Chapter 2

You didn't know how much time passed. Maybe a minute. Maybe a fucking eternity. But Armin was still looking at you and not in that weird way he usually did, not like he was calculating how to dip out before things got too real. He looked at you like you were the only thing left in the room that mattered. And it hurt. Because it should've always been like this.

You sniffed, wiped your face again, probably smudging your makeup even more but who gave a shit. "Don't look at me like that" you said, trying to laugh, failing miserably. "I'm a mess."

He shook his head, slow. "You're beautiful" You blinked. Hard. Like maybe if you blinked enough times you'd go deaf too and forget he ever said that.

"No, I'm serious" he added, voice lower now, rougher. "You always have been. I just... didn't let myself say it" was he fucking stupid? You didn't trust your voice, so you stayed quiet. Armin leaned back against the bathroom door next to you, his shoulder brushing yours. You felt every atom in your body light up from that one small touch.

"I really did miss you" he said after a few more moments of completely silence. "Then why didn't you call?" Your voice broke at the end and you wanted to scream at yourself for sounding so pathetic.

"Because I suck" he answered immediately. "Because every time I thought about you it hurt. Because I couldn't stand the idea of messing this up but I was doing it anyway. I wanted to talk to you but I didn't know how . I'm just a lame ass loser "

"You could've just said hi, dumbass"

He laughed under his breath, but it sounded more like regret. He turned to face you fully and your knees touched. It was nothing and it was everything at the same time. You wanted to go in his arms, to hold him tight and to never let him go. That's what your body screamed at you to do but you didn't. You couldn't. The bathroom light was dim, yellow and kind of shitty but it made his hair glow and his eyes look impossibly soft. He was so pretty.

"You ever think about what would've happened if I wasn't a coward?" he asked looking deep into your eyes, and you realised that in fact, he was looking at your lips. You swallowed. "Yeah. All the time." You dreamed of him, all this time, of him being yours and yours only, of his hands touching your body, his lips touching yours, but it remained a fantasy.

Armin was quiet for a long time before he spoke again.

"Can I fix this?" he asked. "Or is it too late?" You hated that he had to ask. You hated that you didn't know how to answer. You obviously wanted him, all of him but then he moved a little closer, hand brushing yours on the cold tile. You didn't pull away. Your fingers barely touched but it still made your skin burn like fire.

"Do you still want me?" he asked, barely audible. You nodded. Fuck everything, nothing and nobody else mattered now. And that was it. He leaned in slowly, almost like he was giving you the chance to run. Like maybe you'd change your mind. But you didn't. Not this time. Not after years of waiting.

When he kissed you, it wasn't fireworks or like a weird movie scene. It was messy. Hot. Desperate. Your lips collided like two people trying to say all the things they couldn't with words. His hands cupped your face like you were glass, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to want you this much. And you kissed him back like you'd been starving. Because you were. You'd been starving for this. For him. And it was about time it would happen even if it felt wrong, even if your heart was still hurting. His tongue brushed against your lips and you opened your mouth, letting him in, tasting him . His tongue moved in your mouth with a hunger that matched yours and the fact that his piercing was cold and you were hot everywhere made you moan soft, melting in the kiss, your body aching for his touch, for more.His hands roamed on your body and touched your breasts through the material of your blouse, taking one of them in his hand and squeezing it soft, making you pull him even closer breaking the kiss for a second " Fuck Armin" you breathed and immediately after he pulled you into another kiss, just as hot and desperate like the last one. When you finally pulled back, you were breathing fast and your lips plump and red. "You taste like mint."

Armin grinned, out of breath. "I chew gum when I'm nervous." Yeah, you obviously knew that, but you didn't expect him to be anxious, not now anyway. "You're nervous?"

"Terrified" he answered, pressing his forehead on yours and closing his eyes before looking at you again and it send a shiver down your spine. You both stared at each other, trying to figure out what the hell just happened and what it meant and where to go from here. You didn't get the answers. But before either of you could speak again a loud voice made both of you to return to the present moment. Armin opened the door and you were both following the yelling sound.

"Bro we need the rolling tray, where the fuck is it?" Eren yelled from the kitchen. Sasha was laughing her ass off, and Jean was yelling back that he'd left it "in the weed closet" Yes, apparently that was a thing now.

"The What?" Connie looked confused as hell, beer in one hand and vape in the other.

"The closet"Jean shouted. "Next to the old laundry stuff. Right side. Don't mix it with the baking soda again"

" In my defence I was already high as fuck back then" Connie answered a bit offended.

"I got it" Armin offered out of nowhere, way too fast. Then he turned to you. "Come with?"

You blinked confused. "Why me?"

"I dunno, because you're you and you're the only person here who doesn't scare me or smell like feet." Fair enough.

You followed him down the hallway, past the chaos, into some random utility closet that honestly smelled like weed, old socks and regret. The light didn't work, obviously, and the door shut a little too easily behind you. And locked.

"Wait" you said. "Did it just-" He tried the handle. It moved but the door didn't open. Holy fuck what was this? "Oh my god" you whispered. "You locked us in a fucking closet?"

"I didn't mean to" Armin muttered. "It just- shut?" You couldn't believe it "This is so Jean core"

You were standing close. Too close. Your back hit a wall. His hand was still on the doorknob. You could feel his body heat, his breath, all of it. And it hit you again, like it always did- how fucked you were when it came to him. How even in the dark you knew exactly how blue his eyes were. How soft his voice could go when he wasn't pretending to be somebody else.

He laughed, soft. "Guess we're stuck" You could feel your heartbeat in your whole body. "Guess we are" Shit.

Silence. Not awkward. Not anymore. Just loud and heavy and something.

"Do you think" he said after a second, voice lower than usual, "it was always gonna end like this? Me and you? Locked in some shitty closet?"

"Could've been worse" you said. "Could've been the kitchen. With Historia and Ymir".

That made him laugh again. But then it faded. And he looked at you. Like really looked at you.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asked almost like a whisper. "Or was that just... in the bathroom? Like a bathroom thing?" You didn't answer. You didn't need to. You grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him in, mouth already open and desperate, and he kissed you like he'd been dying for it. Like he was starving. And maybe he was or at least you hoped.

His hands slid to your waist, fingers rough, dragging you flush against him. You gasped a little, not expecting how real it would feel now, not drunk, not broken- just raw and real.

"God" he breathed against your neck "you feel so good. Better than I imagined"

"You imagined?" It was shocking indeed to hear, to see this side of him, a side he kept hidden from you, a side every other bitch he fucked saw it, except you. Well until this moment.

"Oh yeah" he answered as he kissed your neck, sucking the skin and licking it after, the cold metal on his tongue making you shiver. You moaned, quietly, and hated how much that turned you on. How much you wanted him to say more like that. Your hands were under his hoodie now, nails dragging up his back. He groaned. Bit your shoulder, not hard, just enough to leave a red mark. It made you feel like you belonged to him, like you were his.

His hips pressed against yours and you felt it. You felt his erection growing with each passing second. He wanted this, you wanted this and it felt like you're gonna go crazy. It was hot, way too hot, the air was dry and you felt like you're going to explode.

"Say it again" you murmured. "Say it" you begged, having your hands around his neck, keeping him close to you, like you were afraid he'll disappear again.

"I want you" he whispered. "I do. You're all I fucking think about."

You fumbled blindly for the light switch, just needing to see him, but the light didn't work and somehow that made it worse. Better. Intimate. It made everything more erotic. You kissed him again, rougher this time. More teeth. More tongue. Less fear. His fingers unbuttoned your jeans slightly and touched you lower and this time you let out a moan that made his whole body go still.

"Fuck" he breathed, forehead resting against yours. "I don't wanna fuck this up"

You didn't answer. He kissed you again. Softer this time. Slower. Like he heard the broken parts of you and wanted to glue them back together with his mouth. You didn't want the others to find you. You didn't want this moment to end but at the same time you both knew it can't possibly happen in Jean's weed closet. "We need to... get out of here Armin" you broke the kiss looking at him, both breathing hard and fast. "True" he said as he pressed 2 times on the doorknob and then pushed it hard and the door was now open."Wait, you could actually do this? All this time?"He smiled and played with his piercing again "Mhm , let's go upstairs" said, grabbed your hand and rushed to one of Jean's rooms.

"Guest room" he whispered. "Jean said he keeps it clean for hookups"

The door clicked shut behind you, barely louder than your heartbeat, and the room was dark except for the weak blue glow from a lava lamp Jean probably thought was cool in high school. You weren't even sure how you got there, just that Armin pulled you in fast when nobody was looking, like he couldn't take it anymore either.

You stood there for a second, staring at each other, both breathing too hard like you'd just run a damn marathon. His back hit the door, and you stood in front of him, so close you could smell his cologne. It made your chest ache. You used to hug him and breathe that in, pretending it didn't fuck you up.

His hand touched your waist slow, unsure like he was asking permission with the smallest touch. You didn't stop him. You didn't want to.

"I don't know how to be good at this" he whispered. "Not with you. I don't wanna screw it up"

"You already did" you whispered back, and you hated how your voice broke. "But you're here. So... fix it"

He kissed you. His tongue invading your mouth, moving with a desperation that matched your own. You barely felt yourself being walked backward till your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you dropped onto it, pulling him down with you.

It was a blur. His lips on your neck, your hands under his hoodie, both of you breathing like you couldn't get enough air. He was warm and real and his skin under your fingers made your brain shut down. It wasn't just a quick fuck, it was everything. Years of tension, heartbreak, friendship, want, and all that stupid hope that never really died even when it hurt like hell.

"I thought about this so many times" he breathed against your skin. "I tried to stop... but fuck, I never could"

You didn't answer. Just dragged your fingers through his blonde hair and kissed him again, deeper this time, like maybe if you kissed long enough it would erase all the nights he made you cry.

Your legs tangled, his hands shaking as they slid under your blouse, warm against your waist, and it felt so fucking real you could barely breathe. He kissed down your jaw, slow and shaky like he couldn't believe this was happening. Neither could you.

"I'm still mad at you Armin, it still hurts" you moaned soft when he took off your blouse and bra and lowered himself a bit "I'm sorry" he whispered against your skin. "I'm so fucking sorry" said as he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently and doing the same with the other one. You couldn't even think anymore, it was like your brain was melting. Your hands were in his hair and you closed your eyes, arching your body more in his mouth. His hands explored your breasts with a hunger, an urgency that only turned you on even more and you were so damn sure your panties were fucking soaked. " You're so beautiful" he said as he took off your jeans, pushing them down your legs. " Can I? Will you let me apologise? " He said slow, his voice lower than usual and it sounded so hot you wanted him to fuck you so bad. And you nodded, accepting whatever he was willing to give you in that moment.

It felt dizzy, everything was blurry and not because of the alcohol, that thing didn't even matter anymore. It was a different kind of drunk. You bit your bottom lip when you felt Armin's hands touching your inner thighs and he spoke again.

"I know I suck and I know I hurt you but..." Armin took his glasses off and tossed them somewhere on the bed and pushed your panties to the side, exposing your most intimate place. "let me show you that I care that I notice you, that I want you" and without warning pressed a kiss on your pussy then, his tongue started exploring everything, licking and sucking on your clit and you could just moan like crazy, with your eyes closed your hands on his hair keeping him there.

" Oh God Armin..." you tried to remember you were mad at him, that you waited in silence suffering for him all those years but somehow it didn't matter, not now anyway. You were lost in pleasure, his skilled tongue going deep inside of you and when you thought it couldn't get any better, he added one finger inside curling it up, making you arch your back. " You taste so... good, so needy and wet already" he spoke low against your dripping core moaning soft as he started licking you again. It was a lot, too much and it wasn't like any other hookup you had in the past. It was Armin that was doing it to you. He moved his finger faster and harder, licking your clit at the same time and it almost happened, you were so close and when he realised it, he stopped for a second, his finger still pumping inside you but much slower." Wait" He got up, his finger still in and then added a second one, starting to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and it was the most erotic thing you've ever experienced. Then he moved his fingers fast and hard, curling them up and his mouth was silencing your moans and whimpers, " Are you close? Cum for me. I want to make you feel good... please cum for me" he urged, and it happened. A few more thrusts of his fingers and the orgasm crashed over you, your body spasming and arching and you couldn't even moan anymore. You whispered his name over and over as you rode the waves of pleasure only he could give you.He took his fingers off and pulled you closer " That was hot, you were hot " he spoke softly looking into your eyes."Jesus shut up" You were a bit embarrassed and that's all you could say after your breathing was now normal. You still could not believe that it happened."But what about you? I thought we were going to...yeah" but before you could say anything else Armin's voice was low and still soft " No, I mean yeah but not today. Today it's about you" he said and pulled you closer into his arms, hugging you tight. "Stay with me like this for a bit"

You were naked, still with your panties on, half naked actually, and Armin was hugging you, running his fingers through your hair, and on your back as he kept you there, unable to move and you understood why he did that. He was afraid that after all that happened between you two, it will be different tomorrow.

You were no longer his best friend. Not after tonight and you both knew it.

YALL JESUS CHRIST IM SO EMBARRASSED TO WRITE THIS HOPE YALL LIKE IT! I will post next in a few days.

kisses <3.

(might need to change a few things)