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Tease pt.1
Nerd!Armin x Reader
tags: teasing, drinking, tongue piercing (obviously), semi-public sex, oral fixation, cunnilingus, edging, breath play, overstimulation, gagging, mirror play, biting, mild pain play, smut

inspired by fanart from: @musapylsa
→ pt.2
You were called by your lecturer to wait along with Armin. “Yes, professor?” you said while impatiently waiting to leave class. “Your last assignment was lacking. So, I’m assigning Armin here to tutor you for a few weeks” he said while looking through some papers. You looked over at Armin who was looking at the lecturer absent-mindedly. “Is that okay with you Armin?” the lecturer asked looking up from the papers. “Yes, all good with me.” he piqued while nodding. You didn't have it in you to ask whether that was really necessary. “Alright, thank you professor. Have a good day” you said wanting to hurriedly leave. You walked out of the class not waiting to hear a response because you didn't have any interest in doing the tutoring lessons.
However, Armin on the other hand took any tutoring requests seriously. “Hey, wait up.” he lightly jogged towards you to catch up with you. “Listen Armin, I know you’re a teacher's pet or whatever but I don’t need tutoring lessons so I have to go now.” You said annoyedly. “Yeah well it’s not convenient for me either but I have to do it or else he will question my capability if he sees that your grades are still bad.” He said bluntly. You stared at him blankly, mouth ajar in shock because you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward. You always considered him to be a pushover because of how he looked. “Okay fine, let’s go to the library now if so. I have somewhere to be tonight.” He nodded and began following you to the library.
You sat across him at the table, legs crossed and bouncing under the table. You were bored out of your mind and your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing but he already gave you an annoyed look because of it so you took it off the table and kept it in your bag. Instead of looking at the words written on his book, you kept glancing towards his hand moving on it. He has really beautiful hands, you wondered and your mind wandered to what he can do with it. He then slammed his hand on the book to get your attention which pulled you out of your trance making you look up at him. “Are you even paying attention?” He said with a hint of sternness which you wouldn’t have caught if he didn’t have your full attention. “Um, yeah of course. Why would you think I’m not paying attention?” You said while giving a half hearted chuckle. He just gave you a light glare and continued on with the tutoring. You sat there intrigued by this side of him which you didn’t know existed. Heck, you even felt a bit attracted and wanted to know him more because of it. While teaching, he stretched his leg towards you brushing past your ankle. He looked up from the book to see you squirm a bit with a soft blush spread across your cheeks. He knew you were staring at his hands and he wanted to mess with you a bit more but thought it would be too mean to do so on the first day itself
After an hour, Armin decided to wrap up because he didn’t want to overwhelm you with the content by teaching everything on the same day. “I’ll be leaving now. See you tomorrow. Same time, same place.” He said while packing up. You didn’t even realize an hour went by. “Oh, uh sure yeah. See you tomorrow.” When he walked away you kept staring at his back. Though he wasn’t the tallest, you also didn’t realize that he had kind of a lean build under the baggy t-shirts that he wear.
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Next day you meet him at the same time, same place wearing quite a raunchy outfit you’d say. After all, you were going clubbing after this with some of your girlfriends. He glanced you up and down before pulling out and patting on the chair next to him today. You walked over and sat on it feeling a bit proud that you made a nerd like him check you out since you have never seen him talk to any girls before. You pulled the chair closer towards him and the table to settle in. “Shall we begin?” You asked him innocently with a smile on your lips. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses further on his nose bridge and nodded.
Almost half an hour into the tutoring, you started to feel bored from just looking at how his hands moved on the book with the pencil and how his adam's apple moved up and down as he kept teaching you the content. On the other hand, Armin also kept stealing glances at your chest that were slightly spilling out from your V neck top. He snapped out from both tutoring and taking looks when he felt your warm thigh press against his from the side. You moved closer towards him, both your arms slightly brushing against each other. Armin didn’t like this teasing as much as you thought he would. Solely for the reason that it wouldn’t be right to lean over to kiss and ruin you for trying to push him over the edge. He gripped the pencil even more, knuckles turning white. He continued teaching while she stared at the book. He moved towards your neck, ever so slightly just to make you feel his hot breath on your neck as he spoke. You felt yourself squirming and becoming breathless with unholy ideas running through your mind. You couldn’t take it anymore and moved your chair a bit away from him. You couldn’t risk ruining your black lace panties before the night even began.
Time passed slower than yesterday and he wrapped up. “Any plans for tonight?” You asked him curiously. “No, you?” He answered a bit surprised that you wondered about his personal life. “Yeah, I’m going to a club with some friends” You answered as you watched him pack up. “Enjoy if so. I’ll text you next week about tutoring. Goodnight.” He answered and walked away not waiting for your reply since you both exchanged numbers yesterday at the beginning of the tutoring session. You watched him walk away but was snapped out of it when you felt your phone buzz. When you moved towards the table to look at your phone screen, Armin stopped walking and turned his head a bit to take one more glance at your bare legs as you wore a mini jean skirt only. He left with a head full of dirty thoughts.
As he walked towards his dorm room, Eren stopped him just to drag him to a club. Armin has said no enough times but lost a bet the last time they hung out so he had no choice but to go with Eren after dropping his bag off in his room.
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You entered the club lit in a purple hue of lights with white lights brightly flashing in different spots. You head to the bar and wait while your most confident friend chatted up some guy named Jean and got him to buy you all some drinks. While you were enjoying the drinks and dancing around, at the corner of your eye you spotted a certain blonde in the same green shirt you saw him in earlier. You thought to yourself that you might or might not be mistaken so you decide to follow the blonde you saw. He stood near a round high table with a goth girl and a frat boy clinking drinks. You watched as he downed the shot with ease and felt the burn of it in his throat reflecting on his face. He then turned around and you were right, it was Armin.
You felt quite shocked and a bit betrayed if you were being honest. Because the good boy image of him that you had in your head wasn’t somewhat true, but it also made you want to approach him. Yet for some reason, now that you find him attractive you felt awfully nervous. You turned around towards where your friends were and began walking away, until you felt a hand grab your wrist. You quickly turned around just to see Armin holding your wrist with his cheeks flushed pink.
He led you to the side a bit away from the crowd and leaned towards your ear to say “Can I kiss you?”. He caught you off guard and before you could register what he said, you felt your head nod. He leaned towards your face and began slowly pecking while holding your waist. Your hands roamed on his body and gripped his shirt to pull him closer. He felt the urge to deepen the kiss so he grabbed you by the back of your throat and tilted his head to the side so that his glasses won’t dig into your cheeks too much. You took a deep breath and began kissing him back deeply while your hand planted onto his hair pushing him closer. You felt his tongue swipe on your lips indicating you to open your mouth, and when you did his tongue began roaming your mouth like it was inspecting the inside.
Suddenly, you felt a warm metal in your mouth and you pulled away wondering what it was. Armin felt your body stiffen up as you pulled away and he knew exactly what it was. He knew that you felt his tongue piercing which was a surprise to you. Before he went in for another, he took one of your hands 2 fingers to make you swipe on his tongue to make you feel his piercing after he stuck his tongue out to show it. Your eyes widened because you didn't expect him to have such a provocative piercing. You moved your hand to the side of his face to grab it towards you to go for another kiss. This time you felt confident and he felt impatient to feel your lips again.
Both of you kissed for what felt like hours before you started dragging him to an out of order washroom. It hasn’t been in use for months because of a shattered mirror so it was convenient.
You entered with him and locked the door before heading towards the countertops. You started leaving kisses and hickeys on his neck while your hand roamed on his body under the shirt inching towards his growing bulge. He let out soft whimpers and moans while breathing heavily and gripping the edge of the countertops. You palmed his bulge over his jeans just to tease him, making him buck his hips up towards your palm. You let out a quiet giggle seeing his reaction and he knew you’d be just teasing him for way too long if he let you.
So he moved his hand towards the hem of your skirt and lifted it up revealing your lacy panties. The thought of you wearing it earlier to the tutoring lesson when you both teased each other made him feral. He moved his fingers to your heat over the panties making you bite your lips and breathe towards his neck. He felt himself lean towards your hot breath as he rubbed slow circles on your clit. You wanted to release so bad at this point you couldn’t be bothered to palm his bulge. Instead your hand reached towards his wrist to keep it still as you humped his hand.
To your dismay, he moved his hand away and made you lean on the countertop instead. He reached to your top to pull it down to your waist leaving your matching bra on. He grabbed one of your boobs while he left kisses and nibbles on the other leaving your nipple alone just to edge you. He moved one of his legs in between yours making you straddle it leaving you on your tip toes. Your heat was now on his thigh making you move your hips involuntarily. He kept pushing his leg towards you just to apply pressure. You felt your eyes roll back as you rode his thigh trying to catch your release, but as soon as you got close he moved his leg away making you whine.
He unclipped your bra from the back and circled your nipple with his tongue. The feel of his tongue piercing cold on your nipples made it even harder than before. After doing so for a bit, he began squatting down, leaving soft nibbles and feeling all your curves with the same hands that you were dreaming about since yesterday. His face finally reached your heat and he looked up at you while hiking your skirt up. He then gripped your panties from the sides to pull them down and off your legs just to stuff it in his pocket. You felt a bit shy now that you were bare and more naked than him. However, all that embarrassed thoughts went out the window when he began licking your clit with his tongue and caressing your folds with his fingers. You let out a moan feeling the touch you have been edged for too long. “So wet. Just for me.” He slightly smirked against your folds as he whispered just enough for you to hear. You felt your cheeks heat up more than you thought were possible when you heard. Not a minute later, he began eating you out as if it’s the first meal he’s having today. Your hand gripped his hair pulling his face towards your heat just to ride it. The way his cold tongue piercing kept hitting different areas of your heat made you lose your mind. Not too long after that, you felt yourself reach your first climax which washed over you making you feel so much pent up relief, but as you were catching your breath, Armin had other thoughts than to let you rest.
He felt your folds even wetter than before and plunged a finger deep in you making you pull his hair a bit harder than you wanted to. The thing about him though is that he loves and can handle pain very well. One reason why he has the piercing that he has. He added 1 more finger and began fucking you at a fast pace making you overstimulated. He stood up while still having his fingers in you and began kissing you while resting his other hand on your throat with a light pressure at the right spots. You felt yourself having a hard time to breathe because of it along with the pleasure he was giving you. He moved his lips away from yours and began leaving hickeys on very visible areas but you were seeing stars at this point so you could care less. You felt another climax approach soon and he knew as he felt you clench around his fingers. He helped you ride out your high while fucking you with his fingers leaving your heat pulsating.
He looked deep in your eyes as flashed his tongue just to lick his fingers that were dripping in your wetness. He licked them suggestively enough to make sure your breath hitched as you watched. You instinctively stuck your tongue out wanting him to do the same and worse to you. He took this as a sign to do the same and gripped the back of your throat before putting the same fingers deep in your mouth reaching your throat. It made you gag and have teary eyes but it burned so good as he moved. You swirled your tongue around his fingers tasting you and himself. It felt dirty but in the best way possible. He took his fingers out with a pop before unbuckling his pants to give himself a few pumps.
He held your arm and turned you around to make you face the mirror that was behind you the whole time. You faced the mirror and watched him from the mirror as he began lining his cock towards your entrance. He gave a few teasing nudges with his tip right before he sank fully into you. To your surprise, for a nerdy guy, he sure was packing. You felt yourself stretch around him which hurt so much.
After all, you have never had sex before despite how you presented yourself. You felt your eyes tear up and he noticed it in the mirror. He began hushing you as he slowly moved hoping it would soothe the pain. After taking a hot minute to adjust yourself to his length, you lifted your head up with hands on the countertop holding onto dear life to make eye contact with him from the mirror. His glasses were starting to now fog up ever so slightly making him look even more mysterious than usual. He held your hips and began fucking you fastening the pace. Your head dropped once again, but this time, he held your jaw and forced you to look towards the mirror so you could make eye contact with him. “Watch while I fuck you.” He lowly said into your ear and moved away after licking a stripe on your ear making you shiver. He began fucking you faster while gripping your hips enough to bruise them. Every now and then he would also give your round butt a squeeze making you moan and squirm.
As he kept fucking you, you became louder which could be risky because anybody could hear. He reached into his pocket and fished out your panties that he put in earlier. He grabbed it out and stuffed them into your mouth catching you off guard. He then grabbed both your wrists with one hand and your hair with the other. He pinned your wrists to your back while he pulled you by your hair towards his chest. He then moved it to your jaw holding your face in place while he fucked you deep with hard thrusts making his tip kiss the cervix in a way you didn’t think was possible. Your mouth was salivating so much to the point that there was spit leaking from the sides because of the way your panties were gagging you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear making you all hot and bothered even more because of his breath as he fucked you.
He pulled out and reached for the panties in your mouth taking it out. It made you cough a bit before you began catching all the breath you lost. He then flipped you towards him and made you sit on the countertop between the two mirrors. When your butt touched the cold marble countertop, you felt so sensitive. You reached towards his shirt and tugged it upwards making him remove it. You admired his flushed body that was glistening in a thin layer of sweat. He threw the shirt next to you and went in for a kiss as he entered in you again.
This time he focused on getting himself off. So he gripped your waist and began grinding into you desperately. His pubic bone kept pleasuring your clit because of the position making you leave scratches on his back shoulders. This had him moaning and whimpering while yearning for release. He kept fucking you for a good while before he finally felt himself spasm indicating climax. You felt his thrusts become sloppier and held him closer wanting him to finish in you, and he gladly did groaning into your ear. While he kept cumming in you, he rubbed circles on your clit pushing you over the edge and making you cum for the third time that night. He had you biting his shoulder blade to mask the loud moan as he hugged you while you rode out your release while shaking.
You stopped biting and looked at him trying to find his eyes, but because of his fogged up glasses you couldn’t. So you reached towards it and pushed it up to his hair before locking eyes giving one final deep kiss for the night. Afterwards only you realised what you both had done and it left you dreading for the next tutoring lesson. While Armin on the other hand knew exactly what you both had done and couldn’t wait for the next tutoring lesson.

hope you guys enjoyed this.♡ྀི
word count: roughly 3400 words
a/n: lmk if you guys want a 2nd part cause i might have an idea on how to write one more part. :3
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content. mdni 18+

nerd! armin who accidentally overstimulates himself fucking you for the first time.
"a—are you s—sure?" he asked nervously despite his aggressive panting with his cock sitting against your fully unclothed cunt, red and leaking. he was enamored by the bright glistening of your soaked pussy in the light of his dorm room, his tongue jotting out to lick over his dry lips. you whispered his name eagerly, instead guiding him in with your own hand. first the tip. he whimpered halfway in, almost pulling back if it weren't for the mind numbing grip of your cunt.
"w—wait! 'm not gonna last!" he warned, forcing his hips still. " 'm gonna cum if i go any further." he whined in embarrassment, sheets crumpled up in his hands that laid beside your head.
"it's okay.. just let go." you reassured him sweetly, scratching down his abdomen slowly with a very light scrape of your fingernails. his body shook under exertion, pushing in slowly. wrong move. he could feel everything. every tiny crevice of your gooey walls, the wetness that covered his cock whole with every inch and finally the dip in your cervix. and he came. painting your walls white with a groan.
it's been an hour or two since then.
"s—so good.." he was practically shivering to get a taste of your cunt each time he pulled back out, hand wrapped around your nape and your ass arched upwards.
plap plap plap!
it echoed in the room, your calls of his name muffled by the pillow you were shoved into. stuffed with cum and continuing to be stuffed with cum. his tongue hung out his mouth like a panting dog, drool sliding down the sides of his mouth and falling to your skin. or was it his crying? you could barely tell the difference between his drool and his tears.. his glasses were fogged up and tilted to the side, lashes covered in salty droplets as they fell from his reddened face. "it hurts.. but.. hurts s—so g—good.. fucking love this pussy." he babbled, sobbing softly with the occasional hiccup and leaning down to lick a strip up your shoulder blade, the warm metal bud of his piercing rolling against your skin before he latched greedily onto your shoulder slobbering and licking up your sweat.
his balls were so drained, tight and in pain. one more time, he promised himself. and then he'd stop. he said that the last few times, too. your cunt was just so addictive. he could fuck you for days on end if it were to be possible.
he groaned loudly, pushing whatever he had left inside his aching balls inside of you, hips placed tightly against your backside.
he didn't bother wipe off the steam from his glasses, said glasses having slipped down to bottom of his nose. covered in sweat and eyes puffy from crying, lips red and wet. it was the hottest thing you've ever seen. he hadn't even pulled out of you yet before he opened his mouth.
"can... can you come over tomorrow too?”

i am unhealthily obsessed with nerd armin tbh. should I make an extended version of this ? 🤔
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FRISON ⋆ Armin Arlert
(noun) a shudder or shiver; thrill — suggestive
Armin doesn't usually go to silly High School parties. he tells everyone it's because he hates the noise — but its really because he doesn't know what to do with himself once hes there… too stiff in the limbs and way to aware of the way he takes up space. he's the kind to keep his phone brightness low and his voice lower.
but, Eren said you were coming. So now, he's here too.
"You're telling me you've bever kissed anyone and now you think you'll be able to bag a kiss, from her?" Eren teases him before pointing at your unmissable figure from across the room. For a moment he zoned out — gaze softening as it landed on you, like the rest of the world had quietly fallen away and you were the only one left standing there in silence.
"Helloooo? dude." Connie swatted a hand across his face, bringing back his consciousness to them instead. your image still lingered on the back of his eyelids . "What's going on in that pretty little head Armin? Fantasising about holding hands huh? Maybe even more?". Eren barked a laugh, lurching forward in an attempt to high five connie but completely missing instead.
Still though, Armin didnt plan in actually going up to you — not until Eren slapped down a bet���
"Twenty bucks says you don't get a kiss from her tonight…" he raised his eyebrow at him. "do you even have twenty dollars Eren." Mikasa chimed in as an attempt to defend Armin, rolling her eyes at his stupid bet.
But Armin was barely even present, his thoughts were clouded and sticky — dripping down his spine like syrup. Plus hes already two drinks in thanks to Eren and Connie… they called it 'liquid confidence'.
He's not drunk though.. just bold enough.
"Armin why are you still standing here. You look like a sick victorian child silently begging for help, can you just go and talk to her." Sasha deadpanned, popping up beside him. "I'm working on it… just need to calculate the timing." He responded. Eyes still glued on you. Sasha looked at him and then at you from across the room.
"Well.. if your gonna stand there all night with a suspiciously filled red cup in your hands at least act like it's not fruit shoot mixed with vodka…"
Despite it being half fruit shoot, it still burned going down. But the heat that followed felt steadier than the one rushing to his face. That's how he found himself moving — still a bit hesitant but just enough to melt into the crowd. He tried not to overthink his breath and the way his shirt clung slightly to his back. Until he stupidly stumbled into a taller guy. Disrupting his thoughts, and not hesitating to shove him back.
"Brother… watch where you're going."
"Sorry.. I'm so sorry." he mumbled, almost pleading. head ducked and stepping away a little more sober than he was before his thought process was disturbed and he had you in his line of vision. Maybe not the straightest line but it's the thought that counts…
And when he turned around, there you were.
you looked at him like he belonged there, like he didn't need Eren's shove or Connie's teasing. Or even the burn of that half fruit shoot half vodka drink in his throat. All you had to say was "hey." and that was enough for him
Eventually after a bit of nervous back and forth, you both got swept up in one of the quieter rooms upstairs. Sprawled mismatched cushions and someone's older brothers mattress. It was dim and hazy, the buzz of low music seeped through the space under the door. You sat cross legged opposite him, close enough for him to be able to smell what you were wearing.
That was bad.. very bad for him.
"Hmmm let's see. Never have I ever.." you tilted your head back, eyes drifting up at the ceiling in mock concentration. you're finger tip hoevered just over your lips — long enough for him to notice the tinted lipgloss you had on. It took you a while to figure out what else to ask, until curiosity hit you hard.
"Never have I ever… got a piercing."
he took a nervous sip from his fruit shoot diluted drink, and then chocked. that was all it took.
you gasped at the realisation, eyes wide. "No way.. really? Where?" He hesitated a bit, remembering how stupid it was and how he wished he never gave into Connie. But hey it's crazy what 75% orange juice mixed with 15% alcohol does to you right?
"My tongue…"
A beat passed.
"WHAT?" you yelled, accidentally. Choking on your drink in the process. "YOU? have a TONGUE piercing…?"
His face was already burning with embarrassment. He nodded, heat rising to his cheeks as he lowered his head in an attempt to hide what couldn't be seen, yet. "It's… you can't really um see it. Connie dared me, he periced it in his garage last summer. I still dont know why I let him do that."
You laughed, and his stomach flipped. "That's insane. But, cool." You admitted. "You think?" He questioned, his nervousness still lingering, yet you nodded. "You don't seem like the type." You added. " — but, I bet the girls you kiss appreciate you for it." You said leaning in just a little, the way someone does when they already know the answer but want to hear it anyway.
He didn't know how to respond. though for a second he wondered if you'd appreciate it more than said 'girls' he kissed. "Uhh.. yeah? I guess.." The tension grew thicker, staring even harder into his eyes didn't help either. You narrowed your eyes. "Hmm. Have you ever kissed someone before?"
He cleared his throat at the sudden question. "Uhh.. define kiss…"
You tilted your head, watching him fumble. It was entertaining. "So.. no..?" His cheeks flushed and his ears started burning. "I promise I know how. I just…haven't — yet…" a beat of silence stretched. You stared at him, eyes flickering to his lips. Drawn with curiosity — eagerness. And when you spoke again your voice dropped just enough to make his pulse stutter.
"Yet..?" You persisted, almost provokingly. "What are you waiting for?" The silence that followed was awkward, clumsy — but telling. he didn't necessarily know what he was waiting for; if it wasn't you, he hadn't thought that far ahead.
"Um. I don't know." He said quietly, voice a little hoarse.
"Okay. How about… you kiss me?"
He didn't answer at first. Just blinked, stunned and pink… and a little breathless. Like no one had ever offered before, which they haven't… the music from downstairs piles beneath the floorbaords, matching the beasts of his heart, it muted the distance and the weight of whatever was about to happen.
"Okay."
He leans in slowly at first, like he's not sure if he's reading this right. Like if he moves too fast he'll ruin it, yet still his eyes flicker to your lips, and then back up. Looking for some sort of sign. But you don't look away, and maybe that's all he needs.
He comes closer, until you can feel the warmth of him, the static air between you buzzing with something nervous and fragile. And then he closes the space. Not perfectly, his nose bumps into your and then he hesitates. Leaning in too fast — as if he doesn't trust himself to think it through first like he normally would. But his mouth is warm, and soft, and he makes this tiny sound when you kiss him back, like he's didn't expect you to.
He kisses like someone who knows what to do, but doesn't know what it'll feel like or how to execute it. Like his brain is lagging behind his heart. you feel it in the way his hands hover before sitting awkwardly on your lap, in the way he leans in again before you've pulled all the way back.
You laugh under your breath, barely. Your chest stutters when he chases the sound — kissing you again, clumsy this time. Wanting more than what you've already offered him. Needy in a way that makes something tighten in your chest.
"Okay wow" you pulled back, kind of shocked but also impressed. "Slow down a little, okay?" he blinked at you, still dazed as if he never pulled away from you. But then he kissed you again anyway, as if it was instinct, as if the second he stopped he felt like he lost the chance to feel you again. Like he could taste the courage in your mouth and he didn't want it to fade.
he walked home the next day during the quiet hum of the early morning, hoodie was zipped halfway and his eyes were on then pavement like it might give him answers. He didn't say much when they left the party — not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't find the words possible enough to decipher what just happened.
Connie walked ahead arguing with Jean over something dumb Eren said and mikasa trailed beside him, way too quiet for someone who had not slept.
"Bro still hasn't got a kiss, how lame." Connie called back to him suddenly, tossing the words like a pebble into still water. "That whole party and still nothing? Goodness me. Bless your little socks."
Armin didn't answer. Mikasa glanced back at him with the same expression. "Doesn't look like he's answering." She added. "Well yeah duh. It's because he didn't kiss her." He rolled his eyes. his ears were red and his hands were tucked deep into his sleeves, keeping his gaze down hoping that just maybe he he focused hard enough the sidewalk might open up and swallow him whole.
"No kiss huh?" Eren teased, throwing another look at Armin. "Nah bro. He's a lost cause…" Connie sighed.
armin never blieved in magic, but something about you feels like the kind that doesn't need a name.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT ;
nobody can say they fw Armin like me and liv do. that nerdmin art has you guys all on ropes (including me but thats not the point) THE POINT IS YOU GUYS ARE FAKE and we (me and liv) are the real fans BECAUSE okay let me speak okay. nobody knows about the time you would open the ‘armin x reader’ tag and only see me and liv in there bro UOU GUYS DONT KNOW the struggles we went through when nobody gave a gaf about him but now yoh guys do. NOW YOU GUYS ARE FEINING FOR HIM? okay. its okay? its alrught. just remember, were the og’s. i rest my case.
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Dreaming of you



notes: currently ovulating sooooo…..
content: nerd!armin x blk!fem reader,basically a wet dream so nsfw (not proof read cause i did this before and ig it didn’t save or whatever so i’m already tired of redoing it🙄👎🏾)

- Poor Armin was suddenly so into you he couldn’t stop thinking of you for days :(
- He’d think of how he’d love to spend time with you, how you’d make him feel..
- He’d think of your curves too and how you looked so damn good all the time…
-A lot of your outfits showed your body off really well
-Reallyyyyyy well
- So well he’d even think about it at night and soon you made your way into Armins dreams…
- After a long night of studying and reading to try to take his mind off you Armin was tired as hell
- He got ready for bed like always, said good night to you and closed his eyes…
- He started to have a dream
- He “woke up” in his room to see you but as a beautiful goddess. Tall and a bit thicker than before…
- It was dark in the room so he couldn’t make out specific details but he could see the same familiar figure from his real life enough to know it was you. He could also pick up a slight glow.
- He laid on the bed as dream you approached, swaying your thick hips and seductively staring him down. He gulped.
- His breath hitched as the dream you slowly climbed on the bed from the end and made your way up to him.
- It wasn’t until now that he realized he was butt naked. He was so focused on you he didn’t even noticed himself growing hard from excitement. And then when you got close enough to his face he noticed you were naked too…
- He practically came.
- You sat in his lap smiling as he stared at your breasts and then your soft stomach and then watched as you hovered over his crotch with the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen.
- Even though it was dark he could still see your soft brown skin as the faint moon light filled the room.
- You started to move and position his dick, getting ready to sink down and give him the ride of his life.
- He had to look away as he blushed intensely. He couldn’t believe he was gonna fuck the girl of his dreams(literally).
- However his attention was snapped back to you as he felt the warmest, wettest sensation ever that could only be described as heaven. He immediately moaned and reached to grab your hips.
- He never felt pleasure better than this as you started to quietly ride him and kiss his neck and collarbone. Everything felt so good poot baby knew he wasn’t going to last :(
- But as soon as he felt his orgasm approaching, he woke up.
- He felt shame and disappointment as he woke up in his dark, empty room. No sexy girl on top of him.
- He also felt disgust after he put on his glasses to look under his cover to see the sticky explosion aftermath. It all sucked because he knew he couldn’t even confess to you in real life and all he could do is dream(literally again)
- And that is how Eren caught Armin one night doing laundry at 2:18am while getting a late night snack and why everytime he saw you and Armin together he chuckled and mentioned how Armin slept so well and had such interesting dreams and suggested Armin share his dreams with you!! 😊😊

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nerd! | ☆ nerd!armin arlert x reader (nsfw)

cw: nerd!armin, nsfw, smut, pwp, college au, exhibitionism? p in v, slightly public sex, sex in library, armin is mean, riding, spit, tutor? armin secret sex pro, lowk just pure smut in the library bc nerd armin has taken over my brain

nerd!armin has you bouncing up and down his cock. tucked in the corner of the library that no one visits, where no one can hear your muffled cries.
drool hangs out the corner of your mouth, soaking the fabric of the pink, lacy panties you had put on just for him, the same ones he had ripped off of you.
just moments before, you had innocently asked him for help on an assignment...before purposely dropping your pencil to show off your new pair.
armin wasn't well known to others, but he had been your secret obsession the whole semester. but while everyone else was out partying, he was studying, meaning that you had to resort to... alternative measures in order to see him outside of class.
"you just had to show off, didn't you?" he grunts, lifting your hips before slamming them down brutally. "wanted everyone to see what a little slut you are, hmm?"
you can only stifle a moan in response, tears pooling at your eyes as you clutch onto his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soaked by your fluids. the plap! plap! plap! of skin against skin is loud and audible, but the sound is the least of your worries as armin stills his grip on you, all movement coming to a halt.
you whine pathetically, squirming in his arms to attempt some form of relief.
a slap! rings through the library, and the stinging sensation on your left asscheek leaves you whining and rutting for more.
"stupid slut." he growls, fogged up glasses slipping down the rim of his nose. he slaps you again, before lifting your hips and thrusting up into your, hard.
"ah!" you crumble, face burying into his neck. he lifts his hand from your ass to tangle it into your hair, pulling your head to face him. "fucked so dumb you can't even look at me anymore?" he snatches the panties out of your mouth. "let me hear you moan."
you obey, letting forth your cries as he resumes his thrusts, pounding into your poor, abused pussy like it's his last race.
"a-armin, wait, i'm 'bout to--!" you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans as the dam breaks. wet, erotic squelches continue as he fucks you through your high.
suddenly, you're flipped onto the desk, study materials flying onto the floor as he pins your stomach to the brown hardwood. he presses down on your back, leaning over you to lick a stripe up your ear. "who said you could cum without permission?"
you hear a rustling behind you. in your fucked-out gaze, you see him pulling off the rubber that is soaked with your fluids. he catches your stare. a grin tugs at the corners of his lips. "bad girls deserve to get fucked raw."
raw? a shiver runs down your spine. "wait, armin, it's a bad day for me--ah!" you're silenced as he rams into your pussy, bottoming out in one deep, brutal thrust. you're a moaning mess, fingernails etching into the wood as you're slammed back and forth against the table. "n-no, i'm gonna get preg-ah! pregnant..."
he scoffs, pushing you down harder. "even better."
armin presses against your back, snatching your jaw to slam his lips against yours.
his glasses press against your nose, and he squeezes your cheeks to grant himself entrance into your mouth. As your tongues collide, you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing scrape against the roof of your mouth. you moan into him, heated pants stealing your breath as your walls squeeze around his cock involuntarily.
"you like that?" he chuckles darkly, pulling away to stick out his tongue. "got it just for this."
he lifts you by your hair, forcing your back to arch as he bullies his way into your core. he pulls you into a kiss again, before mumbling a quick, "open," and spitting into your open mouth with a splat!
you take it, swallowing obediently and sticking out your tongue to show him your work. he groans filthily, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. he roughly slams into you, a grin erupting onto his face, and you see his tongue dart out to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth.
he flips you over with a grunt, slamming your back into the table as he begins pummeling into your core. "cum again f'me." he mumbles, wiping the fog off his glasses. he's reaching down to rub circles on your clit. "cum. now."
with his words, you come undone on his cock, legs spasming as you clutch at his wet t-shirt. you're shaking as his thrusts slow, before he gives you one last thrust, bottoming out to shoot ropes of cum into your womb. with a low, "fuck..." he's pumping for at least a minute, and you can feel the hot spurts painting your insides white as he stills inside of you.
he's panting, face buried into your neck, glasses pushed up into his hair. you both lie there for a moment, savoring the post-nut bliss before he slowly pulls out of you, bringing a moan out of your mouth. you feel the sliding of his cock as he taps it on the head of your clit, admiring his handiwork. he whistles, taking out his phone to snap a picture of your cum-filled hole, the white fluids dripping down onto your thigh.
you're too fucked out to care as he records your sorry state, giving your cunt a few slaps, even pushing a finger into your hole to plug his cum back in, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. he's stuffing his cock back into his pants, but you can barely move, still twitching and panting on the table from your high.
he's about to leave when he gives you a once over, then takes off his plaid flannel to wrap you in it carefully. he sits you down carefully, brushing your hair from your face, leaving a soft peck on your temple. he slides your used panties up your legs, making sure to carefully keep his seed inside, then smooths out your skirt, tucking a business card into your waistband. he's cleaning off his glasses before bidding you farewell, leaving you in the library to collect yourself.
you were definitely going to schedule another session.
"call me if you need another lesson."
you slowly pull out the card, eyes skimming the letters on the cardstock and fingers quick to save the number in your phone.
Armin Arlert, Tutoring Services, XX university, (#).

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hey bbygirl wacha goin tonight 😜😜😜
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mr munch!
he slammed the door, huffing. "what the fuck is your problem?" you asked, watching as he throws his gym bag on the floor.
"no one believes i have game!" he whined. armin scrunched his face as soon as he heard you snort, not taking your eyes off the tv, once. "something funny?" he asked, clearly unhappy with your response. he pathetically plumped himself on the sofa next to you.
armin was a nerd. your typical tv nerd. one who knew wayyy too much about things that were less than ideal, academically gifted and zero game when it came to getting women. i mean it wasn't his fault that he was sooo eager to please his teachers. sure, he was cute with his glasses that seemed more like a magnifying glass glued to his face, and not to mention that fuck ass bob of his. but you know what, he wore it well. and you had to give him that much.
"ok so, how do you pick up a pretty girl then?" you asked, now directly facing him. he fiddled with his bony fingers before swallowing harshly. "well?"
"well i'm charming?"
"according to who?" you bellowed out in laughter as he pouted. "you're a nerd, and there's nothing wrong with that," your hand rubbed on his knee as you gave him a pitiful smile.
"are you...giving me pity right now?"
"no? i'm comforting a friend," you said curtly.
"can i ask you something?"
you smiled expectantly, knowing that he was probably going to splutter out some fuckary. however, nothing could ever prepare you for what came out of his big mouth.
"what's a munch?"
your eyes widened in shock.
"is it a bad thing? everyone was asking if i was a munch, so i just said yes,"
"why the fuck would you say yes to something you don't know the meaning of?"
"well to be honest, it seemed like a good thing..." he put his head down as his face grew hot.
you weren't any better because now your palms were sweaty. "armin, aren't you like, a know-it-all?"
"oh please, i'm not that smart..."
"clearly," you couldn't help but pity the poor baby. and he didn't like that. he didn't like it when others looked down on him especially with pity.
"so, are you gonna tell me?"
"a munch is a man who loves to eat pussy, okay?"
"but i've never...done that before,"
"i can tell," you huffed out while he visibly blushed. "well now the whole school knows that you loves to eat pussy," you giggled loudly. you half expected armin to whine like he always does, but he stays silent. "oh come on, i'm just kidding, laugh a little,"
"so, being a munch sounds fun, i wanna try it out," he turns to face you.
"sorry? armin, are you fucking okay? you don't even know how to eat it,"
"how am i supposed to learn?"
and that's how you ended up with your legs held all the way up to your ears, with armin and his bob between your legs. his tongue piercing swirled on your clit. "you're...you're a fucking liar!" you squealed, as his mouth suckled on your clit. he moaned, completely ignoring you. unbeknownst to you, he was smirking as your syrupy slick dribbled down your ass crack. but that didn't stop him.
his tongue trailed all the way down to the winking hole, as his thumb rubbed your bud with ease. you were unbelievably wet as he tongue moved up towards your hole, squeezing it into your tight pussy. you pulled on his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to it, smothering him completely. each time, his tongue subtly stretching you out. he grunted and groaned, sending vibrations straight to your heart. that lying bastard. he's not fucking new to this shit.
you mewled, watching him remove himself from your cunt for a hot minute. "what's wrong? i'm just showing you what a munch is," he slyly grinned, his chin covered in nothing but slick and saliva. fuck, was he nasty, fingers never leaving your clit. your toes started throwing gang signs as tears formed in your eyes. before you could tell him to move his ass and finish his meal, he's already attaching his mouth in a suction motion onto your clit. you played with your nipple as your hips literally bucked up into his face, greedily trying hard to get more. more of that attention he was giving to the entirety of your sweet pussy.
honestly, you were mad you hadn't just sat on his face to shut him up sometimes. and trust me, you'd thought about it. the ball of his tongue piercing rolled continuously on your clit with speed, as you damn near closed your legs in overwhelming pleasure. this nerd was flicking your clit raw, but you loved every moment of it. "just like that," you whined, yanking his hair a little too harsh. if you had pulled it the right way, he might've just cum in his pants for the second time that night.
"mfphm, fuck armin!" you squealed a little too loud, that wretched piece of metal and his tongue making you cry tears of and pleasure. it seemed almost sadistic with the way he kept repeating the same motion that made your legs shake and quiver. "okay, armin, m'cummin!" and all those words did, was spur him on. watching as he attempted to push his face into your sticky cunt, your leg locked up, with your back arching steeply.
you came hard, but that didn't stop armin from flicking his tongue on your clit, over and over again. and the worst part? you couldn't get him to move away. "okay, i get it!" you moaned out, damn near screaming. he was lucky that your legs felt weak, or else he would've been crushed by your thighs, not that he would mind. "armin, i'm done!" you sobbed out, and the obscene sounds of him slurping and sucking on your pussy never stopped. your hand moved to place itself on his head and attempt to push him away.
a feeling arose in your tummy, something unfamiliar, and at the point you were crying hot tears. you even couldn't let out one coherent sentence before you came again. even harder than the first. you genuinely felt ethereal, ringing in your ears and seeing nothing but white. your heartbeat was in your ears as he finally removed himself after riding your orgasm out.
two slim fingers slowly slipped into your cunt. "you bastard,"
"hey, that's not anyway to talk to the guy that just gave you the orgasm of your life," he pouted, fingers curving upwards towards your g-spot as you moaned out loud. he swiftly pulled them out before slapping your cunt.
you sat up immediately, and gave him one harsh slap across his face. "you said you've never eaten pussy, what the hell was that?" you huffed out.
"thanks!"
"it wasn't a compliment,"
that sneaky bastard. of he knows how to eat it. but now you had to find out if he could lay it down. well, you actually didn't have to worry about that, cuz baby, despite cumming in his pants twice, he still had more in him.
that fucking nerd.
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nerd armin hc's! art by musapylsa on tt/twt
cw for implied public sex, lots of biting, + tongue piercing, somnophilia NONCON(nsfw)
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the type of guy to wait when your classes are over. he would loiter in the hallways , the jocks and popular kids brushing past him as he fixes his glasses, holding science books to his chest as he fiddled with his phone - checking your schedule.
he's a creeper, a stalker. as far as you were concerned, you always saw him hangout with his two friends, eren, mikasa and some other folks, jean..sasha?...connor? wait no, connie!
you would sometimes catch him staring way too long, eyes always on you and when you finally notice, he would blink and fix his glasses, a knuckle raising to arrange it on his face.
he would "accidentally" drop something on the ground if he was ever randomly beside you, and he knows how nice of a person you are, so you pick up whatever he dropped and he just smiles inwardly, checking you out from the back with zero to no shame.
the type to literally take pictures of you secretly and masturbate the fuck out of them the moment he's home.
"o...ohh...ahnn.." his hand fists his cock aggressively, throwing his head back as he whimpers, thighs shaking as he finally comes down, cum dribbling down his fingers.
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another thing about him is he owns porn magazines, he stashes them away under his bed and fantasizes all the girls on the pages are you.
he would full on hump the covers, his pillow just to imagine some type of body underneath his, squeezing and moaning like a dog in heat, his brain can only think of one thing and that's you.
other times when he's not ejaculating, he talks about you to his other online friends when he games.
"they're so...h-hot..like.." he says in the microphone, grinning ear to ear as he talks about you in excruciating detail.
the guys on the other side would either cheer him on or snicker at his desperation, "woah..dude, did you like, jack off to them or something??" typical. they wouldn't get it.
"s-something like that." armin bites his lip, finishing the game and logging off.
obsessive crush behavior
this man is always on his phone/laptop so for sure he's got some online stalking habits you're not aware of at all.
he analyzes all of your old posts, every story and event you've been to, and even have them memorized in case you ever talked to him.
+ he's probably the type to over intercept basic kindness as 'romantic interest', "they smiled at me! they must want me!"
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random stuff he does
• compliments you in an awkward, creepy sort of way, "hey....y-your collarbones are pretty.." then he'd mentally face palm thinking about how miserably bad he is at flirting.
• stares at you wayyy too long for any normal person, a hand on his chin as his eyes hyper-analyze your movements, then panics when he gets caught.
• brings up painfully niche hyperfixations and info dump people about it, (comics, anime, gaming) and they would have NO clue what he would be talking about LMFAOO
• does that nervous push glasses thing, how? uses his middle finger to nudge the bridge of his glasses up. he's particularly nervous when you finally speak to him or is around him suddenly.
if you're in a relationship
he's actually ecstatic, finally having you all to himself, that means he could do whatever he wanted right?
he's willing to share and do everything with you, from sharing his clothes, to showering, sleeping in the same bed. all of it.
the type to just touch you all over. hugs and cuddles you, kisses your neck and bites the same spot he touched with his mouth.
only for you to have tons of red bruises littering your skin the next day.
• doesn't let you go until you really beg him to let you go.
"i won't even be that long... seriously." you say, waiting for a response , only for your boyfriend to glare at you albeit a little pouty.
"...f...fuck. you can't just leave me here, i want your attention too."
he nervously plays with the ends of his sleeves, drawing the cloth over his knuckles and fiddling with it.
sometimes you couldn't help but feel bad, even though there was nothing to feel bad about.
"...fine. i'll stay.. okay?" you nod defeated, reaching out for him to hug his head to your tummy.
he immediately reciprocates, pressing his face into your torso and inhaling deep.
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sometimes in public, he would drag you to a small spot where he swears no one goes to, and just grinds his body over yours, just to get some friction.
making out with you is his favorite activity, besides fucking the shit outta you at home.
he grinds and grabs your everything, hands all over your ass, squeezing as he bites the inner corner of your neck, sucking the skin until he's satisfied with the new colour.
you feel the cool metal of his piercing lave over your hot skin and you whine for him to stick it in you already.
• WOULD make you suck him off under the seat of his desktop space WHILE gaming.
he's so nasty he doesn't even hide it, "hey?! can i get an assist? cmon!" someone online yells into the microphone , he's pretty skilled with using the keyboard with only one hand, so he easily guides your head with his fingers rooted into your scalp and helps bob your mouth just right until he feels his cock twitch, eventually cumming inside and you have to swallow it.
he tries so hard to hide his little huffs of satisfaction, wryly grinning as he sees your cum painted face under the seat.
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has this 'habit' he's never told you about.
whenever you would sleep before him in your shared bed , he would climb over you and just go to town. removing each layer of your clothes, and leaves you vulnerable in your underwear, spreads your legs open and makes you cum in your sleep.
you involuntary shiver when you feel his tongue lave over your hole, his fingers playing over where you're most sensitive and coat his tongue in your juices.
'how are you not waking up?' a few sleeping pills dumped into your drink earlier must've did the trick. he wouldn't tell you though, or you'll probably, seriously hate him.
and that was the last thing he wanted. besides..he's got you all to himself now!
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+ note this fanart literally revived the aot fandom idc i had to write something. link to the art! link 2
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cyberboy come home to me!


art credits: @musapylsa
synopsis — you just really love shy, nerdy, awkward armin arlert. not to mention how much you adore his tongue piercing.
wc — 5.4k
warnings — oral (f receiving), brief m receiving oral, unprotected sex, dom! kinda reader? armin is a loser virgin, tongue piercing fixation, mentions of drinking and getting high.
“Ah… I’m not sure if we should be— mmph!”
Armin downright whimpers when you silence his protest with a soft giggle and press your lips to his again, cupping his cheek like you’re trying to ease him into it. He kisses back, but it’s clumsy—his lips too hesitant, his breath shaky. The way his slightly clammy hands tremble as they slide awkwardly onto your waist gives him away completely. His fingers twitch like he’s unsure if he’s even allowed to touch you, like he’s expecting to be jolted awake from some perverse fever dream at any second.
You smile into it. He tastes a little like fruit punch and nerves.
How’d he even end up like this?
Honestly? He’s not entirely sure himself.
All he knows is that about an hour ago, he’d been forcibly dragged out of his safe, sacred little sanctuary—his room—by none other than Eren Jaeger, who’d called him a “shut-in loser” with all the affection of a lifelong best friend trying to get his social recluse ass to touch grass for once. “Just come out for one night,” Eren had said. “You never hang out anymore. You just rot in front of that stupid computer!”
That “stupid computer,” by the way, is the love of Armin’s life. A lovingly hand-built, high-performance rig that he’d spent months putting together with trembling excitement and a YouTube tab permanently open. The tower is pure art—transparent case with perfectly routed cable management, cool-toned RGB fans that change hues with each temperature spike, and a custom water-cooling loop that keeps everything running quieter than a whisper. The inside glows in a soft gradient from blue to violet, illuminating every pristine component like a spaceship console. His mechanical keyboard clicks satisfyingly under his fingers, each custom PBT keycap matte and worn in just enough. The desk is outfitted with dual curved monitors, a steelseries headset perched on a 3D-printed stand, and a carefully arranged line of anime figurines—each one dusted weekly.
He lives there. He thrives there. Not out here.
So when he’d first stepped foot into the frat house—blinking under dim purple lights, instantly accosted by the stench of sweat, alcohol, Axe body spray, and weed—he’d wanted to turn and run. Connie had looped an arm around his neck before he could so much as take a step back, dragging him further inside like a lamb to slaughter.
He would’ve given anything to be home. Back at his setup. Back where he could peacefully queue up for League of Legends or post a hot take on a message board about dungeon tier lists. His teammates were probably on Discord right now, wondering why his little green light hadn’t turned on tonight.
That was then.
Somehow– Somehow, in the haze of being drunk or high out of their minds— Eren was out of it, Connie was asleep on Sasha’s lap, whose head was on a knocked out Jean’s shoulder. Mikasa, for how composed she usually was, was slumped next to Eren, his hand wrapped around hers— you had managed to finally snag the shy boy to yourself.
You’d only recently started hanging out with the gang, weaving your way into their circle with a kind of natural confidence Armin found both mesmerizing and terrifying. You’re funny. Loud in a charming way. You speak your mind, talk to Eren and Mikasa like you’ve known them for years, and make sly little jokes that leave Connie wheezing. Even Sasha likes you—and she doesn’t like anyone new.
But around you, Armin turns into scrambled code. He avoids eye contact. Stumbles over his words. Does that thing where he pushes up his glasses like a reflex even when they’re already in place.
And it wasn’t hard to realize that Armin liked you.
He wasn’t subtle—not in the way he’d glance up from his phone screen when you laughed a little too loudly, or the way his ears would burn pink every time you plopped down next to him during hangouts, hips brushing, thighs touching just barely. He'd sit there stiffly, eyes wide behind his glasses, thumbs still tapping away at whatever gacha game or tactics RPG he was grinding, pretending not to notice how your perfume clung to the air between you like static.
You’d catch him staring sometimes—well, more than sometimes. Once when you bent over to grab a charger, and again when you wore that cropped shirt with the worn-out neckline, his gaze getting stuck right where your collarbone dipped into something just a bit more scandalous. But he’d always look away just in time, pretending to clean his glasses or scroll deeper into Reddit threads.
The boy was practically a walking Tumblr post from 2013. Always in those oversized hoodies with the sleeves too long, fingers tucked halfway into the cuffs, his laptop stickers flaking off from years of aggressive clicking. His room, as you’d come to discover later, was nothing short of a digital command center. Dual monitors—one vertical, one horizontal—cast a cold RGB glow over his unmade bed and tangle of charging cables. His mechanical keyboard clicked loud enough to echo through the dorm floor, each keystroke deliberate. Rows of Funko Pops lined the top of his bookshelf, mostly anime characters and one out-of-place Miku figurine he shyly claimed was "cute."
And that chair—God, that chair. It was one of those ridiculous ergonomic gaming thrones with a headrest, a lumbar support pillow, and armrests that he always adjusted like he was gearing up for war. You could tell it was his pride and joy, considering how he refused to let anyone else sit in it. Except, of course, for that one time you snuck in during a group hangout and plopped down in it just to see how far he’d go before breaking—he just stood there, mouth open, shifting awkwardly until he gave up and sat on the floor beside you. Pathetic. Adorable.
So yeah, it wasn’t hard to realize Armin liked you. He was just painfully obvious about it in a way that made you all the more obsessed.
Especially after that day Eren—loud-mouthed, smug Eren—dropped the most shocking bit of information mid-conversation over nachos and beer.
“Guess who finally let me bully him into getting a tongue piercing?”
Your head had snapped around so fast it almost gave you whiplash. "You're kidding."
Eren had just grinned like the devil himself. “Nope. Took him to the place on 8th. Cried like a bitch but hey, he’s got it now.”
You’d turned to look at Armin, who was red as a tomato, sipping his Sprite like he wished he could disappear behind the carbonation. He didn’t even deny it.
You haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.
Which brings you to now.
So when all of a sudden, you're sitting next to him on the too-small couch, murmuring something about there being something wrong with your phone, and desperately needing someone to fix it for you, and no, the dim lighting of the living room simply isn’t enough to inspect it properly—you somehow manage to drag him upstairs to one of the empty rooms, thigh pressed a little too close to his as you explain how glitchy your phone is, how you're so sure it must be some kind of weird virus, and wow, isn't that so crazy?
But cut the bullshit. Even Armin knew you were lying.
Phone glitching? Yeah, right. He’d seen your screen time stats by accident once—your camera roll was 95% front-facing selfies, memes, and blurry videos from nights out. He wasn’t stupid. But he was clueless—at least about your intentions.
You’d had a thing for him since day one, not that he knew, obviously. The first time Eren had pulled you into the fold, dragging you into their little friend group like some shiny new accessory, Armin had looked at you like you’d be gone by next week. He wasn’t good with new people—too shy, too stiff, too used to lurking in the background with his legs folded crisscross on the floor and his thumbs tapping away at his phone while everyone else drank and talked over each other.
Even now, when everyone hung out, Armin would be half-present—physically there, tucked into the corner of the room with his hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, but mentally god knows where. Probably grinding a mobile RPG or replying to a fan theory thread. He liked games where he could build things, micromanage every stat. His phone battery was always draining because he never stopped playing. Long, elegant fingers constantly moving, tapping, swiping. Even when you sat next to him, he couldn’t seem to stop. You once made a joke about how he probably tapped faster during battles than he would during sex.
You remember the way he’d choked on his Redbull.
But now—now he’s stuck. Sitting next to you in a quiet upstairs room, your perfume in his lungs, your thigh pressed right up against his, and your phone held limply between you both like some half-hearted prop.
He keeps glancing at you, lips parted like he wants to say something—anything—but nothing comes out.
“You gonna fix it or just keep staring at my lockscreen?” you tease, your voice low, syrupy sweet.
He blinks, startled, fumbling to grab the phone from your hands with a stuttered apology. “S-Sorry, I—um—yeah, let me just… check the settings, I guess.”
His hands shake slightly as he scrolls, and you bite your lip watching him. The way his jaw tenses, his brows furrow in concentration—it’s endearing. You wonder if he knows how flushed his ears are. You wonder if he knows how loud his breathing is.
You lean in just slightly, enough that your breath brushes the shell of his ear.
“You know,” you murmur, “I still haven’t seen that piercing.”
His entire body jolts. His fingers fumble the phone, almost dropping it in his lap. “W-What?”
You smile innocently, like you don’t already know exactly what you’re doing. “Your tongue. Eren told me. Kinda wanna see it for myself.”
Armin swallows hard, eyes wide as he looks at you like you just asked him to strip naked. “I-I mean, it’s not—It’s nothing, really. I-it’s just… uh…”
“C’mon,” you coax, fingers brushing the side of his knee. “I’m curious.”
He hesitates. Then, shakily, he sticks his tongue out just a little—just enough for the cool glint of metal to catch the light. Your stomach flips.
God, you didn’t expect that to be so hot. On him, of all people.
“You’re full of surprises, Armin Arlert,” you whisper, eyes meeting his.
And you swear to god, if you didn’t know better, you’d say the look in his eyes shifts. Just a little. Like something in him snaps or gives in. Like he’s done pretending he doesn’t know what’s going on.
“…Is your phone actually broken?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
You grin. “Not even a little.”
And for once—for once—Armin smirks.
It's crooked. Barely there. But it's smug in the quietest, most devastating way, because he knows now. You're not here because of some bullshit glitch or broken screen. You're here for him.
The second you lean in, brushing a strand of his blond hair out of his face, he freezes—like a deer caught in headlights. His breath hitches, lips parting just slightly, and his fingers tense where they’re still holding your phone like it’s a lifeline.
“You’ve never kissed anyone before,” you say softly, not a question. Just an observation.
His cheeks flush bright red. He doesn’t answer.
You cock your head, smiling. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.”
His breath catches again, sharp and audible this time, and he shifts a little like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands—does he drop your phone? Hold it? Hold you?
You take the decision away for him, gently slipping it from his fingers and setting it down on the nightstand. Then, without breaking eye contact, you slowly slide onto his lap, one knee at a time, until you’re straddling his narrow hips, hands settling on his shoulders.
His whole body goes stiff. “Ah… I’m not sure if we should be— mmph!”
You kiss his lips again, silencing him effectively.
“Armin,” you say as you pull back, voice low and amused. “Relax.”
He doesn’t. Not entirely. But his hands hover awkwardly near your waist now, like he’s trying to be respectful, like he’s afraid if he touches you wrong, the moment will combust.
You lean forward, just enough that your noses nearly brush.
“Close your eyes,” you whisper. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
He obeys, lashes fluttering shut. You let your lips graze his, soft and tentative, barely a kiss at all—just enough for him to taste your breath, to feel the warmth of you against his mouth.
He shivers.
You pull back slightly, your voice like silk against his ear. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
He exhales shakily. “It’s… it’s good. You’re… good.”
You smile. “You haven’t even gotten the full lesson yet.”
And then you kiss him.
Really kiss him.
You press your mouth against his fully this time, slow and confident, your lips moving gently over his like you’ve got all the time in the world. He kisses back clumsily at first, a little too much pressure, a little off with the rhythm, but it’s adorable, and you can feel the way his whole body trembles under you.
You guide him with quiet murmurs between kisses. “Slower… softer, yeah… there. Just like that.”
His hands finally land on your waist, unsure at first, then a little firmer when you deepen the kiss, your fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. You part your lips slowly, and when he instinctively mimics you—nervous, but curious—you feel it.
The smooth, cool ball of metal.
You pause just barely, lips still brushing his, a grin curling at the corners of your mouth. “There it is.”
“Huh?” he whispers, dazed.
“That piercing,” you murmur, voice thick with heat. “Feels so fucking good.”
You kiss him again, and this time your tongue finds his. The sensation of the cold stud sliding against yours sends a sharp little jolt straight through your spine. It’s addictive. You roll your hips slightly against his, and he gasps into your mouth, fingers tightening on your waist like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to pull you closer or push you away.
He tastes like mint and nervous energy, and the little helpless noises he lets out when you suck on his bottom lip are enough to make your thighs clench around his lap.
You pull back for a second, just to look at him. His lips are flushed, slightly swollen, eyes glazed with something between awe and pure panic.
“You okay?” you whisper, thumb brushing across his cheek.
He nods, almost too fast. “Y-Yeah. I just—I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
You lean in again, lips ghosting over his jaw. “That’s just the beginning.”
He groans—actually groans—and it’s the hottest fucking sound you’ve ever heard from him. You swear you feel him twitch beneath you. His hips shift slightly, involuntarily, and the friction makes both of you gasp.
You grab a fistful of his hoodie, tugging him back into another kiss, messier this time. Less structured. All tongue and heat and shallow breaths. That piercing catches on your lip as you suck on his tongue, and you moan softly against his mouth.
He's kissing you like he wants to prove something now. Still hesitant, still learning, but eager. Hungry. His hands slide up under your shirt, still shy but bolder than before, fingertips ghosting over the bare skin of your waist.
You roll your hips against him again, deliberately this time, and the noise he makes—somewhere between a whimper and a curse—goes straight to your core.
You smile into the kiss, breathless. “You’re such a quick learner.”
He swallows thickly. “I—I wanna keep learning.”
“Yeah?” You rock against him again, and his eyes flutter shut. “You will.”
You dip your head to press a kiss to his neck, right below his jaw. He gasps, tilting his head back like it’s instinct, and you suck a slow, wet mark into the pale skin, making him jolt beneath you.
“You’re so sensitive,” you whisper. “Bet I could make you fall apart with just my mouth.”
He whimpers.
And fuck, that sound does something to you.
You're grinding against him now, fully, the heat between your legs pressing right against the growing bulge in his pants. The way his hips buck up helplessly, like he can’t stop himself, is intoxicating.
You mouth at his jaw, then his ear, letting your breath tickle the shell of it.
“Armin,” you purr, “do you want me to show you more?”
He looks up at you like he’s ready to beg.
“Yes,” he breathes. “Please. Show me everything.”
You don’t make him ask twice.
You kiss him again, deep and slow, feeling the way he melts into it now. No hesitation—just heat, want, and the softest desperation in how his mouth opens for you like he’s starving. You taste that metal ball again, glide your tongue along it, and the sound he makes—fuck, you’re obsessed.
Your hips move instinctively, grinding down on his lap, and you can feel him. Hard. Pressed right up against your core through his worn out jeans and your shorts. The friction draws a moan from your throat that has his eyes fluttering open, pupils blown wide.
“Fuck,” you whisper, forehead pressed to his. “You’re so hard already.”
He nods, frantic, breath stuttering. “I—yeah, I can’t—I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh.” You cup his jaw, tilt his face up. “Don’t be embarrassed. You think I didn’t want that?”
You shift just a little, rolling your hips down with purpose, dragging your clothed pussy against his cock. He chokes on a gasp, his fingers digging into your waist like he’s trying to stop himself from bucking up into you again. You grab his hand, beckoning him to slip his fingers under your shorts, under the waistband of your panties.
“Feel how wet I am for you?” you murmur, lips brushing his ear.
He nods again, helpless. “Yeah—yeah, I feel it—fuck—”
You smile wickedly and grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one motion. His mouth drops open.
He stares.
Hard.
Like he’s short-circuiting. Like he’s never seen anyone naked before and can’t figure out where to look. His hands twitch like he wants to touch you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed.
You guide them to your tits.
“Touch me, baby,” you say softly. “It’s okay. You can.”
He swallows hard and palms your breasts gently, reverently, like he’s afraid to squeeze too hard. His thumbs ghost over your nipples and you sigh, arching your back into his touch, giving him a show.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes.
“You’re cute,” you reply, pushing your hips down again. “And obedient.”
He whimpers at that.
You roll your hips slow and steady, grinding on him until you feel his thighs start to tremble beneath you.
Then you lean down, lips brushing his. “I want you to eat me out.”
His eyes widen. “I—what? I’ve never—”
“I’ll guide you. Just do what I say.”
You’re already sliding off his lap, standing between his legs and shimmying your shorts and underwear down in one motion. His breath stutters when he sees you like that, bare and dripping, your thighs glistening in the low light.
You make a move to lie back on the bed, but he stops you, pink in the face.
“S–Sorry, I– ah– Can you ride my face? Please?”
He looks like he wants to wipe his existence off the planet because why’d he say that in such a high pitched tone, why’d he stutter like that, why’d his voice crack when he said please, why'd he—
But you just giggle amusedly, pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his face.
His whole body tenses like he’s trying not to combust. “Are you sure you’re okay with thi—?”
You don’t answer. Just lower your hips slowly until you’re hovering just above his mouth.
“Open up.”
He does, and when your pussy presses against his lips, you sigh like it’s relief. He’s clumsy at first—licking too shallow, too soft—but you guide him. “Use your tongue. Flatten it—yeah, just like that. A little harder. Good. Fuck, Armin.”
The moment his tongue finds your clit, you moan, your hips jolting forward. And the pressure of that cold little ball dragging against your most sensitive spot?
It’s over.
You’re grinding on his face now, fingers buried in his soft blond hair, riding him through sloppy, wet licks and messy kisses that leave your thighs shaking. He moans beneath you, hands gripping your hips like he’s into it, like the taste of you is something he wants to memorize. His piercing continuously flicks against your clit, making you whine and shudder, thighs clamping around his head. And soon enough, you’re coming all over his tongue, his name leaving your mouth prettily.
He’s hard again—probably never stopped being hard—and when you finally can’t take it anymore, you slide down his body and palm him through his jeans.
“Fuck,” you breathe, eyes wide as you feel the outline of him. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”
He covers his face with one arm, flushed and overwhelmed. “I didn’t know I’d get like that so fast.”
“You’re adorable.” You lean down and press a kiss just above his waistband. “Let me take care of you.”
He whimpers again.
And when you tug his jeans down, his cock bounces free—hard, flushed, leaking at the tip. You stroke him once, slow and firm, and his whole body jolts.
“Oh my god,” he chokes, hands fisting the sheets. “I—I don’t think I can—”
“You can.” You kiss the head of his cock, swirl your tongue around it just once, and watch him squirm.
Then you straddle him again.
“Wait—” he gasps. “Are you—are we really—”
You line him up with your entrance, slow and steady, and you moan when the tip slips in.
“Fuck yes, baby,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as you sink down inch by inch. “You’re inside me.”
He’s panting, chest rising and falling like he’s about to pass out. “You feel… holy shit…”
“Tight?” you tease, grinding down once you’re seated fully.
He nods, eyes wide, mouth open. “I’m not gonna last—”
“You’ll learn,” you murmur, starting to move. “I’m gonna teach you everything.”
And as you ride him—slow, deliberate, dragging every sweet sound out of him—you know for a fact that this won’t be the last lesson. You bounce up and down on him, watching with a gaze full of lust and amusement as he croons your name, head thrown back, drool escaping the side of his lip, thick glasses askew.
He looks like he’s unraveling. Like his brain stopped functioning five minutes ago. Like all he can focus on is the way your cunt squeezes him every time you drop down.
“F-Fuck, you feel so good,” he whimpers, voice cracking with raw need. “I c-can’t… I’m not gonna last…”
You lean forward, letting your chest brush against his, your lips brushing his mouth as you whisper, “That’s okay. Just give it to me.”
His hands are shaking where they grip your hips, but he tries to match your rhythm anyway, pulling you down harder every time your ass slaps against his thighs. He’s trying so hard to keep it together for you—sweet, trembling thing, so eager to please despite how close he is.
“I–I’m gonna– I’m gonna– I don’t have a condom on, I—”
“Don’t worry,” you murmur, kissing the edge of his jaw, tongue flicking over his pulse point. “Just pull out, baby. I’ve got you.”
And it’s like your voice alone is enough to break him.
His grip tightens—frantic, bruising—and you barely have time to lift off before he comes, gasping your name like a prayer. Thick ropes spill over his stomach, twitching cock pulsing as he groans and writhes beneath you, flushed and utterly wrecked. His glasses have slid halfway down his nose, and he’s too dazed to fix them.
You exhale through a low laugh, trailing your fingers through his release before bringing them to your mouth and sucking them clean, just to tease him. His breath stutters at the sight, and his eyes roll slightly as he pants beneath you.
You collapse next to him, both of you catching your breath in the quiet, sticky air. The room smells like sweat and sex and faint body spray, and outside the door you can still hear the low thrum of party music, muffled now like the two of you are in a different world entirely.
He’s quiet. Still. Hands awkwardly covering himself, glasses pushed to the side. You catch the way his lashes flutter, how red his cheeks are, how he refuses to meet your eyes.
You turn on your side, resting your head on one hand. “What’s wrong?”
He swallows hard. “That was my first time,” he says softly. “Like… all of it. Kissing, sex, everything.”
You pause, the weight of his admission settling into the space between you. He glances up at you finally, face filled with anxiety.
“I… I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”
Your heart aches a little.
You reach out and gently remove his glasses, setting them on the nightstand, then cradle his face in your hand.
“Armin,” you say, voice low and sincere, “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. You have no idea.”
He blinks, surprised.
“You were perfect,” you say, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “And I like that it was me. I like being the first.”
His face turns even redder, if that’s possible. “I–I didn’t even know what I was doing.”
“That’s the fun part.” You smile, brushing a strand of his hair off his forehead. “Means I get to teach you everything.”
He hides his face against your shoulder, groaning. “You’re gonna kill me.”
You laugh softly, wrapping your arm around his waist. “You’re such a cutie.”
You lay there together in the silence for a while, his head nestled against your chest, his arms tentatively curling around you like he’s not sure he’s allowed to hold you yet. You run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging here and there, and you feel him relax more and more under your touch.
“You still nervous?” you murmur after a while.
“A little,” he admits, voice muffled. “I just… I’ve never done this. Any of it. I don’t want to mess things up with you.”
You kiss the top of his head. “You’re not. I like you.”
He lifts his head to look at you, shy but hopeful. “Really?”
“Mhm.” You brush your lips against his again. “I’ve liked you since I saw you trailing behind Eren with your stupid oversized hoodie and your Switch in your hands like you were allergic to human interaction.”
He laughs, sheepish. “I kind of am.”
You grin. “And I kind of love that.”
He watches you for a moment, eyes soft and a little awestruck. Then he leans forward, kisses you with all the gentleness and hesitance of someone who’s just now realizing he might be falling for someone, and you smile into it, warm and full and smug.
Because you know you’ve got him.
—
It’s official now. You’re Armin’s girlfriend.
It had happened somewhere between all the blushing kisses and stolen glances and slow, breathy I like you’s whispered in the privacy of his bedroom. There was no dramatic confession, no rose petals or fireworks. Just him looking at you one afternoon with that overwhelmed, adoring gaze, thumb brushing over your knuckles while he mumbled, “Do you, um… want to be mine? Like… officially?”
And you’d kissed him stupid in response.
So now, two weeks later, you’re at his place again, perched sideways on his lap in his gaming chair, legs draped over one armrest while his are stretched beneath the desk, twitching slightly every time something exciting happens on screen.
You’re wearing one of his hoodies—big, soft, and smelling like fabric softener and his shampoo—and nothing else underneath. Which he hasn’t noticed. Yet.
His focus is laser-sharp, blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses, tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth like he’s fighting for his life on whatever boss battle he’s got going. You shift a little, trying to get comfortable in his lap, but he doesn’t even flinch—just grunts something about “just give me a second, babe, I’m in the middle of something.”
And yeah, it’s a little infuriating. But also?
Ridiculously hot.
Like, his headset is way too big on him. He keeps muttering things under his breath about cooldowns and mechanics and DPS output. His fingers are flying across the keys, long and elegant and twitchy, like they were built to type essays at the speed of sound or code random passion projects no one ever asked for.
At one point, he actually shushes you. A little breathy “waitwaitwait– babe, hold on, this guy’s cheesing—oh my god I swear to god if this fucking healer dies I’m gonna—”
You blink. Then snort.
“You’re so nerdy,” you murmur, voice laced with amusement, “I can’t believe this is my boyfriend.”
He doesn’t look up. “You knew what I was when you signed up.”
“Oh, I did.” You lean in, dragging your fingers up the nape of his neck, just under the headset. “And I like it.”
He shudders a little. “You’re distracting me.”
“I know.”
Still, he plays. Fidgety, intense, mouthing instructions to himself like some kind of adorable, socially anxious commander. You watch the screen for a bit, half-understanding what’s happening—some massive raid, particles flying everywhere, his team yelling in the Discord chat you can hear leaking through his headphones. Armin doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s surprisingly confident. Precise.
“No, back left! You kite, I’ll stun—good—shit, I got hit, that’s fine, I’ve got mana—”
You shift again. This time a little more deliberately.
His hands pause on the keyboard. “...Are you doing that on purpose?”
You blink at him innocently. “Doing what?”
“You’re… squirming.”
You tilt your head, smiling. “I’m just trying to sit comfortably, Armin. Your thighs are kinda bony.”
“I—what? I—”
He falters. And you know he’s starting to get flustered. Because his hand slips on his mouse, and he curses softly under his breath as his character takes a hit onscreen.
“Can’t believe I’m being insulted and sabotaged right now,” he mumbles.
“I’m your girlfriend,” you remind him, turning so you’re fully straddling him now, knees on either side of his hips, “it’s in the job description.”
He swallows thickly. You can feel him beneath you now—half-hard already, tension building the longer you stay in his lap.
“Please let me finish this fight,” he whispers, jaw tight.
You kiss the edge of it.
“Okay.”
So you wait. Sort of.
You shift again. Start pressing little kisses to his throat. Let your fingers toy with the edge of his shirt, lifting it just slightly. Not enough to distract him fully. Just enough to make him sweat.
By the time he finally mutters a breathless, “Got him, holy shit,” and slumps back in the chair, he’s panting and flushed—and not just from the game.
You lean in, both hands planted on his chest now, smiling sweetly.
“All done?”
He nods.
“Good.” And then you roll your hips once against his, slow and deliberate.
He makes a soft, broken sound in his throat. “Y-You’re evil.”
“Mmhm,” you hum, dipping down to kiss him again, this time deeper, tongue teasing the edge of that stupid metal piercing he still refuses to tell you the story behind.
It’s so easy to ruin him.
His hands flutter uselessly for a second before they land on your hips, gripping like he’s still not sure he’s allowed to touch you. You grind down harder, and he whines into your mouth, glasses fogging up, hips twitching like he’s not in control of his own body anymore.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice high and shaking. “I’m—I was just trying to game.”
“You’ll live,” you whisper, licking into his mouth again. “Besides… I like seeing you like this. So desperate for me.”
He groans.
And you know right then, without a doubt, this little nerd is already obsessed with you. Completely and utterly whipped.
author's note: HELL YEAH I LOVE NERDIFYING ANIME MEN!!!! fantastic give me 14 more of them bzzzzz
seriously when i saw this fanart the first thing i did was open up google docs and get my ass to WORK i feel like by now its really obvious i have a thing for nerds :3
hope u guys #enjoyed i have a really bad tongue piercing fixation, not sure if it was obvious... (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )
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geek boy!
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nerd! armin who tutors you in his dorm room but little did you know that once you opened that damn door you were hit with a bunch of gooner anime figures and all nerd armin does is smirk and push his glasses up to his nose bridge and go “don’t mind my collectibles, they don’t bite”
HE’S SO FUCKING WEIRD I KNOOOOW HE KNOWS HOW YO EAT PUSSY GOOD
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pervert! nerd! armin who just can't sit still when you're hanging out with the group knowing you're wearing those cute panties underneath your mini skirt. who finds himself shifting in his seat, only looking up when he sees you get up or move, teasing him with the edge of your skirt that rides up your thighs.
you'd sit with his clique all done up and pretty, long socks barely hanging onto your thighs. flirting with eren and poking fun at connie. he didn't care what you were saying, lips covered in a thin sheen of tinted pink lip gloss that caught the light every time you spoke.
pervert! nerd! armin who pretends to jam random buttons on his game boy so nobody would notice the shift in his seat when you bent over the table to reach for something, innocently flashing the print of your pussy in pure white laced lingerie. his throat bobbed and his ears rung, face burned red. if only he could take a picture of that. he'd keep it as his lock screen and look at it all day.
"you good, armin?" eren spoke from in front of you. oh god— you looked at him. he almost jumped out of his seat. you bat your eyelashes as if you knew it'd work him up, making him wriggle anxiously.
"yeah! i—its nothing!" he stammered, jamming his thumb anxiously into his mini gaming console while his pants tightened.
pervert! nerd! armin who's surprised that you'd want to be his friend, who you should never trust to have in your room all alone with his dirty fingers that rummaged oh so carefully through your laundry, digging into the panties he knew you wore recently to shove then discreetly in his cargo short pockets for safe keeping. he'd keep quiet, giving you not even a blink to indicate what he had just done.
later that night, he found your panties wrapped around his cock. you wouldn't leave his mind and he could only imagine what those tight walls felt like wrapped around his cock, visualizing the fantasy as his hips bucked roughly into his fist. your smell mixed in with his sweat and cum, pure ecstasy evident on his face as he whimpered your name shamelessly like eren wasn't just in the room over, lips wet with drool and tears pricking at his tightly shut eyes. his hand was soaked in the secretion of an ungodly amount of orgasms. his brain felt numb and his balls were tight, stomach churning sickly with overstimulation, thighs shaking under exertion. he spent hours of the night spending his time filling up your panties like he was stuffing your pussy.
you hadn't even noticed they were gone until your favorite pairs kept going missing over the past couple of months no matter how much you tore up your room, leaving you to wonder what had happened to them. but if armin would allow you in his room, you'd find them littered on his desk like they were casual anime figurines.

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Nerdmin! who wears his glasses during sex just so he can watch you fall apart clearly. He’ll tilt them down with two fingers while eating you out, making filthy eye contact as his tongue piercing presses directly into your clit.
Nerdmin! who says things like “scientifically speaking, your body reacts best when I do this” right before he curves his fingers just right and watches you cry from overstimulation.
Nerdmin! who loves oral fixation—not just giving, but having your fingers in his mouth, his fingers in yours, and cockwarming in his throat while he reads over flashcards like it’s normal.
Nerdmin! who absolutely uses your thighs as noise-canceling headphones when he’s stressed. He’ll pull you over his face and mumble “just let me focus” like your pussy is his meditation app.
Nerdmin! who gently coaxes you into mirror play. “You look so pretty when you fall apart,” he whispers behind you, fingering you slow and deep while you’re forced to watch the fog build on the mirror glass from your own panting.
Nerdmin! who praises like a scholar but fucks like a sinner. “That’s it. Perfect response. Look at how well you’re taking it. You’re making a mess, baby. Don’t stop now.”
Nerdmin! who subtly presses his hand over your throat—not choking, just enough pressure to tilt your head back and make you whimper for him. “You can take more,” he whispers. “You want to, don’t you?”
Nerdmin! who takes notes after your first few times together. Not on paper—but mental ones. What spot made you shake. What tone of voice made you clench. What angle broke you down. He logs it all—and he uses it next time.
Nerdmin! who eats you out until your thighs are twitching, your voice hoarse, and your clit too sensitive—and only then does he pull back and ask in that same soft tone, “Should I keep going?”
Nerdmin! who takes his time licking his fingers clean after fingering you—watching your expression in silence with that innocent, slightly smug little smile.
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pony boy ! a.arlert
you've only been with your sweet boy armin for a couple weeks, but he's already so dependent when it comes to you... shy!nerdmin x reader
warnings: smut, virgin armin, spitting+saliva, oral sex, p in v sex, college!au, begging, masturbation, mild dacryphilia, very mild somnophilia, breast play, and so forth and so on.
mdni.




armin was the sweetest, most innocent ever.
he kept his grades up, and honestly, he was labeled weird to everyone. not that he cared. you were more known than him, and it wouldn't be wrong to say you were quite popular.
so when you told everyone about your relationship, which he almost begged you not to do, everyone was shocked.
now lets go back to the first sentence. armin was the sweetest, most innocent ever.
keyword, was...
before you came along.
all the skirts and short shorts you wore, all the crop tops or the way you were instantly comfortable with only being in a bra in front of him, despite seeing the way he put his pillow on his lap to hide the bulge in his pants.
aw, he was so sweet when you asked him to help you zip up the back of a dress you wore, and when you went out to go to one of the college parties with your friends, he stared at a picture of you on his phone as he got his rocks off in his room while his door was locked, waiting for you to come back to his house.
him telling all his nerdy little friends about how you're the best girlfriend ever, and even telling his mom about you.
"she's really nice. the best girlfriend ever."
what a mamas boy.
and yes, you were nice. the way you helped him with his hair every morning before you both went off to campus.
when you walked with him, you leading the way down the sidewalk, he just couldn't help but look at your hips... and your ass. the way it moved so nicely in any bottoms you wore.
when you helped him pick his pencil up in the hallway, the color of your purple panties flashing him from the barely dress-code-safe skirt, making him quickly look away with a red flushed face and making sure no one saw.
ugh, he gets boners every day. he's so weird. he has to go to the bathroom all the time, hiding his pants with his backpack just to go let out a nice one in some tissue and flush it down the toilet.
and it was so easy.
because he cum's quick.
despite everything he did, or fantasized about, or wrote in his diary about, you never did anything with armin.
until the night his parents left, and he had the whole house to himself for two days. but little did he know, two days was all you needed.
he stayed up later than you, and as he typed on his computer, trying to complete assignments early, he couldn't help but glance over at the way his sheets hugged your curves.
his eyes moved from your body, to his computer, his typing slowing down as they trailed back over to you.
focus, was all he was telling himself. but you were the most beautiful girl ever in his eyes. he couldn't focus on anything other than you. him and all his little chat friends knew that.
to make matters worse, armin was such a virgin. your typical virgin who knew nothing about women but that they had pussies and were almost scary to talk to.
he closed his laptop, sitting it on his nightstand and pulling the sheets off of his legs. why do these things always happen? he had another boner. he tried to tell himself he needed to stop jerking off to you so much, but gosh, you looked so damn good.
maybe if he just... palmed himself to calm himself down?
he reached down, putting one hand in his sweats and softly rubbing at himself. he let out a small whimper, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
no jerking off. only palming.
but he couldn't help but lightly squeeze at his dick, softly moaning at the sounds of your breaths, imagining them closer to his ear.
he had to control himself.
he took his hand out of his pants and sighed, scooting closer to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck.
"y/n...?" he whispered, careful but to startle you. "y/n, I miss you." he whispered again.
you hummed, slowly blinking your eyes before reaching back and rubbing through the back of his head. fuck, you only made his boner worse.
armin closed his eyes and rubbed his nose in your neck, getting aroused just by the way you smelled.
you already knew what was happening. how? because every time armin gets horny, he touches your waist. any other time, he's too afraid to do anything.
"you miss me?" you mumbled, tilting your head away to make room for him. he slowly nodded. "yeah..." his warm, heavy breaths against you turned you on just like him.
you licked your lips as armin moved closer. that's when you felt him against your ass. "you're horny? that's why you miss me?" you sat up and pulled the sheets back. and behold, a damp spot on his sweats.
as his face got red, he slowly nodded, looking at his pants. he was so embarrassed with himself, but he knew you were the only one that would make his disgusting fantasies come true. you were the only one that would fulfill his needs, and that's all he wanted.
you smiled, pushing him onto his back and sitting on top of him. "you're such a cutie, 'min." you smiled, leaning down to kiss him.
poor baby could barely kiss you back, he was too focused on the fact that you only wore panties, and the fact that you were on top of him, and the fact that when you leaned forward, you slightly grinded against his bulge.
"ah.." he moaned softly, looking down. you felt him throbbing against you, begging for you with his body.
"ill help you..." you moved your hips once against him, making him close his eyes and whine a little. "but you cant cum quick. got it?"
oh god.
he tried his best, he really did.
but when you told him to sit up, just so you could put your ass in the air, and that perfect arch in your back to suck him off, he was on the brink of a climax.
the way you sucked his pretty pink tip so softly, and your saliva mixing with his precum.
the way you spit on it, and it dripped down to his base. he didn't know you could go that far down.
your warm mouth and hands wrapping around him so nicely, he couldn't help but beg.
"m-more... please..." he whimpered and stammered, his knees buckling and him gripping the sheets, being too afraid of grabbing your pretty hair.
"more?"
what a foolish request for armin to make.
"oh... my... gosh...!" armin moaned out, gripping your hips as you bounced on his aching dick.
ugh he was so embarrassed, because his eyes were watering. so much to the point that tears of pleasure were rolling down his cheeks.
the sound of skin connecting and your wetness mixing, the way his dick was bigger than you'd ever expect it to be, it drove both of you crazy.
"ugh, fuck, 'min!" you threw your head back as you kept your hands on his knees to keep your balance. the way your breasts bounced so perfectly in front of him, he couldn't help his self. he just wanted to look at them. and... play with them.
he raised your shirt, eyes threatening to close as he licked his salty lips at how soft they were, his warm hands brushing over your nipples, fuck, it all felt so good.
he loved that the more he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, the more your pussy throbbed around him, and the wetter you got.
the more you moaned his name, and the more he wanted to cum.
"'m...'m gonna... you gotta get up..." he whined, grabbing your hips, but you didn't budge. you actually started bouncing faster and harder. "s-shit!" the sweat dripped down his forehead, and he slowly shook his head.
"you can cum in me, 'minnie..."
that was all you had to say before he whined and moaned and shook, digging his nails into your hips and bucking his more and more as you rode him through his limit.
poor armin, his dick was so sore, and it throbbed even after he came.
his only punishment for not making you cum with him was his face between your thighs, and his glasses on the nightstand.
he hummed into your pussy as your thighs nearly suffocated him, and his face was cutely squished between them. his lips and chin were so wet, and his eyebrows furrowed as he softly sucked and licked your clit.
he loved the way you nearly dominated him, and when you arched your back, constantly repeating his name mixed with curse words.
when your slick mixed with his saliva as he flicked his tongue over your clit multiple times, oh it was to die for.
he was getting off again, rubbing his hips slowly and subtly against the sheets.
he even put his tongue inside of you, bobbing his head back and forth. and when you started to throb against his tongue, he closed his eyes as you shook, and your thighs tightened around his messy head, finishing right inside his mouth.
dripping on his chin and around his lips.
"armin..." you bit your lip as he raised his head and crawled over you.
you kissed him, your own wetness mixing between you and his tongue. as you wrapped your legs around him, you felt the sticky substance on his pants between your legs.
armins hands slowly moved back towards your shirt, and under it, softly gripping at your waist.
he looked at you with his soft, glossy, blue eyes.
"can we do it again...? please?"

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“Accidentally” sending Nerd!Armin a thirst trap🤭🥴
Notes: Sorry for slow updates but i’ve been busy with work and school is abt to start soon so it’s probably gonna get worse😭
Cw: nsfw, suggestive texting



- After a few weeks of hanging out and calling late at night of course you guys get comfortable with each other!
- School started getting serious as it was getting closer to mid terms so you and Armin stop calling each other so late.
- You kinda missed it ngl
- And so did he😭
- But you guys just stuck to the new routine of saying good night through text, maybe a “how was your day”.
- One day you just wanted to spice things up!
- Your poor smart boy had his nose in textbooks and notecards every day and you could tell he was just so stressed out from studying all day. He had such a strong work ethic he would forget to take breaks and relax his brain💔
- “Why do you study so much?? You could pass these exams with yo eyes closed!” You exclaimed.
- He just calmly responded with, “How do you think i got so smart to begin with?” And then he’d go back to read his books while you playfully rolled your eyes.
- So anyways you just wanted to cheer him up…
- Sooooo you “accidentally” send him a cute little mirror pic.
- The plan was to play it off like it was meant for your friend as you were “trying out” a new one piece you bought and wanted an opinion.
- Omfg i’m so sorry! You’d texted him. That was meant for someone else 😭😭
- Armin heard his phone go off next to him as he was starting his next group of flash cards.
- When he opened his phone to see the message he never felt his face so hot in his LIFE.
- He damn near got one of those anime nosebleeds.
- He never noticed…how fine you were…
- He was so lucky he met you. That was the moment he realized he had to have you. But not yet of course. He decided to play it off…
- Oh, it’s fine!😅 He replied and followed with a, You look nice…
- You smiled big at his response. You just knew he was blushing like crazy at this pic you sent him.
- Thank you, Min min😘❤️
- You’d spend time apologizing for interrupting
- Armin couldn’t stop stareing at your pic all night. He couldn’t think about anything else but you in that one piece. Armin never really felt this way about anyone before. You made him feel like he was going crazy.
- Yeah, he just had to make you his.
Notes: This has been in my drafts for like months 😭👋🏾 idk where to go from here right now tbh but here’s another continuation of my nerd armin series

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caught ya! | ★ nerd!armin arlert x roommate!reader pt. 2

cw/pairing: nerdy armin, virgin armin, glasses armin, you're literally touching armin, he cums in his pants, masturbation, oral m!receiving, nsfw, perverted? roommate armin x reader, f!reader implied summary: you catch your roommate moaning your name during the act. now you're pulling out his cock in his bedroom.
part 1 here
"want me to help you out?"
armin swears if his face gets any redder, his body is going to combust. the itch in his pants is telling him to grab at the chance, to let you work your magic and ride him till his balls seize up from overstimulation.
but his conscience, his goddamn conscience, says he can't. you're his longtime friend, not to mention roommate, and doing things like this with you...he'd be an idiot to throw away your entire friendship for one night of fun.
...is what he says, but the moment your pretty little fingertips just graze against the tent in his pants, he caves.
he's putty.
he's putty, and you're on your knees, blinking up at him innocently with your cute, fluttery lashes, and he's struggling to hold himself up. he's leaning on his desk, palms gripping the wood as you poke and prod him playfully, unzipping his pants with glee.
the dreamiest sighs are leaving his throat, and he feels like all the power and self respect he's ever held for himself floats out of his body, through his balls, and into your hands.
his body temperature is rising so rapidly he swears he's going to get a nosebleed.
now, armin wouldn't call himself an inexperienced virgin. after all, the many, many times he pictured doing this with you in his head have to count for something, right?
but the stream of blood that starts dripping down his nose when you decide to shed your top, (revealing that you weren't wearing a bra), says otherwise.
he feels like your tits are bouncing in his face, and his cock strains impossibly harder against his slacks.
virgin! his body screams at him.
he's facepalming, groaning, hips stuttering as he mumbles incoherent curses, reaching for a tissue. it's almost a parody, maybe an ode to all those comedic pervert scenes in the anime he's been watching.
"okay, calm down," you say, not being able to wipe the stupid grin off your face as you laugh at his antics. "maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bed?"
with his back flat on the plush mattress and a soft pillow cradling his head, armin feels somewhat better. it feels like old times, when you guys would lie next to each other in the soft summer breeze. except now, you're topless, and his cock is out. and you're touching it.
god, you're touching it.
he has to cover his face with his palms out of sheer embarrassment.
you're palming his cock through his boxers, but the implication of skin against skin is driving him crazy. he can't help but buck his hips up every time you apply pressure to his sensitive area.
not only that, but it seems like your hands have some special effect that seem to set off all of his dick's nerves, 'cause the moment your index finger gives his hard-on a little squeeze, his fists are clenching—eyes squeeze shut, bottom lip pulled under his tooth hard enough to draw blood. with the tremors wracking his body and his hips bucking up into your hand like a wild animal...
...he cums.
he cums.
yes, he came. right in his pants.
now he's red in the face, chest heaving up and down while he wheezes like some mindless incel.
he can't believe this. his first sexual encounter, and he's panting and groaning like he just ran a marathon, when he's not even out of his boxers yet.
the darkening patch on his boxers has your jaw dropping, lashes fluttering in shock as you look at him incredulously.
of course, he's embarrassed. he turns impossibly redder, pushing your hand away with a, "don't look at me!" and covering his face with his elbow.
"armin, did you just cum?" you tease. "guess you really are a virgin."
"n-no!" he's swatting your curious hands away, which seek to reveal his face to you.
"don't be ashamed," you say, booping his nose. "it's natural."
it's not natural. he knows that, but he peeks through a gap in his fingers to ask anyways. "it is?"
"sure is." you assure. "and i bet...you can do it again."
he's bigger than you thought.
he's long and thin, pink and pretty. the precum leaking from the tip of his member is almost dreamlike; you're hesitant to touch. but you snap out of your daze, reaching out to smear the clear oozing liquid over the pretty, bulbous head. it’s already slightly damp and sensitive from his previous ejaculation. he hisses immediately at your touch, head shooting back into the pillow, mouth forming an "o" shape.
now you have him in your mouth, slurping on his cock like a popsicle. the lewd squelches of saliva on skin are causing his head to spin with lust, and he's nearly ripping the sheets off his bed with how tightly he's gripping the fabric. every stroke of your tongue is shooting pleasure up his spine, and he feels like he could erupt any second.
he doesn't want to cum. call it hubris, filthy pride, but he just can't bring himself to embarrassment in front of you for the second time today. but your mouth is so soft and squishy, and the plush of your lips on him feel like he’s ascending to the heavens.
"ah! fuck," he curses, tangling his fingers into your hair. you choke lightly, gagging as he pushes you down gently. the scene is erotic, and the slick, wet sounds of your tongue on his phallus are only turning him on more.
come on, armin, you trained for this...don't be a minute man... his silent pleas to himself are lost as his abs clench pathetically.
his eyes screw shut, a huff rolling off his tongue as his back arches up off the bed. but he refuses to let it out, opting to tangle his fist in your hair and lift your suction off of his member. it slides out of your mouth with a pop! and you're blinking at him with the sly eyes of a fox disguised as doe.
you tilt your head innocently. "armin?" gosh, your voice causes his cock to twitch. "something wrong?"
he groans at the loss of his high, but silently praises himself for holding back from temptation. "no, it's just..."
he lifts himself to sit, adjusting his thick-framed glasses so he can see better. you follow, plopping yourself to sit on your knees.
you had long since discarded your bottoms, the newly revealed, pink, lacy panties displaying a wet patch at the front from your rubbing on the mattress. he gulps, tongue darting out to lick the side of his lips. his eyes begin to trace the lush curve of your hips, but upon catching himself, armin immediately averts his gaze. damn perv. he scolds himself. pull yourself together.
he's nervous, rubbing his palms together to ease his anxiety. what if you said no? the edging has his abs still clenching from not finishing, but he's determined to do this the right way.
he knows what should come next. years of consuming josei hentai, rutting into his mattress alone at night, had prepared him (and raised his thirst) for this. of course, he'd never performed it on a real girl, but he's always been a quick learner.
he coughs, clearing his throat, though his voice still cracks at his next words.
"can i- uhm, eat you out?"
worry not children penetration is coming soon...armin isn't ready yet...pt. 3?
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