Chapter 7 (Extra)

Ymir was still talking shit when Armin leaned into your side a little more, just enough for your shoulder to touch his chest, his arm resting on the back of the bench behind you. Not quite possessive. Just grounding. Like he wanted you to know he was still there.

You leaned into him in turn, the warmth between you quiet and steady, like a private frequency in the middle of all the chaos.

"You're disgusting," Sasha was saying, pointing a fry at the two of you. "You're gonna start doing that thing where you share one drink even though there are, like, ten straws on the table."

"I'm not sharing my drink with anyone," you said, reaching to steal one of Armin's fries anyway. "Except maybe him. Maybe."

He nudged you with his knee, smirking. "Thief."

"Don't leave food unattended," you muttered through a mouthful of potato.

Jean rolled his eyes. "God, you're already finishing each other's sentences. Kill me now."

"You're just bitter because you lost the bet," Armin said, eyes still on you.

Jean scoffed. "Please. I lost the bet, but I gained peace of mind. You have no idea how exhausting it was watching you two orbit each other like emotionally constipated planets."

You didn't deny it. Mostly because he wasn't wrong.

Armin's fingers brushed your arm, slow and deliberate, like he was drawing little shapes there without thinking. You glanced at him. He wasn't even looking at you this time. Just watching Sasha try to flick a straw wrapper at Connie's head with laser focus.

But the touch stayed. Constant. A reminder.

You let your fingers graze his thigh under the table. Light. Barely there. But he looked at you then, mouth twitching like he was holding back a grin. Like that was all it took.

Historia caught the look and leaned over to you, stage-whispering, "God, it's like watching a teen drama but with more eye contact."

Ymir scoffed beside her. "And less plot."

"Shut up," you muttered, but your hand didn't move.

Eren, finally tired of pretending not to care, leaned across the table with a half-eaten protein bar. "So does this mean we get to do double dates now? Like, real ones? No more weird avoidant bullshit?"

"Define weird," Armin said dryly.

"All of it was weird!" Eren said. "You two would be in the same room, not touching, not talking, but making weird eye contact like one of you was about to burst into poetry or start sobbing."

"That never happened," you said, a little too fast.

Connie nodded solemnly. "It happened."

Jean leaned in. "Remember the Halloween party? When you both got drunk and danced but refused to make eye contact the entire time?"

"I was dressed as a ghost," you protested.

"Exactly," Sasha said, triumphant. "Symbolic."

You groaned into your hands, cheeks warm. Armin chuckled beside you, and you felt him shift closer, his arm dropping from the back of the bench to rest lightly around your shoulders. The space between you disappeared entirely.

You glanced up. "What?"

He shrugged, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

You made a noise like you might die on the spot.

"Gross," Jean muttered. "Genuinely foul."

Mikasa, without even looking up from her phone, added, "I think it's sweet."

"Traitor" Jean hissed.

Armin tilted his head closer, and his hand slid down, fingers brushing slow over the bare skin of your upper arm. "We can leave if you want."

You blinked up at him. "What, now?"

His lips curled slightly. "Just saying. I have a bed. It's quiet. You looked like you wanted quiet earlier."

You did. You still did. But you also wanted to be here.

"No," you said. "Not yet."

He nodded, content with that answer, and didn't pull away. Just settled in with you there, body loose and warm, hand still gentle on your arm like he needed to be touching you to believe you were real.

Somewhere in the middle of the chaos, Reiner started talking about some upcoming group trip something vague about hiking or hot springs or both. You half-listened, but mostly you just watched Armin as he laughed quietly at something Connie said, his thumb now rubbing slow circles on your shoulder like a reflex.

You didn't know what tomorrow would look like. But you knew what now looked like.

And it looked like this. With Armin by your side, finally yours.

                                       ***

The air outside was cool and smelled faintly of rain, pavement still damp from a brief afternoon shower. The streetlamps cast puddles of soft yellow light across the sidewalk as you and Armin walked in step, hands brushing occasionally but not quite holding yet.

Not until he reached out and laced his fingers through yours like it was inevitable. It felt different now. Not new, exactly, but like something finally finished settling into place. And you loved it.

"Still thinking about what Sasha said?" Armin asked, glancing at you sidelong.

"I'm trying not to. But yeah. The Halloween thing really was symbolic wasn't it."

He chuckled. "You looked cute in that sheet, though."

You groaned. "Don't say that like it's sexy."

He squeezed your hand. "You made it sexy."

You looked at him, squinting. "I hate you a little bit."

"No you don't."

You didn't. He was right. You loved him but, you didn't know when it was the right time to say it.

When you reached the steps to the dorm he paused with his hand still in yours, looking at you carefully. The buzz of the earlier chaos had faded. You could still hear the city in the distance but it felt far away.

"I meant it," he said softly, "what I said earlier. About wanting quiet with you."

You nodded. "Me too."

He led you inside, no big show, no dramatic rush- just that calm, steady way he moved when he didn't need to prove anything.

You toed off your shoes and sat on the edge of the bed while he shrugged off his jacket and crossed the room to you, slow and deliberate.

"You tired?" he asked, kneeling in front of you.

"A little."

His hands rested on your knees, thumbs brushing slow circles just above the fabric. You leaned forward and kissed him. Just once, feeling how the heat started to take over your body.

Then again, slower, but hot and messy. His hand slid up your thigh, fingers careful, but there. Like he'd been thinking about this as long as you had.

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"Armin..." You whispered and pulled him on top of you as you were now resting your head on his pillow. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, keeping him close and he kissed you again with an urgency that made your whole body shiver. It was rushed, still careful, but rushed. Like he needed to be inside you. You felt the same.

He looked at you, waiting for your consent before taking off your sweatpants. You just nodded; no words were needed now. He kissed you again and before he even touched you, you were already wet.

"Just put it in" you said over his lips. You didn't care about anything else, it was too much, and the wait just felt painful.

He laughed soft "You want to skip everything else?" 

"Yeah" You said needy, sounding almost like a moan and you blushed. It felt weird to be this needy, but you didn't care, not now, not ever because it was Armin.

"Good, then I'll do that, but first let me just feel you on my fingers" he said and inserted two fingers inside you, moving them slow. "Just for a bit" and he groaned when he felt how wet you were. Armin moved his fingers faster and rubbed your clit at the same time.

"I love watching your face when you're like this... knowing it's because of me" 

"Fuck just put it in... " You moaned, feeling how you're getting close to orgasm, but he knew, and he stopped. Pulled down his jeans and boxers, but not before he took a condom from his pocket.

Armin rolled it down and positioned himself. Your face was red, and your lips parted, feeling like you can't get enough air.

He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue invading your mouth and at the same time he pushed inside, slow, letting you feel everything. Your back arched and you moaned in his mouth. He kept the pace slow but grew harder and deeper with each thrust.

"Shit you're so tight and it feels so fucking good" He said breaking the kiss and taking your hand in his. Somehow it felt gentle, like with each thrust he would speak without words. You just closed your eyes, trying to be silent and prayed that no one would come and disturb. Not Jean not Eren. Hopefully they won't knock and interrupt the fun activity you were doing with Armin.

"You need to slow down" You said, having your eyes half closed half open. "I'm getting close"

"Fuck, are you?" He groaned, thrusting gentler now and with his free hand started to rub your clit in tight circles. You couldn't even moan anymore, you were just breathing faster, feeling the orgasm that's gonna crash over you. You spasmed around his member as he fucked you, your back arching.

"Yeah, that's it cum for me" AND YOU DID YOU FUCKING DID! (sorry guys I got a lil too excited).

"Oh God Armin!" that's all you could say as you came, eyes closed and trembling in his arms. He continued to thrust a few more minutes until he came whispering your name. His forehead was now pressed on yours, sweat dripping down as he was still inside.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked as he kissed you soft on the lips and cupped your cheek with his hand.

You smiled and looked up at him, "No... it was great" you got a bit red saying it but he probably didn't notice.

"If I ever hurt you or if... I'm going too hard or too fast tell me-" You silenced him with a kiss

"I will tell you, but really it was good, don't worry Armin" You understood why he was like that, he was still a bit afraid that he will fuck things up and lose you, but he was great, actually the best boyfriend you ever had and hopefully the last.

He pulled out, took the condom off and came next to you, pulling your head on his chest. You still had your shirt on. You just pulled your panties back on and he did the same with his boxers. 

"It was nice" He said after a while and laughed. " I mean it was more than nice"

It made you laugh and blush a bit "Yeah damn it was"

You didn't know how long it had been ten minutes, maybe more, but the room was still quiet, still warm, still threaded with the soft hush of your breaths and the faint creak of the mattress as you shifted beneath him. Armin had one hand on your waist now and the other under your head, cradling it like you were something delicate. His face was tucked against your shoulder, mouth ghosting over your skin in slow, absent presses of lips that weren't quite kisses but kind of were.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he murmured, voice muffled.

"You're on top of it."

He huffed a laugh against your collarbone, then shifted just enough to look at you properly. His hair was a mess, cheeks still pink, and he looked like someone who'd just had everything they ever wanted handed to them in the softest way possible. He leaned in to kiss you again lazy, lingering, like he had nowhere else to be.

And then the door slammed Loud. Too loud.

You both froze.

Jean and Eren were back, still in the hallway, not quite yet in the room.

"...I'm telling you, if I see one more vending machine eat my dollar-"

"Jean, it was one coin."

"It was my last coin! I was hungry and emotionally fragile!"

You and Armin stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"No," you whispered.

"Yes," Armin whispered back, already sitting up, hand dragging down his face in horror. "I forgot they were coming back tonight."

"Your roommates live here, Armin!"

"In my defense, I thought they will still be with the others"

"Shit," you hissed, scrambling to pull the blanket tighter over your chest like it would turn you invisible even though you had your shirt still on. The condom package was broken and still somewhere in the room and they will definitely see it.

Jean walked in mid-sentence, dragging Eren behind him, eyes focused on something he was waving in his hand. "I'm just saying, if your protein bars didn't taste like drywall-"

He stopped. Froze. Then blinked once. Twice.

You buried up to the neck in Armin's covers, like you clearly didn't have him inside you twenty minutes ago

Eren's eyes went wide. Then wider.

"Oh my god," Jean said slowly, voice flat.

Eren looked like he had just walked in on a crime scene. "Are you...Did you...Right now?"

"We thought you were still with the others..." Armin said, already sounding like he regretted every life choice that led to this moment.

Jean blinked again. "We live here."

"Yeah, but you don't usually exist here at the same time as me being half naked, so maybe let's all have some grace-" you started, voice sharp with panic.

Eren immediately turned around, hands over his face. "I'm blind. I'm literally blind. This is the worst moment of my entire life. I want to die."

Jean walked backwards out the door like the room was radioactive. "Nope. I don't want to be here. I'll sleep in the hall. I'll sleep outside. I'm going to Connie. This is sacred roommate code violation."

"I'm wearing a blanket and I'm not naked" you shouted after him.

"Ill never borrow his blanket again" Jean shouted back.

The door slammed again. Silence fell.

You and Armin sat there, blinking at the now-empty room.

"I'm never showing my face again," you muttered.

Armin ran a hand through his hair and collapsed back onto the mattress beside you, laughing into the pillow.

"Well" he said breathlessly, "at least we didn't get caught during."

You turned to glare at him. "I hope your damn blanket keeps you warm when they set your bed on fire"

He grinned. "Fucking worth it."

You hated how much you agreed with him.

HI YALL, I MISSED NERDMIN I DON'T THINK I CAN JUST GIVE UP ON THIS IT'S A PART OF ME NOW

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