Ghost Cherry

he feels dirty. taking glances at you in lectures when you’d adjust in your seat, eyeing you for a moment too long before he snaps himself out of it. bending down to grab his papers that he accidentally dropped, so he could accidentally get flashed by the undies up your skirt. helping you with your essay you’d complained about, just to get a peek at the small bit of cleavage that stared at him every time you wrote a sentence down.

and oh so innocent armin doesn’t feel so innocent anymore, when he stands in his dorm room pumping himself to the thought of you. he can still mentally feel the grime of his own consequences on his hands, sticky and unforgiving, when he swears he washed it off.

“ just fuck her, ‘min. what’s the issue ? ”

eren made it sound so easy, like a daily routine. as if getting laid was equivalent to a shower or drinking a glass of water. but what he doesn’t seem to understand is the sweet innocent act doesn’t work like that. only being a prick in college seems to work wonders, being the irony.

but what armin knows best, is if you dont take the risk, you’ll get nothing at all. which leads him here. jeans frat party.

the floors are sticky with beer, and armin can smell the weed blown from peoples mouths into the air. he sticks out like a sore thumb in his white button up, wrinkled to his form. it’s hot, sweaty, and quite frankly gross. but he doesn’t care.

not when he can see you a few feet away from the wall he awkwardly stands near, with a red solo cup, swaying your hips a bit off rhythm, wearing a cute little outfit he’s only seen in his fantasies. and definitely not when you seem to catch his stare.

“—min ? what’re you doing here ? ”

armin gulps as he see’s you getting closer, his nerves suddenly spiking with a foreign feeling he’s unsure of.

“ yknow, figured i’d come and check it out… ”

“ i didn’t take you as a party kind of guy. ”

of course you didn’t. nobody did. you probably didn’t take him as the type of guy to be cumming in his pants to the perverted thoughts he had of you either. you didn’t take him as the type of guy to be getting hard right where he’s standing.

“ well, someone’s gotta take eren back to his dorm… can’t have another incident again. ”

you laugh. your head is tipped back, and armin can see your neck in full view as you squint your eyes. your top is more exposed than he’s used to, and he can’t help but hide his pathetic boner with his hand.

“ you’re cute, armin. ”

yeah, with that sparkle in your eye and his dick throbbing in his pants, he now knows he’s in deep shit.

“ oh, you think ? ”

oh, you know.

you’ve noticed the perverted peeks at your tits, the pink dusted on his cheeks any time you come within 5 feet of him, and the boner he so constantly sports and tries to hide with his veiny hands. you almost found it endearing, how someone with such a high reputation could be thinking things so low in modesty.

you almost didn’t want to believe it when connie and jean had playfully mentioned the fact that armin was so in deep that’d he’d been nutting to your instagram posts, but over the course of time, you’d come to realize it might’ve been something they weren’t joking about. and especially now, with the way his hand is cupped on the crotch of his jeans, you know they were being for real. armin, who held doors for old women and had the best grades in his chemistry major, was having sexual fantasies about you. but you couldn’t sit here and lie saying you weren’t interested. you couldn’t say you hadn’t thought of it too.

“ wanna get out of here ? ”

so here you are, grabbing armins hand without a second thought, leading him to an empty room. ducking past flailing hands and drunken slurs of men, up the stairs and into the cleanest fraternity room you could find, locking the door behind you.

armin is breathing heavily, hand still cusped on top of his dick that does so poorly to hide the print in his jeans. you get closer, until the distance between you is almost closed, and look at him to make sure your intuition is correct, as if it wasn’t clear as day already. his eyes are darting away, then back at you, down your body with a quick scan, and away again. you get even closer, your chest touching his, feeling his heartbeat quicken underneath his wrinkled shirt and his breath huffing in nervousness. you’re feeling bold, for once, so why not take advantage of that ?

“ heard you have a thing for me. s’ it true ? ”

you feel him still, knowing he’d been caught red handed, before he mutters underneath the labored breath of your close proximity.

“ mhm, it’s true… ”

and with that small, sweet confirmation from the supposed perverted gentleman that stands before you, your confidence spikes as you look at him with seduction filled irises and a newfound burning that churns in your abdomen.

“ you know armin, if you wanted to… feel me, all you had to do was ask. ”

and he doesn’t waste another second.

your lips connect with a messy clash of teeth, long fingers stuck behind your head to lock you onto his mouth. he moans, right into your throat like he’s been starved of you for much too long. he has, you reckon. it’s a mix of hot breath and yearning, his longing for a taste of you apparent in the way his tongue delves throughout your mouth and coats it in his spit.

“ i really would’ve— asked a long time ago, shit. ” and oh, the pleasure of hearing armin arlert curse while he sucks your face is one incomparable.

his hands that are on you, hot and searing and impatient, are pawing at you like a lifeline. grasping at any skin thats left uncovered, groping your chest through your shirt. each touch leads you backwards, until you’re losing balance at the foot of the bed, falling into linen sheets and weight flattened comforters.

he’s on top of you, inching lower, and lower still. eager hands that slip your pants of, your pink panties soaked through the fabric. armin wants to drool at that, being so close to something he’s wanted for so long, that he just has to get a taste of it. leaning down toward your pussy, licking a stripe up the crotch line like he’s ever done this before. he moans at the taste that coats his tongue, and that judging by your wet cunt, you were just as wanting as him.

“ tastes good. more, please ? ”

and who are you to say no to a begging man, who looks so damn pleased to have his head between your legs.

with a nod of your head, armin is sliding your panties off in a hurried favor, wasting no time to dig his nose into your clit and slobber like a damn near dog on your folds.

licking like there’s no tomorrow, sloppy and unmannered like a man starved. he’s whimpering straight into your pussy like a virgin, and you wouldn’t doubt he probably is. but god, does it feel damn good.

“ fuck— ‘min ! ”

he doesn’t bare mind, only moving his mouth up to encase your clit and suck. his eyes are closed like he’s in pure bliss, hands fondling your thighs and gripping them so hard they’d be bruised the next morning.

armin, who couldn’t be pulled off of you even if he had a harness strapped to him right now, feels like his cock might explode. the friction in his jeans is rubbing against him with every inch he moves, softly grinding himself on the bed while he drinks your pussy like water. he takes it a step further, nibbling on the ball of your clit like eren had talked about, “ makes em’ go crazy ” or something along those lines. he wanted to act like he wasn’t listening half the time, but in truth, he would take anything he could get to imagine himself doing to you later. but he’s not imagining it anymore, because your hands are suddenly flying to his hair and tugging hard.

“ fuuuuck— that’s good ! that feels so fucking good— ”

you can feel yourself right on the edge, tummy bubbling with heat and a need to cum. and then with one last suck to your clit, and a desperate whimper of armin so slurringly asking between the lips of your pussy,

“ cum on m’ face, baby, please. ”

yours and his wish combined are granted. white hot heat and trembling, your orgasm washes over you like a crashing wave. nimble but strong hands keep you planted to the mattress with a need to please, and you hardly realize through your blurred mind that he has no intention of stopping.

armin is too immersed in your pussy and the sounds of your moans to stop sloppily sucking through your folds, even after you’ve already cum. he’s desperate for more, pleading with you, sucking harsher and faster. strands of his blonde hair move swiftly in front of his eyes wish the brash motions of his head, before it’s being pushed out of the way by your harsh tugs to his scalp in pure ecstasy.

you can feel another orgasm coming toward you, this time much quicker than before, along with a rather unfamiliar feeling that threatens to spill if he doesn’t stop his minstrations.

“ ‘min— wait, hold on ! feels weird— fuck ! ”

armin doesn’t stop. he’s practically ignoring you, if anything being more encouraged by the wet sounds of your cunt and the tremors he can feel from the thighs he has a hold on. and he’s so close, so fucking close to—

and with a final suck, the pleasure that overtakes you comes in waves, soaking the chin of armins face and the sheets below. throwing your head back, eyes rolling so far into the back of your skull that it almost stings, with slurs of his name falling off the tip of your tongue. it’s so much, and so wet, that armin feels himself twitch in his pants along with the twinge that his scalp feels at your tugging. armin’s moaning and groaning into your lips, licking every last drop he could possibly salvage.

coming down from the heat, the room youre in smells like sex and sweat. your heavy breathing slows, looking below at the pathetic look on armins face. he’s blushing, embarrassed even, sitting on his knees like he could bow to say a prayer at any moment. you don’t fail to notice the dark splotch on the crotch of his pants, pitiful and sticky with premature cum that happened without even touching himself.

“ can you do that for me again, angel ? ”