Summary ➼ your self-care night is cut short when your drunk boyfriend decides to call you from a bar floor at 11:48PM
Word Count ➼ 2.5k
Contains ➼ fluff, established relationship, swearing, kissing, pet names
Ni-ki never called, he always texted, so when his name lit up your screen at 11:48PM you already knew something was off.
You, however, keep your eyes on the movie playing in front of you and choose to extend your arm carefully towards the noise of the device, blindly tapping your hand on the surface of your drawer until you eventually feel the touch of your phone.
Five seconds prior to this interruption was supposed to be your "self-care" night. Time all to yourself to finally watch the film "Uptown Girls" that has been on your watchlist for months, and an excuse to use the facemask that you bought for twenty dollars because you convinced yourself the "cutting-edge" formula would get rid of the beautiful pimple on the center of your forehead.
Your instinct is to mute the call so you won't have to pause the movie, but the sound of the ringtone you chose for Ni-Ki, Michael Jackson's "Beat It", signifies that it is in fact your boyfriend calling and not a random spam, so you resist the urge to press the ignore button and swipe to answer, already confused — last you heard he was out with Jungwon and Jake, and Ni-ki didn't call, he texted, so why—
"Y/NNNNNN, how's my baby? I miss you soooooo much!" Ni-Ki screams into the phone.
"Hey Riki, is everything alright?"
You can tell he must be at a bar from the large amount of background noise on the call, and for a second you even think you hear the sound of Jake's voice yelling 'SIMP' on the other end, but Ni-Ki's voice is just too loud to fully confirm.
"Are you drunk right now?" You say while abandoning the mountain of blankets you were lying in, shifting your once comfortable body to sit up against the headboard of your bed.
"What! No! I mean me and Jakey over here had a couple drinks but we're totally chilling—" "Don't call me that—" Jake's voice cuts through distantly in the background. "—I mean look, I can walk in a straight line, just watch!"
"Riki, I can't see you because-"
Your voice is interrupted by the sound of the phone dropping on the other line. You sigh in annoyance and lift your legs to the side of your mattress, instinctively preparing yourself to get out of bed for the first time this evening.
"Y/N, can you hear me?" A new voice, who you assume to be Jungwon based on the soft tone, suddenly emerges.
"Yeah, is everything okay? Was Riki actually unable to walk in a straight line or did the phone just disconnect?" You say, a little more relaxed now that you know someone responsible is there, because knowing Jake he was most likely just as drunk as Riki was.
"Based on the fact that he's sprawled out on the floor right now… I would assume he could not walk in a straight line." Jungwon says with a heavy sense of secondhand embarrassment in his voice.
"HEYYYY, who are you on the phone with?" screams Ni-Ki, still sprawled onto the floor with his hands behind his head, looking way too comfortable for someone lying on a sticky bar floor.
Jungwon turns his head, removing the phone from his ear, and putting a finger to his lips to shush him with the practiced patience of someone who has done this exact thing many times before. Ni-Ki just smiles back and raises his pinky finger over his lips, shushing the air in front of him in a fit of giggles.
"Yeah so everything is fine, but your boyfriend is acting like a complete menace and Jake just ran away." Jungwon says while running his hands through his hair. He knows what he is getting into when he agrees to be the designated driver, but nothing could have prepared him for it to be this bad.
"I'm gonna assume this means you want me to pick up Riki while you search for Jake?" you say, already getting up from your bed and remotely starting your car so you won't have to hear Ni-Ki complain about how freezing it is — your boyfriend has such a large hoodie collection for a reason.
While hopping out of bed you manage to get a quick glance at your mirror and immediately notice you are still wearing the very unattractive facemask that makes you look like a background villain in a low-budget horror film, and the ugly pajamas that mostly consist of Ni-ki's old oversized clothes.
"Uhhhh, Jungwon, are you still there?" You ask while staring at your reflection and wincing at the embarrassing thought of walking into a bar full of strangers, looking just as unhinged as your boyfriend probably looked right now.
"Yeah, sorry. That would actually be amazing if you could because I still cannot find Jake and I'm assuming he went to the nearest Seven Eleven to get ramyeon since he always does that when he's drunk."
"Ok, well I'm gonna need two minutes, but then I'll be on the way. Please tell Ni-Ki to sit somewhere and stay put until I get there. God knows if he finds out Jake went to Seven Eleven his fatass will immediately follow."
Jungwon snorts. "Don't worry, I'll send you the address."
And just like that, your self-care night is over before the facemask even has time to dry.
Ni-Ki currently has his arms wrapped around your neck as he leans his head into your chest, his mouth wide open and eyes closed like he misinterpreted your chest for a pillow, all while you attempt to drag his much larger body to your apartment door. Thankfully, you assumed this would not be a simple ordeal so you parked in the closest parking spot to the building, but with Ni-ki's dead weight practically dragging you both to the ground, even twenty feet feels like a marathon.
"Riki you need to stop leaning all your body weight on me or else we're both gonna eat shit!" You exclaim while gritting your teeth, face scrunched in the way it did that one time you were dragged to the gym and attempted to bench press. Safe to say it was worthwhile for moments like these.
Ni-Ki lifts his head from your chest, blonde locks looking like Sid Vicious personally styled his hair, and looks at you with an expression of pure disgust. "Ew, baby don't say that, I would never eat shit, that's disgusting." His misinterpretation alone is enough to bring him to full standing, arms still wrapped around you, both of you now looking like you were about to slow dance at prom.
You blush from the sudden proximity, face now inches apart, and look down in slight embarrassment. "Do you actually think I meant eating literal shit? It's an expression for falling over, you dumbass." You look up again at your now smiling boyfriend, eyes naturally gravitating towards his duck-like lips. "You of all people should know that."
He notices your stare on his lips, so he tips his finger below your chin and slightly lifts your face back to his eyes. "Yeah but I'm a dumbass you wanna kiss sooo bad right now." He says with a smirk.
You immediately push back, now released from his tight hold. "Yeah right, you're way too drunk for me to kiss right now."
"Aw, come on, baby, don't do me like that! Just one little peck on the lips!" He exclaims while pointing to his lips and slightly slouching now that he doesn't have your body to support his balance.
You turn, arms crossed over your chest like you're reprimanding a child. "No way. You're not getting a single kiss until you make it back to my apartment, and that means without using me as your personal walking cane." You state in a stern tone.
"Ughhhh fine, but you better be telling the truth." He says in defeat, following behind you with the expression of a kid who just dropped their ice cream.
Once you reach the door, you place your hand in your pocket and begin searching for your keys, all while Ni-Ki groans in complaint as he trudges up the final steps of your annoyingly long staircase. Your fingers eventually find the familiar shape of your Hello Kitty keychain and you pull them out, moving to fit the key into the lock.
However, your hand freezes halfway to the doorknob when you feel two arms wrap around you from behind, engulfing you in a sudden warmth.
Ni-Ki places his chin on your left shoulder, mouth so close to your ear you feel a tingle from his breath. "You know… you did say I would get that kiss once we made it to your apartment, and it looks like we've reached our destination." He whispers, breath hot on your skin.
You feel your skin prickle from his hot breath, the thought of kissing him becoming more irresistible the closer his touch becomes. You turn the key, the apartment now free to enter, but your hand stills on the doorknob while you let a heavy breath out. "Riki, you are too drunk right now, you need to sleep."
Ni-Ki lets out an amused chuckle, moving his face closer into the nape of your neck and pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. "Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, lips trailing down slowly, "you say that—" another kiss, this time to the side of your neck, "—but the door is still closed."
You lean your head back, giving him more access to your neck, and close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure of his lips on your skin. You feel him smile at your defeat as he takes your face into his hand, bringing your faces nose to nose, until you eventually feel his lips on yours. The kiss begins slow, as if he is testing the waters of your previous resistance, but as soon as he realizes you have no intention of stopping him, the hand on your jaw pulls you closer, the kiss deepening in a way that makes you forget entirely that you were ever trying to resist in the first place.
The movements connecting your lips increase in speed, and somewhere in between the growing fire between your lips, his tongue slips past yours — and immediately your tastebuds are met with the unmistakable taste of whatever alcohol he'd been drinking all night. You pull back, nose scrunched. "Eugh, babe you have to stop, your mouth tastes like a mix of acid reflux and whiskey."
Ni-ki just smiles, swollen lips on display, and steps forward, huffing in a large breath of air before exhaling it directly onto your face.
"RIKI!" you scream, running into the apartment and pulling your shirt sleeve over your nose as some sort of protective mask against the horrid smell he blew at you. He, however, finds your reaction hilarious and chases after you, having an unfair advantage considering he is wearing Nike sneakers and has the long legs to match, quickly closing the gap between you despite your head start.
He wraps his arms around your torso and leans his bodyweight into your back, causing you both to fall onto the couch you happened to be running by. Your face hits the decorative pillow and you're enveloped in the familiar weight of him on top of you.
"You can't get away from me that easily, babe." Riki murmurs in your ear with a tone of confidence, now that he knows you have no way of escaping his grasp.
"Mmph, cah you at leasth let me turhn over, 'm losin' the ability to breathe." You speak into the pillow, words sounding distorted from your lack of air.
"Only if you promise to kiss me." Riki says sternly.
"UGHH FINE." You begrudgingly yell into the pillow. "MM AM ABOOT TO LOZE OXYGENN HERE CAH YOU-"
Before you can finish your sentence, Ni-Ki grabs your arms in a gentle grasp and swiftly flips you over, your back now pressed against the couch and head gently atop the pillow.
"Hey baby." He says with a smug smile on his face.
"Don't 'hey baby' me, you almost suffocated me just now!" You exclaim with a pout, avoiding eye contact so you are less tempted to let him get his way with a kiss.
"Hey, don't turn away from me, I wanna see your pretty face." He says while turning your head upright, thumb resting gently on your jaw, eyes searching yours with an expression that makes it very hard to stay mad at him.
Instead of making another snarky remark, you let yourself stare into his eyes, cheeks reddening from the sudden proximity.
"Don't get shy on me now, baby." He says with a smirk. You let out a scoff, attempting to mask your embarrassment at the flustered state he has put you in. "You still owe me a kiss."
Ni-Ki leans in, blonde hair slightly covering his eyes as he closes the distance between your lips. His hand goes to the side of your cheek, pulling you further into him to deepen the kiss. This one feels more sensual than the one at the door, as if you were both trying to bask in each other's touch and savour this personal moment. His breath still carries the taste of whiskey, but you decide to ignore it this time, moving your lips along with his, your hand finding its way into his hair as your bodies settle into each other.
After some time, Ni-Ki's kisses get sloppy and his body feels heavier against your chest. "Mhm, baby, are you getting sleepy?" You murmur as you break away from the kiss, your hand still running through his hair.
Ni-Ki lowers his head in between your breasts, letting out a soft breath and tightening his hold around your torso. "Mhm." You can feel the flutter of his eyelashes against the fabric of your shirt, moving up and down as if he is battling the urge to close his eyes and sleep. You smile down at him, finding it sweet that he wants to stay awake with you despite his body saying otherwise.
"We can just sleep here alright?" You say, rubbing circles on his back.
"But I wanted to stay up and talk to you."
"I know but I think sober you in the morning will deeply regret that choice, so just go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning to listen to you talk about your night, okay?"
"Hmmm, okay."
"Good, now go to sleep. I love you."
"I love you more."
Before even thinking of responding, you hear his breathing pattern slow and you can tell he has passed out on your chest. Not ready to sleep just yet, you carefully reach your arm out and grab the remote to the television in front of you, putting on Uptown Girls, now finishing what was supposed to be a self-care movie night with your drunk boyfriend fast asleep on your chest instead. Not that you would have it any other way.
AN: AHHHH thank you for reading my first oneshot on tumblr!! I grew up writing fanfics but it has been a while since i've written, so lmk what you think! I got the idea for writing this from the fancall clip of Ni-Ki saying his drink of choice is whiskey, so this is how I imagined him drunk. Thank you for reading!
I just read a oneshot that was so painfully ai or at least ai assisted but everyone in the comments was eating it up. Like am I the only one who gets so pissed seeing that shit when the whole point of fanfics is for the love of the game?? I’ve been seeing a lot of ai slop in the K-pop tumblr space and I so badly wanna comment that it’s ai but I also don’t wanna attack someone on their page cause that’s mean. UGHHHH I just need to know if people have been noticing it too or if it’s just me.
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Summary ➼ your self-care night is cut short when your drunk boyfriend decides to call you from a bar floor at 11:48PM
Word Count ➼ 2.5k
Contains ➼ fluff, established relationship, swearing, kissing, pet names
Ni-ki never called, he always texted, so when his name lit up your screen at 11:48PM you already knew something was off.
You, however, keep your eyes on the movie playing in front of you and choose to extend your arm carefully towards the noise of the device, blindly tapping your hand on the surface of your drawer until you eventually feel the touch of your phone.
Five seconds prior to this interruption was supposed to be your "self-care" night. Time all to yourself to finally watch the film "Uptown Girls" that has been on your watchlist for months, and an excuse to use the facemask that you bought for twenty dollars because you convinced yourself the "cutting-edge" formula would get rid of the beautiful pimple on the center of your forehead.
Your instinct is to mute the call so you won't have to pause the movie, but the sound of the ringtone you chose for Ni-Ki, Michael Jackson's "Beat It", signifies that it is in fact your boyfriend calling and not a random spam, so you resist the urge to press the ignore button and swipe to answer, already confused — last you heard he was out with Jungwon and Jake, and Ni-ki didn't call, he texted, so why—
"Y/NNNNNN, how's my baby? I miss you soooooo much!" Ni-Ki screams into the phone.
"Hey Riki, is everything alright?"
You can tell he must be at a bar from the large amount of background noise on the call, and for a second you even think you hear the sound of Jake's voice yelling 'SIMP' on the other end, but Ni-Ki's voice is just too loud to fully confirm.
"Are you drunk right now?" You say while abandoning the mountain of blankets you were lying in, shifting your once comfortable body to sit up against the headboard of your bed.
"What! No! I mean me and Jakey over here had a couple drinks but we're totally chilling—" "Don't call me that—" Jake's voice cuts through distantly in the background. "—I mean look, I can walk in a straight line, just watch!"
"Riki, I can't see you because-"
Your voice is interrupted by the sound of the phone dropping on the other line. You sigh in annoyance and lift your legs to the side of your mattress, instinctively preparing yourself to get out of bed for the first time this evening.
"Y/N, can you hear me?" A new voice, who you assume to be Jungwon based on the soft tone, suddenly emerges.
"Yeah, is everything okay? Was Riki actually unable to walk in a straight line or did the phone just disconnect?" You say, a little more relaxed now that you know someone responsible is there, because knowing Jake he was most likely just as drunk as Riki was.
"Based on the fact that he's sprawled out on the floor right now… I would assume he could not walk in a straight line." Jungwon says with a heavy sense of secondhand embarrassment in his voice.
"HEYYYY, who are you on the phone with?" screams Ni-Ki, still sprawled onto the floor with his hands behind his head, looking way too comfortable for someone lying on a sticky bar floor.
Jungwon turns his head, removing the phone from his ear, and putting a finger to his lips to shush him with the practiced patience of someone who has done this exact thing many times before. Ni-Ki just smiles back and raises his pinky finger over his lips, shushing the air in front of him in a fit of giggles.
"Yeah so everything is fine, but your boyfriend is currently sprawled out on the floor acting like a complete menace and Jake just ran away." Jungwon says while running his hands through his hair. He knows what he is getting into when he agrees to be the designated driver, but nothing could have prepared him for it to be this bad.
"I'm gonna assume this means you want me to pick up Riki while you search for Jake?" you say, already getting up from your bed and remotely starting your car so you won't have to hear Ni-Ki complain about how freezing it is — your boyfriend has such a large hoodie collection for a reason.
While hopping out of bed you manage to get a quick glance at your mirror and immediately notice you are still wearing the very unattractive facemask that makes you look like a background villain in a low-budget horror film, and the ugly pajamas that mostly consist of Ni-ki's old oversized clothes.
"Uhhhh, Jungwon, are you still there?" You ask while staring at your reflection and wincing at the embarrassing thought of walking into a bar full of strangers, looking just as unhinged as your boyfriend probably looked right now.
"Yeah, sorry. That would actually be amazing if you could because I still cannot find Jake and I'm assuming he went to the nearest Seven Eleven to get ramyeon since he always does that when he's drunk."
"Ok, well I'm gonna need two minutes, but then I'll be on the way. Please tell Ni-Ki to sit somewhere and stay put until I get there. God knows if he finds out Jake went to Seven Eleven his fatass will immediately follow."
Jungwon snorts. "Don't worry, I'll send you the address."
And just like that, your self-care night is over before the facemask even has time to dry.
Ni-Ki currently has his arms wrapped around your neck as he leans his head into your chest, his mouth wide open and eyes closed like he misinterpreted your chest for a pillow, all while you attempt to drag his much larger body to your apartment door. Thankfully, you assumed this would not be a simple ordeal so you parked in the closest parking spot to the building, but with Ni-ki's dead weight practically dragging you both to the ground, even twenty feet feels like a marathon.
"Riki you need to stop leaning all your body weight on me or else we're both gonna eat shit!" You exclaim while gritting your teeth, face scrunched in the way it did that one time you were dragged to the gym and attempted to bench press. Safe to say it was worthwhile for moments like these.
Ni-Ki lifts his head from your chest, blonde locks looking like Sid Vicious personally styled his hair, and looks at you with an expression of pure disgust. "Ew, baby don't say that, I would never eat shit, that's disgusting." His misinterpretation alone is enough to bring him to full standing, arms still wrapped around you, both of you now looking like you were about to slow dance at prom.
You blush from the sudden proximity, face now inches apart, and look down in slight embarrassment. "Do you actually think I meant eating literal shit? It's an expression for falling over, you dumbass." You look up again at your now smiling boyfriend, eyes naturally gravitating towards his duck-like lips. "You of all people should know that."
He notices your stare on his lips, so he tips his finger below your chin and slightly lifts your face back to his eyes. "Yeah but I'm a dumbass you wanna kiss sooo bad right now." He says with a smirk.
You immediately push back, now released from his tight hold. "Yeah right, you're way too drunk for me to kiss right now."
"Aw, come on, baby, don't do me like that! Just one little peck on the lips!" He exclaims while pointing to his lips and slightly slouching now that he doesn't have your body to support his balance.
You turn, arms crossed over your chest like you're reprimanding a child. "No way. You're not getting a single kiss until you make it back to my apartment, and that means without using me as your personal walking cane." You state in a stern tone.
"Ughhhh fine, but you better be telling the truth." He says in defeat, following behind you with the expression of a kid who just dropped their ice cream.
Once you reach the door, you place your hand in your pocket and begin searching for your keys, all while Ni-Ki groans in complaint as he trudges up the final steps of your annoyingly long staircase. Your fingers eventually find the familiar shape of your Hello Kitty keychain and you pull them out, moving to fit the key into the lock.
However, your hand freezes halfway to the doorknob when you feel two arms wrap around you from behind, engulfing you in a sudden warmth.
Ni-Ki places his chin on your left shoulder, mouth so close to your ear you feel a tingle from his breath. "You know… you did say I would get that kiss once we made it to your apartment, and it looks like we've reached our destination." He whispers, breath hot on your skin.
You feel your skin prickle from his hot breath, the thought of kissing him becoming more irresistible the closer his touch becomes. You turn the key, the apartment now free to enter, but your hand stills on the doorknob while you let a heavy breath out. "Riki, you are too drunk right now, you need to sleep."
Ni-Ki lets out an amused chuckle, moving his face closer into the nape of your neck and pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. "Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, lips trailing down slowly, "you say that—" another kiss, this time to the side of your neck, "—but the door is still closed."
You lean your head back, giving him more access to your neck, and close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure of his lips on your skin. You feel him smile at your defeat as he takes your face into his hand, bringing your faces nose to nose, until you eventually feel his lips on yours. The kiss begins slow, as if he is testing the waters of your previous resistance, but as soon as he realizes you have no intention of stopping him, the hand on your jaw pulls you closer, the kiss deepening in a way that makes you forget entirely that you were ever trying to resist in the first place.
The movements connecting your lips increase in speed, and somewhere in between the growing fire between your lips, his tongue slips past yours — and immediately your tastebuds are met with the unmistakable taste of whatever alcohol he'd been drinking all night. You pull back, nose scrunched. "Eugh, babe you have to stop, your mouth tastes like a mix of acid reflux and whiskey."
Ni-ki just smiles, swollen lips on display, and steps forward, huffing in a large breath of air before exhaling it directly onto your face.
"RIKI!" you scream, running into the apartment and pulling your shirt sleeve over your nose as some sort of protective mask against the horrid smell he blew at you. He, however, finds your reaction hilarious and chases after you, having an unfair advantage considering he is wearing Nike sneakers and has the long legs to match, quickly closing the gap between you despite your head start.
He wraps his arms around your torso and leans his bodyweight into your back, causing you both to fall onto the couch you happened to be running by. Your face hits the decorative pillow and you're enveloped in the familiar weight of him on top of you.
"You can't get away from me that easily, babe." Riki murmurs in your ear with a tone of confidence, now that he knows you have no way of escaping his grasp.
"Mmph, cah you at leasth let me turhn over, 'm losin' the ability to breathe." You speak into the pillow, words sounding distorted from your lack of air.
"Only if you promise to kiss me." Riki says sternly.
"UGHH FINE." You begrudgingly yell into the pillow. "MM AM ABOOT TO LOZE OXYGENN HERE CAH YOU-"
Before you can finish your sentence, Ni-Ki grabs your arms in a gentle grasp and swiftly flips you over, your back now pressed against the couch and head gently atop the pillow.
"Hey baby." He says with a smug smile on his face.
"Don't 'hey baby' me, you almost suffocated me just now!" You exclaim with a pout, avoiding eye contact so you are less tempted to let him get his way with a kiss.
"Hey, don't turn away from me, I wanna see your pretty face." He says while turning your head upright, thumb resting gently on your jaw, eyes searching yours with an expression that makes it very hard to stay mad at him.
Instead of making another snarky remark, you let yourself stare into his eyes, cheeks reddening from the sudden proximity.
"Don't get shy on me now, baby." He says with a smirk. You let out a scoff, attempting to mask your embarrassment at the flustered state he has put you in. "You still owe me a kiss."
Ni-Ki leans in, blonde hair slightly covering his eyes as he closes the distance between your lips. His hand goes to the side of your cheek, pulling you further into him to deepen the kiss. This one feels more sensual than the one at the door, as if you were both trying to bask in each other's touch and savour this personal moment. His breath still carries the taste of whiskey, but you decide to ignore it this time, moving your lips along with his, your hand finding its way into his hair as your bodies settle into each other.
After some time, Ni-Ki's kisses get sloppy and his body feels heavier against your chest. "Mhm, baby, are you getting sleepy?" You murmur as you break away from the kiss, your hand still running through his hair.
Ni-Ki lowers his head in between your breasts, letting out a soft breath and tightening his hold around your torso. "Mhm." You can feel the flutter of his eyelashes against the fabric of your shirt, moving up and down as if he is battling the urge to close his eyes and sleep. You smile down at him, finding it sweet that he wants to stay awake with you despite his body saying otherwise.
"We can just sleep here alright?" You say, rubbing circles on his back.
"But I wanted to stay up and talk to you."
"I know but I think sober you in the morning will deeply regret that choice, so just go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning to listen to you talk about your night, okay?"
"Hmmm, okay."
"Good, now go to sleep. I love you."
"I love you more."
Before even thinking of responding, you hear his breathing pattern slow and you can tell he has passed out on your chest. Not ready to sleep just yet, you carefully reach your arm out and grab the remote to the television in front of you, putting on Uptown Girls, now finishing what was supposed to be a self-care movie night with your drunk boyfriend fast asleep on your chest instead. Not that you would have it any other way.
AN: AHHHH thank you for reading my first oneshot on tumblr!! I grew up writing fanfics but it has been a while since i've written, so lmk what you think! I got the idea for writing this from the fancall clip of Ni-Ki saying his drink of choice is whiskey, so this is how I imagined him drunk. Thank you for reading!
✦ AN: Hello engene! I am gonna start posting more and am working on a Ni-Ki X reader oneshot that will be around 2.5k words, so pls follow if you are intrested!
Summary ➼ your self-care night is cut short when your drunk boyfriend decides to call you from a bar floor at 11:48PM
Word Count ➼ 2.5k
Contains ➼ fluff, established relationship, swearing, kissing, pet names
Ni-ki never called, he always texted, so when his name lit up your screen at 11:48PM you already knew something was off.
You, however, keep your eyes on the movie playing in front of you and choose to extend your arm carefully towards the noise of the device, blindly tapping your hand on the surface of your drawer until you eventually feel the touch of your phone.
Five seconds prior to this interruption was supposed to be your "self-care" night. Time all to yourself to finally watch the film "Uptown Girls" that has been on your watchlist for months, and an excuse to use the facemask that you bought for twenty dollars because you convinced yourself the "cutting-edge" formula would get rid of the beautiful pimple on the center of your forehead.
Your instinct is to mute the call so you won't have to pause the movie, but the sound of the ringtone you chose for Ni-Ki, Michael Jackson's "Beat It", signifies that it is in fact your boyfriend calling and not a random spam, so you resist the urge to press the ignore button and swipe to answer, already confused — last you heard he was out with Jungwon and Jake, and Ni-ki didn't call, he texted, so why—
"Y/NNNNNN, how's my baby? I miss you soooooo much!" Ni-Ki screams into the phone.
"Hey Riki, is everything alright?"
You can tell he must be at a bar from the large amount of background noise on the call, and for a second you even think you hear the sound of Jake's voice yelling 'SIMP' on the other end, but Ni-Ki's voice is just too loud to fully confirm.
"Are you drunk right now?" You say while abandoning the mountain of blankets you were lying in, shifting your once comfortable body to sit up against the headboard of your bed.
"What! No! I mean me and Jakey over here had a couple drinks but we're totally chilling—" "Don't call me that—" Jake's voice cuts through distantly in the background. "—I mean look, I can walk in a straight line, just watch!"
"Riki, I can't see you because-"
Your voice is interrupted by the sound of the phone dropping on the other line. You sigh in annoyance and lift your legs to the side of your mattress, instinctively preparing yourself to get out of bed for the first time this evening.
"Y/N, can you hear me?" A new voice, who you assume to be Jungwon based on the soft tone, suddenly emerges.
"Yeah, is everything okay? Was Riki actually unable to walk in a straight line or did the phone just disconnect?" You say, a little more relaxed now that you know someone responsible is there, because knowing Jake he was most likely just as drunk as Riki was.
"Based on the fact that he's sprawled out on the floor right now… I would assume he could not walk in a straight line." Jungwon says with a heavy sense of secondhand embarrassment in his voice.
"HEYYYY, who are you on the phone with?" screams Ni-Ki, still sprawled onto the floor with his hands behind his head, looking way too comfortable for someone lying on a sticky bar floor.
Jungwon turns his head, removing the phone from his ear, and putting a finger to his lips to shush him with the practiced patience of someone who has done this exact thing many times before. Ni-Ki just smiles back and raises his pinky finger over his lips, shushing the air in front of him in a fit of giggles.
"Yeah so everything is fine, but your boyfriend is currently sprawled out on the floor acting like a complete menace and Jake just ran away." Jungwon says while running his hands through his hair. He knows what he is getting into when he agrees to be the designated driver, but nothing could have prepared him for it to be this bad.
"I'm gonna assume this means you want me to pick up Riki while you search for Jake?" you say, already getting up from your bed and remotely starting your car so you won't have to hear Ni-Ki complain about how freezing it is — your boyfriend has such a large hoodie collection for a reason.
While hopping out of bed you manage to get a quick glance at your mirror and immediately notice you are still wearing the very unattractive facemask that makes you look like a background villain in a low-budget horror film, and the ugly pajamas that mostly consist of Ni-ki's old oversized clothes.
"Uhhhh, Jungwon, are you still there?" You ask while staring at your reflection and wincing at the embarrassing thought of walking into a bar full of strangers, looking just as unhinged as your boyfriend probably looked right now.
"Yeah, sorry. That would actually be amazing if you could because I still cannot find Jake and I'm assuming he went to the nearest Seven Eleven to get ramyeon since he always does that when he's drunk."
"Ok, well I'm gonna need two minutes, but then I'll be on the way. Please tell Ni-Ki to sit somewhere and stay put until I get there. God knows if he finds out Jake went to Seven Eleven his fatass will immediately follow."
Jungwon snorts. "Don't worry, I'll send you the address."
And just like that, your self-care night is over before the facemask even has time to dry.
Ni-Ki currently has his arms wrapped around your neck as he leans his head into your chest, his mouth wide open and eyes closed like he misinterpreted your chest for a pillow, all while you attempt to drag his much larger body to your apartment door. Thankfully, you assumed this would not be a simple ordeal so you parked in the closest parking spot to the building, but with Ni-ki's dead weight practically dragging you both to the ground, even twenty feet feels like a marathon.
"Riki you need to stop leaning all your body weight on me or else we're both gonna eat shit!" You exclaim while gritting your teeth, face scrunched in the way it did that one time you were dragged to the gym and attempted to bench press. Safe to say it was worthwhile for moments like these.
Ni-Ki lifts his head from your chest, blonde locks looking like Sid Vicious personally styled his hair, and looks at you with an expression of pure disgust. "Ew, baby don't say that, I would never eat shit, that's disgusting." His misinterpretation alone is enough to bring him to full standing, arms still wrapped around you, both of you now looking like you were about to slow dance at prom.
You blush from the sudden proximity, face now inches apart, and look down in slight embarrassment. "Do you actually think I meant eating literal shit? It's an expression for falling over, you dumbass." You look up again at your now smiling boyfriend, eyes naturally gravitating towards his duck-like lips. "You of all people should know that."
He notices your stare on his lips, so he tips his finger below your chin and slightly lifts your face back to his eyes. "Yeah but I'm a dumbass you wanna kiss sooo bad right now." He says with a smirk.
You immediately push back, now released from his tight hold. "Yeah right, you're way too drunk for me to kiss right now."
"Aw, come on, baby, don't do me like that! Just one little peck on the lips!" He exclaims while pointing to his lips and slightly slouching now that he doesn't have your body to support his balance.
You turn, arms crossed over your chest like you're reprimanding a child. "No way. You're not getting a single kiss until you make it back to my apartment, and that means without using me as your personal walking cane." You state in a stern tone.
"Ughhhh fine, but you better be telling the truth." He says in defeat, following behind you with the expression of a kid who just dropped their ice cream.
Once you reach the door, you place your hand in your pocket and begin searching for your keys, all while Ni-Ki groans in complaint as he trudges up the final steps of your annoyingly long staircase. Your fingers eventually find the familiar shape of your Hello Kitty keychain and you pull them out, moving to fit the key into the lock.
However, your hand freezes halfway to the doorknob when you feel two arms wrap around you from behind, engulfing you in a sudden warmth.
Ni-Ki places his chin on your left shoulder, mouth so close to your ear you feel a tingle from his breath. "You know… you did say I would get that kiss once we made it to your apartment, and it looks like we've reached our destination." He whispers, breath hot on your skin.
You feel your skin prickle from his hot breath, the thought of kissing him becoming more irresistible the closer his touch becomes. You turn the key, the apartment now free to enter, but your hand stills on the doorknob while you let a heavy breath out. "Riki, you are too drunk right now, you need to sleep."
Ni-Ki lets out an amused chuckle, moving his face closer into the nape of your neck and pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. "Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, lips trailing down slowly, "you say that—" another kiss, this time to the side of your neck, "—but the door is still closed."
You lean your head back, giving him more access to your neck, and close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure of his lips on your skin. You feel him smile at your defeat as he takes your face into his hand, bringing your faces nose to nose, until you eventually feel his lips on yours. The kiss begins slow, as if he is testing the waters of your previous resistance, but as soon as he realizes you have no intention of stopping him, the hand on your jaw pulls you closer, the kiss deepening in a way that makes you forget entirely that you were ever trying to resist in the first place.
The movements connecting your lips increase in speed, and somewhere in between the growing fire between your lips, his tongue slips past yours — and immediately your tastebuds are met with the unmistakable taste of whatever alcohol he'd been drinking all night. You pull back, nose scrunched. "Eugh, babe you have to stop, your mouth tastes like a mix of acid reflux and whiskey."
Ni-ki just smiles, swollen lips on display, and steps forward, huffing in a large breath of air before exhaling it directly onto your face.
"RIKI!" you scream, running into the apartment and pulling your shirt sleeve over your nose as some sort of protective mask against the horrid smell he blew at you. He, however, finds your reaction hilarious and chases after you, having an unfair advantage considering he is wearing Nike sneakers and has the long legs to match, quickly closing the gap between you despite your head start.
He wraps his arms around your torso and leans his bodyweight into your back, causing you both to fall onto the couch you happened to be running by. Your face hits the decorative pillow and you're enveloped in the familiar weight of him on top of you.
"You can't get away from me that easily, babe." Riki murmurs in your ear with a tone of confidence, now that he knows you have no way of escaping his grasp.
"Mmph, cah you at leasth let me turhn over, 'm losin' the ability to breathe." You speak into the pillow, words sounding distorted from your lack of air.
"Only if you promise to kiss me." Riki says sternly.
"UGHH FINE." You begrudgingly yell into the pillow. "MM AM ABOOT TO LOZE OXYGENN HERE CAH YOU-"
Before you can finish your sentence, Ni-Ki grabs your arms in a gentle grasp and swiftly flips you over, your back now pressed against the couch and head gently atop the pillow.
"Hey baby." He says with a smug smile on his face.
"Don't 'hey baby' me, you almost suffocated me just now!" You exclaim with a pout, avoiding eye contact so you are less tempted to let him get his way with a kiss.
"Hey, don't turn away from me, I wanna see your pretty face." He says while turning your head upright, thumb resting gently on your jaw, eyes searching yours with an expression that makes it very hard to stay mad at him.
Instead of making another snarky remark, you let yourself stare into his eyes, cheeks reddening from the sudden proximity.
"Don't get shy on me now, baby." He says with a smirk. You let out a scoff, attempting to mask your embarrassment at the flustered state he has put you in. "You still owe me a kiss."
Ni-Ki leans in, blonde hair slightly covering his eyes as he closes the distance between your lips. His hand goes to the side of your cheek, pulling you further into him to deepen the kiss. This one feels more sensual than the one at the door, as if you were both trying to bask in each other's touch and savour this personal moment. His breath still carries the taste of whiskey, but you decide to ignore it this time, moving your lips along with his, your hand finding its way into his hair as your bodies settle into each other.
After some time, Ni-Ki's kisses get sloppy and his body feels heavier against your chest. "Mhm, baby, are you getting sleepy?" You murmur as you break away from the kiss, your hand still running through his hair.
Ni-Ki lowers his head in between your breasts, letting out a soft breath and tightening his hold around your torso. "Mhm." You can feel the flutter of his eyelashes against the fabric of your shirt, moving up and down as if he is battling the urge to close his eyes and sleep. You smile down at him, finding it sweet that he wants to stay awake with you despite his body saying otherwise.
"We can just sleep here alright?" You say, rubbing circles on his back.
"But I wanted to stay up and talk to you."
"I know but I think sober you in the morning will deeply regret that choice, so just go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning to listen to you talk about your night, okay?"
"Hmmm, okay."
"Good, now go to sleep. I love you."
"I love you more."
Before even thinking of responding, you hear his breathing pattern slow and you can tell he has passed out on your chest. Not ready to sleep just yet, you carefully reach your arm out and grab the remote to the television in front of you, putting on Uptown Girls, now finishing what was supposed to be a self-care movie night with your drunk boyfriend fast asleep on your chest instead. Not that you would have it any other way.
AN: AHHHH thank you for reading my first oneshot on tumblr!! I grew up writing fanfics but it has been a while since i've written, so lmk what you think! I got the idea for writing this from the fancall clip of Ni-Ki saying his drink of choice is whiskey, so this is how I imagined him drunk. Thank you for reading!
✦ AN: Hello engene! I am gonna start posting more and am working on a Ni-Ki X reader oneshot that will be around 2.5k words, so pls follow if you are intrested!
I’m actually crying over the engenes saying NI-KI dyed his hair blonde to match Heeseung, like bruh that mf dyes his hair every 5-10 business days he changed his hair cause he knew it was gonna look scrumptious 😂😂✌️✌️
I’ve been a fan of enhypen for about 5 years now, and I am heartbroken to see Heeseung’s departure from the group. So in honor of his time in the group here is my fav concert pic I took, I’ve been gate keeping but I hope this will give some happiness to the engenes that haven’t had the chance to see all seven members in concert. I will miss you Heeseung.
✩ part 2 to over and over again, nerd!armin, college AU, SMUT!!, angst, still so much yearning, avoidant attachment vs anxious attachment, y/n is just unwell tbh, she will make you want to rip your hair out oops, porn with lots of plot, cunnilingus, submissive whiny armin, fingering, nipple play, no penetration (promise it’s coming), dirty talk, just messy as hell tbh, yes in that way too.
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ author’s note: as promised, i present you….pt 2. no but seriously, thank you guys so much for all the love and kind comments on pt 1. It means a lot to me, hopefully this doesn’t disappoint! Share your thoughts with me through the comments or my req button if you so please (I’ll love you forever) and enjoy!! :3
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Tossing, turning, flipping the pillow over and over again. You groaned as you kicked your comforter off , the way the sheets wrapped around your legs felt wrong. You glanced over at the bare side of your bed, trying to imagine Armin's warmth to see if it would lull you to sleep. Your chest started to itch.
You and Armin had been seeing a lot more of each other. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized that he was really as great as you’d imagined. Relaxing nights spent in his room, laying on his bed and flipping through the pages of your current read while he sat at his desk and forcefully scribbled out sentences to replace them with something he deemed better, just for him to scribble that out too. He’d give up eventually, padding over to you to collapse onto your chest, letting out a stifled sigh as you ran your fingers through his hair. You could always feel how his shoulder blades seemed to soften from the contact.
Thoughtful dates, a picnic by the lake with snacks that you hadn’t told him were your favorite since that very first night you’d spent with him. You’d watched the swans float across the lake as he traced swirling circles around each of your knuckles. His eyes were glued to your side profile, the sweep of your nose and the way your eyes reflected the shimmer of the still water.
“They mate for life, don't they?” You had asked him.
Your soft voice had tugged Armin from the comfortable silence, his gaze following yours to the gracefully swimming pair. “Mhmm…” he mumbled, his fingers now splaying across the backs of yours.
The swans swam in synchronicity. One of them looping and fluttering its wings, the other mirroring its movements like they were doing some kind of ballroom dance. They started to coo at each other, soft snores as they continued their routine. “Those noises they’re making are really special actually, those are mute swans. You can tell by their beaks.” Armin continued.
You’d sat there and let each of his words soak into your skin. He was like a beacon of knowledge. Just when you were sure he had to have dumped every last fact he knew, there were somehow always more around the corner. “They make unique mating calls for their partner, like a language only the two of them understand. They dance like that to impress each other even though they’re clearly already mated, pretty cute actually…”
You let out a soft chuckle, watching as the swans swam to meet in the middle of the lake, preening each other's feathers and nuzzling their beaks into one another. “And they say chivalry is dead…”
You’d paused to let out a sigh, your thoughts spilling out of you like they always did around him, no matter how hard you tried to choke them down. “Do you think that dance they do is perfect every time?”
Armin's brow had cocked a little. The way your mind worked always seemed to perplex him, the way you always drew meaning into the most trivial of things. You felt things so deeply, it showed in your face and the rate of your breath. It made a warmth pool in the deepest parts of him, and muscles fidget in the most shallow. “What do you mean?”
You’d continued to trail the swans, not a turn out of place. Their movements almost looked timed, flawless and fluid. Knots formed in your chest, your fingers toying with the edge of the blanket the two of you had sat on. You’d wondered if they'd ever give up on each other, if one would break a wing and the other would shun them in disgust. Did they view apprehension as weakness? Or was it just a step in the dance, one wobbly foot in front of the other.
You’d let out a chuff, your tone remaining nonchalant despite the claws you felt scratching at your throat. “I don't even know… how’d you learn about that anyways? The uh, swan stuff. ” You’d asked, grabbing a green grape and popping it in your mouth.
“My mom is super into bird watching, she took me all the time as a kid. Actually, Eren would come with us sometimes, he really likes birds for some reason...” Armin said with a low hum, taking a drink of his iced coffee that was far too sweet for your liking. “Dont tell him I said that though, he'd kill me for saying something that shows he's a human with actual feelings and interests.”
You’d flashed him a genuine smile, raising your hands sloppily as if you were surrendering. “Secrets safe with me.”
Armin leaned back on his hands, his eyes flashing with something unrecognizable as he watched the swans devote themselves to each other. He had turned his head to look at you, his lips curling into that smile that made your insides turn to goo. “I know it is.”
You got up out of bed, squinting at your phone through the blinding light of it. You let out an annoyed groan at the time, almost 5 am. Dragging your heavy, but restless legs, you made your way out to the kitchen and messily scooped a pile of coffee grounds into the pot. You let the slow drip of the brew lull you into a trance, wrapping your arms around yourself and leaning back against the counter.
You had naively figured things would be simple since that night, you had both made your feelings clear and everything was bound to be smooth sailing after that. Plus you had gotten a mind blowing orgasm out of it with more to come, there’d not possibly be any room to complain.
And that wasn’t necessarily untrue, Armin really was great. A word fitting to accurately describe him didn’t exist. The way you felt with him was beyond words, like you should’ve always been there. Despite that, the reeling thoughts of him didn’t stop, they were just different now. Or rather, you reacted to them differently.
When the two of you met, the both of you had worn your hearts on your sleeves with no hesitation, secrets and deepest hopes and dreams spoken of like casual small talk. It was easy, like it would’ve made less sense to speak to each other like the strangers you technically were at the time. But that’s exactly the issue, you weren’t strangers anymore.
Sure, the two of you weren’t in a relationship. There were no set in stone loyalties or spoken arrangements. But that didn't matter, the feelings you had towards him were far more serious than any past lover, regardless of relationship status. The two of you laughed and held each other like newlyweds, debated each other like a pair of ornery elders, and then fucked after like a couple of wild, freshly post-pubescent teenagers.
It was beautiful, raw and sacred. It was real. Far too real for you to deal with in a conceivable way, naturally. You felt yourself wanting to push away the thoughts of him that arose like a rushed child shoving dirty laundry under the bed so their room looked clean when a parent came to check. It wasn't like before where you’d try to get him out of your mind because he wasn't yours, it was because you were his in a way that was all consuming, in a way that gave you no choice.
You wanted to be his, you wished every night that you’d wake up in the morning and the unnerve would vanish, your hesitation evaporating out of you like a marvel. With each passing day however, the ache gnawed at you higher and higher until you’d fall asleep with it heavy in your throat.
You would stare at yourself in the mirror after a shower, poking and prodding at your body. You’d drag your hands across the parts of yourself that you hated most, bending and twisting to look more palatable even though you were the only one looking. You wondered if Armin noticed them, if he even thought of them at all or if he forced himself to ignore them like you did.
You sat yourself up on the kitchen counter, tucking your knees to your chest, the mug of bitter, cheap coffee cupped in your hands. The ceramic scorched your palms, your grip unwavering until the burn eventually dulled into something numb.
You bumped the back your head against the kitchen cabinet a few times as if you were trying to knock the idiocy out of yourself. You wondered if you’d be feeling this way if you’d just left the party after you ran into Armin, you and your bleeding nose retreating to the safety of ignorance. You could’ve avoided this all together, maybe you would’ve gotten lucky and never had to face the way true closeness made you shiver. It was useless to think about, the chill would’ve waited for you anyways.
And really it wasn't a solid freeze. You didn't know that until you felt Armin's soft grazes down your arm while you slept, your eyes fluttering open to see his already on you like you were something so precious it’d be a shame not to look. He ignited your bones in a way that melted it all away, leaving you exposed and tender.
You traced your fingers up your arm, trying to replicate the way he would do it. It felt off no matter how hard you tried to imagine his fingers instead of yours. His were so much warmer.
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Armin’s eyes fluttered open to the view of his cluttered mess of paper and ink, drool pooling down his forearm and onto the drafts that flooded his entire room it seemed. He snapped his head up, wiping the corner of his mouth and rubbing the crust out of his eyes. Once he really gained consciousness and realized he had fallen asleep at his desk again, he rested his forehead against the warm wood and let out a defeated huff.
The newspaper had pitched him another offer, saying they wanted one of his pieces in the end of summer showcase for writers. He took it with no hesitation, no matter how many sleepless nights he knew he was signing up for. He felt like his writing was the only way he was valued, the only thing that made him visible to everyone else. It impressed his family, and gave him praise from peers and professors. Most of his friends were too focused on binge drinking and texting back handfuls of girls at a time to read anything he ever wrote, and that didn’t bother him. They still acknowledged it and forced some sense of pride onto him by cheering him on.
But you, you saw him regardless. He could throw away every pen and burn every paper and you would still see him.
He would sit at that very desk and try to think of all the things he could do or say that might make you run, his stomach dropping when he imagined your face bunched up in disgust. He’d thought everything over so many times, it was like he was trying to memorize it so he made sure he never did any of those things. He couldn’t afford to mess things up with you, that even being an option made his throat tighten.
Over the months the two of you had spent together, you had become something revered to him. He was drawn to you in a way that even he couldn’t explain, no thesaurus big enough to find an answer. The way you grasped onto his hand in your sleep like he was some kind of life raft, the way you felt in his hands when he’d nudge his cock into you, the way you let him ramble on and on about things that you most likely didn’t care about just because you wanted to listen to him speak.
He thought that he’d gotten off easy and been able to get through college so far without picking up some kind of addiction. Most of his friends drank too much, some of them popped pills to stay awake for days at a time and pass their exams. He didn't need those things, but what he did need was you. He needed you like he needed air in his lungs, the days he'd spend without you felt like choking on nothing.
When he would think back on that date the two of you had by the lake, he felt a deep pang rattle his ribs. He remembered the way you watched the swans, how you picked at the ground next to you and looked like you were lost in a place he'd never seen. A million thoughts coursed through him at once. He wondered if you were thinking of him, if you didn’t like the snacks that he was certain you said were your favorite. It was like he sat there and braced himself for impact, waiting for you to turn your head, look at him with droopy eyes and tell him that you didn’t want to see him anymore.
To be fair, he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet, so the unease he felt was his fault at the end of the day. Obviously it’s not that he didn't want to, he just couldn't bear the thought of you saying no. He tried to confide in Eren about it one day, but the conversation left him even more lost than before.
“Well, you’ve fucked her already right?” Eren asked as he sat back on their shared couch, his legs lazily stretched out in front of him. Armin tried to hide the way his face dared to turn pink from such a crass question, nodding his head reluctantly instead of speaking.
Eren jabbed his elbow teasingly into Armin's ribs, letting out a husky chuckle. Armin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, he hated when Eren acted like that. Eren raised his hand in defeat, taking a deep breath and relaxing impossibly deeper into the couch. “Okay, okay. What im trying to say is… I think if that's all either of you wanted, someone would’ve dipped by now. I know I would’ve.” He had said with a shrug far too casual.
Armin knew he was right, even if his means of communicating were a little brash. He softened his shoulders a little, his words struggling to find him. “I guess… I just feel like she’s pulled back a little, like maybe I fucked something up… I don't know.”
Eren let out a sigh, reaching his arm over the back of the couch to pat Armin’s shoulder, squeezing a little at the end. “Listen, chicks are crazy. You never know what’s going on in their mind, and you never will. Just gotta accept that. She could have a boyfriend or something, like that one girl I was fucking with last year. Remember her? The short brunette one, big tits?” He said while cupping his hands out over his chest, which made Armin roll his eyes again.
He had tried to ignore the way his heart dropped into his stomach at the thought of you having a boyfriend already. The idea of you giving someone else the same pieces of yourself that he adored made him want to vomit. Eren shrugged his shoulders again, bringing his hands to intertwine behind his head. “Or she could just want you to chase her, some girls love that shit…”
Eren kept his gaze ahead of him, but his voice softened just the tiniest bit when he spoke again. “My advice probably sucks, I’m not very experienced in the whole ‘feelings department’. Not in that way at least. But, what I do know, is that you definitely didn’t fuck anything up. You’re a good friend, the best one I’ve got… so you’d definitely be a good boyfriend, you know what I’m saying?”
Armin nodded his head slowly. The praise from his best friend was nice, sure. But it didn’t soothe the overflowing thoughts like he'd hoped. He kept silent like he usually did, leaning his head back on the edge of the couch.
“Just tell her man, worst she can say is no…” a devilish smirk spread across his face before he spoke up again. “She is pretty hot though, I get why you’re so whipped…”
Armin brought his hands to his face, rubbing harshly at his eyes with his knuckles. A stress fueled laugh left him so he didn't puke. “Thanks, Eren. Shut the fuck up now please.”
Armin had wondered if anything Eren had said stood true, if you really did want him to chase you. You weren't like that, you weren’t like the girls he was sure Eren was referring to. Although, he would drop to his knees and crawl the entire stretch of the earth if you wanted it. He didn’t really care how pathetic he sounded, you were far more important than any shred of pride he had in his manhood.
He snapped himself out of his daze, looking down at his watch and shooting up from his desk when he noticed the time. “Idiot…” he muttered to himself as he tore through his clothes that sat neatly folded in his dresser.
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The dizzying fight you’d put up with yourself earlier made you stir crazy, your feet finding their shoes and walking out of the door before the withdrawn side of yourself could protest. You trudged down the familiar street to your new favorite coffee shop, the blister of the summer sun beating down on you and making beads of sweat form along your hairline. Your thighs glued together as you walked down the street, making you scrunch your nose up. You much preferred the dreary rainy days that most seemed to hate.
The cup of coffee you had before sunrise still sat heavy in your stomach. You told yourself that you needed another because of your lack of sleep, definitely not because of the bright eyed barista that coincidentally worked there.
You spent a few extra minutes doing your hair because you felt like it, it's totally healthy to want to present yourself well. The mascara you put on wasn't an attempt to mask your dark circles that had formed, it was because you had a few extra minutes to spare before you wanted to leave.
And sure, you could tell yourself all of those things. But they didn't replace the unexplainable force you felt yanking your feet out the door and towards him. You still felt the way your stomach bubbled with anticipation as the idea of him handing you your coffee crossed your mind, his smile so radiant and warm it made the sun seem like a speck of nothing in comparison.
Your sweaty grasp swung open the door, the ding of the bell that hung above it alerting the person sitting on the leather armchair next to the window. Your gaze brushed past them, then returned once you heard the low tease of his voice. “Looking for someone?”
You turned to face him, your shrugged shoulders probably a failed attempt at seeming nonchalant as you scanned the handful of barista’s behind the counter, not a blip of blonde in sight. “Hey, Eren… no, just came for a coffee.”
Eren let out a stupid chuckle. His eyebrows raised and his mouth turned downward as he nodded slowly at you, definitely a failed attempt. “Uh huh, right… Well, your boyfriend is kinda busy right now. Don’t be too jealous, you're still his favorite.” He said as he nodded towards the back corner of the coffee shop, a seemingly permanent smirk taped to his face and a cocky wink shot your way. You glanced over to the corner, even the back of Armin’s head making your stomach dip in the most embarrassing way.
That was, until you got a better look.
You couldn't see his face, but you didn't need to. The sight of the bubbly woman in front of him was all you needed to see for your fists to beg you to form. She sat across from Armin at the small table, her laugh radiating through the coffee shop as she seemed to beam at everything he said.
What the fuck?
She tucked her curly hair behind her ear, looking up at him through her heavily lashed eyes as she jotted something down on a piece of paper. She slid the paper over to him with a wink and you watched him nod and fold it neatly, sliding it into his pocket for safe keeping.
What. The. Fuck.
You watched them interact, your stilling blood being quickly replaced with something molten. You sharply turned on your heels, a pointed scoff falling from your lips. Your voice was soft, but rigid and freezing fucking cold. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Eren's gaze snapped up from his phone that he was mindlessly scrolling on, completely oblivious to the plumes of heat that radiated off of you as you watched the bouncy woman gawk at Armin. His words came out a little rushed, his smirk faltering to a look of guilt. “Y/n wait, I was jok—“
He was cut off by the bell of the door chiming, your whirlwind of a form already half way across the street before he could finish his plea.
You stormed down the sidewalk, your feet clashing into the ground dramatically like a toddler throwing a tantrum, each step heavier than the last. The rage that bubbled in you quickly boiled over into a sharp sadness.
You told yourself that you didn’t even have a real reason to be mad, that he had no real ties to you. But the way he held you and peppered kisses along your jaw before he’d roll you onto your back and devour you, it bled with loyalty. One foot in front of the other, you were choking down your disappointment. You were furious.
Your hands fumbled as you tried to shove your key into its place, the budding tears behind your eyes making your vision start to go blurry. You pushed the door open and let it close harshly behind you, your back pressing flat against it. The rough edges of the wood scraped against your spine as you slid down until the scratchy carpet met your heavy landing, your forehead falling to your knees.
A sharp exhale left you, a few stray tears soaking into your sweaty skin. You cursed yourself for being so stupid, for being so pained by someone you weren't even dating.
Your lack of label meant nothing, the way he spoke to you oozed with something so much deeper than any of them could place, devotion seeping out of every break in him. Your silent cry turned into an anguished laugh.
You had spent so much time, so much mental energy trying to reason with yourself. Telling yourself it was just a way to stay protected. That’s all your avoidance was, a desperate attempt to shield yourself from discomfort. Yet here you were, slashed open, confusion and mar spilling out of you and staining everything you’d touch. It was never going to protect you.
The ground seemed to falter as you padded to your room, like it could crumble underneath you at any moment. You threw yourself face first into the plush of your blankets, letting out an angered groan. You weren’t sure if the clean smell of Armin’s cologne was imagined, or if it lingered from the nights he’d spent cuddling the blanket into his chest as you kissed across his shoulderblades.
You didn’t care, you just wanted to sleep for as long as your depleted body would let you. The sound of your phone buzzing against the floor next to your bed didn’t even register. All you could think about was closing your eyes and making today become a distant memory.
God, you cared way too much. So much that it spread through you, making your skin prick and your temples throb. You just needed to close your eyes.
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You’re jolted awake, the sound of fists banging on your front door echoed down the hallway. You let out a sleepy grunt and plopped your head back down onto the pillow. You were sure it was your friends begging you to come out with them like they did all the time, the sun setting outside your window. You clearly had no interest, especially if it was another stupid fucking Yeager party. They would give up eventually like they always did.
If you had more gall, you’d show up and do something unsavory just to make Armin jealous. If he'd even get jealous, you weren’t sure since entertaining multiple people at once clearly didn’t bother him. You were too spent to care either way. You wrapped your pillow around your head to try and muffle the incessant pounding on your door.
The pounding turned to knocking, then to tapping until it eventually stilled. You let out a relieved breath, curling onto your side to go back to sleep, mindlessly reaching over to grab your phone and set an alarm since you unfortunately still had to be an adult and go to work in the morning. Your palm smacked against your nightstand, fingers crawling blindly to try and find your phone.
You snapped your head up with a frustrated huff, peering your head over the edge of your bed to see your phone laying on the ground. You stretched your arm past its limits to grab it so you didn't have to get up, your mouth dropping open when you scrolled through the notifications you missed while you were sleeping.
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Armin :3: y/n this is a total misunderstanding
Armin :3: what did eren say to you?
Armin :3: i promise you that wasn’t what you thought it was
Your head fell forward, face crashing into the pillow. You let out a dramatic groan, far too many feelings clashing around inside of you. Confusion swirled around the back of your eyes, longing buzzed in your fingertips, anger simmered in the deepest cave of your stomach.
There’s no way you misinterpreted what you saw, the way she toyed with her pen before she wrote down her number, or whatever the fuck it was on that piece of paper. The way Armin’s shoulders sat relaxed and open, his body language welcoming in whatever she could’ve possibly had to say. Eren’s stupid fucking smirk, like he got a kick out of knocking you on your ass.
You hated the way Armin's last text made your gut buzz with warmth. You reread his messages over and over. Again and again. So many times your eyes started to burn from not blinking. Your insufferably naive heart wanted to hear him out, let him explain himself just for the off chance that maybe it was a big misunderstanding. But your irrationally stubborn brain screamed at you to let it go, it was the easier option. Safer.
You laid frozen in thought, the choice of sleep vanishing as soon as you read those messages. You didn’t toss, didn't turn. The way your ceiling fan went around and around started to blur your vision, your hands stone cold and still on your sternum. You weighed your options, and taking Armin's offer to hear him out felt like a fifty pound dumbbell pressing straight down onto your forehead.
Then you thought of your other option. The warmth he’d share with you under his soft sheets becoming a blink of the past, the gentle touch of his voice echoing into nothing. Forgetting his name and chalking it up to a college summer romance. The heft of that left you torn open and mangled, turning the beating thing in your chest rotten.
You brought your hands to your head, rubbing hard circles on your temples. Your own self-awareness was a plague, it always ripped you away from things that could’ve been. The night you met Armin was the first time you’d felt like it sat on the back burner, the way you poured yourself out in front of him felt like a cascade rather than a spill. The shackles you tightened so hard onto yourself vanished as if they had never been there to begin with, brand new blood flow through every vein.
You let out a long breath, letting every trace of air out from your lungs. Your hands twitched as you grabbed your phone, swiping to the side and clearing every last notification so you didn't have to face the way they made your chest heave.
Uneasy legs and sweaty feet carried you through your apartment. You grabbed a sweatshirt from your dresser, sliding it on and tucking your hair back into the hood. Your feet thumped against the floor as you walked into your kitchen, reaching into the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. The bottle was empty in record time, your chug a needy attempt to get rid of the way your mouth felt arid.
“Get the fuck over yourself, y/n.” You huffed under your breath when you noticed the way your fingers trembled when you tried to grab ahold of your keys. The way your palm was slicked with sweat made the twist of the doorknob almost frictionless.
The door opened and you almost tripped over the lump of a human that was at your feet. Armin stood before you before his eyes even opened, his stance wobbly and half asleep. Your stomach dipped down to your knees at the sight of him in front of you, red eyed and slouched. You opened your mouth to speak, but you were quickly cut off by his crackled voice, words fast and jumbled.
“Y/n just let me explain myself, please. That was not what it looked like, and I know every human thats ever fucked up says that when they’ve clearly fucked up, and im not saying I haven’t fucked up, but I’m just saying that it seriously was not what I’m sure you thought it was… Or whatever Eren said it was, god he’s so fucking—“ He cut himself off to run a hand through his hair, the usual shape of it fallen and messy.
“Were you out here this entire time?” You asked, your tone aloof enough to make Armin want to dry heave. He nodded his head and looked down at his shoes, shame wrapped around every word. “You wouldn’t answer… I tried to knock.”
You said nothing, just turned yourself around and walked back through the open door. You stopped after a few steps, turning back around to face Armin, his expression disheveled in a way that brought you some kind of twisted reassurance. You didn't close the door in his face, you let it stay open to see if he’d give up, if he’d shun your broken wing.
The door wasn't open for long, Armin’s rushed words spilling out as he gently shut it behind himself. “I just… wanted to come explain myself in person. I’m so sorry if Eren said something stupid, I'm sure he did. That woman—“
You turned your head sharply, shifting your gaze to the kitchen counter so you didn't have to look at him talk about her. “She’s… a journalist, from the newspaper. They offered me a spot in the big writers showcase at the end of the summer, and… I guess they wanted to do an interview with me to put with my piece.”
You still said nothing, the frustration in your body shifting into something that confused the hell out of you. You wanted to believe him, of course you did, but believing him had so many layers.
You’d not only have to suck down your pride and admit error, you’d have to explain your reasons for reacting the way you did. The loose thrashing parts of you that you had tried to keep contained behind your wall of avoidance would be on full display. “The two of you looked awfully friendly…” you mumbled, a sharp facade in the way you spoke.
Armin let out a shaky huff, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “She was… uh, pretty personable, I guess. I think most journalists are like that? Maybe I’m wrong, but I thought she was just being n—“
“She gave you her number.” You cut him off, your words snapping like the crack of a whip, body language still and cold. “And you took it.”
“What? Oh… the paper? No no, that was just if I had any other questions about the interview. Look…” Armin fished around in the pocket, grabbing the memo and unfolding it to show it to you.
Your eyes scanned the paper, but the way Armin’s outstretched arm seemed to twitch with worry distracted you. Once you actually did read the paper, you felt your entire body start to burn with embarrassment. It was some kind of business number written down on a company notepad, complete with extensions to route him to the correct department.
You wanted to croak. Not only did humiliation suffocate you from how crazy you probably sounded, you felt exposed down to the marrow. Broken wing dangling in his face, you let out a short huff. Eyes torn away from the note to go back to boring holes into the granite countertop, voice still thin and chilly. “You still let her flirt with you just fine. Doesn’t matter what’s on the paper.”
You had no idea what you were even trying to say. The words were coming out before you could even attempt rationalization. You knew you were doing what was familiar to you, pushing and shoving until the only thing left to do was leave in a fit of annoyance. A plea for acceptance disguised as discontent.
And as apt as Armin may be, he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you were doing that. But whether he understood it or not, he wasn’t going to let you bare your wounds to him without at least attempting to mend them himself. That was clear since the moment you’d met him.
He reached his hand to scratch at the back of his neck, uncertainty on his quiet tongue. “Was she flirting? I really didn’t notice… “ he trailed off, following the way your shoulders seemed to sink in. He knew he had hurt you, the queasy feeling poking at the back of his throat made that very clear. He didn’t know if his babble was helping, or if you weren’t keeping eye contact because you were too busy planning your escape.
He could practically see the gears turning in your mind, some of them sparking wildly as they went off path. A well oiled machine turning into a pile of clanking parts. He wished he had a better way to reach you, something that cradled the parts of you his words seemed to miss. His words were all he’d ever had to show for himself before you.
“Listen y/n, my brainlessness is besides the point… “
Your pushing and shoving wasn’t working. Any options to avoid the discomfort you felt were exhausted now. The only thing you could possibly muster up was actually telling him to leave, and you don't think you could pull those words from your throat even if you wanted to. You felt stuck, but not in a way that you didn't want. Your legs felt heavy with his honeyed voice, shaky and scared but candied nonetheless.
You didn’t want him to leave, you wanted him to see the most brittle parts of you and then choose to stay.
What you saw as brash and idiotic, Armin saw as intimate. Human. A part of you that wouldn’t be if you didn’t feel things how you did, and the way you let your emotion flood you was one of the things he adored most. He just wished you’d let it be there without reprimand.
You picked your gaze up to glance at him as he continued to speak, his eyes even more pleading than his words somehow. “I completely understand why you’re upset, I could’ve mentioned the interview and this would’ve never happened. I should’ve said something. I’m so sorry, y/n. This is all my fault…”
Guilt started to poke at you as he continued to spew out. You wanted to hate the way his eyes drooped low and his voice creaked with desperation. You wanted the sight of him to clutch at your heart and squeeze until it popped, and it did, but more than that it ignited something in you that you couldn't explain without sounding like a straight up sadist.
He was meeting your mind's unguarded frenzy with the same swelling warmth he always brought with him when he would find you. Of course, there was still a cynical part of you that wanted him to just apologize and leave. If he did, you wouldn’t have to swallow the way his longing made your mouth water like a rabid dog, chained up just out of reach of some fatty carcass. Forced to look at something you felt like you could never have in the way you wanted, watching as vultures came to feast on it in front of you while your stomach started to gnaw at itself.
His hands twitched to touch you like they always did. Your gut buzzed from the mere sight of him like it always did. The hypothetical post you had chained yourself to wasn't of some evil entity's torturous volition, it was of yours.
Armin took a handful of steps towards you, each one slower than the last. Like he was afraid he’d hear the click of a grenade under his feet, but too craving to care if he was blown apart or not. He tried to hold his head high when he spoke, he wanted you to see his sincerity through his body language, but poise and gall weren't things familiar to him. Not when it came to you.
He stood close enough that you could smell the faint aroma of stale coffee that soaked into his skin. He didn’t go home and prepare his speech in the shower to make sure he sounded as convincing as possible. Nothing was leisurely. He ran to you as soon as he could and sat outside your door, tormenting thoughts breaking him down so all there was left to do was wait for the vultures. For hours.
His forehead dropped to yours, the warmth of his skin spreading through you like wildfire, his voice so low and forlorn that every word seemed to need a breath to give it force. “I never meant to make you feel that way. Being your-“ A strangled exhale fell off of his lips and landed onto yours. “Being with you… I knew I was gonna fuck it up, and im so sorry. I just have no idea what I’m doing and I like you so much, so I just—“
You cut him off, bringing your hand to cup his cheek. His hand wrapped around your wrist as he let out a shaky breath into your palm. “You apologize too much.” You said with a low chuff, desperate to bring some light into the conversation to counteract the way your body wanted to rid the confrontation. Stronger than that though, your body swirled with something darker than the pitch black that found its way into the sky.
As much as you wanted this to be over, to go back to the blissful aversion of vulnerability, there was a part of you that felt on fire. The pitiful tone of his voice, the way he leaned into your touch like it was his own personal salvation, the tremble of his fingers as they wrapped around your wrist.
The way you burned was infinitely stronger than your faltering urges to protect yourself. You knew your grasp was slipping, that you were letting yourself fall into something you’d always told yourself was too dangerous to indulge in. This was worth so much more than holding on just for the sake of strong will.
Head first, you molded your lips into his, unable to help the way the familiar velvety press made every part of you hum. His lips against yours spoke of something even the deepest of words couldn't touch. Acceptance in a way that was undebated.
Usually, Armin would kiss you slow. Not uneasy, just gentle. The way his mouth worked against yours as soon as he felt you lean into him, every kiss prior felt like a friendly gesture in comparison.
He brought both of his hands to your face, sliding down the hood you had on to tangle his fingers into your hair. He wanted to pull you so flush to him that the two of you started to merge into one, his lips moving sloppy and loose as he grabbed onto you. Your lips parted and he let out a throttled whine into your mouth, the sound shooting straight to the warmest parts of you.
The force of his desperation made you step backwards until the edge of the kitchen counter hit your tailbone, the full weight of his body starting to press into you. Armin started to trail his mouth from the corner of yours down to your jaw and start of your neck, his kisses wet and breath heavy. You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of his tongue dancing over your skin, even his messiest of movements flooded with devotion.
He tore his mouth away from your skin, his eyes low and glossy. “I know I apologize too much, but can I just… one more time? Let me make it up to you, please baby.” He choked into your ear. His breath quivered as his hands slid underneath the ribbed hem of your sweatshirt, like he physically couldn't keep his hands to himself long enough to wait for your answer.
All it took was a lazy nod from you and he was sliding your hoodie up over your head, taking the shirt you wore underneath with it. His movements were frantic and desperate, a ragged whimper leaving him when he noticed your lack of bra, the black of his eyes blowing wide like they did every time they met your bare skin. He went back to your neck, his drool practically pooling in the hollows of your collarbones as he moved his way downward.
He wasted no time slipping one of your breasts into his mouth, a stifled sound leaving him as he swirled and flicked his tongue around your peaked nipple. Your hands rushed to his head, your fingers tangling into his hair to hold him there while he held the other mound in his free hand, tweaking and pinching until he swapped sides and attacked that one with his mouth too.
You let out a soft gasp at the way his warm fingers rolled the wet, pebbled flesh. He kept them glued there as he trailed his mouth down over your stomach, slowly dropping down to his knees in front of you. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. I’m such an idiot…I’ll never do that again, promise.” He panted out against your skin, his voice pathetic and pleading.
He kissed his way across every inch of you, your breath hitching when you felt his lips inch closer to any part of your body you disliked. For every disgusted prod you had done to your form in the mirror, Armin worshipped the same skin tenfold. He grabbed at the pudge of your thighs as he kissed his way down to the waistline of your shorts. The way he savored you was enough to have any last glimpse of insecurity vanish, his warm tongue carving prayers into the same flesh you had cursed time and time again.
The sight of him on his knees in front of you had you twitching, all of the blood in your body seeming to rush straight south. He looked up at you through his curly lashes, lids heavy hanging and lips swollen and wet. He pawed at the waistband of your shorts, fingers curling around the elastic. “Can I?” He asked, his voice so eager and pitiful that you couldn't help but let out a low giggle, reaching down to run your hands through his hair. “You realize how pathetic you sound right now, don’t you?”
Armin let out a broken groan, his eyes snapping shut and his forehead falling to your womb. He nuzzled his nose into your clothed mound, his hips twitching when he felt how warm you were there. “Yes—Fuck… I know. I can't help it. Just need you…”
You moved your hand from his hair to cup his face, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Look at me.” You commanded, forcing his head up.
There was hardly any resistance against your fingers. Armin lifted his gaze to you and the fire lit behind his eyes was enough to make you choke down a groan of your own, letting out a sultry hum in its place. You traced your fingertips over the soft skin of his cheek, your gentle touch a stark contradiction to your tone of voice. “Gonna beg me for it, hm?”
Defiance never even crossed his mind. Armin immediately began kissing a wet line across the skin right above the waistband, his breath hot and trembled as his mouth pleaded for you to let him in.
“Please, please baby. Fuck… I’ll do anything.”
A kiss so drooly it left a wet mark on the elastic.
“Let me taste you… show you how sorry I am for making you mad. Please, you always taste so good when you cum.”
A short stripe licked up where your happy trail would be before he moved to your thighs, peppering kisses while his nose brushed against the fabric.
“I”ll be so good…..god, I’ll be so fucking good.”
Your clothed core throbbed loudly to the rapid beat of your pulse as he continued his begging, a low breath escaping you as he practically clawed at your thighs. “Make it up to me then.”
Armin wasted no time, your shorts were tugged down to your ankles and his tongue was licking a sloppy line up your panty-clad slit in record time. He choked out a pathetic sound at the feeling of the damp fabric on his tongue, the taste of your arousal spreading across it.
He hooked his finger around the crotch of your underwear, pushing it to the side so he could use his other hand to spread you open. His eyes flooded with awe as he looked at the way your folds glistened for him, the dim light from above you reflecting off of the pools of arousal.
You leaned back and grabbed the edge of the counter as he stuck his tongue out flat against you. He let out a shuddered groan against your clit when he finally got the taste of you that he'd been begging so pathetically for, the vibration of it making your hips jerk against his mouth.
He welcomed it all with open arms. Well, an open mouth rather. He lapped at your pussy, long and slow glides of his tongue up and down, turning more frantic with every moan that escaped you. He clutched at your hips to shove your heat even further down onto his mouth, it still wasn't enough.
You reached down with one hand to rest it in his messy head of hair, the other still white knuckling the kitchen counter. He kept his tongue on your swollen bundle of nerves, darting side to side and sucking gently. You felt the two middle fingers of one hand prod at your entrance, swirling slow circles in the exact way he knew you liked, and you grabbed a handful of his mop and tugged. Hard.
Armin felt your pull on his hair and plunged his fingers knuckle deep into you, whining like a bitch in heat at the squeeze of your plush walls. He scissored his digits inside of you, a low groan leaving your mouth from the stretch. “Shit— so good, baby. Such a good boy…”
His fingers stilled in you for just a moment, his head snapping up to look at you. His chin dripped with your essence, a flash of something filthy across his eyes. “Say that again. Please.” He whined out, his fingers starting their rhythmic movements again.
You let out a hitched sigh that turned into a devilish giggle, yanking at his hair to push his wet mouth back to your pussy. “Shut up and just— fuck.” You were cut off by Armin’s slender fingers curling up into that spongy spot that made your legs tremble. “Just be a good boy and… god, don’t fucking stop.”
Armin moaned so deeply into your heat that you could feel the vibration in your stomach, his fingers massaging that spot so deliciously you couldn’t choke down the breathy sounds escaping you even if you tried. Your thighs instinctively started to squeeze around his head, your hips rocking against his begging tongue. Armin reached his free hand around to grab a fistful of your ass as he continued to make out with your pulsing clit like a drunken high schooler, all tongue and a little teeth.
He was devouring you, worshipping you in a way that made every push or shove a wasted breath. He needed you to know how paramount you were, how you set fire to him in a way he didn't think was even possible. The way your body called for him was louder and more significant than any reeling thought he may have had, the gush of your arousal against his tongue was a reassurance no spoken word could bring him.
You ground your hips down, your breath shaking as he continued to drag his fingertips against that spot. His stifled groans and whimpers only became more frequent as he felt your thighs start to twitch against his ears, his fingers speeding up their pumps as he heard your cracking voice. “Oh my god, just like that… gonna— fuck.”
Your sweet release began to bubble, twitching hips rocking faster to chase it. Armin’s lips curled slightly as he felt your overworked clit start to throb against his tongue, your velvety walls clenching wildly as his curled fingers beckoned you to come. He looked up at you through his heavy lids, the look in his eyes throwing you over the edge, your orgasm knocking the wind out of you with no repentance.
His gaze was dark with desire and engulfed in a desperate flame, but something else stirred there. Something much more intense, no plea desperate enough to define. You could’ve swore you saw your reflection in the glass of his eyes as your shoulders jerked forward.
The muscles of your stomach tightened as the coiling tension snapped, overwhelming waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. You yanked on his hair as you came, the only thing able to fall from your lips being trembled cries of his name. Armin worked you indebtedly through your climax, slowing his movements but not stopping to make sure he got every last bit of release you had to give him.
He placed chaste kisses to the insides of your thighs as you came down, glancing up at you with that same searing gaze as he pulled his fingers out and sucked every drop of you that coated them. He stayed knelt, his lips glistening with your flavor and his chin covered just the same. “I’m s—“
“Don’t say it.” You said with a panted giggle, still trying to catch your breath. Your legs trembled and your hands still gripped the counter for dear life as he trailed back up your body, wet pecks and hums reverberating through you. He made his way back up to his feet, his hands immediately cradling your cheeks to pull you into a world shattering kiss.
You let out a soft moan into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips moving with yours in a way that brought you back to the lake. A flawless dance.
Armin wrapped his arms around you, pressing his palm into the small of your back to pull you against him. You could feel the way his heart was hammering in his chest, the kiss deepening into something with an unspoken transparency, an unveiling that swallowed you whole. His mouth broke away from yours, his breath heavy as he rested his forehead against yours.
“I really wanna say it…” he chuckled under his breath. You ran your hands over the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape as you let out a deep breath of your own, shaking your head softly. “I should be the one saying it, not you…”
Despite the euphoria of your orgasm, you couldn’t ignore the guilt that still sat on your chest. He didn't deserve the snappy words, the way you used harsh tones to draw a line in the sand that you didn’t even want there in the first place. That unsightly part of yourself made you want to hide, your arms sliding down to cover your stomach as if that was going to shield him from seeing what was deeper than skin.
Armin wrapped his hands around your wrists, prying them away from their guard over your stomach. “Don’t do that…” he whispered, fingers staying around your wrists as he placed your palms to his chest. “You have nothing to apologize for, y/n. You reacted to what you saw, you had nothing else to go off of. I’m the one who fucked up.”
You let out a soft, struggled laugh, your head still shaking shamefully and your voice getting quieter as you went on. “That’s not what I'm talking about, that was never what this was about…”
“…then what is it about?”
The look in Armin’s gaze was unwavering. The lust that sat in the forefront prior dissolved, leaving nothing to overlay the unadulterated tenderness that rested there. Eye contact was too much to bear. You just couldn’t decide whether it was too much because of the sheer intensity, or because you were afraid he’d see the way yours reflected the same feelings tenfold.
You let out a deep breath as you pushed back on his chest to slide out of his grip. You bent down, picking up your hoodie and shirt and started to pad down the hallway. Turning your back made it easier to speak, easier to breathe. “I don't know…” you sighed.
You could practically feel the drop of his stomach as you pushed him away, but the sound of his footsteps echoed behind you regardless.
You walked into your bedroom, the blankets still bunched up on the bed reminding you of your earlier thoughts. You slid your shirt back on to try and counteract the sting of vulnerability you knew would only intensify if you continued to speak. Armin watched you sit down on the bed, his own gears turning in his head as he leaned against the doorway, arms coming to cross over his chest.
He traced every movement, every heave of your chest, every tap of your finger against the bed. He glanced down at his feet as if he could see the line drawn there now, letting out a deep breath before returning his gaze to you. “I think you do.”
Your eyes snapped to him as your heart thwacked between your ribs. His tenderness still there, just draped with something different now. You sheepishly shrugged your shoulders, words starting to feel foreign. “I… yes, you're right.” You let your head fall forward into your hands, a defeated breath leaving you. “…it’s just, I acted so fucking crazy.”
Armin slid his shoes off before walking over to sit next to you on the bed. Reminiscent of the way he did that night at his place, just lacking the arms length of space he had put between the two of you then. He rested his leg against yours, running his hand over your knee and rubbing slow circles with his thumb. “You didn’t act that crazy…”
You let out a forced huff of a laugh, lifting your head to look at him. His eyes were easier to make contact with now. “Well I kinda did… but, that's not what I meant. I was talking about—“
“I know what you meant.” He said softly, his voice quiet but sure. He knew this wasn't about the curly haired woman at the coffee shop. He knew this was something even his deepest efforts to reach you wouldn’t graze. The circles he rubbed with his thumb slowed, his voice a hushed mumble. “You can't keep yourself trapped there forever…”
An exhale.
“And I don’t think I can set you free on my own…can I?”
You felt like you were going to throw up. You should’ve known by now that he'd eventually see your pushes and shoves for what they really were, he was too smart for his own good. Paid too much attention when it came to you. The guilt you felt poking at you was turning into a stab, sharp and guttural.
He was right, you knew that. You felt like a coward, all of the words you wanted to spill sat stuck in your throat. You could try and make up reasons to excuse the way your evasiveness turned you into a hollow stone, but it was useless.
You wanted him to see you, just not that part of you. You knew he would no matter how low you sank into yourself. Your voice resembled a punished child as you spoke, meek and liable. “I don’t know…”
Armin slowly shifted himself up to the head of the bed, leaning his shoulders against the headboard. The balmy comfort of him was still there, just different. Like it was there out of necessity rather than being there organically. He opened his arms to you, beckoning you to come to him.
Your hesitant legs twitched as you crawled up the bed, laying your head in the crook of his neck like you always did. Another knife sank into you as he brought his hand to your head, brushing your hair behind your ear like he always did. His voice came out gentle but defeated. “We don't have to talk about it right now. Tomorrow's a new day to try again, just get some rest for now…”
Your eyes were already closed, the heavy feeling in your chest lightened ever so slightly by the resilient warmth of him. The sense of belonging you felt from his presence was steadfast, no stab deep enough to dig it out. You eventually felt your mind start to drift into that twilight state, the soft graze of his fingers against your arm lulling you there. His were so much warmer.
Armin trailed his fingers up and down, over and over again. Like he was trying to keep the feeling in his back pocket, a memory to cling onto when you slipped out of his grasp again. He held you close, your head moving with the rise and fall of his chest that stung with desolation. He felt your muscles start to relax, wondering to himself if it was because of him or if it was because you were escaping to a place where he wasn't.
He brought himself back to your front door, the way his fists hauled into it with a force he didn’t even know he had in him. The way he sank to the ground and told himself he’d only wait five more minutes. Five minutes that turned into hours. He wondered if you resented him for it, if it fueled your drive to push him away.
Maybe he should’ve given you more space to process, maybe his need for you was too much. The gut punch he felt when he saw the remorse on Eren’s face, his hands held up in surrender, that was too much for him. The urge to run coursed through him like an untouchable adrenaline.
He wanted to run to you. You wanted to run anywhere he wasn’t.
“You smell like coffee…” you mumbled against his neck, your half asleep voice breaking him away from his thoughts. He let out a sad chuckle under his breath, soothing his hand across your hair as you drifted back into your slumber.
”I know…”
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The nauseating shrill of your alarm jolted you awake, your arm shooting to reach for your phone, fingers messily pressing over the screen to get it to stop. You let out a groggy sound, snoozing the alarm and turning over to bury your nose into Armin’s back. You went to drape your arm over him, your hand smacking against the bed and your nose brushing against nothing but still air.
You lifted your head a little, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you faced the bare side of the bed. You pressed your palm into the sunken spot his body made, trying to feel for any glimpse of warmth. Perked like a stray dog, you listened for any patter of his feet against the floor of your apartment.
The only thing you heard was the ring of your ears, the only thing you felt was the cold static of the crumpled sheets.
No shoes by the doorway.
You swallowed hard, head sinking back down into your pillow and shaky hands yanking the blankets up to your nose. Coffee and clean cologne.
Texting the AOT boys: silly nicknames to see their reaction
genre – aot boys x gn!reader, Eren Yeager x gn!reader, Levi Ackerman x gn!reader, Armin Arlert x gn!reader, Jean Kirstein x gn!reader, Reiner Braun x gn!reader, established relationship texts, smau, fluff, crack, warnings – some suggestive language
Characters included: Levi, Eren, Armin, Jean, and Reiner
