sub!armin x dom!reader
“i said i was sorry baby. i’m sorry i’m so sorry! so f-fuck please slow down!”, he whimpers.
you’d been going at it for almost two hours now. milking all his cum out of him. he deserves to be drained for everything he’s worth. to be fucked to oblivion. for his brain to be turned into mush. for him to be crying and whining at the pace you’d been riding him at - begging and pleading for you to stop.
maybe if he hadn’t engaged in such ‘lovely’ conversation (as you had put it) with that cute cafe worker, who was so clearly smitten by his useless jokes and great smile, he wouldn’t be here, having his spent, aching dick being ridden for what felt like eternity.
“sorry doesn’t cut it ‘min. i told you to stop flirting with girls and you didn’t wanna listen.”
you knew he wasn’t actually flirting but it sure looked like it. and that’s enough for you.
“baby fuck i-i told you i wasn’t flirting. please! wh-what—nghhh oh fuck… what else can i do to make it up to you? baby i can’t handle you riding me like this anymore!”, he sobs out, his hands clawing and tapping at your wrists on his shoulders.
then you get a brilliant idea.
“okay. then fuck me from the back. and don’t even think of stopping those hips without me telling you to.”, you demand, lifting yourself off him.
he’s confused by this change of plans from you. normally you would’ve told him to shut up and take it but now you’re asking him to fuck you? where he basically has full control? maybe this is his chance to dom you-
you pull out a black spiked collar with a chain attached.
“put this on.”, you say, in a low, dark tone. shivers wave throughout his body as he looks at you then down to the collar.
“wh-what? i’m not putting that on. no way.”, he refuses, head shaking from side to side. what did you think he was? he’s not some sort of pet.
“it wasn’t a suggestion, arlert. put. it. on.”, you spit, jerking the collar towards him.
again, he looks at you. then down to the collar. disbelief spreads across his face. you’re actually being serious.
seeing as he’s still not comprehending your order, you let out a slightly frustrated sigh.
“did you seriously think i was just gonna let you fuck me wild, on your terms?”, you begin. you move closer to him, “you belong to me ‘min. so put on this fucking collar and get your dick in me. don’t make me tell you again.”
his face is stunned, though his stare kept on yours. you trail your eyes down and take in his leaking, twitching dick. you let out a small laugh.
“what a slut. acting as if you don’t like being under my control, yet your own body is betraying you.”
now armin knew he wasn’t the most dominant in bed. but it was never an issue for him. but what he didn’t expect was for him to be this aroused by your sudden, strong assertiveness. he can’t understand why his dick is so hard to this side of you?
you grab a fistful of his hair, earning the tiniest whimper from him, circle his head around slowly, then face him back and closer to you. there’s nothing but a breath between you two.
“i know you loved every minute of me milking you with no mercy. you love being my bitch. my whore. my pet. isn’t that right?”
he gives you a slow nod, starting to feel himself descend into complete submissiveness to you.
“and you want me to control you with this collar, don’t you?”
he gives another nod. but that’s not enough for you now.
“use your words minnie.”, your voice smooth and sultry. enough to make him melt.
“y-yes. i want you to control me.”
“now say, please control me.”, you beckon.
“p-please… control me.”, he repeats back.
“please make me your pet.”
“please make me your pet.”
“and…please punish me. master.”
“please punish me…”, he trails off, letting out a deep breath and looking down.
“say it whore.”, your grip tightens in his hair, and he winces. that name goes straight to his dick. he looks up at you again, pleadingly.
“please fuck me…master.”
“as you wish, baby.”, you say, with a lick of your lips.
seizing total control as armin thrusts his hips in time with the pull of your hands on the chain, felt nothing more of pure euphoria.
maybe next time, he’ll find his hands accidentally on the hands of that cute cafe worker.