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Armin's cheeks turn bright red as everyone in the room gasps at his confession.
Sitting in Connie's basement, you and your friends are spread out on floor and couch that decorate the space. An empty bottle of wine on the carpet in the middle of the circle you're making points to Sasha on one end, Armin on the other. Her question was innocent, just a simple "How many people have you slept with?". Sasha didn't bother thinking about another question, she would ask the same to everyone who would pick truth instead of dare.
In her own words: no one who picks truth should be allowed to get a good question, if they wanted something fun and original they should have picked dare. Her intention wasn't to embarrass him, she truly just wanted to get it over with and spin the bottle so it lands on someone who was brave enough to choose a dare.
Her eyes widen when she hears Armin's answer.
"Not even a handjob?", Connie asks dumbfounded.
"No.", Armin shakes his head.
Everyone seems surprised by this answer. Sure, Armin wasn't particularly extroverted or someone who verbally showed interest in that type of thing. Random hookups and make out sessions with women he didn't know were things he never showed any intention of doing. You and your friends just took him as a nice, lovely boy that wouldn't dare to hurt a fly.
But this was just unexpected.
Armin had his fair share of attention. His positive, cute demeanor catches the eye of every other girl. Not to mention that he is also very good looking. Many times have you seen him reject girls that would come up to him, not because they were ugly, simply because Armin wasn't someone who had any interest in casual relationships. Still, you'd expect him to at least have had sex with someone.
You remember he had a short fling with some girl from one of your classes. Naturally, everyone assumed that the relationship they had was mostly physical. Armin never confirmed it, he was a private person after all.
"I mean, you had your first kiss right?"
"Jesus Christ, Connie. Yes, I've had my first kiss.", Armin slaps his own forehead at Connie's stupidity.
Sasha laughs at Connie, screaming in his face that he's a dumbass. Jean shuts down the conversation, in favor of not embarrassing Armin any longer. He spins the bottle, it lands on Eren. Their voices are muffled as you get lost in your own thoughts.
Your eyes stay on Armin, scanning his face. You watch as the red in his cheeks disappears when everyone stops asking him uncomfortable questions. His pretty blond hair falls perfectly on his forehead. Big blue eyes watching Eren and Connie kiss, a dare Jean had forced them to do.
Although the kiss happening in front of you is catching the attention of everyone in the room. Your mind is glued on Armin. To everyone else, Armin still being a virgin is a dead conversation. To you, it's the only thing you can think about.
The new information changes a lot of things. Suddenly, Armin isn't just a friend that you think is cute. He is now prey under your gaze, waiting to be caught for the first time in his life. If you had any interest in Armin before, now you couldn't stop until you had him wrapped around your finger.
You could show him a good time. Teach him how to please a woman. Show him that sex can be fun. Help him discover all the fantasies he has never given much thought to. You could do all of that for him. You could be the one he thinks about when he thinks back to his first time. The one always on his mind.
You want it. You want to be the first to touch and feel Armin. You want to be the one to take his virginity. If he wants to, you could rock his world and leave him begging for more. If he says no, you can just pretend it never happened and move on.
Thing is, he won't.
Armin might be the smartest among your friend group, he can pick up on clues faster than everyone else. Time and time again, he's shown that he can read anybody like a book. The only flaw in his perfect brain is that it leaves him unaware of the clues he gives out about himself. And luckily for you, you're just as perceptive as he is.
Armin looks away if you hold eye contact for too long. Not with Sasha, or Connie, or even Mikasa. Mostly with you. He refuses to stare back at you for more than ten seconds, give or take.
Armin hates unexpected physical contact. Except when Eren wraps his arms around his shoulder or when Jean playfully smacks him in the head, that he doesn't mind. He hates when you, specifically, touch him unexpectedly.
He plays with his pen when he's nervous. Though you've only seen it once or twice, coincidentally, it only happens when everyone else leaves and it's just the two of you left alone in the library.
Funny, isn't it? How he can know everything about everyone else just by reading their body language, and yet he's so oblivious about his own.
Maybe your attraction to him began when you realized he had a little crush on you. You couldn't lie, having someone so nervous just because you were around was an enticing thought. You liked that he liked you, and now you can't wait to make him fall deeper and deeper.
You just had to wait for the perfect moment to catch him.
"Thanks for having me over.", you half-throw your books on his bed.
"You don't have to thank me. Make yourself at home.", Armin sits back down on his chair, spinning it to face you.
Sitting down at the edge of his bed, you look at Armin with a smile. His pretty blue eyes shine when the sunlight beams in his face, a loose hoodie covers his shoulders and chest. His sweatpants tighten as the muscle on his legs relaxes. If you didn't know him so well, you wouldn't guess that Armin worked out frequently.
Never taking his shirt off, you've only had the privilege of seeing his arms when it's hot outside and the only way to survive is for him to wear a t-shirt. You remember his arms, bulging out of the sleeves of his shirt. Armin was great at hiding his physique, which makes seeing him shirtless all the more exciting.
You reach to grab your books, opening them at the necessary pages. Armin stays in his place, waiting for you to tell him what's so hard about biology that made you absolutely need his help to understand it.
A couple hours go by. Although it wasn't your priority, you had to admit that this study session actually helped you understand the material a lot better. Armin was a great teacher, patient with you when you asked him to go over the same questions time and time again. He was so kind that you had to press your legs together in hopes of stopping you from getting ridiculously horny.
After deciding on taking a break, you lay on his bed while scrolling through your phone. Armin writes something on his computer, being interrupted by the sound of a notification coming from his phone. He picks it up, sighing dramatically at whatever it was on his screen.
"Everything okay?", you ask, looking up from your phone to look at him.
"Yeah, it's fine. It's just Connie.", he sets his phone down, screen facing away from him.
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. It's fine.", he goes back to typing furiously on his computer.
Whatever Connie told him, really pissed him off. You stand up from his bed and walk over to the chair he is sitting on. Standing behind him, you watch as he writes an essay for a class you don't recognize.
"You can talk to me, if you want."
Armin turns his chair around to face you, an embarrassed yet mad look on his face. His eyebrows furrow with frustration.
"He just can't shut up about what I said the other day. It's really pissing me off.", he admits.
You're glad he was the one to bring it up, it will be easier to get to him if he willingly starts talking about his own sex life.
"About what?", you try your best to pretend you don't know what he's talking about.
Armin looks away from you, like usual, the slightest hint of red appears on his cheeks.
"About being a virgin.", he looks back at you for a second, like he's trying to get a look at your reaction only to look away right after.
"Oh, right. So what?", you cross your arms. You tread carefully, being cautious about what words to use with him. Your intentions might be dishonest, but making Armin uncomfortable was the last thing you wanted to do.
"He just keeps making jokes about it. I mean, I know it's not that common but he acts like it's the end of the world.", he whispers almost like a confession. "I just can't help it if I don't fuck every living thing that crosses my path, like they do."
He goes off on a short rant about it. You can tell he's frustrated but is trying his hardest to hide it. You're in the middle of opening your mouth to reply to him when he suddenly stands up from his chair.
"Sorry. I got carried away. I'm gonna get some water."
Armin quickly realizes that he talked too much, showed that he was way too bothered by this than what he would like to admit. He is quick at making his way to the door, hoping that getting away for a minute will make you forget how pathetic he looked just now. His hand reaches for the door handle when your voice makes his movements stop.
"I know a way to fix your problem."
His head turns slowly to look at you, so wide eyed you thought his eyes would burst out of his face. Armin wasn't an idiot, he understood what you were getting at in a second, but he still couldn't believe that you would suggest something like that.
"What?", he asks, clearly surprised by your sudden interest in him.
You move in a slow fashion towards him, stopping right in front of his body.
"You're smart enough to figure out what I mean, Armin."
Armin just stares at you, his brain going through every reason you might have to be asking him this. He's visibly taken by surprise so you figure he might need a little push.
"Why is it so surprising that I want you?"
"I just didn't think you ever saw me that way.", he stumbles over his own words.
"I have always wondered what goes on in your mind, you know. You're so much more intriguing than everyone else.", your hand finds a place on his chest, gently caressing it through the fabric of his hoodie.
His breathing becomes irregular with your touch. Armin still isn't able to form a coherent sentence.
"Can you really blame me for being interested in you?", your hand reaches to grab his hand that still grips the door handle. You wait for him to say something. He avoids making eye contact with you.
" You don't have to say yes if you don't want to. I just thought you should know how I feel. We can just go back to studying, it's fine.", you drop his hand. Taking a step back to give him some space to think, you give him a small smile - an indicator that everything is fine no matter what his answer is.
You laid your cards down, it was up to Armin to decide now. Even if you came here with hopes of getting your way, going against his wishes is something you will never do. You start to turn your body to go back to his bed when he grabs your wrist.
"No, wait.", he turns you to face him again, this time he his able to meet your eyes with his own. "I want to, I just don't know how to do it."
His words are like music to your ears. Armin is still unsure of what to do as he pulls you closer by your waist. His arms sneak around your body to hold you close.
"Just follow my lead.", you smile at him.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders. Drawing his face closer to yours, your noses touch gently against each other. Armin's heavy and irregular breathing shows you that he's just as nervous as you thought he would be. You smile at him, a gesture that can hopefully help him calm down. His hands grips your waist with a slight press, like you might run away if he let's go even for just a second.
Armin can't believe he is holding you like this, so close to him, so intimate. He let's himself relax when he feels your fingers stroking his hair. He melts with your touch, eyes fluterring close as your mouth gets closer to his.
You press a gentle, short kiss on his lips. Armin leans in closer, silently asking you for more. You give it to him, kissing him again. This time, the kiss is longer, followed by Armin pulling you closer. You pull away for a second just to go back in for another. Progressively, the kisses you share become aggressive, needier. With a slight opening of his lips, Armin slides his tongue inside your mouth.
Shivers run down your spine at his show of iniciative to kiss you deeper. Immediately, you give in, wrapping your tongue around his in a slow but passionate moment. You could melt with just the way his hands hold you so tenderly. Your mouths working together in synchrony makes your pussy throb. He's a good kisser.
You stay like this for a moment, kissing each other with so much desire that it feels impossible to let go of him. Frustration grows each time his tongue dances around your mouth. The heat in between your legs starts to get unbearable as you feel his hands gripping you harder. He doesn't dare to touch you anywhere else, limiting himself to the safe space that is holding you by the waist. You can't handle it anymore, you need to feel his touch on your skin or you might explode right this very second.
Taking it up a notch, you slide your hands under his hoodie, the cold touch of your fingers on his skin makes Armin shiver. His reaction makes you smile against his lips. Trailing lightly right on the waistband of his sweats, your fingers hook on the fabric, fingertips touching his lower stomach, teasing his already half-hard dick.
"Can I pull these down?", you whisper against Armins plump lips.
Stopping to look you in the eyes, he scans your entire face. After a short moment, he nods. Giving you free rein to do whatever you want, Armin drops his arms next to his side, waiting for your next move.
Hand going over the bulge on his pants, you palm his length over the fabric. Eyes never leaving his face, you analyze every single one of his movements. His eyebrows furrow, eyes blinking slower than usual and his pretty pink lips open ever so slightly. You tease him a couple more times, watching as his breathing gets heavier each time.
Not being able to hold on any longer, you hook your fingers on the strings of his sweats, undoing the knot in just one swift move. Armin watches your hands, taking in every movement you make. He watches as your hands grab the waistband of his pants and start slowly sliding them down, just enough so only his underwear covers his member. A very obvious stain of pre-cum is visible on his boxers, you trace the outline of his hard cock with your hand. Armin's fingers hold him against the door, nails gripping at the wood while his open mouth silently begs you for more.
You reach to stroke his light hair, taking the opportunity to gently caress his face.
"Do you want me to touch you?", you whisper.
"Yes.", Armin answers almost immediately, eager to finally feel you relieving him.
"Where?", your nails stroke up and down his lower stomach. Armin looks down, cheeks completely red when he hears your question. You raise your eyebrows, silently urging him to answer you.
"On my, fuck, on my dick."
"Here?", you feel his cock with the palm of your hand.
Armin closes his eyes and breathes out. Slowly, you turn your head to place a delicate kiss on his neck. He tilts his head back, giving you access to more of his skin. This time, you stick your tongue out to lick a stripe over the sweet spot on his neck. At the same time, your hand rapidly sneaks inside his underwear making contact with his skin for the first time. Armin let's out the softest moan, urging you to lick his neck once again. While your tongue is working on kissing the most sensitive parts of his neck, your hand works up and down his cock, giving him his first ever handjob.
As you become more confident with your movements, your mouth moves up to kiss his ear. You lick around his earlobe, making Armin let out the most delicious moan yet. His nails dig harder into the wood of the door behind him. You halt your movements, stopping your hand from touching him.
"Ask for it.", you bite down on his earlobe.
Armin tries his best to control his breathing.
"Suck it. Please.", his voice is high as he let's the words out.
If you had told him he would end the day getting a blowjob from you, he would've never believed you. But now that you're here, hands down his pants, he can say with confidence that he's happy he accepted to give you biology lessons.
You smile when you hear his request. Planting a soft, quick kiss on his lips, your hand cups his face tenderly.
"Good boy.", you say quietly.
Getting down on your knees, you look up at his big blue eyes. Never breaking eye contact, you start shimmying his underwear down. Once you reach the beginning of his thighs, his cock springs up. Long, with some thick veins, pre-cum leaking from his pink head. You take a moment to fully take in what's in front of you. Even if you've seen a few other dicks before, you are almost one hundred percent sure that Armin is the biggest of them all.
There's no way you can fit all of him in your mouth.
You place a kiss on his tip, holding the base with your hand. Still looking up, you give it a little kitten-lick. Armin's eyes divert to the floor next to you.
"I want you looking at me."
He looks back at you with a hint of shyness, cheeks still completely flushed pink. Blue eyes look down at you, flustered, unsure, and above all, filled with so much desire you just want to fuck him right here and right now. But not before you show him what it feels like to get a blowjob.
You roll your tongue out, giving the head of his cock a slow and proper lick. You tongue swirls around it, the faint taste of his pre-cum hitting your taste buds. Moving to the base, you lick up his length, using your own spit to get it nice and wet. You watch as Armin's face contorts, reveling in the feeling of your tongue working up and down.
In a single movement, you take all of his length inside of your mouth. At least all that you can fit. With the help of your hand covering the skin your mouth couldn't reach, you bob your head up and down. Armin let's out a groan, his voice echoes in your ears, so sweet and innocent you almost feel bad for ruining the purity that was left in him. He slaps his hand over his own mouth, partially in disbelief of what is happening.
You reach to grab his hand and place it on top of your head. With your hand on top of his, you push your own head down, teaching him how to help you set the pace he likes the most. Armin hesitates for a second, simply just hovering his hand on top of your head. You go harder, deeper, faster, working on his dick like it's a fucking lollipop.
Armin's hand can barely cover the moans let's out as his dick hits the back of your throat. He let's himself go, finally finding the courage to push your head down. Your eyes fill with tears as his cock invades your mouth mercilessly. Oxigen barely gets to your brain as Armin uses your mouth however he pleases. It seems like he's not even aware that he's ramming into your mouth with such force, the pleasure consumes him interely.
His cock twitches inside your mouth, giving you motivation to hold on a little longer, to let him use you for a couple more seconds. Armin's breathing is irregular, letting out progressively louder moans from his pretty lips. Your eyes roll back, lips plump and spit falling down the sides of your chin. This is just like Armin imagined it would be, dirty, messy, perfect.
His thrusts slow down as hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat. You don't stop, sucking him through the first orgasm he didn't give to himself, his legs quiver as he becomes even more sensitive to your touch. Once you're completely filled up with his cum, he slowly pulls out of you. Armin tries to steady himself, chest heaving up and down trying to regulate his breathing. When his eyes meet yours, you swallow.
He helps you get up, pulling you up by your arms. Before you can even say something to him, he kisses you. Hard, deep, almost like he's thanking you for giving him the pleasure of your mouth. His arms wrap around your body, caging you against his chest. He moves forward, stopping when your ass hits the edge of his desk.
"Sit.", he whispers.
You use your hands to steady yourself on his desk. Leaning your nose against his, you smile.
"What makes you think you can tell me what to-"
"Please. Y/N, please."
That's enough to make your knees weak. Armin begging for you is something you never thought would be so goddamn hot. Without thinking twice, you obey, sitting on top of his desk in one move. The height difference between you is closed, now that you're at eyelevel with him, he goes back for a quick kiss.
His hands roam your body, now more sure of himself than before, you can tell he became comfortable with you. He palms your ass, your thighs, your waist, occasionally going up to stroke your cheek or cup your face. Not once did he stop kissing you. Deciding to give him another push, you take his hands and place them on top of your breasts. Armin's hands caress your tits carefully, pinching and rolling your nipples through the fabric from time to time.
"You're not wearing a bra?", he asks in a low voice.
"Nope.", you plant a kiss on his lips.
Armin's fingers hook on the hem of your shirt.
"Can I take it off?", he begs.
You don't reply, simply lifting your arms up to let him know your answer. He pulls your top over your head, your tits in full display in front of him. He looks at them like a kid in a candy store, you even think you can see a slight sparkle in his eyes. He moves carefully, hand going up your waist stopping just at the beginning of your breast. Armin licks his lips.
He leans to kiss your neck, then your shoulder. You can feel his breathing just over your perked up nipple. In just a second, his mouth dives into your skin. Licking and sucking on your sensitive bud, you tilt your head back in enjoyment. Every movement of his tongue sends chills down your spine, and gets your pussy wetter than before. Armin moves his head to give the same treatment to the other breast, repeating his careful and yet sensual movements.
When he pulls his mouth out of your nipple a string of saliva connects him to you. Your mouth waters at the sight. Pulling him closer, you kiss him again. Full of desire, need, showing him that you're just as excited as he is.
Your eyes widen as you watch him drop down to his knees.
Armin's fingers hook on the waistband of your jeans with hesitation.
"Teach me how to please you.", he asks from his place on the floor in between your thighs.
Armin's innocent face as he looks up at you could almost make you cum. Completely desperate to get a taste of you, to get you going. He yearns to please you, to worship you. You can't help but feel godly as he treats you with such care, and yet all you want is for him to disregard all the respect he as for you and treat you like an absolute slut.
"Take them off me.", you instruct.
His fingers undo the button of your jeans, carefully sliding them past your hips. You lift yourself up to help him. He sets your jeans on the floor next to him. Armin's eyes scan your body, your newly exposed legs and lace underwear, your still wet nipples from the work of his mouth. It's everything he hoped his first time would be, and it's even better that it's with you.
Blue eyes meet yours, waiting patiently for your next order.
You rest your left leg on his shoulder, your right dangling off the desk.
"Kiss.", you nod your head towards your leg propped up on his shoulder. "Slowly."
You lean back, watching carefully as Armin nods in agreement to your orders. He plants a kiss on your thigh, close to your knee.
"Keep going."
Armin kisses lower on your leg, looking back at you in hopes of getting reassurance. You smile, indicating that he's doing a good job so far. He continues, leaving progressively dirtier kisses on your leg. As he moves closer and closer to your dripping cunt, his kisses become open-mouthed with a hint of his tongue and a bit of sucking.
"Keep doing that.", you let him know.
He follows, stopping to suck your flesh just next to your groin. When his face moves to face your clothed pussy, he looks at you again, waiting for instructions.
You smile, reaching your hand to stroke his hair like he's your pet.
"You can leave a little kiss, if you want. And then..", you stroke his cheek with the back of your hand. ".. you can take them off."
Armin plants a long, sweet kiss on your pussy, the fabric of your underwear stopping you from feeling it properly. Still, it was enough to make you shiver. While still maintaining eye contact with you, his hands grab the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.
Taking his time, he watches your face as he slips your panties from under you. When he finally gets them off, he takes a long look at your pussy. Staring at it like it's the best thing he's ever seen in his life, he scoots even closer to your heat.
You don't have time to give him directions. Before you know it, Armin dives in with his mouth.
His tongue licks a stripe up your slit. With his eyes closed, he let's himself follow his instinct, licking and sucking you in ways he believes you would like.
Armin has done his extensive share of research. After Connie picked on him, the first thing he did was look up how to please a woman the right way. He didn't think of himself as less for still being a virgin, rather than that he wanted to prove to Connie that even with no experience he could make a woman cum faster than he ever will. After hours of studying, Armin figured out the basics of making a woman reach an orgasm. And now, he gets to test it on you.
Your head tilts back when his tongue licks your clit once more. He circles it slowly, taking a few seconds to suck on it. Your mouth falls open as a string of choked moans leaves your lips. Armin pays attention to all of them, how they sound, what he's doing at the exact moment they leave your pretty, plump lips. He takes note of what gets you screaming louder for him, what makes your hips jerk closer to his tongue.
In just a few seconds, Armin has figured out exactly how you like it.
As he gains more confidence in his skills, he moves faster, harder. Head buried between your legs, not coming up to get some air for even a second. He takes in your taste, your sounds, the feeling of your skin against his. He can feel himself getting hard again.
Your eyes shut close as the pleasure of his mouth gets overwhelmingly over you. Letting the moans escaping your lips reach an even higher pitch, your legs threaten to close and cage Armin's head between them. He lets you trap him between the flesh of your thighs, barely being able to hear your screams of pleasure anymore.
When his blue orbs meet yours again after some time, the pit in your stomach tightens.
"Yeah, that's it. Fuck. Don't stop."
And he doesn't. Keeping the exact same movement that you love so much, Armin maintains his eyes on you, watching intently. He doesn't want to miss your orgasm. He can't even believe that he's got you like this, screaming and moaning for him like he's the first to ever give you this much pleasure. Armin feels honored just to be able to feel you this close to him.
In a wave of full-body pleasure, your body shakes as your orgasm comes over you. Your legs squeeze Armin impossibly close to you. His name flows out of your mouth so loud he believes his neighbors heard it.
After a while, you finally come down from your high. Armin stands up, cleaning your juices off of his face. Chest going up and down with each breath, you try to steady yourself. When you look up, you're met with Armin's lustful stare.
You both know you're not done yet.
In an instant, he's back to kissing you. Tongue roaming around your mouth with even more passion than before. You get yourself down from his desk, slowly leading him backwards towards his bed. When his knees hit the mattress, he falls back, laying down on his bed. Your legs straddle his hips, never breaking the kiss.
Grinding your hips against his exposed dick, wet and sloppy sounds come from the place where you're now connected.
"Do you want to do this?", you ask.
"Yes.", Armin places a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You sit up on top of him. Taking his cock into your own hands and placing it right on your entrance. Armin holds your waist as his eyes are glued to your pussy. He watches as you slide him inside of you.
Slowly, you sink down on his dick. Both your mouths fall open when you finally manage to take in all his length. You feel him filling up your walls, like something you've never felt before.
Armin watches you like a hawk, not wanting to miss even the slightest detail of his first time.
After adjusting to his intimidating size, you begin to move your hips up and down. Gradually, your movements become more certain. Moving his hips in sync with yours, Armin tried to meet you in the middle. The sound of your skin slapping together is nothing short of pornographic.
In an instant, you feel your second orgasm building up. You're both already spent, having already reached an orgasm just a few moments before. You can tell Armin is not going to be able to last long, his eyebrows already furrowed and a hint of pink on his cheeks you recognize so well.
Armin refuses to believe this is real. That he got the privilege of fucking your tight, pretty cunt. The show you're putting on for him is absolutely mesmerizing. He's impossibly hard, he knows he isn't capable of lasting as long as he hoped for, but you're riding him so good he doesn't even care.
Your hips slam against his. You feel yourself tighten around him as your climax gets closer and closer. Armin is much the same, he let's you know he's close by gripping your hips harder and moaning louder.
At the same time, you both reach your high. Shaking heavily on top of him, you let your body drop to lean on him. Getting your ear close to his chest, you hear his heavy and inconsistent breathing.
You lay like this for a moment, processing what just happened. Armin plants a kiss on your forehead and wraps his arms around you. You close your eyes, letting the wave of tiredness come over you.
A few minutes of silence go by before Armin speaks up again.
"Y/N?", he rakes his fingers through your hair.
"Yes?", you whisper, hand glossing over his chest.
"Did you actually need help with biology?"
You chuckle.
"Not at all."