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erenoir · 3 years ago

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i kissed the teacher

“your daughter is wonderful in class, now i can see where she gets it from.”

💿 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊

❥ what appears to be an innocent crush on your daughter’s new teacher seems to blossom into something a little less kid-friendly.

❥ warnings: 18+ dark content, dom!levi, sub!reader, age gap [early twenties-mid thirties,] rough sex, unprotected sex, mommy kink, dacryphilia, dubcon, degradation, dumbification, breeding, titty fucking, fingering, creampie, light bondage, name-calling, male masturbation, squirting, choking, spitting, slapping, spanking, nsfw, MDNI

❥ featuring: kindergarten teacher!levi x single mom!reader

❥ word count: 6.4k

❥ a/n: i think i am out of breath after writing this . this might be the smuttiest little thing i’ve done. thank you to bb @erenslittlestepsister for beta reading this for me!

What a crazy day

When I kissed the teacher

All my sense had flown away

When I kissed the teacher

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Running down the corridors of your daughter’s elementary school with her tiny hand in yours, you dragged her small figure from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to search for her classroom.

“Honey, are you sure you don’t remember which one it is?”

“Yeah mommy! It's the door that has a window on it! Mr. Levi makes silly faces at us th-through it when the hall mom-moni-monitator takes us to lunch!” Your daughter beamed up at you, gushing over her new teacher for the umpteenth time today.

She came stumbling off the bus and into your arms earlier this afternoon, flailing the craft she had made in his class in your face, clearly proud of the construction paper heart with all of her favorite things drawn on the inside.

“Mommy! I can't wait for you to meet Mr. Levi! He’s the bestest!” She oozed as you pinched her cheeks, swinging her up into your arms and taking her inside the house.

Your daughter was sitting at the kitchen island, swinging her legs off the seat while she ate her leftover macaroni and cheese from lunch. You sat across from her with your head buried in your computer, frantically trying to get this email blast out to your clients before your boss’ deadline.

“M-mommy?” Your little girl mumbled with a mouthful of cheesy pasta.

“M’hm?” You responded absentmindedly, eyes not leaving your screen.

“Mr. Levi says I'm the best drawer in class!”

“Oh yeah love?”

“Yup! He draws big A’s on my crafts…”

You chuckled softly to yourself, your daughter did have quite the imagination, you weren’t surprised by her story, though told in the sweetest broken speech and mispronunciations.

“Is that right baby? You know mommy has a parent-teacher conference tonight right? I'm gonna meet Mr. Levi…” You gave her a teasing side-eye, insinuating that she better not be lying to you, and that she was actually, in fact, a wonderful student.

Your mini you squeals enthusiastically, squirming in her seat, fragments of mac and cheese sticking to her plump cheeks. Her little hands come together as she claps quickly, “I know mommy! Mr. Levi is very nice!”

“Yeah? I hope so. We’re leaving soon okay?”

3A, 3C, 3E…

You mentally read through the number-letter combinations on the doors, eyes scanning the rows of mahogany for the number of the room you finally got from one of the janitors. 3H… 3H… 3H… here we go. You turned to look at your daughter playing with her feet as she stared intently at the floor.

“Okay baby, be good now okay? We’re already freaking late…” You mentally cursed yourself for not accounting for the traffic that there would be while you tried to find parking at the school. You made a feeble attempt at trying to fix yourself before walking in, you were already a young mother, so being taken seriously was not something that came easily for you. But you quickly brushing through your hair with your fingers and tucking in your shirt was helpless. You looked a disheveled mess from doing your makeup haphazardly in traffic and then running through the entire school with a six year old, now a sweaty mess. Fuck this, you rolled your eyes, if he can’t take you seriously then he’ll just be another elderly man that laughed in your face when you told them your age. Your clammy hand twisted the brassy doorknob to classroom 3H, stumbling in with your daughter trailing behind you, clearly showing signs of annoyance as all of the parents and their kids already sat down passed judgmental stares in your direction. Your eyes searched the cramped classroom for the new teacher to give him an exasperated but apologetic smile.

“Hi! I-I’m so sorry we’re late! There was loads of tra… traffic…”

Holy shit… that was Mr. Levi?

Your eyes froze on his figure, widening when you realized that this was no “grumpy, old man,” like your daughter jokingly described. You hadn’t realized your mouth was agape, close to drooling, as you were brought back to reality by your daughter tugging on your hand.

“Excuse me? Miss. Y/L/N?”

You blinked your eyes quickly, trying to regain your composure after the less-than-professional entrance you made.

“I said it’s okay… it seems we don’t have any seats left… let me just grab two from the hallway…” Mr. Levi trailed off, jogging past you quickly while giving your daughter a small pat on the head, before he came back in the classroom with two folding chairs. He placed them right in front of his desk, not wanting to disturb the orderly rows of parents already filed neatly into the heart of the room. He waved his hand to the seats, gesturing for you two to sit down. You placed a hand on your daughters shoulder while you quietly usher yourselves into the plastic chairs, whispering silent “sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” to the parents who weren’t exactly pleased with you interrupting the conference.

“As I was saying…” Mr. Levi looked down at you with dark eyes, stern but soft as he held a sweet spot for your daughter, one of his favorites in class.

“My name is Levi Ackerman… your kids call me Mr. Levi, the staff calls me Mr. Ackerman, but you can just call me Levi…” He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips before continuing, grabbing a piece of chalk and writing his name down on the board.

“A-C-K-E-R-M-A-N… Ackerman,” he spelt out loud, underlining his last name with a squiggly line.

“I'm new to the school district… many of you won’t recognize me… so allow this to be my proper introduction…”

Your eyes followed his body like a hawk, my god he was fucking hot, you thought. He paced back and forth in front of you, lingering in his place when his back faced you. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth when you saw the way his slacks cupped around his ass perfectly, or the way his hair was parted, strands of raven hair framing his chiseled features hypnotically. Levi cleared his throat and squinted his eyes at you so only you could notice, as if he was casually putting you in your place, watching as your eyes quickly darted from the outline of his dick in his navy pants to his eyes, stern and disciplinary. Your face was brushed over with embarrassment, Levi smirked slightly as he turned around, facing to speak to the other side of the classroom now.

“I'm 36 years old… I just moved to the area a few months ago… settled in a nice apartment with my cat… any cat lovers out there?” He jokingly asked the parents, who were hanging onto his every word. Thank god, clearly you weren’t the only one completely entranced by this man’s aura.

“What's my cat's name you guys?” He asked his students, your daughter jumped up in her seat and raised her hand eagerly, begging him to pick on her.

“Yes, Y/D/N?”

“It’s Haaaange!” Your daughter drawled, trying her best to put the syllables together. You laughed quietly and rubbed the small of her back.

“Good job honey,” you whispered.

“Yes, a good job indeed,” Levi resounded, smiling at you softly caressing your daughter, trying to calm down her excited nature. Levi thought you were a beautiful little thing, a little disgruntled but, he craved a little chaos in his life, he loved to put disorganized things into their places. His smile deepened even more when he spotted the lonely ring finger on your left hand… not married? He wondered, perfect.

“I studied childhood education and psychology at the University of Marley, and finished my degree about 8 years ago… I believe the best way to learn is through repetition and positive discipline… Levi took note of the way you crossed your legs and squeezed your thighs together at the mention of his teaching techniques. Are we intrigued, little one? His mind raced at the thought of you responding so well to the slap of a ruler or a demerit star on your chart… submissive, are we?

“Now please don’t misconstrue my intentions… I only want the best for my students… I want them to grow and learn from their mistakes, not be ashamed of them! And I've seen massive improvement since their first day in September… I'm very proud of them.”

The kids' voices sang throughout the classroom, responding to the words of praise from their teacher.

“So tonight, I'll be meeting with each of you in the order that your kids are listed on my attendance sheet… the kids will be taken to the gym by a hall monitor to have some free play time while we discuss their progress in class! Does that sound good?”

Your daughter had been off playing with her friends in the gym for nearly an hour now, you were growing frustrated with her spot at the bottom of Levi's attendance sheet, guess they didn’t go in alphabetical order. You were the last parent of the night, anxiously bouncing your knee and clutching your purse to your chest as you fumbled around in the metal chair. “My god, this shit is taking long,” you mumbled under your breath, thinking the hallway was empty.

“Impatient, huh?” Levi's laugh came from behind you as you turned around in horror, “I'm sorry about the wait Miss. Y/L/N… come in, come in!”

“O-oh my god I’m so… shit, it’s a late night, you know? It’s nothing against you… how unprofessional of me…” You trailed off, not wanting to make eye contact with your daughter’s intimidatingly beautiful teacher. A wild thing is what you are, Levi groaned at his menacing thoughts, you need to be tamed.

Levi watched as you sauntered into the room, his fantasies consuming his brain, much too hard for him to concentrate on the spiel he was supposed to give you on your daughter… are you aware of how much you’re teasing me? You conniving little thing… did you purposefully choose the shirt with the buttons that could barely stay closed atop your breasts? You little whore you.

“So Y/D/N… she's an incredible kid… she picks up the material gracefully…”

Must you smile like that? All sweet and innocent, the minute you hear your daughter’s name? You’re a good little mommy aren’t you? Would you like another baby girl? Would you like it to be mine?

“…I mean… she’s great in class, all of the kids love her… she gets along with everyone, respects the rules and acknowledges her mistakes… which mind you, are never big ones…”

Fluttering your eyes to the sound of my voice are we? Do you put on a docile gaze for me? You want me to discipline you… I know you do… shall I discipline you with my cock or my ruler? Your choice.

“…She’s quite the little Picasso! Loves arts and crafts time… the sweetest little girl, really! I have no constructive criticism to offer you…”

Your heart warmed as he spoke so highly of your daughter, no wonder she adored him so much.

“Overall… your daughter is wonderful in class, now I can see where she gets it from…”

Waves of heat rushed your cheeks, as you hid behind your bangs and fumbled with your hands in your lap, sitting pretty under the intense glare of the man that sang nursery rhymes with your child on weekdays from 8 am to 2 pm.

My poor little baby, have I made you bashful? Don’t cower in front of me… I’d have to take you right here and fuck that bratty pout off your face if you continue to do so…

“…Does she pick up any personality traits from your husband?” Levi asked you strategically. He knew you weren’t married, but did you have a lover? What's one more roadblock he needed to get rid of before he could finally sink his throbbing length into your tight little cunt?

“Oh! I-I, um…” you nervously ran your fingers through your hair, adjusting yourself in your seat, “I don’t have a um… I'm not… I’m not married… Y/D/N’s dad isn’t around… I raised her on my own! Glad I'm doing something right...” You laughed, and god, was your laugh music to Levi's ears, singing down from the heavens itself. Now to discover what your moans sounded like, were they something of the devil’s creation?

Levi held his gaze on you in silence, watching the uncomfortable white noise of the air conditioning affect your nerves, as you squirmed on your chair in front of him.

“Something wrong, Miss. Y/L/N?” He toyed with you, his voice laced with innocence as he asked about your obvious flustered front.

“Y-yes… I'm fine! I always get a little embarrassed when I talk about my ex… i-it’s messy and… nothing to concern you with…”

He watched your body language intently as he prodded at your submissive exterior, breaking you down little by little until you were finally within his reach.

“What's there to be embarrassed about?”

His eyes remained stern, his voice blunt, and his position in his chair unwavering as his ankle laid over his knee.

“I-I just… I'm a young mom, you know? I’m only 21 and… people already look down on you because of that… then when I tell them that Y/D/N’s father isn’t around either… they just assume that I’m a terrible guardian to my daughter…” Levi's cock hardened beneath his pants when he heard you utter your age out of your pouty lips.

You must be inexperienced darling, do you need me to teach you a few things? I pray that you'll be able to keep up, for your poor pussy’s sake…

“Well… those that tread on you for doing what’s best for you and your daughter… are often the ones that have no idea what they’re doing themselves… trust me, Miss. Y/L/N… you’re a great mother…”

You drew your lip into your mouth as your stomach floated at his words, the way he called you a mother made your head all hazy and your cunt all tingly. You wanted Levi so badly, your body ached for his instruction.

“T-thank you… Mr. Ackerman… though I feel like you could teach me a few things about my daughter, she always comes home so happy from a day in your class!”

So you want to learn, you devilish little thing. Would you like me to teach you here? Or on my desk… or maybe in the teacher’s break room with the door unlocked… your pretty eyes glazed over with fear of who would catch you on your knees taking my cock as I fuck another baby into you?

“Please… call me Levi…”

“Levi…” his name came out of your mouth in a seductive whisper, Levi's arousal growing uncontrollable as he imagined your pretty lips chanting his name with every thrust into you.

“…Would you… like to learn a few things? Miss. Y/L/N?”

To an onlooker, you two were talking about your daughter. Levi Ackerman, kindergarten teacher, was simply going to give you a few pieces of knowledge about your little girl to you,Y/N Y/L/N, a public relations assistant. There was no harm in that, correct?

But between you and Levi, you both knew he wasn’t talking about your daughter. The growing arousal beneath your constraining clothes, the smell of sex in the air something so potent only to you two… you looked at him with just as much as desire as he did to you. Teach me something… please, your thoughts prodded at your brain, gone dumb under the intensity of his dominating stare.

“Y-yes, I would like to… to learn a few things… Levi…”

Levi rose from his chair devastatingly slow, placing his clipboard on the desk beside him. Your body tensed, not moving a muscle as he circled around you, walking to the door and locking it, pulling the blinds to the tiny window down so he could ensure your privacy. You felt his presence towering behind you as you sat forward in your chair, not daring enough to look at him. His cold hands pulled your hair out from underneath your cardigan, pushing it to one shoulder and exposing the sensitive skin of your neck to him.

“Stand up,” he whispered into your ear, tapping the small of your back twice, ushering you out of the comfort of your seat.

He leaned against the back wall of the classroom, watching you stare at him like a deer in headlights as you stood before him, unsure of what to do with yourself as you swung your arms at your side. He snickered, “Tch, your hollow brain hasn’t a clue what to do right now does it?”

You winced at his dull insult, eyes rolling as you scoffed at him, “So? I- I thought you said you were going to teach me something? So teach, that’s your job isn’t it?” You spat at him daringly, knees quivering as you awaited his response.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” he spewed, smacking the wall with his long ruler, the shrill sound of the metal measuring tool hitting the painted bricks made you jolt out of your faint moment of attempted dominance.

“Do you need me to help you? Or are you competent enough to unbutton your shirt yourself?” He teased you, dumbing you down and prepping you to be his perfect submissive princess.

You stuttered on your words as your clumsy hands pawed at the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one as Levi watched, ruler in hand, ready to rein you in whenever you strayed off the path of his instructions. His breath hitched in his chest when he saw the way your breasts nearly spilled out of your bra, the fabric holding on for dear life at the mercy of your soft tits.

“Shit, unzip the skirt.”

“I-I, I can’t reach the zipper Levi… Y/D/N helped me zip it up today…” you whimpered frantically, anxious of what he was going to do to you if you couldn’t get it off yourself.

“Oh poor you… figure it out. In my class we don’t avoid problems, you work through them until you can get it right… Skirt. Off. Now.” Your eyes widened at the way he ignored your cries completely, growing intensely nervous as you felt tears well in your eyes.

“L-Levi, I really don’t think I can…”

“Now!” He yelled, smacking his ruler inches away from where your hand propped itself up on the desk.

“Okay!” You bleated in fear, twisting and turning your body embarrassingly until the very tips of your index and middle fingers reached the tiny zipper of your pencil skirt.

“See? Don’t ask me for my help unless you absolutely cannot do what I ask of you…” Levi clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, shaking his head disapprovingly, “And don’t make me raise my voice again… don’t want to lose my job over a slut like you.”

His breath was hot on yours as he drew in closer to your bare body, “Be a good girl and hold this for me, would you?” You felt the cool metal of his ruler touch the palms of your outstretched hands. His hands gripped at your waist and pulled you up onto one of the students’ desks, you watched as Levi pulled his tie up over his neck and unknotted it.

“Open,” his fingers tightly pressed at the sides of your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth for him. You gasped as he pushed his tie into your mouth, pulling it around your neck and knotting it at the back of your head, “Make any loud noises and I stop, keep quiet and I let you cum. Those are the rules, should be simple for your insolent brain to comprehend.”

You felt tears threaten to roll down your face as Levi knelt down in front of you, lifting one of your legs up onto his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around the other one, pinning it in place. You looked down at him a disheveled mess, mascara beginning to smear under your eyes and your hair tangled around Levi’s tie. Your eyes crossed and you let out a muffled squeal as Levi licked a stripe up your core over the fabric of your panties. “L- Le-vi!” you mumbled desperately, feeling your saliva begin to pool underneath your tongue.

His nimble fingers pushed the soaked cotton to the side, “Is this what happens when a student is bad? You get aroused for me? So undeserving,” he smacked your pussy sharply with four fingers before running them up and down your folds, smearing the slick of your arousal all over your pulsing cunt.

“I’d fail you if your body wasn’t so compliant to my demands…” Your grip on the metal ruler tightened, a deep red indentation molding itself into your fragile palms as Levi plunged two fingers inside of your weeping cunt, pushing until his knuckles hit your mound, scissoring and swirling his fingers as you contracted around him. Your eyes crossed at the sensation of him pressing up into that familiar little rigid bud just inches into your hole, he hit it over and over again as your leg fastened around his shoulder instinctively pulled him in closer to you. You convulsed on the desk above him, stomach zealously panting up and down as you felt an unfamiliar arousal growing inside of you.

“Look at you, how can you not be ashamed of yourself? Letting your daughter’s kindergarten teacher whore you out in a locked classroom... “ He whispered against your cunt, moving his other hand to your clit, drawing vigorous circles into it as his fingers worked inside of you, not letting up on the spot that made your hips thrust into his hands, “...Such a desperate slut, it's sad… you know?” Levi asked you so casually, he was calm, cool, and collected, sharing an honest conversation with your upset cunt, ignoring you while you wailed above him like a baby.

“O-oh… oh my god… Le-vi… I’m cu-mming!” you hiccuped through your gagged mouth, words coming out wet as you pathetically tried to slurp up the spit that was dripping out of your mouth, a result of your lips being forcefully pried open for too long.

“What was that?” He asked your cunt this time, not you, never you, a student so desperate to please him and gain his approval would never receive his attention.

The unfamiliar feeling inside of you reached its boiling point, the kettle that brewed inside of you ready to pop. “Le-Levi!” You half-heartedly screamed through the silk fabric of his tie. Your thighs shook violently in his grasp as you felt yourself squirt, your liquids staining the fabric of Levi’s perfectly tailored baby blue button up. Your teary eyes looked down at his disapproving glare as he wiped his eyes with disgust.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve ruined my shirt, you filthy thing…” He pulled his fingers from inside of you and turned you around on the desk, grabbing your neck and pushing your hot cheeks down onto the cold maple top.

“Give me the fucking ruler…”

“N-no!” You begged, for you knew what would happen if you surrendered it to him, “Please!”

He brought you back up into his chest, choking you as he seethed into your ear, “If you don’t follow my instructions, I have no choice but to punish you.” Levi yanked the ruler out of your hands, examining the marks it left in your hands from you grasping it so hard.

“W-wait, please Levi… Please, I’ll be good! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please, please, please no!” You babbled mindlessly as you felt the cold whip of the ruler smack in your ass, you screamed as Levi pushed you back down into the desk. “One time for getting me dirty…” Lines of mascara stained your face as he brought the ruler down to your skin for a second time, “...and one for denying my orders.” You cried under his hold, thrashing like a fish out of water as he massaged the inflictions into your soft skin. He leaned down to mock you, “Are you gonna be good now? Hm, gonna be a good little mommy for me?” He swung your limp body up into his chest and carried you over to his desk, the strikes on your ass feeling hot against the cold wood. Levi pulls the gag out of your mouth, smirking as he watches you gasp for air, scooping saliva back into your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Y-yes Levi, I swear I’ll be good… I’ll be good for you, please,” you begged him.

“Please what?” His eyes searched for an answer in yours, but you were too deep into a fucked-out haze to even look at him. “Please what?” He growled, shaking your face with his hand, “Snap out of it and tell me what you want.”

“I- I want you to fuck me Levi.”

He landed a harsh blow to your cheek, “You what?”

“I said… I want you to fuck me Levi...” you moaned delirious and out of breath.

He holds your neck in his hands as your head bobbed around, nearly unconscious from how much he’s thrown you around, “You want me to fuck another baby into you? Give Y/D/N a little sister?” You lazily nodded your head, a devious grin forming on your face as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth, beginning to submit to the role of Levi’s fucked-dumb subordinate. He smacked you a second time, eyes filled with lust as he watched your face jerk to the side, hair falling over your rebellious glare, “Then wake the fuck up and watch me undress.”

So you did, your body weakened from the orgasm he gave you minutes ago, you kept your tired eyes on Levi, feeling your arousal build inside you again as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. Every time you seemed to doze off, Levi would bring a hand to your cheek, and utter a demanding “Look at me.” Your eyes lusted after the painfully big erection that hid just underneath his briefs, your cheeks sore from his hand hitting your face relentlessly.

“Your eyes. On me. Now,” Levi demanded, sitting you down into his office chair.

He inched in close to your face as he leaned on top of you, his hands bracing themselves on the arms of the chair, “Don’t touch me. Don’t Beg. Just watch.”

Levi peeled his briefs down, your cunt leaking at the sight of his erection slapping up onto his abdomen. Levi brought his groin closer to your face, the cool lighting of the classroom reflecting off the pre-cum that leaked out of his tip. “Spit on it,” Levi ordered as he pushed your head to his cock. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you let a glob of saliva trail out of your lips onto his length, “That’s it… what a good mama you’re being for me.”

His hands began to stroke his length at a steady pace as he backed up into the chalkboard, putting himself on display for you. “Don’t touch yourself,” he snapped, catching you trail a sneaky hand down to your needy heat. You nodded slowly as you watched Levi’s stomach contract, abs shivering at the touch of his hand, “Fuck…” he drawled, opening his eyes to get himself off to the sight of you aroused before him, a good mother waiting to be bred by his aching cock.

“Take your bra off,” he whined, hand still working at his throbbing length. His eyes went dark as you freed your nipples from the tight fabric, breasts bouncing as you pulled your bra around your torso. “Lean back,” he walked up to you in his swivel chair and placed a knee between your thighs, right up against your aching cunt. “Hold your tits for me,” he demanded, watching your shaky hands grasp your heavy breasts in either hand. Levi leaned down and placed his cock in between them, putting his hands over yours and squeezing your breasts tight around his throbbing erection, “Look at me… hold them right there.” Your head lolled back as Levi began to move his cock in and out of your breasts, panting with every thrust up into the soft tissue of your tits.

“Fuck… Levi!” You cried, beginning to move your cunt against his knee. “You like this don’t you, you filthy thing? You like milking my cock with your tits like a good mother would, huh?” Levi smirked down at the look of pleasure on your face, euphoric as you moved your chest up and down against him.

Your eyes crossed at his words, thrusting your breasts around him harder, “Y-yes Levi… fuck, gimme your cum baby… fucking cum on my tits Levi!” Levi’s moans were guttural, crying out with every fuck up into you, you could tell he was close from the way his hands desperately grabbed at your hair, trying to find some balance.

“Fucking cum for me Levi… cum for mommy… give it to me, fuck!” Levi smirked as you played into his little role he’s created for you, the sound of you begging for his cum on your chest sent him over the edge, white hot ropes lacing across your breasts and in your mouth as you stuck your tongue out desperately for him.

“Shit baby… fuck, get up.”

Levi pulled your body up out of his chair and leaned you over onto his desk, aching to feel you wrapped around him. He pulled your panties down to your ankles and ran his cock up and down between your ass, teasing the entrance to your cunt every so often.

“Tell me what you want,” he teased, sinking his heavy chest onto your back as he wrapped an arm around your neck, the weight of his body on top of yours squishing you flat against the table, “Beg for it you fucking cumslut.”

“Oh! Fuck Levi… please, just fuck me okay?” You gasped for air.

“Tch, you can do better,” he coaxed you into submission while his hand squeezed around your neck, the light asphyxiation making your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out of your mouth.

“Shit… god, okay okay! Fuck me Levi… fuck me so good that I walk out of here with another baby, I wanna feel you inside of me, leaking out of my worthless cunt, I wanna be your-

“Enough… don’t embarrass yourself,” he smacks your cheek lightly, before swiveling your head around so your mess of a face can meet his, for the first time tonight it felt like Levi would kiss you. His pressed his lips into yours and spoke, “‘M gonna fuck you so damn good… gonna put a baby right… here.” he growled as he prodded at the fat of your stomach. You two grinded your hips synchronously, swirling around in tiny circles together as Levi pressed his body into yours and rubbed his face into the side of your neck.

“Ngh.. Levi, now... please…” You reached behind you to palm at his cock before his gentle facade snapped and twisted your arm into your back, “You don’t touch me,” he snarled, lining the tip of his cock up to your folds, playfully drawing shapes into your pussy. Levi inched himself inside of you, watching the way your body shuddered, begging him to move faster. Your face contorted in pain at the positioning of your arm before Levi grabbed hold of it and used it as anchor to start fucking into you. He started slow, savoring every second of you clenching around him, feeling your gummy walls contract and twist at the feel of his cock.

“Fuck… Levi, god…” Your body shuddered at the feeling of him inside of you, he snickered into your back as his thrusts grew faster, “Sweet of you to call me by both names but… I- prefer Levi…” he mocked you as he felt you tighten around him.

The classroom filled with a chorus of your moans, skin slapping skin, your eyebrows furrowed as it sunk in... you were being fucked by your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. A poster that read, “Reach for the stars Class 3H!” taunted you as you crossed your eyes in pleasure at the feeling that Mr. Ackerman was giving you. The mug that read “World’s best teacher,” wiggled on top of his desk as he thrusted into you, the sound of the ceramic jolting around on the hard surface echoed in your ears.

“Fuck… feels so good…” your voice strained, trying to take your mind off the fact that just feet away from you lay the “storytime” carpet your daughter spoke about, with a little city on it, tiny roads and cars decorating the coarse fabric.

“What? You finally fucking realize how dirty you are?” Levi said with a twisted sense of amusement as he watched your watery eyes scan the classroom.

“M’hm Levi… fuck, I’m such a dirty baby- oh!” Levi’s thrusts turned rigorous, the dirty words that slipped out of your mouth flipping a switch inside of him that turned him ravenous.

He grabs your neck and arches your back into his chest while pinning both of your arms behind you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Levi, Levi, please baby… fu-ck!” You rambled, barely intelligible, a fucked-out mess as Levi sped up inside of you, searching for his high.

Levi pinned you down as you squealed and thrashed, pushing you into his desk while he fucks his cum into you, “Fuck mommy, t-take it, take my fucking cum, fu-ck, shit!” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours, ramming into you repeatedly, waiting a few seconds inside of your plush cunt after every thrust, swirling his cock against your cervix to make sure every last drop of cum stayed inside of you.

“Shit… yes Levi… gimme a fucking baby… Yeah? You’re gonna gimme another fucking baby? Oh god!” You smack your palm against the table over and over, drawing blood as you bit into your lips to control the guttural orgasm you were having, whining like a little baby.

“Breathe,” Levi ushered, slapping a hand across your ass to wake you out of your euphoric trance. You gasped for air as you whimpered underneath him, “Oh my god… Mr. Ackerman… that was…”

“Tch, don’t call me that unless you want me to take you again against the window,” Levi was moving slowly in and out of you, coaxing you down from your intense high. “Such a good mommy for me,” he whispered as he massaged his hands into your asscheeks, pulling and kneading the soft skin while he fucked into you slowly. He ran his fingers through your hair before grasping it to pull you up from the desk.

“Dress yourself,” he mumbled, as he began to pull his briefs and trousers up his legs. You sat on his desk in a post- orgasmic haze, unable to process anything other than the fact that you wanted Levi’s cock inside of you again.

“Are you gonna spank me with the ruler if I don’t?” You teased, Levi groaned as he watched you spread your legs out on his desk to watch his cum slip out of your pussy, you pushed it out in waves of white.

“Shit… just fucking get dressed,” he was flustered watching you sit pretty on his desk, seeing what you looked like after he had finished with you, red marks all over your body and lashes from his ruler embedded into your skin.

“How many mothers have you fucked Mr. Ackerman?” you asked boldly as you pulled on your bra. He darted his gaze to you and squinted his eyes, silently telling you to back off.

“That’s enough Miss. Y/L/N,” he responded sternly, switching back into his teacher persona gracefully. You scoffed, so that’s the way it is then.

He walked you out of his classroom with his hand on the small of your back, back to old Mr. Ackerman, giving you a watchful glare as the hall monitor walked your daughter down the empty hallway to the classroom. Levi pinched your side as he whispered under his breath, “We never speak of this Miss. Y/L/N— Hi Y/D/N! Had fun at the gym?” He asked your daughter sweetly, changing his tone of voice as he ruffled her hair.

“Yeah Mr. Levi! Did you tell mommy that I’m good?”

Levi’s eyes bunched up as he smiled down at your little girl, he leaned down to her eye level and tapped a finger on her nose, making her squeal.

“Yes, I told mo- Miss. Y/L/N all about how good you are! Okay?” He quirked his head to the right as he beamed at your daughter.

“See mommy! I’m good!” She exuded as she wrapped her arms around Levi’s neck, tangling her fingers in his raven hair. You couldn’t lie, your heart flipped at the way he hugged her back, lifting her up and swinging her around.

“I’m proud of you baby, Mr. Levi said so many good things about you!” You gushed to your daughter, taking her hand in yours.

“I'll see you in class tomorrow, okay Y/D/N?” Levi said his goodbyes to you, watching you pull your daughter down the hallway. You tried awfully hard to put yourself back together, but Levi smirked at the way your hair stood up one side, or how your skirt rode up your ass, the raps from his ruler still scarred your palms.

“M’hm! Buh-bye Mr. Levi!” your daughter looked behind you and waved her hand back to her teacher, skipping down the hallway. You shuffled to get your car keys out of your bag, and watched the letters on the doors dwindle down as you made it to the exit at the end of the hallway.

“Nice meeting you, Miss. Y/L/N…”

You turned around, looking at him one last time, both of you giving each other knowing glares as two devious smirks spread across your cheeks.

“Yes… nice meeting your Mr. Acker- Levi.”

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tell me about it

part 1 | part 2

you and armin drive down to the race track drunk on each other’s taste, falling harder for one other by the minute. you knew you couldn’t be together, but you two are quick to learn that you’d both do crazy things for love.

♡︎ genre: 50s!au, greaser!armin, slow burn, angst, nsfw, mdni

♡︎ warnings: 18+ dark content ahead, unprotected sex, cockwarming, fingering, car sex, protective!armin + virgin!reader, depictions of phsyical fighting (hand-to-hand combat) + graphic wounds, heavy mentions of blood, stabbing/stab wounds, light mentions of intoxication, ideations of death

♡︎ featuring: s4!armin arlert x f!reader

♡︎ word count: 11k

♡︎ series summary: you worked at rosie’s diner, where the local greaser gang stopped by almost daily. they've become part of your routine, they're your usuals... that was until the day when none of them came in, turns out the gang had crumbled under the hands of one new blonde stud that just moved into town.

a/n: ...this is the second + final part to my 50s!armin mini-series. i cried a lot writing this + i'm v proud of it. it’s long but, it’s something that i really hope has you drooling until the very end... i hope you enjoy la fine <3.

“you just turned my world upside down blondie,” you say through your laughter.

“yeah? tell me about it darling. where to next miss?” he looks over at you with stars in his bloodshot eyes.

“let’s go to that stupid racetrack.”

armin’s veiny hands hugged the thin steering wheel of his caddy tight, knuckles turning white with every bump he hit on the road. you watched his hands intently, he had a gold ring with a ruby in the center on his middle finger of his left hand. on the other he wore two silver bands, one on his pinky and one on his index. you two drove in silence down main street, watching people trickle into the matinee showing of rebel without a cause. the sun was setting leaving an orange haze in the sky, painting armin’s cheekbones a soft golden color. you two had been driving mindlessly for a while, the adrenaline running through your veins gradually subsiding. you brought your attention back down to your lap as your hands toyed with the ends of your skirt, fingers unconsciously picking at the baby pink polish on your nails. you'd gotten terribly nervous all of a sudden.

“alright then, spit it out darling,” armin asks you as you slow down at a stop light. he reaches down to his jacket pocket, fumbling for his pack of marlboros. he places a cigarette between his teeth and unfolds your hand to put his lighter in it, hitting the gas as the light turns green. his eyes never leave the road when he leans over to you and nods his chin in your direction, rocking the cigarette up and down between his teeth.

“light me up will you?” armin slurs through a closed mouth. your hands come up to his mouth as you strike the lighter three times.

one.

two.

three.

you counted as the little flame was freed from its tiny box. you used one hand to hold the flame to the end of the cigarette as the other cupped around armin’s mouth. his cracked lips closed around the yellow tip, his necklace moving up with his chest as he took a deep inhale. your face burned a deep red, those lips were tangled with yours not too long ago. you turned to watch the town pass by, sure to not let armin see you blush at the thought of his lips touching your skin once more. you two fell back into your silence.

“so, what? cat got your tongue sweetheart?” armin smirked as smoke clouded his face.

“n-no. armin, it’s just…” his ocean blue eyes beckoned you to tell him more, you were so mesmerized by him.

you weren’t really sure what you wanted of him, your anxious thoughts were running miles in the comfort of your head, with no intentions of leaving soon.

“armin… what if we see jean at the race track?” you asked with those big doe eyes gazing up at him, he was so mesmerized by you.

bingo, armin thought. he knew that’s what you were worried about, he truly didn’t even have to ask you. he let out a snark laugh as he placed a hand behind the headrest of your seat, the cigarette hanging between the knuckles of his ring and middle fingers on the hand holding the wheel. your eyes were fixated on the cigarette, nerves apparent in your face. armin’s gaze softened at the sight of your bottom lip quivering ever so slightly. he didn't want to see those pretty pink lips of yours sad, not for the sake of any old bastard, with the exception of himself of course.

armin’s hand slides off the headset until his hand reaches your cheek, your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his cold rings hitting your warm, blush-covered skin.

“armin…” your lips whispered into the callused palm of his hand. you looked up at him bashfully, you were so embarrassed of the effect he had on you. the smallest things drove you absolutely mad for him. the sky, now a fiery magenta, didn’t help the sensual tension between you two. you couldn’t possibly love each other in the way you wanted, you both knew that. my goodness, if the titans ever found out…

your breath hitches in your throat, your heart dropping as armin watched your eyes grow sad, tears beginning to well at the corners of your eyes. armin drags his thumb across your cheek, prepared to catch your tears as they fall. your hand reaches up to grab his, as you push it further into your cheek, leaning into his touch.

“armin, jean and the boys would flip this whole town upside down if they ever found out that we…”

“that we what?”

the blush on your cheeks deepened as armin forced you to realize your most intimate moment from an hour ago. you watch him smirk, cigarette back in his mouth, other hand steering the wheel gracefully.

“that- that we… kissed armin…”

armin adored the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth. it was so delicate, like you cherished every syllable, but yet you said it as if you longed for him, with passion, dripping with lust. you try to act so innocent for me darling, my pure little thing you, armin thought, his grip on the wheel tightened. he took one of your curls in his hand and wrapped it around his finger.

“armin, we can’t… we really shouldn’t…”

“shouldn’t what doll? say it.”

“we shouldn’t be together, you’ll get hurt, jean oughta get mad...”

armin’s jaw went rigid as he ground his teeth together. he squeezed the ringlet of your hair tight around his finger before letting it go and putting his hand back on the wheel. you felt the car speed up as armin slowly punched the gas with his foot. you look at him desperately, eyes pleading him to tell you what’s happening.

“a-armin, please slow down! we-"

“how many times do i have to tell you darling, the next time i see jean i won’t go easy on him.”

your hands fell to the handle of the door, holding on as armin went faster and faster, going far beyond the town speed limit.

“armin!-"

“you don’t have to worry about me. how many times are you gonna mention good old jeany boy... in fact, i hope we see jean at the race track… i have a little gift for him, remember?” armin seethes through gritted teeth as he pulls the gold bracelet jean gave you out of his pocket and places it in your hand, before bringing your knuckles to his lips and kissing them sloppily.

“you hold on to that for me okay baby? keep it safe while i get us to the race track, we’ve gotta speed up or we might miss your little jeany boy yeah?”

you sensed an overwhelming amount of jealousy in armin’s voice, a new side to him exposing itself. you wrapped your fingers around the bracelet and stayed silent as he whipped you two to down the street.

“a-armin! where are you going? this isn’t the way… we’re headed straight for the-"

armin shuts you out as his fingers shake to turn up the volume of his stereo, music drowning out the sound of your pleas. your breath is shaky, the upbeat music feeling unsettling in this moment of chaos. the lyrics flooded your brain, pushing every other thought up to the surface.

Why does the rain fall from above?

Why do fools fall in love?

Why do they fall in love?

“armin, wait! you’re just gonna cause more trouble for us! why don’t you thi-"

Love is a losing game

Love can a be shame

the song grows louder, lyrics panging at your eardrums. your head whipped back and forth, shoulder banging into the window as armin turned a corner you knew all too well, your eyes opened wide when you realized where he was really taking you. your body jerked forward as he stopped abruptly at the end of the street, your hands instinctively finding an anchor on the dashboard of his car. your heart was about to break out of the confines of your chest.

“armin… why are you doing this? you’re gonna get yourself killed! can’t you see it?! god, think with your head… please!” passerby turned their heads to peak in the baby blue cadillac as you screamed at the top of your lungs, voice wrestling with the volume of the music. it was armin’s turn to look at you with tear-stained eyes.

“i’m tired of letting good things leave my life y/n! i’m not scared… o-of anything! i’m not running anymore.” his voice cracked through his screams, “and i’m sure as hell not scared of good ‘ol jeany boy sweetheart!” you looked on in pure disbelief and confusion as to what was happening, the cadillac felt like it was sinking into deep water and it was too late to open the windows.

“armin.. what the hell… are you going on about?!” you were panting with frustration and tired from screaming. god, you hate men.

armin grabbed his plastic comb from the chest pocket of his leather jacket, as his shaky hands ran the teeth of it through his hair. his foot began to ease its way down the gas slowly as you felt the car jolt forward again, your eyes widened in fear as you looked at the blonde boy.

“armin… armin, no. stop the car right now! don’t even think-"

armin’s hand cranked at the stereo, raising the volume to the max so the whole block could hear it.

I know of a fool

You see

For that fool is me

armin revs the engine once, twice, three times. the metal inside the hood of the car rattling like it’s a bear that’s just woken up from hibernation. passerby are now stopped in their tracks and watching the situation unfold inside the car that was stopping traffic, sipping their drinks slowly as if they’ve got front row seats to a double feature. armin looks at you with wild eyes and smiles widely at you. has he gone crazy?

“let’s pay precious jeany boy a visit what do you say?!” he yells, his voice raspy and choppy as you watch his hand push the stick shift forward. he was gripping it so tight you would think he could crush it from the pressure of his hand alone.

faster.

your body propels backwards into your seat as he races you two to the end of the street where the titans’ car shop resides.

straight into the hands of the enemy.

“armin have you gone mad?!”

you watched as you see the familiar territory grow closer, jean's cherry red corvette is parked out front. you've never wanted to see starla less in your life.

within a flash you two had stopped right in front of the garage door, wide open so jean and the boys could get a good look at you two. armin revved his engine once more to get their attention. your heart stuttered in your chest as your eyes met jean's. he was wearing a tight white cotton shirt, covered in grease and sweat, and had a dirty rag over his shoulder. you looked at him in bewilderment, you couldn't think of a single possible thing to say to him in this moment. your mouth hung open, voice haltering in fear of the unknown. what the hell was going through his mind right now?

"jean please, just-"

"y/n, get out of that damn car right now. the hell are you doing with this scum?!"

you gasped at his cockiness, "jean! how dare you talk to me like-"

armin snickered from the driver's seat and looked jean dead in the eyes.

"can't even sweet talk your own girl huh jeany boy? how've you been?! it's been what... 6... 7 hours since we first met... an anniversary!" armin drawled through gritted teeth. his eyes narrowed at jean, asserting his dominance on his territory. jean jumped at the car and smacked his hands at the bottom of your window, fingers balled into fists. jean chocked up a wad of saliva and spit it on the ground before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

"are you trying to tango barbie?" jean narrowed his eyes back at armin with a smirk on his face. armin scoffed as he lit up another cigarette, taking his time before giving jean the satisfaction of a response.

"...and what if i am, daddy-o?"

both jean and your faces dropped at armin's choice of words. your mouth hung wide at the fact that he just called jean kirschtein, head of the titans, daddy-o, on his own goddamn turf.

"a-armin-" you stumbled as you tried to stop him.

"...i think it's time we settle this fair and square yeah jeany?" armin takes a drag of his marlboro, "last i checked it takes two to tango but you had all of three of your goons on me! what? afraid you might eat dirt if we just dance ourselves?"

you remembered how armin's voice was breaking just minutes ago, screaming to you in frustration, nearly crying at the wheel. well not an ounce of his voice was faltering now. you had confidence he could win this, you looked down at your skirt and smirked evilly, silently supporting your blonde knight.

"oh you've done it now barbie... be at the race track in an hour... that's your favorite spot isn't it? w-what do you go there so you can cry alone?"

was jean kirschtein... stumbling on his words?

"and what if i do? heard a bird loves it when a man can cry, maybe that's why i've got yours in my caddy right now!" armin growled. your eyes widened as your smirked turn into a burst of laughter, my my, armin was quite the clever stud. jean looked at you in shock, you'd just stabbed him in his broken heart.

"in an hour smartass," jean seethed and slammed his hand on the window sill one last time, leaving a print of grease on armin's tan leather.

"scum better clean that up," he muttered.

you looked at armin in disbelief at what he'd just done.

"armin-"

"can it baby, i'm doing this for me. i get you're worried... thank you. haven't had many people worry about me in my life, especially not angels like you... but you gotta understand me when i say this..." you watched armin's pretty pinks move as he spoke to you, looking ahead at the road as you two shot out of the titans' car shop.

"...i'm doing this for me. i'm not letting him walk all over me, i'm not gonna let him stake his claim on you like... like you-like you're some piece of meat! i'm done letting good things go from my life."

"armin... what does that mean?" you whispered. he looks at you questioningly.

"that's the second time you've said that now... that-that you're done letting good things leave your life." you watched as his knuckles tensed around the steering wheel, he takes a long drag of his cigarette.

"i got the shit kicked out of me today doll," he laughs, "i-i got the shit kicked out me! ha!" he looks over at you with a bright smile but you can only look on in confusion as to what he was going on about. he puts his arm back behind the headrest of your seat, grazing his fingers along the back of your neck through the hole.

"...i got the shit kicked out me and-and normally i would've left. i would've said... forget this crap! and left, again, like i always do..."

his cool blue eyes warmed up a little as you watched him sort out his sentences in his mind.

"...my parents left, and i let them," his breath hitched in his throat, "i loved them man... shiieeet," he drawled, trying to laugh off the clear sadness in his voice.

"everything was so good... i wasn't a bad kid you know. i-i was a damn good kid, didn't drink, didn't smoke until they left."

your eyes were clouded with sympathy, no child deserves that.

"my father started drinkin'... i said-shit, you wanna know what I said? i said... daddy, are you tired? ha! what stupid kid i was."

you wanted to console him, tell him something, anything, to make him feel better. but something in you told you that armin just needed to talk, he needed to talk to someone. so he could finally stop running.

"one of the last things my father told me before he left was- he said... you gotta defend yourself son! you're a runt ya hear me? so you gotta work extra hard to make sure people don't step on ya..."

armin scoffed as he raised his hands up and smacked them back down on the steering wheel in disbelief.

"... guess what i did y/n..." he said your name weakly, "...i ran... once my dad left, my mom followed the minute i turned 18, she didn't have it in her to stay... so i ran, and i kept running, the hell else was i s'posed to do?... i haven't stayed in one place for more than a few months for the last three years..." his voice trailed off as you two came upon the familiar dirt road that led to the abandoned race track. you rolled your window down and stuck your arm out, leaning your head against your tricep as you looked at yourself in the sideview mirror.

"armin i'm-i'm very sorry you-"

"every town i've skipped to i've left, i can't make anything last i-i meet good people and i let them go!" he scoffs, "nothing... no one has ever made me want to stay anywhere." the caddy shakes up and down at the irregularities of the dirt road. armin's eyes are faced ahead, one of his hands gripped the wheel as the other fumbled with his necklace. was he nervous?

"but then i met you today and... dammit y/n i'm taken with you!" armin confesses as he comes to a stop at a secluded corner of the race track. he rests his forehead on the wheel and continues speaking in whispers.

"you are... something else. i didn't think i'd make it a week here after i got into that fight with the titans... but then god sent you out the back door of rosie's... all frustrated and annoyed at the world in your little apron..." his voice trailed off as the blush on your cheeks deepened.

"yeah? so you like me huh? tell me about it," you teased, you brought a hand to the back of armin's neck and gave it a loving squeeze. he lifted his head off of the steering wheel, finding the courage to look at you after giving his corny confession. he takes your hand from his neck and brings it to his lips, he kisses the palm of your hand and whispers,

"y/n, you make me wanna stay. i wanna stay for you, everyone else in this town can screw off... especially that old rat miss anna."

the biggest smile creeps it's way onto your cheeks and quickly grows into the hardest laughter you've experienced in your life.

"n-not even... good 'ol j-jeany bo-y h-huh?" you stammered, "silly m-miss anna? ha! i can't believe it blondie!"

armin begins to laugh with you, you two roll around in the seats of his caddy, hands holding onto your stomachs to subside your laughter.

"you're absolutely mad armin arlert!"

"you make me this way doll..."

you two grow silent, you fumble with the hem of your skirt as armin fiddles with the rings on his fingers.

"so that's it? you're gonna let a guy confess his feelings for you then leave him high and dry huh? oh, you're a bad one birdie," armin teases.

"surely you saw my face turn into a tomato armin..." you laugh, "... and i don't think any old bird that wasn't taken with you would let you drive her around like a mad man all day!" armin smirks at your choice of words as he leans in close to you so you could feel his smoky breath on your face.

"so you're taken with me then huh?" you watched as the last bit of sun sparkled around in his eyes, as the evening slowly turned into night, the sky being painted a deep blue. your breath hitched in your throat as your hands tangled themselves in your skirt, thighs squeezing them together tight.

"there you go blondie, makin' a girl all nervous again, would you stop that!?"

"stop what?" he smirks, you watch his earring dangle as he lets out a low, throaty chuckle.

"stop looking at me the way you do! it drives me crazy..." you said, almost out of breath, "...of course i'm taken with you armin. you were the prettiest thing to me the minute i saw you..."

"i guess we're both a little crazy then eh? does jean get crazy with you dove?" his hand comes to meet the soft skin of your cheek, he feels them ablaze under his touch.

"armin... if i'm gonna kiss you again i don't want to hear another word about jean!" your eyes widen in shock at what you just admitted to armin. you wanted to kiss him again. he shines his pearly whites at you with that calculating grin of his.

"screw that bastard, i wanna kiss you more than anything in the world."

armin takes your face in his and runs his thumb over your bottom lip softy, eyes fixated on your mouth. you looked at him with such longing, such need. you wanted a taste of this forbidden love, one that would wreck your relationship with the titans, blacklisting you from town, and throw you to the side as you fell hard for the traitor that flipped this shithole upside down in the first place.

"armin..." you whispered softly and kissed the tip of his thumb.

"what is it darling? use your words."

you removed your hands from their place on your skirt and ran them through his blonde locks ever so gently. he looked at you like you were the only thing left in the world that would keep him alive.

"armin i wanna do it again. please, kiss me."

without hesitation armin swept you into his arms and pulled you onto his lap. you were sat on his thighs while your legs swung over to the passenger seat, your back leaning against his window. you laced your right arm around his neck and used the other to caress his cheek. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, resting his forehead against yours.

"armin..." you whispered breathlessly.

"i know dove, i know."

his tongue licked at your lips gently, wanting to savor every minute with you. your lips crashed into his as you pulled his mouth into yours. your lips fit together like puzzle pieces, made for no one else but each other. doo-wop played softly from the stereo as you two got drunk off of one another's taste, tongues moving in a perfect symphony. armin pulled away from you out breath and eager to please you.

"i wanna try something pretty, just rest your head on my shoulder," he whispered against your lips. you nodded feverishly as you tucked your head into his neck. armin's hand gathered the end of your skirt and pushed it up your legs slowly, bringing it from your calves up to your mid-thigh. you watched with hunger as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth.

"you okay pretty?" armin asks you before he goes any further. you look into his eyes and whisper a mess of yes's and "please," as you brought him back in for a hard kiss. he pushes your head back into his shoulder before trailing his fingers up and down your bare legs, you've never exposed yourself this much to anyone before. you shudder as armin continues to tickle your virgin skin with his fingers. you're a little confused when armin brings his hand up to your face and taps your lips with his middle and ring fingers.

"hm?" you question quietly.

"open darling," you do as he says as armin gently presses his fingers onto your tongue.

"suck them for me pretty," he asks you in a slightly dominant tone. armin's eyes darken as he watches your soft lips wrap around his fingers, innocently licking and sucking at them. like the good little dolly you are for me huh, he thought. he slides them out gently before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. armin brings his hand back down to your thighs, teasing your skirt up a little bit further. he was inching closer to your clothed heat, dripping with lust for him, before your breath stopped in your chest.

"oh armin, i... i've never done anything like this before. i- i'm so embarrassed i-" you stutter bashfully into armin's chest, you hid your face from him in his jacket, much too red to look at him. he shushes you sweetly.

"hey, 's okay, i'm gonna take good care of you alright?" he awaits your response. noticing you're not budging from the nook of his jacket he lifts your chin up so you can meet his eyes.

"i need you to use your words baby, 'm not gonna do anything you don't want," he whispers.

"gosh, i'm red as a tomato armin.." you look at up him nervously, he smiles down at you like you're the sweetest thing he's ever seen.

"armin i-i really want you to take care of me."

armin places one last wet kiss to your lips before coating his fingers in saliva once more, this time sticking his fingers in his mouth, as he begins to trail down to your core. your body naturally arches into him, you've never wanted something... or someone so badly.

your body shudders as armin begins to rub small circles over your clothed clit. you bring a hand to your mouth as you nuzzle into his neck and try to stifle the foreign noises you were making. armin stops moving his fingers as you let out a whine.

"hey, don't hide yourself from me, i wanna hear how happy i make you darling," armin coos as he takes your faces from out of his neck and places a sloppy kiss to your cheek, before leaning your head back against the window so he could have a good view of you.

"open baby," you do as he says.

"suck," you do as he says.

your body begins to respond to him perfectly, giving him exactly what he wants out of you. you swirl him around on your tongue once more before he moves his fingers back down to your panties.

"armin...do it..."

"getting impatient are we doll?" armin snickers before slipping himself under your panties, finally feeling what he's been aching to this whole time. your folds are wet and needy for armin's touch, he let's out a sharp breath when he feels how slick you've gotten for him. you reach a hand to into his hair and tug on it lazily, head too dazed by your dirty thoughts to do much more.

"you're so plump and ready to take my fingers doll," he whispers as he fixes his gaze hungrily on where his hand meets your soft pussy lips. "yes armin, yes, yes, yes, i'm so ready for you. please, take care of me..." you beg as you roll your head back against the window, squirming so eagerly over what little touch armin has given you. armin chuckles before inching one finger into your needy hole. your eyes roll back as your grip on armin's hair grows tighter.

"wow darling, shit, you're very tight," armin slowly circles his finger around, familiarizing himself with your walls before he inches in his ring finger to meet his other one inside of you. your head swings forward and your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation, "oh! armin, that feels really good!" you gawk at the pleasure, your thighs squeezing around his hand. armin admires your beautiful face, all cute and contorted into something so filthy from just his touch. he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, your hips instinctively jutting up into his hands. you're a moaning mess on top of him, with your legs spread all pretty onto his passenger seat. armin's cock goes hard at the sight of you, sprawled across his tan italian leather seats, skirt hitched up to your waist, cardigan coming slightly undone, leaving your print in his car forever. knowing he was the first man to ever do something like this to you drove his fingers to move faster inside of you.

"does that feel good dove?" armin asks feverishly, "do my fingers feel good?" you moan softly against the window, "ngh... y-yes armin." your hot breath fogged up the glass, while you drunkenly nodded your head at the pleasure. you feel that familiar pit in your stomach begin to form like earlier, this was the second time today you were coming undone on armin's lap. armin feels you clench around his fingers as he curves up into your g-spot, your eyes crossing at the new sensation. "oh! baby... i think i'm gonna...ngh, please!"

"go ahead dove, let go for me,' armin whispers into your ear as his fingers ravish your sore pussy. you grab ahold of the wrist that was working at you so intently and squeeze it tight, holding armin's fingers into you as you rub your clit against his palm, hips rising off of his thighs. armin turns your face to him and holds your chin while your reach your high, set on watching your face while you cum. your thighs begin to shake and close on hands.

"armin yes, yes, yes, please, please-fu-oh yes!" your legs shake violently as you came onto armin's hand, your sloppy juices trickling between his knuckles. armin begins to move slowly before pulling out, coaxing you gently down from your high. he wipes your bangs from your forehead, and blows on it to cool you down.

"how was that doll?"

"mm... it was really good," you whimper into his lips as his kisses you so delicately, gentle for you and you only. your knees gather at your chest as you return to straddling him, placing sloppy kisses all over his face. you ran your fingers down his chest before pressing your hands down on his lower abdomen, pushing a low moan out of armin's lips.

"i wanna do you now armin," you mumble bashfully, sticking your head into his neck. he smirks and squeezes your sides lightly.

"what was that darling?" armin teases you, tracing his fingernails up and down your back as you cover your cheeks with your hands.

"i said... i wanna do you now, 's my turn for me to take care of you. i just... i don't know how," you feel heat rising back to your cheeks.

"well, what would you like to do baby?" armin whispers, now running his fingertips up and down your arms. you don't know how to say it. you're so embarrassed and you don't know to say that you'd like to do it with armin.

"g-god armin, i- i think i want you... like that."

"like what?"

this calculating bastard.

"mm armin..." you whine.

"nu-uh tell me what you want pretty..." he looks you in the eyes softly and runs his hands back through your hair, "don't wanna do anything you don't want."

with your arms laced around his neck and your foreheads pressed together, you take a deep breath, "i want you to make love to me armin arlert... please... make me your girl. i wanna be yours completely."

armin's aching cock throbbed at your begging, he could rip your skirt in two and pound into you violently right there, but he wanted to take his time. you weren't any other girl to him. you were a girl he wanted to stick around for, the odds of the world stacked against you, he wanted to cherish every moment you two were connected. so he kissed your forehead lightly and rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks.

"m gonna take care of you okay dove?" your hands went to tangle themselves in his as you gave them a reaffirming squeeze.

"be gentle with me please, i-i haven't done this-"

"i know, okay? i know. i'll be gentle with you always... i'll take care of you always... you won't ever want for anything i'll make sure of that..."

your heart swelled at his words, you crashed into him and peppered his face with kisses, this complete dream of a man was yours. armin caught your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, hands moving slowly down your neck, stopping at your breasts. you grabbed his face in your hands and uttered softly, "armin... it's okay, i'm not as fragile as you think i am... please, touch me." you placed your hands over his and brought them down to your chest, he squeezed your clothed breasts between his hands as his breath hitched in his throat and you emitted a small moan.

"shit darling, you'll be the death of me i swear."

your lips crashed into one another as armin reached down to the belt buckle of his pants and you hiked your skirt back up to your waist. both of your movements were quick and needy, neither of you ever longing for another person this much before. armin took his lips off yours momentarily, a string of saliva connecting your panting bodies as he looked at you, "if you wanna stop at any poi-"

you shut him up with a messy kiss, your hands moved down to his pants to place yours on top of his.

"armin... just take me already," you begged.

armin nods ferociously as he works to release his cock from his pants, you watch with hungry eyes as it smacks upwards against his white top. you take a big gulp as you look at... it. you'd never seen one outside of pictures before, it had a pretty pink tip with little veins trailing up the shaft.

"w-what do i do armin?" you look down at him from your position on his lap with innocent doe eyes. armin pumps his cock slowly at the sight of you so eager to do well for him, that's my girl, he thinks.

"you don't do anything, let me take care of you okay? i'll guide your hips dove," armin whispers lovingly as he places a hand under your chin to get one last good look at the pretty face he was about to destroy. you nodded and placed a wet kiss to his mouth, tugging on his bottom lip as you pulled away. armin brings his palm up to your mouth and gazes at you with dark eyes.

"spit on it," he demands.

"a-armin the whole thing-"

"go on," he pushes his palm upwards to you, you do as he says and let a bead of saliva fall from your mouth onto his palm.

"more."

you take armin's wrist in your hands and push his palm downwards so you have a better angle, you gather all the spit you could in your mouth and let it cover his palm, saliva slowly gathering at the middle where it dips slightly.

"atta girl," you feel your core flutter at his praises for you. you watch as he brings his spit-covered hand down to his cock, and begins to rub your saliva up and down it in slow strokes.

"why would you-"

"it'll help it fit better okay baby? it'll be tight the first time but i'll help you through it," he coos at you, cock dripping with pre-cum at the sound of your innocent voice asking questions. you silently hummed in agreement as he looks at you one last time for reassurance, you give him a devilish grin.

"do it already blondie."

armin takes your hips in his hands and positions you above his crotch, "hold onto my shoulders doll." you do as he says and he positions his cock at your entrance, rubbing the tip up and down your folds lightly. you hug his neck and hide your head in his shoulder as you moan. the vibration of your voice against his neck drives armin mad, he's absolutely crazy for you. you feel armin begin to lower your hips down on to him and you bite into his neck softly.

"you okay?" he asks softly, lifting your head from his shoulder to look at you. he immediately smirks at your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging open at the feeling of just his tip in you. "mm hm," you respond as your hips jut into his.

"wanna do more?"

"mm hm."

"open your eyes doll, wanna get a good look at you while you take me so nice."

your eyes flutter open at armin's request, he pushes your hips down a little bit further and lets out a dark moan at the sight of your eyes crossing.

"m-more, please," you beg, "fuck pretty girl, okay." armin pushes you down to the hilt of his cock and hums in pleasure at the feeling of you squeezing around him completely. your hands move slowly to push his leather jacket down his shoulders, "wanna hold onto you while you move me baby," you whisper as tears pricked at your eyes.

"okay doll, tell me when you want me to move," armin wipes his thumb across your forehead, moving your hair out of your face as he watches you intently, waiting to see your face change from a look of discomfort to comfort, "you're doing so well for me baby, so, so well, okay?" his thumbs rub softly at your hips, "okay? we don't have to do anything yet, just get used to the feeling of each other yeah?" you bite your lip as you nod your head slowly, focusing on adjusting to the size of armin's length. "hey..." he takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger and brings you close to kiss him, "...you're doing so good. let's just stay like this a minute."

"okay," you whimpered, your lips moved slowly in time together, your hands moving from armin's shoulders to tangle themselves in his hair. you sat there like that, kissing each other fervently as you took armin's cock inside of you, letting the stereo play.

"alright ladies and gentlemen next on tonight's top 40 we have "i'm a fool to want you" by frank sinatra."

...

I'm a fool to want you

to want a love that can't be true...

"armin?" you called softly, your head was resting on his chest, you feel his cock twitch inside of you at the sound of you calling his name. he trails his fingers up and down your back, as you let out a deep breath.

"hm?"

"are you... are you scared?"

"of what darling?"

"what jean might do to you?" you felt your lip begin to quiver and felt your voice become shaky, "i know you told me to shut up about him b-but, my heart aches at the thought of you getting hurt..." you scrunch his shirt up in your fist, armin exhales and rests his cheek on the top of your head.

I'm a fool to hold you

Such a fool to hold you

To seek a kiss not mine alone

"well... darling it's inevitable that i'll get hurt, i don't know what he's planning to throw at me... i asked for a fair fight let's hope he gives me one okay?" you sniffled and feel the tears that you'd been holding begin to roll down your cheeks.

"a-armin, you-you're gonna get hurt real bad because of me... this was a mistake, we're stupid for thinking we c-could be together. ar-armin... i was a mistake, i'm no good for you baby... 'm just a thorn in y-your side 'n you kn-know it," you cried into his chest. you cried and cried babbling like a baby while armin caressed you gently.

"you look at me y/n."

"n-no."

"you look at me goddamit!" he takes your chin and forces you to look at him. you were drowning in his blues eyes as he glared you, you feel yourself clench around him as you react to his rigid tone of voice.

"you are no thorn in my side, you're a godsend, a fucking angel. do you hear me?"

"mm hm," you cry.

"do you believe me when i say that?"

"a-armin i-i don't know..."

armin looks at you with heavy eyes, "you are a fucking angel, and you make me wanna stay here and become a better man than i've been. what can i do to make you believe me baby?" he grabs your face in his hands and shakes you, as if he was trying to shake you awake and make you realize that his words were honest and true. you place your hands on his cheeks and look him dead in the eyes.

"you can take me like i'm your angel armin."

armin's eyes go dark in realization at what you were insinuating. his hands grasp your hips tightly under your skirt as he finally begins to move you up and down on his cock. "oh-oh fuck baby!" you whisper into his lips. armin moves your body up and down like you're a rag doll, you begin to bounce on your knees once armin sets the rhythm, his head rolls back into the headrest as he sees you working yourself on his cock.

"f-uck baby, just like that, you're doing a-mazing."

his hands push your hips back and forth, moving your body feverishly on top of him, helping you keep your pace up.

"mm, wanna go faster armin..."

armin's knuckles turn white as he grips your waist harder and lifts you up just above him. you hold on to the back of his seat tightly as armin begins to thrust up into you, your eyes rolled back at the sensation, eyelids fluttering as if you were drunk on the feeling.

"a-armin o-oh my g-god," you moans were broken with every thrust up into you as your body jolted forward. the cadillac was rocking back and forth as you two desperately fucked into one another, begging to release. you trail your hands under armin's shirt and push down onto his chest, "ar-min i-i'm gonna..."

"m-me t-too, d-doll... go a-head a-and cum f-for me a-angel," he pants into your chest. you take his face and make him look at you, you want him to do one last thing for you before you reach your high.

"a-armin?"

"hm-hmph?"

"p-promise me y-you'll b-beat his a-ass..."

armin snickers as he feels a wave of dominance wash over him, he grabs your hips and lifts you up further as he drills into you relentlessly. you choke on your breath as the sound of your moans overwhelm the car.

"you b-better b-believe it baby. y-you're a fu-cking angel. y-you're my f-fucking angel."

the sound of the cadillac creaking back and forth reaches the other end of the racetrack as armin takes you as his girl. you two kiss each other passionately, chasing your high together.

"t-tell me you're m-my girl," armin growls into your lips.

"i-i'm yours armin! ngh! please, i'm your girl!

"you're my pretty girl yeah?"

"y-yes i'm y-your pretty girl armin. 'm all yours, 's all for y-you."

you scream and push your hand up into the ceiling of the car, bracing yourself as you cum on armin's cock, body shaking violently on top of him. armin pulls you down and hugs you into his body tight as he chases his high next.

"m gonna cum darling."

"cum armin, please."

armin whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he holds you to his chest and fucks the last of his cum into you, your bodies thrashing in each other's arms.

I know it's wrong, it must be wrong

But right or wrong I can't get along

Without you

"the time is now 8:35 p.m. cool cats and kittens, that was "i'm a fool to want you," by frank sinatra."

you lay limp in each other's arms, in a comfortable silence as you traced circles onto his chest, awaiting the arrival of the titans.

"any minute now..." you whisper.

"i'll be okay..." armin rubs your back gently trying to console you, he noticed your breathing has gotten uneasy.

"you'll be okay..." you repeat.

your head jumps off of armin's chest as you hear a bunch of cars revving their engines from the dirt road that lead you two here.

"a-armin-"

he smirks at you, "let the tango begin baby."

you tossed yourself back into the passenger seat of armin's car after what felt like hours, your heartbeat already growing stronger. your bring your hand up to your face and start to pick at the skin on your fingers with your teeth when you feel armin take your hand in his.

"hey, i'll be okay, remember?"

your eyes couldn't help but glass over with tears as you watched jean and the titans begin to drive their cars in circles around armin's cadillac, revving their engines, hanging out the windows while screaming and cheering jean on.

"you got this jean!"

"teach pretty boy a lesson!"

"beat barbie's ass kirschtein!"

"kill him!"

you were visibly anxious, your nerves overwhelming your body. your hands were shaking, you were tugging at your clothes, hell, you might even start crying all over again. the glare of the car headlights swarmed around you while you were suffocating, beads of sweat accumulating on your forehead. you looked over to armin who was stoic as ever, showing no signs of emotion, eyes straight on his target- jean. you watched the brown-haired boy get out of his car in his best leather, he never pulled out that jacket for just anything. he walked over to armin's cadillac with an obnoxious swagger to his step, running his comb through his pompadour in confidence. clearly he was given the motivational talk he needed to go through with this.

jean's feet stopped right in front of the car, headlights glaring right on him. you and armin sat, one of his hands on the wheel, the other on your thigh, as you waited for jean to do something.

"alright barbie! let's dance!" jean shouted as he put his comb away, both his and armin's bruises were still fresh from earlier, just two pretty faces stained in purple and red.

"armin, you know you don't have to go through with this-"

"here... hold my jacket sweetheart, keep it warm for me while i deal with this scum," he shrugs his jacket off and puts it over your shoulders. you watched jean's eyes tense with an overwhelming anger as he watched his rival officially claim you as his girl.

armin gets out of the car slowly, black boots meeting the paved raceway. the titans cooed at him mockingly.

"hey barbie! are all of your parts plastic?"

"blondie's got a storm coming!"

armin stood with a straight face, taking their insults like water off a ducks back. he balled his fists at his sides as he walked up to jean, standing feet away from him with a cigarette hanging from his lips. armin takes a nice, long drag.

"alright jeany boy! let's get this over with nice and fair yeah? put your paws up pretty i've got a girl to take out to dinner."

armin throws his cigarette on the ground and stomps it out with his foot. jean's not even looking at him, he's looking straight at you. with your messy hair, lipstick rubbed clean off, the first few buttons of your cardigan undone, jean knew exactly what happened between you two before he arrived. seeing you ravished for the first time by another man that wasn't him made him livid, all of his common sense and knowledge of fair play flying out the window. and of all people... the guy that just got here, what did he have that jean didn't? jean has been trying to go steady with you since the day he met you, you just never picked up on his advances, always seeing him as sweet jeany boy. he thought he was real close to having you, until he showed up. you came to armin's defense this morning, and questioned jean's motives, you made an enemy of jean the minute you pulled his strawberry shake off the table. your ties were cut, and he couldn't care less about you, every bird in town wanted a piece of jean and you got the most slices, you just didn't finish any of them. and jeany boy, if he heard that name one more time he'd snap. god that name made him foam at the mouth, every time someone says it he just imagines it coming out of your lips. his brain nearly exploded when armin started calling him that... and as he watches you through the windshield of armin's car, as you put your arms through the sleeves of armin's jacket, well, that was the icing on the cake for jean.

jean didn't care if armin wanted to tango, because he was about to turn this fight into a whole flash mob.

so jean faked innocence, putting his fists up to his face, mirroring armin's movements, the two running circles around each other.

in. jab. out. duck. in. swing. out. jump.

armin was fast, his feet floating across the pavement as if he was walking on air, he dodged every single one of jean's hits. but jean, boy did his punch have power. you flinched every time his knuckles came close to armin's face, his hands were on the brink of crushing the blonde boy, but armin didn't falter. he has a girl to take out to dinner, he said. your heart fluttered as his words repeated themselves in your head. you snapped out of your dreamlike state when you see jean's body fling backwards. armin had landed a punch.

armin just landed a punch.

it was a mean one too, you hung your body out of armin's car as you sat in the open window on your side, a smile spreading on your face. you didn't think you'd see the day where you'd actually be happy to see jean kirschtein take a hit to his pretty face. you couldn't believe it. jean leaned up on his elbows and spit some blood out of his mouth as he caught sight of you screaming armin's name, a warm blush flooding onto your cheeks. something in him clicked, a switch flipped in his head as he was quick to redirect his anger. jean swiftly jumped up on his feet and began to walk right to you. your face dropped. the hell was he doing.

"hey y/n! you used to be quite the pretty thing didn't you?" jean spat at you as the distance between you grew smaller. you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you pulled the remainder of your body out of your spot in the window, standing your ground in front of jean.

"the hell's that s'posed to mean jean?"

"it means you're no good to me anymore, meaning you're no good to the titans anymore," your eyes watered at his words.

"you're just being downright mean jean!" you cried.

'hey! jeany boy, your fight's with me... leave her out of it," armin pushed jean's back, beckoning him to redirect his energy to him.

"you..." jean's voice trailed off as he pointed his finger angrily at you, "you- you used to be the pick of the crop, the prettiest bird i ever did see!" your nose scrunched up in anger, but it was competing with your quivering lips, trying to maintain your fierce demeanor as you stared jean down.

"...but- ha! you're just used goods now aren't you darling?" you're body flinched as jean's hands grabbed at the collar of your cardigan, ripping the rest of the buttons down, exposing your bare chest to all of the titans, bra clinging to your skin now burning hot in embarrassment.

"jean! what's the matter with you?" you screamed as you landed a harsh smack to his right cheek, you ripped the gold bracelet out of armin's jacket pocket and threw it on the ground in front of you. he slowly turned his face back to you with a devilish smirk.

"what's the matter with me baby? what's the matter with you?" he snickered. you were in hysterics, mascara streaming down your cheeks, chest a bright cherry red.

"hey! daddy-o! is this how you fight like a man? you go and harass the closest bird you see?! you're no man... now get your filthy fucking mitts off of my girl... and fight me kirschtein..." armin growled as he pounced at jean's back, arms clinging around his neck as he choked out your ex-lover gone sour. jean's hands gripped armin's arms, knuckles turning white trying to loosen the grasp he had on him. all the titans looked on in uneasiness at the situation unfolding, you heard jean try to utter something under his breath. but you couldn't make it out... what was he saying?

"n-now..."

your eyes squinted as you tried to read his lips.

"do i-it now..."

do what now? armin... armin! your eyes widened in realization.

"ar...ARMI-"

armin's gaze shoots to your body when you feel a strong set of arms link themselves around yours as the shadowed figure holds something cold to your neck. sliding it across your skin ever so softly, you see a small line of blood trickle down between your cleavage as you realized what was happening.

"i'd keep that pretty mouth shut if i were you... i don't wanna hurt you..."

connie...

"c-connie! you're kidding right?! this isn't you... you can't keep letting jean take advantage of you like this! you've never even hurt a fly connie now let me go before i laugh!" you spat at the boy with the buzzcut that had you pinned to his chest.

"why'd you betray us y/n?" connie's voice softened.

"this gang stuff is silly connie and you know i think that, i know you think that. i'm not explaining myself to you!" you said as you thrashed in his grasp. this boy wasn't gonna hurt you. his grasp faltered slightly, as you both watched the rest of the titans circle around armin and jean, smacking baseball bats into the palms of their hands, flipping switchblades between their fingers. you feel connie's grip tighten around you... almost as if he was protecting you.

“if i let you go y/n then you run straight into the action, i'm sorry but i cant let you kill yourself like that..." connie whispered into the back of your head.

"c-connie... you have to let me go help armin..."

your eyes swelled with salty tears as you saw that armin was no longer in your line of sight, his slender body was overpowered by the titans in their matching leather jackets, bodies tall and dark. you let your tears fall as you twisted in connie's arms, trying to get his grip to loosen.

"AR-ARMIN!" your scream was blood-curdling as it echoed across the racetrack.

"let this be a lesson to you little bird..." you hear jean's voice fester with loathing and jealousy. you blinked tears out of your eyes as you watched the titans slowly make a path way out of their bodies, just enough so you could see armin standing in the middle of the crowd. his arms were up and guarding his face, his feet dancing within the confines of the circle.

"...next time you think about having play time with the enemy, hold this image in your heart fondly...

jean emitted a high pitched whistle through his teeth, signaling for the titans to move in on armin. your eye's clouded with terror as you watch armin's drive stutter, his stance cowering in a fear only you could notice, in that moment a switch flipped inside of you. he said he'd be okay...

he said he'd be okay.

"ARMIN ARLERT! YOU BETTER STAY ALIVE YOU BLONDE BASTARD! YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME TO DINNER!"

armin's eyes lit up as they connected with your teary ones one last time. your heart filled with butterflies as he gave you a bloodied smirk and winked in your direction before the titans crowded his body. a blow landed to armin's back with a baseball bat, his body staggering forward. armin turned and swung his fists left and right, throwing punches swiftly at anything and anyone he could get his hands on, a few of jean's men falling back. your eyes winced as you watched armin's body be thrown back and forth, blood spewing out of the charismatic lips that were once on yours so gently. the hands that took care of you so well were covered in the blood of other men as he took a hold of one of their switchblades and slashed around like he was in a horror flick. armin was beaten badly, you could feel connie wincing behind you, he was never one for the fighting.

"connie... let me go! i have to help him!"

armin was curled up on the ground, eyes swollen, lips busted, biceps battered. you cried violently as you watched blood seep through his white t-shirt. was he gonna die? oh no, no, no. i have to hold him.

"connie... please."

"y/n you know i can't do that..." he responded weakly, all of the blood and violence obviously getting to his head. you looked up at him with desperate eyes, you knew he didn't want to be doing this, he knew it too.

"unless..." your ears perked up at his change of tone, "...unless i just happened to pass out."

"connie..." you looked up at him with gratitude in your eyes, your heart ached for the innocent boy, he was too sweet for jean's antics, "...you're so much better than them."

that was the last thing you said to connie before his hands loosened their grip on your arms and he fell to the ground. wow, he could be the next james dean, you thought.

your eyes snapped to his limp body, as you watched him give you a small wink before going back to playing dead. your eyes fixated on the mess in front of you as you bolted forward without a thought in the world except for saving armin.

god, where are you blondie?

you thrashed your way through the sweaty bodies, your skirt slowly being caked in blood and dirt as you searched for a familiar blonde mop top.

"armin!"

"armin where are you..." your voice cracked with nerves, you didn't even want to imagine how you would find armin, you just knew you wanted to find him.

and hold him.

and kiss him.

you pushed, pulled, and ducked your way through the maze of brawling bodies when you saw him. he was on his last legs, breathing slow, shaky hands barely fending off the strikes anymore, but you found him.

"ar-armin!" you reached an arm out to him as he looked up at you with those beautiful blues. how could they still glow so bright even when he was like this? he smirked at you from his position hunched over on the ground as he coughed up blood, broken hand clutching to his neck. you tried to squeeze your way through two heavy men as he reached a shaky hand out to you. even within the chaos, your eyes were only locked on one another, you didn't care about everyone else out to get you, you just wanted to hold each other's hands. you smiled brightly at him, your face being a pillar a light in the cloud of darkness that hung over armin's head.

"y-y/n..." armin croaked out to you, tired smile on his cheeks.

you were about to be in each other's arms once more, you didn't care if you died in the crossfire, you just wanted to be holding him while the storm swarmed around you.

"armin! a-armin i've got yo-"

your breath hitched in your throat as you felt a sharp pain in your right side, the only thing you could focus on in that moment was armin being only feet away from you.

"Y/N!" your lover screamed your name like his life depended on it.

and he screamed and screamed and screamed for you.

you looked down to see a pool of blood seeping through to the bottom of your skirt.

"a-armin..." you tried to call out to him but he was already crawling over to you. you fall to your knees as you meet him on the ground, both of you doubled over in a pain like you've never felt before.

"shit man! you fucking stabbed the girl?!"

"i-i didn't m-mean to... sh-shit! she-she-she got caught in the crossfire i swear!"

"we've got to get the hell out of here..."

"we've got to move out! everyone head back to the shop!"

"hey, hey, hey, is she okay?"

"i don't fucking know man th-this is crazy, i've never done shit like this in my life!"

"i-i can't believe this... forgive me father... forgive me..."

the voices around you drowned out as you looked into armin’s eyes, you clutched your stomach with your hand, now coated in the slick of your blood. armin’s eyes grew teary as he looked at you. this wasn’t happening, he thought, this must be a dream. he brought a shaky hand up to your cheek as he took deep breaths with you.

in.

out.

in.

out.

armin laid you down, though beaten to the core himself, he put pressure onto your wound as he laid his hand on top of yours. it couldn’t be that bad, right? it was just a switchblade... those don’t cut deep. it was just a switchblade, right? you could see armin’s thoughts racking his mind as you brought your free hand to his face. his cheek bone was turning a deep purple, his eyes were nearly swollen shut, his nose looked like it had been broken, and his bottom lip was oozing blood. you wiped away one of his falling tears with your thumb as he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly.

“i'll be okay... ‘s not that deep...” you comforted him, trying to win power over his intrusive thoughts.

“you don’t look too hot yourself... blondie... do y-you see m-me crying tough guy?”

armin let out a breathy laugh as you picked on him going all soft for you. he needed to be strong in a moment like this. he sure as hell couldn’t let his angel fall, it was too soon for that.

i'm gonna take care of you...

you won’t ever want for anything...

armin’s words of devotion to you crowded his mind, he promised you all of that, yet he couldn’t protect you from a fight that wasn’t even yours to begin with. this is why i leave good people behind, armin thought. look at what he did to you, this was his fault and no one else’s.

“don’t you go leaving town once they stitch me up... armin,” it was like you read armin’s mind, your breathing was growing weaker by the minute, and armin could barely hold himself up anymore.

“my precious girl...” armin whispered to you, the light in his eyes dying as he stared at his bloody hand intertwined with yours. the both of you were pushing down on your stomach, his fingers linked with yours as your blood mixed together. the last of the titan’s straggled out of the racetrack in their cars, engines revving down the street. though there was one shadowed figure that stood a few feet away from you two. armin didn't even have to think twice about who it was.

“take one more step near her... and i'll slit your throat right here...”

jean’s figure shook in the shadows, sobs taking over his body.

“i-i never meant for this to happen i swear on my grave...” he whispered.

“i'll kill you jean kirschtein... do you hear me?... i'll kill you with my bare hands... fucking do so much as look at me... or her... and your life... is... mine...” armin threatened, his breathing slowing himself, with the wounds he was suffering from, there was sure to be internal bleeding. though he was on his last life, since he ran away from his eight previous ones, armin’s blue eyes burned bright in the moonlight as he glared at jean from the shadows.

the sound of sirens could be heard coming in your direction.

“y-you better go jeany boy, the cops are gonna getcha, so r-run... l-like the coward... you a-are...” you spat, blood beginning to drip out of your mouth. you snickered as you watched jean’s body disappear into the shadows, him and starla booking it back into town.

you and armin were the only ones left on the ginormous race track that consumed your tiny bodies whole. his body collapsed next to yours, he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. both of you laid face up, as the night sky encased you two in darkness, the only thing illuminating your bodies was the light of the stars. armin’s hand clung to your side tight, pushing down on your hand with everything he had in him, making sure you didn’t lose any more blood. he wasn’t going to let his angel fall.

the siren’s blare grew closer.

you looked over at armin and laughed weakly, coughing more blood up, the crimson liquid staining the lips that gave armin life, your eyes were still mesmerized by his face though it was beaten to a pulp. my beautiful boy, you thought.

“you s-still love me... when i look like this d-darling?”

“i'll love you ‘till i'm dead armin... which by the looks of it... could be really...”

“stop that,” armin growled, his face turned weakly to meet your gaze, “don’t you talk like that,” his voice was shaky. you weren’t going to die, armin would convince himself that.

the sirens were trailing up the dirt road.

“to answer your question... no i-i never... got crazy like... this with, j-jean.”

armin chuckled at your delayed answer to a question he’d asked hours ago, you two laid in silence momentarily as armin began to feel your cool blood seep out far enough from you that it met his back, he shuddered at the feeling.

“you m-make me crazy armin ar-arlert... so goddamn crazy,” you feel your eyes grow heavy, grip loosening on your stomach slightly. armin began to cry, and you cried with him.

“look at us... look... look a-at what we’ve gotten ourselves i-into...” armin laughs through his tears, “the things you do for love...”

flashes of blue and red cloud your eyesight, your brains rattling at the sight of the police cars bolting around the racetrack. with what strength you could muster, you squeezed armin’s swollen fingers tightly, your blood seeping through the cracks of your intertwined hands. you loved armin, and now you've completely given yourself to him...

your head jolts awake as you hear the stereo in one of the police cars play a song too familiar, almost too perfect for this fucking absurd moment.

Why does the rain fall from above?

Why do fools fall in love?

Why do they fall in love?

the sirens were right in front of you, vibrant lights dancing over your limp bodies, hanging on to the last breath. you and armin knew you couldn’t leave this earth yet. this beautiful, fucked up, heartbreak-filled world. you had one last thing you had to do. then... and only then could god take your last breath from you.

“p-promise me one… last… thing… angel...”

“yes armin...”

“you-you’re gonna let me take you… to dinner...”

you laughed, oh god, you laughed as if you had any breath left in your lungs to do so. your vision grew blurry and your hand lost its grip on your side, as you saw fuzzy figures rushing up to you and armin with stretchers, hands reaching over your bodies.

“and where do you wanna go blondie?”

“i-i don’t know... i heard the shakes at rosie’s are pretty good...”

a/n: woah, i hope u enjoyed reading tell me about it as much as i loved writing it <3 fun fact: this wasn't even supposed to be longer than a one shot! but this fic... i think this fic is my baby. this final part really helped me get out what i didn't even know i had in me. i love her very much so. + if u caught the tiny grease reference in this big mama chapter i applaud u.

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