A (NOT SO) CLICH STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! This fanfiction will most likely be split into two - three parts, so if you would like to skip to the smut then feel free to do so (once it is posted) or endure the cringey dialogue and infuriating behaviour of none other than Eren Jaeger.

WARNINGS - college!au, player!Eren, slow burn, studious!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (more reader finds Eren annoying), eventual smut.

SUMMARY (overall story) - Eren, campus player, tries to use his innate charm and poor flirting abilities to get you, studious and reserved, into bed. AKA, Eren tries to fuck reader, but instead gets fucked by reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY - Eren notices you as you rush into class. Your studious and nonchalant nature intrigues him, he decides you will be his next conquest.

WORD COUNT - 2.8k

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PART ONE - AVOID EREN JAEGER (IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT SOUNDS!)

The campus looks like an embodiment of an aesthetic autumn pinterest board as the second semester begins. The modern campus building looks rather out of place,however. It seems like it should belong in a sci-fi film, rather than complying to the overall dark academia tone the campus holds. Where the large, mostly glass building stands should be an old gothic styled structure looming over the walking grounds. However, you realise you don't exactly have the luxury to stand around and contemplate the lack of architectural accuracy as you are close to being late to your class.

 Upon entering the mostly full lecture room, you rush to find an unoccupied seat. The familiar face you find yourself next to smiles warmly, to which you return. 

One row and four seats to your left sits a half asleep Eren, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He spies you rushing through the door, along with three other students that are equally as late but not nearly as anxious about it as you appear. 

As soon as you are seated your laptop is pulled out, along with your notebook for extra notetaking. As soon as the lecture begins you are taking thorough notes, fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard. Alternatively, Eren sits with absolutely nothing but a smirk on his face as he watches. The quiet, ‘nerdy’ ones are always his favourite. They’re the easiest ones to charm - shy, probably insecure, girls like you can’t resist the charm and attention Eren provides. He decides you will be his next project. 

About halfway through the lecture - a presentation about a subject that does not correlate with the Mike Wazowski picture staring at you through the screen - the unnerving feeling of someone watching you becomes overwhelming. You could feel it the whole time, but now curiosity - and irritation - take over as you chance a glance over your left shoulder. Eren's intense eyes pierce straight into yours without hesitation or uncertainty, like he was waiting for you to look, to notice him. Although your face doesn't show it, you feel a sense of annoyance and regret wash over you. You know what this means. The watchful eyes, the look in those watchful eyes. How could you not know what it means, you've heard about it multiple times - in searing detail - from some of your closest friends that have fallen victim to the aforementioned eyes. This is the last thing you need, or want, right now. You now make a mental note to ensure you avoid Eren Jaeger at all costs. But once you see the slight smirk pull at his lips you know he won't let that happen. 

After class you hastily shove your laptop into its bag and try to collect your notebook before Eren could make any advances. It appears your stationary is plotting against you as your pen rolls off the edge of the table and onto the thinly carpeted floor. Before you can retrieve it, slender fingers wrap around it. 

"You dropped this," his voice is smooth like honey, you briefly wonder how many times he's practised perfecting this tone. 

"Thanks," without sparing a glance you take the pen from Eren's hand and throw it into your tote bag before flinging it over your shoulder. Eren steps in front of you before you can make a run for it. 

"I'm Eren, by the way. I just transferred into this class," you're not sure if it's you projecting, but he sounds very condescending right now. You know that he knows, that you know who he is. Everyone in this damn campus knows who Eren Jaeger is. 

You nod in response and try to step around him, to no success. 

"I didn't catch your name," he uses his height as an advantage as he leans forward, essentially trapping you between him and the table behind you. 

Giving him your name would mean signing away any chance of living a peaceful college life, however, it seems to be the only viable option. 

"Y/N." Still you don't look him in the eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that," you know he's lying, with the teasing tone he says it.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." Now you look him in the eyes. Eren smirks as he sees the confidence and conviction in your body language. 

Now he's convinced you're just a goody-good with a bratty streak. That's fine, he's dealt with girls like you before. A couple lingering looks and soft brushes of his fingers through your hair should break down that facade. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope we can get to know each other," he even takes it a step further and bites his lip. You inwardly cringe, but stay nonchalant on the outside. 

One nod and fake smile later, and you've managed to step past Eren. You replay the encounter in your head and frown. This is definitely not what you wanted to happen on the first day of the second semester. 

As you reach the far end of the campus - five metres from the main streets of the city- you look back at the out of place campus building. You chuckle in amusement at the irony. Just moments before you were criticising the modern building for not fitting in, but now you have your own out of place problem. Eren Jaeger does not fit into your life. 

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The next day you, fortunately, do not have class and so you are able to have a day to devise a plan to avoid Eren. Not much time is spared to that thought,however, as you have work. You're in the middle of serving a lovely edlerly couple two flat whites and a singular piece of lemon cheesecake - to share for their fifty-second wedding anniversary as shared by the eccentric old lady - when the bell rings to alert you of entering customers. 

"Y/N! Hey."

After placing the tray down on the table and warmly telling the couple to enjoy their meal and anniversary, you look up to attend to the voice that greeted you. Big brown eyes and a matching brown ponytail accompanies a bright smile that belonged to none other than your friend, Sasha. Her arms outstretched and pulled you into a death-grip hug. She always was a strong hugger. 

"Hey Sasha, it's been a little while since I last saw you," you try to remember the last time you saw her. It must have been nearly about two weeks ago at a mutual friends party.

"Tell me about it, how have you been?" 

Before you could answer you notice another familiar face behind her. Your friend, Armin. As you smile and step aside to greet him, another figure steps out from behind him. 

Oh you've got to be kidding me, you think before you turn round and march back to the counter. 

Eren stands smugly smiling beside a confused Sasha, and equally confused Armin. 

"Hey, fancy seeing you here, huh," his tone is cocky and teasing as he rests his palms on the counter; tall frame leaning forward. 

"What can I get you?" Your tone is flat, face void of emotion.

Eren chuckles in amusement at your nonchalant demeanour. 

"Have you two met before?" Sasha appears beside Eren, Armin following shortly after. 

"No."

"Yes."

The tension is sickeningly thick as your two friends share a confused look. 

"What can I get you guys?" 

"Oh, Armin and I will just have our usual, thanks," Armin nods in confirmation.

"Eren?" Armin gestures toward Eren - who has not stopped eyeing you.

"Well, this is my first time here so I'm not too sure," he leans closer as he pretends to be extra interested in the menu behind you. 

"How about you guys find a table, I'll probably take a while to read through the menu." 

Dread punches you right in the fucking face. 

Sasha and Armin nod before finding a vacant table in the far corner, oblivious to your pleading eyes - you're silently screaming at them for leaving you alone with this absolute chad.

"I'll prepare their order, while you read through the menu," you quickly turn around to make the coffee before Eren can protest.

Through the ambient sounds of the desert store, you can hear Eren's amused chuckle. The familiar burning of someone's eyes watching your every move is overwhelming. 

"Have you decided yet?" You turn around to face Eren, whose eyes are dangerously low. The realisation of where he was looking, assumingly this whole time, causes an embarrassed blush to rise on your face - much to your dismay but to Eren's amusement. 

"The cakes here look delicious," the innuendo makes you want to implode but you try to appear unfazed, calm. 

"Yeah, they're made in the store," professional. That is the mindset you must remain in.

"I'm sure they are," he gives you a suggestive smile, leaning closer. 

"Would you like me to recommend some favourites?" 

Eren now hunches down, eyes level with yours, and folds his arms on the counter. 

"Sure."

"I'd recommend the matcha tea cake. It's the perfect balance of sweet and slightly bitter," you recite the statement with false enthusiasm, a ritual you often have to perform with customers. 

"Mmh, just how I like them."(a/n omg this dialogue is so cringey, but I'm trying to portray Eren as a cringe playboy please bear with me :') )

You nod in response wishing he would hurry up and order so he can leave. Unfortunately there is no line of awaiting customers behind him. 

"Okay, one slice of that and I'll tell you what, surprise me with the drink, yeah?" 

You're sure a cup of water and spit would be surprising, but so would you being unemployed.

"Coming right up," you give a sickeningly sweet (fake) smile. The bell rings again and another customer comes inside.

"Morning, Y/N," it's a regular, your saviour. 

With that, Eren stalks back to the corner where Sasha and Armin are sitting, immersed in a conversation about why potatoes are the foundation of civilization (Sasha's point, not Armin's). 

It seems Eren is inable to pull out a chair quietly as his harsh actions causes a loud screech to ring throughout the store, piercing through the ambience. Armin and Sasha conclude their current conversation (argument) and both turn to Eren. Eren leans back in his seat, legs spread and his hands in his hoodie pockets. 

"So, how do you know Y/N?" Sasha leans forward, elbows resting on the table in curiosity. 

"Yeah, I mean we've never introduced you two before and from what I know you've never had a class together," Armin's own curiosity shining through. 

Eren scoffs at his friend's interrogation. 

"Why is it so weird I know her?"

"Uh, because you're definitely not the type of person she would befriend," that makes Eren frown. What does Sasha mean by that?

Armin notices the offended look on Eren's face.

"Uh, I think she just means Y/N isn't a very sociable person so without being prompted it's unlikely she would try befriend you," his attempt to diffuse the situation seemed to work as Eren visibly relaxed and slouched further into the seat. 

"We're in the same class, 's all," Eren pulls out his phone, which has been buzzing non stop since this morning from texts sent by the long list of girls he slept with last week. He doesn't even remember half of these people but responds half-heartedly nevertheless. 

If -a big if, Eren thinks - this pursuit of you doesn't go as planned then he knows he has a long line waiting, begging to get into bed with him. But as Eren catches your eyes - that immediately diverge away - he decides there's no way he's going to give up until he has you screaming underneath him. 

You approach the table with a tray of three drinks and three cakes, all different from one another. You place Armin's and Sasha's in front of them, then Eren's last. 

"Aaahh, look at you, you're beautiful!" Sasha cooes at the cake in front of her. 

"Thank you, Y/N. " Armin keeps it polite as usual. 

"Enjoy," you hold the now empty tray against you and walk back to the counter as another customer enters.

Eren inspects the vibrant green cake in front of him, appreciating the layers divided by a layer of light green icing. He brings his fork up to the cake, and gently pushes it down, cutting through each layer. Eren brings the piece up to his mouth, his taste buds exploding in flavour. Just as you described, sweet and bitter. He lets out a satisfied hum, which sounds dangerously close to a moan. 

Once the trio finish their drinks and cakes - which were consumed in mere minutes - you return to retrieve the empty plates and cups. 

“Let me help you with that.” Eren takes the plates from you as you seemingly struggle with balancing everything. You don’t even have time to protest as he smiles down at you and gestures for you to walk. With a stubborn huff you stalk back to the counter, to the kitchen area and place the cups in your hands in the sink.

“Thank you,” you nod towards Eren and retrieve the pile of plates from him.

“No problem,” Eren places his now empty hands on the counter and leans forward, resuming the same position he did when he first came in. 

Upon your return from behind the counter, you are not so surprised to see that Eren was still there. 

“Have any plans tomorrow?” His voice is smooth as he talks with a slight smile.

“I have class. The same class as you.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he lets out a dismissive chuckle, you internally frown at his inability to remember his timetable.

“How about after that? Are you free?” 

“I have work.”

“Well, that’s just too bad,” he shakes his head, but keeps the smile on his stupidly attractive face. 

“I guess so,” your voice lacks playfulness, remaining rather unbothered. 

“Eren, we’re going now,” Sasha appears next to him.

Eren’s eyes remain on yours, seemingly searching for something that you’re unsure of. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he stands up straight now, hands retreating to the depths of his pockets.

“I guess you will.”

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This morning you find yourself walking into class early, much to your delight. You sit down in the same spot you did last time, except the seat next to you is now vacant. As you are in the middle of pulling out your laptop and notebook, you noticed a tall figure occupying the space next to you.

“Not late this morning?” You recognise the teasing tone.

You don’t respond, instead just shake your head no, without even sparing a glance at Eren. He just chuckles and takes the seat behind you. 

Soon the professor walks into the room, his  booming voice soaring over the rows of students, announcing that the class will begin.

“We are going to begin a new project today,” this is met with quiet groans and face palms by a few students around you.

“This project requires you to work in pairs, that I will randomly assign, and-”

The rest of his sentence is going through one ear and out the other as your mind races. Knowing your luck, you will be paired with Eren. 

“I will now assign the pairs.”

You listen in anticipation as the professor lists names that will be paired together. You watch students look at each other and smile, some looking around awkwardly as they don’t recognise the person they are paired with. 

“Y/N L/N and-” please no, please no, “ Eren Jaeger.”

You almost scream out of despair. 

As the professor continues to list names, you feel the burning eyes staring into you from behind. Once the professor concludes the lesson, encouraging everyone to have a nice day and to make headway on the project, there is a symphony of chairs pulling against carpet and bags being zipped. 

“Well, isn’t this a coincidence, or maybe fate?” Eren stands in front of you, bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets as he stares down at you. 

You stare unamused at Eren. 

“Your place or mine?” The question causes you to audibly gasp which elects a satisfied chuckle from Eren. 

“For the project? Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess,” the pet name makes you inwardly gag.

“I have work tomorrow, I finish at 3. Why don’t we meet then?” A flash of disappointment crosses Eren’s face, but is quickly replaced by his signature smirk. 

“Sure thing. See you tomorrow, princess.” 

You remain in your place as you watch Eren’s figure disappear out of the door. 

It seems your agenda to avoid Eren Jaeger just got harder.

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Apologies for the slow burn, but trust me, there will be smut! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day/night (っ ͡ᵔ ㅅ ͡ᵔ)っ🎔

I also realised this is my first non Hyunjin fanfiction on here hehe. I do have many anime character fanfictions in my drafts so if you're an anime fan look forward to those! ♡

BETTER THAN ME

Hello! I wrote this after seeing a video of Hyunjin from this vlive ^^^

Something about slightly - and healthy - posessive sub!Hyunjin makes my brain short circuit, so I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Please enjoy!

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Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, fem!reader, jealous!Hyunjin, established relationship, college!au, handjob, rim job, pegging, begging, praise, petnames (baby, pretty boy), mommy kink, use of toys (onahole), riding (male! receiving)

Word count - 3.1k

Summary - Hyunjin can't help but feel jealous after seeing your fellow classmate get too friendly with you. So, he decides to let you know that he's the only one for you.

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For the third time this week, Hyunjin found himself tensing up as he watched a classmate of yours get in your personal space amidst a "friendly" conversation. Hyunjin stood just out of earshot as he awaited your presence. You hadn't noticed him yet as you were too engrossed in the conversation you were having. Hyunjin's eyes narrowed in irritation as he watched the boy laugh a little too hard and place a hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off and said a few final words before bidding farewell. Immediately, you turned and pulled your phone from your pocket. Hyunjin felt the faint buzz in his pocket. Upon retrieving the phone, he saw that you were calling him. He accepted it with the irritated pout still on his lips.

"Hey, baby! Where are you? We're still meeting up now, right?" Hyunjin watched as you stood in place, looking around the area just outside of the campus library. Hyunjin was seated under a tree across the lawn, amidst a great handful of other students so he was fairly well hidden.

"Yeah, I'm actually here now." Instantly, your head shot up, your eyes searching the area for Hyunjin. 

"Where are you, baby, I can't se- oh," your eyes lit up as they landed on Hyunjin, shaded under the blossoming tree. A smile manifested on your face as you weaved your way through the students that acted as hurdles to Hyunjin. As soon as you reached him you slid in beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey, baby. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," your hand brushed back strands of long hair that managed to fall from Hyunjin's once neat ponytail. 

The action was so tender and wholesome that Hyunjin's jealousy melted away. For now. Hyunjin knew you would never betray his love and loyalty, he knew it more than he knew his own name. It wasn't you, no, it was that classmate. Hyunjin saw the way he smiled at you, eyes hopeful and lingering. It made his blood boil and his jaw tight. 

"Hey, Jinnie? Are you okay, pretty?" Your voice was now concerned and confused as you searched his eyes for the reason behind his quiet and distant demeanour. 

Hyunjin shook his head lightly, trying to shake the lingering grips of jealousy out of his system. 

"Sorry, just a lot in my mind. Assignments are a bitch," he tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. It didn't work however as your frown deepened. 

 A moment of silence, you didn't dare break eye contact with Hyunjin as you tried to pry him open. But he didn't budge. There's no way Hyunjin could let you know of his petty jealousy. 

You let out a defeated sigh and the frown was replaced with a reassuring smile, which held genuinity where Hyunjin's lacked. 

"Tell you what, why don't we just go back to mine and have a movie night in instead of going out?" Hyunjin gave you a nod and a real smile this time. Quality and alone time with you always made Hyunjin feel better. 

"Come on then." You stood and reached your hand out for Hyunjin to take.

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"Nnggh - fuck, aaah," Hyunjin's hips bucked off the bed, chasing your teasing hand. The movie long forgotten in the background as you worked your hand slowly up and down Hyunjin's leaking cock. 

"Such a pretty boy, aren't you? My pretty boy." You coo as you stroke his cock faster, causing Hyunjin's thighs to tremble as his back arches beautifully off the bed. 

"Mmmm, all y-yours, 'm all yours," Hyunjin's hands tightly grip the bed sheets, turning his knuckles white. You smile, pleased at his response. 

The bed groans under the weight of you both as Hyunjin thrushes around and you begin to manoeuvre from his side to between his shaking legs. Your hands abandon Hyunjin's cock to remove his pants completely. Once he is free from the confines of his pants, you push Hyunjin's legs apart further to rest more comfortably. Your hand resumes its pace on his weeping cock, gaining speed. 

"Nnnghh, yes, yes," Hyunjin always sounds so pretty when he's like this. Needy, desperate and so, so obedient. However, you notice he seems more needy than usual, which is saying a lot as Hyunjin is by nature, very needy. You can sense a difference in the way he keeps eye contact, desperate for your praise and approval. How he whines louder every time your eyes leave his, even for a second, demanding your attention. You push the thought aside for the time being as you slide onto your stomach to be level with his red cock. Your lips enclose around his leaking tip, tongue pressing into his slit before circling around. The action pulls a long, breathy moan from Hyunjin. One of his hands releases its death grip on the bed sheets to reach for one of your hands. You happily oblige, interlocking fingers with his own. 

"M-mommy," Hyunjin's body feels tense as he can feel his orgasm fast approaching. You lick a warm stripe from the tip of his cock down his shaft, lips closing around his heavy ball - alternating between the two - before continuing down to his hole. As soon as Hyunjin feels the warmth encircling his needy hole, he cries out. 

“Ahh, yes, yes, more m-mommy,” a cry tears itself out from Hyunjin as your tongue enters his hole. The intrusion causes Hyunjin’s thighs to shake and his back to arch. Your hand continues to stroke Hyunjin’s cock up and down, in sync with the thrusting of your tongue in and out of his tight hole. Hyunjin feels the pressure quickly building in his stomach. Hyunjin’s back aches, his head pushes back into the pillow behind his head as he squeezes your hand that is still interlocked with his; a warning that he is close. 

“Mommy, nggh, I’m gonna cum, please, please.” The sweet sounds of his whines and begs only make you speed up your movements, adding more force. Your lips detach from Hyunjin’s hole to murmur a yes, come for me. As soon as you speak the words Hyunjin lets out a cry, hips bucking up into your hand on their own accord. His pearly cum paints his trembling abdomen. As always, Hyunjin is a sight to behold. Sharp lines and taught muscles as he shakes through the pleasure. His face is an embodiment of lustful beauty. The hand that is interlocked with yours tightens and shakes in your grasp. 

Your hand does not stop sliding up and down his cock as you want to get every last drop. Once you feel his body relax under your touch, breath slowing down, you stop and sit on your knees to get a look at him. You try to unlock your fingers from his but Hyunjin just lets out a sigh of disapproval and shakes his head with a pout - all while he lays covered in sweat and cum, eyes still closed in exhaustion. 

“I’ve got to clean you up, pretty boy,” you try to explain but Hyunjin just shakes his head again and holds your hand tighter. You can’t help but laugh at his needy behaviour, letting him have his way - for now. Not even a minute passes before Hyunjin is opening his eyes, slightly sitting up to rest against the headboard. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not yet satisfied. So it’s gonna be one of those days, you think. 

“What do you want, baby?” Your voice is gentle and soft, your free hand rubbing his thigh in a soothing manner. Hyunjin’s eyes drop as he looks at you. 

“Want Mommy’s cock,” he almost whines out. 

You smile in response and nod your head. “Okay, lovely. But you’re going to have to let go of my hand so I can get the strap, okay?”

Reluctantly, Hyunjin lets go of your hand so you can slide out from between his legs and off the bed to the closet where you keep a small box with your toys that you use on Hyunjin. You pull the harness and strap out of the box, along with another one of Hyunjin’s favourite toys; a transparent onahole. Hyunjin waits restlessly on the bed. 

“Why don’t you prep yourself for me, baby? While I get this on,” you hand Hyunjin a bottle of lube. He nods eagerly, taking the lube from you and opening it to pour it on his fingers. He immediately brings his fingers to his hole, circling them around before slowly slipping them in. The stretch pulls a breathy moan from Hyunjin. Although it feels good Hyunjin can’t help but yearn for your touch. He wants you, all of you. He wants your mind, body and soul just as you have his. He is all yours and he wants to remind you just how devoted he is to you. How desperate he is for you. The thoughts prompt Hyunjin to speed up, two fingers plummeting in and out, quicker as he grows more needy. Meanwhile, you fasten the harness on, securing the strap on as well. You place the onahole on the bedside table as Hyunjin is distracted, wanting to use it as a surprise. He has been such a good boy lately and you think he deserves a reward. 

Hyunjin’s eyes flutter closed at the pleasure that washes through him so he misses as you approach the bed again. You stand watching him as he bucks his hips up into his fingers, desperate for more. His cock lays hard against his stomach, still covered in his cum from his last orgasm. Hyunjin’s eyes shoot open as he feels the bed dip from your weight. The sight of you with the strap on makes Hyunjin moan, hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Fuck me, p-please,” as you resume position between his legs, Hyunjin retreats his fingers from his hole, wiping them dry on the sheets before wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You almost laugh at his neediness but instead you place a kiss on his forehead, a tender and soft moment amidst a heated one. 

“You want mommy’s cock? You want mommy to fuck you like you deserve, yeah?” you can’t help but tease. Your hand reaches between you both to grab the base of the fake cock. You rub it up and down his hole, teasing him. The action only makes Hyunjin whine. 

“Yes, yes, want mommy to fuck me dumb, please,” Hyunjin’s hand reaches down between you both to grab ahold of the plastic cock, he rolls his hips up to help insert it inside his hole. You allow him to do as he pleases. He shudders as the tip slides in. Hyunjin begins to move so the strap slides all the way in. Once you have bottomed out in him, your hands grab hold of Hyunjin’s hips, you lean back onto your knees to gain better control before you smile down at Hyunjin and then thrust in and out of him at a steady pace. Hyunjin’s lips fall open to let out whiny moan after whiny moan. His hands scramble to find purchase. They settle for the bedsheets, twisting them to try to ground himself. Your hips slap against Hyunjin. You speed up, rising to lean over Hyunjin. Your hands slide under his thighs to bend them against his chest. The position allows you to reach deep into Hyunjin. Each stroke rubbed deliciously against his prostate. Hyunjin feels like he could cum any second. 

“M-mommy, faster - ahh - pleeaasee,” his begs turn into a whine as you fuck him faster. His hips grind to meet your thrust. 

“Such a good boy, letting mommy fuck him dumb. Your mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” you coo down at him, smile teasing. 

“Yes, yes, I’m mommy’s g-good boy, all yours.” He looks at you with a heavy look in his eyes. You can tell there’s something on his mind, even now as he’s getting fucked stupid. 

“Yes, baby. You’re all mommy’s. All mine. Only mine,” you growl as you lean down to lay flat against his chest. Hyunjin wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down so he can pour his lust, neediness and love into a kiss. His lips vibrate against your own as he moans. 

“T-tell me again, please. Nggh - tell me I’m y-yours,” his voice is desperate as he pleads to you. 

You kiss his lips again, thrust gaining speed as you fuck into his greedy hole. Your tongue massages his own, sending a shiver through Hyunjin. Your hand grabs a hold of his hair that lays sprawled out underneath him. Your teeth lightly sink into his plump bottom lip before pulling away. A string of saliva connects you both, Hyunjin’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to regain his breath. 

“You’re all mommy’s. My pretty boy, only mine.” Your lips press a kiss to his neck, teeth sinking into the pale skin there. Hyunjin cries out in pleasure - from both the bite and the words. He can feel his orgasm approaching as your thrust drill into his prostate. 

“I’m y-yours, only yours.” 

“And I’m all yours, pretty,” your hand reaches for the onahole on the bedside tables. Hyunjin’s eyes follow your hand. He moans out loud once he sees the toy. The copious amount of precum leaking from his cock, combined with the cum from his last orgasm act as lube as you slide the toy down his cock. Hyunjin almost screams at the pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, causing Hyunjin to dig his fingers into your waist. 

“Ahhh, I’m gonna c-cum, mommy, p-please,” his words slur together as his head thrashes from side to side. Your hand speeds up, in sync with your thrust.

“Cum for mommy, baby boy.” Hyunjin is overtaken with a strong desire that he cannot place; possessiveness? Jealousy? Perhaps a mix of both, but whatever the reason Hyunjin uses his strength to flip you onto your back. You look at him clearly surprised as he has never acted out like this before. You both knew that he was stronger than you and could easily overpower you whenever, but he never had a reason to before. 

The strap had slid out of his hole during the manoeuvre and it lay against your stomach. You stare up at Hyunjin, curious as to where this would lead. You tilt your head at him in a questioning manner. 

“Wanna ride mommy,” he confesses. Riding your strap had always been something that Hyunjin fantasised about, the act seeming so intimate. 

“Go ahead, baby,” you smirked up at him, your hands rubbing his waist. Hyunjin leaned up on his knees, resting them on either side of you. His hand reaches back to grab a hold of the strap before he lines it up and slowly eases down onto it. The stretch feels somehow different in this position. Hyunjin shakes as he eases all the way down. He sits flush against you, whimpering like a dog as he tries to get used to the overwhelming feeling. 

“Ride me, baby. Show me you’re mine,” your words seem to ignite something in Hyunjin as he moans and begins to rise up and down. He places his hands flat on your stomach as he continues to bounce up and down. Sweat coats his body, muscles tight as he moves. The sight has your pussy throbbing with an intense need. 

Hyunjin begins to move faster, eyes rolling back as the strap strokes against his prostate. 

“Nggh, you’re mine, mommy. Only mine, n-no one else's. Ahh, I’m your slut a-and you’re my m-mommy- fuck,” Hyunjin rambles on as his ass slaps against your thighs as he fucks himself harder and faster on to the strap. This is a side that you’ve never seen from Hyunjin before. You’re more turned on then you’ve ever been as you watch him desperately fuck himself on your strap while claiming you as his. 

“That’s right, baby. I’m only yours. Your mommy.” The words send a shock through Hyunjin. 

“I-I’m the only one for you. Fuck - the only one who g-gets to fuck you, to l-love you. Only me, no one else,” he whines as his orgasm approaches again. His words cause you to feel a little confused. Hyunjin has never expressed such possessive thoughts before. 

“Only me. Not that s-stupid boy from your c-class - nggh - “

Oh. It all clicks into place now. A smirk plasters itself on your face at the revelation. So that’s why Hyunjin’s acting so possessive, he’s jealous. 

“Oh, baby. No one could ever compare to you. Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock, so desperate for me, yeah?” Your hands rub up and down Hyunjin’s waist in a reassuring manner.

“No one is better than you, baby boy. You’re the only one for mommy.” 

Hyunjin almost cries at your words. His fingers dig into the skin on your waist as his hips move at a cruel pace. Your hand reaches over to retrieve the forgotten onahole. As Hyunjin is distracted you slip it on his weeping cock. 

“Ahh!” Hyunjin cries out at the delicious pleasure coursing through his whole body. It is an almost numbing pleasure. His vision begins to blur as his mind grows fuzzy. Your hand speeds up, slick sounds from the onahole growing louder. 

“Come on, baby. Cum for mommy, show me you’re mine.” Hyunjin reaches for your free hand, interlocking his fingers with yours once again before letting out a shrill scream. His entire body shakes with pleasure as rope after rope of cum paints your hand, his trembling stomach and your own sweat slick stomach. Hyunjin’s hips grind down against the strap, riding out every last wave of pleasure. Your hand comes to a stop as Hyunjin’s body stops shaking. He falls forward in an exhausted heap, arms wrapping around you. You remove the onahole and place it on the bedside table for the time being, hands finding their way to his sweaty back. Your hands rub his back in a soothing manner, feeling his breath start to go back to normal. 

“Sorry if I was a bit too intense,” Hyunjin’s words slur against your shoulder but you hear him clear, nonetheless. 

“Jinnie, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced, okay? But, there’s no need for you to worry about my classmate because that is all that he is. A classmate. No one could ever, ever come close to you.” You mean every word, Hyunjin is all you have ever wanted and needed. He has your mind, body and soul. 

Hyunjin blushes at the words and you can feel his lips smile against your skin. 

“No one is better than you, my pretty boy.” Your arms squeeze Hyunjin’s waist, pressing him close to you. 

“No one is better than me,” Hyunjin chuckles and tightly squeezes you closer to him. 

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That brings us to the end of this fic! I finished this while hunched over my laptop in the middle of the night, that is what my life has come to. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

I hope you have a good day/night <3

Crazy for You (drabble)

CW: established relationship, smut with no plot, femdom, pegging, degradation, handjob, penetrative sex, humiliation/emasculation, impact play, dacryphilia

Length: 1.4K

A/N: hey you asked for it 😏

“You’re moaning like a little bitch,” you giggle, thrusting your hips forward, “We should do this more often, Rennie.”

He swallows another moan that threatens to slip past his throat. “S-Shut the f-fuck, fuck up, fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, if only to prevent him from seeing anymore of his reflection in the mirror.

Eren feels nothing short of emasculated in a position like this, on his elbows and knees in front of your bedroom mirror. This wasn’t at all what he meant when he asked you earlier, “Wanna have sex in front of the mirror? It’d be hot.” No, he imagined maybe you on his lap, him fingering you nice and slow. Or maybe you cockwarming him as he’d rub circles on that cute sensitive clit of yours. Maybe even tease your nipples a little, and end it the opposite of what was happening right now: you’d be on your hands and knees and he’d be the one plowing into your tight little cunt.

He opens one eye to peak at the mirror as you pull your hips back. He sees himself: flushed, his once sunkissed-skin now red with a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. His hair that was once in a bun hangs onto that hair tie by a thread, locks of hair falling over his face and pooling around his neck, sticking with his sweat. He’s wearing nothing save for the red splotches painted across his skin: a mixture of hickies and the evidence of your palms slapping against his skin. He can see the way his lips are swollen with your bites and kisses. His eyes are hazy, pupils blown with lust, irises that were once green now swallowed by black. He looks just as fucked as he feels. On instinct he feels embarrassed, but his feelings of shame are further and further diluted by bliss with every stroke of your cock into his tight walls.

And you–when his eyes tilt up towards you, he feels a thousand things at once. Part of him is almost mad that he’s so whipped he lets you fuck him like this. He sees your shit-eating grin in the mirror as your hands dig into his sides and your pelvis smacks against his ass. He can see your lips moving and hear the teasing in your voice with every degrading thing you tell him (“Taking my cock so well.” “Moaning like a slut, baby.” “Sounds so pretty for me, princess.”) God, it's as if you’re mocking him by copying the things he says to you when he’s on the giving end. Fuck, he wants to be mad.

But seeing the way you’re slamming into him like this? Something in him, even more so than the part that’s a little mad, he’s so fucking turned on his cock’s throbbing as it bounces against his navel with each thrust. You, his lovely girlfriend that to all others appear so sweet you wouldn’t hurt a fly, you’re fucking ruining him. You’re making him moan and cry so fucking loud he’s sure the neighbors think he’s being murdered. You’re making him so desperate for friction that he starts rocking back into your plastic cock, even when your own hips stop moving.

Even when you giggle, slap his ass, and say, “Desperate whore for my cock, aren’t you Ren?” He still groans desperately and pushes back against your pelvis once more. He doesn’t care, with the way your strap is brushing so good against his prostate, he doesn’t fucking care.

He’s babbling something under his breath, his head hanging low because he really can’t bare to watch the way he’s fucking himself on your strap. He’s practically sobbing, tears prick his waterline, but you’re not having it. If he wants to cum, he has to watch.

You reach down his back and pull on his hair, pull it enough so that he’s forced to look into the mirror. You slam your hips forward and a choked out cry leaves his lips.

“Look at you,” you coo as you pull back and slam forward again. He can barely keep his eyes open. His vision’s blurry with tears, and his jaws sticky with drool. “Such a good boy, hm? Fucking yourself on my cock, you like that don’t you?”

He can only utter a weak mhm.

You let go of his hair and his head falls weakly, his gaze back down to the floor. You slap his ass again, “Who said you could stop?”

“God, fuck,” he groans as he pushes back onto you again. His cock actually hurts and he almost has half a mind to touch it himself. “Baby, please–”

You already know what he wants, with the way his back’s arching and he’s desperately humping your strap. The sight makes your cunt burn with need.

“Wanna cum, ‘Ren?”

“Please,” he whines, “please let me, fuck–I need to cum, please.”

You reach around him and wrap your hand around the base of his cock. His whole body flinches on contact. “Fuck–oh, fuck,” He mutters as you bring your hand higher and higher. He’s not expecting just how fucking sensitive he would be when you graze over his slit, and he actually wails. It’s way too much, the way you’re still moving your hips up into him and simultaneously teasing his cock. “I can’t–I’m gonna cum–”

“Go ahead, cum,” you tell him as you bring your fist up and down his length. It barely takes any effort at all, a couple strokes while your pelvis is flush against his ass and he’s cumming into the palm of your hand. He watches your movements in the mirror, his whole body shuddering with his orgasm. As he attempts to stifle a sob (to no avail), his head hangs low and he coats the floor, your hand, and his thighs all in his thick cum. It’s so much that he’s cumming, rope after rope till he whines when he’s empty.

His eyes tilt up towards the mirror again as he heaves and you pull out. He’s an absolute mess, and he can barely even hold himself up. You tap his ass with your hand after you remove the strap and he blinks, as if brought back to the real world again.

“You okay Ren?” You ask him.

He nods weakly and shuffles around until he’s laying flat on the floor. He brings his forearm over his eyes, a lame attempt at covering his reddening face.

“Fuck you,” he finally sighs, though you know he doesn’t mean it. You laugh and a grin tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Is that an offer?” You ask, partly as a joke, but honestly your cunt is throbbing right now. He sees the way your eyes dart towards his half-hard cock resting against his stomach. You brush your hand over it, and it twitches in response, stiffening against your touch.

“Yeah, okay.”

You stroke his cock to hardness. With your cunt as soaked as it already is, you easily sink down on his length. You turn your head to the side, and you can see in the mirror the both of you: you, as you bounce on his lap, and him, still dazed but looking up at you with eyes full of affection. Even a lazy smile paints his lips as you start to release those pretty little moans you kept locked away the whole time you fucked him. But he can’t do much else than just watch, his ass too sore and his mind too faded. The only thing his mind can register is that you’re squeezing around him and it feels good. Soft little groans, nothing near as whiny and desperate as before, come from him with each bounce on his dick.

When you do finally cum around him, you moan his name and it comes as music to his ears. His hands come to your hips and he loosely holds you as you grind out the remainder of your orgasm, using him as you please. When you’re done, you don’t get off him, but only lay down until your chest is pressed to his. You both face the mirror and Eren brings his hand up to pat over your hair, hot and sweaty after all the effort you put into sex that night.

“God baby,” he looks at you in the mirror, “I love you so fucking much, but god you’re insane.”

"Only for you, Eren."

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genre: smut, college au

pairing: programmer! beomgyu x gn reader (afab when it comes to smut)

warnings: nsfw, sub virgin nerd! beomgyu, dom! reader, corruption kink, mentions of p0rn, handjob, riding

word count: 1.8k

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MANDARIN PEEL

Hellooooo! I understand that it has been a very, very, very long time since I last posted and I am not dead! A lot has been happeneing in my life and so I have been preoccupied. However, I am here with a piece that has been in my drafts for months 0_0

To make things very clear, I do not condone cheating or disloyalty of any kind, this is simply fiction and for entertainment purposes.

Also I do not have any specific reason as to why it is called Mandarin peels, it was just the first title that came to mind.

Warnings - sub!Armin, dom!reader, modern! Au, college!au, cheating, 

Summary - A game of strip spin the bottle sparks a little lustful attraction towards you, one that Armin swears is harmless. Little does he know, you harbour the same lustful attraction, the only problem is; Armin has a girlfriend.

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Lust. That's all it was, Armin swore. Just a small lustful crush that had no meaning and no deeper attraction, or connection.  

The first time Armin noticed this 'lust crush' was the night -three months ago - at Jean's party. Everyone - including his girlfriend and you - in the main friend group was gathered in a close circle, an empty beer bottle in the middle. Initially Armin thought this was going to be a silly game of spin the bottle with the traditional rules but no. It was a game Ymir made up; ask a question and then spin the bottle to see who answers it. If you refuse to answer then you have to take off a piece of clothing. That last part had Armin internally squealing and he would've up and left if his girlfriend hadn't begged him to play. You sat across from Armin and his girlfriend, your posture calm, collected and nonchalant despite the potential stripping. 

"Okay, who's going first?" Ymir claps her hands together and looks around expectantly. 

"I will," it's Connie who speaks first, a playful glint in his eyes. He's clearly drunk which means he has absolutely no filter or sense of boundaries. 

"State your question, then spin the bottle," Ymir repeats the rules and then leans back against the couch.

"Would you rather eat a bowl or Eren's toenails or a bowl of Jean's beard hair," he's trying hard to contain his laughter and complete the ridiculous question.

Everyone groans and complains about him not taking it seriously.

"Connie, that doesn't count. You miss a turn now," Ymir waves a hand at a whining Connie dismissively.

"What? Not fair, that was a serious question, a good question too!" Connie's words fall on deaf ears as everyone ignores him.

"Okay, I'll go," it's Eren. His hand brings the joint up to his lips, inhaling for a few seconds before exhaling a cloud of smoke that twirls and dances in the purple led light. It almost looked like a dream - a hazy, lilac dream.

"Would you rather fuck Connie or Jean," everyone could always count on Eren to cut straight to the juicy questions, he prides himself on his bluntness. Now everyone giggles, aside from Connie and Jean who protest and blush profusely. Eren's hand void of the joint reaches down and grips the cold bottle, giving it a quick spin. The tension and excitement grabs the room by the throat as everyone leans in closer to watch the bottle spin round and round, holding their breaths as it passes them. Armin watches as the bottle catches the light of the led's. Purple, pink, red, green. He watches mesmerised, amused even. Only when he hears everyone laughing and Jean cheering does he realise the question had already been answered, who by, he doesn't know. Next to Eren is Sasha, who is bouncing around on the ground excitedly. 

"Yay, my turn! Okay, okay, are you a sub or a dom?" The question prompts a few snickers from around the group. Nearly everyone knew the other's preferences. The only ones who remained a secret were Armin's, Eren's, Mikasa's and your preference. However, everyone had an idea of yours, since they've previously heard - on more than one occasion- the desperate pleas coming from boys that followed you into bathrooms and empty rooms at parties. But it had yet to be confirmed.

Sasha leaned forward and spun the bottle. Now, Armin focused on the movement, awaiting who it would force to reveal their secrets or their body.

As the bottle slowed, everyone cowered back until it came to a halt. You.

The bottle's reflective nature encapsulated the pink hues emitted from the led lights as it pointed a demanding finger at you.  

Seeing that it landed on you, Armin gulped, curiosity churning in his stomach. 

"Oh shit, you gotta answer Y/N, or take that pretty shirt off," Ymir mused, hand taking the joint from Eren.

You sat there, nonchalant as you played with the fraying edges of the rug underneath you. 

"Easy. Dom." The confidence, authority and conviction in your tone had Armin shivering. Thoughts of you demanding him around flooded his intoxicated mind.

"Fuck, really? You're a dom?" Connie drunkenly slurs, body leaning toward you.

"I could've told you that," Eren breathes out as he reaches for the joint again. 

"Damn, that's kinda hot." Connie mutters under his breath, which is no use because everyone hears.

"Do you like, like, peg guys?" You're sure sober Connie would be absolutely horrified at what drunk Connie is asking.

"Hey, hey, you can only ask one question!" Ymir speaks up.

"I don't mind, really," you shrug your shoulders to further prove your point.

"Yeah, I'm curious too. Are you like a hardcore dom? Do you spank your subs? Or step on them? Oh, do they call you mommy?" Sasha rumbles next to you. You simply smile in amusement.

Conversely, Armin sits tense across the rug from you. He couldn't believe his ears. The thought of you: kind, sweet and seemingly innocent doing such lewd and kinky things has Armin squeezing his thighs together. 

"Yeah, I do a bit of everything. Depends on the mood, depends on the sub," your tone is casual, like you're simply discussing the weather or school work, not your sexual preferences. 

"Of course you have a mommy kink," Eren rolls his eyes as he takes another drag from the burning joint. 

Your leg swipes Eren's in retaliation, but your actions lack any real anger or aggression. 

"Okay, next question." 

Even as people are revealing incredibly kinky secrets and removing articles of clothing, Armin couldn't stop thinking about what you had said. You're a dom. A dom. With a mommy kink. The thought makes Armin's jeans a little tighter. Armin had never pondered sub and dom dynamics before, he simply assumed leadership with his girlfriend. But imagining being under you, begging and crying, makes his heart beat faster and his hands weirdly clammy. 

The round concludes with nearly everyone half naked and blushing at their confessions. Ymir kicks off the next round, asking a more PG question, to which Historia has to answer. 

Once it's Eren's turn again he thinks for a brief moment, before nodding.

"Who in this group would you want to fuck?" He spins it and everyone watches it continuously rotate, catching the ever changing led colours making it appear like a disco ball.

It comes to a stop, pointing right at you. A few "oooohs" are howled. Armin's heart stops as you immediately look up and lock eyes with him. The rest of your face gives nothing away, but your eyes tell a different story. They reflect the look of a predator locking its focus on prey. A deep, feral hunger that makes Armin want to close his eyes, look away. But he can't. It pins him down and forces him to return the eye contact. You raise your eyebrow at him, sending a silent message that he can't quite decipher. 

"Are you gonna answer or strip?" 

Only now do you break eye contact with a blushing Armin. There's a hesitant pause from you, then you take a quick glance at Armin, then his girlfriend.

"I'll strip," you conclude.

"Noooo, I wanted to know who you would want to dom out of us!" Sasha dramatically exclaims. 

Armin watches in awe, and lust, as your hands slide down your torso and rest on the hem of your shirt. You keep your eyes straight as you lift it up over your head to reveal your breast clad in a lacy black bra.

"Goddamn," Sasha's jaw drops at the sight before her. "No wonder you make boys call you mommy, look at them," Sasha's comments provoke several laughs from around the circle. Armin struggles to focus. The sight directly in front of him had him hard. He brung his knees up to his chin to try and conceal it. 

"Holy shit, I would totally sub for you," Connie slurs, his body slightly swaying from side to side. 

"Shut the fuck up, Connie," Ymir exclaims, a pillow colliding with poor Connie. 

"What! You can't tell me you wouldn't sub for her either," Connie points an accusatory finger at Ymir, to which she blushes and looks away.

Despite the loud banter and dull hum of the bass in the back, Armin cannot pull his mind away from two things. 1) imagining you domming him, and 2) your breasts, which he takes several guilty glances at. 

Later that night on the drive home, Armin's girlfriend sat beside him revising everyone's secrets. 

"And, oh my god, Y/N is a dom? Who would've thought. Although, you gotta admit that's kinda weird. A female being the dom, like who would find a subby male attractive? It's so weird." Armin grips the steering wheel tighter, cowering lower into his seat as he keeps his eyes focused on the road ahead. After he dropped her off at her apartment, he sped home and made a beeline for the bathroom. Armin hates to admit it, and never will out loud, but he came so hard in the shower to the thought of you. And again the next day, and the next and nearly every day after that party. 

Which brings Armin to the predicament that he finds himself in. Locked in the upstairs bathroom with you at a party. 

Stupid drunk Connie, thought it would be funny to push you and Armin in the bathroom - with the door with the broken lock - after he saw Armin oogling you all night. 

"Thank me later," he yelled against the wood before his loud footsteps could be heard stumbling away. You leaned against the counter, arms folded as you watched a panicked Armin pace back and forth. 

"What if we're stuck in here all night? It's possible that no one will come up here, plus they won't be able to hear us over the music," he rambled on and on, to which you didn't interrupt, just simply let him tire himself out. 

After six continuous minutes of rumbling and pacing, Armin finally came to a stop. 

"Finished now, Min?" He visibly tensed after hearing the nickname. He felt as if he was about to start up again, but not because you were both locked in the bathroom, but because now he's noticing every little detail about you. The sweet perfume wafting off of you, your tight - and short - dress that hugs every curve of your body. But the thing that makes Armin gulp and pants tighter, is the hungry look in your eyes. 

"S-sorry," is all he can weakly stumble out. A tense silence creeps in, threatening to swallow Armin alive. 

"So where's (Armin's girlfriend's name)?" The mention of his girlfriend snaps him out of his lustful trance and back to reality.

"She's home sick. Flu." You nod in recognition.

"She's a nice girl. Kind, sweet, pretty," you speak casually, no malice or fakeness in your words. However, Armin still stands on defence, tense with the subject matter.

"But I guess she does have one flaw." You stop playing with the necklace hung around your neck to look straight into Armin's eyes.

"What is that?" 

A brief look of hesitation crosses your face, but as you notice the way Armin is subconsciously moving closer, breath heavy, you smirk and continue.

"She doesn't fuck you like the whore you are." 

Armin all but screams at your lewd and bold statement. 

"W-what are you talking about? Why would you say that?" 

You push off the counter and Armin stumbles back from where he's standing as you come closer to him.

"Because I know a subby slut when I see one, Min. I see the way you squirm when someone bosses you around. I saw you getting hard, right next to your girlfriend, when I said I was a dom. And I saw the way you blushed when I called you a whore just now."

Armin feels panicked as his secrets are revealed. His eyes dart around, focusing on the broken door, probably wondering if he could kick it down if he tried hard enough. 

"And I would like to give it to you. Give you the treatment you want and need," you lean in closer to him to whisper the next part, "and fuck you like the desperate whore that you are." A shiver pulses through Armin at your words.

"However, I won't because you have a girlfriend. And as much as I want to fuck the life out of you, I can't do that to (Armin's gf's name)." Armin visibly deflated with disappointment. He's conflicted, he really is. He has been dating his current girlfriend since high school, yeah she constantly degraded him - and not in the way Armin likes - but she often made him feel worthless and unloved. Like he was weird and wouldn't be loved by anyone else. Like he was nothing. But ever since he met you he's felt so much: happiness, excitement, purpose, lust. You took the time to get to know him, to listen to what he had to say and reassure him that his opinions mattered. This is when Armin realises that this growing feelings towards you were much more than lust, he liked you. Like really, really liked you. 

"I-I want," he inhaled a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say, about to allow. 

"I want you to show me." Finally his eyes meet yours. You stare at him surprised and wary, hesitant.

"Are you sure? You know once this happens, we can't undo it, right?" 

"I know. But, I-I really like you. Like, I like, like you and I have for a while now, you just make me really happy and like I matter and -" 

"Armin, hey, it's okay I get it. I really like you too." The surprised and relieved look on his face makes you laugh. 

"You do? Like more than a friend, and more than you know, lust," his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Yes, Armin. I like you, more than a friend and more than just lust. I like you, romantically." 

There's a knowing silence. A waiting game. To see who dives in first. It seems Armin is able to exercise patience better than you as you are first to crack. One hand is instantly around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that quite literally takes his breath away. Armin hums a weak moan as you pull on the strands of hair at the back of his neck. The vacant hand travels down his chest, brushing over his perked nipples through his thin shirt, eliciting a delectable moan from him, and you make a mental note to lavish his pretty nipples later. You pull away from his lips only to lightly sink your teeth into his bottom lip. Armin's hips roll forward to try to gain friction, a pretty whine being pulled from the back of his throat. 

Your lips press open, mouth kisses down his jaw, neck and you suck down on the spot that has Armin shivering. 

"P-please, gimme more, please I've waited so long," 

Armin feels you smirk against his sensitive skin, before placing one last kiss on the spot.

"Are you getting impatient, pretty boy?" 

Armin profusely blushes at the petname. Your hand slides down his chest and rubs over his hard cock.

"Wow, you're already this hard just from kissing? You really are a whore, aren't you, baby?" The smile on your face is sweet, almost condescending. 

Your hands unzip Armin's jeans and pull them down, along with his underwear, just enough to expose his leaking cock. Armin lets out a high pitched whine as the cold air makes contact with his exposed skin. As soon as your hand grabs his cock, Armin's knees buckle and he has to grip onto the counter to keep himself up. 

"F-fuck, oh god, I'm not gonna last long, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," his voice turns unrecognisable, to both you and Armin, as it rises in pitch and comes out in quick breaths. 

"That's okay, baby. Just enjoy it while it last ,yeah?" You slide down onto your knees infront of Armin. His breath catches in his throat at the realisation. He was fine with a simple hand job, but the fact that you're starting to lean forward, tongue out flat, ready to catch the leaking pearls of his precum has Armin short circuiting. He braces himself for contact, praying he doesn't cum in three seconds.

Your wet tongue licks warm circles around his tip, right hand stroking him while your left fondles his heavy balls. Armin cannot think straight, his mind clouding with lust and you. You. You, who begins to bob your head up and down, cheeks hallowing to suck him in, deep. The pleasure is intense and Armin slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud whines and curses spilling from his mouth.

"F-fuck, feels s-so good," his eyes roll back as you dip your tongue into his slit. 

An idea strikes you as Armin fixates on your breast. You pull away, to Armin's despair, and unzip your dress pulling it down to expose your breast. Armin's cock twitches at the sight and a thick string of precum trickles out of his tip. Your hands proceed to reach behind you and unclip your bra. You unravel it from yourself and place it next to you on the ground. Now Armin is using all of his control to not cum on the spot. He squirms as you sit up on your knees and take his cock between your breast.

"Oh god, n-no, no, please. I'll cum too soon, please," he tries to plead with you, but the hungry look on your face tells him they are futile.

"Cum when you want, pretty. I don't mind," then you squeeze your breast together, trapping Armin's cock between them. Armin lets out a loud moan, borderline scream, as you start moving up and down. The sight of his cock disappearing and re-emerging between your breast is overwhelming. Armin drapes his arm over his eyes to conceal the erotic sight before him, fearing it will make him cum on the spot. The feeling of your soft breasts engulfing his cock is nearly unbearable, but once he feels your tongue lick his tip he screams out. 

"I'm cumming, oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm sorry," his head falls back, deep breaths escaping his parted lips. You watch as Armin's chest heaves, you see his thighs shaking and it brings a satisfied smirk to your face. 

"Cum for me, baby," as soon as the words leave your mouth, Armin is convulsing with such intensity, you fear he's gonna topple over. 

He shudders under the intense look in your eyes as you stick your tongue out to catch the cum that spurts out of his red tip. Thick strings of Armin's cum paints your breast white. Your finger comes up to swirl it around your nipples, before scooping it up to lick off. 

"F-fuck," that encourages Armin's cock to get painfully hard again. You rise up and Armin pushes forward to catch your lips in a desperate, frenzied kiss. 

"Please let me taste you," he pleads, eyes full with a lustful desperation.

"Where, baby?" You already know the answer but you love to see Armin squirm.

Armin is hesitant to be forward in his answer but his desperation gets the better of him. 

"Please, let me taste your pussy."

You smile and bring your hand to his chin, he nuzzles into your hand. The look of his face, the absolute devotion and need to please you has your core dripping.

"How could I say no when you look so pretty begging?" You lift yourself up on the counter and pull your underwear down, letting it fall to the ground infront of Armin. 

Instantly, Armin drops to his knees and places one hand carefully on each of your knees. 

He looks up at you one last time to ensure he has your permission.

"Go for it, pretty," Armin is quick to dive in, tongue eagerly lapping away at your wet folds. He moans into your pussy, eyes rolling back at being completely smothered by you. You moan out as Armin zeros in on your sensitive clit, alternating between sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. 

"Aaah, just like that, baby," your hand snakes into his hair and lightly pulls at it. This encourages Armin as his efforts increase tenfold, humming against your clit. Armin's hand comes up and he slowly slides a slender finger in. The way your thighs shudder against his head tell him that you enjoy it. He adds another finger, scissoring the two in and out while his tongue spells his name against your clit. Armin's fingers curl as he pushes them as deep as they can go, this action elicts a loud moan out of you. Armin nearly cums at the sound, hard cock throbbing between his legs. His hand hovers over his leaking cock, but he never strokes it - despite how he so desperately wants to. 

"Go ahead  baby boy, stroke your pretty cock while you eat me out," your hand pats his head in encouragement and confirmation.

Armin complies, hand quick to tease his cock. The pleasure causes Armin to let out a long whine, the vibrations elevating your own pleasure. 

"Fuck, baby, keep going. A-aah, you're gonna make me cum," your thighs quiver around Armin's head, voice rising in pitch and volume as he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard. His hand increases in speed, hips weakly thrusting up into his tight fist. 

"Armin, I'm cumming, aahh," Armin feels your walls clench around his fingers as you cum with a pleasurable moan. The lewd sounds you make send Armin hurderling towards a second orgasm. He ensures to work you through your orgasm, gently sucking on your clit as he shakes through his own orgasm. 

Armin doesn't stop until your hand pulls him away from your oversensitive clit by his hair. The look on his face almost makes you laugh, glossy eyes, rosy cheeks and your juices dripping from his lips and chin. He looks completely fucked out. 

"Are you okay, pretty?" It takes a few seconds for Armin to process your words, but once he does, he weakly nods his head.

You laugh and lightly slap his cheek. This causes a low whine from Armin. You raise your eyebrow at him at the discovery. 

"You are just full of surprises, aren't you?" You reach your hands down to help Armin up from the cold tiled ground. His legs jiggle slightly as he leans against the counter for support. Armin's eyes look down at where his cock and your pussy are mere inches from each other. His breathing picks up again as he imagines pushing his cock into your tight walls. 

"What is it, baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

Armin is hesitant to voice his needs, not wanting to overstep with you.

"You can tell me, Armin," your thumb gently rubs back and forth on his cheek.

This gives Armin the confidence he needs as he clears his throat to speak.

"C-can I, I mean c-can we, u-umm-," you press a kiss to his lips.

"Do you want to fuck me, baby boy?" 

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okayyyy, that concludes part one to Armin's fanfic.

Again, I apologise for being gone and inactive for so long. I am still working on part three to my Eren piece, but I will ensure to get that finished and uploaded soon! Pinky promise.

Anyways, enjoy this piece and part two will be up sometime in the near future.

Have a good day or night <3

SUNDAY MORNING, RAIN IS POURING

Hello, I am back with another Hyunjin fanfiction. This idea came to me while I was sitting at work hehe. Hope you enjoy ♡

Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, f!reader, morning sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), praise, petnames, fluff, soft moments with Jinnie <3

Summary - You and Hyunjin indugle in each other in a sleepy haze, while the rain plays as a backtrack.

Word count - 1.6k

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The soft pour of autumn rain sounded a low hum as you and Hyunjin lay entangled in bed, letting the warmth of each other comfort you on this frigid morning. Hyunjin’s slow inhale and exhale of his breath acts as a lullaby, trying to lure you back into sleep. You can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he lays sprawled across your body, his head placed on your breast as a makeshift pillow - his personal favourite sleeping position. Your fingers brush through the soft tresses of his hair, finding comfort in the repeated action. It seems to do the same for Hyunjin as he hums with content in his sleep. Your other hand reaches for your phone that rests on the edge of the bedside table, upon retrieving it you unlock it to see the time. 7:43am. Your hand reaches out to try to put the phone back in its place, but it does not balance and tumbles to the ground. The commotion causes Hyunjin to stir and sleepily lift his head up to look at you in curiosity. 

“Sorry for waking you, angel,” your voice is laced with the remnants of slumber.

He blinks slowly at you, similar to that of a house cat kindly greeting its owner.

"Morning," a dreamy smile tugs at his lips as his hand wriggles its way out from under him to wipe the residues of sleep out of his eyes.

You enjoy moments like this. Moments in which you both awake to the comfort of each other, slow mornings, sleepy confessions of love. It is a raw moment, a moment of unfiltered love. 

Your lips place a soft kiss on the top of his head, causing his eyes to flutter close.

A tender hand gently caresses Hyunjin's cheek and when he opens his eyes he is overwhelmed by the love that you look at him with. He feels his heart swell with love and admiration for you. Hyunjin leans closer and tries to pour all of his love, all of his admiration and emotions he holds for you into a kiss. You can feel it, the unspoken love, appreciation and passion. Hyunjin's hands reach for your cheeks, holding them with the gentleness of a gardener handling a rare rose, afraid to pull you apart, ruin your beauty. Initially, the kiss that he places on your lips is tender, however, that pure, wholesome tenderness soon turns into a fiery of passion, want and lust. Your hands unravel from his hair and slide down the bare expanse of his soft back. You feel the light bumps of the freckles and moles that paint constellations on his skin. Lower, your hands ventur until they rest on the delicate curve where his back meets his lower half. The thin cotton sweatpants fray along the hem, your fingers mischievously dip under and hook around the band. Hyunjin moans against your lips, hips grinding forward against your clothed front, desperate to be marked and loved by you. Cold fingers slide under Hyunjin’s sweatpants, continuing under the protection of his underwear, squeezing the plump flesh of his ass. Hyunjin moans in satisfaction and swings his leg over you to be closer. The closeness that you both have achieved seems not nearly enough as Hyunjin whines and then rolls his whole body on top of you, trapping himself between your legs.

His shaky hips grind forward against your core, Hyunjin’s breathy whines vibrate against your neck. 

“Please,” a singular word but it holds a thousand hidden messages: please don’t leave me, please love me, please let me love you, please let me feel you.

“Please what, Jinnie?” Your hands retreat from his underwear and rub up and down his back.

“Please, let me taste you,” Hyunjin pulls his head out from the comfort of your neck to peer into your eyes with a hungry and desperate look. One that you have seen many times, yet it never fails to make your heart beat just a little faster, make your cheeks alight with a rosy hue, to make your core throb with the same hunger and desperation. 

“Of course, baby,” Hyunjin slides himself further down your body, effectively stripping the bed of its sheets as his movements prove too eager. His long strands tickle the insides of your plush thighs, which causes your legs to spread wider. Hyunjin is quick to peel your underwear off, unable to maintain the patience required to fully indulge in admiring and teasing you. Hyunjin’s hips grind into the mattress below him as he is welcomed by the warmth and scent of your pussy. His hands slide under your thighs to gain a good grip as he pulls you forward and dives in. Your back arches at the sudden pleasure that washes through your body. It courses through you like electricity, alighting every nerve in your body. Your thighs tremble against his head as his tongue flicks against your sensitive clit. His movements are quick but precise as he craves to make you feel good and feel you come apart on his tongue. His tongue dips in between your wet folds, curling at just the right angle to make you shiver and moan. Hyunjin is quick to catch on, he alternates between fast thrust of his tongue and then slow and deep thrust, curling his tongue to make your moans louder. 

“A-aah, such a good boy, making me feel so good,” your fingers return to his hair, pulling at it slightly. Hyunjin’s ministrations increase in pace at the praise, his hips grind harder into the mattress. Hyunjin slides a hand out from under you and collects your wetness on his fingertips before slowly sliding them into your pussy. As usual, your pussy engulfs him and Hyunjin whines at the sight of your soft walls sucking him in. A moan louder than your previous ones tumbles out into the cold air of the room as his fingers bring another wave of pleasure. 

“Faster, baby,” your chest rises and falls with quick and shallow breaths as the pleasure Hyunjin is providing is becoming overwhelming. Hyunjin pumps his fingers in and out faster as you instructed and he ensures to focus on the angles that make your thighs squeeze tighter against his head. It seems his goal is to be completely suffocated by you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard, as his fingers curl deep inside of you. Your back arches as a loud moan is pulled out of you, the sound causes Hyunjin to moan and the vibrations only makes your thighs tremble harder. 

“S-so close, baby, just like t-that, aah,” Hyunjin has to use his free hand to hold your hips down as they keep moving around - as if they have a mind of their own. The rain outside picks up as your moans threaten to outsing mother nature. The drops racing down the glass panes mirror the salty tears sliding down your cheeks. The pleasure you feel spreads throughout your body like a wildfire as Hyunjin zeros in on sucking your clit and pressing his fingers into the right spot. 

“I’m going to cum, don’t stop, fuck, ahh,” Hyunjin’s heavy lidded eyes focus on the way your face screws up in pleasure. Your eyes lock with Hyunjin’s as you come undone. He makes sure to continue his ministrations - although more slower and gentle - to prolong your euphoria. Your toes curl, head thrown back into the freshly washed pillow as bliss reaches every inch of your body. Hyunjin’s hips halt and shake as he cums onto the sheets pressed flush against him. Loud moans fade into quiet protest, to which Hyunjin stops his actions and he wipes his chin that drips lewdly with your juices. Hyunjin sucks his fingers clean and hums in satisfaction at being able to be responsible for your bliss. Hyunjin waits for you to come back from the clouded state you’re in. His hands brush up and down your legs to ground you and once you sit up on your elbows, you are met with a sheepish, and almost shy grin from Hyunjin. His actions now are in stark contrast to his previous ones that played out mere minutes ago. You love his duality. You love him.

“I love you,” he says, as if he could hear your thoughts. 

“I love you. My sweet boy, come here,” your arms spread to welcome him in but before he does he stops himself.

“I should probably clean myself up,” he looks down at his cum covered thighs with flushed cheeks. 

“Awe, did my baby boy cum from eating my pussy?” Your teasing only makes Hyunjin’s blush redder and he covers his face with his hands.

“Stop it,” although you cannot see it, you just know he’s pouting.

“I’m only joking, come here, let’s clean you up,” your hands wrap around his wrist and pry his hands away from his face. As expected there is a pout on his glossy lips. 

“You are just so cute,” you muse, leaning forward to place repeated kisses on his pouty lips and flushed cheeks. Hyunjin giggles and pretends to cower away in disgust. 

“Fuck, I really do love you,” you whisper, eyes once again full with pure love and admiration. 

The rain stops pouring beyond the windows, the last of its tears drying from the morning sun that breaks through the clouds, painting the bedroom in soft golden hues. The light illuminates Hyunjin’s honey skin and alights his hair in a soft glow that seems almost angelic. 

“I really love you,” he whispers back, his words feeling like they are dripped in gold. 

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Have a lovely day/night ♡