#nerdmin

a/n : hiii guys as u can see i've def fallen back into my old anime era hehe, i rlly hope u enjoy, if u do pls lmk in the comments! i also posted this on a new ao3 acc i made, my user is p0lkadotted if u want to support me and my future works on there :) anyway, happy belated bday to my angel armin, mwah !

A pair of intrigued blue eyes had been tracking your every movement since you entered the party, immediately curious to know more about you. His intrigue was instant; the second you breached the entrance with your sorority, your face was the only one that stuck out from the crowd.

He was able to see the reflective glint of your pledge button pinned to your costume as you entered, his sense of intrigue only heightening.

New meat.

There were a couple other girls with the same button clipped to their costumes, but Armin didn’t care. No, he was only interested in you and knew his target was locked. 

He watched with an endearing but patronizing gaze as this new pretty little pledge attempted to veil her nervousness from being in a seemingly new setting, behind the facade of confidence.

He watched you strut across the congested living room filled from wall to wall with drunk 20 something year olds, attempting to hold your head up high when he could sense that all you wanted was to disappear.

“You ever actually gonna go up to her or are you just gonna stare at her all night?” Eren asked, breaking Armin out of focus by ducking down slightly to reach his ear, one finger plugging his own while his available arm slung loosely around Mikasa’s waist.

Armin glanced over at Eren with a knowing look, a self assured smile faintly crossing his lips, responding over the blasting music.

“I have a plan.” He replied with a shrug, sipping from his vodka and sprite. 

“You shouldn’t have to formulate a plan for something so simple, Armin. Just go up to her.” Mikasa added, slightly curling her hand around the side of her mouth, raising her voice above the loud collective drone of people surrounding the area.

Armin sighed, finishing the last of his drink, pushing the empty cup into Eren’s chest, sparing his two friends a smug, sideways glance before he spoke.

“I have a plan.” He repeated, cockier this time. His eyes found your figure once more, and knew the plan in question was already going into effect. He left his friends without another word, weaving his way through the sweaty mass of people, and heading directly over to you.

He had bided his time and waited until you were inevitably left on your own, abandoned by your sorority sisters, leaving you available for him to approach.

“Hi,” He called out, pulling your attention over to him. You turned around, a small smile spreading over your face when your eyes adjusted amidst the dark space and onto the person before you.

The only beacon of light within the stuffed frat house were the streaming violet and blue flood lights, its deep saturation illuminating the nameless stranger’s face, aiding you in making out his features. 

He’s cute. 

He gathered you didn’t mind the sight of him, an intrigue of your own sparking in your pretty eyes. Either that or you were relieved to no longer be by yourself at what he assumed was probably your first party here. He didn’t mind if that was the case, he’d let you use him for company all you wanted.

“Hi,” you repeated, shifting your weight onto one foot, your fingers nervously twitching around your cup. He noticed this little detail of course. He noticed everything.

“I’m Armin, I just wanted to say that I like your costume,” he complimented kindly, his gaze dragging over you and admiring the way your costume was nearly painted onto your body.

You were a deer, how fitting. You grinned, taking his compliment purely, glancing down at it before flickering back over to him, your eyes flitting over his costume. You introduced yourself, pausing for a beat, mustering some bravery to compliment him back before responding.

“Thank you! I-I like yours too! Cloud right? From Final Fantasy?” He raised a brow, nodding in confirmation, a mix of awe and adoration striking his chest. “Thank you! Do you play?” he asked, hoping you would say yes. When you confirmed that you indeed played, he nearly felt his knees buckle in on him.

“That’s cool,” He smiled, pretending that this little piece of information about you didn’t make his cock twitch.

“I just got the Final Fantasy remastered pixel series, maybe one day you can come over to my dorm and we can game together?” He offered with a slight welcoming nudge of his shoulder and a tempting smile, testing the waters with a bit more eagerness than he originally planned.

Initially, he was supposed to slowly turn up the heat little by little before you even realized you were burning at all. 

But he couldn’t help himself, at the end of the day he was just a dork who got hard at the drop of a hat whenever a pretty girl shared his interests. 

Despite the fact that his forwardness went a little over your head, it still left you a little flustered, left your heart thudding that much harder and for words to suddenly be a little harder to piece together. But overall it didn’t put you off. Not in the slightest.

So far so good.

“I’d like that,” you beamed with an air of gentleness, and Armin felt confidence balloon in his chest at how well things were going with you.

“Y’know I almost wasn’t even going to be Cloud, I was originally going to be Link but, my friend Eren said it’d be too dorky so, this was my next best option.” He laughed, rolling his eyes at the memory. You gasped in mild shock, furrowing your brows with a tilt of your head. 

“Legend of Zelda is sick, your friend must not have taste,” you chided, feigning disdain towards the newly mentioned Eren. And Armin would have been lying through his teeth if he said your little display and shared love for Legend of Zelda didn’t make him want to bend you over right there and stuff you full of him. 

Before he could respond, you continued on. “I mean, your Cloud is still amazing, but you would’ve made for a perfect Link,” You sighed with faux disappointment, your eyes dragging over him once more. “Do you always do what your friends tell you to?” you hummed wryly, a small mischievous curl in the corner of your lips.

Oh?

Armin enjoyed receiving a little ribbing from you, relishing in how cute you are when you tease. He wondered how far that trait of yours went.

He chuckled, pursing his lips with a slow nod, taking that little playful hit of yours while his tongue poked his inner cheek. He made it a point to let his eyes linger over your pledge button before shifting back to yours, knowing full well what both fraternities and sororities alike, put their pledges through. 

“You really wanna talk about letting people tell you what to do?” He pushed back, folding his arms over his chest loosely, challenging you right back. He didn’t miss the way you watched his arms flex slightly from the casual movement, having suddenly felt immense gratitude that he had been letting Eren drag him along to the gym with him every weekend. 

You nearly conceded in that moment, a faint smile of defeat spreading across your lips as you looked away, taking a swig from your cup. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you waved him off, huffing with pretend annoyance. He exhaled humorously, enjoying this back and forth with you. 

“So are you telling me that you don’t belong to this frat?” You questioned with faux suspiciousness, narrowing your eyes at him in a way he found devastatingly cute. He snorted, shaking his head an affirmative ‘no.’

“Oh God no, my major and extracurriculars are too demanding and time consuming to get involved with something like a frat.” You tilted your head, a soft hum of wonder leaving past your lips at his answer.

“Oh? And what’s takin’ up all your time then?” You asked, having felt more and more drawn into him the longer you were with him, much to Armin’s glee. 

“I’m a comp-sci major and I’m on the swim team.” He answered and immediately your mind flashed with very self indulgent images of him shirtless and in tight swim trunks, diving into the pool on campus.

Dear God you definitely had to go to one of his meets.

“You sound like a busy guy,” you responded, peering at him from behind the rim of your cup, taking another sip to hide the fact you were a little too excited upon finding out this morsel of information.

“How’d you manage to find the time to come to a party?” He exhaled humorously at your question, pursing his lips through a small smile, a slight shrug dropping in his shoulders.

“The same friend who convinced me to not be Link dragged me here.” He sighed with a light chuckle, shaking his head until the tail-end of his laugh cut short, pretending as if he just suddenly realized something. 

He glanced around you, feigning a slightly concerned confusion at your lack of company. “Speaking of friends, where’re your sorority sisters? Or did you come by yourself?” he asked, knowing full well that you had arrived with them. You huffed like a kicked puppy, shaking your head with a dejected little ‘no’ like he knew you would.

“No, we came together but, one by one they all kinda ditched me here. Well, save for my friend Sasha, I think she actually just got lost in the crowd,” you explained, and Armin nodded, listening intently, pretending to be saddened for you when in reality, your string of bad luck was disguised as his good fortune. 

He clicked his tongue, a glint of metal in the center of his tongue catching your eye. You went still for a moment, the sight caused a low stir in the pit of your belly and a little thrum in your clit, your mind immediately jumping to the obscene.

You slowly snapped out of it when he shook his head with an insincere commiseration, reminding you that then was not the time to be fantasizing about his face between your thighs while he was literally standing in front of you. 

“That’s a shame, would’ve figured that they’d know better than to leave a new pledge here by herself.” He tch’d with an artificial breath of disappointment towards your sorority sisters. Your back went somewhat straight at that, eyes flickering across his face as if an explanation would be written in his features.

“Wh..Why do you say that?” you asked, sounding more meek than you intended. “They didn’t tell you?” He questioned, leaning a little closer now, fake sympathy that you took as genuine etched across his downcast gaze. You shook your head, hanging off of his words with nervous anticipation.

“No, why? Is there something that’s gonna happen?” You questioned anxiously, your eyes darting around as if a threat will make itself known suddenly. He had to hold back a humorous exhale at your cautiousness, forcing himself to stick with his story. 

“Well, yes and no. Some of the frat guys like to pick off the new pledge girls, they pretend it isn’t the case but they present them with two options, hook up or get hazed.” He explained, watching you grimace with disgust and shock, a visible look of betrayal flashing through your eyes at the notion that your so-called sisters would not only leave you in an environment like this, but let alone bring you to one.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” you breathed out, shaking your head, full of disdain at the information.

“Unfortunately,” he nodded, his voice carrying an air of feigned disappointment towards the made up story he fed you. “I hope the other girls are okay…” You trailed off, peeking behind him to try and find some of the other girls you pledged with. 

He stiffened, gently moving in front of your wandering eyes, his hands coming up to soothingly squeeze your arms. “I’m sure they’ll be okay, my friend that I mentioned earlier and a couple of our other friends usually keep a good eye out during these things. I’m confident if anyone tries anything, they’ll make sure that it doesn’t come to fruition.” He reassured you, his hands were warm on your skin, lulling you back down to earth with him. Your diligent, searching eyes fell back to him, exhaling a low sigh under your breath. 

“Okay…” you trailed off quietly, your brows drawing together in a way that read as both sweet and pathetic, your eyes flickering between his with a silent plea before you even spoke. You didn’t need to at that point, Armin already knew that he had you hook line and sinker.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated but…if you don’t mind… would you stay with me tonight? U-Until I can find at least one of my sisters here, then I can maybe look for more of us with her and be out of your hair.” 

Oh you made this so easy. Poor thing, he almost felt bad. Almost. He shook his head gently, shushing you with lightheartedness and dismissing your guilt of being a burden with ease.

“Be in my hair, it’s okay. I don’t mind at all.” He chuckled softly, running his hands up and down your arms comfortingly. You smiled, exhaling a breath of relief at his reassurance, putting more trust into him than you should. 

“Do you wanna go upstairs for a bit? Just to get away from all the mess down here?” He murmured, his tone as delicate and dulcet in your ear as he could make it amidst the ear-ringingly loud music. His lips brushed against your hair as he leaned down, his cologne wafting around you from how close he was.

Sea breeze and a hint of eucalyptus, paired with the faint scent of alcohol and mint on his breath; you assumed the mint was to cover the slight smell of cigarettes you caught too. 

Almost hazily, you agreed, too lost in his honeyed words and his intoxicating air to consider why that might not be a good idea. He didn’t wait for you to think twice about it, taking your hand in his and guiding you through the ocean of people in your path.

He trailed behind you up the staircase, a hand politely and protectively at the small of your back, glancing back down at the party and laughing to himself when he sees Eren gawking at him leading you upstairs. 

Eren’s finger motioned between the two of you, surprised that his best friend actually managed to go through with what he figured to be a ridiculous and overly-thought out plan. Armin shrugged smugly, his eyes flitting up at you, ensuring your gaze was still pointed up the steps before he looked back down at Eren.

He made a jerking motion towards his mouth, poking his tongue into his cheek with every flick of his wrist, a smirk curled in the corner of his lips. Providing a visual as to what he assumed would occur later in the night with you.

Eren rolled his eyes, grimacing half heartedly at his friend’s lewdness. Armin flipped him off, brimming with cockiness, then turned back to you, tilting his head and letting you climb the steps a little further than him. He managed to catch a peek at your white panties under your short skirt, admiring the view before picking up the pace and following close behind you. 

Once you made it upstairs he took your hand once more, pushing past the people in your way with ease, the upper level carrying far less people than it held downstairs. You had followed his lead, letting him guide you past the hallway, while you stood idly behind him, watching as he pushed open a couple doors until he landed on a room that was the least filthiest. He ushered you inside and shut the door with his heel once you were both in.

You wandered into a stranger’s bedroom, unaware of the watchful stare behind you. He drank in every little move you made, the way you carried yourself, the way you wavered about nervously, like the reality of his intentions all along might’ve been finally surfacing your mind. 

But when you turned around, and smiled a real smile at him, he concluded you hadn’t yet, and he was still in the clear. Your willingness and overall trust for him prompted a somewhat arrogant thought in his mind.

Someone’s got a crush.

He concluded internally, stepping towards you while returning your grin with one of his own. It wasn’t like he minded, far from it. He liked you too, in his own…unique way.

If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble to get you alone. He wouldn’t have sent distractions to pluck off your sorority sisters one by one, he wouldn’t have enlisted Connie to (unknowingly) separate Sasha from your side, and he wouldn’t have come up with that story about the ‘hook up or haze’ thing with the frat guys.

Well, to be fair, he did truly find most of the frat guys downstairs to be complete sleeze-bags, save for Eren and Reiner. And he supposes Connie… but Connie isn’t even in the frat. The point is, most of the guys downstairs are assholes.

But he’s not!

His lie very well could’ve been the truth. In all honesty, he wouldn’t put it past those guys to do something like that. So really, he was protecting you from a very real, very possible danger. At the end of the day, there couldn’t be a safer guy to be around than him. 

You plopped onto the edge of the bed, kicking off your heels that you’d been dying to take off all night, watching as Armin joined you, the bed dipping beneath him as he sat. Your thighs were flush together, prompting you to pretend that the feeling of his thigh pressed to yours and the warmth that came with it didn’t make your chest get tight and stomach flutter.

His proximity to you alone expelled the type of heat across your cheeks that only ever comes with the rush of jitters from being around someone new and exciting.

“Thank you for staying with me, I know the last thing most people would want is to babysit a freshman,” you said, turning slightly to look at Armin, your voice as soft as the air between you both. He shook his head, reaching down to squeeze your knee, taking note as to how your leg twitched to be closer to his, fighting back the urge to let his smug smile grow. 

“Stop apologizing,” he hushed you, his hand slipping away from your knee and letting your skin grow cold without his touch, wanting you to subconsciously start seeking it out on your own. “I’m not babysitting you, I like talking with you.” He promised, and his words were actually truthful, he did enjoy talking to you, and he didn’t feel like he was babysitting you. No he plotted on you, but that was the part that didn’t need to be said aloud. 

You glanced down, too flustered to maintain eye contact. Instead opting for looking at your dangling sock covered feet, the lace frills around your ankles shimmering from the moonlight that was peeking in.

“I like talking to you too,” you admitted like a schoolgirl confessing to her crush, and Armin grinned, his head tilting to the side while he looked down at your lack of a reciprocated stare.

“Yeah?” he murmured amusedly, his palms splayed behind him, leaning back slightly on the bed. You finally hulled your eyes back up to his, your breath halting in your throat at the way he’s laid out beside you.

He didn’t look like the other guys who’ve attempted the ‘casually sexy’ seduction route with you – no, Armin was actually just hot, all without trying. It made you nervous, and he loved it, loved how you were responsive to just about everything he did.

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling and dragging your stare away from his fit and toned midriff and back up to his eyes. He caught the look in your eyes, caught the way you checked him out and how you quickly tried snapping out of it, and it made his cock stir in his pants, impatience beginning to impede into his veins.

Despite that, he knew he had to continue following the rules of operation. 

“By the way, I never asked you, what’s your major?” He asked, nudging your knee with his. You sighed, a small guilty smile spreading across your face. “I’m still undecided,” you winced slightly, as if you’re worried he’ll judge you for not having decided yet. He shrugged simply, pulling himself forward and towards you again, his knee still pressed to yours, and you found yourself hoping he didn’t move away.

“That’s okay, you still have time. It’s better to take your time figuring out what you want to devote all your time to rather than having to switch. My friend Connie switched four times, and still isn’t satisfied.” He laughed softly, trying to take the importance off of your decision so that it seemed less intimidating.

Reassuring you came so easy to him, and he meant all of the kind words he said and all it did was make you melt further into the palms of his hands. You just weren’t aware of the lies, but you didn’t need to be, they were simply a necessary evil you’d come to appreciate in time. That is, if you ever found out. And he doesn’t plan for you to.

“Yeah, you’re right, I think I’m just so scared of picking wrong that I can’t commit to one,” you explained, shoulders slumped with stress. He brought his hand behind your back, gently circling over your skin with his large palm, breathing life into your flesh, nearly tinging you from the contact. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon, you’re a smart girl.” He added assuringly, and you tried your hardest to not suck in a sharp breath at his gentle praise, your lower tummy stirring with something akin to want. You turned to look back at him, your eyes falling to his parted lips, feeling way more distracted than you should have been.

“Did um…” you pointed shyly at your own mouth, motioning towards your tongue. “Did that hurt?” He felt nearly triumphant at your question, gauging an idea as to where your thoughts were due to the sheepish way you asked. He stuck out his tongue, leaning a little closer to you and letting you get a better look at it before withdrawing it back into his mouth to speak, much to your dismay.

“It wasn’t so bad, about the equivalent to a papercut,” He explained, watching your eyes widen with awe. “Wow, you must have a pretty good pain tolerance then,” you murmured, your eyes still trying to catch a peek at the way the metal glints ever so slightly. “Nah, the piercing itself just wasn’t too bad. The healing though?” He exhaled, shaking his head at the memory.

“That was gruesome. Could hardly eat anything besides bland soup, anything remotely spicy would’ve killed me for sure.” He chuckled, taking in your sudden fixation on his piercing, wondering just how long it's been on your mind for. 

“That sucks, I bet it.. it hurt to do a lot while it was healing.” You added, attempting to swallow down the inappropriate feelings that were arising from the seemingly innocent topic. Armin didn’t need that from you though, there were better things he could’ve had you swallow.

For the time being, he just nodded in agreement, pretending like he couldn’t tell that you were dying to hear less about what his piercing prevented him from doing and more about what it could do. What it could do for you. He leaned in a little closer to you, brushing his arm with yours, sensing how these small fleeting touches made you crave more. And whether it was a subconscious or surface level craving, he knew it was there. 

He took note of how you never moved away from his experimental contact and if anything, leaned closer into each one. Your micro expressions and actions aren’t something most people would be able to pick up on, they could easily be imperceptible to just about anyone else. However, Armin wasn't like most people. No, he could read you from a mile away. 

“Yeah, I couldn’t really speak properly without it hurting, even resting it against the roof of my mouth kind of hurt for the first few days.” You frowned, a gentle sympathy pointed towards him, though beneath it held a baseline of curiosity. “Sounds like you were out of commission for a while then,”

Are you still?

The unasked question hung in the air, and Armin could hear it in the way you trailed off, like you were hoping he’d fan the flames of your hope and assure you that his tongue could be well within use. So he gave you just that.

“I was. But it's been healed for a handful of months now. So, safe to say it’s fully back in commission.” He murmured low and hushed, an offer threaded in his words. He watched you from under his lashes, flickering down your body, taking note of the way you tense at that statement, like you weren’t expecting him to give you the exact answer you wanted but couldn’t muster the courage to ask for. 

Your chest got a little tight, the strings of anticipation and desire tugging on your insides and rendering you to pause for a beat, unsure of how to respond. Your heart was beating too hard, the quick pace started to travel through your eardrums, feeling far too flustered to pick up your mask of nonchalance. But you knew deep down the second Armin approached you that it was long gone.

“Is it really?” You hushedly asked, your stare lingering on his lips, slowly dragging it back up to his eyes, focusing on the glint in his glasses cast from the moonlight rather than directly into his pupils. “Mhm,” He hummed softly, leaning in much closer now. “Want proof?” He murmured, already inching closer. 

The Party & The After Party by The Weeknd was blaring downstairs, meeting your pair of ears muffledly, traveling beyond the walls and flooring and gently filling the thick air surrounding you two. With the music in the back and the way he was looking at you, at your lips, it was enough to make you nod weakly, leaning in to evaporate what little space that kept you apart.

You leaned upwards to meet his lips, shifting around so your knee was between his, not quite straddling him just yet, you’d let him be the one to pull you into his lap if he wanted you there that bad.

He groaned in your mouth, filled with immediate relief upon finally having you on him like this. His hands cupped either side of your face, holding you still as if you’d dissipate into thin air the second he were to let go. 

His hands traveled down your neck, running his thumb over your pulse, slowly descending down the curve of your shoulder, purposefully making the strap of your blouse slip off, down your soft arm until he landed on your hip, squeezing you with pure need.

He slipped his tongue between your lips, letting you feel his piercing, chuckling against your lips when he felt your low moan vibrate into his mouth. He gripped your hip, his free hand coming around to the other side of you, pushing you onto your back and into the bed with a surprising amount of ease.

He hovered above you, beautiful like an arc angel with a moonlight halo, glancing over your face before crashing back down into you. He slipped his knee between your full thighs, pushing with just enough pressure against where you need him, letting each of your little mewls and gasps melt on his tongue. 

You broke apart from the kiss, wobbly lips faltering with low whimpers, too engrossed in how the friction barely satiated the ache that you had built throughout the night to be able to kiss him properly.

Your thighs tightened around his knee, rolling your hips over it and using what he gave you, moaning shakily while his lips chased after yours, his hand cupping your jaw and guiding you back to him greedily.

He made you kiss him back, too impatient and too hungry to let you pull away so soon. Your hands ran down his chest and over his abdomen, admiring the broad expanse of him over his costume, still able to feel how toned he is beneath the fabric, taking your time to map him out and admire him through your fingertips. 

He could feel your hands running down his body, taking your time to truly feel him, and it did nothing but make his cock throb for you. A low groan rumbled into your mouth, and he pulled back a breadth’s width, shifting slightly to suck on your bottom lip, his teeth sinking in just enough to make you wince, but not enough to draw blood.

He let it snap back into place, pecking you once more before traveling over your neck, placing deliberate hot kisses across your flushed skin.

He nipped and sucked bruising kisses, his restraint slipping with every moan you poured into his ears so graciously. He dragged his tongue across where he nipped you as if to soothe it, swirling his piercing over your pulse, feeling it eagerly thump against his wet muscle. 

He kissed down your collarbones, his warm hands grappling around your sides, squeezing you and taking the time to map you out, loving the way you squirm and moan beneath him.

His hands traveled further up, large palms splaying across your ribs while your poor cunt rutted against his knee. He pushed your blouse up, exposing your skin to the cold air, glancing down and watching your skin break into goosebumps. He chuckled faintly, kissing the skin just above your breast. 

When his fingers slid behind your back and began tugging at the clasp of your bra, you sucked in a breath, worried things may be going too far too soon, suddenly feeling very shy and very bare underneath him. “W-Wait Armin,” you breathed out shakily, holding onto his forearms.

His warm lips slowly abandoned the soft skin of your tummy, instead gently finding space on your heated cheek, pecking languidly. “S’okay, I just wanna see you, lemme see you, love.” he uttered from the base of his throat, rumbly and earnest, his fingers tracing your shoulder blades. 

As an extra means of convincing you, he nudged his knee right up against your cunt, prompting a low gasp from your swollen lips. You nodded weakly, feeling eager to give him what he wanted, the pleasure from rubbing your clothed clit over his knee prompting you to descend into a state of hazy submission, all but replacing your logic and rationale. 

He unhooked your bra and watched your straps falter down your shoulders with a pointed stare of starving impatience. He tugged it off of you, pushing your blouse far enough to expose your breasts, sucking in a sharp breath when he sees your full flesh and pert nipples.

With haste he lowered himself to you, cupping your breasts with greed, squeezing and groping while his mouth latched on, swirling his pierced tongue around your sensitive buds.

You gasped at the suddenness of it all, your back arching into his mouth and thighs tightening around his knee. He moaned into your skin, your body absorbing every touch and every sound he poured into you. 

His hand slid from one of your breasts, his lips mouthing their way up your skin and back to yours, while his now free hand traveled between your legs, cupping your aching pussy. You soaked through the gusset of your panties, his cock twitching with a primal throb to bury itself inside of you upon feeling it.

“Armin,” you mewled shakily against his lips, your hand wrapping around his wrist, your thighs squeezing around him apprehensively. 

He shushed you, gently shifting his wrist to grab yours, pinning it firmly but carefully beside your head, his lips ghosting over yours. “S’okay, love.” He whispered, his cheek brushing against your lips, his hair cascading down and cloaking the side of your face while he glanced down, watching himself circle his fingers over your clit.

“You’re soaked,” he breathed out with both a cocky sense of humor and pure arousal. A low shaky gasp melted into a moan and curled off the plump of your lips, your head falling back into the mattress, your eyes falling in suit with a soft downcast flutter.

He rubbed your clit, watching the way your body gave itself to him so easily, your hips bucking towards his touch when he pressed down just right, playing your body like a finely tuned and beautifully intricate instrument. 

When he sunk his fingers into you, your body twitched, legs threatening to tighten around his hand from the sudden breach. You swallowed a thick moan, your head lulling to the side and begging for another kiss.

He obliged you, kissing you hard while he pumped his fingers into you, satisfied when he heard a whiny moan roll from the back of your throat, presuming he hit your g-spot. 

He studied you just as hard as he did with tasks in his academic life, but this was far more interesting and rewarding; he loved finding what made you tick, loved to learn what made you wet and pathetic like this.

He continued fucking you on his long fingers, his thumb swiping over your clit and reveling in the way your back arched, your hips acting on their own in an attempt to feel more of him.

Your breasts heaved in the air, and he felt an odd sense of possessiveness as he saw his saliva glisten from the moonlight over your pretty nipples. Your hand slid away from the nape of his neck and down to his wrist, gripping it with a desperate need while you fucked yourself on his fingers, moaning wholly into his mouth, addicted to the pleasure he was giving you. 

He pulled back, his face turning downward to watch the lewd act, your free hand coming back around to his nape, pulling him in close to kiss down his jaw and neck while he fucked into your little hole with his fingers.

He exhaled a low breath, swallowing hard when he closed his eyes and focused on your string of soft moans and the wet clicking sound that came from pumping his fingers into you.

He felt you tremble, felt the way your body was tensing and how your moans were becoming more urgent, sharper yet more shallow, so he withdrew all together. He ignored your disappointed gasp and soft whispers of “Why?” opting to trail down your soft tummy with hot kisses instead. 

Once he got lower, down to the waistband of your panties, in your pleasure clouded haze, you managed to realize why he stopped. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, heat filled with a shy anticipation fanned across your cheeks at the sight, and you attempted to close your legs out of instinct, but he wasn’t having it. Not when he needed to taste you. 

He parted your legs with ease, surprising you with his strength for the second time tonight. Or was it the third? You had no idea, no coherent thoughts or sentences could be properly formulated for you, not when Armin had his tongue buried in you and was lapping you up like you were an endless reservoir of water.

He initially wanted to ease you into it with a little kitten lick, gentle and slow, but when he saw your pretty cunt glistening the way it was, and saw how your poor clit so obviously needed some tending to, he couldn’t prolong the moment and dove in immediately.

Your hands flew to his hair, threading your fingers in his golden strands and fighting the urge to tug. He moaned into your pussy as if it were him receiving the pleasure, but in a way he was. 

He loved having a mouthful of your cunt, he’d been thinking about it the entire night. It was hard for him to focus when speaking with you, all he could picture was those full thighs wrapped around his head and your hips bucking into his mouth. And he finally had you where he wanted you this whole time, with you on your back and your clit situated between his lips.

He abused your little clit with no mercy, swirling over it with his pierced tongue, too lost in the paradise between your legs to even think about pulling away. With a low annoyed groan and without bothering to move away, he pushed his glasses up into his hair, using it like a headband to grant himself better access to you.

He hummed contently, slowly pushing his face back between your legs, swishing side to side, delving into you fully now. You keened at his actions, your body nearly seizing beneath him at the pointed and intense sensation. 

His nose rubbed over your mound, while his fingers slid right back into your fluttering hole, chuckling over your wet flesh when a rough gasp wracked through you, the sound morphing into a choked moan.

He fucked your cunt with his fingers, his lips never letting your clit rest once, his available hand pinning your hip to the mattress, keeping you still for him to devour. He wouldn’t let anything get in the way between him and eating your pussy, not even you.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he breathed out, seemingly in a daze, glancing up at you from amidst your thighs, mouth and chin soaked from your cunt.

He turned slightly, nipping at your inner thigh before he resumed without any hesitation, rocking his hips against the bed mindlessly, his neglected cock nearly ripping the crotch in his costume pants. 

“Ar-Armin, I–” you sobbed shakily, your body acting before your mind could, hips squirming away from his mouth, too overstimulated to handle much more. He squeezed your hip, pushing you back into the bed, not letting you escape his warm mouth.

You cried out, already too sensitive to endure anymore, unsure of when you had even came, it felt like you were stuck in a blurry cloud of hedonism, unaware of when you entered and if you could ever leave.

You twitched about, feeling as if a loose wire was set off in you, sparking throughout your veins and nervous system, all from his unrelentingly tongue, lapping at your clit over and over. 

He begrudgingly pulled away, taking pity when you let out a strangled moan, exhaling heavily to himself and planting a lasting kiss to your clit before moving away all together. He swiped his mouth with the back of his hand, panting as if he ran a marathon, climbing back up to your blissed out face, smiling smugly at the sight.

He peppered kisses across your cheeks and temples, capturing your lips with his, taking away the breath you were struggling so hard to catch. He decided that you could just have his, anything belonging to him felt like it was starting to belong to you too.

“Armin,” you breathed out, his still slick nose brushing against yours, your hooded eyes heavy from the weight of pleasure flickering between his with complete awe, utterly shocked that a person could make someone else feel so good.

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you once more. He tilted his head down at you, sliding his glasses back down onto his nose bridge, humming your name back as if he didn’t just eat your cunt until you literally cried. 

You huffed humorously, rolling your eyes, your gaze drifting to the bulge straining in his pants. The humor died down and your heart raced at the sight. He caught your stare, pressing himself to your hip, a low whimper rumbling from his throat and into your ear.

“It’s starting to hurt,” he groaned softly, his forehead nudging your cheek, shifting his hips with an achingly gentle roll, silently pleading with you to take care of him. You swallowed hard, sucking on your bottom lip, glancing from his crotch up to his eyes.

“I–I’ve never..” He shook his head, panting with shallow breaths. “I-It’s okay, I’ll guide you if you need me to, just.. please, ‘wanna feel your mouth so bad, please?” he pleaded, his voice slightly high-pitched and utterly desperate.

You felt bad, not wanting him to be in pain, especially since he had made you feel so good only moments earlier, you figured it was only fair. 

You nodded with a wordless concession, and he thanked you, his voice wobbly with an airy gratefulness. He unlatched himself from hovering above you, laying on his back with his elbows supporting him, his watchful eyes taking in the way you repositioned yourself on top of him.

His cock twitched when you shyly pulled your panties back into place, still so endearing and sheepish even after he had his tongue buried in you only minutes before.

You unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him slowly, hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of both his pants and boxers down until his cock sprung out. You gaped at it, your heart nearly failing, watching it struggle to remain upright from its own weight. It wasn’t like you were expecting him to be small or anything, but you didn’t think that a guy so nerdy and geeky would be packing something like that.

“Jesus…” you murmured through a shaky and nervous laugh, your reaction pleasantly surprising Armin. He had a habit of forgetting just how big he was, he was annoyingly humble about what had, but he enjoyed being reminded of his above average-ness via situations like this.

You wrapped your hand around him, slowly dragging your fist up and down, a small relieved smile growing over your face when you heard a low moan rumble from his throat. You decided to just be brave and go for it, leaning down to wrap your lips around the fat head of his cock.

He gasped, groaning low and heavy, his elbows faltering and gliding down until he was laying flat on his back. 

You brought your second hand up to wrap around him, pumping his shaft with both hands, leaving enough room to suction over his tip and whatever else you could take without getting overwhelmed.

Thankfully you had remembered Hitch’s advice — something about how both the tip and somewhere around it, there was something called a frenulum and how it was extremely sensitive for men. You decided to be safe and to just try focusing on that first.

You swirled your tongue steadily and intently around him, lowering yourself further and further down his cock bit by bit, feeling a sense of pride thrum through you at the way he moaned under you, figuring your experiment was proven accurate. 

His hand fell behind your head, not pushing or forcing you down, just holding firmly, needing to make some kind of contact with you. His forearm pushed his glasses onto his forehead, his arm resting over his eyes, whimpering shakily above you.

His hips bucked slightly into your mouth, the way you wrapped around him and took him in was so perfect that he couldn’t control the way his body chased after more of it. 

“F-Fuck, oh God,” he choked out, his moans were starting to curl off the crescendo of a gentle higher pitch, sounding so pretty as he did so, and it only egged you on to try and take him further. You glided your hands lower onto his shaft, giving you more room to slide your lips over, your eyes welling with tears at the way his girth made your jaw ache.

The price to pay for his pleasure felt more than worth it, his whimpers of your name and feeling him twitch on your tongue were payment enough. You bobbed your head, gagging slightly when he hit the back of your throat. You pulled off for a moment, catching your breath, and blinking away your tears. 

He wished you didn’t, he thought you looked the prettiest with swollen lips and watery eyes. You planted a warm kiss to his hip, your cunt aching all over again when you saw the ring of lipstick around his cock and then on his hip, fueling you to go back down and take him in your mouth eagerly. 

You went back with only one hand, taking him further down your throat than you were able to the first time, and he gasped deeply, groaning and lulling his head side to side, pleasantly tormented by how fucking good your mouth felt suctioned over him.

His hand rested along the warm nape of your neck, his hips starting to thrust into your mouth, your name falling from his lips in a tearful and trembling mantra as his shaft glided up and down your tongue. You steadied yourself with your hands on his hips, your sounds vibrating around his thick cock. 

“F-Feels so good, I – fuck,” he cried out, fucking your mouth desperately, your nose hitting his soft trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, squeezing your eyes shut and trying your best to accommodate his size down your throat. 

He whimpered your name like it was the only word he knew, like it was the only one that mattered, and in that moment it truly felt like it. You took him so well he couldn’t hold back from bucking his cock as far it could go down your throat.

He felt himself getting dangerously close to cumming, and as much as he wanted to give in and cum down your throat and across your beautiful face, he knew the pay off of getting to ram his cock into your cunt would be so much better.

“C-C’mere, please,” he panted shakily, eager with an aching sense of fervidness to be inside of you, unable to waste a single second without doing so. 

You slid off of his cock, sputtering slightly as you wiped your mouth, shakily climbing back up to meet him. He gripped your hips, pushing you onto your back once more. “You are so beautiful, so perfect,” he panted breathlessly, kissing down your jaw and neck holding himself by his shaft, dragging his tip over your clit and up and down your folds, circling your hole.

You swallowed a shaky moan at the feeling, finding yourself inching your hips to grant more access, but not fully, the lingering notion that he wasn’t wearing a condom preventing you from letting him push in all the way.

“Wait, ‘Min, you’re not wearing a condom,” you squeaked out softly, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. He shook his head, shifting back up to look at you, his brows drawn together with complete desperation. 

“S’okay, I promise I’m clean, a-and I’ll pull out, I just,” He whimpered, rubbing your clit with his fat cockhead, his breathing growing labored with want. “I need to be inside of you,” his soft and wavering voice pathetically floating down into your ear, his cock circling over your clit temptingly.

“You trust me, don’t you?” he pleaded, his bitten lips wobbling with an unabashed need. You couldn’t think straight, not when he was distracting you with how it good it felt to have his cock rub against your clit, and not with how devastatingly pretty he was when he begged like that.

“O-Okay,” you agreed shakily, spreading your legs a little further, giving in to his wants and your own, no matter how reckless it might’ve been. “Thank you,” he breathed out earnestly, kissing you deeply.

His forehead rested against yours, your breaths intermingling into one. He aligned himself with your hole, pushing in and shuddering a wavering breath at the way you sucked him in. 

A sharp gasp ripped from your chest, your hands flying to his biceps, squeezing hard when he managed to barely fit his thick tip in.  Your breathing became more strained the further he pushed into you. Your head fell back, a low whimper rumbling from the base of your throat, struggling to steady your breathing while he stretched you out around his cock.

The corners of your eyes watered once more, and while he felt sympathy for you, halting his hips to a stop as to allow you time to adjust, he couldn’t deny the way his cock throbbed inside of you at the sight of you so laying so beautifully beneath him, so sweet and misty eyed.

“Take your time,” he murmured soothingly, kissing your neck. He snuck his hand between your fused bodies, rubbing your clit to try and ease you into it. 

You moaned into the balmy air at the feeling, starting to slowly but surely roll your hips into his touch. When he felt you grow less tense, he bottomed out, successfully knocking the wind out of you. He hiked your leg up and over his hip, and began to move, burying his face into your neck while he buried his cock deep inside your welcoming cunt.

“You’re so perfect,” he panted through the shaky breath of a whimper, nipping at your neck while his hips fluidly pushed in and out of you, his thick cock dragging along the warm and wet confines of your tight cunt.

He kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin of your neck, moaning thickly into the crook of it, his hips crashing into yours over and over. 

Your pussy pulsed around him, never having felt so completely full before, so utterly enveloped by another person, and it was overwhelming in the best possible way. No matter where you turned or where you shifted around to, you felt him, he was all encompassing.

And as he bucked his hips into you, grinding the fat head of his cock right up against your g-spot, you wondered how you ever went without experiencing pleasure like this. 

His lips migrated towards the dip of your collarbones, watching your tits bounce from how fast he was pivoting into you, swallowing down a wobbly moan at the sight. He licked and nipped at them, swirling his pierced tongue over your nipples once more, wanting to make use of every inch of your body. He didn’t want there to be a single part of you that went untouched by him.

He pulled back just slightly, his hands massaging over your breasts with a tilted gaze, his eyes angled down and watching your poor cunt take his cock, your abused hole fluttering around his length. He watched, utterly hypnotized at the way his cock disappeared into you with every drag of his hips. 

Armin didn’t possess what one would call an intimidating stature, he stood at a decent height of 5'10 and maintained a nice, toned swimmer’s physique – all in all, he never found himself to be the looming, towering type.

But after observing with a depraved set of eyes at how your tiny pussy sucked in his fat cock? It gave him such a high to feel so colossal and dominating above you, leaving you to feel perfectly pliable and moldable in his hands.

You stroked this feeling with how good you were for him, how easy you were to grip and squeeze, how your hole took everything he gave it despite the hefty stretch. You made him feel like a giant. You acted like it too, your legs trembled around him, whiny strings of moans containing his name and other incoherencies all caused by his cock splitting you open. 

You made him downright ravenous, feeling as if he were one of the monsters in his video games capturing the princess who was supposed to be saved but instead was getting bent and bred by the very thing she was supposed to be rescued from.

Except his princess enjoyed it – you enjoyed the way he pounded into you, loved how he took you as if it was his right to have you like this. 

He pressed down on your lower stomach, letting you feel just how deep he was in you, wordlessly letting you know that no one else would be able to reach where he could, but he was sure you wouldn’t seek out any replacements after that — he knew that he just about owned you after that night.

A strained moan pulled from the depths of your chest at the way he added pressure to your tummy, your eyes welling with a bout of iridescent tears, and fuck, it only made him thrust into you that much harder.

He watched you cry on his cock, babbling pathetically about how good he felt inside you, and it stoked the flames of arousal and greed in him, wanting more and more of your earnest devotion and tears. 

He rubbed your clit, matching his thrusts with his fingers circling over your little soaked bud. “So pretty when you cry,” he murmured into your jaw, kissing you tenderly before his eyes flitted to you again, gazing with narrowed eyes at your pouty lips forming over a sob of moans, and how mascara streaked down your cheeks from his unrelenting pace and touch. 

Your body was tensing all over again, nearing your limit once more, tears falling more freely as your hands grappled behind him, trailing beneath his costume to dig your nails into his toned back, sinking your teeth into his shoulder.

He knew you were close, knew you needed to cum, and he was going to be the one to bring you where you needed to be.

He pushed your knee up further, slamming down into you with an endless roll of his hips, his fingers never letting up on your clit. He fucked you through your orgasm, grunting about how perfect your pussy felt wrapped around him, how beautiful you were, and how he wanted you to cum for him, how he needed you to. 

Your sobs were absorbed into his skin, your mouth crying out for him as he impaled you on his cock, his fingers milking you of every ounce of your climax, rubbing your poor clit raw. He pushed you over the edge into a white hot buzzing stream of stimulation, fucking you into the mattress while you came around him, stroking himself inside you slowly but never to a full stop. 

You laid limp beneath him, completely and utterly fucked out and weak. He didn’t falter, and instead picked up his pace again, chasing his own orgasm. You were incredibly worn out and sensitive, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to cum for you. You let him use you like a little sleeve, dragging his cock in and out of you with sporadic and harsh thrusts, until he pulled out suddenly. 

He hunched over you, his eyes scanning down your body with his cock in his hand. He took in the way your blouse laid crumpled under your chin, exposing your breasts, slick with his saliva, how your beautiful face was stained with mascara because of him, and down at your fucked out pussy, absolutely abused because of his cock.

He wanted nothing more than to cum in you, but he promised he’d pull out, and he figured he’d at least tell one truth tonight, and decided there’d simply have to be another time when he can pump you full of his cum.

With a final tug, he came, spurting thick ropes across your tummy and cunt, whimpering your name while he weakly fucked his fist, draining every drop of cum out of himself. 

You watched him cum on you, a low weak moan falling from your lips at the lewd scene, half wishing it was inside of you, but you still had half a mind to know better than to have let that happen. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms, kissing over your neck and cheek, panting heavily alongside you.

All you could do was melt in his arms, your eyes and entire body too dense with exhaustion to move an inch.

“You okay?” he murmured gently, his chin on your shoulder, cradling you with such a delicate sense of care. You managed to muster an affirmative nod, humming quietly. He chuckled breathily, his head falling back into the pillow beside you, simply letting himself be. 

Your heartbeats pounded in sync, still coming down from the intense high you both had shared, and as the air around you winded down, the pace of the muscles pounding in your chests did too. A blanket of a fizzled-out fatigue cascaded over your sweat slicked bodies, nearly luring you both into a deep sleep.

He fought against the exhaustion, hulling himself up to lean over the nightstand beside the bed, plucking a couple of tissues from its box. He shifted down lazily to clean you up before you got dressed again. He gingerly wiped his cum off of your body, balling up the tissues and tossing them into the trashcan, falling back into bed with you tiredly. 

You lulled your head towards him, smiling faintly, your eyes dragging across his flushed face. “Will you still invite me over to play the remastered pixel series?” you asked quietly, voice still thick with a lazy rasp of weariness. His brows drew together endearingly, laughing softly with a curt confirmative nod. “Of course I will.” And he truly meant it. 

— 

He walked you back to your dorm, making sure you had his number in your phone before he left you, bidding you goodbye with a soft kiss to your lips and a promise that he’ll see you soon. You padded inside your dorm, body shuffling tiredly towards your bed, huffing with annoyance as Hitch attempted to crowd you with worried questions.

“I looked for you everywhere at the party, where’d you go?” She asked, following your slow pace towards your bed, sitting beside you when you collapsed into it. You shot her a glare, attempting to weakly chuck a pillow at her, growing more annoyed when she dodged it.

“Why do you care? You all ditched me knowing what happens at those kinds of parties.” you grumbled, rolling on your side and facing the wall and away from her. She huffed confusedly, pulling you back to face her. “What do you mean? I didn’t ditch you; I was looking for you! And what’s that supposed to mean? What happened?” 

You sat up exasperatedly, hugging the pillow close to your chest. “The Hook up or Haze thing! Y’know, how the guys in the fraternity find new pledges and make 'em hook up with them or get hazed. I can’t believe you guys would just–” She suddenly said your name, her voice eerily serious and stern. “That’s… that’s not a thing.”

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.

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the type of guy to wait when your classes are over. he would loiter in the hallways , the jocks and popular kids brushing past him as he fixes his glasses, holding science books to his chest as he fiddled with his phone - checking your schedule.

he's a creeper, a stalker. as far as you were concerned, you always saw him hangout with his two friends, eren, mikasa and some other folks, jean..sasha?...connor? wait no, connie!

you would sometimes catch him staring way too long, eyes always on you and when you finally notice, he would blink and fix his glasses, a knuckle raising to arrange it on his face.

he would "accidentally" drop something on the ground if he was ever randomly beside you, and he knows how nice of a person you are, so you pick up whatever he dropped and he just smiles inwardly, checking you out from the back with zero to no shame.

the type to literally take pictures of you secretly and masturbate the fuck out of them the moment he's home.

"o...ohh...ahnn.." his hand fists his cock aggressively, throwing his head back as he whimpers, thighs shaking as he finally comes down, cum dribbling down his fingers.

-

another thing about him is he owns porn magazines, he stashes them away under his bed and fantasizes all the girls on the pages are you.

he would full on hump the covers, his pillow just to imagine some type of body underneath his, squeezing and moaning like a dog in heat, his brain can only think of one thing and that's you.

other times when he's not ejaculating, he talks about you to his other online friends when he games.

"they're so...h-hot..like.." he says in the microphone, grinning ear to ear as he talks about you in excruciating detail.

the guys on the other side would either cheer him on or snicker at his desperation, "woah..dude, did you like, jack off to them or something??" typical. they wouldn't get it.

"s-something like that." armin bites his lip, finishing the game and logging off.

obsessive crush behavior

this man is always on his phone/laptop so for sure he's got some online stalking habits you're not aware of at all.

he analyzes all of your old posts, every story and event you've been to, and even have them memorized in case you ever talked to him.

+ he's probably the type to over intercept basic kindness as 'romantic interest', "they smiled at me! they must want me!"

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random stuff he does

• compliments you in an awkward, creepy sort of way, "hey....y-your collarbones are pretty.." then he'd mentally face palm thinking about how miserably bad he is at flirting.

• stares at you wayyy too long for any normal person, a hand on his chin as his eyes hyper-analyze your movements, then panics when he gets caught.

• brings up painfully niche hyperfixations and info dump people about it, (comics, anime, gaming) and they would have NO clue what he would be talking about LMFAOO

• does that nervous push glasses thing, how? uses his middle finger to nudge the bridge of his glasses up. he's particularly nervous when you finally speak to him or is around him suddenly.

if you're in a relationship

he's actually ecstatic, finally having you all to himself, that means he could do whatever he wanted right?

he's willing to share and do everything with you, from sharing his clothes, to showering, sleeping in the same bed. all of it.

the type to just touch you all over. hugs and cuddles you, kisses your neck and bites the same spot he touched with his mouth.

only for you to have tons of red bruises littering your skin the next day.

• doesn't let you go until you really beg him to let you go.

"i won't even be that long... seriously." you say, waiting for a response , only for your boyfriend to glare at you albeit a little pouty.

"...f...fuck. you can't just leave me here, i want your attention too."

he nervously plays with the ends of his sleeves, drawing the cloth over his knuckles and fiddling with it.

sometimes you couldn't help but feel bad, even though there was nothing to feel bad about.

"...fine. i'll stay.. okay?" you nod defeated, reaching out for him to hug his head to your tummy.

he immediately reciprocates, pressing his face into your torso and inhaling deep.

-

sometimes in public, he would drag you to a small spot where he swears no one goes to, and just grinds his body over yours, just to get some friction.

making out with you is his favorite activity, besides fucking the shit outta you at home.

he grinds and grabs your everything, hands all over your ass, squeezing as he bites the inner corner of your neck, sucking the skin until he's satisfied with the new colour.

you feel the cool metal of his piercing lave over your hot skin and you whine for him to stick it in you already.

• WOULD make you suck him off under the seat of his desktop space WHILE gaming.

he's so nasty he doesn't even hide it, "hey?! can i get an assist? cmon!" someone online yells into the microphone , he's pretty skilled with using the keyboard with only one hand, so he easily guides your head with his fingers rooted into your scalp and helps bob your mouth just right until he feels his cock twitch, eventually cumming inside and you have to swallow it.

he tries so hard to hide his little huffs of satisfaction, wryly grinning as he sees your cum painted face under the seat.

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has this 'habit' he's never told you about.

whenever you would sleep before him in your shared bed , he would climb over you and just go to town. removing each layer of your clothes, and leaves you vulnerable in your underwear, spreads your legs open and makes you cum in your sleep.

you involuntary shiver when you feel his tongue lave over your hole, his fingers playing over where you're most sensitive and coat his tongue in your juices.

'how are you not waking up?' a few sleeping pills dumped into your drink earlier must've did the trick. he wouldn't tell you though, or you'll probably, seriously hate him.

and that was the last thing he wanted. besides..he's got you all to himself now!

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“Yeah. Thanks, Armin.” You wipe your face with the back of your hand, closing your laptop and book, packing them away in your bag.

It wasn’t his fault, but Armin felt horrible. As your tutor and friend, he was willing to do whatever possible to make sure you understand the concepts.

Armin stands up with you, catching your hand before you leave. “Hold on.”

You stop, turning to back to Armin. “Hm?”

“Listen, why don’t you, um… come to my dorm tomorrow? Eren is going to be out with Mikasa all night, so we’ll have privacy for more tutoring.”

After taking a moment to consider Armin’s offer, you nod. “Fine with me. I have some other work I need to finish, though. Is seven okay?”

Armin nods, letting go of your hand so you could get on your way. “Yeah, that’s alright!”

You smile at him again, giving Armin a small wave before leaving the library. He returned the gesture before sitting back down, already thinking about tomorrow night.

You had been over to Armin’s dorm before, so there was nothing different about it this time around.

Armin didn’t remember feeling this jittery about it, though.

“Sasha,” you look over at your best friend, who is sprawled on her bed, lazily typing something. “Can we move our boardwalk night to the one after tomorrow?”

Sasha looks over at you, brow raised. “Depends on why we have to.”

“It’s because I’m going to Armin’s dorm tomorrow night for more tutoring.” This catches Sasha’s attention - she’s sitting up now.

“Oooh, a date? It’s about time.” She giggles. A look of confusion flashed across your face. You walk over to your bed, unpacking your backpack.

“What do you mean by that?” Sasha gets up, going over to you and grabbing your shoulders from behind.

“I mean,” she starts, smirk getting wider. “I see how you two interact, and I see this trope playing out. Starts as your cute, smart tutor, you guys become friends…”

Rolling your eyes, you turn to face her. “Whatever you’re thinking will not happen. I can think someone is on the better-looking side without liking them.”

Sasha shrugs, returning to her bed. “Think what you want.”

You scoff, climbing up into your own bed for a quick power nap; but Sasha’s words lingered in the back of your mind as you drifted off.

“So, how much time will you need for tutoring and fucking?” Eren teases. Armin turns to face him, looking almost horrified.

“Eren! T-that’s not what’s going to happen! She just needs more tutoring, that’s all!”

Eren chuckles, tossing his head back. “I think I know what you’re tutoring her in.” Armin’s face is bright red now, and he’s looking down at the floor.

“Seriously, though. Mikasa and I leave at 6:30, and as much as I love her, her social battery can drain pretty quickly depending on the day. So, how long will you two need?”

Armin looks up, taking a second to think. “Uh… until 9:30?” It sounds more like a question than an answer.

“I’ll stay out of your way until 10.” Eren gives Armin a small punch on the shoulder.

“Quick lesson time, Armin. Always be respectful, give her whatever she needs, and immediately back off and ask if she’s okay if she looks uncomfortable.”

“I’d do all that in the first place.” Armin mutters, slowly starting to get annoyed.

“Oh, one more thing.” Eren reached into his desk for something, grinning. “Take this.”

He grabs Armin’s hand, pushing something small into it. One glance and Armin knows it’s a condom.

“What the hell, Eren.” He’s back to blushing now, but he doesn’t give the condom back.

“Hopefully it fits. Always use one of those, though. Lifesavers.”

“Do me a favor and don’t delve into your sex life with Mikasa for me.”

Eren looks offended, as if Armin were losing a once-in-a-lifetime lesson by not letting him talk anymore. Armin shoves the condom into his backpack, muttering something about ‘keeping Eren’s words in mind’.

Armin’s nerves are shooting through the roof all of the next day, only worsening when it hit two minutes past seven and you hadn’t knocked on his door yet.

He fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt, replaying Eren’s words from the evening before. The condom he was gifted still sat in his backpack, which was neatly tucked next to his desk.

Then you knocked.

Armin hurried over to the door, calming down when he was met with the sight of your smiling, kind face.

“Hey, Armin. Thanks for this, you really didn’t have to.”

Stepping into his dorm, you take off your shoes, looking around. Armin’s side was evident - anime and video game posters covered the wall.

“Don’t worry about it. You can come to me any time.” Armin ushered around, pulling the chair from Eren’s desk and sitting it next to his own. “Have a seat. Do you have your book?”

You nod, sitting down and flipping open to the page you were studying yesterday.

Armin's steady finger slowly moved across the textbook, pointing out key words and example equations. Your eyes were hardly ever on the pages; instead, they were focused on Armin's face.

His glasses drooping down to the tip of his nose, his blonde hair falling perfectly around his face, pink lips gently uttering words that didn't even process in your mind.

Armin paused, looking over at your transfixed expression.

"Are you alright?"

You blink, sitting up straighter in a flash. "Oh, yeah. Hey, Armin, why don't we, uh... pause?"

Armin raises an eyebrow, eyes curious. "Pause? We just started."

Instead of answering, you think back to yesterday's encounter with Sasha. Perhaps you could turn this into a date; even you couldn't deny the attraction and respect you held for Armin.

That's why your lips were on his before you had a second to think.

Armin's body froze up--were you seriously doing this?

Closing his eyes, Armin leaned forwards, pressing his lips deeper into your own, the flavor of your sweet chapstick making its way to his tastebuds.

You pull away just as your tongues fully intertwine, noticing the way Armin's face immediately dropped.

"Can we go to your bed? This chair is hurting my back."

You didn't have to tell him twice. Armin pulled you up, dragging you both on top of his mattress.

In the midst of sloppy kisses, clothes are ripped off and tossed onto the floor without a single care. Armin’s hands roam up your bare back, holding you steady to keep kissing him, your hard nipples pressing against his chest only feeding his growing erection.

Pulling away for breath, you look down at his bright, blushing face. “Are you a virgin, Armin?”

His face grows hotter, and he nods, clearly embarrassed.

“Don’t be ashamed.” You giggle, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from his eye. “I still would be too if it wasn’t for a stupid decision I made a few years ago.”

Sitting up, you tug at the waistband of his boxers. “What do you say we take these off?”

Armin’s expression is a mixture of arousal, shock, and nervousness. He nods again, but stops before you can take them off.

“W-wait! I have to get something.” He mumbles, getting out of bed to go over to his backpack, grabbing the condom Eren had given him. You let out an amused laugh, recognizing the metallic wrapper.

“You came prepared, huh? You knew this would happen?”

Armin waves his hands in front of him, condom clutched between this thumb and palm. “No, I swear! This was Eren’s stupid idea, he gave it to me…”

“I see.” You notice Armin tentatively pulling down his boxers, hands shaky.

His cock sprang free, pretty and leaky; you almost drooled at the sight of his pink tip covered in precum.

Stretching your legs straight, you slide your own panties off, pussy half-visible to Armin, and you swear you see his cock grow. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

Armin shuffles back onto the bed, ripping the condom open, silently praying that it would fit, that he and Eren were close in size.

“I’m on the pill.” You blurt out. It was the truth, but you were also dying to feel Armin raw inside of you.

Armin pauses. “But shouldn’t we still…?” All it takes is for him to see you shake your head no for him to drop the condom to the ground.

He pulls you under him, somewhat confident for a virgin.

Armin’s trembling hands reach for your thighs, spreading them open for him to take a look. It seemed pretty similar to the female sexual diagrams he has studied before you came over, except your pussy looked ten times better.

He’s salivating at the view in front of him, now nothing but desperate to get balls deep into your pussy.

“Do you know where to go?” You let Armin lift your legs up higher.

He nods. “I’ve done my studying.” Even though he was quite shy about admitting the research he had done, Armin sure wasn’t ashamed.

“Really?” You wouldn’t be surprised if Armin was telling the truth. The way he slung your legs over his shoulders to correctly position himself was big enough of a hint.

With a shaky breath, Armin positioned himself at your entrance, wet tip prodding your hole. As long as he didn’t cum quick, everything would be okay; but that was much easier said than done.

He almost loses it the second you took him in past his tip, your pretty pussy squeezing him just right. Armin’s hips stuttered at the new sensations, his body practically screaming that he was a virgin.

“Take your time.” You whisper, a small whimper falling from your lips when he continues to push forwards.

Armin settles once he’s all the way inside your walls, long dick filling up every bit of space you had. His hips roll in small, calculated movements, testing the waters to see how long he could hold out.

It’s been a long time since then.

Sweat drips from Armin’s forehead onto your skin, your cunt stuffed full of his loads.

Armin didn’t know how to use his dick, not until the raw, animalistic instincts of sex kicked in.

Now he was pounding relentlessly into your sore pussy, pretty moans and whimpers mixed in with the lewd sounds of sex.

“Ah, A-Armin!” You cry out, eyes shut tight, back arching up off the mattress. His glasses were long strewn aside, but his blurry vision was still carefully fixated on your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust.

Armin pulls out and shoved his cock back in, tip hitting right up against your sweet spot, drawing you closer to release.

You’ve lost count of how many times you and Armin had both came. Four? Five? It didn’t matter. He was fucking you so good, you were seeing stars.

“I’m gonna c-cum!” Armin moans out, hips moving at a sloppy, fast pace, slapping against your own.

Cum squirted out of the sides of your hole each time Armin thrusted back in, the slick mess coating his dick making it harder to keep steady.

Reaching down, you massage your clit, sending you over the edge once again.

Clamping down hard on his cock, you cum hard, more of your sticky liquid coating his dick, a frothy ring of white forming around his base.

“Oh my god!” Armin gives one final, hard thrust into your pussy, shooting another fat load of cum into your hole. He pulls out, finally spent from all the fucking.

Armin lowers your legs, keeping them spread so he could take two thumbs and open the folds of your pussy, watching stupid amounts of cum drip out on onto the blankets.

He runs a thumb up your sensitive slit, listening to your whimpers as he does.

Licking his thumb clean, Armin takes a second to savor your sweet taste. “You taste delicious.”

“T-thank you.” You hand Armin his glasses.

This is the first time he’s seeing you clearly—your chest rapidly rising and falling, the cum seeping from your folds, the rosy tint on your cheeks. The sight is ethereal.

Armin collapses next to you, completely and utterly fucked out from your elongated session of intimacy, his body still shaking. Slowly, you turn your head to him, ready to ask the question that had been lingering in the back of your mind.

“Armin, are you sure you were a virgin?”

Your hips jerk up involuntarily and he groans like you just handed him heaven on a plate. The arm he has banded across your lower stomach flexes, keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you while his free hand slides up the inside of your thigh, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there before two of them nudge at your entrance.

“Relax for me, pretty girl,” he coaxes, voice muffled and filthy against your cunt. “Wanna feel how tight you get when you’re this close.”

You’re already fluttering around nothing, so when he finally pushes both fingers in, curling them just right, you nearly sob. He crooks them against that spot inside you at the same time his tongue flicks fast little circles over your clit and the combination rips a loud, wrecked sound out of your throat.

“Thaaat’s it,” he praises. “There she is. My good fuckin’ girl. Gonna come all over my face, yeah? Wanna feel you soak me.”

The rhythm turns filthy—sucking, licking, curling, thrusting—relentless but never rushed, like he could happily stay between your legs until the sun comes up. Every time your hips try to chase more he simply presses you back down reminding you who’s in control.

“Jean, please fuck fuck fuck, I’m—” Your words fracture into gasps. Heat coils so tight in your belly you can barely breathe. Your legs shake, toes curling against the sheets.

He knows. Of course he knows.

He pulls back just enough to speak against your dripping folds, breath hot and voice gravel-rough. “Go on, baby. Come on my tongue like you’ve been dying to all night.”

Then he dives back in. Sucking your clit into his mouth hard, fingers pumping faster, curling deeper.

Your back bows off the mattress again, a broken cry tearing out of you as you come hard, pulsing around his fingers, gushing against his tongue. Jean doesn’t stop. He works you through every shuddering wave, licking slower now, softer, drinking down every last bit of you like he’s starved for it.

When you finally collapse, trembling and gasping, he eases his fingers out gently and presses one last open-mouthed kiss to your oversensitive clit that makes you twitch and whine.

He crawls up your body slow, kissing every inch of skin he passes. Your stomach, the underside of your breast, the hollow of your throat. Until he’s hovering over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.

His mouth is glossy, chin wet, hair a complete mess from your hands. He looks wrecked in the best way.

And he’s smiling like he just won something.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, brushing sweat-damp hair off your forehead before leaning down to kiss you deep and lazy, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “So fuckin’ perfect when you come for me.”

"Mmhm," is all you manage to say, closing your eyes from exhaustion.

Jean squints his eyes, noticing something on you right away. "You're quiet today."

"Am I?" You open your eyes, looking at him right in his.

He lets himself rest beside you, head on his palm while the other plays with your nipples. He's always loved feeling them harden in his fingers, kneading your breasts as you're speaking about the most mundane things.

"Yup. You're usually waaay louder." He shrugs his shoulders, taking one of your curls and curling it tighter between his fingers.

"Well, there's at least 30 people downstairs, I don't want 'em to hear me whine for Jean fucking Kirstein," you shoot back, arching your eyebrows with a teasing smile.

He rolls his eyes, not falling for the bait and leaning closer to you. "You're thinking about something, I know it. Jus' tell me what it is."

Jean nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he mumbles against your skin. “The one where your brain goes somewhere else and you forget I’m right here.”

You huff a small laugh, threading lazy fingers through his damp hair. “I’m literally naked under you, Jean. How could I forget?”

“Doesn’t mean your head’s here.” He pulls back just enough to look at you. Hazel eyes narrowed, searching. The playful edge is still there, but there’s something sharper underneath it now. “Spit it out, baby. You’ve been weird since we came up here.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, debating. The post-orgasm haze usually makes you loose-lipped and honest, but this feels… different. Riskier.

He waits. Patient. Thumb still idly circling your nipple like he’s got all night.

You exhale through your nose. “Okay. Fine. But don’t freak out.”

His brows lift. “Now I’m definitely freaking out.”

You roll onto your side to face him properly, sheets tangling around your hips. “It’s stupid. Probably nothing.”

“Try me.”

Another beat of silence.

“…I’ve been thinking about Armin.”

Jean goes very still. Not angry-still. Just… processing-still. The hand on your breast pauses mid-motion.

“Armin,” he repeats slowly, like he’s tasting the name. “Arlert. The blond one with the glasses who volunteers at the library?”

You nod, small. “Yeah.”

Jean’s jaw flexes once. He sits up a little, leaning on one elbow so he’s looming just enough to make the air feel heavier. “And you’re thinking about him… while I’ve got my tongue buried in your pussy for the last twenty minutes?”

The bluntness makes heat crawl back up your neck. You don’t look away, though. “Not the whole time. Just… lately. In general.”

He lets out a short laugh that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Jesus. Okay. Wow.”

“You asked.”

“I did.” He drags a hand down his face, then back through his hair, making it stick up worse. “So what? You want him? Like… want want him?”

“No. Yes? I don’t know.” You sit up too, pulling the sheet over your chest like it’ll protect you from how exposed you suddenly feel. “It’s not like I’m gonna go jump him tomorrow. It’s just… I’ve noticed things.”

Jean’s stare is steady. “What things.”

You swallow. “The way you look at him sometimes.”

That hits. His expression flickers.

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, Jean.” Your voice softens. “In class. When he’s explaining something and the whole room shuts up to listen? You watch him like… like you’re trying to figure out how someone can be that smart and that pretty at the same time.”

“I do not.”

“You do.” You reach out, brush your fingertips along his jaw. “And it’s hot. The way your eyes get all dark and focused. Like you wanna pin him to the nearest wall and see if he blushes as pretty as he talks.”

Jean’s throat bobs. He doesn’t deny it.

After a long second he mutters, “Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

He flops onto his back, staring at the ceiling. One arm thrown over his eyes. “This is so fucked up.”

“Is it?” You crawl over him, straddling his hips. The sheet falls away. His hands automatically settle on your thighs (habit, muscle memory) but he doesn’t move otherwise. “Or is it just… honest?”

He peeks at you from under his forearm. “You’re really sitting here, fresh off coming on my face, telling me you’ve got a crush on the nerd boy I’ve also been lowkey eye-fucking in lecture hall?”

You shrug one shoulder. “Maybe we both do.”

Silence stretches.

Jean’s hands flex on your thighs. Not pushing you off. Not pulling you closer. Just… holding.

“You’re serious,” he says finally. Quiet.

“I think so. Yeah.”

He exhales hard through his nose. “He’s so fucking quiet. And polite. And he smells like new books and vanilla or some shit. It’s infuriating.”

You smile despite yourself. “You’ve noticed how he smells?”

“Shut up.” But there’s no heat in it. His thumbs start slow circles on your skin. “He’s got those stupid long lashes. And when he pushes his glasses up? I wanna bite something.”

You laugh. “Jean Kirstein admitting he’s got a thing for the soft boy in the front row. Never thought I’d see the day.”

He glares, but it’s half-hearted. “Don’t get cute. You started this.”

“I did.” You lean down, forearms braced on his chest, faces close. "But it's not like we can do something about it."

Jean let your phrase sit for a couple of seconds. "How do we even approach someone like that?"

"He probably thinks it's a bet or some fucked up shit like that," you add, biting your lips.

"He might not even like boys," Jean says.

You arch your eyebrows immediately, blinking fast.

"He might not even like girls," Jean fixes, shrugging his shoulders.

He lets out a frustrated groan, tipping his head back against the pillow.

You trace lazy patterns across his chest with one fingertip, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your palm. “We could just… not do anything. Keep it as fantasy. Make love to the mental image and call it a day.”

He snorts. “Yeah, because that’s worked so well for the last month. You’ve been zoning out mid-makeout thinking about him, and I—” He cuts himself off. “I caught myself staring at his fucking hands in seminar last week. Hands. Who gets hard over someone’s knuckles and a fountain pen?”

You bite back a grin. “You do, apparently.”

“Fuck off.” But he’s fighting a smile too. His hands slide up your thighs to your hips, squeezing once like he’s grounding himself. “Seriously though. If we’re gonna do this, we gotta be smart. He’s not the type you just corner at a party and proposition. He’ll bolt like a startled deer.”

“True.” You sit up straighter, straddling him properly now, the sheet pooled around your waist. The cool air makes your skin pebble, nipples tightening again under his absent gaze. “So maybe we don’t do it together. At least not at first.”

Jean’s brows knit. “What, like… take turns?”

“Exactly.” The idea sparks behind your eyes, wicked and fun and just competitive enough to make your pulse kick up again. “We approach him separately. Feel him out. See if he bites. No pressure, no tag-team bullshit that’ll scare him off. Just… normal conversation. Flirt a little. See who gets further.”

Jean’s mouth twitches. “You’re turning this into a game.”

“I mean…” You lean down until your noses brush, lips hovering over his. “Aren’t you competitive?”

His pupils blow wide. “You’re evil.”

“Say the word and we drop it.”

He’s quiet for a beat. Then his hands clamp down on your hips, dragging you forward so you’re seated right over the thick ridge of him.

“Rules,” he rasps.

You grin against his mouth. “I’m listening.”

“No lying to each other. Full disclosure after every interaction. What you said, what he said, how he looked at you, if he blushed, if he got flustered, if he touched you even by accident.”

“Done.”

“No sabotaging. If he picks one of us, the other backs off gracefully. No guilt-tripping.”

You nod. “Fair.”

“And” His voice drops, rougher now. “If he’s into both… we talk about bringing him in together with no rush.”

Heat pools low in your belly again. “God, yes.”

Jean’s thumb brushes the crease of your thigh, teasingly close to where you’re still slick and sensitive. “One more. Winner gets to call the shots the first time we’re all three together. If it gets that far.”

Your breath hitches. “You’re so on.”

He smirks, slow and dangerous. “Oh, baby. You have no idea how bad I want to watch that pretty boy fall apart under you while I tell him exactly how to touch you.”

You rock down against him once, just to hear him curse under his breath.

“So,” you whisper, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Who goes first?”

Jean thinks for a second, eyes flicking over your face like he’s calculating odds. Then he shrugs one lazy shoulder.

“You go tomorrow. He’s always at the library after third period, right? Buried in some ancient philosophy text or whatever.”

You nod. “Yeah.In the same spot as well, thinks no one notices him.”

“Cute.” Jean’s hand slides up your spine, fingers threading into your hair so he can tug your head back gently and kiss the column of your throat. “Wear that skirt you know he stares at when he thinks you’re not looking. Bend over to pick up a book or something. Give him something to think about tonight when he’s jerking off in his dorm.”

You laugh, breathless. “You’re awful.”

“I’m strategic.” He nips your pulse point. “I share a class with him on Wednesday, I’ll sit next to him. Ask him to explain some bullshit concept I already know. Maybe brush our knees under the table. See if he startles or leans in.”

The mental image makes you clench around nothing. “You’re gonna make him stutter, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yeah I am.” Jean’s grin is feral now. “And every time he pushes those glasses up? I’m gonna picture them fogged up later.”

You moan softly, grinding down again. “This is gonna be torture.”

“Good torture.” He flips you onto your back in one smooth motion, pinning your wrists above your head. His mouth finds yours, tasting like victory already. When he pulls back, his voice is wrecked. “You better tell me everything tomorrow night. Every single detail. How red his ears got. If he adjusted his pants. If he looked at your mouth when you talked.”

“Promise.” You hook a leg around his waist, pulling him closer. “And you better do the same.”

Jean rocks against you slow, deliberate. “Deal.”

He kisses you again, harder this time, all teeth and tongue and barely restrained hunger.

“Get some sleep, baby,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’ve got a nerd to seduce in the morning.”

You smile into the dark, heart racing.

“And you’ve got one hell of a competition on your hands, Kirstein.”

He chuckles low in his throat, already sliding down your body again, mouth trailing fire.

“Bring it.”