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Armin opened the glass shower door and turned on the water, putting his hand under it to feel it warm up as (Y/n) leaned against the sink's counter.
In all honesty, she felt it difficult to stand.
After a while, Armin turned to (Y/n); "The shower's ready, come in."
(Y/n) heard what he said, but didn't process it, as all she could think of what how exposed she felt in that moment. Before, while they were definitely looking at each other, they were focused on... other things.
While it wasn't (Y/n)'s first time sleeping with someone, it was her first time showering with them afterward. She was nervous about being outside the haze of lustful passion, even for the tiniest moment, because it could leave room for Armin to question himself on what he just did, maybe realize (Y/n) wasn't all that worth it outside good sex.
"(Y/n)? You alright?" Armin asked.
(Y/n) stopped staring at the wall to look at Armin's thoughtful expression. She nodded; Armin sensed something was wrong.
"Hey, I promise it's okay if you want to shower alone, I'll wait outside the bathroom," he assured. "I'm sorry if I assumed anything."
(Y/n) shook her head, holding his hand so he wouldn't leave. "No-- it's nothing like that, I want you to stay," she insisted.
"Then what are you zoned out for?" he asked with a smile, his tone genuine and emphatically sweet.
(Y/n) took her hand off her elbow, her body taking on a less closed off stance. "You won't laugh at me, right?"
"Of course not!"
"Well," (Y/n) started, her eyes darting from side to side, "...I'm nervous about you seeing me like this. The light's so bright, everything's visible, you know?"
"I see what you're saying," he replied.
"Like, I don't know--" (Y/n) shook her hand around in a confused gesture. "I'm scared you'll think too much."
"About what? Fucking you too hard?"
(Y/n) looked at Armin with a shocked expression, her face turning red.
He chuckled shyly. "Oh-- sorry, forgive me," he pleaded as he cleared his throat. "Look, if you're worried I might think you're ugly, or regret what we just did, you're wrong. I wouldn't dream of thinking that way."
Armin wrapped an arm around her waist and gently urged (Y/n) into the shower, steam fogging up the glass as soon as he closed the door.
He gave her a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck and assured once more, "I think you're amazing, (Y/n), you can't do anything to change my mind on that. I've been yours for a very long time."
(Y/n) didn't know what to say. It felt like in all the time she'd spent thinking about Armin's wet dream, she'd forgotten that he was her best friend.
A sweet, unassuming boy-- well, man now, who'd never hurt anyone, especially not her.
She felt silly for thinking otherwise, even if only for a little while.
She took a deep breath and sighed, content. "Thank you, Armin. I really needed to hear that."
He wrapped his arms around her from behind and hummed, the pair happy to stand under the showerhead as the warm water coated them.
However, (Y/n) took note of the steam forming around them. She felt like she was in a foggy trance, the warmth of both Armin and the hot water aiding to build her a high but tender arousal.
She turned to face Armin, looking up at him with wet hair in her face as she placed her hands on her chest and rubbed her nipples slowly as he watched.
He covered his agape mouth, his eyes slightly obstructed by his wet hair. "(Y/n)..."
She looked down at his massive dick, taking in how it came back to life bit by bit.
She put her hand between her legs and softly stroked her puffy clit, moaning at how sensitive she still felt, but mostly to get a rise out of Armin. She then gathered her juices on her fingers and brought her hand back up.
Armin watched with awe, leaning in closer and grabbing her hand with both of his, taking her fingers in her mouth to lick up everything she had to offer.
He released her hand, moving to hold her tight as he gave one of his deathly kisses; (Y/n) swore she felt slightly faint after all the time Armin spent pushing her tongue around with his. She felt it unnerving how good he was at it.
He grinded against her the entire time, grunting into her mouth when he felt how sensitive he was getting.
He abruptly grabbed her hips. "Wrap your legs around me, please," he breathed.
(Y/n), with Armin's strong support beneath her, made a little hop and wrapped her legs around Armin's waist, becoming completely sandwiched between him and the wall.
She hugged him around the neck, burying her face in it to kiss it all over.
He lined his now-hard member with her entrance and slightly lowered her, impaling her on it entirely.
She bit on his neck to release the tension inside her, the concentrated pain of him entering her at such an angle quickly turning into pleasure as she relaxed her muscles.
He thrust his hips down, holding her in place as his dick nearly came out of her then went balls-deep again, over and over.
When Armin started, he'd go so slow but so deep in a way that made (Y/n) nearly scream for more.
She pulled her head back and kissed him, trying to match his intense pace.
She moaned louder and louder, touching him all over to probe him into moving faster, and it worked.
He held her in place nearly effortlessly, thrusting his hips down only to slam them back into her and hit her g-spot each time.
Their wet bodies where silky against each other, a perfect mold. The water coming out of the shower was nothing compared to the fountain coming from between (Y/n)'s legs, and Armin was direly obsessed with it; he reveled in the "squelch" of each stroke, the sounds of their passion only driving him closer to the edge.
"(Y/n), touch your clit, I can't reach it this time," he begged, as his hands were occupied with holding (Y/n) in place. "Let me hear you finish again-- please, (Y/n), I need it..." his voice shook, his pace was ever consistent but his thrusts grew harder by the minute.
(Y/n) leaned against Armin, making sure her mouth was close to his ear. She held Armin tight with one arm and used the other to move her hand between her legs and stroke her swollen clit in time with Armin's thrusts.
With how fast he was going, matching his pace meant quickly flicking her clit with the pad of her finger, something that made her eyes roll back.
She bounced up and down against the wall, her vision growing hazy as Armin rammed into her nonstop. Her back arched against the wall as she felt herself getting close; her walls clamped down on him and her body grew limp as she relentlessly squirted around Armin's shaft.
She cried out Armin's name nonstop, praising him with all her voice box would allow.
He whimpered softly as she clamped down on him, only a few thrusts away from finishing. While still holding her, he pulled out, and (Y/n) stroked him vigorously until he came all over her.
Armin slowly put her down on the shower floor, getting onto his knees with her.
They caught their breath, holding one another tight; the sight of (Y/n) covered in his cum made Armin want to cry of joy.
He buried his face into her wet, sticky chest.
"Please, don't wake me up," he begged.