Nerd!armin arlert loves it when you're mean to him!
Eren always asks Armin if he's okay whenever the dark, painful-looking hickeys on his catch his attention. But Armin always tells Eren that he's fine, that you're an amazing girlfriend who just goes a little too hard sometimes.
Armin is exactly where he wants to be, anyways.
Each time you call Armin a "sick freak" and spit in his mouth for wanting to be tossed around, all while peppering kisses over his cheeks and neck, the tightness in his pants grows.
"You can do better than that, Armin." Grabbing his blonde roots, you tug hard, forcing his face away from your pussy. Armin whines, gritting his teeth from the pain.
"You can do better, right?" Without warning, you land a slap to his cheek, skin stinging despite the reach.
Armin nods, whimpering softly after your slap. He returns to your sopping cunt, slowly poking his tongue out.
"God, Armin!" You yell, practically smashing his face into your pussy, annoyed with how slow he was moving. "It's like you do this on purpose!"
Trying to ignore the harsh pulls on his scalp, Armin devours your cunt, tongue flicking around as good as always. Every few minutes, though, he would let up, slowing his movements down on purpose just to get a rise out of you, just to hear you cuss and yell and threaten to slap him again.
He was doing it on purpose, because nothing turned him on more than being treated like your plaything.
A/N: I planned for this to be so much better, but between awful lower back pain and concerningly sweaty hands I wrapped this up quick. I think I'll just write a second part lmao
You and your boyfriend had been dating for about 6 months now, you haven’t had sex yet because he was the most shy, nervous boyfriend you’ve ever met. You’ve touched each other before but you’ve never put it in, but, what you didn’t know, was he was also the most perverted boy you’ve ever met.
One night, you were laying on his bed as he was sat at him computer, playing a game. His phone was laying on his nightstand as it charged, you’ve never suspected him a cheater, that man was more obsessed with you then he was his stupid games. You side eyed it, trying to keep yourself from being nosy, but your curiosity got the better of you and you grabbed his phone, he obviously had you as his Lock Screen, your face to unlock his phone, and his home screen wallpaper was you, once again, but once you actually got into his phone, what you saw was the most surprising thing ever. You went into his photo gallery and saw nothing out of the ordinary, but what you really wanted to check was his hidden folder, but it was locked, so, you got up and walked over to his desk and held his phone in front of his face. “Baby, open this for me.”
You thought nothing of it, but when he looked up at the phone in his face, his eyes widened and he yelped and snatched the phone. “Uh, no! No, no no no no, that’s…that’s private.” Your eyebrow quirked in confusion. Nothing was private in your guys relationship, you guys have pooped together for goodness sake, what could possibly be in that folder. “Armin…open it…Now.” You said, firmly. Staring into his eyes with that strict mother glare, his eyebrows furrowed and his breath hitched, he couldn’t hold up when you gave him that look, you were kind of scary. So, he finally unlocked the folder and handed it to you, it did take the jaws of life to pry it from his hands, but eventually, you got it from him and started looking, your eyes almost fell out of your head, it was pictures of you, some of you in the shower when you were shampooing your hair, some of you getting dressed, and some of you just sleeping naked. He’d never told you about these before, but for some reason, instead of being disgusted or upset, you actually liked it. I mean, it would’ve helped if he told you or even asked first, but honestly, the thrill of the photos being taken in secret, made it even more exciting. You scroll through the various photos and finally get to the end after what felt like years of scrolling, and you just stared at him, you literally couldn’t believe your eyes, but after a moment, after processing all this, you couldn’t help but to straddle his lap, grabbing him by the back of his hair and forcing him to hold eye contact with you.
“Armin…when did you take these…?”
You ask in a stern voice, his eyes were teary and his bottom lip quivering. “Uh…I’ve been…taking them since we started dating.” He mumbled under his breath. You scoff in shock, trying to figure out what you should do about this mess, you weren’t gonna make him delete all the photos, but you couldn’t just let him get away with this either, so your solution was to make him dry hump you til he just couldn’t take it anymore, it’s more of a punishment than you think. And that’s exactly what you told him, “hump me.” You say casually, his eyes snap up at you in shock, he’s lost for words as he searches your eyes for any sign of a lie or that you’re just joking, but, he finds none. “Just…just now…?” He questions, his voice barely above a whisper as he places his hands on your hips gently, you nod in acknowledgment and he starts grinding up against you. You continue looking through his photos, pretending like you weren’t paying him any mind, his head falls back and whimper after whimper falls from his lips, soft praises and pleads dragging out with his unashamed noises. His hips continue to buck up, like a dog in heat, tears streaming down his cheeks as he kneads at the plush of your hips and thighs, you sit there, on his phone, not even looking at him, and honestly, that turned him even more. You weren’t even looking at him, how pathetic was he right now?! A beautiful girl sitting in his lap and she’s completely ignoring him as he humps into her clothed pussy, his tip was leaking pre through his boxers so much. “Please… p-please lemme cum.” He shoves his face into your neck, his breathe warm against your pulse point. You debate with yourself for waaay longer than you need to, purposefully of course, before you finally nod, which he immediately cums in his boxers, a huge wet spot forming on the front of his boxers as he shoots his load.
“Maybe that’ll teach you not to be a pervert from now on.” You say as you get off of his lap.
You were called by your lecturer to wait along with Armin. “Yes, professor?” you said while impatiently waiting to leave class. “Your last assignment was lacking. So, I’m assigning Armin here to tutor you for a few weeks” he said while looking through some papers. You looked over at Armin who was looking at the lecturer absent-mindedly. “Is that okay with you Armin?” the lecturer asked looking up from the papers. “Yes, all good with me.” he piqued while nodding. You didn't have it in you to ask whether that was really necessary. “Alright, thank you professor. Have a good day” you said wanting to hurriedly leave. You walked out of the class not waiting to hear a response because you didn't have any interest in doing the tutoring lessons.
However, Armin on the other hand took any tutoring requests seriously. “Hey, wait up.” he lightly jogged towards you to catch up with you. “Listen Armin, I know you’re a teacher's pet or whatever but I don’t need tutoring lessons so I have to go now.” You said annoyedly. “Yeah well it’s not convenient for me either but I have to do it or else he will question my capability if he sees that your grades are still bad.” He said bluntly. You stared at him blankly, mouth ajar in shock because you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward. You always considered him to be a pushover because of how he looked. “Okay fine, let’s go to the library now if so. I have somewhere to be tonight.” He nodded and began following you to the library.
You sat across him at the table, legs crossed and bouncing under the table. You were bored out of your mind and your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing but he already gave you an annoyed look because of it so you took it off the table and kept it in your bag. Instead of looking at the words written on his book, you kept glancing towards his hand moving on it. He has really beautiful hands, you wondered and your mind wandered to what he can do with it. He then slammed his hand on the book to get your attention which pulled you out of your trance making you look up at him. “Are you even paying attention?” He said with a hint of sternness which you wouldn’t have caught if he didn’t have your full attention. “Um, yeah of course. Why would you think I’m not paying attention?” You said while giving a half hearted chuckle. He just gave you a light glare and continued on with the tutoring. You sat there intrigued by this side of him which you didn’t know existed. Heck, you even felt a bit attracted and wanted to know him more because of it. While teaching, he stretched his leg towards you brushing past your ankle. He looked up from the book to see you squirm a bit with a soft blush spread across your cheeks. He knew you were staring at his hands and he wanted to mess with you a bit more but thought it would be too mean to do so on the first day itself
After an hour, Armin decided to wrap up because he didn’t want to overwhelm you with the content by teaching everything on the same day. “I’ll be leaving now. See you tomorrow. Same time, same place.” He said while packing up. You didn’t even realize an hour went by. “Oh, uh sure yeah. See you tomorrow.” When he walked away you kept staring at his back. Though he wasn’t the tallest, you also didn’t realize that he had kind of a lean build under the baggy t-shirts that he wear.
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Next day you meet him at the same time, same place wearing quite a raunchy outfit you’d say. After all, you were going clubbing after this with some of your girlfriends. He glanced you up and down before pulling out and patting on the chair next to him today. You walked over and sat on it feeling a bit proud that you made a nerd like him check you out since you have never seen him talk to any girls before. You pulled the chair closer towards him and the table to settle in. “Shall we begin?” You asked him innocently with a smile on your lips. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses further on his nose bridge and nodded.
Almost half an hour into the tutoring, you started to feel bored from just looking at how his hands moved on the book with the pencil and how his adam's apple moved up and down as he kept teaching you the content. On the other hand, Armin also kept stealing glances at your chest that were slightly spilling out from your V neck top. He snapped out from both tutoring and taking looks when he felt your warm thigh press against his from the side. You moved closer towards him, both your arms slightly brushing against each other. Armin didn’t like this teasing as much as you thought he would. Solely for the reason that it wouldn’t be right to lean over to kiss and ruin you for trying to push him over the edge. He gripped the pencil even more, knuckles turning white. He continued teaching while she stared at the book. He moved towards your neck, ever so slightly just to make you feel his hot breath on your neck as he spoke. You felt yourself squirming and becoming breathless with unholy ideas running through your mind. You couldn’t take it anymore and moved your chair a bit away from him. You couldn’t risk ruining your black lace panties before the night even began.
Time passed slower than yesterday and he wrapped up. “Any plans for tonight?” You asked him curiously. “No, you?” He answered a bit surprised that you wondered about his personal life. “Yeah, I’m going to a club with some friends” You answered as you watched him pack up. “Enjoy if so. I’ll text you next week about tutoring. Goodnight.” He answered and walked away not waiting for your reply since you both exchanged numbers yesterday at the beginning of the tutoring session. You watched him walk away but was snapped out of it when you felt your phone buzz. When you moved towards the table to look at your phone screen, Armin stopped walking and turned his head a bit to take one more glance at your bare legs as you wore a mini jean skirt only. He left with a head full of dirty thoughts.
As he walked towards his dorm room, Eren stopped him just to drag him to a club. Armin has said no enough times but lost a bet the last time they hung out so he had no choice but to go with Eren after dropping his bag off in his room.
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You entered the club lit in a purple hue of lights with white lights brightly flashing in different spots. You head to the bar and wait while your most confident friend chatted up some guy named Jean and got him to buy you all some drinks. While you were enjoying the drinks and dancing around, at the corner of your eye you spotted a certain blonde in the same green shirt you saw him in earlier. You thought to yourself that you might or might not be mistaken so you decide to follow the blonde you saw. He stood near a round high table with a goth girl and a frat boy clinking drinks. You watched as he downed the shot with ease and felt the burn of it in his throat reflecting on his face. He then turned around and you were right, it was Armin.
You felt quite shocked and a bit betrayed if you were being honest. Because the good boy image of him that you had in your head wasn’t somewhat true, but it also made you want to approach him. Yet for some reason, now that you find him attractive you felt awfully nervous. You turned around towards where your friends were and began walking away, until you felt a hand grab your wrist. You quickly turned around just to see Armin holding your wrist with his cheeks flushed pink.
He led you to the side a bit away from the crowd and leaned towards your ear to say “Can I kiss you?”. He caught you off guard and before you could register what he said, you felt your head nod. He leaned towards your face and began slowly pecking while holding your waist. Your hands roamed on his body and gripped his shirt to pull him closer. He felt the urge to deepen the kiss so he grabbed you by the back of your throat and tilted his head to the side so that his glasses won’t dig into your cheeks too much. You took a deep breath and began kissing him back deeply while your hand planted onto his hair pushing him closer. You felt his tongue swipe on your lips indicating you to open your mouth, and when you did his tongue began roaming your mouth like it was inspecting the inside.
Suddenly, you felt a warm metal in your mouth and you pulled away wondering what it was. Armin felt your body stiffen up as you pulled away and he knew exactly what it was. He knew that you felt his tongue piercing which was a surprise to you. Before he went in for another, he took one of your hands 2 fingers to make you swipe on his tongue to make you feel his piercing after he stuck his tongue out to show it. Your eyes widened because you didn't expect him to have such a provocative piercing. You moved your hand to the side of his face to grab it towards you to go for another kiss. This time you felt confident and he felt impatient to feel your lips again.
Both of you kissed for what felt like hours before you started dragging him to an out of order washroom. It hasn’t been in use for months because of a shattered mirror so it was convenient.
You entered with him and locked the door before heading towards the countertops. You started leaving kisses and hickeys on his neck while your hand roamed on his body under the shirt inching towards his growing bulge. He let out soft whimpers and moans while breathing heavily and gripping the edge of the countertops. You palmed his bulge over his jeans just to tease him, making him buck his hips up towards your palm. You let out a quiet giggle seeing his reaction and he knew you’d be just teasing him for way too long if he let you.
So he moved his hand towards the hem of your skirt and lifted it up revealing your lacy panties. The thought of you wearing it earlier to the tutoring lesson when you both teased each other made him feral. He moved his fingers to your heat over the panties making you bite your lips and breathe towards his neck. He felt himself lean towards your hot breath as he rubbed slow circles on your clit. You wanted to release so bad at this point you couldn’t be bothered to palm his bulge. Instead your hand reached towards his wrist to keep it still as you humped his hand.
To your dismay, he moved his hand away and made you lean on the countertop instead. He reached to your top to pull it down to your waist leaving your matching bra on. He grabbed one of your boobs while he left kisses and nibbles on the other leaving your nipple alone just to edge you. He moved one of his legs in between yours making you straddle it leaving you on your tip toes. Your heat was now on his thigh making you move your hips involuntarily. He kept pushing his leg towards you just to apply pressure. You felt your eyes roll back as you rode his thigh trying to catch your release, but as soon as you got close he moved his leg away making you whine.
He unclipped your bra from the back and circled your nipple with his tongue. The feel of his tongue piercing cold on your nipples made it even harder than before. After doing so for a bit, he began squatting down, leaving soft nibbles and feeling all your curves with the same hands that you were dreaming about since yesterday. His face finally reached your heat and he looked up at you while hiking your skirt up. He then gripped your panties from the sides to pull them down and off your legs just to stuff it in his pocket. You felt a bit shy now that you were bare and more naked than him. However, all that embarrassed thoughts went out the window when he began licking your clit with his tongue and caressing your folds with his fingers. You let out a moan feeling the touch you have been edged for too long. “So wet. Just for me.” He slightly smirked against your folds as he whispered just enough for you to hear. You felt your cheeks heat up more than you thought were possible when you heard. Not a minute later, he began eating you out as if it’s the first meal he’s having today. Your hand gripped his hair pulling his face towards your heat just to ride it. The way his cold tongue piercing kept hitting different areas of your heat made you lose your mind. Not too long after that, you felt yourself reach your first climax which washed over you making you feel so much pent up relief, but as you were catching your breath, Armin had other thoughts than to let you rest.
He felt your folds even wetter than before and plunged a finger deep in you making you pull his hair a bit harder than you wanted to. The thing about him though is that he loves and can handle pain very well. One reason why he has the piercing that he has. He added 1 more finger and began fucking you at a fast pace making you overstimulated. He stood up while still having his fingers in you and began kissing you while resting his other hand on your throat with a light pressure at the right spots. You felt yourself having a hard time to breathe because of it along with the pleasure he was giving you. He moved his lips away from yours and began leaving hickeys on very visible areas but you were seeing stars at this point so you could care less. You felt another climax approach soon and he knew as he felt you clench around his fingers. He helped you ride out your high while fucking you with his fingers leaving your heat pulsating.
He looked deep in your eyes as flashed his tongue just to lick his fingers that were dripping in your wetness. He licked them suggestively enough to make sure your breath hitched as you watched. You instinctively stuck your tongue out wanting him to do the same and worse to you. He took this as a sign to do the same and gripped the back of your throat before putting the same fingers deep in your mouth reaching your throat. It made you gag and have teary eyes but it burned so good as he moved. You swirled your tongue around his fingers tasting you and himself. It felt dirty but in the best way possible. He took his fingers out with a pop before unbuckling his pants to give himself a few pumps.
He held your arm and turned you around to make you face the mirror that was behind you the whole time. You faced the mirror and watched him from the mirror as he began lining his cock towards your entrance. He gave a few teasing nudges with his tip right before he sank fully into you. To your surprise, for a nerdy guy, he sure was packing. You felt yourself stretch around him which hurt so much.
After all, you have never had sex before despite how you presented yourself. You felt your eyes tear up and he noticed it in the mirror. He began hushing you as he slowly moved hoping it would soothe the pain. After taking a hot minute to adjust yourself to his length, you lifted your head up with hands on the countertop holding onto dear life to make eye contact with him from the mirror. His glasses were starting to now fog up ever so slightly making him look even more mysterious than usual. He held your hips and began fucking you fastening the pace. Your head dropped once again, but this time, he held your jaw and forced you to look towards the mirror so you could make eye contact with him. “Watch while I fuck you.” He lowly said into your ear and moved away after licking a stripe on your ear making you shiver. He began fucking you faster while gripping your hips enough to bruise them. Every now and then he would also give your round butt a squeeze making you moan and squirm.
As he kept fucking you, you became louder which could be risky because anybody could hear. He reached into his pocket and fished out your panties that he put in earlier. He grabbed it out and stuffed them into your mouth catching you off guard. He then grabbed both your wrists with one hand and your hair with the other. He pinned your wrists to your back while he pulled you by your hair towards his chest. He then moved it to your jaw holding your face in place while he fucked you deep with hard thrusts making his tip kiss the cervix in a way you didn’t think was possible. Your mouth was salivating so much to the point that there was spit leaking from the sides because of the way your panties were gagging you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear making you all hot and bothered even more because of his breath as he fucked you.
He pulled out and reached for the panties in your mouth taking it out. It made you cough a bit before you began catching all the breath you lost. He then flipped you towards him and made you sit on the countertop between the two mirrors. When your butt touched the cold marble countertop, you felt so sensitive. You reached towards his shirt and tugged it upwards making him remove it. You admired his flushed body that was glistening in a thin layer of sweat. He threw the shirt next to you and went in for a kiss as he entered in you again.
This time he focused on getting himself off. So he gripped your waist and began grinding into you desperately. His pubic bone kept pleasuring your clit because of the position making you leave scratches on his back shoulders. This had him moaning and whimpering while yearning for release. He kept fucking you for a good while before he finally felt himself spasm indicating climax. You felt his thrusts become sloppier and held him closer wanting him to finish in you, and he gladly did groaning into your ear. While he kept cumming in you, he rubbed circles on your clit pushing you over the edge and making you cum for the third time that night. He had you biting his shoulder blade to mask the loud moan as he hugged you while you rode out your release while shaking.
You stopped biting and looked at him trying to find his eyes, but because of his fogged up glasses you couldn’t. So you reached towards it and pushed it up to his hair before locking eyes giving one final deep kiss for the night. Afterwards only you realised what you both had done and it left you dreading for the next tutoring lesson. While Armin on the other hand knew exactly what you both had done and couldn’t wait for the next tutoring lesson.
hope you guys enjoyed this.♡ྀི
word count: roughly 3400 words
a/n: lmk if you guys want a 2nd part cause i might have an idea on how to write one more part. :3
“baby-” his voice catches, breaking into a breathy, helpless sound as your hips settle back down, “please… just-let me-”
his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in like he’s trying to ground himself, like it’s the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart
you’re being a little mean
every time his expression tightens, every time his breath stutters like he’s right on the edge-you stop. letting your walls slowly drag up, pausing when only his tip rests inside you
His head tips back, throat exposed, a loud, broken whimper slipping out while you latch onto his throat, teeth and tongue making a mess of his pretty, milky skin
“god-” he exhales, tossing his head side to side like he’s trying to convince himself to hold out, “you’re-you’re doing this on-nngh-on purpose…”
you hum softly, dropping your hips back down, quietly giggling when his breath stutters and his back arches off the bed
“I can’t-” his voice drops into a whine, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, “i-ah-im gonna cum baby-please”
he looks so pretty like this, fucked out and desperate. you decide you’ve tortured him enough, lifting your hips and dropping them back down in a steady slap, slap, slap that picks up in pace
his words cut off completely, replaced by a sharp inhale that breaks into a loud moan. his hands squeezing you tighter against his body as he lifts one to back of your head, dragging your lips to his in a messy kiss
you keep the same quick rhythm for all of 10 seconds before he lets out a wrecked moan, burying his face into your neck as he fills you
you keep going, teetering him on the edge of too much as his groans break into whimpers, hands squeezing and pushing like he isn’t sure if he wants you closer or farther away
you finally slow your movements to a complete stop, armin’s still hard cock resting inside of you, cum slowly leaking out around the sides of him
you lean down to kiss him, and he melts into it, breath still uneven, hands sliding up your back to keep you on him
a quiet, shaky sound slips out of him when you pull away, and he leans forward to press slow, dragging kisses across your shoulder
you shift just enough to look at him, catching the way his face flushes deeper, the way he won’t meet your eyes
he looks wrecked, lashes damp, lips parted, chest still rising too fast
you go to pull off of him, and his hands holding your waist tighten
“…don’t stop,” he breathes, the words slipping out before he can think better of it
“want more, baby?” you tease, lips ticking up in a mean smile
a look you’ve never seen before passes over his face, and before you have time to think about what it means he’s flipping you onto your back
your mouth parts in shock as his hand comes up to rest next to your head while the other one reached down to thumb at your clit
“m-min!” your breath hitching as he pulls his cock out, just enough to rest his tip inside of you, and then pushes back in, hips flush with yours, tip pressing into your cervix
it’s his turn for a faint smirk to slide across his face
‘She be up and down like a video game’ — (nerd/gamer) Armin A. :)
♤─── “Everytime you lose a heart, I’m gonna move okay?” You straddled his lap, your lips ghosting over his ear.
Armin’s has had his attention on the screen in front of him for the longest. Clicking away at the pc that earlier read ‘Minecraft.’ After some time you claimed a seat on his lap, grinding ever so slightly just to hear his breath hitch. If he would be glued to the game, why not at least add some incentive to it like the good girlfriend you are!
So every time his avatar fell, you’d roll your hips through the cloth.
“Please— I’ll l-log off…” he whined, the bulge in his pants becoming more evident.
“No, keep playing your game baby.” You shifted just the slightest, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your chin on his shoulder.
Squeezing his eyes shut, attempting to push down the undying need. And in his predicament, he actually made it quite far! He mined for materials, crafted better supplies and made his way across the map.
Until one cave. It stared out smoothly, hacking away at the diamonds. But red flashed his screen, and one of his hearts turned into half. He thought you didn’t notice, maybe you wouldn’t pay attention to the spike im his heartbeat. But the red came again, another heart lost, and the ‘YOU DIED’ popped up on his screen.
You sat up, stabilizing yourself, “how many was that, 10 right?”
“(Name), please—“
Shushing him, you gave 10 mean rolls against his hard-on. You could feel the wetness pooling, and it only got worse after his moans. The sweet sounds after every bit of contact. He could cum in his pants right now!
“9…10…c’mon ‘min, respawn.”
“Please—just lemme-”
You hummed, cocking your head to the side. “Let you what?” You peeled off his crooked glasses.
“Cum…just- please.” His words were barely above a whisper. He looked so pathetic like this, eyes glossy and begging. How could you say no?
You didn’t respond, just planting a wet kiss along his jaw before getting out his lap. Sinking down to the space between his legs, pulling down his boxers + his pants in one pull. Leaving a teasing kiss on his slit.
Finally taking him all in your mouth, running your tongue along his length. Feeling the twitches he sent.
Armin’s hand found yours, gripping onto it like a lifeline.
“S-fuck, m’gonna—“
He came quicker than you thought he would, pulling off with a pop! The trail of cum decorating your hand and his twitching cock.
“You should play Minecraft more often.”
a/n : ok so I saw a TikTok like this…and yea😌 also havent played Minecraft in a while soooo probs inaccurate! also procrastinating another fic YAY!
Nerd!armin arlert loves it when you're mean to him!
Eren always asks Armin if he's okay whenever the dark, painful-looking hickeys on his catch his attention. But Armin always tells Eren that he's fine, that you're an amazing girlfriend who just goes a little too hard sometimes.
Armin is exactly where he wants to be, anyways.
Each time you call Armin a "sick freak" and spit in his mouth for wanting to be tossed around, all while peppering kisses over his cheeks and neck, the tightness in his pants grows.
"You can do better than that, Armin." Grabbing his blonde roots, you tug hard, forcing his face away from your pussy. Armin whines, gritting his teeth from the pain.
"You can do better, right?" Without warning, you land a slap to his cheek, skin stinging despite the reach.
Armin nods, whimpering softly after your slap. He returns to your sopping cunt, slowly poking his tongue out.
"God, Armin!" You yell, practically smashing his face into your pussy, annoyed with how slow he was moving. "It's like you do this on purpose!"
Trying to ignore the harsh pulls on his scalp, Armin devours your cunt, tongue flicking around as good as always. Every few minutes, though, he would let up, slowing his movements down on purpose just to get a rise out of you, just to hear you cuss and yell and threaten to slap him again.
He was doing it on purpose, because nothing turned him on more than being treated like your plaything.
A/N: I planned for this to be so much better, but between awful lower back pain and concerningly sweaty hands I wrapped this up quick. I think I'll just write a second part lmao
you've only been with your sweet boy armin for a couple weeks, but he's already so dependent when it comes to you... shy!nerdmin x reader
warnings: smut, virgin armin, spitting+saliva, oral sex, p in v sex, college!au, begging, masturbation, mild dacryphilia, very mild somnophilia, breast play, and so forth and so on.
mdni.
armin was the sweetest, most innocent ever.
he kept his grades up, and honestly, he was labeled weird to everyone. not that he cared. you were more known than him, and it wouldn't be wrong to say you were quite popular.
so when you told everyone about your relationship, which he almost begged you not to do, everyone was shocked.
now lets go back to the first sentence. armin was the sweetest, most innocent ever.
keyword, was...
before you came along.
all the skirts and short shorts you wore, all the crop tops or the way you were instantly comfortable with only being in a bra in front of him, despite seeing the way he put his pillow on his lap to hide the bulge in his pants.
aw, he was so sweet when you asked him to help you zip up the back of a dress you wore, and when you went out to go to one of the college parties with your friends, he stared at a picture of you on his phone as he got his rocks off in his room while his door was locked, waiting for you to come back to his house.
him telling all his nerdy little friends about how you're the best girlfriend ever, and even telling his mom about you.
"she's really nice. the best girlfriend ever."
what a mamas boy.
and yes, you were nice. the way you helped him with his hair every morning before you both went off to campus.
when you walked with him, you leading the way down the sidewalk, he just couldn't help but look at your hips... and your ass. the way it moved so nicely in any bottoms you wore.
when you helped him pick his pencil up in the hallway, the color of your purple panties flashing him from the barely dress-code-safe skirt, making him quickly look away with a red flushed face and making sure no one saw.
ugh, he gets boners every day. he's so weird. he has to go to the bathroom all the time, hiding his pants with his backpack just to go let out a nice one in some tissue and flush it down the toilet.
and it was so easy.
because he cum's quick.
despite everything he did, or fantasized about, or wrote in his diary about, you never did anything with armin.
until the night his parents left, and he had the whole house to himself for two days. but little did he know, two days was all you needed.
he stayed up later than you, and as he typed on his computer, trying to complete assignments early, he couldn't help but glance over at the way his sheets hugged your curves.
his eyes moved from your body, to his computer, his typing slowing down as they trailed back over to you.
focus, was all he was telling himself. but you were the most beautiful girl ever in his eyes. he couldn't focus on anything other than you. him and all his little chat friends knew that.
to make matters worse, armin was such a virgin. your typical virgin who knew nothing about women but that they had pussies and were almost scary to talk to.
he closed his laptop, sitting it on his nightstand and pulling the sheets off of his legs. why do these things always happen? he had another boner. he tried to tell himself he needed to stop jerking off to you so much, but gosh, you looked so damn good.
maybe if he just... palmed himself to calm himself down?
he reached down, putting one hand in his sweats and softly rubbing at himself. he let out a small whimper, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
no jerking off. only palming.
but he couldn't help but lightly squeeze at his dick, softly moaning at the sounds of your breaths, imagining them closer to his ear.
he had to control himself.
he took his hand out of his pants and sighed, scooting closer to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck.
"y/n...?" he whispered, careful but to startle you. "y/n, I miss you." he whispered again.
you hummed, slowly blinking your eyes before reaching back and rubbing through the back of his head. fuck, you only made his boner worse.
armin closed his eyes and rubbed his nose in your neck, getting aroused just by the way you smelled.
you already knew what was happening. how? because every time armin gets horny, he touches your waist. any other time, he's too afraid to do anything.
"you miss me?" you mumbled, tilting your head away to make room for him. he slowly nodded. "yeah..." his warm, heavy breaths against you turned you on just like him.
you licked your lips as armin moved closer. that's when you felt him against your ass. "you're horny? that's why you miss me?" you sat up and pulled the sheets back. and behold, a damp spot on his sweats.
as his face got red, he slowly nodded, looking at his pants. he was so embarrassed with himself, but he knew you were the only one that would make his disgusting fantasies come true. you were the only one that would fulfill his needs, and that's all he wanted.
you smiled, pushing him onto his back and sitting on top of him. "you're such a cutie, 'min." you smiled, leaning down to kiss him.
poor baby could barely kiss you back, he was too focused on the fact that you only wore panties, and the fact that you were on top of him, and the fact that when you leaned forward, you slightly grinded against his bulge.
"ah.." he moaned softly, looking down. you felt him throbbing against you, begging for you with his body.
"ill help you..." you moved your hips once against him, making him close his eyes and whine a little. "but you cant cum quick. got it?"
oh god.
he tried his best, he really did.
but when you told him to sit up, just so you could put your ass in the air, and that perfect arch in your back to suck him off, he was on the brink of a climax.
the way you sucked his pretty pink tip so softly, and your saliva mixing with his precum.
the way you spit on it, and it dripped down to his base. he didn't know you could go that far down.
your warm mouth and hands wrapping around him so nicely, he couldn't help but beg.
"m-more... please..." he whimpered and stammered, his knees buckling and him gripping the sheets, being too afraid of grabbing your pretty hair.
"more?"
what a foolish request for armin to make.
"oh... my... gosh...!" armin moaned out, gripping your hips as you bounced on his aching dick.
ugh he was so embarrassed, because his eyes were watering. so much to the point that tears of pleasure were rolling down his cheeks.
the sound of skin connecting and your wetness mixing, the way his dick was bigger than you'd ever expect it to be, it drove both of you crazy.
"ugh, fuck, 'min!" you threw your head back as you kept your hands on his knees to keep your balance. the way your breasts bounced so perfectly in front of him, he couldn't help his self. he just wanted to look at them. and... play with them.
he raised your shirt, eyes threatening to close as he licked his salty lips at how soft they were, his warm hands brushing over your nipples, fuck, it all felt so good.
he loved that the more he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, the more your pussy throbbed around him, and the wetter you got.
the more you moaned his name, and the more he wanted to cum.
"'m...'m gonna... you gotta get up..." he whined, grabbing your hips, but you didn't budge. you actually started bouncing faster and harder. "s-shit!" the sweat dripped down his forehead, and he slowly shook his head.
"you can cum in me, 'minnie..."
that was all you had to say before he whined and moaned and shook, digging his nails into your hips and bucking his more and more as you rode him through his limit.
poor armin, his dick was so sore, and it throbbed even after he came.
his only punishment for not making you cum with him was his face between your thighs, and his glasses on the nightstand.
he hummed into your pussy as your thighs nearly suffocated him, and his face was cutely squished between them. his lips and chin were so wet, and his eyebrows furrowed as he softly sucked and licked your clit.
he loved the way you nearly dominated him, and when you arched your back, constantly repeating his name mixed with curse words.
when your slick mixed with his saliva as he flicked his tongue over your clit multiple times, oh it was to die for.
he was getting off again, rubbing his hips slowly and subtly against the sheets.
he even put his tongue inside of you, bobbing his head back and forth. and when you started to throb against his tongue, he closed his eyes as you shook, and your thighs tightened around his messy head, finishing right inside his mouth.
dripping on his chin and around his lips.
"armin..." you bit your lip as he raised his head and crawled over you.
you kissed him, your own wetness mixing between you and his tongue. as you wrapped your legs around him, you felt the sticky substance on his pants between your legs.
armins hands slowly moved back towards your shirt, and under it, softly gripping at your waist.
he looked at you with his soft, glossy, blue eyes.
IM BACKKK im sorry this took so long! im gonna try to get better at posting!
Stan x Reader x Kyle, established relationship, aged up to college, drinking, p in v, oral, Eiffel Tower, lowk perv!stan, y/n used like twice, lmk what i missed
“I know you want her.”
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It’s no secret that Stan Marsh has had a boner for you since middle school. A good number of boys from your high school have as well: Clyde Donovan, Tolkien Black, and your current boyfriend, Kyle Broflovski.
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Stan had called ‘dibs’ on you during lunch in 7th grade.
“Come on, dude, think about it! Sally Turner is gonna be so hot.” Cartman said, calling attention to the lunch table across the room from them.
“No, fatass. We’re talking about now. For all you know, Lisa Berger could become the hottest person alive,” Kyle interjected.
“Well if she does, you can have her, you fucking jew.”
“What about Bebe, huh? She’s got massive tits!” Kenny muffled, gesturing to his own chest.
“No, you’re totally right!” Clyde said enthusiastically, patting Kenny on the back. “Dude, I totally call dibs on her.”
The two of them bickered back and forth about who really ‘gets’ Bebe. Meanwhile, the other guys scanned their eyes to the girls' table, deciding which girl they’d objectify next.
“What about y/n?” Stan offered to the table. Everyone’s attention turned to you. You were laughing with your friends, a big, cheesy smile adorned your face that showed your bright pink braces to the whole school.
All the guys looked at each other, and before anyone could say anything, Stan shouted, “Dibs!”
Everyone groaned in response before Cartman interrupted, “Of course you called her! You probably jerk off to her every night!”
“Fuck you, fatso!! She’d be more into me than you!” Stan rebutted, with a face as red as his pizza.
And ever since then, every guy in their group knew you were Stan’s.
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You never realized that Stan liked you. He was always too nervous to talk to you, and by junior year, he started to date Wendy. About a year later, Kyle started to act a little weird. He giggled at his phone, not even eating the food his mom packed for him.
“What gay shit are you laughing at now?” Cartman inquired from across the table.
“Nothing, asshole.” He said, putting his phone in his pocket.
“Are you texting y/n again?” Craig asked from beside him, elbowing him. Kyle blushed, looking down at his food.
“Dude, what?!” Stan said, raising his voice. “How could you?!”
“Are you actually serious right now? You said that 5 years ago, but you never did anything about it. In fact,” Kyle started to get heated. “You did the exact opposite and got a girlfriend!”
Stan realized Kyle was right and rolled his eyes. “How long have you guys been together?” Faking support for his best friend
“Man, you’re so lucky you get to crack her,” Kenny said, receiving nods and hums from the other guys. Stan never said anything about it ever again.
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You all ended up graduating and leaving South Park for school. Stan and Wendy broke up “to experience college,” but everyone knew it was because Wendy and Tolkien had a thing for each other.
You and Kyle ended up going to school together at UC Boulder. You guys fell further for each other every single day. Nobody had a single doubt that you two would get married. Y’all were the perfect couple.
As much as you loved this new chapter, breaks were the best! All of your friends from your little mountain town, together again.
To start the break right, you guys were at Kyle’s house for a party. Loud music, beer pong, an unlocked liquor cabinet and no parents-- every college kid’s dream.
You were lying on the couch with your back on Kyle and your legs on Heidi, reminiscing about high school even though you guys graduated only 2 years prior. Tolkien and Red sat across from you guys, and Clyde and Stan were on the floor.
Mid-conversation, you hear “Y/N! COME JOIN!” From Nichole and Kenny at the Pong table. You happily run off to see your friends, and the conversation continues on like normal.
However, as you were leaving, Stan couldn’t help but admire you from afar. Your hair swaying as you left, your gorgeous legs, the short skirt you wore that made your butt look so, so good. It was so short he could see it just hanging out from underneath. Were you even wearing underwear?
“Fuck.” He thought, feeling blood rush to his crotch, immediately changing positions. He looked around and panicked to see if anyone caught him. Eyes scanning the room, only to lock with his best friend, looking a mix of confusion, pride, and disgust.
He ignored it, joining the conversation again, but he could feel the burning gaze of his best friend still on him.
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Hours passed, and almost everyone left or went to bed on a couch or an air mattress downstairs.
As Stan and Kyle dumped out cans and wiped down tables, a thick, awkward silence filled the room.
“I know you want her,” Kyle said, paying attention to the beer being dumped into the sink. Stan whipped his head around, trying to defend himself, but was quickly cut off.
“I mean, how could you not, right? Trust me, it’s amazing. She’s ridiculously tight, and dude, the head? Fantastic.” Stan couldn’t tell what was happening. Was he rubbing it in or promoting her like a product? Was one of them drunk? Kyle got closer.
“Now, I’m gonna go upstairs and fuck her. I’m only saying this because you’re my best friend. You have three options: 1- you can join. 2- You can watch. 3- You can sit down on a couch and hear me do the one thing you’ve wanted your whole life. She’s okay with any, and so am I.”
Stan looked at the taller boy, dumbfounded. Was he serious? What did he mean by you being okay with this? Did you want him too?
“Um… I-I guess the first”
“Okay.”
They went upstairs to Kyle’s room and found you lying on your stomach, scrolling on social media. You were wearing a simple nightgown.
Kyle came up behind you, kissing your shoulder blade, placing his hands on your hips. You turn around, wrapping your arms around him and allowing him to kiss you deeper. His arms wrap under you, holding you closer as you start kissing his neck and rubbing his boner.
Stan is paralyzed in the middle of the room, watching this poetic, yet pornographic display of love take place. Kyle turns his head to Stan and says, “Let me get her ready for you”.
Your boyfriend lies you down, leaving your head at the foot of his bed. His hand makes its way down to your chest while kissing your neck. Kyle slips his hand under your nightgown, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You throw your head back in pleasure, making eye contact with Stan, who was still in awe of what was going on.
“Hi,” you whisper, sending him a sweet yet sultry smile. After all, he is your lifelong friend. Stan felt his cock twitch at the attention you gave him. He was about to respond but was cut off by a moan leaving your perfect lips.
Kyle moved his head under your nightgown between your legs, licking long stripes between your folds. His tongue would go up to your clit before going back down. As you felt a tightness brew in your lower stomach, you grabbed a fistful of your boyfriend's curls and instinctively rolled your hips against his face.
After a few minutes, your boyfriend realized that Stan was still just admiring you. He reluctantly pulled away from you and leaned against his headboard, gesturing for Stan to take his place. You moved so your back was against Kyle, with your legs spread, waiting for Stan. He knelt next to your sopping pussy and nervously placed a kiss against it.
The breathy moan that fell from your lips gave him the confidence to do more. He took his middle and index fingers and brushed them up and down your slit before sliding them in.
“Oh fuck…” You groaned, throwing your head against Kyle’s shoulder. Stan’s pace quickened, and he started sucking your clit, encouraging louder moans from you. Kyle slapped his hand over your mouth so as not to wake anyone downstairs. But in your defence, Stan was going crazy on you. He’s dreamed of going down on you for years now (even while he had a girlfriend), and he doubted he would have the pleasure of doing this again.
“Kyle, babe, I’m so close,” you muffled, looking up at your boyfriend, who was too invested in your tits.
“Don’t tell me that; you gotta tell him that.”
“Stan..”
“I know, baby, I know.” He said, still not giving up. That pet name sent you over the edge, closing your legs around Stan’s head as you finished. When you finished your orgasm, Stan sat back and wiped his mouth. He inserted his fingers into his mouth and groaned at your taste
Stan was rock hard and his dick was itching to be touched. He noticed Kyle whispering in your ear. You moved over in front of Stan, cupping his face, and began to kiss him deeply. His hands started roaming around your body, a newfound confidence emerging. One hand played with your tit while the other grabbed at your waist. You felt a second pair of hands at your hips, turning you around. You were on all fours, facing your boyfriend's cock while grinding against his best friend’s.
Stan looked at Kyle like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do next.
“You can fuck her. Just don’t come inside,” Kyle responded as if he read his friend’s mind. “It’s gonna be the best you ever had.”
You wrapped your lips around Kyle, taking his whole length at once. Something you’ve done many times but always a bit of a challenge.
“Fuuuck” your boyfriend hissed as you started blowing him. Stan lined himself up with you and slowly entered, savoring this new feeling.
Stan settled and set a pace that matched how he entered, not trusting himself to last long inside you. As he’s fucking you, he thinks of how long he's waited for this. Every time you wore a low-cut top, bent down to pick something up, twirled your hair in class, or that time Stan saw you and Kyle making out at a frat party during the weekend he visited you at school, it just made him want you more.
Meanwhile, Kyle was fucking your mouth brutally. The almost animalistic way he behaved was so different than his sassy yet reserved self. Every time Kyle moved his hips forward, it pushed you farther back onto Stan, bringing him closer to finishing. Being filled in both holes mixed with the brewing overstimulation from your orgasm, you were flooded with ecstasy.
“Shit, switch with me, Stan. I'm about to finish.” Kyle said, removing himself from you. Stan didn’t think he could pull out if he wanted to with how tight you were squeezing him. However, you did it for him and turned to face him.
“You ready?” You questioned as you grabbed his length, stroking it. You gave him light kitten-licks to the tip that drove him insane. Then you bobbed your head down while swirling your tongue over the head.
Stan’s head threw back, and he let out a moan; his hips routinely met your face as you continued. Kyle was continuing his pace from before, holding you tightly as he reached closer to his orgasm. One of his hands snaked down and played with your clit.
“God, you're doing so good for us, huh?” He praised you from behind. You responded, sending vibrations to Stan’s cock that sent him over the edge. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as he spilled his load into your mouth. That didn’t stop the rhythm you had going, removing your mouth but still jerking him off.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum, okay? Can you handle that?” Kyle groaned as he did the same thing as his best friend had just seconds prior. You let out loud moans, feeling your boyfriend’s cum fill you up.
“Ohmygod fuckfuckfuck” you chanted as you followed suit, your second orgasm erupting around Kyle and letting go of Stan’s sore dick. He pulled out and handed you a towel to help clean you up, planting a kiss on your forehead. You excused yourself and left for the bathroom.
Stan was speechless. He felt like he was going to wake up the next morning and find it all to be a dream.
“So…?” Kyle inquired.
“Dude. You're so fucking lucky. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in my whole life.” Stan responded.
“I know. I'm happy dibs don’t really mean anything.” He joked.
Baby girl.... I would make you hold your pee while I press down on your lower tummy to make you cry and scream how hard it is getting for you to control it
Ok so I had to spend an extra hour fixing this bc I realized AFTER I ALREADY POSTED IT TO INSTAGRAM that I made a few mistakes BUTTTT on the bright side it’s fixed and the quality is way better after saving it properly
Anyway this is my interpretation of Bill playing w LPS and being a piece of sh^t about it
I want to be forcemasced but I want to be forcemasced in a nerd way. Like make me into a disgusting little nerdy boy and embarrass me please. Make me the loser I am ૮ >⸝⸝⸝⸝< ა
I say as I practically force you down. You reach to unbutton my jeans, but I don't let you.
"Who gave you permission to do that, huh? You touch, when I say you touch. Got it?"
I love watching your expression when you're denied, I adore it. I unbutton and unzip them myself, agonizingly slow, of course. I watch your hunger grow as I slide them down just enough to give you access. I don't remove my boxers yet though.
"Show me how much you need it. Fuck- Attaboy. There you go." I coo as you lap at me through the thin cloth.
Once I've had enough of that, I finally side my boxers down too, inch by inch, revealing a trail of dark hair and eventually my throbbing tdick. I grip your hair real tight and force you to bury your face in my cunt and suck. If you make me cum good enough, maybe I'll let you fuck me.
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