

You let out a sigh as you laid back messily onto the bed, your body language beginning to show the bits of frustration that brewed in you. You assumed this is just one of his genuine curiosities, him wanting to know for his own archives of the human mind. You wanted him to let it go and pick something else so you could take a full breath. 

”Does that really matter?”

”If it didn't you would’ve gone home with him.” 

“I wouldn’t have.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because… he’s not who I want to go home with.” You felt like you were going to choke. Armin shifted again, turning onto his side. His eyes were on you and you knew it without looking to check. You were choking. 

“So there was someone you wanted to go home with?”  Armin didn’t even know what he was saying. He was trying to test the waters in his own beat around the bush way. He wanted you to say something that he could bend into perceived rejection, but each answer of yours seemed to confuse him further. 

“I didn't say that.” 

“So what were you trying to say then?”

You shifted yourself to face him, both of you laying on your sides on the bed. His elbow was propped up so he can hold himself up, you mirrored him. You felt like you were going insane. 

His eyes flashed and whirled with something you couldn’t place, his tone was almost painful. You felt like he was holding something back, but the way his eyes and his words seemed to clash made you want to scream into the mattress and kick like a child. 

You told yourself that if you did see him again tonight, you were one hundred percent going to say something. You were going to end the borderline obsession you’d formed one way or another. Yet here you were, face to face with the man you’d spent the last two weeks ogling over, and you’re dodging and ducking. ”What are you trying to say?”

Armin felt a ball of apprehension in the back of his throat, swallowing hard to try and get it down. He was at his breaking point, a place he can't say he’d ever been before in this context. Uncharted territory. As the two of you went back and forth, his eyes darted down the side of your body. Saliva began pooling on the back of his tongue when he got sight of the way your body curved, the way your hips rounded so perfectly. Fuck. 

He let out a strangled sigh as he spoke, his eyes staring at the wall behind you to avoid your reaction. “Would you have let Jean kiss you if he tried?” 

You paused for a moment so you didn’t scream. You let out a broken laugh instead. “No.” 

Armin's next words came out so quiet like he’s trying to find his voice, but like he would die if he didn't say them. “Would you let me kiss you if I tried?” 

A beat of silence fell between the foot of space between you and him, the foot of space that turned into six inches without either of you noticing. You felt like you needed to pinch yourself. Maybe this is just another one of his charged questions, or some kind of sick joke. 

When your eyes snapped to his, you realized it was neither. He’s serious. His lids hung slightly lower, his brows slanted. You felt the tips of your toes start to tingle, your tongue subconsciously coming out to wet your bottom lip. Your voice came out more like a breath, just barely there. “Yes.” 

That’s all it took for Armin to close the space between the two of you. You blink once and his forehead is pressed to yours, his hand cupping your face like you’re holy to him. His fingers splayed over your cheek, his thumb tracing your jaw over and over again. His words came out on a shaky breath, like he is using every ounce of his self control. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now…” 

“I’m half drunk…”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

The minuscule gap was closed as he pressed his lips to yours. His lips were indescribably plush and so, so warm. He kissed you almost hesitantly at first, not daring to move his lips or press them harder into yours. Once he felt you move your mouth against his that all went out the window, any shred of self control he had left vanished without a second thought. 

He kissed you like he was starving, like your lips on his was the only thing keeping him alive. His fingertips curled around the beginning of your jaw just below your ear, tugging your mouth into his like he wanted to consume you. He swallowed a groan when he felt you sigh into his mouth, brushing his tongue against your bottom lip to see if you’ll take. You swiftly parted your lips to let him explore you deeper without hesitation. 

And explore he did. His other hand came down to the belt loops of your jeans, sliding his fingers in them and tugging you flush to him with ease. His tongue brushed back and forth against yours, hands came to tangle in each other's hair. The way the two of you kissed was sanctified, like you had been wasting your time by spending it doing anything other than tasting each other. 

You felt the clothed ridge of his dick press against your hip and you couldn’t help the way you squeezed your thighs together, your body already demanding some kind of friction. 

He broke from the kiss, his lips swollen and flushed. His eyes pleaded as he spoke. “Tell me you’ll remember this tomorrow…that you’ve been thinking about this like I have, please.”

You let out a strangled chuckle, dropping your forehead to his shoulder. If only he knew. You began to leave a wet trail of kisses up his throat, sloppy and half-hazard in between your words. “…I’ve thinking about this since we met.”

A kiss. 

“thinking about you…”

Another. 

“I haven’t been able to get away from you, you're everywhere..” 

Armin let out a sharp groan at your words, his hand grabbing for your face to pull you back up to his lips. He kissed you like he wanted to swallow you whole, like he'd been fantasizing about this just as relentlessly as you have the past two weeks. 

“Fuck…you’ve made me lose my mind since that night. All I can think about is you.” He breathed out against your mouth, the confirmation made you exhale shakily as you felt anything that's not you and him in his bed completely disappear. Your leg hooked around the side of him and you pressed your body weight against him so he’d roll onto his back. 

You barely had to force. Armin’s mouth went slightly agape as he watched you sit on top of him, his eyes deepening in a way that could hypnotize you if you let them. The weight of you on his lap was enough to make him twitch, but the way the soft lines of your curves pooled and dipped sent his brain into overdrive.

 He grasped and clutched at your hips as you brought your mouth back down to his, a sharp exhale leaving him when you instinctively rolled your hips forward. Just once. Not enough but far too much. 

“Y/n… you don't have to do… we can take things slow if you want. I don't want you to feel— oh fuck.” He began, but was quickly cut off by how you drew your tongue up the side of his neck, teeth dragging against the skin right below his pulse point. His shaky hands slid up your hips and landed just below your ribs, his fingertips curling around the bottom hem of your shirt. 

“Do you want to take things slower?” You breathed into his ear, his head shaking rapidly in response. He was unable to get the words ‘fuck no’ out fast enough. “Good. Me neither.” You giggled as you grabbed his wrists and slid the palms of his hands under your shirt. His hands splayed over the skin of your stomach, wanting to cover as much surface area as he could. 

He continued to slide his hands up further, studying you with an undying precision. He had imagined you like this so many times, and even the best of it didn't come close to the way you felt in his hands. 

He began trailing them over the lace that covered the swells of your breasts. He brushed his thumb against your nipple over the thin mesh of your bra, grinning when he heard you let out a stifled whine into his mouth. His other hand went back down to tug and grip at the bottom of your shirt, his voice desperate and gravelly. “Take this off. Please, baby.” 

The pet name had you complying immediately, sliding the shirt off with ease and tossing it across the room. His eyes darkened as he drank you in, his hands trailing up and down your bare skin as if he'd never seen anything this perfect.

He started to sit up, holding you against him as he shifted the two of you to the head of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. You settled on top of his lap again and he grabbed at your ass like a rabid animal. His lips started to attack your neck, his kisses there being irreverent and famished. 

You ground your hips down onto him again when you felt him trail his mouth down to your collarbones, and then to the pudge of your breasts that dared to spill over the edge of your bra. He let out a hiss against your skin, biting and sucking so a mark would be left there. He needed you to have a reminder of this that you’d see even if he escaped your mind. He needed you to remember him. 

You started to wiggle against his lap as he stuck his tongue out to soothe the bruised skin. His hands came to grasp your hips, holding you still with unexpected strength. “Fucking hell, you gotta stop moving like that…” he mumbled into your soft skin. He wanted to worship you. He wasn’t going to let that be ruined by his own weakness. 

You let out a breathy sound, the feeling of his fingertips pressing into your skin to keep your hips immobile made you yearn for something more. Armin kept his mouth on you the entire time his hand started to caress your stomach, landing low at the edge of your jeans. He fiddled with the buttons and looked up at you through ignited eyes, eliciting a gasp out of you as he toyed with the hem of your underwear. 

“Wanna touch you some more before you make me cum in my pants…” he muttered out, low and sure. He touched you everywhere but where you needed him most. It was torture. It was so good. 

He ran a single fingertip over your clothed core, groaning into your shoulder like a wounded animal when he felt how soaked you were. “Jesus Christ… you can't be real.”

Your hips bucked against his finger, your clit begging for something… anything. It was like he read your mind when he finally slid the crotch of your underwear to the side, taking that same finger and running it up your slit, collecting some of your slick and settling it on your swollen nub to rub painfully slow circles. 

“Fuck, fuck Armin..” you moaned out, your hands reaching for his shoulders to steady yourself. Armin let out a stifled whimper at the sound of his name falling off your lips in such a perverted tone. He felt his dick pulse wildly in his pants, but his own release was the last thing on his mind. 

He continued to work your clit with his finger, smiling against your skin when he felt you relax fully into his lap, every muscle in your body starting to become pliable. “Please, baby. Let me make you feel good…. let me take care of you in the way you deserve. God, you look so pretty. So fucking pretty.” 

His muffled slew of words had you moaning profanities into the thick air around you, and he felt each one of them reverberate through his body and shoot straight to his crotch. He felt your heavy breaths on his skin, goosebumps trailing down his arms. He sped up his circles, watching the way you tilted your head back and rolled your hips into his palm.

 The air was sucked out of his lungs every time he looked at you, it was almost painful how breathtaking you were. He was completely lost in you. You had him so deeply at your mercy, there wasn't anything he wouldn’t do if you asked for it. 

A sharp gasp left you as he shifted his hand, using his thumb now to rub your clit while his middle finger toyed at your entrance. He tilted his head to look at you, his eyes dazed and on fire despite their cool hue. “Can I…?” He asked sweetly, so sweetly that you felt your chest swell. He was the kind of lover you’d hoped for most, devoted but deeply desperate. Once he felt the way your body responded to him, the only thing he thought about was how many different ways he could make you cum. His own pleasure was a distant afterthought. 

You nodded furiously and a coy grin spread across his face. “I need you to tell me, y/n… need to hear you say it.” He teased as he dipped just the slightest bit of his fingertip into you. It took everything in him not to bury every last knuckle once he felt the tight band of muscle kiss his fingertip with a throb. 

“God— please, baby. Need your fingers, don't you wanna feel me?” You pouted, your voice so erotic Armin thought he might die on the spot. He wasted no time, sliding his slender finger into you and cursing under his breath as he felt your walls immediately squeeze it. 

“Hm— fuck, baby. You’re so tight… I’m gonna add another, okay?” He groaned, his question being met with a choked out ‘yes’ from you. He slid his ring finger into you to join his middle finger as his thumb continued to swirl around your clit. You whined into his neck, your body shuddering at the stretch. 

You jutted your hips down onto his hand, and he took that as a green light. He started pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, wanting to memorize the feel of you like this. He rolled his wrist against the inside seam of your jeans as he started fucking you faster with his fingers, looking down to see his hand stuffed desperately into your pants as you humped against it. He was done for. 

Your face pressed up against his neck, drool threatening to leave your slightly agape mouth as he worked you out. His words were fucking filthy, his knack for writing showing even now.

“You feel so good… fuck— you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about making you moan like this.” 

“I’m so fucking hooked on you, my god. Tell me what you want, I’ll do anything…”

”I can feel you squeezing, baby. You like it like this? I’ll give it to you over and over again.” 

Your body hummed with rapture as he cooed his filth. Your mind was hazy, the only thing you could feel being his fingers working you out as if they were made for it. They started to nudge that spot deep inside of you that made spots appear in your vision. You choked out a moan, your voice wrecked and laced with pure bliss. “Shit— right there… don’t fucking stop.” 

The way you demanded him made his chest flood with heat, his free hand coming up to toy with your nipple over the thin fabric of your bra. “I won't, baby. God, not when you sound like that… take this off, please.” He panted as he tugged at the underwire. 

You reached your hands back behind you, your hips still grinding into his hand. You undid the clasp of your bra, your fingers trembling making it a little harder than it should’ve been. You let your bra slide down your arms and you tossed it aimlessly to the side. 

Armin's eyes grew wide with desire at the sight of you. Topless, blissed out, bucking your hips to ride his hand. He let out a shaky whimper as he watched your tits bounce in his face. He grabbed one of your nipples between the thumb and forefinger of his free hand, rolling the sensitive bud. 

“Oh god… baby I— shit. You’re gonna make me…” you cried out, the familiar bubble begging to swell deep in your stomach. Armin kept his movements steady, his voice dripping with desperation as he whispered into your ear. “Fuck, y/n. Let me make you cum… please. I need it. Need to know what you sound like when you cum, what you feel like…” 

You sobbed out against him, a string of profanities falling from your lips. You felt yourself start to flutter around him, your eyes glued shut and your body thrumming with an indescribable pleasure. He lowered his head, using his free hand to hold your breast as he took your nipple into his mouth. You felt him swirl his tongue and bite down gently, and that sent you over the edge into oblivion. 

You grabbed mindlessly at the hair at the base of his skull, tugging and letting out a ragged mewl. Your orgasm ripped through you like a bolt of lightning, all consuming and persistent. You shook wildly against him, and Armin's eyes were trailing your every movement. Every shiver felt sacred. Every moan made his dick spill a little more into his boxers. 

His mouth found yours with fervor as he worked you down from your release, his kisses slow and tumultuous. The way you struggled to keep your mouth pressed to his made him want to drop to his knees. He wanted to make you cum so many times that he’d spoil the feeling for you for any lover after him. 

You let out muffled cries into his mouth as he continued to pump his fingers slowly. He was still so greedy. He couldn't stop, his fingers would have to be ripped away from your pussy to make him stop. 

You twitched harshly as his thumb brushed up against your overwhelmed clit. You croaked out a groan, grabbing his wrist to stop his movements as you collapsed into his lap, forehead falling to his chest. “B-baby… I c-can’t. Too much…” 

Armin let out a stifled whine against your hair, but he reluctantly stopped his movements anyways. He was addicted to you, your smell, the feeling of your bare tits pressed up against him. He slid his fingers out of you and you shuddered from the loss. 

He brought his fingers to his mouth with zero hesitation, sucking every last drop of you off of them. He let out a pathetic whine as the taste of you spread across his tongue, he would never get enough of you. “So perfect..” he muttered to himself as you finally began to catch your breath. 

He shifted the both of you, holding your limp body against his like it was pure gold in his hands. He laid back and moved you to rest your head on his chest, his fingers tracing unrecognizable shapes onto your bare back. A few moments of bliss filled silence washed over the two of you before Armin broke it, his voice much mushier now. “…have you really been thinking about me too?” 

You raised your head to look up at him, his eyes like a begging puppy. You let out a small giggle, your head falling back to his chest. “Armin, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. That's why I came here tonight in the first place.” 

You felt his chest release, a deep exhale coming out of him like he was holding his breath that whole time. “I’m so glad you came tonight—“ he cuts off, bringing his hand up to his forehead and wincing when he realizes what he just said. “I mean, I’m glad you showed up. Yeah.” 

You let out a stifled chuckle into his chest, him returning the favor as he continued. “Well I am glad you came too. You know, the other way. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life and I’m really glad you felt safe enough to share that with me and… okay im just gonna shut up now.” 

You laughed at how easily he got flustered, but you still rubbed small circles into his chest as reassurance. A way to say ‘I see you’ without any words. Your gaze shifted down to his crotch and the tent that remained firmly pitched in his pants. You reached to toy with the waistband, his hands quickly coming down to stop you. 

You shot him a concerned look, his face turning a bright shade of crimson. His voice came out stuttered and slow. “You… don't have to do anything. This was about you anyways…”

Your brows lowered as you ran your palm over the hard ridge of his dick through his pants, his hips twitching and his legs shaking a little. He let out a choked sigh, his face turning impossibly redder. “I—fuck. I already uh…” 

You cocked a brow, the confusion in your expression softening when you noticed the wet patch leaking through the fabric. Oh my god. You had made Armin Arlert cum in his pants. Without even touching him.

armin wasn't well known to others, but he had been your secret obsession the whole semester. but while everyone else was out partying, he was studying, meaning that you had to resort to... alternative measures in order to see him outside of class.

"you just had to show off, didn't you?" he grunts, lifting your hips before slamming them down brutally. "wanted everyone to see what a little slut you are, hmm?"

you can only stifle a moan in response, tears pooling at your eyes as you clutch onto his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soaked by your fluids. the plap! plap! plap! of skin against skin is loud and audible, but the sound is the least of your worries as armin stills his grip on you, all movement coming to a halt.

you whine pathetically, squirming in his arms to attempt some form of relief.

a slap! rings through the library, and the stinging sensation on your left asscheek leaves you whining and rutting for more.

"stupid slut." he growls, fogged up glasses slipping down the rim of his nose. he slaps you again, before lifting your hips and thrusting up into your, hard.

"ah!" you crumble, face burying into his neck. he lifts his hand from your ass to tangle it into your hair, pulling your head to face him. "fucked so dumb you can't even look at me anymore?" he snatches the panties out of your mouth. "let me hear you moan."

you obey, letting forth your cries as he resumes his thrusts, pounding into your poor, abused pussy like it's his last race.

"a-armin, wait, i'm 'bout to--!" you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans as the dam breaks. wet, erotic squelches continue as he fucks you through your high.

suddenly, you're flipped onto the desk, study materials flying onto the floor as he pins your stomach to the brown hardwood. he presses down on your back, leaning over you to lick a stripe up your ear. "who said you could cum without permission?"

you hear a rustling behind you. in your fucked-out gaze, you see him pulling off the rubber that is soaked with your fluids. he catches your stare. a grin tugs at the corners of his lips. "bad girls deserve to get fucked raw."

raw? a shiver runs down your spine. "wait, armin, it's a bad day for me--ah!" you're silenced as he rams into your pussy, bottoming out in one deep, brutal thrust. you're a moaning mess, fingernails etching into the wood as you're slammed back and forth against the table. "n-no, i'm gonna get preg-ah! pregnant..."

he scoffs, pushing you down harder. "even better."

armin presses against your back, snatching your jaw to slam his lips against yours.

his glasses press against your nose, and he squeezes your cheeks to grant himself entrance into your mouth. As your tongues collide, you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing scrape against the roof of your mouth. you moan into him, heated pants stealing your breath as your walls squeeze around his cock involuntarily.

"you like that?" he chuckles darkly, pulling away to stick out his tongue. "got it just for this."

he lifts you by your hair, forcing your back to arch as he bullies his way into your core. he pulls you into a kiss again, before mumbling a quick, "open," and spitting into your open mouth with a splat!

you take it, swallowing obediently and sticking out your tongue to show him your work. he groans filthily, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. he roughly slams into you, a grin erupting onto his face, and you see his tongue dart out to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth.

he flips you over with a grunt, slamming your back into the table as he begins pummeling into your core. "cum again f'me." he mumbles, wiping the fog off his glasses. he's reaching down to rub circles on your clit. "cum. now."

with his words, you come undone on his cock, legs spasming as you clutch at his wet t-shirt. you're shaking as his thrusts slow, before he gives you one last thrust, bottoming out to shoot ropes of cum into your womb. with a low, "fuck..." he's pumping for at least a minute, and you can feel the hot spurts painting your insides white as he stills inside of you.

he's panting, face buried into your neck, glasses pushed up into his hair. you both lie there for a moment, savoring the post-nut bliss before he slowly pulls out of you, bringing a moan out of your mouth. you feel the sliding of his cock as he taps it on the head of your clit, admiring his handiwork. he whistles, taking out his phone to snap a picture of your cum-filled hole, the white fluids dripping down onto your thigh.

you're too fucked out to care as he records your sorry state, giving your cunt a few slaps, even pushing a finger into your hole to plug his cum back in, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. he's stuffing his cock back into his pants, but you can barely move, still twitching and panting on the table from your high.

he's about to leave when he gives you a once over, then takes off his plaid flannel to wrap you in it carefully. he sits you down carefully, brushing your hair from your face, leaving a soft peck on your temple. he slides your used panties up your legs, making sure to carefully keep his seed inside, then smooths out your skirt, tucking a business card into your waistband. he's cleaning off his glasses before bidding you farewell, leaving you in the library to collect yourself.

you were definitely going to schedule another session.

"call me if you need another lesson."

you slowly pull out the card, eyes skimming the letters on the cardstock and fingers quick to save the number in your phone.

Armin Arlert, Tutoring Services, XX university, (#).

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. 

-

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.♡ྀི

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Strobe lights flashed through the cramped, crowded dance floor as music blared through the cheap speakers sitting on a makeshift DJ booth. Everything you saw was washed in a mixture of blue, purple and white flashing lights. You felt good- really good. A light buzz coursing through your veins with the beat of the music, you couldn’t help yourself from swaying and smiling along with your friends.

It had taken a little convincing, but as a reward for acing your finals for the semester you and your friends had decided to go to one of the more underground rave clubs near your university. You slipped on your skimpiest dress and heels, styled your hair and makeup to perfection, and confidently arrived at the club ready to dance away the stress of the last semester. You wouldn’t have made it through that anatomy lab without your lab partner, Armin, giving you those private tutoring sessions. You’d have to remember to thank him later.

As the music dipped and swelled, the beat carried your body, making you feel as if you were floating. The alcohol might have had something to do with it, but damn did it feel nice to truly let go for a night. As you gazed across the dim, crowded room, you thought you spotted a flash of familiar blonde hair. However, by the time you glanced over again, it was gone. You hummed to yourself for a moment before shrugging and going back to the music.

Suddenly you felt a pair of hands ghost over your waist, gently guiding your movements. You turned around with an exasperated expression, expecting to see one of your friends. Your eyes widened as you realized it was not in fact one of them.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” The man smirked, raising his eyebrow slightly. He seemed familiar, but definitely not someone you’d fraternized with much.

You gave him a mildly disgusted look, hoping to deter him from continuing his pursuit. To your dismay, he continued anyway.

“Name’s Eren. I feel like I’ve seen you around before, do you go to school here?” He fixed his thick, dark hair under his frat baseball cap, clearly trying to show off his arms in the dim light.

Eren… Eren, Armin’s friend? You stood there puzzled for a moment trying to figure out how these two could possibly get along before realizing that he was still waiting for an answer. Sighing, you decided to oblige.

“Yeah, I do.” You replied curtly, turning back to your friends and the music.

You heard him chuckle behind you, and after a moment a gentle tug on your shoulder.

“Hey, come on now, let me at least buy you a drink.” He smiled again, pulling at the collar of his already-torn t-shirt. You sighed and considered for a moment.

“Alright.” You had to admit he was attractive, even if he was a frat boy. Maybe a little fun wouldn’t be so bad, as a treat.

You follow him through the thick crowd of people, his hand on your waist guiding you through. You smirk to yourself a little at the confident gesture, but decide not to mention it. When you make it to the bar, he glances over at you expectantly.

“Gin and tonic.” You said, flashing a small, sweet smile. He nodded and waved over the bartender as you looked around at the dancing crowd. For a moment you think you see a blonde out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked again, it had disappeared. You shook your head slightly before turning back to face the bar, Eren’s hand outstretched with your drink.

You took it gratefully and began sipping as you made small talk with Eren. To your surprise, he actually seemed quite passionate about politics. You talked with him for a while, or rather, listened to his strong opinions for a while before his phone started buzzing in his pocket.

He glanced down and sighed, offering an apologetic look.

“Sorry, it’s my buddy. He might be looking for me.” He put the phone up to his ear and turned away, and you thought you saw a familiar name on the screen for a moment. You shrugged to yourself, going back to people watching.

Suddenly there was a hard tug on the side of your dress, and before you knew what was happening you were being whisked away from the bar.

“Wait- hey!” You exclaimed before glancing up and seeing very familiar blonde hair and glasses. “Armin?”

He glanced down at you and nodded as he continued guiding you away from the bar, his phone against his ear.

“Yeah man, I’ll keep an eye out- Yeah, yeah. Later.” He quickly ended the call as he stopped by the back corner of the club, his arm still around your waist. He looked back down at you, his expression almost… annoyed?

“Armin, what are you doing here? Why did you just-“ You started, pausing as you noticed his expression shift.

“My friends dragged me out here. I don’t mind the crowd or noise so much, though. It’s kinda fun people watching.” He raised his eyebrow slightly, glancing between you and the bar. “So, who was that?”

You shifted slightly, shrugging. You glanced back at the bar as well, spotting a confused Eren glancing around looking for you. You turned back to Armin, slightly annoyed.

“Some guy named Eren, he bought me a drink and you just swooped in and-“

That face again, why did he keep making that face? There was something in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“I needed to talk to you, I figured Eren could wait.”

You furrowed your brows, crossing your arms over your chest. You noticed his gaze drop for a moment as you did that, but you decided to let it slide for now.

“Isn’t he one of your buddies?” You pressed, and he shrugged.

“Yeah. I called him just now so he’d finally take his eyes off you for a second.”

Your eyes widened as you thought back to Armin being on the phone when he grabbed you.

“That was you?”

He seemed slightly sheepish now, his cheeks flushed from the heat (and probably a few drinks, judging by his demeanor). He nodded, his gaze dropping to your waist as he pulled you closer again.

“You don’t need guys like him swarming you, trust me.” He murmured against your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. “I’ve never seen you in this outfit before…” He trailed off, his eyes glued to your dress.

You felt your cheeks flush under his heavy gaze, the room suddenly feeling much warmer. You were acutely aware of his steady arm around your body, his chest rising and falling against your arm as he stood pressed against you.

“Why do you get to decide that?” You pressed further, looking back up to meet his gaze. Not that you particularly cared for Eren, more out of curiosity about Armin’s true motives.

He groaned and buried his face against your neck, taking you by surprise. You pushed him back slightly, just enough to look at his face again.

“Hey, are you that drunk already?” You laughed slightly, and he shook his head with a sheepish grin.

“No, you just smell really good.” He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder, and you sighed. When you glanced over, you realized why he was suddenly being so clingy.

Eren had glanced over to the two of you, clearly noticing the situation and disappearing back into the crowd of people. You sighed and smiled to yourself.

“He’s gone.” You poked his side lightly. He chuckled and looked back up at you.

“About time.” He muttered, nipping gently at your ear.

Your eyes widened again as you blushed and pushed him back again.

“Armin, what’s gotten into you?” You said playfully, intrigued by his sudden change of character. While you had gotten to know him quite a bit through your private “tutoring” sessions, you had never pegged him as the jealous type.

He shrugged again, pulling slightly at your short dress.

“You’re the one who came out looking like this…” He trailed off, rubbing the fabric through his fingers.

You shivered at his touch, your pulse quickening.

“Are you saying it like it’s a good thing or a bad thing?” You questioned, smirking slightly.

He laughed and smiled, looking up at you with a hunger that left you breathless.

“A good thing, a very good thing.” He paused for a moment before adding, “For me.”

He leaned in, nipping at your ear again before trailing down to your neck. You shivered, your arms moving to rest over his shoulders.

“Hey- there are so many people around-“ You protested lightly.

“So?” He muttered against your neck, almost growling.

You sighed and pushed him back slightly again.

“I’m not a trophy to display.” You added somewhat sternly, and he quietly considered for a moment.

Suddenly you felt him pulling you away again, towards the dark hallway lined with bathrooms and some kind of storage closet labeled “Employees Only.” He quickly slid past the door, completely ignoring the sign as he pulled you inside.

Before you had time to process, his hands were on you, his lips glued to your neck. You let out a soft sound, only fueling his growing hunger.

“I need you, please.” He murmured between hot kisses down your neck, his hands wandering up your thighs and under your dress.

You moaned breathlessly, nodding. “Y-yeah, keep going.”

Between his sudden possessiveness, the needy touches, and probably a little alcohol, you realized that your panties had become soaked. Armin quickly realized this as well, his fingers tracing over the damp fabric. He groaned against your neck, sending shivers across your skin.

“Mmm, already wet for me? In public too… So naughty.” He breathed against your skin, causing even more heat to pool in your core.

“It’s not- mmm- my fault.” You managed to stutter as he began softly stroking over your panties, your core throbbing with need.

You felt him smile against your neck as he slipped a finger under your panties, gliding through your slick as he moaned.

“God, you’re so perfect…” He softly bit into your shoulder, causing you to gasp and moan.

“Armin-“ You shivered as his finger glided over your needy bundle of nerves, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

He groaned, rubbing tight circles over your clit as your legs began to tremble.

“Mhmm, say my name again.” His voice was dangerously low, his other hand moving to grip your ass as he continued pleasuring you.

You gasped, your head falling back against the wall behind you as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck, Armin…” You moaned, trying desperately to keep your voice down. Despite how quickly your mind was becoming foggy from pleasure, you knew you didn’t want to get caught in this closet.

“You remember the reproductive unit in our anatomy lab? How there’s more than one way to stimulate the clitoris…” He trailed off as his fingers slipped into you, curling up and applying pressure against your sweet spot.

You blinked, seeing stars as he began pumping his fingers inside you, never letting up on the steady pressure.

“Oh fuck- oh god-“ You stuttered and moaned, your legs shaking as you leaned more heavily against the wall behind you.

“Good, good, just like that.” He murmured against your neck, breathing in your scent as you trembled against him.

Tension coiled in your stomach as he rapidly pushed you closer to the edge, your mind completely consumed by the sensation of his fingers inside of you.

“P-please, please I’m so close.” You whimper, holding tightly onto him.

He chuckled softly and nipped your ear, murmuring, “Come now, come all over my fingers for me.”

You gasped, his words sending you careening over the edge into bliss. He continued pumping his fingers through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure before quickly spinning you around to face the wall.

Still in a daze from the pleasure, you brace yourself against the wall as you glance back at him.

“Armin?” You questioned softly, watching as he swiftly unbuttoned his pants and revealed his hard, aching cock.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sight, drinking in the needy expression on his face as he slowly stroked himself while looking at your disheveled state.

“You’re so fucking hot…” He muttered, barely audible against the muffled music and voices outside.

He stepped closer, his pupils blown out as he looked up at your gaze, a quiet plea in his eyes. You quickly nodded, slipping out of your panties and bending over slightly, presenting yourself to him.

He groaned and quickly closed the distance between you, his hands grabbing your ass and hips, grinding desperately against you.

“Nnngh- please, please, I need your sweet little pussy…” He whined against your ear, pulling your hips back against his body.

You quickly nodded, moaning softly. “Y-yeah, take it-“

He wasted no time, sliding the head of his dick through your folds, teasing you for a moment before pushing inside. You gasped, your breath getting caught in your throat as you felt him slowly fill you, inch by inch.

He groaned as he bottomed out inside you, giving you a moment to adjust before starting a maddeningly slow pace. You whined and squirmed against him, desperate for more.

“P-please, faster…” You stuttered, eliciting a dark laugh from him as his grip tightened on your hips.

“Nngh- be patient.” He moaned, steadily increasing his rhythm.

Suddenly you heard a phone buzzing, startling both of you. Armin paused for a moment, pulling out his phone and scowling. You managed to see the name on the screen before he declined the call and tossed his phone back in his pocket.

“Eren? Think he’s looking for you?” You said with a small grin on your face.

He narrowed his eyes at you, holding your gaze as he suddenly slammed into you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, bracing yourself against the wall.

He continued the brutal pace, pulling out and thrusting back into you with enough force to cause your thighs and ass to slap against his body. Each stroke hit your g-spot perfectly, causing your legs to tremble once again as you felt a familiar tension coiling in your stomach.

“Mmm- Armin, oh my god…” You moaned, earning a curt slap on the ass.

“Yeah? Say it again, who’s making you feel this good?” He growled into your ear as he snaked his hand around, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck- Armin!” You gasped, your legs barely holding you up as pleasure coursed through you, the heat and overstimulation becoming almost unbearable.

You heard the faint sound of someone calling out a name outside the door. Through your pleasure-addled brain fog, you caught what sounded like Eren’s voice calling for Armin. The sound seemed to set Armin off even more, and you felt his hand make contact on your ass again.

“Again. Louder.” He breathed against your ear, leaning in to suck and bite on your neck.

You shivered at his possessive tone, moaning as he nibbled your skin.

“Armin, please!” You cried out, your walls fluttering and clenching around him as you rapidly approached your second climax.

He groaned and smiled against your neck, never letting up on his brutal pace.

“Good girl. Go on, come for me. Let me hear you.”

You whined and gasped, moaning his name over and over as you came hard around his throbbing cock. He groaned, thrusting a few more times before his hips stuttered to a stop, spilling inside you.

You both panted heavily, leaning against the wall for support as you caught your breath. After a moment he slowly pulled out, a cocky smile plastered across his face as he fixed his pants and glanced up at you.

You blushed as he drank in the sight of you, ruined and breathless against the wall. He stepped forward again, turning you around to face him and capturing your lips in a hot, passionate kiss. You felt his tongue piercing as he entered your mouth, sending a shiver through your body.

The sound of Armin’s phone buzzing cut through the heat of the moment, and he groaned into the kiss. He finally pulled back, pulling his phone out and answering the call with an exasperated tone.

“What? Yeah, I’ll come find you. Okay, yeah, by the bar. Heading over.” He ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket before turning his attention back to you.

“Eren. Apparently he thought I disappeared.” He said as he started fixing your dress and hair, helping you slip back into your panties.

You laughed and smiled up at him. “Well, you kinda did.”

He shrugged and smiled back. “Yeah. Hey… Come by my place tonight. Once your friends go home.”

He looked up at you sincerely, his ocean eyes searching yours.

“Thinking about round two already?” You grinned, poking his shoulder.

He laughed and shrugged as he reached up to fix his hair. “Maybe. That, and treating you to a nice breakfast.”

You smiled and nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll text you.”

He kissed you again, holding you for a moment before sighing and opening the door.

“Don’t be too long.” He flashed a quick smile as he turned to head out of the closet.

“this is an all-time low. even for you.”

pakkun’s tone held the stern disappointment of a father reprimanding its child. kakashi was a grown man in his early twenties.

“i don’t know what you mean,” the ninja shrugged, his non-chalant exterior working hard not to betray his inner turmoil.

“you’re not asking me to spy on y/n’s conversation?”

okay maybe he was asking that. it was not his fault you were leaning against the bar’s wall, outside, a glass in hand and raidō at your side, laughing far too much at his jokes. raidō was not that funny of a guy.

to witness this proximity made the inside of his stomach twist with something inconfortable and… undeniably green. and maybe the few beers he’d downed were starting to nibble at his common sense. because why else would he summon pakkun at this ungodly hour of the night in the middle of konoha’s safe streets?

“no, i just thought you might want to say hi.”

kakashi knew he was being childish. pakkun’s eyes narrowed. he knew too.

“her pets are good, but not that good,” the dog’s voice was flat. “say kakashi, do you like this female?”

the man ignored the way his face heated with the question – or the answers he was struggling to form.

a long sigh. “i don’t know how i feel. will you… just help me?”

pakkun looked up at him unimpressed. “i already have my answer anyway. you’ve never been discreet when you were teammates either.”

with a sassy turn, the dog trotted in your direction, grumbling some things about his owner being pathetic.

yea, kakashi was never going to live this down. but for all he knew, that was worth it. the second you spotted the furry creature you loved so wholeheartedly, you shrieked and abandoned raidō immediately to rush over to pakkun.

the copy ninja watched with a little too much satisfaction as you picked the dog up, twirling him around before covering his head in smooches.

he didn’t know what excuse his little furry friend came up with, but you nodded, waved at raidō, and then walked in kakashi’s direction. your head was lowered to talk with the dog you still held in your arms. ah, pakkun could pretend all he wanted, he loved your attention.

“my poor boy,” the man heard as you grew closer. “he really got you doing all that? with no treats? that’s not a way to behave at all!”

oh no. pakkun was definetly using your affection for him to turn the situation around.

but your former teammate didn’t have time to worry – when you spotted him, leaning against a wall in the twilight, your face lit up with a bright grin and his heart skipped a beat.

“kakashi!” you called, the excitement in your voice clouding his thoughts.

he didn’t trust his voice, so instead he took a few steps in your direction.

there was no hesitation when your wrapped one arm around his neck in a hug, the other arm still tightly secured around his dog.

his body stiffened – physical contact was never something most people indulged with him. but soon enough he relaxed in your embrace, your scent invading his senses and making his heart race quicker.

“it’s been a while,” he finally got out, feeling stupid about staying silent for son long.

you took a step back. the smile hadn’t left your lips. pakkun had closed his eyes in content, your fingers returning to pet him softly. if he was a cat, there was no doubt he’d purr under your touch.

“mmmh, we did see each other last week for gai’s birthday,” a teasing glint sparkled in your eyes. “but i get what you mean. it has been a while... so much so that you forget how to treat your dog right!”

a comically deep frown settled between your brows, your expression disapproving. god, you looked even prettier.

“pakkun’s telling me you’ve been overworking him.”

kakashi’s lips twitched. of course he did…

“did he tell you that i spoil him a lot more than i should and now he’s become a self-entitled brat?” the man’s eyes narrowed as he eyed his dog.

he was annoyed enough to have to compete for your attention with raidō, he’d rather not continue doing so with his own ninken. also… he had a feeling he wouldn’t win…

pakkun huffed. “careful kakashi, or i might just reveal your big secret to–“

poof. a white cloud exploded in your arms and you let out a small scream of protest, sending a glare at your former teammate.

“hey! that’s not nice. i didn’t even say goodbye.”

kakashi shrugged in indifference. “he wanted some rest, didn’t he?”

you shoved his shoulder with your own as you started walking away, complaining about him. kakashi followed you, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

“that’s not the way to your house,” he remarked before he realized he shouldn’t remember where your house is – you only showed him once. the rest of the time, it was just him taking a detour as he returned from his anbu missions, passing by your house to catch a glimpse of you.

to his relief, you didn’t mention it. “no. we’re going to buy some well-deserved dog treats. there’s a convenience store open 24/7, they sell his favorite.”

you sent him a pointed look, daring him to protest. he would never – not when this convenience store was conveniently located on the other side of town.

the walk was long – at one point, kakashi casually wrapped his jacket around your shoulders. he could have sworn your ears turned pinker. maybe that was the cold of january. but the way you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled everytime you told a story, the way you understood him when the conversation shifted to more guarded topics he could only ever talk about with you. that made him feel warm in a way even the sunniest summer day could have never.

once the treats were bought – way too much treats, including an entire bag that weighed a ton and that kakashi took from your hands to slung over his shoulder – he walked you back to your house. your arms brushed, your knuckles sometimes collided gently. his heart raced each time.

“i missed this,” he finally admitted when you stood by your apartment’s open door. “missed you,” he corrected.

your features softened with the confession. a sincere smile bloomed on your lips, and he knew the words went straight to your heart from the way your eyes seemed to grow more watery.

“me too.”

this time when you hugged him, both your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and your bodies were flushed against one another. he was certain you could feel his heart threaten to burst out of his chest, but he still melted under your touch. his face nestled against the crook of your neck, and he took a deep inhale, your scent clouding his mind and making his head spin.

“i really do miss you,” you repeated again, voice muffled against his cloth, holding him tighter. “sometimes you seem so… out of reach.”

his muscles tensed under your fingers. he knew. he didn’t know if he did it on purpose or if it was just how things were now.

he didn’t let go when your grip lessened. you chuckled and shifted so that your hands could softly trace patterns in his wild mass of grey hair.

kakashi shuddered.

no wonder pakkun was so fond of you.

he couldn’t tell how much time passed until your bodies finally separated. he just knew he’d never felt more peaceful ever since… everything went down.

maybe isolating himself within the anbu corps was… not his endpoint.

your eyes sparkled when you kissed his cheek to wish him a goodnight. you kept one of the treat bags, telling him he’d “have no other choice than to hang out with you again” if he wanted them.

“oh, that reminds me,” you added just as you were about to close the door. “next time you’re jealous or want to spend time with me… spare pakkun and come get me yourself.”

his eyes widened, but already the door closed and he was left alone in his embarrassment. he swore he heard you giggle inside your appartment.