WE BE KEEPING IT LOW, BUT WE KEEP IT REAL -
LOWKEY!
inspired by this sexy ass song
sypnosis. fwb!aot x fem!reader ,, college au pairings. nerd!armin, frat!eren, jock!reiner cw. filthy smut, unprotected sex
authors note. new to tumblr, pls be nice. i’m australian so forgive me if i don’t get the whole college au thing right. reader may or may not be a bird... not proofread!!
NERD!ARMIN
innocent, frigid, sweet armin.
all of these were true, until of course that fateful day he became your tutor. a walking stereotype for geeks turned hot?
it isn’t merely egotistical to say that you were out of his league status wise, it’s the truth. yet you were the first to make a move, almost instantly working your charm on him just to shut him up. however, once you got his dick, you just couldn’t give it up!
since the change of scenery, tutoring sessions became makeout sessions, and an hour a week turned to two hours a day. it was almost exhausting trying to keep up with armin’s newfound libido. but of course, you always found a way to make time for him, slipping through the exit of a party way earlier than usual, sneaking him in while your roommate was still out, muffling his whimpers with your bare palm to avoid neighbouring suspicion.
you hate to admit it, but you’ve grown to like armin. so when he calls you, all mushy voiced and sniffling between his words, you can’t help but end up at the front of his dorm. knock, knock. the door pulls open gently, a familiar face welcoming you. tears bridging the waterlines of his big eyes, blonde locks untamed, glasses almost sideways. you take in his desperate look before pushing yourself in, grabbing his face in a soft kiss.
“it’s okay, let me take care of you,” he doesn’t protest, he never does. instead, he simply allows you to lead him to his bed. you straddle him before wiping his tears away, replacing the liquid with kisses before making your way down his neck. “you always treat me so good,” he mutters meekly as his hands make their way to the slim of your waist. you chuckle at the desperation in his voice and touch. “want you so bad,” he whimpers beneath you. that simple wish flicks a switch in you.
soon enough, he’s spread beneath you, dick deep in your gushy walls as your hips snap against him mercilessly. “fuck- too much baby, slow down!” he attempts to grab your hips to a halt, only for you to retaliate by pinning his wrists against the head board, using him to stabilise your ruthless movements. “thought you wanted me so bad?” you tease. all he can do is yelp in return, tears coming back to haunt him as you take any pent up frustration out on his cock.
crazed with need, you stare into his eyes, waiting for him to do the same, but he’s too caught up in the overstimulating pleasure of your tight walls to realise anything. your free hand lands a soft blow to his cheek “look at me,” you whimper, noticing the overwhelming feeling has started to get to you as well. “looking at you- tsss fuckkk- you look so perfect,” his kind words conflict the nasty image on his bed. “need ta’ cum armin,” the words escape your pretty lips. “let me help,” he responds before breaking free of your grip, hands automatically grabbing the softness of your hips, almost enough to bruise.
he thrusts into you, once, then twice, then he doesn’t stop. as if under a spell, the whimpering mess beneath you becomes a determined pussy monster. the sounds escaping from both your lips are just utterly dirty, between your pretty moans and the squelching of your pussy, he doesn’t know which one is driving him crazier. “fuckfuck- so close armin,” you betray your controlling facade, giving your body to him as he thrusts beneath you. “i know baby, so good for me,” he groans breathlessly. and that’s all you needed. your walls clench around him, your vision blinded by white as your mouth calls for him one last time. you fall on top of him, your weight becoming his burden. yet he still refuses to stop his brutal pace, his hands grabbing onto the fat of your ass to give him a better angle as he chases his own release. “nghhh- inside armin!” you whimper, self respect slipping as you allow him to abuse your pussy. “are you sure?” he tries his best to check, but before you can respond he’s already balls deep releasing himself into you. his moans are so pretty, he gasps in your ear as you feel the liquid build up inside of you.
after cleaning yourself up, armin tries to get you to stay the night, you make up the same shitty excuse. as if he doesn’t know you’ve never studied without him there to force you. your hand grips the handle as you prepare to leave. “same time tomorrow?” the innocent voice calls out, replacing the relentless fuck you had just shared. “you know it!” you smile gently before leaving his room empty, leaving him only with the company of himself.
FRATBOY!EREN
through rumours you had learnt about the infamous eren yaegar, unbeknownst that you to would eventually fall into his web of “hit and dip”.
naive you were, your first year spent on an agreement with eren. fuck-buddies, that’s it, no strings. and yet you had taken him into your next year, eventually landing first place in his list of girls. you always answered. so why would he need anyone else? that’s what he tells himself, trying his best to convince his mind that he’s not the one getting attached. trying to convince himself that he could still get hard at the sight of another woman laying with him, trying his very best to convince himself that he didn’t dream about your pretty little face last night.
another night spent in your empty dorm, your roommate doing god knows what with god knows who. phone in hand, you scroll through the pictures eren had sent you last week, fingers trying to replicate his as you nudge your clit gently. just the familiar sight of his torso gets you wet. you close your eyes to imagine the last time you had him, the big figure that loomed atop of you, treating you so well and dragging multiple orgasms (four, he counted aloud) out of you. your pussy aches for more than your pathetic hand, and who are you to deny her? you open your eyes as if waking yourself up from a trance, immediately opening your messages, he’s pinned, because of course he is. you tap on the convenient number, shooting him an ominous text “need you.” and that’s all he needs.
flashing lights and blasting music taunt eren’s senses. your notification manages to pull his head out of the scene of the drunk crowd, he lifts his phone up, a shit-eating grin plastering his face as he reads it to himself. “fina-fucking-ly.” he mutters to himself followed with a groan. his fingers type back as if by instinct, or maybe pattern. “coming.” he sends.
later that night, your back is to him, stomach and face pushed into the comfort of your bed while he grinds into you like a drill. the nasty sounds falling from your lips stick to the wall and bounce right back to eren’s ears. “fuck baby, heh, you missed this dick that much?” all you can respond with is a meek yelp as he drives his cock further into the welcoming grasp of your pussy. “i asked you fucking a question,” he demands an answer, hand trailing from the curve of your back up to your ass. smack! he lands a hard blow to the fat, adding to the recoil on top of his relentless pace. “yesss ‘ren, missed it so much!” you’re not even trying to be quiet, sure that your neighbours have already become used to the late night noise pollution. “missed you too pretty, fuckin’ pussy’s gonna drive me insane.” he groans into the air. your pussy replies with a dirty squelch, so wet that you’ve convinced yourself it’s unnatural. and to be frank, there was nothing natural about the way he was fucking his big mean cock into your needy cunt.
the utter dirt falling out of your mouth has eren feeling as if it’s possible for him to get any harder. “pussy needs you so bad ‘ren, only guy that can treat her right.” you feed into his ego, and as usual he smirk to himself, giving your ass another bruising slap. “i know baby, i know.” he leans down to whisper into your ear, rough voice dripping with desire. he switches his angle quickly, knowing exactly how to get you to the edge. a deep moan escapes your mouth, one that’ll surely drive out complaints from the building residents. but you don’t care, especially not when you’re so close you can taste it. “fuckfuckfuck! so so close baby!” you yeld at the sudden tenderness.
then, you feel your cunt wrap around nothing. noticing the sudden emptiness, you turn back to protest. “hey-“ but you’re cut off my the winding force that pulls you onto your back. he’s on top of you, large presence oozing menacingly as he grins right in your face. “missing something?” he teases, arms trapping your head still. your big eyes gaze up at him, a pathetic attempt to get him to fuck you the way he was two seconds ago. “pleaseeee, need it!” you whine, pulling him closer to you. he meets you in a deep kiss, passionate and hot. when he breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connects the two of you.
“take it then.” he challenges, thrusting into you without warning. eren sets a deathly pace, ensuring you become completely dumb by the time he’s done with you. your eyes roll back, whines and whimpers exiting your mouth, no longer restrained. “s-slow down, mmph!” you grab onto his back, fingernails leaving marks. “shit! you wanted this babygirl,” he kisses your cheek teasingly. “thought you could take it? you can take it right? be good for me,” he lets out a deep groan. you nod your head obediently, already fucked to oblivion. “mhm- i’m a- a good girl yeah.” you don’t even know what you’re talking about, and eren would be laughing at you if his brain was any more clear than yours. but instead he’s stead focused on the sight of you two connecting. “shit, look at that.” he chuckles, voice strained. “gonna cum ‘ren!” those words snap him back to reality, he uses his final senses left to drive you to your well deserved orgasm. with a loud yelp, the walls of your pussy gush around him. he fucks you through it, ensuring your cunt is treated like a princess. eren reaches his own release with a loud grunt, pulling out before letting the thick load sprawl onto your exposed lips. you moan at the hot touch, in response he chuckles. “fuuuck baby, milked me dry,” he praises, placing a kiss onto your forehead. eren collapses next to you, arm wrapping around the back of your neck. “round two?”
JOCK!REINER
if you didn’t know him you’d think he’s just another jacked oaf. and you did. key word, did.
your own blissful innocence is what got you caught up in this mess, his mess. a simple group assignment wasn’t supposed to turn into a dirty secret, but with the late nights spent together something was absolutely bound to happen. and it was more than friendship. you liked the way he pulled you out of your comfort zone (and onto his dick).
you went from having to be dragged to football games by your friends, to attending every single one without complaint. you watched from the sidelines, examining as if you knew anything about football. but the truth was, all you knew was that you were gonna get some dick no matter the outcome of the game. he’d practically begged you to wear his jersey number, claiming that “nobody would even notice,” but you were to smart for his whines. you’d secretly hoped that he would lose, because that’s when he gets mean. and your wish was granted. the settling score made you crack a smirk.
he didn’t bother dragging you to an after party, much too worried about getting his dick wet before walking into a crowded frat. so when the crowd had dispersed, and your friends had ditched you for a free ride, you made your way down the bleachers, and towards the empty locker room. same as always, he was waiting for you. sweat dripping down his naked upper frame, loose towel hanging onto the muscle of his upper thighs. you could almost feel what was about to happen. “there she is,” he grins, but nothing was funny about the way he was about to fuck you.
you cant complain about the position he has you in seconds later, face smushed into the cold metal of locker, bare ass perked just where he need it to be, hands gripped back by his own. “shit, could see you smiling at the end of the game, you think that’s funny?” he grunts into your ear. “mnm, mnm,” you yelp against the locker. he lets one of your hands loose, allowing you to stabilise yourself before he creeps his free hand down to your inner thigh. the rough skin sends a shiver down your back. he can’t help but rub that clit of yours. “wet already huh?” he questions you, but you can’t answer, too lost in the pleasure rumbling within your bundle of nerves down below. “can’t answer? guess i’m just gonna have to fuck it out of you,” he whispers gently, completely conflicting the scene in front of him.
he was absolutely one to talk up his size, but it was never a lie. you’d only learnt that after never being able to take him fully, even despite the countless hookups. so when he’s bullying his cock into your dripping pussy, you can’t hold back your pathetic moans. “c’mon baby, you can take it,” he taunts you, wide smirk on his face. all you can mutter is a pitiful “m-mhmmm.” inch by inch he claims your cunt as if it was field he was playing on thirty minutes earlier. you can feel the frustration in his bruising grip on your wrist. “nghh ts too much rein,” you plead as if it could stop him. and with the final inch in, you suddenly become extremely aware of the tenderness, almost immediately breaking down into a whimpering mess. your back arches into the newfound sensation, ultimately driving him in deeper. “shiiiiiit, nah, you can take it baby,” he groans, growls almost. and from there forth, his bruising grip isn’t all you have to worry about.
he pulls his length out, fully, before thrusting back into the tight wetness of your pussy. you gasp, then shutter, thighs shacking and calves almost giving up. as if to save you from falling on your own face, he lifts you up effortlessly, holding you by your thighs as he bullies his relentless dick into you. you look back, face flustered and surprised. “don’t look at me like that, you knew what was gonna happen when you came down here looking for me,” he brushes off your innocent facade. you reply with a strained moan. his grip gets tighter, and his thrusts get meaner. he pulls you up and down to meet his fastened pace half way.
“fuuuckkkk, just like that honey,” he nuzzles into the comfort of your neck. “too much!” you whine, but your cunt says otherwise with her feral gushing sounds. “you love it,” he grunts. you can feel every inch of his cock, every vein, and especially the soft curve since it’s hitting that spot only he’s been able to find. your mind goes dumb, absolutely cock drunk as he drills into you from below. “sssooo close,” you whimper meekly. “yeah? already?” he chuckles at the mess you’ve made, coats of your slick dripping down your thighs to his.
“be a doll and rub that clit for me,” he says as if he’s asking, but you know it’s a command. so you do as he says, untangling your arm before tracing down to your clit, sure enough that you might just die after he’s done with you. “mhm, just like that pretty,” his approval feels so good, praising words making their way from your ears to your cunt. you huff softly between your moans, and he knows by pattern that you’re about to cum. “don’t be shy sweetheart, you got this,” your frail fingers work faster on your bundle, chasing your own release as he ruins your pussy.
with one last whimper you fall apart, vision blurring as you’re overcome with pleasure. your thighs shake uncontrollably, your cunt grasps onto reiner as if holding him captive, and then you come undone, juicy pussy squelching. he slows down his once relentless pace, “fuck- yeah baby, mm- just like that, drag it out of me,” you’d respond if you could, you try your best but all that leaves your lips is another whimper.
he continues to fuck you through your orgasm before naturally chasing his own, pace thickening again. “cmon baby, just a little more,” your body goes limp, mind as well. your tempting moans echoe through the seemingly empty room. “reiner,” you mutter, and that gets him to the edge. the delicate way you string out his name instantly has him dumping his stress into you. you can feel the overwhelming, thick load spur against the walls of your cunt, turning you into a whining mess again.
when he finally releases you, he sits on down on one of the benches lined between the various lockers. and god, he’s so pretty, hair all messed up, sweat dripping down his toned abs. you can’t help but crawl into his lap. just as you were about to opt for another round, a voice breaks through yours.
“anyone in here?”