|A|N| The title says it all. I'm in health. Ew. My phone is fucked I need to get it fixed. I hate it.

|Story Starts|

You ran upstairs and rapidly ok nicked on the bathroom door.

"Armin I'm sorry..."

He didn't respond. He sat in between the toilet and bathtub with his knees to his chest.

"Armin I didn't mean to make you upset... I-I'm sorry!"

You shook the doorknob but it wouldn't budge.

"Is there anything I can do?... Armin please..."

You slumped down resting your back in the wall.

"I'm sorry.... I'll wait for you out here, okay?"

|Time Skip - Half an Hour Later|

Armin's been in there for a long time now. He was currently silent. You got up and knocked on the door.

"Armin, please answer me... are you okay?"

"No."

He whined. You let a sigh slip from your lips.

"Want me to take you home?"

He didn't respond right away.

"Y-yeah..."

"Could you please come out then?"

Armin got up and unlocked the door. He walked out, wiping his eyes. His distend was still where it had been before. (Probably not used in the right context). You felt bad for bugging him about it.

"I'm sorry."

You hummed; hugging him in a tight embrace.

"I feel terrible. What I did was wrong..."

"Mm... it's okay..."

"We still friends?"

"Yeah. Of coarse. I'd never let you go."

"Good..."

You let go, loosely holding onto his hands.

"Come, I'll walk you home."

"Hm, thanks."

|Time Skip - Getting to Armin's House|

You ran up the driveway to the doorstep. Armin walked at his own slow pace. Once he reached the door he unlocked it and walked inside, with you. You stood in the doorway waiting for him to finish undressing (from his snow gear guys). Your phone buzzed you grabbed it from your pocket and checked the screen. Ugh, just an email. Armin reached out for a hug and you accepted. He wrapped his hands around your waist, still being cautious about where his lower body was. You put your phone on the table so that you could hug him back. The embrace lasted for a while. Armin honestly didn't and did want you to leave.

He wanted to stay with you like this, but he also wanted to relieve himself alone. You let go and opened the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah..."

You waved goodbye and closed the door. Things were starting to warm up outside. Finally. You turned off the driveway and walked down the sidewalk.

Armin on the other hand watched you walk away. He wanted to be sure that you were gone before he could do anything. Once your were out of his sight he ran upstairs into his room and lay down in his bed.

|Armins Thoughts in ITALICS|

Should I do... that? Or should I just wait for it to go away? I mean Y/N's not here anymore? She already knows about it.... that... but it's so gross, she's probably just pretending to think it's fine. It's not.... but I feel so weird... I really want too....

He got up and closed the window.

Fine I'll do it. Last time.

Armin sat back down in bed and began to unzip his pants.

You stopped. Shit, I forgot my phone at Armin's. You turned around and jogged back up the street. His house was already in your site range

Armin kicked his pants and underwear off of his ankles and onto the ground.

You ran up the driveway towards the porch.

Armin spit on his hand.

I'm disgusting. This is so gross.

You opened the door and closed it quietly behind yourself. Ah my phone. You grabbed it off of the table that you had left it on.

Armin grabbed a hold of his cock and moaned.

There was a strange noise coming from upstairs. You took off your coat and boots, and began traveling up the stairs. Wait, it could be Armin... you knowing. I really shouldn't disturb him. You turned around. But what if it's not. What if something's wrong. I should at least check if he's okay. If it's what I think it is then I'll leave. You walked up the rest of the stairs and ducked. Armins door was wide open, exposing all that was going on inside. Moans spilled erotically from his tiny pink lips as he quickly stroked his prick.

You froze in shock. I didn't actually think he had this kind of side to him.

"Mmm... ngh... Y/N!.."

Armin yelled. Shit did he notice me. You began to stand up but stopped.

"F-faster... h-harder Y/N!"

So he doesn't know I'm here... but just what on earth is he fantasizing? You bent back down behind the railing.

"P-please more!"

He moaned in sheer pleasure. You stayed and watched every singling stroke, which led him closer, and closer to bliss. His pace increased greatly. Little transparent beads of sweat ran down his face, reflecting light. Since he had never experienced 'real enough' pleasure this was like his water in the desert, amazing. It felt so good to him, he didn't know if it could get any better.

"Ngh- ah!"

He yelled as his thick white seed spilled all over his hand and stomach. He writhed a bit from the power of the orgasm. Panting, he lay back. I guess I should leave... I've seen enough. You swiftly ran down the stairs and got your stuff on. Armin got under his covers and lay still. You slipped through the door and shut it quietly, this time, leaving with your phone. You ran home. I don't know what to think about him anymore. I feel like things are gonna get really awkward between us.

|To Be Continued|