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prettiest-bloopsy · 3 months ago
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ℐ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝒸ℯ𝓃𝒸𝓎  
𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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(Not my art, credits to the artists)
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Content Warning: Nsfw, Creampie, kinda Cum eating, Public (They are in a library)
Summary: Reader is Ovulating and very horny while studying with Armin.
 Word count: 1,631
Note: Not proofread so there may be some mistakes. This is just a lil something to start my page before I post the actual piece I’m working on😌
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Today wasn't too different from any other,  you were extremely horny seeing as you had been on your ovulation cycle. You and Armin had some classes to study for so you guys booked a study room in the school library for a last-minute study session. 
"Min.." you sighed from next to him. He mindlessly ignored you as he stared down at his work on the table, writing down another answer. His hand rested comfortably on your thigh, holding onto you for comfort like he usually did. "Armin"
"hmm?" Armin looks up at you with the pair of innocent blue eyes that you always managed to fall in love with. "Take a break," you tried to encourage him. "I'm bored and you're not helping." Armin let out a chuckle and began rubbing his hand against your thigh as he spoke. "What about your work though baby?"
You rolled your eyes, you didn't want to and honestly couldn't properly think about your work right now as dirty thoughts flooded your mind. You wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to stuff you to the brim with his cock and fill with his cum until he had no more left to give.
You ignored Armin's question and got straight to the point. "fuck me," you whispered, pulling his head towards yours and looking him in the eyes. "please, I need you now." "Just one more question?" Armin teased, He knew exactly how badly you needed him, but he just liked watching you beg.
He might let you do whatever you wanted outside the bedroom, but in? You were all his. You did whatever the hell that man told you as soon as he had you at his mercy, in a bed, or a bathroom stall, or a corner, or an empty room, didn't matter.
With a huff, you rolled your eyes and nodded your head, completely missing the smirk forming on Armin's face when he began to feel up your inner thighs.
Armin slid the pads of his fingers against your soaked panties before grabbing hold of your wrist pulling you towards him gently and making you sit in his lap. The only thing separating the two of you was the thick fabric of his jeans and your thin panties.
As a small sign to tell you to stop moving, Armin slipped one hand on your waist and the other under your skirt, rubbing small circles against your soaking cunt, warning you to behave seeing as two other people were studying in the room next to them, the walls practically paper thin.
If anyone were to walk in on you two it would just look like you guys were just big on PDA, you listening to music on your boyfriend's lap while he did his work, But what they wouldn’t see was that under the table, Armin was helping you lift your skirt to sit on his now freed and dripping cock.
With a small gasp, You screw your mouth shut when you notice the people in the room start shushing each other trying to make out the sounds coming from your study room. Your mouth clamps onto Armin's shoulder biting him to muffle the sound of your moans.
Armin rubbed your clit as you rocked your hips against him in a circular motion. It was a good thing you were in a private room, or else people would definitely hear the sound of you bouncing up and down on his dick.
"fuckk," you moaned, when his dick rubbed perfectly against your sweet spot, clenching around Armin's cock as your legs trembled. “Shh…Shit”  Armin says his words caught in his throat as his grip on your waist tightens to hold you in place. He loved it when your cunt gripped him like a vice, it made his brain feel foggy to know just how good he was fucking you but he didn't want to slip up and get you both caught.
"j-just like t-that Min," You barely manage to whisper. He pushes his hair back with a hand, sweat sticking to his skin before he pulls out of your cunt and pushes your back against the table pulling your legs up on his shoulders for a new angle, in this position Armin could fuck you dumb and keep your moans muffled. He rubbed his hands against the plush of your thighs as he rubbed his tip against your dripping pussy.
The both of them freeze when they hear the group in the room across from them begin to pack their stuff and head out of the library, finally completing their studying or leaving because they heard the commotion in your study room. They take about a minute or so, and the whole time you are trying to hold your breath from letting a needy whimper out, Armin is still discreetly thrusting into you with very slow but very deep strokes, there was a point you swore you felt him hit your cervix nearly making you cry out before he pressed his lips to yours.
“Shh- can’t have anyone... knowing how slutty you sound, wh-what’ll we tell 'em hmm. That you -fuck-  that you wanted… me to fuck you…so bad you couldn’t… wait” His thrusts are still agonizingly slow but every few words he grinds himself against you, his pelvis pressing against your clit deliciously.
“Or how about we tell ‘em how greedy ur pussy is f’me” He winces, his dick twitching at the thought, you whimper in response “Min pls” you beg needily. Once the pair was gone, Armin knew the study room next door was empty. You let out the loudest moan into the arm of his sweater. "I- fuck Armin," you cried as he sped up his thrust, now repeatedly hitting your G-spot.
"you liked t-that?" He teased, picking up his pace as he skillfully thrust into your sticky cunny. "You liked almost getting caught, huh?" he smirks almost devilishly.
He was completely right, but you weren't gonna tell him that cause he already knew the answer. "F-fuck, Min - ’m gonna cum," you whimpered, throwing your head back and clamping your eyes shut. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten, oh so close to coming undone. To get you to your orgasm faster, Armin pulls your shirt up exposing your covered tits to his eyes.
 He realizes quickly that it's the bra with the disconnecting crisscross straps, his favorite one. He chuckles lightly, using that to his advantage and unhooking one side quickly, popping your titty out of the cup. He licks around the deep brown of your areola before sucking your nipple into his mouth humming at the lewd shocked expression on your face.
The stimulation to your nipple and your pussy had your brain fogged and your legs had turned into jello minutes ago. You closed your eyes as your pussy clenched tightly around his dick feeling your orgasm practically tearing through you.
"'Min!" you moaned as you bit back your pleasured screams, finally feeling yourself cum on his dick. Armin came almost immediately after feeling the grip of your pussy, stuffing your pussy with every drop of his cum that your cunt milked from him, a bit of it leaking out while he was still inside your sensitive pussy, twitching.
Letting out a hum of satisfaction, Armin pulls out of you, replacing his softening dick with his fingers, pressing against your G-spot and sensitive clit simultaneously, you tremble, feeling as if your whole body just took a screenshot as you let out a stuttered gasp. “Ah- shh..shit Armin” you whimper, all he does is chuckle innocently before he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean letting your legs fall to his side as he goes to press his lips to yours nastily, the kiss so messy as you taste a mix of his cum and your juices on his tongue, he pulls away leaving both of you breathless, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
 He helps you stand up so you can put your panties back on. His hair sticking to his sweaty skin, he smiles almost proudly once he sees your dazed expression.
As you pull your panties back up you can feel his cum dripping out of your sticky pussy making you horny again but ignore it for now. Armin helps you sit down in a chair as he starts to pull his boxers back up but before he can pull up his jeans you stop him pushing him into a chair for a quick second. 
 Needily you make out with him grinding yourself on his covered cock, "f-fuck, fuck," Armin whimpered against your lips. You were sure you wanted to go another round after hearing him. “Armin love I think we should go back to your apartment, now” A demand, and Armin is quick to follow through with it once you get off his lap.
He looked down at the wet spot you left on his boxers and groaned before he pulled his jeans all the way up, his dick throbbing in his boxers already.
You lick your lips as you gather all your stuff and put it in your bag, eyeing Armin as he does the same with much speed, you all but smirk knowing round two will happen as soon as the apartment door closes.
“Ready to go Lovely” Armin says, making sure you guys have everything before opening the door to leave, Immediately being met with a staff member.
“Did you two happen to hear the couple that was back here, you know, fornicating?” the staff asks, eyeing you suspiciously. “No, we didn’t hear a thing we were watching a video for our last-minute study. Ewww I can’t believe someone would have the Indecency to do such a thing” You exclaim in faux disgust, and Armin holds back a laugh at your reply.  
“Come on love let's go,” You say looping your arm with Armin as you two walk towards the exit getting stared at by the staff member as you two walk away.
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A/N: I hope you all loved this, feel free to comment on anything or tell me of any spelling mistakes. ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ
I currently have 3 drafts wip 1 for Tamaki Amajiki 1 for Francis Mosses and another 1 that I haven’t put a character too yet.(⁀ᗢ⁀)
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prettiest-bloopsy · 3 months ago
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For any virgins who write smut that are worried about their smut not being realistic or good enough please know that the first time I sucked dick I was going off what I'd read in fanfiction and my partner continues telling me I give the best head he's ever had.
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prettiest-bloopsy · 3 months ago
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𝒲ℯ𝓁𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁ℴℊ
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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎🤭
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
Best read in in dark mode/gothic rave
𝙾𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚡𝚒
𝙸𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟺-𝟻 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝙸'𝚖 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗
𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝙸'𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕
𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜
𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊
𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎
𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎/𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜~(^з^)-♡
𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚏𝚠
𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍
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prettiest-bloopsy · 3 months ago
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𝒲ℯ𝓁𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁ℴℊ
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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎🤭
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
Best read in in dark mode/gothic rave
𝙾𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚡𝚒
𝙸𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟺-𝟻 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝙸'𝚖 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗
𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝙸'𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕
𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜
𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊
𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎
𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎/𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜~(^з^)-♡
𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚏𝚠
𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠
𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍
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prettiest-bloopsy · 8 months ago
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Guys I was on the plane and got bored. I wrote y’all some milkman smut~
Plz enjoy
Francis mosses x reader SMUT
Warnings; Penetration (PinV), orgasm denial, dom! Francis. sub! Reader. afab! Reader.
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This day couldn’t be any more boring than it already is. The Doorman is slumped in their seat, bored out of their mind.
They heard footsteps coming up to the window. It appears to be Francis Mosses. “Mmm, hello”. The usual greeting. Nothing seems off. “ID and Entry card please?”, asks the Doorman. Francis slips the paper under.
Appearance? Normal
Description? On point.
ID? One number is off.
“Hmm, your ID doesn’t fully match the correct one we have here.” The doppelgänger that stood in front of him started to panic. “I-I think you just need to re-read it. That’s m-my ID.” Unusual, he never speaks this much. “I saw your roommate Y/N come home earlier. Let me just give your room a call”. The doorman grabs the rotary phone and rings up Francis’s room, in hopes either you or the real Francis would answer.
The day was about to get just a little less boring.
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“Ngh~ fuck, so tight~” Francis moaned. The second you had come home from the bakery, Francis snuck up behind you and tried to strip you. He had been so horny all day. His one day off and you had to go to work. The milkman needed to give someone his milk~
“Take it, Y/N. Please~ Let me fill you with my milk~ Francis moaned and begged. He pounded your pussy like it was his last day on earth. He had filled you with cream about 3 times already. Yet his cock stayed hard, throbbing for more. He gripped your plush thigh, with the other hand on your chin. Francis's tongue fucked your mouth with passion. “Mmh~ good girl”.
Your tight little cunt didn’t mind. Your legs stayed open and welcome for each thrust of his hips, for each slap of his balls against your ass. You loved him. The way he fucked you gave you life. “Francis~”, you moaned his name for the hundredth time that day. You rubbed your clit as you were on the edge of another climax. It drove his cock wild. It throbbed as he was about to cum again-
“Ring ring!” The rotary phone on the bedside locker buzzed. You reached your hand over to it when all of a sudden it was pinned to the bed. “Don’t, we’re busy”. Francis demanded, getting ready to thrust inside you again. “Francis, if they let a doppelgänger in, the building is dead!” You argued. This annoyed the milkman. He let go of your wrist. “Mmm…Fine, but make it quick. I still have more cum to pump you full with”.
Your body turns away from the milkman. His cock leaves your hole as you pick up the phone. Francis, despite the orgasm denial, had an idea. He wasn’t a huge fan of that doorman, always looking at his Y/N. Maybe he could put him in their place.
“Hello? Ah hi there Mx. Doorma-ah!”. The milkman cheekily slapped your thigh, and your body shivered. “S-sorry. Yes I’m in my apartment. My roomma-”. Francis was sick of you calling him his ‘roommate’ instead of boyfriend. The only reason you did was that it was muscle memory. Francis grabbed the phone from your hand. He used his other hand to pin you down and he started thrusting himself back into you. You let out a scream, which you quickly muffled with your hand along with the other moans.
“Mmm…yes. I’m in my apartment with Y/N”. The clapping of skin could be heard in the background. “Is that all?” The milkman asked. He pounded into you faster, as payback for not letting him finish earlier. “…yes…”. The doorman eventually answered. Francis almost threw the phone back down into its place before gripping both your thighs tight. “Now, you owe me”. He shows no mercy, holds your thighs up and full-on pounds your pussy in.
“You’re…you’re gonna take my cum inside again?…right Y/N?…you’re gonna be a good girl and cum on this cock…?”. You know it’s not a question. It’s a demand.
“Yes Francis….fuuuck~”. Your eyes roll to the back of your head while you release yourself for the 4th time today. Your body sinks into the cum-soaked sheets as you let your boyfriend take over.
“Cumming…fucking…take it” he lets out a massive groan, this cock throbs and twitches as white ropes spew into your cunt. “Yeah…good girl”. Francis slowly continued to thrust, helping ride out his and your orgasm. He almost collapses on top of you when he finishes. He lies on your chest, his cock still buried deep in your womb as he snuggles.
“Always a cuddle bug after sex” You stroked his head and placed a kiss on his forehead. Francis is now completely drained. His baggy eyes stare into yours. “So…tired…”…the milkman mumbles, drifting into a deep slumber. You decide to join him, closing your eyes. You couldn’t ask for a better way to sleep other than having your boyfriend in your arms.
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The Doorman stares at the phone in mortified awe after the real Francis hangs up. They turn to look at the doppelgänger, who is now sweating profusely. “Sorry buddy, you ain’t coming in”. The doorman lifts the clear cover of the red button and pushes it.
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AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 6) (18+)
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☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader
┌─ ✮⭒。 story summary: Armin was tired of being seen as an innocent, goody-two-shoes, little flower boy. Instead, he wanted to be seen in a more romantic and…sexual light. You just couldn’t turn down a sweet boy like him, so you agreed to hone his charms and teach him special…skills.
And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.
└─ ✩⭒。 story #tags: fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, friends w benefits, drama, jealousy, hurt/comfort, manipulative armin, virgin armin, loss of virginity, childhood friends, lots of tension, nerd armin, and then he glows up, love triangles, unrequited love, gaslighting, lots of buildup
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☰ CHAPTER SIX. armin's first
┌─ ✮⭒。 chapter summary: Things get heated. Things get so, so heated.
└─ ✩⭒。 chapter warnings: smut (p in v sex, fingering), fem bodied reader, loss of virginity, petting, literally most of this is foreplay
wc: 9.7k
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In the dim of your living room, your eyes could only see him. And right here, on the plush of your couch, your body only knew his. 
Armin held you, secured you, and grounded you, strong arms snaked around your waist as you became all too aware of your intermingling bodies. The squish of your thighs against his, the unashamed press of your tits against his chest, the weight of his breaths against your lips…
You could still feel the tingle on your lips where he’d last kissed you, a ghost of his touch. 
Above you, the clock ticked louder and louder in your ears, louder than the blood that rushed to muffle your hearing and the pounding of your pulse, a looming reminder that it was late. That you had work in the morning. That you were running out of time. 
That you shouldn’t be doing this.
Another sound intruded on you. A voice, his voice, running rampant in the back of your head.
Will your roommate be home soon?
The fact that he’d asked that question…just what did he want?
And on top of that, you had already confirmed that, no, your roommate wasn’t going to be home any time soon. In fact, she wasn’t going to be home at all, meaning you’d have the entire night with him alone, undisturbed. 
Sitting here, Armin quietly eyed you, curious and content yet half-lidded and torn by lust. He suddenly silenced your thoughts with a kiss, swooping in hard, teeth clashing, causing you to instinctively grab his face to ease him down. 
The kiss oozed of messiness, an exchange of saliva and wet, meshed-together lips that barely held any rhythm. The feeling consumed you fully—the warmth and fervent press of his lips—as you slowly guided him. 
Lost in the intensity, you instinctively swiped your tongue against his bottom lip. He jolted, pulling away. 
You thought that was so cute of him, seeing him like this. So ironically innocent.
“S—sorry,” he stuttered out, a bashful look on his face. 
Your brows furrowed, worried that you had done something wrong. “Did I go too far?”
“No, it’s just….” He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “God, I’m so nervous.”
Squeezing your hands on his shoulders, you reassured him, “It’s okay. We can go slow.” 
“Okay.”
Armin smiled up at you, so sweetly and boyishly—so contradictory to the thoughts you’d been having about him. But even so, he was still nothing like the little boy you’d known. Not when he was gazing at you with that blush, reddened and far-gone, and that glint of lust—that hunger—in his eyes. 
You still couldn’t believe he was here with you. If you’d known you’d be kissing your childhood friend ten years down the line, you’d probably flip out in disbelief. 
But he’d matured so much from then. That boy was nothing like the man under you, holding onto you. Nothing like how tempting and alluring and irresistible he looked right now. 
His palms flexed around your waist, once, then twice, then dragged up the sides of your torso, slowly, almost mindlessly, then back down. Pressed up like this, chest-to-chest, you could feel the racing of his heart so hard that you felt yourself rattling. And even though his hands had stopped shaking, the fast, repetitive thump inside his chest told you more than anything else ever would. 
Sitting in silence, hearts beating out of sync, you let him roam your body like that. Slowly and hesitantly, like he hadn’t quite fully grasped the situation. 
"You're a good friend,” he mumbled quietly, no longer meeting your eyes, fixated on where he was touching you instead. 
Cheeks heating up at the praise, you shuddered with a laugh that sounded a little too strained and nervous. 
You were a good friend? No, he was a good friend. He was the whole reason you wanted to do this in the first place. A good, caring, considerate friend that you would never turn down even if it meant putting your friendship on the line. 
“I trust you. I wouldn’t ask anyone else this,” he continued. 
Breathing in deep, you cupped his face affectionately. “No, please, you’re so good to me. How can I say no to you?” 
His hands stilled, and you could see how his eyes instantly softened. Armin’s right hand fiddled with the hem of your shirt, eyes meeting yours momentarily before darting away. 
“Thank you. So…can we keep going?” 
Your lips lifted into a small smile, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. “Yeah, um. Do you…want to try using tongue now?”
As soon as you’d finished that sentence, you fought down the nervous, embarrassed lump that rose to your throat. It couldn’t get any more straightforward than that. 
“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly and nodded.
“Slowly, okay? We’re just gonna ease into it. When I lick your lips, open your mouth a little. And then after that, it’s like…” You swallowed, tensing. “Um, I don’t really know how to explain it. Just try to match me.” 
He gazed at you with so much anticipation that you could almost taste it. Sliding your hands back onto his shoulders, you latched onto his lips again. 
This time, there wasn’t a rush. Just slow, methodical, and relaxed movement as you relished the softness of his lips. You loved this feeling. Soft and sweet, like him. 
His hands began roaming your body again, starting from the sides of your chest down to the tops of your thighs. His palms slightly brushed the outer parts of your breasts, but it was still nowhere close to where you really wanted him.
You took this as a cue to mimic him, hands gliding down to his biceps where you gave him a light squeeze. Even though you knew he worked out, you were still surprised to feel the dips and tautness of hard muscle. It wasn’t that you forgot, it was that you didn’t normally expect it from Armin, someone usually so nice and mellow. 
As you trailed down his stomach, you could feel the defined ridges of his abs under your splayed palms, and you swore you almost moaned. For someone with such a cute face, he had such a strong body. 
When your tongue finally soothed over his bottom lip, he parted his lips ever-so-slightly. And the moment you slipped your tongue in, he let out a small noise that was so, so quiet. Your tongues met, warm and wet. 
You could tell he was hesitant, but you continued at the same pace, slowly licking into him and swiping your tongue over his. He’d completely stilled, hands etching themselves harder into your waist. As you were letting yourself taste him, something tugged on your heart, weighing heavy. 
Because it dawned on you that you were making out with Armin. 
Something so intimate and passionate like this could only be reserved for lovers, not for friends.
Armin reluctantly slipped his hands under your shirt. Just right there, right at the threshold of your torso and not any further, like he was testing the waters. He held you there, only tasting. Your breath hitched, startled by the warmth of his fingers, but the flow of the kiss remained the same. 
The pressure of his tongue was soothing as it moved against yours, and he was getting the hang of it little by little. And the moment it seemed to click—where it felt like you’d reached the perfect rhythm and the perfect amount of energy—you moaned into his mouth to let him know he was doing good. Thank God he was a fast learner. 
Cradling his neck into your arms and threading your fingers into his hair, you rolled your hips into him experimentally, pelvises meeting. You heard him inhale sharply, but he didn’t break the kiss. He only tightened his hold on you, pushing you down slightly as he rolled his hips, matching you.
The friction felt so undeniably good. You knew he felt good, too, because you could feel the area of his crotch stiffen under you.
It was like that for a while, the two of you grinding on each other, so focused on outdoing the other that the kiss wasn’t even a kiss anymore. Just a mix of messy lips and hitched moans and saliva. So much so that you had to wipe away the drool at the corner of his mouth. 
You were the first to pull away for air. 
“How was it?” he instantly asked, licking his lips. They were swollen, and that gave you the urge to kiss him again. 
“Just a little messy. But good. You did good for your first time.” You laughed. 
He laughed with you, bringing a thumb to swipe over the corner of your mouth. “Sorry about that.” 
Just like that, the two of you shared a cute moment, and you began to think that nothing would change between you—that you two would still be friends and embrace these moments no matter what. 
As the atmosphere from your makeout session died down, you were left with one final thought. 
What now?
“Hey…” you started. You didn’t even know how to word this. Do you know where this is going? Do you even want to keep going? 
You stood up, all too abruptly like you were running on autopilot as your brain tried to catch up with your body, hands detaching from his neck and thighs from his lap. You looked at him warily, wedged between the coffee table and his parted legs.  
Armin frantically stood up, too, half hard in his pants as he reached for your forearm. “Something wrong?”
It was late, you remembered again. 
But now, in this lapse of judgment, you guessed it didn't matter if you should or shouldn't continue. Not when he was staring at you, pleading with his eyes—with his body. You could almost hear his heart thumping out of his chest.
You wondered if he could hear yours, too.
“Um,” you trailed off, wondering how to save yourself.
Before you had the chance to recollect your thoughts, Armin cut you off. “Sorry, um. I mean, I know it’s late…if that’s what you were going to say. I should probably go. You did say I should only stay for a little bit—”
“No—wait, no.” You pressed a palm to his chest. 
Armin subtly tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I thought you had work in the morning?”
“I know, but...” Your eyes trailed down to his crotch, suddenly guilty. “Do you want to stay?”
He regarded you with a look of uncertainty, hands hovering beside your arms like he was about to hold you. “Yeah…?”
“Then…what do you want to do?” It came out in a slight whisper, and you instantly wanted to slap yourself for that question because, one, it was definitely the wrong question. All you wanted was clarity as to whether he knew where this was going, and two, what did you mean by what he wanted to do? 
You could feel his eyes burning into your head, but yours were averted to where the neckline of his tee dipped down to reveal his collarbone.
He gulped. “What do I want to do?” he parroted, breathing in a steady breath. “Um…what do you mean?”
You pursed your lips, knowing you were going to sound desperate. “Was kissing…all you wanted to do?” 
He looked visibly taken aback now, lashes fluttering as his eyes flitted over your form in surprise. 
“No…” 
“Then what?” 
Maybe you really were desperate as you stood here so close to him, pushing your thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache. 
“Well, I think—I think you know,” he mumbled shamefully. “Don’t make me say it.” 
“Say it. Please? I just want to be sure.”
He pursed his lips, too, while contemplating, flushed a deep pink on his cheeks. “I want us to…go the whole way. I want you.” He cleared his throat. “To teach me.”
For a long moment, you were convinced you stopped breathing. 
It was so loud now. Your heartbeat was so unbearably loud, reverberating and bursting through your ears. A breathless silence filled the room.
He didn't waver. Not once. He only gazed straight into your eyes—straight through you, irises deep and blue and overwhelming and darkened by lust. He'd lost that innocent, bright shine long ago.
The beat of your heart only quickened, even quicker than what it already was.
Was this it? Was this the next step? Was this it after all of those needy kisses and flimsy touches and longing, vulnerable stares? 
Nevertheless, a sense of relief washed over you. You wanted this, too, despite the fact that you were risking something precious to you. Something irreversible.
Not that'd you stop now. 
And then you were onto him, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. He returned it just as quickly, rough and intimate. His hands slid to your waist and held you tight against his body while you clung onto him like it was the end of the world. 
Licking his lips teasingly, you murmured in between the kiss, “My room.” 
He broke away a little, muttering a little “okay” before you cut him off by pressing your mouth back onto his. 
When you pulled away, he surprised you with his next words. 
“Can I carry you?” 
Without hesitation, you lightly jumped onto him, and he caught you, carrying you effortlessly in his strong arms. You loved the feeling of his hands on the back of your thighs, firm and warm. He was so surprisingly muscly that you wanted to squeal. 
The walk wasn’t far in your small apartment space, and you quickly found yourself being placed gingerly onto your bed and your limbs untangling from his body. He stood there like he didn’t quite know what to do. You scooted back onto your pillows, beckoning him to come closer. 
“Get on top of me.” You tugged on the front of his tee. “Like this.” 
He stumbled onto your bed, settling in between your legs as his hands braced him up. You tugged him even closer still, and he fell to his forearms. 
You looked up at him only to find him blushing, a dark, rosy color tinting the apples of his cheeks, watching you with eager eyes as his chest heaved with heavy breaths.
Heat bubbled in your stomach. “Are you sure you want to do this? Remember, this is…this is for you. This is about how you feel.” 
“I’m sure,” he answered quickly. 
Then, Armin kissed you for the millionth time tonight, but this time, it was short yet thorough, like he just missed your taste. 
“Kiss me on my neck,” you urged, craning your head. “Just don’t leave any marks.”
Armin dipped down instantly, but he stilled for the next second, hesitantly staring at your neck. The conviction finally hit him and his lips met your skin, ticklish and titillating and warm. He peppered slow kisses along the juncture of your neck, leaving one long, suckling kiss—one hard enough to make you feel good but soft enough not to leave a mark. You could tell he was unsure about his movements, so you softly grabbed him by the hair to bring him to a specific spot. 
“Right—ah—there. Yeah,” you assured him as he gave another suckling kiss. 
“Is this good?” he asked timidly into your skin, and you could feel the tickle of where his lips moved. 
You hummed in response. “It’s good. You’re doing good,” you replied, words tumbling out of your mouth in an awkward way. 
He pulled away, and his eyes raked over your form, suddenly stopping at your chest. While you should’ve been excited, something else happened. Something like dismay filled his eyes as his brows twitched downwards. 
“Is this Eren’s sweater?”
Oh. 
“Yeah?” you weakly breathed out, voice pitched a higher octave than you’d like.
His eyes flitted back to your face again, still strewn with an emotion you couldn’t quite place but knew wasn’t good. 
“Can I take it off?” he asked, pawing the hem of your sweater. He seemed confident almost, but you knew that the barely discernible, nervous strain in the thrum of his voice gave it all away.
You nodded wordlessly like the air had been punched out of your lungs.
Armin grabbed onto the hem of your sweater with both hands, peeling it off you so slowly that you couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or just simply nervous. Your stomach coiled in anticipation the farther he went, with each inch of skin he revealed. He was so agonizingly slow—or maybe you were so impatient that it felt like time had slowed down—yet the rush of cool air against your torso was instant. 
The moment he reached your bra, your heart seemed to beat out of your chest, and you needed to steady your breathing. 
He stopped and looked for only a minuscule second, as if he didn’t dare to stare any longer, and picked up the pace, pushing the last of your sweater above your raised arms. 
“Pants, too,” you whispered softly. 
With shaky hands, Armin obediently worked them off, past the fabric of your panties, all the way down your legs. 
He’d seen you in a bikini before, but it was different this time. You were laid out all nicely in front of him, clad in a bra and thin panties. On your bed, for him. 
The newfound cold nipped everywhere at your skin, goosebumps prodding up your arms and legs. 
“Take my bra off for me.” You said shakily, turning to your side to give him access. “You know how?” 
He laughed out what seemed to be a mix of a chuckle and a scoff. “I’m sure it isn’t hard.” His knuckles brushed the skin of your back as he took hold of the straps and unclasped your bra. You could feel his hands shaking against your back. “Easy.” 
As he slid it off of you, that heavy feeling in your heart resurfaced, and you began to feel self-conscious.
But it was just Armin, you reminded yourself. 
Your upper body was now completely bare to him. The cool of the air swept over your already-hardening nipples. 
Armin only stared at you. Didn’t say a word. Just outright ogled you with raw, unfiltered desire in his eyes as his hands twitched where they were resting near his thighs. 
You grabbed both of his hands, placing his palms directly on your chest. “C’mon. Touch me.”
Gulping hard, he leaned into you, broad, unpracticed hands cupping your tits, squeezing just once. Then his hands started moving, experimentally pushing and squeezing over the plush of your tits, palms grazing over the peaks of your pebbled nipples. 
You clamped your eyes shut, letting yourself go for the moment. It felt so pleasant, just steady friction against your sensitive breasts. 
Armin’s hands were soft—that much you already knew—just as everything else was about him. But while his hands were soft and gentle, his gaze was hard. He was so fixed and focused on you, blue eyes practically dripping with unbridled lust. 
He cupped your tits again, a soft nudge, then his hands slid down the curve of your waist. You could feel the trail of warmth that his fingers left on your skin. It clung to you even as his hands moved away to rest on your abdomen. His thumbs pressed into your skin so briefly that his touch might’ve been a spasm of a finger as the bottoms of his palms grazed against the hem of your panties. 
The warmth followed down the curve of your hips, down your thighs, and down to your knees. You shifted your legs closer to your body, and his hands quickly cupped the underside of your thighs, squeezing once. 
You knew this was his first time, so you let him explore your body as your hand came to his cheek to pull him down for another kiss. His tongue prodded at your lips, and you happily welcomed it. 
His hands were everywhere now—your thighs, your hips, your waist, your shoulders, your neck, your arms. You could tell he was losing rhythm between keeping up with the kiss and touching you, but you couldn’t care less. 
He pulled away first, leaving a string of saliva hanging between your lips. 
“Armin, play with my….” The embarrassment hit you again. You didn’t even want to finish your sentence, but luckily, he seemed to understand. 
“Oh.” His fingers found your tits again, thumbs swiping over your nipples before he lightly pinched them, tugging them upwards. “Like this?” 
You gasped and squirmed. “Yeah. Like that. Just very lightly. Try rolling them between your fingers.” 
His thumb and index finger met with your nipples, and he did what you told him, twisting and rolling your nipples between his fingers. 
That elicited a little whine from you. “Feels nice.” 
Armin continued his ministrations on you as he alternated between tweaking your nipples and groping your tits whole. It was sensual and quiet, save for the sound of your soft moans.
He suddenly sighed, eyes clouded. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered softly and fondly.  
You didn’t answer. Instead, you smiled at him and let your cheeks heat up from his compliment. It caught you off guard. Because somehow, in a suggestive moment like this, he managed to make it sweet. Judging from the tone of his voice, you knew it was genuine. 
Because he was a genuine guy.
You cupped the back of his head and pushed him toward your chest. “Put your mouth here.” 
He doubled back, eyes wide, but didn’t waste another second to envelop his lips onto your chest. He followed your orders so easily—like a dog to its owner—that you couldn’t help but chuckle at the charm of it. 
For a second, you wondered if he needed guidance, but when his tongue laved over your breast, you only held his head tighter as your back arched off the bed in pleasure. His eyelids fluttered shut, feathery, blonde lashes resting against his cheekbones. He kissed your nipple just as he kissed you, licking and sucking meticulously and thoroughly. 
One of the things that you liked about Armin was that he was such an adaptable learner. Took things he learned and applied them somewhere else. Not that any of this required any big skill, but he just did it so well and so quickly. 
You grabbed his hand and brought it to your other nipple, and he quickly understood, playing with you like he did before.
Suddenly, his teeth took hold of your nipple—just a light graze, and you gasped again. You felt the ache between your thighs throb, shamelessly getting wetter. Where did he learn to do that? 
“Okay, that’s—that’s good.” You tapped his cheek. “Over here now.” 
His mouth unlatched with a pop and he switched to the other breast, repeating the same routine. You felt the remnants of his saliva on your skin mix with the cool air, tingling. 
You were sure your panties were drenched now. Sure that the arousal made the fabric stick to you. 
Armin pulled away, licking the spit from his lips, and looked right into your eyes. “Was that okay?” he asked innocently. 
“Mhm,” you hummed, but you were convinced it came out more as a whine. You clutched a handful of the fabric of his tee. “Off.” 
He sat up straighter, surprised but willing. “Off? Okay, okay.” Armin reached behind him to grab the collar of his T-shirt, and in one swift yank, it came off. He threw his shirt on the floor like the rest of your clothes, and you were left to ogle at his body. 
Your eyes raked over the smooth planes of his chest, his slim waist, and the hard, toned stomach where your hands had previously felt. 
Even at pools and beaches, he opted for T-shirts with his swim trunks. And the last time you’d seen him shirtless, he wasn’t this jacked. 
“I never get to see you like this. You’re so—you’re so built.” The fluster was so evident in your voice as you trailed your fingers down his torso. 
He shyly laughed, pink on his cheeks. “Thank you.” 
“You’re so pretty, Armin.” Before the embarrassment and weight of your compliment caught up to you, you quickly grabbed the hem of his jeans. “Take—take this off, too.” 
You eyed the bulge beneath his pants, hard and begging to be freed. 
You gulped. Now you two were really getting into it—seeing and doing something so intimate. You had no problem undressing yourself, but when it came to him…
He nodded as his hands fumbled with the button and zipper, thumbs slotted in between his waistband as he shakily pulled them down. You helped him get them off, anticipation and nervousness coursing through your veins. 
Once his jeans were off, he seemed even bigger now. You could see the clear outline of his dick straining against his boxers, and it was messing with your head. This was your best friend, for crying out loud. Both of your most intimate places were each just a layer away, just inches away. 
“Fuck, I’m so—” His eyes scanned over you, from the eager expression on your face, to your bare tits, and to your legs that were spread to accommodate him. “You don’t know how hard I am right now.” 
You gulped again. “Yeah?” you teased, palming him through his boxers. 
He sharply inhaled and cursed low under his breath, but before you could go any further, he grabbed your wrist. There was a look of worry on his face—maybe it was desperation, you thought—and you wondered if you did something wrong.
“W—wait. I want to know how to make you feel good.” 
Your face morphed into one of surprise. Armin wanted to please you first. 
You felt the arousal creeping up on you. Felt it soaking your panties again. 
You breathed out slowly, and for a second, the words died on your tongue. He was going to see you fully naked. Only a flimsy piece of fabric away from erasing the line between your friendship and this…whatever this was. 
“Yeah, that’s good. Wanting to please your partner first, that is.” You regained your footing. “Help me take them off?” You eyed him innocently and pulled his hands towards your body until his knuckles touched your panties. 
He stared for a moment—definitely at the wet, darkened patch over your crotch. Armin finally took hold of the hem of your panties, fingers hot against the skin of your pelvis. Unblinking, he pulled them down gently, agonizingly slow. You could feel your slick sticking to your panties and the fabric grazing your almost quivering thighs. In an instant, cool air rushed to you. 
His eyes never left you as he pulled your panties past your knees and ankles, so fixated and eager that he made you nervous. The coil in your stomach returned, tense, like it was moments away from bursting. 
You felt like a virgin all over again. You were embarrassed—even though you knew you shouldn’t be because it was just Armin—and on the brink of clamping your legs together, but you couldn’t because his body was right in between you, even closer than you’d noticed before. 
“God, you’re so…” Armin gulped. He was quiet, muttering to himself, struggling to find his words, and nervously pushing his hair back. It fell back messily onto his forehead. “What do I…what do I do now?” 
Clutching his hand between both of your palms, you shaped his hand into a “thumbs up” sign and brought it to your slit, spreading yourself with one hand. “This is the clit. If you…if you didn’t already know.” 
His thumb grazed over your clit, and a twinge of pleasure shot up your lower body. 
“I know.” 
Armin thumbed your clit some more, swiping circles and pressing down lightly. You could feel yourself get wetter by the second.
“Is this good?” he asked. 
“Mhm. A little faster—oh! Yeah, that’s good.” Your hips bucked as he sped up. “You—you could also use your middle and ring finger.” 
You demonstrated with your hand, and he quickly followed, pressing his fingers onto you again. 
This time, he started off slow and worked his way to match the pace from before. 
“A little lower.” And suddenly you were arching off the bed. “Oh! Wait—”
“Am I doing it right?” he interjected, voice shaky. He was watching for your reaction, blue eyes boring into your face. 
You nodded as the pleasure spread through your lower body. He wasn’t the best, but he wasn’t bad in the slightest. He made you feel good, nonetheless. The pads of his fingers were warm and smooth, rubbing all the right ways against your clit. 
“You wanna move down now?” you asked. 
Wordlessly, his eyes flicked down to your entrance, and the urge to clamp your legs shut returned to you again. You were dripping—you had to be, slick with your wetness pooling around your center. He lingered for a second before his attention diverted back onto your face. 
“Show me how.” He said, adamant. 
“Just know that…” Your fingers ghosted over his knuckles. “You don’t have to necessarily make me cum. This is just to stretch me out. To prep for the real thing.”  
He regarded you with a tiny frown and peered at you hungrily through his long lashes. “What if I want to?” 
Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach simmered with warmth. 
“Well, you can.” You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat, unsure of what to say. Taking his hand in yours, you isolated his middle and ring fingers and held them close to your entrance. As you did so, something tingled and churned inside your stomach. Nervousness, you thought, apprehension, maybe. Not in a bad way, but in the way that every next step with him left you remembering just how private and raw this was. 
“Just like that,” you whispered. 
With a gulp, his fingers slid into your soaked cunt. You were so wet and tight, and you knew he could feel it. Feel it envelop his finger, warm and so, so slick. You instinctively clamped down on him as he pushed further. 
“Oh, God…Y-Y/N,” he all but stuttered out. “Is—is this what it…”
The desperation showed clearly on his face: lips parted, brows knitted, and eyes drooping with lust.
You grabbed his wrist. “K—Keep going.” 
His fingers reached their hilt inside of you, and you had to resist squeezing down on him. He felt like no other guy you’d been with. Because he really wasn’t any other guy. 
He pulled them out swiftly, fingers and knuckles now tainted with the remnants of you. “What—what else?” he choked out. 
The absence of his fingers left you wanting more. With your grip still on his wrist, you tugged his hand closer to your center. “Curl your fingers like this. When you’re inside.” You choked, too, and cleared your throat. “Just keep moving.”
“Like this?” He entered you again, gently, and pressed against a spot inside you that drove your hips to lurch off the bed. 
You nodded weakly, whining. “More.” Your hand on his wrist urged him out, pulling backward. Confused, he slightly resisted. But when you pushed him back in, he seemed to understand the hint.  
Armin pressed into you, thrusting his fingers in and curling them right at that sweet spot that had you gasping out. He slid in and out so easily, guided by the slickness of your insides, and worked slowly, almost teasingly, but you squeezed his arm, encouraging him.
“Right there,” you gasped out. “You’re doing so good.” 
He groaned in response, a borderline moan. “H—Here?” And curled right into your G-spot. 
You let out an abrupt gasp, akin to a stuttered breath, hips bucking upwards as pleasure seeped into your insides. His pace was reckless, but the calculated way the pads of his fingers pushed and grazed against your G-spot had your stomach twisting and your heart racing. 
Beside you, you noticed his other hand fisting the bedsheets. Reaching out, you put a hand on top of his. “You okay?” you asked breathily.
Armin glanced up at you, eyes blown out, pupils dilated in such a starved, animalistic way that looked so out of character. He surprised you by lacing his fingers between yours. 
“Can I kiss you? Please?” 
It caught you off guard, but you didn’t get to register your shock before you were crying loud with a particularly hard thrust. “Please. Please.” You didn’t know why he was even asking. 
Armin’s lips crashed onto yours, capturing you in the most heated kiss of the night. Immediately, he dominated the kiss, all spit and tongue, lips hot and molding together with a firm press. His fingers kept fucking into you relentlessly, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds. 
His other hand held yours still, squeezing once before letting go and landing on your waist. 
“Just wanna feel you,” he mumbled. 
Nodding, you strung your hands through his hair as he caressed your waist and tits. His palms grazed over your nipples, making you shudder and bite back a moan. 
The coil inside your stomach winded tight and kept winding tighter and tighter when his fingers hit that spot again. The pleasure swirled through you, wave after wave, your hips lurching off the bed and your hands gripping his hair even tighter. 
You moaned into his mouth. “So close.” 
He groaned, drawn-out, lips wet with saliva, swallowing the noises that came out of your mouth. 
“You’re doing so good,” you praised. 
Armin whimpered at that—whimpered—and picked up the pace, faster, harder. It was sloppy, but it wasn’t imprecise. He flicked up into you so perfectly until you were stretched out and dripping, and until it finally snapped. 
The coil snapped. 
“Armin, I’m—I’m cumming! Don’t stop!”
“Hol—Holy shit, Y/N—”
The coil snapped, and sweet euphoria coursed through you, rushing through you like open floodgates. You gushed onto him in the same way, cunt fluttering against the thickness of his fingers. The feeling hit you like a truck and filled you whole. 
“Can’t believe this is happening,” he mumbled under his breath in a desperate whine. 
You pulled him into a desperate kiss—or was it that he pushed the kiss onto you?—and he dipped down to embrace you. The twitching weight of his clothed cock brushed against your thigh. It wasn’t intentional—at least you didn’t think, but it only reminded you of what was to come next. 
As he slowed down, you felt your cum leaking down his knuckles and onto the bedsheets. 
“Was that…good?” Armin timidly asked between heavy breaths. Above you, he panted like a dog, even more than you, pretty pink lips parted as if he was the one being fucked. So cute. 
You stayed quiet for a moment, relishing in your subsiding orgasm, fatigued and cozy. 
“Mhm. That was amazing. You did amazing for your first time.” 
He visibly relaxed, slumped back onto his heels, and sighed. “Really? Th—Thank you.” 
Even from above you, he looked submissive, face filled with a desperate need. You giggled at his shyness. The irony of it. “Yes, Armin, you…you just made me cum. That’s…”
Uncertainty weighed down on your tongue. Impressive? Was it really impressive, or should it have been expected from him? A part of you knew that he didn’t need any effort. Not because he was somehow a natural or that he was a fast learner, but that it was him, and that gives your body enough stimulation to push itself off the edge. 
Hazy and blinded by your orgasm and the strong presence between your legs, you stopped yourself from dwelling on it any further.
“Y/N, what do I do with this…?” He lifted his hand, still slicked with your fluids. His middle and ring fingers parted further, and your shiny, milky cum stretched between his fingers. The sight almost made you gape, such a contrast to the curiosity and genuine concern brimming in his eyes. 
“Taste it.”
He sent you a look so incredulous and so quick, those blue eyes widened to the depths as if your suggestion meant total absurdity. “Taste it?”
“Taste it. It’s hot when men do that. Or, you could also make the girl taste it,” you pushed, rising from your spot. You grabbed his wrist, leading it closer to his mouth. 
He hesitated and tensed, but when his eyes met yours, you only leaned in, urging him with a look in your eyes. He complied quietly and stuck out his tongue. 
The sight was lewd. His face reddened impossibly more, up to the tips of his ears, as his mouth engulfed his two fingers wholly. He crinkled his nose so subtly that you couldn’t tell what ran through his mind. He tasted your fluids on his tongue, sucked it for a second, then swallowed. 
Armin’s fingers slid out with a little pop, and you didn’t waste another moment to cup his face and pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself when you pressed your tongue against his. He moaned at the sudden intrusion but melted into you easily. You could already feel his improvement as he reciprocated your energy and licked your mouth so nicely that the naturalness of it baffled you. 
A passing thought in your head told you that this might’ve been too much for his first time, but when he dragged his clothed dick against your clit, you knew he enjoyed this as much as you did. You both shivered a little from the contact, prompting him to pull away.
“So…” he started, voice tiny and breathless. “What’s next?” But the way his eyes darted to your bare, leaking pussy and then to the bulge in his boxers suggested he knew exactly what came next. 
You looked, too. Looked at the tight fit of his boxers on his bulging cock. Something about it—the unexpected size of him—made you giddy. Swelled your stomach with an indescribable weirdness. 
“Take your boxers off.” Though you asked him, you couldn’t stop yourself from sneaking your hands to his hips and taking hold of the waistband. “Can I?” 
He nodded hurriedly and gulped, tension and desperation etched on his face. 
You pulled his boxers down, and with a little lift from his hips, you got them down to his strong thighs. Immediately, his cock sprung up against his abdomen, leaking precum that beaded down his red, aching tip. You licked your lips and gulped involuntarily at the sight because he was just so…
“Big…” you whispered softly. 
“What?” He sounded out of it, like his question hadn’t carried any weight, rubbing a palm over his eyelids and pushing it into his hair. Like he couldn’t believe his eyes. An unspoken awkwardness filled the air as Armin removed his boxers completely. “Is—Is something wrong?” 
He sat in front of you, naked in his entirety. Broad, smooth chest, taut, defined abs, muscly arms, thick thighs, and the softest, sweetest face that did not match the rock-hard, needy cock between his legs. 
“Armin, I…I didn’t know you were so…big.” 
He sputtered out, “W—What? I’m—I’m really not.”
He looked so nervous, so unsure. So sweet and so submissive. Instead of answering him, you wrapped both hands around his dick, lightly squeezed, and swiped a thumb over the slit where his precum spilled. You spread it down his shaft, wetting him with his own fluids. 
“Agh…fuck…” he groaned, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. When you started jerking your hands up and down the length of his dick, his head moved forward and his hands came to cup your face. His hips bucked up with every jerk. You sensed his stare, but you were too occupied playing with his pretty dick.
“You’re so beautiful,” he complimented quietly. He gulped so hard you heard the small breath that followed after. “I wish you could see how you look right now.” 
“Yeah?” you teased, looking up at him between your long lashes. His eyes, lidded and drooping with lust, scanned your body, from your face to where your legs parted and revealed your slit. 
“I don’t think you understand how pretty you are to me.” He inhaled sharply and brought a hand to squeeze the area where his shaft met his head, right over where your hand rested. “I could just cum looking at you.” 
You didn’t expect that from him. He was just so obscenely honest, wasn’t he?
“Y/N.” He suddenly stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. “I think—I think that’s good…don’t wanna take the spotlight. I’m here to please you.” 
Your chest warmed at his words, and you fought down the urge to continue pleasing him to release your hands. 
“O—Okay,” you stuttered out, gulping and shivering all in one breath. Your body moved on its own and reached for your nightstand. Deep in the last drawer, stashed behind all of your cluttered knick-knacks, sat an unopened box of condoms. Three, actually.
Shakily, under his watchful gaze, you tore apart a box and unveiled a singular, foiled package. 
"Oh, you have a lot." He stared in mild disbelief, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, eyes crinkling. If you knew any better, you'd think he was smirking under there.
“It's not what it looks like! Sasha gifted it to me as a gag gift. I haven't done anything in a while,” you quickly defended, trailing off quietly at the end. 
He didn’t respond, eyes fixed on the package between your fingers. The air held still, deathly silent beside the sounds of the crinkling wrapper. He had a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, very lightly squeezing. 
“You know how to put on a condom?” you finally spoke up. 
“I think so.” He nodded. 
“Want to do it?” 
He hesitated, and you caught the exact moment an idea clicked in his head. “No. Want you to do it.” 
Something about that riled you up. Something about him watching you. Something about your dainty hands near his aching, needy cock, too impure for the likes of him. 
He whimpered when you started sliding the condom down the length of his cock. The sweet sound of it rang through your ears. Made your heart lurch and your stomach heavy. When you finished, your head lifted to look him in the eyes. His cheeks were flushed so pink you wanted to kiss the color off of them. 
“Ready?” You ignored the way your voice shook, borderline a stutter, and circled your arms around his neck. 
“Yes. Please,” he whined. He was speaking with his eyes—begging with his eyes.
In one fell swoop, you both clambered down onto the sheets. And in this moment, when your eyes met his in a sweet remembrance, it felt like time had stopped, and all the anticipation you’d ever felt plummeted back into the pit of your stomach and built back up all over again. 
He loomed above you, flushed, domineering, and most importantly, nervous.
You only wanted one thing. 
"Please. Need you inside me."
He inhaled a deep, unsteady breath, holding back a whine. 
Then, you felt the tip of his dick brush against the slicked mess of your opening, and you clenched around the empty, ghostly graze. The hands on your thighs pressed into you with a little more pressure at the contact. He was shaking. His whole body was shaking.
“P—Put it in slowly, ‘kay? Don’t want to hurt the other person.” 
Armin listened, and in that final moment of anticipation, he slid in slowly, just the tip. You both gasped at the feeling. You were so, so wet and your heart beat so, so fast and his skin against your skin felt so, so right and so, so warm. The stretch had yet to creep up on you but you were already squirming under his touch. 
He pushed into you, the feeling of him inside warm and fulfilling. He let out a strained “shitttt” as his hands moved to dig into your waist even harder. Eyes squeezed shut, he seemed to lose himself in the pleasure. You could tell by his labored breaths and flushed cheeks that he already was so, so sensitive.
With a final push, he bottomed out, touching a spot deep in you, far deeper than your fingers or his fingers or any other man that had come before him. And God, were you wet. Instinctively, your pussy clenched around him. 
He hissed, pinning you down with his pelvis. “Don’t. Don’t do anything. Please, or I’m going to cum.” 
And then it hit you—that you’d finally done it. That you’d just taken Armin’s virginity. 
You had. 
Shit, you clamped down on him again, and this time, he groaned and abruptly pulled out. 
“Y/N,” he warned, voice drawn with honey. “I am not going to last,” he said, exasperated. 
“It’s okay. It’s your first time.” You placed a hand on his cheek. “Besides, you’re with me. You don’t have to worry about it.” 
He leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your hands, then gave you a small frown. 
“Then how am I supposed to make you feel good?”
“Trust me. You’ll always make me feel good.”
With a cute—yet sinful—smile and a hard swallow, he lined himself up again, hands on your thighs, and gave an experimental thrust.
You whined at the intrusion, reminded again of how he fit so perfectly. How the hardness of his cock dragged so pleasantly against the slickness of your pussy. 
And he did it again and again. Thrusted into you, albeit slowly, again and again. You’d let him intoxicate you again and again until all your body knew was the shape of his cock.
He moved deliberately, relishing every inch sheathed inside of you. He’d pull out with all the time in the world, dick coated in your wetness and eyes locked on where your bodies intertwined, and thrust back in with the most fervor and impatience.
The slowness of it, the intimacy of it—you couldn’t help but buck your hips in hopes of more. 
With soft moans, his thrusts sped up, and without a warning, you felt him fully, the whole weight of him spilling inside of you. His hands slid up to your waist as his head tipped forward. You arched your back into him in a silent plea, finding yourself yearning for his pretty lips, the knot inside of your stomach swelling with pleasure. As if he could read your mind, he drowned your lips in a feverish, hot, kiss, burning your mouth with his tongue. 
Every thrust met with the slap of skin-on-skin and the squelch of your fluids. It echoed through your bedroom walls alongside your muffled, whiny moans. You let yourself sink into the pleasure, letting him know that you felt good—that he made you feel good. 
Because truly, he did nothing wrong; it all felt so right with him. 
As he broke away from the kiss, leaving yet another string of saliva between you two, you took the chance to grab his hand. 
“Play with my body. Like here.” You placed his palm onto your breast, squeezing it with his hand underneath yours. “Or here.” You sensually dragged his hand down to your slicked-up, aching clit. 
Wordlessly, he complied, gulping down a constricted moan that bobbed his Adam’s apple. Armin rubbed your clit like you’d taught him, watching your hips wriggle under his touch.  
As a reward, you tightened around him. Oh, did you like seeing him lose composure. You liked picking him apart. You liked plucking the petals off of this innocent, little flower. And judging from his dazed, barely present expression and the hands gripping hard onto your hips, you knew he liked it too.
He whined again, and the sound rang in the air in a soft whisper. So vocal, wasn’t he?
“Don’t be afraid to make noise. I wanna know how good you feel,” you asserted through lidded eyes. 
Armin hummed a noise of confirmation, but it came out more of a moan as he juggled responding to you and recklessly pounding into you. You could tell he felt good—too good—as did you. 
The ebb and flow of pleasure swam inside you with each fill of his cock into your pussy, waiting to burst. You felt so close yet far away, but you let him experiment, toying with you, trying every angle in both erratic and deliberate ways. 
“Fuck!” you both cursed simultaneously with a perfect thrust into that spot inside of you. Your back arched off the bed unwillingly, arms clasping around his back and nails digging into his skin. 
Armin moaned oh-so-sweetly. “I’m so close!” he panted out, a borderline whine. 
“Cum for me. Please, Armin. Do it.” 
And his hips never stopped. Kept fucking hastily and sloppily into you in chase of his climax and in chase of the sweet yelps pouring out of your mouth. You spurred him on, almost able to taste his final moment. 
But the moment never came. You could hear the relentless, wet smack of your colliding bodies and the mix of low groans and hearty moans tumbling from his lips. His hips still never stopped, still chasing, still tasting. 
You couldn’t believe he lasted this long. He really did want to hold out for you, to make you feel good. 
Mewling again, you tightened your arms around his neck, the warmth scalding but the softness soothing under your fingertips. “Touch me. Please.” 
His fingers pinched your perk nipple before you could even finish your sentence. He rolled the bud around with his thumb and forefinger until he heard you moan, finally laying a palm down to squeeze your entire tit—and squeezed hard. You relished in the way his hand trailed down, slowly, to where he could swipe his fingers over your throbbing clit. 
Right now, all you knew was the shape of his cock. Heat radiated from his body and wrapped around you in a warm embrace. His breath tickled your earlobe, face hovering just above the crook of your neck. 
Oh, please, it felt so good, so intimate. Everything about this. Everything about him. 
"I love you. I love you so much,” he rasped through squeezed-shut eyes.
You looked at him wide-eyed, confused, and spellbound within the haze of lust, so out of that you believed your ears played a trick on you. It slipped out of his lips so wantonly you believed he uttered the words accidentally.
Your room suddenly felt too stuffy and a hundred more degrees hotter. A lone, oddly watchful bead of sweat rolled down your brow. 
It took him only a second of your silence before he started nervously blabbering in your ear. "Um, wait, sorry. Shit. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. I got lost in the moment. I’m sorry.” 
He slowly inched away from you, but you paid no mind and pulled him back onto your lips. 
You didn’t care that, caught so deep in emotion and pleasure, he said “I love you” during sex—during his first time, no less. His first time with you. And now, after it happened, you didn’t care to warn him of that taboo. You wanted to selfishly indulge in the possibility that he’d always say it to you, regardless of who he shared his first time with. 
In your pleasurable bliss, you let yourself give in. “I love you too, Armin.”
He pulled away abruptly, your lips pulling apart with a wet click, disrupting the strange magnetism between the two of you. 
"I'm sorry,” he whispered, then kissed you full force. 
His love seeped into every pore of your body when he started thrusting into you again, full and hard and deep and starved. He didn’t spare you a chance to breathe with the way his mouth and cock engulfed you whole. 
A mixture of whines, moans, and smacks filled your bedroom once more. The pounding rhythm between your legs grew sloppier, though still unyielding and energetic. You wanted to cry out, louder than ever and let your neighbors know because everything felt so unexpectedly good. Armin. Your best friend. 
You ran your hands through his already-messed-up, blonde hair. You loved this look on him, a side of him that people never saw. Disheveled, falling apart, and...crazy.
He leaned back on his knees, still moving his hips, lust-filled eyes a dark, stormy blue that raked over your body. 
And he did something you didn't expect of him—like he let it slip, like he couldn't keep his composure anymore. 
He smirked down at you. 
But you were convinced it was a mere twitch in your delirium, disappearing when you blinked. 
His tip brushed your G-spot again, and you finally did cry out. “Right there! D—Don’t stop!” 
Armin groaned in response, choking on his words, and suddenly laved a tongue over the pulse point in your neck. “You feel—you feel so good! I can’t hold…!”
That coil in your stomach thrashed with the need to burst and taunted you with the promise of an orgasm. You felt tight all over, so constricted with pleasure and emotion and heat. 
“Y/N, you’re driving me crazy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m—”
“M—Me, too! I’m close. Cum for me, please.”  
With one last thrust, he came, moaning loud, spilling hot cum into the condom. You felt him twitch inside you as a gradual warmth filled your insides. 
Fuck, that did it for you. You came right behind him, wrapping your legs around him tight like a vice, white-hot pleasure consuming every vein in your body. In that moment, you kissed him and clamped your eyes shut, focusing hard, your cunt squeezing down on him to wring out the last of his orgasm, fluttering and pulsing so uncontrollably hard. It was like your pussy never wanted to let him go, wanted to relish the last of that feeling of home when his cock rooted deep into your pussy. 
All the while, he spewed praises at you, some dirty, some sweet.
You couldn’t tell how long the two of you took to come down, to stop kissing, for your cunt to stop gushing, and for him to pull out—because it seemed like that moment lasted forever. Your cum coated your pelvis, his pelvis, your thighs, his thighs, and the already-soaked bedsheets.
With bated breaths and shaky hands, he pulled off the condom, tied the latex up, wrapped it in a tissue from your bedside, and threw it onto the floor where it landed among your sparsely scattered clothes. 
Armin slumped down on you, wrapping strong arms around your waist in a suffocating, hot embrace. You gladly welcomed his weight. 
It smelled of sex, sweat, and the dwindling remnants of his cologne.
You laid there, catching your breath. 
You did it. He did it. You finished taking his virginity, and he successfully made you cum during the process. 
And everything left you wondering…
Why was that…good? Sex with a virgin. Sex with your best friend. Did you even teach him enough? Because that was definitely a learning experience for you. The post-orgasm clarity hit you now like a slipper to the face, and you couldn’t wrap your head around what just happened. 
Sleepily, you broke the silence, “Good job, Armin. You did amazing. You’re attentive, a fast learner, and just already so good to me. You made me cum twice. For a virgin.” A hearty laugh parted from your throat as you strung your fingers through his mussed hair. “I guess you aren’t one anymore.”
Armin remained silent. Was he already asleep?
In the quiet darkness, your heart started beating fast, even after the sex. Laying here felt domestic, like somebody made this bed for the two of you to snuggle in tonight, like a real couple. 
Armin, face wedged between your sheets and your shoulder, hugged you impossibly tighter when he shifted to look at you. 
“Thank you. I love you, Y/N.”
He breathed those three words with so much adoration in his eyes, gazing at you longingly beneath his thick, long lashes. The blue of his eyes shone brightly even in the dim lighting and through the hair obscuring his face. 
“I really do love you,” he continued. “Not because of the sex. But because you’re a good friend. Thank you for letting me be vulnerable.”
Oh my gosh. You really didn’t deserve him. You’d exchanged your fair share of sentimental, platonic “I love you’s” to each other, but this one wrenched your heart like no other. Especially after sex. 
He left you at a loss for words. But sleep tugged at your eyelids and your mind screamed at you to clean up and your post-nut clarity still remained unresolved; you couldn’t think of a reply even if you wanted to. 
Even overwhelmed, your heart called out to him and you mustered up something. 
“I’m grateful to have you as a best friend. I love you,” you gritted out. 
Wrong. So, so wrong. Right now, this conversation was getting too emotional for a strictly physical agreement. But you didn’t lie nevertheless, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. 
Feeling grimy, you wriggle under his hold. “We should clean up. It’s good for women to pee after sex.”
As the final rip of the bandaid, he pecked you on your jaw. “I can’t.” 
Your face twisted in confusion, still clouded by tiredness and the daze of lingering thoughts. “You can’t?”
“I can’t help it,” he suddenly mumbled. 
“Armin, what are you—”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence when you felt something poking your thigh, stiff and hard. 
Armin groaned deep in his chest, the sound rumbling against the shell of your ear as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. 
The hands that were once wrapped around your body slowly released their hold and grabbed onto your hips, hard and impatient. Armin started rutting into your thighs, dragging you along with him. 
Your heart stuttered for a moment, in disbelief that he could keep going and that you would have to keep going, but your pussy clenched around nothing at the promise of something more.
“Can’t help it. I’m—I’m hard again.” 
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