~AOT One Shots~ (DISCONTINUED)

First Time (Armin x Reader *modern AU, lemon*)

How about we (finally) have a one shot for my precious little coconut, huh?

I started working on this one before the Marco one shot, and I only just finished it. For some reason, I just wasn't feeling it.

I rewrote this chapter like three times, so hopefully it's not too bad.

Armin and I had been dating for almost three years now, and we had a date at my house tonight. He thought it was just another movie date, but I had something special planned.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, making sure I looked nice. I had on a cute gray dress with matching flats and my (h/c) hair was styled in a French braid.

Just then, I heard a knock on the apartment door.

"Coming!" I called, and rushed down the hall to open the door. Armin stood there in a pair of nice jeans and a white button up shirt. He kissed my cheek sweetly, like he always did. I kissed him on the cheek back.

"Hey," he said, stepping inside. "What movie are we watching?"

"None," I answered, and confusion creased his brows into a frown. "I thought we could just have dinner. I ordered takeout," I explained, giving him my sweetest smile.

Though he looked slightly disappointed, he agreed that dinner sounded nice.

Soon, we were both on opposite ends of the couch, eating our own plate full of orange chicken, which was absolutely amazing. A bit of sauce ran down Armin's cheek, and I giggled to myself before leaning over and licking the sweet, citrus-y sauce from his chin.

His face went bright pink. "What was that for?" He asked, wiping the remaining sauce off that I missed. I gave him a playful smirk, and rested my forehead against his. I could feel his breath tickling my lips, and my grin widened.

"Well...we have been dating for almost three years." I kissed his soft lips, keeping the kiss light and quick. Then I nibbled on his bottom lip before pulling away. His ocean blue eyes were huge, and his face was flushed with embarrassment.

"You mean...you want to...."

"Only if you're okay with it, of course," I said, and he looked at his hands.

"I mean, we have been dating for a while," he said nervously, fiddling with the edge of his shirt sleeve. "I just...haven't done anything like this before, so I'm probably going to be horrible. You've been such an amazing girlfriend, and I don't want to disappoint you...." he trailed off. "Are you sure, (Y/n)?"

"Yes," I assured him, and set my plate on the floor. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Armin. Please. I want you."

I kissed him feverishly, my hands tangling themselves in his long, blonde hair. He kissed me back hesitantly, and his hands stayed at his sides, like he was scared to touch me. I broke the kiss and gave him a sly grin.

"You can touch me, you know. I'm not going to bite you." I looked at him with hooded eyes. "Unless...you want me too."

He went scarlet. "No thank you!" He said quickly, and I giggled.

"I'm teasing," I said, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. "I think you're a bit overdressed, baby. Why don't we fix that?"

He nodded in agreement, and I helped to pull his shirt over his head. His chest wasn't very defined, since Armin really wasn't one for working out.

That's one of the things I like about him. He's not about being the strongest or toughest, like some of the other guys I know. Eren and Jean were always trying to one up each other, and it drove me mad. Armin was different, though. He was the kind of guy that would be content to curl up on the couch and read with you, and the kind of guy that wasn't afraid to be open with you. I adored him, and I wanted to prove it to him.