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Need Help?~ Armin x Dom Gender Neutral Reader
Warning(s)⚠: handjob, soft smut, Dom Reader, Sub Armin
Summary: Eren had finally slept after you had dommed him but Armin was a bit too bothered by his hard on to sleep so he decided to go to the bathroom to try and fix the problem in his pants so once he was sure Eren was sleep he got up and rushed to the bathroom turning his head to make sure Eren didn’t wake up he bumps into you who was walking out of the bathroom (to clean up you and erens mess) “You ok?”
You asked tilting your head “Y-yeah I’m fine“
he said facing away from you. You then looked down only to see he was squeezing his legs together and holding an arm in between his legs trying to hide his aching problem you tried to keep in a laugh to seem as innocent as possible but your sinister smile wasn’t helping “Do you need help with that Armin?”
you asked the blushing boy who was now blushing harder then before “N-no thank you”
he replied bitting his lower lip “Do you even know how to relive yourself?”
You said crossing your arms with a small smile plastered on your face “No..”
he quietly said completely embarrassed ”Come here let me help you ok?”
You said putting your hand on his shoulder. Flinching back from the sudden touch ”alright..”
he said with his hard on aching. “Great just trust me.”
You said letting out a small chuckle, leading him to your room. ”Take off your pants and get on the bed”
you ordered standing above him fully clothed . Armin of course complied and sat on the bed nervousness coming over him “lay down for me now”
he did as you said nervousness coming over him as you then straddled on of his legs. you then begin rubbing his hard on slowly Which caused him to let out a small moan. “Your really cute you know?”
you chuckled out watching as he put his hands over his mouth you decided to speed up wanting to tease him more “T-that feels weird”
he stuttered out letting out a longer moan. You then started fisting his cock as fast as you could “W-wait y-y/n!“
he whined before drooling on his chin and letting out loud and long moans before finally hitting his orgasm. his cum was splattered all over his body, and you started slowing down your hand allowing him to come down from his high “You know usually I would punish you for coming without my permission but it is your first time so I will let this slide at least this time I will”
You said before going to grab him a wet cloth and cleaning him up before you both decided to go back to sleep armin not being able to sleep the entire night.
(poor baby) hope you liked it! It was was fun writing it! Part one is on @certified-mommy account with Eren instead, go check it out!
why tf is every damn good writer of jjk smut or maybe just a lot of random ass smut abt anything gotta have this female y/n who’s always fucking whimpering and stuttering like why do ppl gotta be acting like being submissive or something somehow means u don’t know how to talk or ask and receive what u want anymore without having to be a whiny bitch who’s just taking it as if it's not supposed to be a mutual fun experience like just write your damn smut without making y/n seem like such a fucking loser.
don’t even get me started on how a majority of smut normalizes y/n being solely the submissive crying-when-he-puts-the-cock-in-cuz-it’s-just-so-damn-good type and enjoys being degraded constantly like damn.
like it’s not to say that other ppl might not enjoy those things it’s just that there’s not enough smut where esp the female reader is just another person on equal footing or is the more dominant one verbally or psychologically or just switchy behavior.
this is just a mad rant where i’m complaining that’s all.
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! ♡
MONDAY MOANING
Hello! Another Eren Jaeger thirst ♡ From my fics you can definately tell that I have a weakness for men with long hair....
Warnings - sub! Eren, voyerism, brief mention of dom!reader x sub!Armin, masturbation (solo m!), anal play (solo m!), nipple play (m!receiving and solo m!), Eren masturbating to you ♡
Summary - Eren often wakes to a hard cock and dirty thoughts about you, but lately they've been occuring more often after witnessing you fucking Armin. So, in a desperate haze, Eren fucks himself to the thought of you.
Word Count - 1.2k
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This was something that Eren was used to; awakening to a hard, leaking cock. It happens very often, more often than not, but it has only increased over the past month. Ever since you. Previously, you and Eren were friends, really good friends but about one month ago his platonic feelings towards you took a turn. A sexual turn. It was his fault, really, he should've minded his own business. But minding his own business has always been Eren's weakness. It happened at a party one night, everyone was a little tipsy and the overall mood was light and fun. Eren had been watching you all night, something about you had seemed different, maybe it was the fact that you just looked extra beautiful tonight, or the fact that Eren was so sexually fraustrated, or perhaps a combination of both. Whatever the reason, Eren couldn't stop watching you. So when you grabbed Armin's hand and led him upstairs, his inability to mind his own business caused him to follow you both. He watched you disappear into a room and despite his sober consciousness yelling at him to stop, don't be a fucking pervert, his drunk side overtook him and he opened the door - just a fraction to see the sight that changed everything. You were straddling Armin's lean body, his wrist pinned above his head with one of your hands, your other hand had his shirt pulled up so you could pinch at his nipple as your lips sucked at his neck. Eren watched in awe as you grinded down against Armin, hips moving in such a rhythm that it had Armin whining and squirming under you. Eren knew he shouldn't be watching, he knew it was wrong but when he saw you lift your shirt over your head, breast on display he couldn't bring himself to walk away. Eren felt himself grow hard as he watched you kiss down Armin's body and devour his cock. The way you teased Armin made Eren twitch in his pants. Eren's breath hitched as he listened to you coo and degrade Armin, calling him a "desperate slut," and "your pretty whore," Eren wanted to whine. He wanted to be your slut. He wanted to be the one whining and squirming under you. That night Eren jerked off, in the open hallway, to the sight of you bouncing up and down on his best friend's cock. He came into his hand, and the floor in front of him, as you moaned and called Armin your "good boy".
Ever since that night, Eren has came time and time again to the thought of you dominating him, ruining him, fucking him.
Which leads to him now, hand sliding down his torso, under his sweatpants and around his leaking cock. Eren's breath hitches at the contact. He whines as he pushes his sweatpants off his tan legs, exposing his leaking cock. His tip leaks sticky precum which he uses as lubricant. Eren moans as he swipes his thumb over his sensitive tip, back arching off of the bed as he imagines your piercing eyes looking at him in disgust. How you would chastise him for being such a needy slut, a dirty boy. Eren brings his hand to his mouth and slips his fingers between his lips, the pads of his slender fingers slide against his tongue. He whines at the salty taste of his precum but continues sucking around his long digits until he's humming around them, hips rolling up in desperation. Once his fingers are lubed up he pulls them out, a string of saliva following. Eren reaches his wet fingers down to his needy hole that clenches around nothing at the thought of being stuffed by you. Eren teases himself, fingers rubbing over his hole, causing a shudder to ring through his body. The feeling of his wet fingers drawing circles around his fluttering hole has Eren's cock leaking more precum until finally he lets his fingers slip past and inside the tight ring of muscle. Eren's back arches deliciously at the intrusive feeling. He stills his fingers and allows himself a moment to adjust. That moment is short lived as Eren grows needy and impatient. He needs more. His fingers slowly thrust in and out, his walls clenching tightly around his digits. Eren's free hand grips the sheets as his chest rises and falls with each thrust of his fingers.
"F-fuck," his voice is breathy, and the remenants of sleep are still present. His head lolls from left to right before pressing back into his pillow. His fingers gain speed and depth as he grows more desperate for friction.
"A-ahh, yes, yes," Eren can't recognise the whiny voice that pleads to an imaginary you. The hand gripping the sheets goes to play with his nipples to replicate the way you were brushing your fingers over Armin's. A whiny moan is pulled from Eren's lips, his eyes rolling back at the tingling sensation.
"So g-good," he smiles at the pleasure that is steadily building. Desperate for more, Eren rolls over onto his stomach and lifts his hips up, hard cock hanging between his legs, leaking thick strings of precum. Eren re-adjust his hands and reaches back to let his fingers slip into his hole. The change of position allows Eren to reach deeper, and his legs shake at the feeling. He rocks back into his fingers, eyes screwed shut, mouth open as he lets out moan after desperate moan. He fucks himself faster, harder as he imagines it's your fingers curling inside of him.
"A-aah, mommy. F-fck, more please," Eren pictures your smirk as you speed up the pace to a brutal one, thrusting your fingers in and out of his sloppy hole without mercy. Eren can feel the tension in his stomach build as he nears his edge. His face falls against the sheets, drool pooling around him as he rocks back and forth against his fingers.
"Nngh, fuckfuckfuck," his free hand is quick to reach for a pillow to put under him. The soft fabric rubs deliciously against his throbbing cock. He moans out, nearly screaming at this point, your name like a mantra falling from his lips as he imagines you praising him, encouraging him to let go. "Cum for me," he imagines you snarling into his ear. He curls his fingers as his hips shudder against the pillow.
"Aahhh, mommy, fuckfuck, Y/N!" Eren cries out, tears falling from his lash line as he cums, hard. His cum paints the pillow, his stomach and the sheets. He shakes through the orgasm, legs threatening to give out from the intensity. His fingers slowly grind against his prostate to prolong the euphoric feeling. As the pleasure morphes into pain, Eren stops, fingers leaving his clenching hole to instead grip the sheets as he shakes with sensitivity. His face is pushed flush against the sheets as he tries to calm his breathing down.
"Wow, wasn't that a show." The sound of your voice causes Eren to jump and whip around. His eyes widen in absolute terror as he sees you leaning against his doorframe.
"Y/N, it's not what it looks like, I swear," before he can come up with a lame excuse, you step forward and raise a hand to silence him.
"Hmm, it looks like you were being a dirty little slut, fucking yourself to the thought of me," you inch closer to Eren, whose cock is growing impossibly harder at your words. Eren whines in response, thighs closing in anticipation.
You smirk at his actions.
"Well, if that's what you wanted I hope you're ready, because we're not stopping until I'm satisfied, baby boy."
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As you can tell I have a soft - hard - spot for Eren Jaeger. He is just so breakable, mans makes me feral.
I hope you have a good day/night ♡♡
A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD
Hello! Here is the long awaited part 2 to the sub! Eren fic. I apologize for how long it took - like three months ¯_( ͡👁️ ͜ʖ ͡👁️)_/¯ - but it is now here. There will be one last part (which will be all smut, oof) Please enjoy <3
Warnings - sub!Eren, dom!reader, f!reader, cringy Eren, college!au, use of petnames (princess, pretty boy), making out
Chapter Summary - Eren continues to woo you into submitting to him, however, after his plan backfires he finds himself in a comprising position.
Word count - 4k
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PART TWO - CHANGE OF PLANS!
There were exactly twenty-five minutes until your shift ended. You stared at the clock like you had a personal vendetta against it, hating every second that passed because that meant you were that much closer to meeting with Eren. That is if he remembered to show up. Which you prayed he wouldn't. Usually you would be angry if someone stood you up when planning to meet, but right now that sounded like the best thing ever.
Ten minutes passed - fifteen minutes until the predetermined meeting time - when the bell rang to signal a new arrival. You were preoccupied stocking the refill napkins under the counter when you sensed a figure hovering over the edge of the counter.
"Hi, sorry, I won't be a second," you struggled to balance the uneven piles of napkins on each other, the fragile structure threatening to topple over.
"Take your time," once hearing that teasing voice you froze. Hesitantly you looked up to see Eren peering over the counter at you in amusement.
You scramble to stand up, a little embarrassed to be caught off guard in a compromising position.
"What are you doing here?"
Eren chuckles at your annoyed tone, "you told me to meet you here, princess."
"I said at three, it's only two forty-five."
"Well then, I guess I'll just wait for you." Eren flashes a wide smile at you, leaning forward.
"Go sit down then, I just need to finish a few things," before waiting for a response, you turn around to retreat into the kitchen. As soon as you are out of Eren's sight you grip the counter out if annoyance, eyes shut and lips parted to release deep breaths. Something about Eren annoys you to an extent that you can hardly describe. His stupid cocky smile, the playful hint in his eyes, his damn manbun and those stupid muscles. Oh. Oh. You realise something that deeply disturbs you. You find Eren very, very attractive. Eren, the cocky, unfaithful and arrogant dude that has slept with half the girls you know and who lacks any sense of commitment. Sure you never denied the fact that he is easy on the eyes but you feel attraction towards him. You realise your attraction runs deep, in a way that makes you feel a strong need to see him crying and begging underneath you. To watch him fall apart under your touch and whine for you to please let him-
"Hey, Y/N," the sudden intrusion startles you, causing you to jump three feet in the air.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Your co-worker - a kind lady in her late fifties- approaches you with a warm smile, hands up in feign defence.
"Seems like you were deep in thought, you didn't hear me call out the first time," she muses.
"I can take over now," she claps her hands together to reinforce her readiness.
"I still have ten minutes left on my shift."
"Don't worry about it, I see you have a handsome young man waiting for you out there," she raises her eyebrows suggestively.
You blush a deep crimson, unsure of how to respond.
"See you Thursday. Have fun while you're young, love," she pats your shoulders and then gently pushes you towards the doorway, encouraging you to leave. After retrieving your belongings, you make your way out into the main area of the store.
Eren stands to the far left of the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. You approach him with a slight grimance on your face, the image of him fucked out beneath you nagging at your conciousness. Upon your arrival Eren quickly switches his phone off and turns all of his attention towards you.
"Ready, princess?" The pet name makes you scoff, the urge to choke him overwhelming. Now that's an idea.
You walk past him and up the stairs to reach the second level of the desert shop. You feel a little uneasy as you can feel the burning of eyes on you as you walk one step at a time.
The stairs open up onto a large floor with scattered tables and chairs, grand windows exposing the naked trees and passing strangers. A young couple - presumably teenagers - occupy one of the tables, huddled close and sharing a cake. You internally smile at the wholesomeness of the scene before you. They look so in love.
"I give them a week, two if I'm being generous," Eren leans down to whisper his uncalled for opinon into your ear.
"Not everyone is incapable of maintaining a long term relationship, Eren."
"Are you referring to me, Princess?"
His voice makes him appear offended but his face lacks any sign of actually being hurt by your words.
"Yes." You deadpan, which causes Eren to smile in amusement.
Before you can reach out for your chair, Eren's large hand grasps it and obnoxiously pulls it out, free hand dramatically gesturing for you to take a seat.
The stubborn, petty side of you wants to slap his hand away and pull out the chair yourself but you sit down while mumbling a thank you, nevertheless.
As soon as you are seated you take out your laptop and notebook from your bag.
Upon seeing this Eren laughs, "what are you doing?"
The look that manifest on your face is a mix of confusion and slight irritation
"What do you mean?"
"Are you actually gonna do work right now?"
The question leaves you dumbfounded.
"Um? That's the whole point of us meeting right now."
"And here I thought you were just trying to spend time with me," he leans his cheek into his palm, elbow resting on the table.
The confusion on your face is overrun by irritation.
"If you're just gonna play around, I'm gonna go," you reinforce your threat by standing, to which Eren straightens up, his teasing demeanour wavering.
"Hey, hey, I was just joking. Damn, you're really gonna make me work on a school project in my free time? Weeks before it's due? You are cruel, aren't you?"
"Cruel? Oh, you have no idea," Eren quirks his brow in curiosity, internally debating what your words were alluding to. No words are spoken for several minutes as you set up a document for your and Eren's planning and research.
"So, I was thinking that I could cover areas one through to three, and you do four through to six. That is, if it's okay with you."
Eren takes slow blinks at you, clearly not listening to anything you were saying.
"Eren?"
"Sorry, what was that?" He flashes a teasing smile.
An audible breath is inhaled by you, you have to remind yourself that this is for your education.
"I'm just kidding, princess. Wow, you're really cute when you're mad."
A quiet laugh is heard from two tables over, from the young couple that stares amusedly at the two of you.
"Oh my god, they are such a cute couple," the girl whispers to her boyfriend.
Upon hearing this your face instantly screws up.
"Did you hear that, they think we're a cute couple," he leans forward, long strands slipping from his messy ponytail and fanning over his forehead. You almost reach forward to brush them away out of instinct, but very quickly stop yourself when you see how Eren eyes you up and down.
"We are clearly not going to get any work done, why don't I just share the project with you and we meet up another time," as you begin to shut your laptop and pack it away, Eren grabs your wrist.
"Hey, hey, sure we don't have to do work now but why don't we just hang out, yeah?" A strong 'no' hangs heavy in the back of your throat but for some unforeseen and unbeknown reason, you find yourself placing your hands flat on the table and nodding your head.
"Fine. But not for long, I have to get home to feed my cats," your arms cross in front of you defiantly and an annoyed pout pulls at your lips.
"Oh, you have cats? I'm more of a dog person," Eren's hands retreat back to the edge of the table, fumbling with a sugar packet he plucked from the container in the middle of the table.
"Well, I guess that's another thing we don't have in common."
"Oh yeah, and what else don't we have in common, princess?"
"Work ethic. Priorities, loyalty," you whisper the last one out of pettiness, and you know that was low of you but at this point you have little to no energy to play nice with Eren.
"What was that last one? Loyalty? Pfft, you're insinuating that I'm a player, right? Princess, all of the girls I've been with all come to me knowing what they're signing up for. That's on them, not me, sweetheart." Eren speaks in a nonchalant way, as if discussing his favourite ice cream flavour.
You scoff at his dismissiveness and arrogance. The urge to choke him while riding him increases. You're sure that would put him in his place, make him shut his pretty, but annoying, mouth.
"Awe, are you jealous? If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've simply asked," Eren leans forward, loose strands of hair falling over his face.
"Oh please, it wouldn't be me getting fucked," you snarl, arms folding over your chest, a heavy look in your eyes. Eren instantly leans back in surprise.
He lets out a breathy laugh, "and what does that mean?".
Now it's your turn to lean forward, your hands rest on the table in front of you in a casual manner.
"It means, you wouldn't be fucking me, princess. I'd make sure to put you in your place and shut that pretty mouth up."
The air becomes thick with tension. Eren cannot believe his ears. It seems that his perception of you; studious, innocent and a subby brat (just like every other girl he toys with) was wrong. The confusion and something unreadable drains from Eren's face and is replaced by his usual cocky smirk. Eren just figures you must be extra bratty, someone that's gonna put up a fight.
"Ha ha, nice joke. We both know you don't have it in you to dom," Eren leans closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath, "you're just another little brat that needs to be fucked into line," he sits back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He felt victorious, like he hit a nerve. That was until he saw the look on your face. It instantly makes his stomach drop and his smirk falter. Your bottom lip is pulled under your teeth as you try your hardest to suppress your laughter. Your eyebrows are knitted together in a baffled manner. You really cannot believe that this guy, Eren Jaeger, manages to have tons of girls swooning over him. His arrogance and cringe inducing words make it very hard for you to understand the appeal.
"Okay. For the sake of the project, I'm gonna give you my number and then I'm gonna leave, okay?" Eren's cold eyes blink in confusion, he cannot comprehend the situation at hand but once you slide a napkin with your phone number scribbled on it, he finally snaps out of it. Despite how much he wants to grab your hand and yank you back down, he also doesn't want to appear desperate. No way will he, Eren Jaeger, be seen begging someone to stay with him. Especially a brat like you. As he watches you pack up your things and give him a quick smile before leaving, he realises something.
There was no way in hell he was going to let you get away without submitting to him. Even if it takes all year, no one tells Eren what to do.
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A couple days go by with no word from Eren. You haven't seen him around campus and haven't had the shared class with him, yet. You have a feeling today that will change as you enter the hallway leading to the lecture room and are bombarded with gossiping girls. Without even hearing their conversation, you just know that they are talking about Eren. With the way they are giggling and slightly pushing each other's shoulders in between said giggles. It seems you were right as you walk past them and catch wind of their conversation.
"Oh my god, I knew you were up to something when you disappeared! I wouldn't have guessed you all up on Eren Jaeger!" One squealed to her friend, linking her arm with the others.
"Please, it was more like he was all up in me, gosh, his reputation does not do justice, the man is a sex god! I swear he's the best dick I've ever had," you cringe at the information you really could've gone your whole life without knowing.
You quickly turn the corner to escape the squealing girls and push open the heavy lecture room door.
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However, an important part of the conversation was missed by you as the following words would've been of great relevance.
"Yeah, but when he came I'm pretty sure he moaned another girl's name," the girl folded her arms over her chest and pouted at the embarrassing memory. Her friends gasped and leaned in closer, angry and interested to know who could be occupying the great Eren Jaeger's mind.
"Whose name?"
"I'm not completely sure, but it sounded like Y/N? I don't even know who that is!"
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As if spoken into existence, Eren sits leaning back in his chair, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You take your usual seat next to your friend and prepare for the class. Of course, with Eren around it is not a simple task. The burn of someone staring at you is making your skin itch but you try to ignore him. The professor walks in and the lecture commences. Usually, you would be focused and attentive throughout the entirety of the lesson, but a nagging voice in the back of your head keeps informing you that there are a pair of cold, piercing eyes staring at you. You give in to the voice and to no surprise you make contact with the aforementioned eyes. Eren smiles and lazily waves at you, you give a tight smile back, but from the fire in your eyes he knows it is far from friendly. Another hour passes before the professor finally comes to a conclusion, encouraging everyone to do the project and to remember to stay hydrated. Quickly, you pack up your things and rush out the door amongst a sea of students, hoping to slip out before Eren can stop you.
It seems to be futile as Eren's musky scent clouds you as his hand lightly grabs your shoulder to turn your body towards him.
"Hey, Princess. How about we work on the project today?" His question genuinely shocks you. Eren, the Eren, wants to work on the project. However, you know that there is something behind this as you don't miss the mischievous glint in Eren's eyes.
"Sure, we can go to a cafe nearby or -"
"I was thinking how 'bout we do it at your place? You know, I can't focus in a loud environment, it's distracting." There it is. You just knew there would be a catch, an ulterior motive to Eren suggesting you both work on the project. (A.N please remember to not invite strangers into your home! Stay safe people!)
You scoff at his suggestion, the damn nerve of this guy, just inviting himself to your apartment.
However, the irritation subsides and now you see that there is a hidden opportunity in this. A chance to finally knock him down a peg - with some pegging - and put him in his place.
"You know what, sure. When are you free?" Eren's eyebrows raise in surprise, he is probably surprised that you compiled so easily and didn't put up a fight. But he is not about to let this opportunity slide.
"I'm free now, princess," his smirk is teasing. You smile, a real one this time, as you think that soon he won't be so smug.
"What a coincidence, so am I."
"Well then, shall we get going?" Eren gestures his hand in front of you to encourage you to lead the way.
"Follow me, pretty boy," the instant the pet name leaves your lips Eren is stunned. No one, no one, has called him pretty. Handsome, hot, sexy, even attractive are more common adjectives used to describe him. The pet name makes him blush and his smug smirk falters before he picks himself up and chuckles, pretending to rub something off his face to hide his red cheeks.
Luckily, the walk from the campus to your apartment is very short. The air between you both is quiet, however, it is thick with impending tension. You walk a step ahead of Eren, a smirk on your face as you plan out all the things you're going to do to him.
As you enter your apartment, Eren can feel the air shift. It makes him slightly on edge as he can't quite place what this building feeling is. You pay no mind, simply just venturing into your apartment and welcoming your cats as they curl around your ankles in greeting.
"Hello babies," you coo and drop down to pat them. Eren watches in amusement, the tension he was feeling melting away as he reminds himself of his plan. His plan to finally make you submit to him, to make your bratty ass beg and scream under him. You approach Eren with a ball of fluff in your arms. The grey cat in your arms growls and hisses at Eren.
"Awe, he doesn't like you," you chuckle and let your cat run and hide from this scary looking stranger.
"Pfft, this is why I don't like cats," he grumbles, lowkey offended by the cat's reaction to him.
"Hey, no cat slander here," you scowl at Eren, hands on your hips.
"You are just so cute," Eren muses, finger booping your nose. The action reminds you of your plan.
"Well, should we get to work then?" The lack of reaction from you has Eren confused but he doesn't mind it. Instead he just follows you as you walk through the open living space and into a room - that turns out to be your bedroom.
Eren takes a moment to take in his surroundings, standing at the entrance of your bedroom and slowly looking around. He notices the sweet scent that fills the room, it smells of you. Sweet vanilla and your perfume. It makes his mind foggy, being completely surrounded by you. He is pulled out of his trance when he hears the bed make a quiet creek as you sit down in the middle, patting the space beside you. The image - you on your bed, beckoning him to join you - has Eren smirking. The bed dips under the weight of Eren's body. He's sitting so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body.
"Is this where the magic happens?" He pats the soft bed under his palms, eyebrow quirk in a teasing manner.
"If by magic you mean school work, then yes," you reach over and retrieve your laptop from the bedside table. Eren huffs in both defeat and amusement at your comment.
"Huh, you're no fun, princess," the bed quietly groans as Eren lays back on it. This change in position is almost too much for you. Seeing Eren laying flat on his back with his hands behind his head, eyes bright with mischief and desire. You could almost straddle him and get to work right now. But no. If you want to teach Eren a lesson, you have to be patient and wait for the right moment.
"Stop calling me princess. And sit up, how are you gonna do work while you're laying down?" You gently slap his thigh to encourage him and the slight sting makes Eren jolt up. His face is burning bright red as he stares at you with a look of utter shock. The reaction only causes the burning inside of you to double.
"That got you up, here read through this and tell me what you think," you try to act nonchalant as you pass Eren a small stack of highlighted and annotated notes relating to the assignment. With a shaky and uncertain hand, Eren retrieves the notes. He clears his throat in an attempt to regain some self control and composition. But as he's staring blankly at the notes - none of the information processing - all he can think about is the way your eyes darkened as you slapped him. The way the pain felt almost like pleasure and how he could tell you were only giving a glimpse of your strength; of what you could do. His eyes constantly flicker to you as you type away at your laptop, highlighting and annotating research.
“What?” you say without even a glance at Eren. That causes Eren to straighten up and put his confident act back on.
“I’m just getting bored here, princess. I mean, there are way more fun things we could be doing right now.” Eren drops the stack of notes beside him and shuffles so he’s closer to you.
Let the plan commence.
“Oh really? Like what, hmm?” you slide your laptop away from you and Eren is almost surprised at the fact you seem to be playing along with his finactics. Nevertheless, this only fuels his ego and so he places a light touch on your hand that slowly makes its way up your arm, stalling on your neck before finally cupping your cheek. You almost want to laugh but try to look at Eren with doe eyes. You want him to believe that he has the upper hand here, the control. Provide him with a false sense of security before turning the tables and teaching him his lesson. Eren smirks as he sees the innocent and compliant look in your eyes.
There we go, I knew you were just a bratty sub, he thinks to himself.
“Let me show you a fun time, princess, yeah?” Eren starts to rise, pushing you down on the bed until you are flat on your back and he’s hovering over you.
“How?” you ensure to bat your eyelashes as you feign an innocent and naive look.
“Like this,” Eren leans down and kisses you. You are surprised at how softly he does it, but then as you start to kiss back he hums in approval and deepens the kiss. His hand slides from your cheek to your neck where he places light pressure there. His tongue slides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. His mouth tastes of vanilla and it is honestly a little disarming just how good it feels. Now you understand the hype around this playboy. He knows what he’s doing. You pull away from him to catch your breath, as well as slide further up the bed until you're near your headboard. You beckon him to you and he complies with a smirk on his face. He slots himself between your thighs and slides his hand up your waist. Now that you can feel his confidence growing you start to push back a little. Eren moans into your mouth as you bite down on his bottom lip before running your tongue along it. You suck his tongue into your mouth while grinding your hips up into his. Eren shivers at the pleasure. You pull away from Eren’s lips and look at him with a dark look of lust that makes Eren’s breath hitch. That innocent and submissive look is long gone and now Eren begins to understand what is happening. However, he is too late as you flip him onto his back. Eren is disoriented by the sudden change of your demeanour and his position. His wrists are pinned down on the bed by your hands.
You look down at Eren with a dominant and confident look that only makes his cock harder. You chuckle a little at the look of disbelief and surprise on his face.
“Now, let me teach you a little lesson, princess,” you whisper into his ear before kissing down his neck.
Oh shit, Eren thinks to himself as he feels his grip on dominance slip away with every kiss you place on his skin.
This is only the beginning of what you have planned.
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Please bare with me as I now try to write a very steamy and passionate smut scene that perfectly encapsulates how badly I want to fuck Eren up.
I hope you enjoyed it and please, have a good day/night <3
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Finally, here is part two! ( ͡◡ ᴗ ͡◡)@hobilluvvr
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