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jaylavrainydays · 2 months ago

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𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 cw: g!p, orgasms, pet name(baby), forced kiss, making out, fingering, moaning, missionary, aftercare.

men dni — minors dni.

you’ve always been known as the rich and popular girl at school, who almost all of the boys would fangirl over— maybe even a couple girls.

recently your mom has been bugging you about getting a tutor to get your grades up. you refused repeatedly and told your mom you’d try harder— but she clearly didn’t believe you.

one day, while you were sitting at the dining table playing on your phone and waiting for your mom to finish cooking, the door bell rang. “y/n, go get that!” your mom said— you rolled your eyes at her but did as you were told.

you walked to the front door, opening it. you saw one of your classmates— daniela. she was a total loser and had no friends. but goddamn, she was smart as fuck.

daniela was holding a few textbooks in her arms, her glasses sitting perfectly on her face but she still had the audacity to push them up.

“uhm— i’m here to tutor you.” she said, her voice sounding like she was scared of you, but she was just shy. or maybe she was scared of you, who knows?

“i didn’t hire a tutor.” you said, laughing with little humor before starting to shut the door, but you were stopped by your mom who pulled the door open.

“i hired her.” your mom said, crossing her arms in front of you. “but mom, you’re a grown adult?” you snickered but your mom didn’t find it funny.

“she’s for you, y/n. go sit at the table and get to work.” your mom said, you were speechless. how could you mom go and do this behind your back?

your mom invited daniela in, you didn’t argue with your mom because you didn’t want to get grounded— after all, you had just gotten ungrounded for arguing with your mom.

you were dressed in a loose white graphic t-shirt over a black strappy tank top, paired with dark denim shorts.

of course, you would’ve dressed more differently if you were expecting a guest. but you weren’t at all. but you didn’t really care— it was daniela; the loser.

you sat at the table and daniela sat down next to you, setting down the textbooks. “y/n, i’m sorry for not telling you i was going to be tutoring you..” daniela whispered so your mom wouldn’t hear.

“i don’t really care— let’s just get on with it.” you said, waving your hands in the air then opening one of the textbooks.

daniela was explaining a question to you, but your eyes started to linger on her thighs. her skirt was shirt so it was slightly folded over since she was sitting down.

you bit your lip, finding the view attractive. then you looked up at daniela. finding her quite attractive as well. you bit your lip.

daniela then caught you staring, she cleared her throat to catch your attention again. you looked up at daniela then grabbed her hand.

“mom, we’re going to work in my room.” you said, daniela looked at you confused but didn’t protest.

you made it to your room and she set down the textbooks on your desk. “so— why did we come in here, y/n?”

she asked, but before she could even blink again, you pushed her down on your bed, laying on top of her.

you started to make out with her, she put her hands on your shoulders, about to push you off but you pulled away yourself.

“please, daniela.” you said, looking at her, your lips wet from the contact of hers. daniela nodded then pulled you against her, your lips meeting again.

the kiss was deep and wet, it was like you were in heaven. it was way better than any other boys. you could taste her cherry lip gloss against your lips, turning you on even more.

you kept moaning against her lips, trying to contain yourself so your mom wouldn’t here, but daniela’s lips were too fucking good to not.

your hand reaches to daniela’s skirt— but you feel something.. off?

you look up at her, daniela swallowing her spit hard. “daniela, what is this?” you say your hand not leaving her ‘pussy’.

daniela’s face is as red as a strawberry at this point, you can tell she’s really embarrassed.

“it’s okay, baby.” you say, understanding. you slip her skirt off slowly, seeing her dick. you bite your lip, it was so fucking attractive.

daniela pulled you against her then flipped you over. “y/n, i can’t control myself— you’re so fucking hot.” daniela said, kissing you again

she started to pull down your shorts then take of your shirt. you were already getting wet.

daniela then caressed her hand all the way down your body. her long slender fingers rubbing over your folds. moans escaping your lips.

daniela knew your mom was home, so she put her hands over your mouth— making sure you don’t get caught.

her fingers then slipped into your pussy, you almost screamed against her hand. she pumped her fingers in and out of your pussy, your legs starting to tremble.

“daniela..i’m gonna— fuck.” you said into her hand before you let yourself go, releasing all over her fingers. daniela smirked and licked her fingers clean.

daniela then started to stroke herself before putting her dick against your pussy slowly slipping it in. you moaned loudly but faintly against her hand again.

daniela started to pump her dick in and out of your pussy slowly, before increasing her speed. your hands landed on her shoulders your eyes rolling back into your skull, you never expected daniela to be like this.

your legs started to shake again, your body trembling.

you then came again, but daniela kept going— your legs were trembling and you felt a tear fall from your eye.

“fuck—“ daniela said then pulled out, stroking herself then cuming on your stomach, biting her lip as she watched her release cover your stomach.

daniela then pulled you into a hug, your body still trembling. she then turned over, having you lay on top of her, her hand running through your hair gently.

“i love you.” daniela; the loser, said.

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torasplanet · 2 months ago

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❝𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿.ᐟ❞

NERD! A. ARLERT + PARTY GIRL! F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you and armin have always been close...a little too close some might say but a couple drinks and an edible at a concert makes you grow closer than before.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, fluffy(maybe??) public makeout, public fingering, emo!eren because I haven't seen that before, goth!mikasa, college au, reader can also be perceived as scene, praise, and reader skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; comeback era! i couldn't resist but write a little something after seeing this armin fanart!! creds to @musapylsa for her art!! wrote this in one night

“C’mon, wake up. I can’t do all your work, y’know?” Armin says in your ear as you raise your head to look up at him with a pout. Armin’s cheeks bloom slightly pink at the sight of your messy hair sprawled on your face with that pout.

Sitting up, you groan as you lean back in your chair. “I’m not sleeping. I’m just thinkin’...” You mutter not listening to a single word of this boring ass lecture. You’re too tired, too. All you’ve been thinking about is what to do tonight, it feels like forever since you’ve done something. I mean, yes, you have gone out a lot, but when do you not? You just want to do something with your friends because they’re not party people like you are, well, maybe Eren is, but still not the level you are.

You’ve been so busy thinking about something you all would enjoy. “About what? You never think.” Armin says with a smile as you playfully glare at him. You slowly begin to copy some of his notes as you sigh.

“I was thinking about what to do tonight.” You admit as you lean almost on the blonde’s shoulder to read his handwriting. Armin nearly bursts into flames at how close you are to him, he gets so flustered easily around you. He just can’t help it when you’re so beautiful.

“Didn’t you go out last night? Would it kill you to stay inside for a day?” Armin asks. He doesn’t get how you can constantly go outside and go party, he’s not really a party person. It’s mainly because he doesn’t like being there when you’re talking to other people, he gets jealous, and then he gets upset because he doesn’t have the right to be jealous. Armin’s feelings for you have always been more than a friend’s feelings should be, and to be honest, you have as well.

Those blue eyes and blonde hair have captivated you since high school, and you’ve never made a move, but you can’t help but let your stare linger when he’s around. “Probably. I wanted to do something with you guys because you don’t like parties, and I was thinking about something we could do.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. You know that parties aren’t all college is about, but there has to be some balance between all of that work and the parties, because all of this work is definitely a hassle.

An idea then sparks in your mind. “Oh! We could go to a concert, there’s one happening late tonight!” You say it louder than a whisper. A concert is the perfect idea, all four of you guys have gone to countless concerts together over the years, and it’s been fantastic.

Armin blinks at you through his glasses. “How are you going to manage getting tickets this last minute?” He asks in disbelief. Over the years and all the people that he’s known over the years, you’re the craziest person he’s known; not in the terms of partying or drinking, but because you always have the craziest ideas that always somehow manage to work out.

I mean, what do you mean you’re going to find four tickets to a concert the same day? “I’ll find out somehow. What, you don’t trust me?” You say flirtatiously as you lean close to Armin’s face, watching with glee as his face brightens up with a blush. Armin avoids eye contact with you as he feels his pants getting tighter.

“No, no! I do…I just…I don’t know.” Armin stammers over his words as you just stare up into him, fluttering your eyelashes. You grin and laugh. Armin is such a cutie, you’ve always wanted to make a move on him, but…you’ve been too scared that maybe it would mess up the group. Not to sound cocky but you were sure that he wouldn’t reject you, the way he looks at you, the way he’d be so nervous whenever you were a bit close. You were sure you could have him, but it wasn’t worth losing your other friends over. You just wanted all of you to be friends and…you were waiting for this to pass.

I guess it was taking a bit too long to pass. “Then trust me. We’ll be there tonight.” You say with a grin as you place your hand on his thigh, not missing the hard-on in his jeans and definitely not missing how it gets harder with your fingers placed on the seam of his pant leg.

Armin doubted you, even though he knew that you would find some way to do it. Just when he thought you would never get the tickets for this 8:30 PM concert and it was turning 7:00, he and Eren get that call from you with Mikasa in the background screaming about how fucking lucky the four of you are and how they should get ready. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“I think tonight, I’m definitely gonna make a move on Mikasa,” Eren says as he smudges his eyeliner in the mirror, as Armin pulls his green tee over the white long-sleeve. Armin almost breaks his neck with how fast he turns to Eren. It’s not like it’s that new of a topic, he’s heard Eren drunkenly talking about how fucking hot he thinks Mikasa is but he usually assumed it’s just guy talk. Lots of guys will call their female friends hot and never want to make a move, not because they can’t, but just because he doesn’t want to date her, but Eren has never talked about Mikasa like this before.

“What? You actually are gonna like…ask her out?” Armin says, trying to figure out the right words. He’s been talking the same in terms of this since middle school, if he had a quarter for every time someone would make fun of him for that, he wouldn’t be in student debt right now.

Eren turns his head as he pauses his smudges. “I mean, yeah. You think she’s not into me?” Eren says, turning back toward the mirror. Of course, Armin doesn’t think that everyone he’s ever met has been into Eren. He just thinks that maybe this will create a rift in the friend group, like maybe they’ll start dating and just start doing things on their own and never meet up with him or you ever again.

Armin hums nervously. “No…maybe she does, but like, don’t you think it’ll kind of ruin the group?” Armin asks. Not so much worried about them but about his feelings for you, he’s thought that maybe acting on his feelings would affect all of you guys’ friendship. If Eren doesn’t care and if Mikasa doesn’t care, then maybe that’s a green light.

Eren shrugs. “No, do you think so? I think it’ll just be us but like me and Mikasa are fucking like you and [Y/N].” He says with a teasing tone, which makes Armin blush. Eren had never stopped teasing Armin for his crush on you since he found out about it. Armin always denies it, but Eren does not believe him.

Eren has not believed him since the day he woke up to Armin moaning your name in his sleep. “We’re not! I don’t know why you keep saying that.” Armin says, embarrassed as he rolls his eyes. “And I don’t think it’d be weird…” He finishes as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

The brunette turns around and faces his childhood friend with a smug grin. “Great then…Maybe, I don’t know, maybe you can start tonight. Finally show her that new piercing. Because I’m sure, and Mikasa would be relieved once you two finally get together.” Eren says, gesturing to Armin’s mouth. Armin groans in annoyance. He hadn’t been intentionally hiding his new tongue piercing, you just hadn’t noticed for some reason. I mean, you definitely noticed how in the first few weeks of getting his piercing, he would speak in whispers and barely open his mouth, but after a few excuses, you stopped pushing it.

Armin did not even want the piercing. Eren had convinced him to get it because he was getting his eyebrow pierced and didn’t want to do it alone, claiming that the eyebrow piercing pain would be so harsh, and Armin should get a lighter piercing to help him with it. Armin fell for that bullshit just to have his tongue swollen and painful for weeks while Eren walked around pain free with a new piercing.

“You are so crude. We’re just really close friends, nothing about it.” Armin says, adjusting his glasses. Eren does not buy that excuse whatsoever, but he decides not to push it anymore because it will ultimately end in nothing.

Eren pushes his hair back into a man bun before shrugging. “Whatever, we should head over there, right?” He says, and Armin nods, watching as the man digs in his drawer and slips something in his pocket, but he doesn’t bother to say anything about it.

The two men walk over to the door and open it just to see the two girls in front of it with Mikasa’s hand raised as if she were getting ready to knock. “Oh hey, we were literally about to get you.” She says with a smile on her face, although Armin is having a hard time focusing on her words when he’s too busy staring at you. That skirt is so flowy, and that tank hugs you so nicely that he can’t help but stare at your chest. With how the two of you girls are dressed, he feels as though he’s underdressed with just his dark-washed jeans and his layered shirts.

You notice his gaze on your body and grin, but you don’t say anything about it. “We got drinks. We can pregame on the train. let’s go.” You say, grinning at the boys, smiling a bit too hard at the blonde. You guys would be taking the train if it wasn’t for Eren crashing his fucking car when he was drunk-driving but instead, you’re on the train to a concert.

It doesn’t take too long to get to the train station, and it doesn’t take long for the train to come either. “I know you’re not really a drinker, so you won’t need that much.” You say to Armin as you two sit in a two-seater on the train in front of Eren and Mikasa, who had sat in the same seat. Armin gulps as you open up the bottle before holding it out to him. From how eager you are to drink with him, it makes him think you had a pregame for the pregame. “Open up, baby boy.” You say, grabbing hold of his chin, which makes the blonde’s legs shake in excitement. His hands go to the bottom of his shirt in an effort to pull it down and cover his boner.

Armin opens his mouth as he lifts his head in the air before you begin to pour the alcohol into his mouth until half of it is gone. Your gaze lingers on his Adam's apple bobbing from his swallowing rather than the colored liquid that falls into his mouth. Armin finally swallows the last bit and lets his lips linger on the opening, seemingly drinking down whatever was dripping, and looks at you as his face contorts into one of displeasure as if he had eaten an entire lemon. “Gross. You couldn’t have found a better tasting one?” Armin mutters as he sticks his tongue out in disgust, and there’s a gleam in your eyes.

You look as if you had just seen an angel yourself. “When did you get that?” You ask, almost dazed as you point at the ball on the flat of his tongue.

Armin sucks his tongue back into his mouth as he gulps. “A couple of weeks ago, I think a month. Eren convinced me.” He says with an awkward chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck, still coming back from the awful taste in his mouth.

You think you’ll thank Eren for the rest of your life for this. You feel your panties sticking to your body just at the mere sight of that, and all the thoughts flood through your brain about what he could do with that. “It…it looks good.” You say with a ridiculous, silly smile on your face as you down the rest of the drink. Armin’s eyes linger on your lips wrapped around the opening, it’s almost like an indirect kiss, but it is not enough for him. He needs your lips on his, he needs your lips everywhere on his body.

“You guys want edibles?” Eren says, and Armin nods a bit too fast. Armin has always been more of a smoker rather than a drinker, and by smoker, he means eating edibles. It makes him feel better than drinking because he doesn’t think when he’s high; drinking makes him think so much that he can’t control what he’s saying. He needs to be both to balance it out. “There’s only two, so share,” Eren says, handing the boy a gummy.

Armin smiles before biting half of the gummy and offering it to you. You grin at the boy before leaning down and eating the other half, biting his fingers just a little bit with the most shit-eating smile on your face in the world. Armin is about to cum in his pants if you don’t stop what you’re doing. He knows you know what you’re doing. You know it too. You smile at him before leaning on his side and resting your head against his shoulder.

The blonde has always disliked how much of a tease you were. Grabbing his thigh, lying on him, holding him, you know the things that make him tick, and you know what makes his jeans get tighter, and you use it against him. It makes him so angry, but he can never stay angry with you. How could anyone? “You got those tongue piercings for the girls, huh? Want to learn new tricks to show off?” You say, peering up at Armin, who feels as though the alcohol is already hitting him.

He scoffs, ignoring the heat on his face. “No…I just thought it’d be cool…” Armin says, shrugging his shoulders. Armin won’t lie, well, at least not in his head, he had thought about it a lot. He had thought about you a lot since this tongue piercing. He had thought about how bad he wanted to pry those legs apart and have his fit of blonde locks stuffed between them with his glasses in your hand as the other grabs at his hair as if he’s going to send you into a coma with how the ball of piercing rolls onto your clit.

Your moans would echo into his ears as he tried to stop himself from pouncing on you and ruining you. It’s been the center of his fantasy for a while, he’s dreamt about it while sneaking his hands in his pants, hoping Eren would be out for the rest of the night. Or when he’s in the bathroom with the shower running, trying to cover his whimpers.

“Really? I’m surprised a little pervert like you hasn’t thought of anything like that, I definitely would.” You tease before looking away, but Armin does not miss how your hand lands on his thigh. He furrows his brows as he shuffles in his seat, already feeling the reality in front of him warping slightly. “Oh, we’re here.” You say as you remove your hand before standing from your seat as the train stops.

Armin says nothing as he stands as well and follows the three of you out of the train. You’ve always been touchy, but something about tonight makes him feel different than before. Maybe it’s his talk with Eren earlier and the fact that he knows that neither Eren nor Mikasa would care if anything happened between the two of you. Maybe he will do something tonight. I mean, he’s already seen Eren and Mikasa flirting not so subtly tonight. You don’t care. He doesn’t care. It won’t be that big of a deal.

By the time you four get to the concert, you’re about thirty minutes late and already drunk off your asses with all the bottles gone as well as high. “Oh my god! We got here just in time for the perfect song!” You screech as soon as you get done showing the security the tickets. Grabbing Mikasa’s hand, you drag her into the standing section, stumbling over your feet, listening to her laugh aloud.

The two of you sing aloud with the lyrics, not caring if you can’t feel your throat in the morning or how sore your vocal cords will get. You smile at the black-haired girl as you run your fingers through her hair, which she has let down for once in a while. “You look so pretty tonight!” You scream at her as she smiles with her black lipstick stretching across her lips.

The girl stares at you with glee. “You look even better,” Mikasa says, and you giggle at her. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asks to get closer to whisper to you. The girl glances a few feet in front of you at the boys, particularly Eren, and you notice this and know the secret is about him, so you nod. “I think I wanna…take Eren to bed tonight? We’ve been flirting all night.” Mikasa says with a grin as she briefly licks her lips without her lipstick faltering, not a bit, you might have to ask her what brand that is after all of this happens.

“Really? I mean, I’m not hating but…you don’t think that’ll like fuck up all of our group? Y’know what happened after that whole Sasha and Niccolo thing.” You say. Ever since you’ve witnessed how Sasha, Connie, and Jean have been a tad bit distant since they started dating, you didn’t want that to happen to you four. It’s not like they stopped being friends, but they just weren’t the same as before. That was your biggest fear.

Mikasa shrugged. “I don’t think so. I think it’ll be the same, we won’t make out in front of you all. It’ll be us, but sometimes we’ll do our own thing like normally, y’know?” She says, and you nod before smiling and laughing. Maybe it really isn’t that big of a deal, then if you do something with Armin, now you feel all silly for thinking that all of that time.

“Then yeah. You should, I can get him for you!” You say getting excited about Mikasa finally finding someone for her. For eras and phases of your lives, you’ve heard Mikasa talking about finding her true love, and maybe Eren might not be that person, but you’re still happy for her for finding someone anyway!

Mikasa gasps. “You don’t have to, we can have our time, and then I could do that.” She says, and you shake your head at her words. You don’t take it very personally if she wants to spend time with Eren tonight, because with this newly found information, you have a new mission on hand.

You give her a sly grin this time. “Don’t worry, Armin will entertain me while you deal with emo over there.” You say, and Mikasa returns your grin before leaning forward to gently peck your cheek as a thanks for your actions. It’s not so much a sacrifice, it’s almost like a blessing for Mikasa because you can’t remember the last time she’s gotten some dick.

Slipping away from the girl, you head over to the two boys who are chatting and tap on Eren’s shoulder. “Mika wants you over there.” You say with a smirk on your glossy lips. Eren’s eyes light up with joy, and he shares a look with his best friend before scooting away toward the gothic girl, as you stay where you are watching as he does so. Once they start talking, you shift your gaze over to the boy you’re left with. It seems he had already been staring at you, not sparing a glance for his friend.

“Hey.” You say loud enough he can hear as you gaze up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly. Armin stares at you as if he had never seen you a day in his life with those reddened scleras through the clear glass of his square glasses that hang low on his nose.

'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off. Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth

“Hey.” He says more as a whisper, but you can still hear him. You smile as you hear your favorite song play; you hadn’t even realized it had been playing this entire time. It’s almost the perfect moment for it to settle in.

Oh yeah, don't hold back, let it out. (Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Armin looks so ethereal right now. The green lights from the stage flash behind him, and he stares at you whilst you walk just a bit closer to him. Your arms slink over his shoulders as you sway to the song, and his body slowly follows your own. His hands fall to your hips, holding them as if they belong there and for both of you. Armin swears that he can’t feel anything in this moment except you.

(Nothing is going to change my love for you). Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out. (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you)Don't hold back, let it out

He can’t see anything except your eyes staring at him. He can’t hear anything but your lips whispering the lyrics of the song. Fuck, he can’t even hear the song. You’re the only thing he notices right now. Armin would have it no other way. When your hands fall from his shoulders, his hands fall from your waist as he watches you screech your heart out to the song, knowing that it was your favorite. It was newbie knowledge that it was your favorite. Of course, he’s known this since high school.

(Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Oh yeah, don't hold back

Armin’s heart speeds up as he watches you, his breathing grows faster and harsher as his lips quirk up in the slightest smirk. Eventually, you notice his stare and lack of movement and stare back at him, expecting something to be wrong, but he says nothing. Armin smiles at you as he breathes heavily. The light flashes between his smiles, and almost as if it’s a movie, every time the light gets bright once more, he gets closer. Your heart speeds up as you stand frozen, watching him move.

I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year; I can't remember how it looks inside. So you can picture how my life's been

Armin doesn’t even register what he’s doing; he can barely register that he’s moving, and it’s not because of his lack of sobriety. It’s because of you. All he wants is you, and his body knows it much more than his mind does. “Can I kiss you?” He mutters once he’s face-to-face with you. He can feel your breath on his lips as he stares down at you through his glasses. His tongue pokes from his lips, and he runs it over his lips, making them soft and bouncy.

I went from staring at the same four walls for 21 years, to seein' the whole world in just 12 months. Been gone for so long, I might have just found God

For once, a man has made you anxious. Your hands are shaky along with your thighs, your panties are completely soaked as you stare at the glasses-clad man. Looking to your side, you see that Mikasa and Eren have already begun to make out. Without a thought in your mind, you turn back to Armin, who is patiently awaiting your answer, already knowing what it is. You grab hold of his fogged-up glasses and push them up into his bangs before smashing your lips into his own soft ones.

Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up

You press your lips against his before allowing his tongue to poke into your mouth. His hands grab at your hips harsher than the first time as he presses his body roughly against yours as if there’s a wall behind you that’d support the two of you. Your hands hold onto his jaw as you two make out passionately, moaning and groaning into the kiss. It feels like you’ve been waiting for ages for this, and you have. Armin has as well, and he kisses as such.

Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'. And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls

He’s hungry. Starving almost. His boner pokes you harshly as he tries to get relief by grinding into you. One of his hands falls to your skirt and slowly sneaks up it and between your thighs, which have gotten stuck together at this point. You separate your legs, giving him access to do what he pleases with you. The pads of his fingers slide over your underwear that aren't hiding anything, his finger practically drags along your slit which makes you shiver.

Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones. Probably not if my n*ggas round them up

Armin runs his tongue over your lip, the ball of his tongue ring lingering on your bottom lip before he briefly detaches his lips from yours to look at you. “This all for me?” Armin mutters into your ear as his lips go to your neck. You whine with a nod as you feel his fingers sliding past the band of your panties and sliding them to the side as if they were nothing but a door holding him back from the gift of life. “How many nights you did this to yourself, thinkin’ about me?” Armin whispers to you as his thumb circles around your clit which makes you squirm almost closer your legs on him but a bite on your neck makes you stop.

Probably not if we take 'em to my spot

“Every.” You mutter as his fingers slip into your hole immediately poking at the sweetest spot in your body as he continues to toy with your clit. This sweet spot is what Armin has wanted to poke at his entire life of knowing you. “Every…night.” You moan as he bites and sucks onto your neck rolling his tongue ring over the base of your neck. You feel your release coming closer and closer, and squeeze your legs tight.

Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night. Goddamn, I'm high

“C’mon, be good. Let me make you feel good.” Armin mutters flirtatiously to you as his fingers move faster inside of you, chasing that release almost as if it’s his own. He wants it to be his own but from how hard his dick is inside of his boxers, he’s sure he can get it just from watching your face twist and having your thighs trap his hands.

My doctor told me to stop. And he gave me somethin' to pop

You mutter apologies as you grip onto his shoulders, rocking your hips into his hand desperately as if it’s your first orgasm ever. “Armin, I’m cumming. Oh god, I love you so much. Please, ugh!”

You moan louder than you anticipated, but you’re sure no one can hear you, and even if they can, they don’t care. “Uhn! ‘Min!” You mewl into him as you come undone all onto his hand, filthying his fingers and the insides of your thighs.

And I mix it up with some Adderall. And I wait to get to the top

“That’s it. So good for me. My pretty girl.” Armin says as he slowly pulls his hands from you, as you whine, wanting another one. You want more and more until you can’t take it anymore. Armin groans as he shows you your slick all over his fingers as it shines in the flashing lights. He ticks that pierced tongue of his out, and you drowsily gaze at the piercing and how his fingers slide onto his tongue, and your slick paints his pink tongue along with the silver ball. He sucks on his fingers moaning at your taste.

And I mix it up with some alcohol, and I pour it up in a shot. I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?

The sweetest taste he’d ever had. He can’t tell if it actually tastes that amazing or if it’s fascination for you taking over his entire body, even if his taste buds. “Tastes so nice.” He says, looking at you with those half-lidded eyes. You stare at him and tiredly shove his glasses back onto his face, missing the nerdy look of the man. He leans forward and kisses you once more with the same passionate feeling but less roughness. Less neediness because he has you.

All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke. Last week was my rough week

Armin has never been one to get what he wants in this world, and he certainly did not think he would be able to score a girl he’s had a crush on since sophomore year, but here he is. He can say he’s won at life officially. Jean, Eren, and Connie’s sex stories have nothing on this, he doesn’t care what they have to say. Armin’s lips leave yours, and you whine at the missing feeling, making him grin. “Want to be my girlfriend?” He asks, putting his hand on your waist.

I'm still drippin' down from my nose. And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high

You roll your eyes at him. “I just told you I loved you when you were fingering me, is that even a question?” You say as you huff out a breath, still coming down from your orgasm that Armin had just provided for you.

But if he goes under that 110, believe my driver will get fired. And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork

Armin laughs and hugs you with no words coming from him. “I’m glad I wasn’t just a hit and miss.” He mutters, and you smile. Armin could never be a hit and miss for you, you knew that the day you had Armin you wouldn’t desire to have anyone else and for a guy who looks and talks as though he has never felt a woman’s touch or anyone’s touch for that matter, he knows how to work his fingers pretty fucking well. Maybe all those wet dreams he had and all that porn did something right.

And I'm posted up down in Florida. Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA

He eventually detaches his form from you and just lets one arm wrap around your waist as he focuses on the concert for once this night, even though he still cannot believe what he has achieved tonight. Looking over, he sees Eren, who briefly looks over at him, and they share a look. Eren bites his lip and looks over at you with raised eyebrows, and Armin grins at him, not noticing how you and Mikasa share the same look.

Cold drinks with Grand Marnier. To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk

Mikasa gives you a thumbs-up, which switches to a thumbs-down, asking how it went, but you’re so exhausted that you cannot even lift your arm. You give your friend a sleepy smile as you lean further into Armin and watch the dots connect in her mind until she grins at you. Still, you don’t think she’ll understand what has just happened, let alone the feeling of it all, not only pleasure-wise but mentally. Maybe she’ll just have to hear about it on a rant tomorrow because you’re definitely not letting Armin leave your side until he’s under the blankets with you.

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