𑣲║ ¡Loser Armin! x ¡Popular Reader!
Warnings: oral (both m and f receiving), somewhat guided masturbation, praise, p in v penetration, teasing ofc
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¡Loser Armin! who was a natural early riser. Ever since grade school Armin was use to being first up in his household.
Even when he'd spend all night cramming in information before an exam, he never slept in past eight. His circadian rhythm just forced him to be a natural morning bird no matter the case. Armin did enjoy waking up early so he could begin his day and establish a routine; however, it always sucked whenever the blonde had sleepovers with his friend, Eren.
Eren got up no earlier than half past nine and even then he was a terror. All throughout school Eren's mom would continuously invite Armin over, hoping the boys tranquil character would rub off on her rambunctious child, but it never worked.
By morning Armin would have already been staring at the celling for the past hour while Eren snored. Overall, Armin slowly learned to say he was 'busy' whenever Eren invited him over; afterall, no one enjoys waking up with no blanket, parched, and you know your friend won't be awake for several more hours.
So when Armin did wake up after falling asleep in your bedroom, he wasn't surprised to see you still snoozing. What did surprise him is how your body was half draped over his with your legs tangled. He did not remember falling asleep like that. If anything he remembers specifically letting you scoot to the corner of the bed before climbing in and staying to the other side.
Your head was settled on his collar while a hand laid across his chest and gripped onto the arm by his side. He could feel your soft breaths with every inhale and exhale as he didn't move a muscle.
He tilted his head to just look at the small clock on your side table, only seven, then returned to his original position. Right now technically was the best time to slip out of the room since you may not even remember him bringing you home, but he also didn't want to flee like some raunchy hookup.
Luckily for him, it only took about twenty minutes of subconsciously counting each of your breaths while noting parts of your room until he felt you stir. Your legs shifted and straightened while pulling away from him as you planted a hand on his chest and pushed yourself upwards.
He opened his mouth to speak and quickly explain the situation, for you practically shot up so you must've been frightened by the man in your bed. However, your sudden command, "move," snapped him out of his thoughts. His mind swiftly registered you scrambling out of the bed with your palm firmly planted over you mouth like you were going to— right.
Without a word Armin hopped off of the bed while you ran to the small bathroom connected to your bedroom, not even turning on the lights, and began hurling. Hesitantly Armin forced himself to grab the Asprin bottle and water before starting to walk towards the bathroom.
He just sets down both things and sees your miserable form crumbled up next to the toilet as it flushes.
"Do you want a sip of water?" he suggests, so you can maybe try to get the taste out of your mouth.
Glancing up at him, you didn't ask why he was here even though it was morning. You don't consider questioning why your heels were off and when you wiped your eyes you didn't feel mascara.
"Yeah," you mumbled and took the bottle from his hands and took a swig before spitting it out into the toilet. Finally, you took a regular drink.
Armin just grabbed the pills too and knelt down next to you as he handed them over; subtly pushing some of the shorter hairs that frame your face off of where they'd gotten stick to your damp skin.
Again, you just took the item from his palm and got two out and downed them. The blonde watched while debating if he should say something about last night. You didn't seem all that shocked when you woke up with him beside you, so maybe you did remember?
Cautiously, he asks, "do you remember last night? Us leaving the party I mean."
Pausing for a second, he saw you go still and glance at him, then look straight ahead. Clearly some cogs were turning in your head as you took a moment to think.
"Nope. I think I'm going to have a headache, so you better just leave," you murmured.
Armin stared at you for a moment— why had it taken you so long to answer? He felt the need to press for more. To ask if you didn't even remember going off on that guy; however, he just nodded and stood up.
"Okay, I hope you feel better soon," he whispered, as to not worsen your headache, and then walked out of the bathroom and left your dorm.
¡Loser Armin! who isn't keen on confrontation. He wanted so badly to talk to you about that night and ask if you were rambling drunkenly or if your words had meaning. What held him back was how nervous he felt when considering how you might get upset at his pestering.
You didn't mention that night and it's been two weeks.
He showed up to your dorm after classes some days, like usual, and during lectures you still sat beside him. The both of you still got hot and heavy when you were alone. It's not like you were trying to change and suddenly avoid him, but Armin could feel the tension building.
He didn't dare bring up how you ditched him at the frat.
He didn't even consider asking why you hesitated for so long before answering his question when the both of you were up that morning.
¡Loser Armin! who wasn't always the best with reacting to others emotions. Don't get him wrong, he's not oblivious to whenever he needs to shut up or soften his voice with someone. Some call it manipulative how he'll sweeten the professors up so they'll grade him nicer whenever he has speeches or presentations, but he'd call that just using his devices.
However with you, it felt different. He could tell whenever you're frustrated with work the professor assigned by how your brow would twitch and you'd scoff under your breath more often. He knew whenever he was annoying you through long winded explanations of whatever you asked by how your eyes would drift away from him. He especially knew whenever your friends ticked you off because you'd be rougher when kissing and more demanding.
What he didn't know was this new behavior. It was subtle, such a tiny shift that most people probably wouldn't notice, but he picked up on it.
You use to be all teasing and flirty with him; deliberately trying to make his face red or have him cover his crotch with a random folder during class. Now you were... calmer? Maybe that's the word.
Whatever it was, you were, respectfully, weirding the poor guy out.
Armin had gotten use to the usual rhythm of coming over to your sorority, doing a tiny bit of work, going down on you, then you kicking him out. Now it seemed like the time was mainly filled with you asking him random questions.
"Where are you from again?"
"You've actually known Eren for that long? Eren as in the frat president and not some geek?"
"Have you always lived with your grandparents?"
"What's that manga you mentioned yesterday?"
"How come you're so into science? Are you one of those people better at science and math rather than history and english?"
Basically, Armins been bombarded with more questions within the past week than he thinks he ever has in his whole life.
He's never had a girl take such an actual interest in him, or maybe you were just making note of things to tease him about later. He considered asking Eren about it, but for some reason his situation felt more special when others didn't know.
Eren was still under the impression you were some chick using Armin for good grades— he had no idea about the scandalous things and he would've never guessed. Eventually, the blonde decided to just not tell his friend and instead allow himself to figure things out alone.
¡Loser Armin! who was always a quick learner— especially with you. When those pretty gasps left your mouth while you navigated him, "a little lower," he'd instantly do what you said.
Just moments ago, Armin had been flicking his tongue against your clit while his fingers quickened and he gave longer strokes. He had been practically making out with your clit while your slick coated his chin, but he didn't care.
"Faster," you whimpered out while forcing his head impossibly closer as your fingertips scrapped against his scalp. He just hummed in response before making sure his fingers curled just right— how you taught him to.
It wasn't shocking when he felt your thighs squeeze around his head as your back arched and your walls spasmed around his fingers. Deliciously, like you instructed him, he pumped his finger a bit longer while you rode out your orgasm and he kissed your puffy folds and slick inner thighs.
It was only when you uncurled your fingers from his hair and pulled him away that he finally stopped. His fingers leaving your swollen hole, but he just brings them up to his lips and lewdly licks them clean— that you didn't teach him.
"Do you want it too?" you finally mumbled as your chest rose and fell quickly while staring at the celling. You wouldn't admit it to him, but seeing how he looked with teary eyes from you tugging on his hair to his shiny chin from drool and your own mess would easily fluster you. Not to mention how you could hear him lapping at his two fingers that were thrusting inside you moments ago.
"Mm," he pulls his lips off and a string of saliva attached from his finger to his mouth, "what do you mean?"
"Like, do you want me to suck you off?" you say. Ever since this arrangement started, you hadn't actually tried to get him off. Sure you could tell by the way he'd rut against your mattress, then sit up with a noticeable wet spot on his crotch that he managed to cum; however, you never actually helped him yourself.
In your defense, Armin also never asked you to do such a thing. Never even suggested for you to at least grope him through his pants whenever you two began making out.
"Oh," he whispers and just sat up more, "do you want to?" he then asks. He was always cautious when discussing his pleasure, but whenever it made you feel good he had no questions.
"It's a yes or no question," you snap back a bit harsher than intended. After all, why were you giving him attitude while literally asking if you can give him a blow job. A few seconds passed, so you quickly added: "I'm okay with it. It's about time I repay you somehow."
Your gaze finally landed on his and you could see how wide eyes he was whilst hearing you. You wanted to give him a blow job?
"Yes, I'm okay with it," he replies; a bit too eager but he couldn't recognize that.
"M'kay, lay down then," and then you're trading positions while he laid in the bed and you sat up.
Swiftly, he's laying his head down on the pillows and keeping his hands to his side while you tucked your legs under yourself.
"Guessing you've never done this either," you said while your hands curled around the waistband of his boxers and sweatpants before slowly tugging them downwards.
"Um no.. No I haven't," he somehow manages to stutter while his eyes fixated on you revealing him.
He gets the memo and lifts his hips while you drag down his garments and watch as his dick falls against his lower stomach. From the grinding you'd done on his lap before, you could tell he had a decent size from the bulge; however, you weren't expecting all of this.
His cock was thicker and a bit above average length with a red, angry tip. His blonde hairs around the base were nicely trimmed, but your main attention was on the precum already dribbling down his length. Armin just stared at your facial expression while trying to gather what it meant: did you like it? Or did you expect better?
Your hand just reached out and gently stroked from his base to the head once. Then the pad of your thumb swiped over the tip and smeared the precum— prompting him to suck in air quickly while his hand gripped the sheets. After a few more seconds of silence, your hand released him and instead was shoved right below his chin.
"Spit," you commanded as you watched his eyes widen and nearly flinched when his cock fell back against his abdomen.
He opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately decided against it. He sat up just a bit, closed his mouth while you could see his cheeks slightly move while gathering spit, then leaned over your hand and let it the ball of spit cascade down from his mouth.
Your hand pulled away once you hand some and returned to his length while wrapping your hand around the base, for now it was lubricated.
"Mm good boy," you jokingly teased, but you felt how his cock jumped against your palm. He throbbed against your hand as you gave slow, languid strokes and twisted your hand whenever it met the head, then went back down.
Eventually you spoke up again, "Armin?"
"Mh.. y-yes," he swiftly replies with a tremor in his voice as he tried not to let out the noises threatening to fall out whenever you'd tighten your grip.
"Is this how you jerk yourself off?"
Again, he heavily inhales while you turned your head to look up at him. His cheeks were flushed and pink while he subconsciously nibbled on his lip to stay somewhat composed.
"Speak," you snap when he didn't say anything.
"Yes, yes! It-... it is," his eyes just fall to where your hand glided up and down— eye contact was too much.
"Uh huh? You sure you don't go faster? You're pretty impatient."
"Well.. well maybe I go just," his words cut off when your other hand comes up to scoop under and softly fondle his balls in your palm. A higher pitched groan, which could've counted for a moan, slipped out as he closed his eyes tightly.
" 'Just' what, Armin? I'm trying to talk to you," you watched as his eyes fluttered back open.
"Just a bit faster," he whispered.
Suddenly, you're pulling both hands off of him while you sit up more. He almost whines from the loss of touch as his eyebrows furrow at your rejection.
"Wait did I do—" but you cut off his words; you already knew he'd probably assume he answered 'wrong' and offended you.
He stares at you blankly, then mumbles, "show you how.. I get myself off?"
Without much hesitation, Armin's hand swiftly picks up from where his heavy cock was drooping from weight and gives it a stroke. His eyes were just glued downwards since he didn't know if he should look at you while jerking off, but you quickly affirmed him: "look at me— that's kinda the whole point. Unless you can get off from just staring at yourself?"
"No, I wanna look," his eyes snap up to you as he sees you were already staring at him. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, and he was self conscious you could hear it too.
When you made eye contact, a smile tugged at your lips from seeing his desperate face as he just followed your commands. Although you figure you could throw him a bone, so your hands grab along the hem of your shirt and swiftly tug it off of you: tits exposed. Your bottoms and panties were already off from him eating you out earlier.
"Fuck," you heard him whisper while staring at your breast. His hand picks up and gives brisk strokes that make his balls jiggle every time his wrist meets the base. He speaks up again, his whiny tone prevalent: "can you g-grab them?"
You easily caught on to his words and both hands go up to scoop your tits like he asked. Finally, he lets out a moan while his thighs twitch and his hand twists closer to the head— like you had done earlier.
"You're so so so pretty baby," he whimpered as his eyes dart from your face, to your tits, then to your half visible pussy before going back up. He watches as one of your hands leave your breast and you glide your fingertips down your abdomen until they're between your thighs: rubbing at your sensitive clit which makes you moan softly.
"Keep doing that," he says while staring at how your hand was moving over your nub, "does it feel good? Not as good as when I'm sucking on it, hah, right?"
"No, it feels so much better when you're helping me," you coo back to him as your hips instinctively grind against your hand.
"Shit," he rasped while he arm stuttered, but he kept pumping, "I'm going to–" he started to say, but was cut off.
In an instant your hands left your body and you leaned back down. Your hand pulled his off his cock and instead replaced it with yours; finally taking the tip between your lips.
He gasped and his eyes widened while he watched your lips part and take more of him in your throat.
"W-wait but I'll cum— fuck, sweetheart," his words interrupted by a moan when you slip down more and hollow out your cheeks. Your head keeps bobbing while your hand jerks any excess you can't swallow.
Armin already was about to come when you quickly took him in your mouth, now he knew he was seconds away from it. Your mouth just felt so warm and constricted everytime he bucked his hips up so his tip hit the back of your throat.
"I'm going to– I'm going to, shit–" he babbles as one of his hands gathers your hair so it wasn't in your face anymore and he pressed your head down. You moaned around his tip and the vibrations acted as shock waves.
Finally, you're hollowing your cheeks one last time and you feel his dick twitch before he's gushing cum down your throat. Unhesitatingly, you're swallowing it while some dribbles out of your mouth and down your cheek.
¡Loser Armin! who cannot dodge his friends questions anymore. They were practically closing in on him like hungry sharks or lions.
"So," Connie, another one of his idiotic friends, says while leaning back in the library chair, "heard you've been busy lately."
"Yeah, so have I. That girl you took to the frat seems to be inviting you over more often. Thought you two were just partners on some projects?" Eren interjects.
The blonde scoffs and looks away from the two men who randomly sat down at the library table while he was studying for an upcoming quiz. He knew damn well both of the men must've been looking for him, since neither one of them has ever stepped into a library for its actual purpose.
"So what?" he retorts; he feels oddly defensive over whatever the two of you have going on. He could guess you weren't telling your friends all about it, so he wanted to respect that and do the same.
"Oh nothing," Eren shrugs, "just trying to keep tabs on my dear old pal."
"But if there is something, you could always tell us," quips Connie.
The blonde hesitates but inevitably just shrugs it off: "yeah we hang out sometimes."
"What do you do when you hang out?" Eren inquires.
"Uh work obviously?" Armin says in a sassier tone that makes Eren's eyebrows shoot up and Connie jokingly holding his hands up in surrender.
"Sure, sure. Cause guys just get all defensive when talking about a chick they just 'do class projects' with," Connie says.
"Why are you doing air quotes?" Armin mutters while trying to look back down at his open text book.
"Cause you're full of shit," Armin's eyes just shot back to Connie.
"Are too— hey man!" Eren breaks off this little back and forth by swatting Connie in the back of the head.
"Alright we get it," Eren says while beginning to stand up from the chair, "you don't wanna talk. Fine whatever, but I'll figure it out at some point. Have fun with your... whatever," then he's walking off while waving his hand and Connie follows.
¡Loser Armin! who never in a million years expected a girl, much less you, actually asking him out on something that could resemble a date.
Casually at the end of class, you started soft launching the idea while packing up your pencils and laptop.
"What are you doing after this?" you asked since today was Thursday so you usually had some sorority thing that blocked Armin from coming over. He never complained about your schedule though and how hectic it sometimes got.
"I'm probably just going back to my dorm to catch up on things," he replies while zipping closed one pouch on his backpack before turning to you: "Why?"
"Oh it's just my sorority cancelled the chapter meeting, so I have time if you wanted to go to this cafe with me."
Armin blinks, then blinks harder to ensure this wasn't some dream and that you were actually asking to be seen out in public with just him. At his silence, you look over to see him already staring so you opened your mouth to add its fine if he can't, but he beat you to it.
"Yeah I can go," he rushes out which failed to match the chill, unbothered vibe he wanted.
"What about the things you need to finish up?"
"Oh they'll take no time. I'll go with you," he confirms.
You nod and look away while closing your own bag and standing up: "okay sounds good. Let's just start going now so hopefully there won't be a long line for lunch."
¡Loser Armin! who also never in a million years thought he'd do all the way with a girl he really likes— you.
He can't even remember how it got to this because of how jumbled his thoughts seemed while he kneels between your spread legs as his heavy cock rests over your pussy.
"Armin? You good?" you ask since he's gone quiet ever since you said he can stick it in. Your head rests on the pillows as you watch him look down at you while his hands softly stroke up and down your ankle to your knee.
"Yeah, I am," he whispers back while glancing down at the condom you had him slip on. His eyes then go back up to your face: "are you sure?" he asks again. When all this begun and you told him you're ready to actually have sex, he was quick to ensure you were completely ready. Hell Armin didn't feel ready as he sat between your thighs, but he wanted it so bad.
"I'm sure," you reply. Obviously, Armin was a blaring virgin most anyone could pick out. When you first met him he seemed like a stereotypical nerd from an American 2000's movie, but the more you talked to him you couldn't believe a girl hasn't already jumped at him. He was sweet, painfully so, and everything he did felt methodical and caring. Like whenever he touched you he wasn't relying on basic instinct, but instead watching your reaction to figure out what you'd like most.
He shifts a bit and scoots backwards on his heel while grabbing the mid section of his cock and running the tip up and down your slit. He pumps himself once, twice, then finally edges the head into your fluttering hole.
"Mm, just like that," you praise nicely. Clearly, the poor guy was nervous but you didn't exactly know how to help comfort him. All the other arrogant men you've been with always rushed into things and didn't hesitate, so Armin felt like the first guy taking his time.
"A little more for me baby," you whisper in hopes that your words will affirm to Armin that he's doing it right. His mouth falls open but he's soundless as he sinks in more before bottoming out with a groan.
You feel the stretch as he's engulfed by you. After a second he shifts positions just so he can lean down over you: an arm by your head to trap you in as he hovers. He leans down and quickly captures your lips in a kiss before pulling away and burying his head in your neck. In response, your arms come up and wrap around his back in a hug.
"Sorry, I-I just wanted to kiss you," he whimpered as his hips began to thrust into you. He shifts and leans into you more so he slips one arm under your neck so his forearm was also a pillow. The second arm wiggling its way beneath your shoulder blades so he can keep you close; almost reciprocating your hug.
"It's okay," you turned your head so you could whisper in his ear as your lips ghost it, "go harder."
He shudders against you, but does begin to pick up the speed as he gives it to you faster. The sound of his hips slapping against you fills the room, as well as the sloppy, wet sounds.
"You feel so good," he moans as he kept his head buried in the crook of your neck. His heavy thrusts has his tip hitting against your g spot every time. Your back arches as one leg goes up to curl around his back and waist, also pulling him closer.
"More! More!" you mewled for him and he tries to, he really does, but each time he bottoms out rougher he feels himself teetering on the edge. He couldn't possibly cum before you— even he knew that was an unspoken rule.
His arm around your back tightens as his hand, fingers sprawled out against you, pressed harder into your skin as he tries to not cum. His mind just thinks about the superseded scientific theories he researched about for fun late one night: thermodynamics replaced the phlogiston theory, miasma theory that was advanced for its time eventually being discredited, and different fringe 'scientific' theories.
However each time he felt you clench around him or moan into his ear while whimpering out about how good he's giving it to you, he loses his train of thought.
"A-Armin I'm close," he hears your high pitched, needy voice followed by incoherent babbles.
"Okay, shit, give it to me. Cum on me, b-baby," he whines back as his thrust get sloppier and his balls tighten up while muscles flex.
You, sensing he's also close from how his dick twitches, quickly say: "cum with me," and that's all he needs.
Instantaneously, you feel your release wash over you as Armin shoots ropes of cum into the condom. He already knows the female body can ride out orgasms longer than a man's, so he's continuing to thrust his hips while pulling out of your neck and just kissing you as you're still riding the high.
He's overstimulated already, but your leg presses him into you so he gives a bit more. His lips move against yours as you two make out until you're dizzy when he pulls away. Your leg falls off of his waist and arms fall away from hugging around his back as you just lay there limply. Armin rolls off of you and lays beside you; body still twitching from the orgasm.
"I love you," he suddenly hears you whisper and he stills. Freezing up, he stares at the celling for a second before turning his head to face you. He sees you're already staring at him: waiting for his response.
Your chest still rises and falls quickly, body still tingling from the aftermath, but he sees the small shine over your eyes while you await.
"I love you too," he mumbles back. He watches you pause and stare at him; looking so vulnerable as you lay naked beside the man you finally confessed to. After a second, he sees a small smile grace your face and any anxiety Armin felt from reciprocating vanished.
¡Loser Armin! who has a girlfriend.
His friends, of course, knew about it within three days. When they heard the news, from Armin's mouth, they were quick to slap his back and congratulate him. Teasing him about how they knew something was up.
You also told your friends, and for the most part they were happy for you too. One of them let out a bit of a too judgmental, 'really? him?' and you almost ripped her a new one.
He was seen all around campus with you: the library, mess hall, cafes, you name it. The both of you liked when the other one was close.
Neither of you cared what someone else might say. If anyone tries to offend him, you'd be quick with getting confrontational to where he was quite literally holding you back. Other than that, it was perfect.
You even went over to his dorm once and did tease him about how the rumors were true and he kept different figurines of characters he liked— no half nude ones though. In time, his room gradually was filled with different things that represented you too.
He kept your favorite candle on his bedside table so you could burn it whenever you'd come over. He has a plushie you bought for him that was included in your six month anniversary gift basket. He also had stored condoms in his bed side table and learned, from you, he was to keep one in his wallet at all times.
What he treasures most of all is the pictures the two of you would take and are now hung around his room. It's clear to anyone, the man adores you.
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