im gonna tear into your soul
⌗ ┆intro - armin was never the type to waltz into an unknown area like he owned the place, but when you declined his incoming call for the 10th time, it sort of turned out that way.
pairing - reader x armin arlert
⤷ content. mdni - femdom!reader, nerd!armin, college!au, slight age gap, younger!reader x older!armin, avoidant tendencies, miscommunication, toxic relationship, manipulation, pet names, begging for forgiveness, sloppy sex, mentions of predator/prey, slight pet play (owner, whimpering), orgasm edging, body worship, tears, belly bulge, breast play, spitting, saliva, creampie, praise kink, choking, submissive and breedable, armin is such a good boy, ngl reader turns into an entirely diff person in bed, tongue piercing teehee, riding like theres no tomorrow
whats playing ♬ : desire - meg myers
this all goes back to when you two first met, freshman year. well, to be exact, YOUR freshman year. after getting into your dream university, i mean, why should you not go to their involvement fair? the involvement fair was busy and buzzing with life. hundreds of incoming freshmen went booth to booth, looking for clubs to make their first year of college more interesting. it was a great opportunity for you to meet new people and hopefully join a club! while strolling through the labyrinth of stalls what you didn't expect was to see a total hottie who was exactly your type. like, EXACTLY.
not too tall, maybe like 5'7? a slimmer frame, medium length sandy blonde hair, nerdy glasses, and that undenying submissive vibe. like he just LOOKED like he whimpered and cried out your name.
oh, you knew you needed him badly.
quickly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you walked, not too eagerly but with just enough speed to get up reeeaalll close and real fast to his stand. taking a slight pause, you stopped in front of him. careful to not make eye contact yet, slightly grazing your hand over the various trinkets and papers delicately placed upon the surface of the table.
comfortable silence for a few moments.
however that ended quickly as you jumped slightly at the quiet noise he made. moving up your eyes juuust barely in order to be able to see his adams apple bob up and down, gulping at the, now, awkward atmosphere between you two. a small smirk creeps up on your face. you finally meet his eyes, and my god are they pretty. it's something about his light blue- almost grey eyes that capture you in just the right way. a small adjustment of your necklace has him glancing down at your chest, barely noticeable. unluckily for him though, that's exactly what you wanted.
"soo... you gonna talk pretty boy? or should i just let you stare at my tits?"
his eyes widen, and then meet yours right after. not before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"uuhm.." his eyes darted to the side and he quickly licked his lips to readjust himself after that embarrassment of a performance. "geez.. im sorry, u- uhm-" his eyes slowly make his way back to meet yours. another clear of his throat has you smiling like an idiot. a carefree chuckle escapes your lips, pulling him back to reality once again.
"i'm just teasin' ya! gosh, you should've seen your face!"
"oh god.." at that moment, he feels his face starting to get hot and uses both of his hands to cover it, wanting to spare himself any more embarrassment.
you guys stand like this for about a minute or so. on one hand you're staring out of curiosity and on the other he's hoping you end up pitying him and walking away. well, much to his surprise you're still standing there, hands shuffling through the endless stacks of paper titled "join our club!".
"not much of a talker, hm?" careful to exude a nonchalant vibe in order to not scare him off.
"n- no! i am.. it's just, i don't know.." he pauses for a second to gather his thoughts while you're still staring at him, watching his body slightly shift back and forth. he lets out a defeated sigh and meets your eyes once again, only this time with a cheeky smile. "i was just a bit.. flustered? considering a.." he trails off and quickly looks you up and down. "a.. v- very pretty girl like you decided to stop by my booth.. ya know?" he chuckles a bit to himself and makes sure to not break eye contact this time.
"oh? you flatter me." making sure to bat your long lashes ever so slightly.
"not flattery. just.. facts!" his lips curve into a small smile, fumbling through his pockets quickly so he could whip his phone out. "sayyy.. why don't you give me your name and number? i promise i'll be worth your while!"
aaand the rest is history. kind of?
by the time the semester ended, you two already ended up dating. it was a little tricky considering he was a junior but hey, that meant that he had his own apartment already! see, everything was smooth sailing until it got around to your one year anniversary. for some reason, 2 days before, he stopped replying. this wasn't exactly uncommon between you guys considering his busy schedule, internships, being president of student government, president of chess club, president of the research committee discovering the cure for some-
okay, yeah. it was undeniable that he was extremely, extremely.. busy but you areee his girlfriend so you should be his first priority always. no doubt about that. it was time to dig up whatever he was hiding. given how you guys both had each other's login for literally every social media platform ever created, it was supposed to be easy to figure out what was going on.
you have entered the wrong password, try again.
"what?" immediately having you rise up from your warm and cozy bedsheets. this had literally never happened before, assuming it was a mistype, you carefully retyped in his password.
you have entered the wrong password, try again. click, click, click.
you have entered the wrong password, try again. click, click, click, click.
your account has been locked, try again later.
"what the actual fuck?" okay, maybe you were overreacting, but he was never the type of boyfriend to hide things from you, let alone change his passwords. honestly, this really irked you and you weren't sure what to do. you guys both made it clear at the beginning of the relationship that you would always communicate things, big or small. while he did struggle a bit at first.. maybe more than a bit; you didn't think it was a huge issue. yeah, you guys did fight almost every other week, but that's how you both liked it.
there was something about the tension and anger that turned both of you on so much, it was addicting– to say the least. you had hoped this was the same small argument that always happened, but after your call went straight to voicemail, twice- you realized this was something different. "ha." you felt baffled- a little betrayed. "you know what, fine. i can play this game too." with a huff, you changed your passwords and called it a night. expecting to wake up to 14+ messages left your mind at ease as you drifted off to sleep.
you have no new messages.
"fuck." that pissed you off, not the “hot and bothered” kind of pissed off either. more like the "i'm going to fucking kill you" kind of pissed off. your anniversary was literally tomorrow and you guys haven't talked since two days ago, what the hell was going on? it's not like you did anything wrong. throughout all the time you two have been together HE has been the one to admit fault over everything.
armin: baby, im so sorry.
"oh. so now you wanna text me back?" you scoff, rolling your eyes as you reach to turn off the ringer on your phone.
wanting to check your phone again, you reach for it, pause and then immediately get up. you were not about to let this ruin your day. groggily slumping out of bed to meet your blue shower slippers, you grab your shower caddy and head towards the gross communal bathrooms. the walk to the bathroom wasn't far but it felt longer than normal. probably had something to do with that stupid boyfriend of yours.
your shower was refreshing to say the least, it helped get your mind off of.. whatever was going on between you and armin. now all you had to do was get ready because it was a saturday, and you were not the type to sulk for long. since things with armin were rocky, might as well go out with some friends and see where the night takes you. while you guys were dating he never let you go out without him so this felt exhilarating to say the least. settling on a dark red corset mini dress, you do your hair and makeup accordingly. full blowout, winged eyeliner, glossy lips- you felt like the baddest bitch on campus.
you were NOT about to answer him. absolutely not. if he wanted to play that way yesterday, then you were just going to keep playing his game as well. while getting into your uber you make sure to not be on your phone so you wouldn’t get the urge to respond to your needy boyfriend.
as you step out of the car, you give a quick thank you and make your way to the line of people waiting to get inside. it moves pretty quickly which you're more than happy about. you hand the bouncer your fake, (which has gotten you inside many times before) and make your way inside. not before checking your phone to see an incoming call from armin.
with a smirk you enter. immediately being hit with a wall of body-heat radiating from the mass amount of people packed in the club. your eardrums feel like they're ready to burst and you feel your eyes start to sting from the many bright flashes lights that cover the entire interior- but you love it. the hot atmosphere hugs your body as you push and shimmy your way through the hoard of people at the entrance. finally seeing your girlfriends, you make your way to their section. all seven of you head towards the already crowded bar to get a few shots in to start the night. migrating to the dance floor you sway with the music, arms high in the air. there was something about your lost senses that felt so amazing, almost other worldly. you could barely hear your girlfriends yelling your name before a cold hand grabbed your wrist and started pulling you into a surprisingly empty hallway.
“baby, what t–” the music drowned out half of what he was saying. “-ell were you th–ing?!” he still hasn’t let go of your arm.
“je–us christ. what are y– fu–king d—ng here??!” angrily you push off his hand and look up into his eyes. theres tears. shit. theres tears. he’s.. crying? why is he crying? feeling a mix of rage and pity, you grab his wrist and lead him outside. it’s quiet, for the most part. theres faint booming in the distance, and the air turned crisp and chilly. a slight breeze kissed your skin as you let go of his hand in order to turn around and meet his gaze once again. his glasses push up as he wipes his never ending tears, and you watch as his sleeves get soaked and his hair get all messy. you give him a minute to come to his senses and calm down.
“talk to me armin.” wrapping your hands around the sides of his arms to adjust him. being careful to fix his glasses, move his hair around and cup his face gently.
“i messed up.” he huffs, still struggling to breathe a bit. “i shouldn’t have done that.” he slumps down into your palm and gazes into your beautiful eyes.
“you shouldn't have done what baby?” you coo, hoping for some sort of reaction from your beautiful crying mess of a boyfriend.
“i–” a small hiccup interrupts his sentence. “i thought hic it would’ve been fun to hic mess with you.. but hic it ended up messing hic with me even more hic.”
oh god, he was just so adorable. this lovable boy was head over heels for you. of course you had to forgive him, it just wouldn’t be right to continue being mad at such a cute thing.
“please.. hic forgive me.. i kn- hic i know you’re mad at hic me.. but please..” your thumbs caress his cheek and his shoulders tense up under your touch. he was like a puppy, so eager at the slightest touch. nobody would ever guess that he was twenty-one.
“...can you prove to me that you're actually sorry?” he stops leaning into your touch for a split second, locks eyes with you and eagerly nods.
honestly, how you got back to his apartment was.. a blur to say the least. with the blink of an eye he was already fumbling to find the key to get in.
every time you enter his apartment you're greeted with the blasted a/c and his cold, hard grey wooden floors. as soon as you took off your black strappy heels, his lips were already crashing onto yours. his frame engulfed your senses, wrapping his arms around your waist and clumsily guiding you to his bedroom. this kiss was different, unlike any other time you guys had kissed before. this one felt, raw and almost primal. like he didn’t want you to escape- or more like you couldn’t escape, no matter how hard you fought. his tongue explored every crevice in your mouth, hungrily, like a beast being awakened from his deep slumber. quickly though, you pull away, breath uneven and shaky.
“hold on.. my dress, you have to-” without even letting you finish your sentence, he turns you around and hastily undoes the ribbon in the back. honestly you were a bit shocked, his precision was scary. the dress slides down to reveal a black lacey masterpiece. he stops in his tracks to stare at you, his gaze slowly moving up and down.
“baby.. you’re so perfect..”
he pushes you, ever so slightly so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. awaiting his next move, you cross your legs and tug on his shirt. he gets the hint and takes it off, immediately falling to his knees right in front of you. he leans his head on your legs and nudges them open to show your already dripping cunt. urging you to sit back and relax a little, he lifts one of your legs up and plants soft, slow kisses trailing from your feet all the way to your inner thigh. nesting his head between your legs, he leaves a slick line to his left, and you feel the cold ball of metal drag across your skin, only to end up biting your inner thigh and sucking it sweetly. leaving a kiss after hes finished. you’ve almost reached your limit with the foreplay, you were never a huge fan of it but he was being such a good boy, you had to let him have it.
“please baby.. please forgive me” he breathes into your thighs and stares up at you so longingly. you move up slightly and push his hair back. tilting his head up with a fistful of hair. he winches at the sudden movement.
“show me you’ll be a good boy then.” you smirk, let go of his hair and push him back with force. leaving him to regain his balance. the good thing is that he just takes it, you can be mean to him all you want and he still comes crawling back for more. you know this sort of relationship isn’t good but both of you already can’t live without each other, its like your souls have already been tied together into a knot that will never become undone.
and you guys will keep it that way forever.
he crawls over to you, slowly pulling off your panties and essentially ripping off your bra. his pants and glasses following shortly after. it’s almost animalistic how his sharp gaze pierces into your soul as he makes his way onto the bed. he sits there, waiting for you to say something.. anything.. pre-cum already dripping down his member.
“lean back.” and lean back he did. his body moved like he was in a trance, following whatever you said. honestly, if he could, he would become your puppy, obeying every beck and call– obviously with some resistance, because where was the fun in following everything your owner told you to do?
his back sinks into the headboard, eagerly waiting for you. his cock was hard as a rock, ready to burst right then and there. you loved seeing him like this, he was so adorable. you finally crawl onto his lap, straddling his body. he was fighting the urge to pounce on you, but he knew better than to not. this was all about proving he was a good boy, no– the best boy for you. he could feel the heat radiating off your wet exposed pussy, and he wanted to flip you over and ram into your tight cunt so hard that you were seeing stars– however, his little fantasy was cut short by the motion of your body moving up and down, gliding your pussy against his cock. you were wet, soaking his dick with all of your juices. grinding your puffy clit against his tip and using him like he was just some toy.
he was loving it, staring intently at the way your body swayed, your eyes rolled back and how you bit your lip at the intense friction. he was just there to be used by you– you owned every inch of him. your hand slowly reaches for his chest, nails clawing at the flesh beneath them. the sounds you were making were intense, the wet squelch of your juices rubbing against him sounded so dirty.
his face was flushed. you could hear him moaning softly as you rubbed against him, he looked so turned on, like the minute he entered your pussy, he would’ve already shot his hot white liquid everywhere. you pitied this pretty boy and decided it was time to give him what he deserved. you push your knees up, carefully positioning his member with your entrance, pooled with fluid. slowly sliding down until– hhh you reached the base– hhhh of his length. armin’s cock wasn’t that girthy but man was it long. you felt a biiiig stretch as his tip kissed your cervix. he was ready to cum just by touching the entrance of your beautiful pussy but he knew you would scold him had you not released before him. his breathing was shaky, groaning from the tight pressure of your cunt wrapped around him.
it wasn’t long before you started moving up and down on his cock, squelch “ba– by hhhh you– feel so– good..” you start to pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock. it was perfect. the way your thighs stung from the repetitive slamming against his. the overwhelming sense of fullness you felt. the way your back arched. your mind was blanking. the pleasure was so delicious– so addictive. you couldn’t stop.
armin was feeling the same way, your gummy walls clenched against his hard cock. the sloppy sounds of both liquids pooling, oozing down his balls. your loud moans echoed in the room– his groans following right behind. you two were a mess. sweat beads dripping down his forehead, tears streaming down your face. you were so overstimulated– literally drunk on his dick. the more you arched, the more he could see his cock bulge through your stomach.
“f– fuuck–? how– hhh you bi–gger..?” you watch as his expression changes, a devilish smirk spreads across his face.
“baby.. you’re– mhmm so– perfect–” he mutters, small whimpers exude from his mouth as he closes his eyes. his hands make their way to your hips, holding you in place. moving forward and leaning against you, head nuzzled in your warm neck. your hips come to a stop as you pet his hair and brush through his blonde locks. you even choose to ignore him starting to pump inside your gushing cunt. your thighs were burning– heat was radiating from them. they were stinging so bad. letting armin take control for a moment while catching your breathe and regaining your strength. you could feel his warm breath tickle your neck. you were dazed, eyes half-lidded.
armin was starting to get a little bold, moving your body up and down– waking you up from this daze. your eyes starting rolling back. he knew how to hit all of your sensitive spots. bruising your cervix, over and over. your cunt was made for him. your hand, still brushing through his hair, instead latches onto the nape of his neck. pulling him back. with a quick movement your hand was now covering his adams apple, gently squeezing his flesh. you push him back, head laid on the pillow– or at least kind of? his eyes widen at the sudden maneuver. his lips curve into a wicked smile as he slowly loses his air. teeth gnawing at his bottom lip, observing your shaking thighs bounce up and down, gliding on his cock. hand compressing around his neck. your grip was firm, hugging his neck like a collar.
you start to fully lose yourself. you’re so close, you can sense the knot starting to form in your stomach. your grip from his neck loosens and you move forward a bit, latching onto his chest. breath heavy and uneven. he pulls you close, falling into his arms. this gives him the opportunity to flip you over. your back now on the bed, gripping the pillow behind you. hes wild. thrusting into you so deeply, you feel him deep inside you, rearranging your guts. pumping into you with so much force. balls deep inside your soaking cunt. the lewd sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, its so naughty. you then feel something wet and warm on your chest, overstimulating as it is, you let him suck on your nipple while fondling your other tit. the wet noise of saliva. his tongue lapping back and forth. his piercing adds an extra vulgar feeling that sends you over the edge.
broken cries of his name surge up as your legs wrap around him. “a– armin–!” you feel your eyes start to roll back out of pleasure. “a– lmost there– just a little mor–” and then he stops. he stops all together.
he looks down at you with this needy look, hoping you’ll be the one to make him finish. fuck everything. you flip him over one more time, both arms leaning on his chest for support. a string of liquid forms as you lift up one more time– and slam down on his cock. you choke as you feel his tip ram into your cervix as your walls clench tight around him. your cunt squeezes around the base of his cock. dick throbbing as he shoots his fat load straight into your uterus. hot white fluid gushes your insides. you slump down beside him, his cock still stuck inside your tight pussy. he loves when this happens, he would stay inside of you forever if he could. you whisper in his ear softly, breath tickling his ear.
“you’re such a good boy armin.” planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
you lift your body up reluctantly, leaning over his head, you grab his chin. your thumb brushes over his lips and he parts them open, tongue out. begging for some sort of reward from you. you roll your eyes, cup his right cheek and open your mouth, drool spilling out. he swallows it all, eyes closing and savoring your taste.
he mutters while his arms reach out to pull you down and hold you close once more. nuzzling your head.
