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soratoninn · 1 year ago

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/ some typa’ way. a. arlert /

tw . . . mature, female anatomy (she/her) pronouns, black coded reader, l word, switch armin, fingering, rough sex, titty fucking, raw dogging, blowjob, dirty talk, pn ( babe, baby ) alcohol, choking, mentions of overstim, (2) rounds, creampie

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your miserable sighs radiated off the walls of the hazy and dimly lit bar. you twirl the callus of your index finger around the crystalline shot glass, thinking rough and hard about not only your life in nursing school but also the affairs in your outside life. you were exhausted no doubt. not only having to stay arm and arm with your work and professors but also having to do shifts at a nursing home to gain experience. you were working your ass off now, but you knew sooner rather than later it would pay off.

a life full of chanel bags, travel, dior, fun, first class, no kids, shaking ass on a lavish yacht with your bestest girlfriends, chauffeurs, and exotic restaurants.

to sum it up, a life you deserved.

but although that was the future and right now the present sucked, you still had things keeping you sane.

those things being those best friends you had plans doing not so classy activities with, the few professors that actually put in the work to explain materials to you after a long lecture, some of your co-workers,

and then last but not least—

your fuck buddy, armin arlert.

an upcoming police officer still undergoing school and training with his best friend, eren. you two had gone to different high schools but were initially introduced your junior year by your friend—christa, who you were also attending nursing school with.

the blonde didn’t have as good a stomach as you did. she couldn’t stomach wounds or even the thought of having to probably stick her hand in a woman during birth to potentially save their life if they were hemorrhaging. which is why you were a bit confused about why she wanted to join the particular field of nursing she did. but you were sure when it came time, she would find her place and not disappoint due to her concentrated and caring attitude.

but enough about christa. back to armin.

to put it simply, armin was sexy. and you knew the minute he got his uniform, gun, and badge, he would be the ultimate panty dropper.

but for now, he was yours.

you both had developed a friendship over time and it gradually got deeper by the time you two had graduated.

the first time you two had fucked, it was completely unexpected. you two were at a varsity college party and unlike your friends that were undeniably fitting in, you two had a much harder time. you had driven your drunk friends to your house and let them crash there. you were catching up with one another and one thing led to another and sooner rather than later you two were quietly and without any experience once however—sharing not-so-innocent touches in your old bedroom.

deciding that you didn’t want your intimacy to end, you both kept it up. beginning to grow more mature and experienced in bed, he slowly learned your body. what you liked, where you liked to be touched, and the parts that he touched that drove you insane. he made love to you soft. gentle. like he had all the time in the world.

never in his life dreaming of hurting you.

and it was nice at first! of course, it was! he treated you like a princess in bed and gave you nothing less than princess treatment. showing you the delights and sweet pleasure of his tongue and the ecstasies he could bring about with just two fingers. he was what anyone woman would want in bed.

but there was the con of him being too damn soft. it was so fun with him and you really didn’t want to ruin it because of your selfish tendencies and wants. you wanted him to be rough with you. you wanted to be manhandled. treated like a whore. for him not to stop until you were a sobbing mess.

you wanted to be fucked.

and you knew he just wouldn’t go for it.

you tried to initiate it once before. telling him to put his hand around your throat and moaning out for him to go harder. faster. and he did go harder, and somewhat faster— making sure his strokes were nice and deep to get you pumped up. but the thing was that his hand didn’t meet your neck once.

“girl, what’s wrong? your vibes been off since we got here!” your friend aliyah asked, and you groaned at her question, grabbing your shot and downing it quickly. “I’ll tell you, it’s that lil piece of hers that got her feelin' some typa way,” your friend, hope kicked in, and you rolled your eyes. you drop your head with a whine and feel your friend's hands rub your back.

“he just won’t. . . he’s so perfect it’s just. . .” you trickle out and they let out a few ‘awes’. “what’s wrong?! tell us everything!” aliyah exclaims taking a sip of her alcohol-infused soda.

“armin. . . he just won’t…” you stop, not even being able to verbally spit the words out. “come on girl! get it out! it’ll feel much better!” hope encourages and you finally feel something snap. “he just won’t fuck me right…” you whisper, and they gasp. before they can jump to any conclusions, you make sure to clear up any speculations degrading armin as a partner.

“no, not like that! he’s really good in bed. like the absolute best! he’s patient, slow, encouraging, and he’s really sweet,” you say, and they tiredly deadpan in confusion. “but… i don’t think i want our sessions to be slow and sweet anymore.” you finish, and their expressions light up. they clasp their hands together with a squeal.

“oh my god! our precious little y/n wants to be fucked like a slut!” you embarrassingly slap your forehead with your palm, feeling all eyes on you right about now. “wellll, have you considered talking to him about it?” hope asks, and you go right back to sulking.

“no, but i’ve tried to hint at it but he just didn’t get the memo i guess,” you respond and they finally begin to understand where you were coming from.

“well, baby, i hate to say it… but a closed mouth don’t get fed. if you want him to do something, you have to tell ‘im. you can’t expect him to read your mind,” aliyah states, and you nod your head in comprehension. “yeahhh, i know. . . it’s just that armin is literally one of the best things that i have right now—“

your friends cleared their throats dramatically and started glaring holes in your head. you sighed before smiling and giggling.

“second best.”

“and i just really don’t wanna fuck it up because of something so small,” you added, and they just smiled. “don’t think too hard on it, baby. i’m sure everything’ll come around,” hope said, and aliyah agreed.

you feel a weight lifted off your shoulder and finally feel able to enjoy your night with your best friends.

as your conversation ended, little did you know a certain muscular dark-brown-haired man was eavesdropping on your every word. he drank his last sip of shirley temple (without alcohol), taking the cherry in his mouth and letting the sweet juice ooze to fire up his taste buds. he threw the stem in the cup and let a twenty lay flat on the wooden bar island.

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a tired armin walked out of the steaming bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his hips and one drying the blonde strands of his hair. he strolled over to the dark wooded nightstand of his apartment and grabbed his phone checking for any notifications.

notifications specifically coming from you.

much to his dismay, nothing. absolutely nothing from you. he sighed before putting it back down. you hadn’t texted him for over a week. we’re you ghosting him? he hadn’t been sure what he had done wrong.

so that’s exactly why he had sent his man bun having friend to spy on you at the bar you occasionally attended with your girlfriends when you had spare time.

and as if on cue, his spying friend walked through the door of their shared apartment. he removed his black hoodie the minute he walked through the door— his prominent v-line and built figure becoming more and more toned by the day from him working out like a maniac to prepare for life in the police force.

“so, how is she?” armin voiced first, and eren took his hair from his elastic hair tie. “looked healthy and alive to me,” eren responded nonchalantly whilst walking to his dresser to pull a black tee from his drawer. while eren had his back turned, armin dropped his towel and took the opportunity to pull on a fresh pair of cotton boxers.

“you hear anything important?” he asked while pulling a white beater from his drawer. the room went silent for a bit as if eren was deciphering something. and then, a light bulb popped into his head.

“actually, yeah.”

armin continued to search through his drawers for a pair of sweat-shorts, waiting for him to finish up with his words. he finally found a pair, putting them on and letting them loosely and comfortably hang from his hips. as armin reaches for his reading glasses, eren finally finishes his sentence.

“something about you not fucking her right,”

eren concludes, and armin freezes.

his arm stopped in mid-air not even touching his glasses. he turned around, meeting his friend's eye with a glare. “that’s not funny, eren,” armin deadpanned. they shared cold eye contact before eren broke and snickered.

“chill out lover boy. she didn’t say that but from what i’ve heard, it was something about her wantin’ to be fucked like a slut instead of all that mushy shit you keep doing.” armin slightly gasped, and his eyes dropped to the floor. he grabbed his glasses and put them on, letting his eyesight enhance.

“armin, don’t take it to heart. she doesn’t wanna ditch you. she just doesn’t wanna fuck everything up by making you uncomfortable. and of course, her being an awkward overthinker and taking the literal worst approach, just like you would— she just started avoiding you,” eren stated, and armin sat down on his bed with a sulk, sighing heavily.

“i know, i know. i just. . .” armin’s hands that rested between his thighs came up under his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “are you comfortable with that? like the whole being rough thing? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you real mad before,” eren asks, and armin moved his hands.

“i’m more than comfortable, i just don’t wanna fuck up and accidentally hurt her,” armin groaned out, and eren smirked.

“think you could hurt her more than her sexual frustration?” armin gave eren a stink eye and before he knew it, eren was laughing uncontrollably like a kid. “you’re an asshole, eren,” armin slightly smiled, and eren fell dramatically back on his bed.

“hey, don’t think too hard on it,” eren remarked at armin’s evident fuzzy expression. “i wanna do it. i’m gonna do it. it’s just that i like some of the mushy shit we do,” armin said, and began to ponder a little on his answer. “actually, I like a lot of it.” he finished and eren snickered.

“well, you don’t gotta stop doing everything you’re used to. really that’d make shit a lot more uncomfortable and weird faster than your head could spin. so just stick with what you're used to but just rock it out as you go” eren replied and armin took in the information. “yeah. you’re right.”

eren sighed before rolling over on his side, starting to get comfortable in his bed. before he could drift off, he uttered a few restless words to armin. “don’t forget. you owe me for making me look like a fucking creeper at that bar.” armin smiled, grabbing a book and a small flat panel book light from his nightstand.

“yup. wouldn’t forget for anything in the world.”

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like always, you were incredible exhausted. you had did a shift at the 7-3 shift at the nursing home and lord knows you were tired. you thanked the heavens that you didn’t take the night shift because you weren’t sure if you would’ve been able to handle all the stress. you get out of your uber, and stride to your house. the house you grew up in, fortunately that your mom let you take while she was away living her life with no kids in jamaica.

you push the key in the door, twisting it and letting the door open. you walk in kicking it shut with your foot and locking it. you throw your key on the silver plate on the nightstand next to your front door. you head straight for the showers at this point feeling dirty and undignified. you felt like you smelled like old dirty must with a mix of musky lavender and old people. it was the fucking worst.

you walk into your bedroom, deciding to go a little more revealing considering you’d be alone tonight (so you’d thought). a black bra with matching panties and a robe. you took your scrubs and undergarments off, throwing them directly into your hamper. you twisted your frizzy hair into twists before sliding your pink butterfly decorated bonnet on. you put

your phone on the charger and rest it on the nightstand— and you wrap your towel around your body.

walking out of your room into the bathroom, you turn the knob of the shower and hold your hand out to check if the water was hot enough. when it was to your liking, you stepped in and automatically began bathing. you breathed out steadily and comfortably at the feeling of the water on your skin. you felt as if you were washing away not only the dirt, but your inner sins. showers like these were always the best after a long day.

you grabbed your rag, getting your sensitive skinned soap off the shower organizer and began lathering your body in it. there wasn’t a thought in your mind at the moment, but there was an unmistakably unsettling feeling settling on your skin.

it was as if your mind and energy from within was telling you something was going to happen. but you couldn’t mind it right now. not when you were so hyper fixated on how good the water against you felt. after about twenty-thirty minutes in the shower and the skin on the callus of your finger took a pruny look.

you wrapped your towel around your body and walked to your bedroom. you dry your body down, and begin to lather up in your shea butter and your method coconut, rice milk, and shea butter lotion that you grabbed off a high shelf from target. taking your bonnet off you take your curls out from the twists, slightly combing them out, but not too much to keep the slight tight lock look. you put your hair up in a loose ponytail, admiring the way the somewhat curls spilled out.

slipping your panties and bra on, you wrap your silk black robe around your figure. you slide your vanilla white fluffy slippers on and grab your phone and charger to ensure you wouldn’t have to move a fucking foot off the coach unless it was to use the downstairs bathroom. walking out of the bedroom, you make your way down the hall and start down the steps.

you walk into the living room and plug your phone up and put it on the couch before playfully jumping on the couch and rolling all the way over to the kitchen. you wobbly and giggly walk into the kitchen, and grab a glass from the bar cabinet. you slightly run the callous of your index finger along the bottles that courageously stood on the shelf. you decide you on an average, but good bottle of red wine.

you pour yourself a glass and open the refrigerator. your eye twitched, simply not wanting anything. but then your eyes fell upon a bag of green seedless grapes, and you smiled in victory.

putting the grapes into a bowl and washing them, you grab your wine and make your way to the couch. you put your drink down on the coffee table, carrying your bowl to turn out the light. sitting down you scroll for a movie or a show, settling for nonetheless the classic, shameless. your favorite porn with a plot. you grabbed the folded blanket on the couch and spread it over yourself.

this was fucking amazing.

you were finally laying back, your feet propped on the comfortable couch watching one of your beloved shows.

you had lost track of time, but all you knew was that it was dark outside and your glass of wine and grapes were gone having fallen pure victim to your mouth. you had dozed off to sleep with the show still running. maybe it was a symptom of working and going to school so much that you hadn’t even recognized that you were even asleep.

but you were pulled away when there was a knock to your door. you jolted awake, and shook the sleep away and let your hands rub at your eyes. god, what fucking time was it? you looked at the tv box surprised as you read 8:45 PM. no fucking way you were going to sleep now.

you stood up and rewrapped your robe, and slid your slippers back on. another knock erupted from the person behind the door and your eyebrow lifted. “just a minute!” you call out and you walked to the door — tiredly forgetting to look out of the peephole. you unlock it and open the door while continuously rubbing your eyes.

to your surprise, it was…

“armin?” your groggy voice is apparent as just having been sleep. “what’re you doing here-“ before you could finish your sentence, all of a sudden you were being shoved into your house. the door shut with the kick of a foot and suddenly your chest was pressed against it. the stupor of tire had fallen right out of you from the surprise. “armin! what are you— oh. . .!” you couldn’t suppress the sound of surprise that fell from your lips as armin suddenly snapped his hips up into you.

he offered you no words of welcome. instead, whispering in your ear; “do you want it?”

his words shock you at the suddenness off all of it. at the same time, you felt like you knew what “it” meant, but at the same time you didn’t. armin had never been this rough with you before. but with all the pent up sexual frustration you had from him not doing you the way you wanted to be did, you felt no reason to say no. in fact, you felt more motivated to get him more worked up.

“yes. . . yes, i want it.” you reply, grinding your ass back on him and you hear him groan behind you. you feel him ease up and you taken the opportunity to spin around and wrap your hands around his neck. he placed his hands on the back meat of your thigh motioning for you to wrap your legs around his waist. his strength coming in handy from him spending various hard working days and building muscles at the gym. his head dropped at your neck, sucking fierce hickeys into your skin.

you sigh blissfully at the feeling of him licking over your pleasure points. “why’re you being so aggressive, armin?” you softly breathe, rubbing your hands into his hair and massaging his scalp just the way he liked. “why’re you avoiding me?” he puts bass in his voice at the word you and you gasp as he bites your neck while violently pushing his hips up into you.

“i don’t know what you’re— fuck… talking about—“ you whisper out in between passionate moans. “tell me what you want.” between the malicious grinding and the nipping at the pleasure points of your neck, you felt your pride bit by bit going out the door he quite literally just came in from. “how do you want me to fuck you, y/n? a closed mouth won’t get fed,” his breath hit the shell of your ear and you let out a whine.

“please. . .” you moan, feeling overwhelmed in pleasure as you begin to work yourself up. “tell me, baby. please what?” his words came out like a command mixed with a whine and you budged. “armin. . . i want you to fuck me rough… fuck, please.” you feel him let out a shaken breath at your words as if he wasn’t expecting you to be so brazenly blunt.

“god, you’re so fucking hot. c’mere,” his command immediately fires and blazes up the candle lit between you two and your lips meet roughly. he walked toward the staircase and carried you at the same time. he pulled away from your lips for a bit, focusing on getting up the steps safely. it’d be a real mess if he lost footing and tripped down the steps with you still in his arms. that would surely kill the mood.

he gasped as he felt your lips kissing and slightly biting his neck, making sure not to leave any hickeys. you could hide your marks easily with makeup or even a long necked shirt under your scrubs. but armin unfortunately couldn’t. not when he was at training or at the gym. so that was a rule that was set between you two. finally, he was up the steps and he walked to your bedroom. he walked in and kicked the door shut with the heel of his shoe.

the minute he did you were already placed on the bed by him. he was already taking his shoes off and socks off, kicking them off to the side. he’d stalk toward you, and look you in the eye before rubbing your chin and jaw. “you sure you want this, babe? i don’t wanna hurt you,” his thumb rubbed over your lip and you smiled. the terms of endearment that you both called each other always made you feel bubbly inside even though you two weren’t in a relationship.

“you have no idea how much i want this armin. i want you so bad,” your hands rubbed over the tent that bulged out of his pants. he groaned before grabbing your hand. he had already knew where you were going with it.

“not like that.”

your hand rested back at your side and you noticed as his eyes were fixated on your chest then at your lips. you were slightly confused on what he was aiming at but then, it hit you.

oh.

his hands rubbed over your shoulder, and he smoothly slid your robe off your shoulders. you tense at the feeling of cold being met with your skin and the hair tickling feeling of the robe being slipped off. when your robe was entirely off of your upper half, his head slowly moved down to your head in a leaning position, and his hands placed themselves on either sides of your cheeks. his soft, buttered lips engulfed yours in a steamy kiss and you feel your thighs begin to tremble.

his hands rubbed the sides of your belly and you moaned into his mouth. his hands slither from cradling your face to your back. his hands maneuver their way to your bra and he unhooks it letting the hooks swiftly fly apart. he only moves away from you when you’re seemingly running out of breath. with another steaming tongue kiss, he moves away from you and stands at his full height. he takes your bra completely off and you shudder from the slight breeze in your room.

your eyes look up to his face, then down to his belt. his belt and pants were in the way at this point. your teeth slightly bite down on your lip and you give him a doe eyed expression. armin always gave you what you wanted the minute you gave him these eyes. your eyes fixated on his belt and your hands followed in pursuit. your hands rubbed the rough strap of his belt while letting your eyes roll up and meet his. keeping eye contact with him, he cracks first and you watch him toss his head back with a groans.

“can i please take these off, baby?” you ask, referring to both his pants and belt. he sighs blissfully. “fuck, yes. please,” he responds and you smile in victory. your hands scramble with his belt buckle, sliding the belt strap out and the metal part out. once the belt was unbuckled, you automatically remove the button from his pants and you slow your pace down a bit as you pull his hard cock from his boxers.

before you could take anymore control of the situation, armin grabbed a slight rough hold of your chin and moved your head up. you gasp and your arms move away from his cock on instinct. “slow down, i’m not going anywhere. okay?” his hand extends to your lip, and rubs your bottom lip. you repetitively nod in response and even you were taken aback by your sudden push into submission.

“talk to me, baby. i need you to use your words.”

fuck, you knew he was good at dirty talking you. he would always guide you through sex. but something about this felt so different and more sinful.

“yes, yes. okay,” you impatiently respond. “please let me touch you.”

armin felt his heart drop at this moment. you were already begging for him and he hadn’t barely touched you. he felt an ominous tingle settle on the back of his neck. it was taking him everything not to just bend you over the bed and take you over and over again until you physically couldn’t take it anymore.

“open your mouth.” you felt your stomach drop at his words. the tingles you felt in your stomach couldn’t be missed. you humbly abide by his command and part your lips, opening up enough so that his cock would fit. his hand tugged your head forward bringing you closer to his cock— which was dripping with pre-cum.

“you know what to do to me baby,” you don’t hesitate as you lick his tip and soon wrap your lips around it. “fuck yes, there you go,” you slowly move your head in, feeling tears prick your eyes automatically. you hollow your cheeks, and feel your head begin to cloud up at the lewd sounds that you two made as you both set a pace. his thumbs roughly dig into your head and he started to snap his hips up, meeting your mouth.

you hands gripped his shirt as you were really starting to depend on breathing through your nose. you felt your jaw begin to sore up and numb a little already from how rough he was being with you. “just like that b—babe, fuck. suck it like that. you’re doing so good f’me.”

armin was in heaven right now. he felt like the luckiest man on earth to see the sight laid upon him right now. your eyes lidded, your pretty hands gripping onto his polo white tee for dear life, and how fucking nasty and sinful you looked. your spit coated his cock in the nastiest way when you gave him head. but he didn’t want to get too lost in pleasure and forget about the tasks at hand. but it was so damn hard to find the courage to tell you to stop sucking him.

finally, after a few more thrusts and a few more gargles, he finally told you to stop. “fuck, fuck, stop.” you stopped the minute he told you to as if you’d been frozen. you pull him out of your mouth with a pop and he lets out a shaky chuckle as he wiped the spit from the side of your mouth. you give him a cloudy look of confusion and he just snickers again. “don’t wanna finish too quick. i still have a lotta other things i wanna do to you.”

fuck, he was driving you crazy. his words. his praise. his everything.

he guides his hands to yours and he puts your hands up to your chest. you already knew where this was going and you let yourself handle the rest. you pushed your tits together and armin admired the blasphemous sight before him.

“you gonna let me use you?”

“yes.”

“if it’s too much, you’ll tell me to stop, right?”

“mhm.”

“are you sure you sure you want this?”

“god, armin please just use me already,” your words make armin snap to realization. he was fucking up again. he had come this far and he wouldn’t dare kill the mood. “okay,” was all he said, before rubbing his cock on your tits. out of nowhere, you felt sudden wetness on your chest. your eyes peer down and— holy fuck.

he just spat on your tits.

he used his cock to spread his saliva all over your chest, lathering you up. he stopped when he was right under your boob, and to your surprise, he pushed right on up. he let out a moan, and your legs snapped shut like a swinging door. your thighs rub together and you whimper, beginning to work yourself up.

every-time he pushed his cock up, your lips were faced with his remaining inches. you could feel it. you were soaking. you were trying to release the tense feeling between your legs by rubbing your thighs together, but to no avail, it wouldn’t get you off. you wanted— no you needed to be filled by him. you needed to speed this process up. thus, this time when he pushed himself up into your breasts, you darted your tongue out on his tip.

the pitch of his moans went up, and his pace increased as he got needier and needier. “holy— fuck, fuck, fuck. . .” he moaned, and you could tell he was nearing the edge. it felt fucking amazing to know you were making him feel so good.

his whimpers were constant and the turns and twists of your stomach never ceased due to the lewdness of your activities. his face balled up and his hands gripped at your shoulders. “fuck. . . no more, no more,” he breathed out and you let your tongue lay flat back in your mouth. you stopped holding your breasts together and his hard cock snapped right back up to his abdomen. the sinful sight of you added kerosene to the fire that was already sparked between you two.

“fuck. turn over. turn over right fucking now.” his command does not slip into one ear and out the other. you immediately turn your body over, spreading out comfortably. you put your ass in the air and turn your head to the right side to catch a glimpse of him for his validation. “there you go, baby. so good f’me,” your pussy clenched at his praise, and his cold palm began to rub all over your body, starting at your asscheeks. he noticed how you sensitively jolted at his sudden touch.

“you must be so worked up. i’m so sorry, baby.” his hands rubbed down your sides before maneuvering down to push your panties down your thighs. you feel a shiver run down your spine at his actions. this position was so intimate to the point you couldn’t even hide from him. but at the same time, you couldn’t imagine running considering how needy he had you. “‘min…” you whimper out his name as he rubbed your thighs— clearly avoiding where you needed him the most.

“fuck, you’re so wet. this all for me?” he asked already knowing the answer. you groan at his question, and try to push your ass back on him. “what do you think, captain obvious?” he grins at your cattiness.

“should i not touch you at all?” you whine in regret, and your lips pout. “please, i’m sorry.” he smiled at your compliance and rubbed lovingly at your sides. his hands trailed back down toward your ass, and he finally let his finger slide between your lower lips. your whole body shuddered and soft moans spilled from your plump lips as he began to slowly circle your clit with both his ring and middle finger.

“fuck, a—armin. . . you’re driving me crazy,” you spill out with a groan as you push yourself back on his fingers. “i know, i know. i’ll make it all go away,” he reinsured softly, but in the most mocking tone. he let himself steady on the bed, towering over you. before you could register his sudden shadow, armin’s middle finger was buried into you with his ring finger slowly coming with it.

your mouth made an “o” shape at the sudden pressure. your surprised moans came quickly.

he curled his fingers inside you in search of the spongy spot that would make you scream for him.

without any surprises, he found it instantly.

“shit— oh shit,” you moaned out as his speed increased tenfold. usually when armin fingered you, he took his time with you to make sure you were fully prepared and to maybe even see if there was anything else he could do while doing it that would get you even more turned on.

but this?

this was rough and done without any remorse.

he was pounding you from the back with his long, slender fingers like a madman. your cheeks were flushed and you were drooling stupidly onto the pillows from your mouth being dropped open from pleasured shock and moans. you cried out at the feeling of armin’s fingers continuously fucking your spot, and your thighs began to tremble.

your mouth felt dry as if you had swallowed sand. but you still felt the need for his validation and permission.

“m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum. armin please let me,” you cry out and he’s surprised at how submissive you were being. he wanted nothing more than for you, his pretty girl, to get what you wanted— which was sweet release. any other time, he would’ve gave it to you without any questions asked. but right now, you bitching about sensitivity before he got to the main course of the night was the last thing he needed.

thus, his response simply being a mean;

“no.”

he pulled his fingers out of you with a lewd popping sound, but that was nothing compared to the audible whine you let out feeling your euphoria that was to come being snatched away from you. you look back at him with a spiteful face, straight mean mugging him. before you could continue, he shut that shit down immediately with a hand around your throat.

“fix your face, y/n. only reason i didn’t let you cum was because i wanted you to do it on my dick,” he states, squeezing the sides of your neck ultimately forcing you back into a clouded and compliant state of mind. “but if you keep it up with this little attitude of yours, i won’t give you anything.” you whined out at his words, not wanting anything to do with the consequences of your actions. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. please armin, i need it so bad,” you babble and armin just smiled.

he leaned down and kissed your shoulder, letting your neck go and you finally let yourself properly inhale and exhale. “since you have such good manners, ill give it to you. okay?” you nod repeatedly, letting out a stream of “yes” and “please”.

with your consent valid in green, he wrapped his hand around his cock, and brought it to your dripping hot sex. he rubbed your clit with his tip vertically, letting out a chilled breath at the way your pussy was already coating him in the nastiest way and he hadn’t even got a taste of her.

“m gonna put it in now, okay?” he leaned down with his dick in his left hand while he used his right to place himself as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “you’ll tell me if i’m too rough or if you wanna stop and take it easy, right?”

“mhm, i will. i swear,” in these moments with him kissing the side of your head and whispering in your ear about how lucky he was to be with you in these moments made everything that wasn’t him and the comfortable cotton sheets under you dissolve into nothingness. it was just you, him, and your bed floating above ground without gravity holding it down.

and you were still floating as he kept whispering in your ear and slowly sunk himself into you. your mouth was dropped open with no sounds coming out as you instinctively focused on the pressure on your lower half. armin was panting out breaths trying hard not to absolutely obliterate you in searching for his own pleasure.

his whisperings of; “i’ve got you,” and “you’re doing so well already,” never ceasing. once he sunk all the way in, he could feel your cunt pulsing and clenching on him. he knew you were trying to adjust, but if you kept this up he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to do what you wanted.

“stop. fucking. doing. that.” armin hissed out. the aggression in his tone masked the neediness that coated him like polish. he slowly moved himself back, before sliding into you. he wanted to go slow with you first before speeding up because he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

now, you were both softly moaning in symphony. you couldn’t deny that you loved this position and the way he was fucking you in it. part of you hated yourself for even daring to complain about the way he fucked you, but you couldn’t deny your interest in trying different things. but you did feel like shit and overall ashamed about the way you went about it.

“m sorry, i’m s—hm! sorry ‘min,” you babble out, slightly stumbling on your words as you could feel him pressing against your spot. armin’s brows furrowed, but his confused face shortly took on a face twisted in blind pleasure. “f—for what?” he asked, kissing your shoulder blade.

his affection made tears prick your eyes and your heavy breaths kept coming out. you kept trying to form coherent words but they all came out pressed together.

“foravoidingyou.”

the chuckle that armin let out came out raspy. his hips continued to grind into you at a somewhat faster rate, but it was still nice and intimate. he swapped with his left hand and used it to hold himself up. he now used his right to wrap around your throat, squeezing the side making your head go airy. your eyes rolled back and your pussy clenched. armin grunted from the pressure.

he used his hand to turn your head and let his lips press against yours. you both breathed into each others mouths intimately. “s okay, baby. don’t think. just feel good.” you listened to his command, nodding repeatedly. he took advantage of your soon open mouth and slipped his pink tongue inside. you rocked your hips back on his, and the wet clapping sounds that filled the room made it obvious what you two were doing.

you two sloppily made out and you moaned as he suckled on your tongue. he pulled away from your lips, before suddenly licking them and your teeth. “focus on me, baby. i’m all yours,” he moaned out, his eyes going doe and his abdomen clenching up.

god, if only you knew he could fuck you like this forever. but much to his favor and his dismay, he couldn’t.

and he wouldn’t.

he moved up, sliding out of you as he stood up off the bed. before you had the chance to whine and beg for him to come back, a hand was being wrapped around your ankle and you were being dragged backwards. you gasp as your ass is met with armin’s length, which he taps on your pussy.

he marvels at the way your pussy was practically drooling on his cock. you were fucking perfect for him. “you’re dripping on me. . .” he lets his right hand find it’s place on your ass while the other grabs his cock ready to put it back inside. you burned with anticipation. you knew what was to come and what sort of treatment he was about to feed you. maybe that’s why you suddenly tensed up. he tried to slip back inside of you, but was shortly denied entry when your tense walls pushed him back out.

“i’m gonna give you exactly what you’ve been wanting, baby. but i need you to relax f’me, yeah?” you nod, still feeling your heartbeat out of your chest. “breathe for me, baby. we have time. if you’re not ready it’s okay. we’re here to be safe.”

you didn’t want to stop. not at all. you ached and it was an ache only armin himself could relieve. you look back at him with one side of your cheeks buried in the bed.

“i need you, please, armin.”

the doe eyed (fuck me) look you gave armin made something in him snap suddenly like a rubber band. suddenly the patient, proper young man his mother brought him up to be flew out of him like a bat out of hell. he gripped your hip and grabbed himself before again, rubbing himself against your cunt vertically.

“you are driving me fucking insane,” he aggressively rasped, before mercilessly sinking his cock into you. the gasp you let out was elongated. he wasted no time pulling his hips all the way back and snapping them inside of you. you let out a hiss and a moan feeling him drag so expertly against your walls.

now, all that ran through armin’s head was what eren told him you said at the bar. his simple and blunt words of; “something about you not fucking her right” played back in his head like a broken record.

and maybe that was why he felt the need to show you just how strong and swift he’d gotten during long days of training and long nights at the gym. he wanted you to feel it. to feel him. and maybe that’s why he didn’t recognize how his pace had increased— fucking you like an animal that had something to prove.

“ah, ah, f—fuck!” you loudly moan. armin hissed at the tensity of your walls, biting down on his bottom lip. his hands slide up and grip your hips to bring you backwards to meet his thrusts.

“min’. . .” you moan out, your hands gripping the pillows strongly trying to brace yourself. something about this type of sex made you feel vulnerable, but you felt so good.

but little did you know, armin hadn’t even made half of an effort yet.

“you’re fucking me—mphm— so goodd,” you pant out and armin groans. “yeah?” he panted out in a raspy voice, not once letting the rock of his hips come to a halt. the fast, wet and loud clapping noises that came from you two were fucking nasty. nastier than they were before when he was fucking you slow and with pure purpose.

“mhm,” you moaned back to him.

his head tilted back with his lips parted as he let out soft moans. his hair fell back with him, and his eyes forced themselves shut as he was grasping in the pleasure. after a few seconds of drinking in his own pleasure, he gained back self control and decided it was time to really make you feel good.

his hair was messy and his forehead began to develop small beads of sweat due to quite the workout he was getting in. his grip on your hips stabled and he’d begin to brace himself for the way he was about to fuck you. because little did you know, the speed and intensity he was fucking with you just a moment ago was nothing compared to how he was gonna fuck you now. he pulled back letting only his tip rest inside of you.

he knew that you probably thought he was gonna go right back to how he was doing you before. but it was quite the contrast because when he pushed in, he was automatically angling at your spot.

you didn’t realize how long your loud moan was until your voice had cut off, not allowing you to let anything out.

he pulled his hips back before slamming into you again and you shuddered at the sensitive feeling of him in your stomach. he kept up with fucking you aggressively with a fucked out flushed face and upper teeth digging into his plush bottom lip. the increased speed and impact of his thrusts had you sobbing crocodile tears in fat globs.

“baby, s’ too deepp. . .” you cry and sniffle into the sheets. you felt the wind being knocked out of you from every push of his hips. you had no fucking idea what was going through armin’s head right now and that scared you. but you couldn’t lie that it made you wetter, which gave him all the more access.

“take it. i know you can.” his words make you whine, but you never would’ve expected that his response to your brattiness would’ve been a hard palm coming down to brutally slap your ass. you sobbed loudly, your mouth sputtering apologies. your cries fell on death ears as armin continued fucking you with no remorse.

instinctively, your hands went behind you to push at hips to try and slow him down. “move your hand.” your attempts failed as armin gripped both of your wrists in his left hand while his right roughly clapped down on your ass. you tried to pussy out and run away from the pleasure, but armin at this point was sick and tired of your shit.

he spanked you once, before once turned into five times. he groaned as your ass jiggled back in his palm and he left your bottom stinging and red. “stop fucking running,” he started, his tone husky as he growled listening to you sob and moan out in pleasure into the sheets.

“why do you never listen to me? do i treat you too well?” you shook you head no repeatedly, not being able to form words from how perfectly his tip rested against your spot. your legs were shaking and you were sure how long you would be able to take him like this.

“y/n,” he called out your name, and he had felt you clench on him.

you were going dumb on him a little too soon for his liking.

“open your mouth and talk.” your lips quivered and you forked over the first response that thankfully spilled into your head.

“i’m sorry. i’ll be good. i love the way you treat me, armin.” if armin wasn’t red before, he was definitely now. “then let me make you cum. please, baby. i’ll make you feel so good,” he meant for his words to be slightly dominant, but they only came out in a whiny tone and you nodded, sniffling.

“o—kay.” he let you catch up with your breath, before pulling out halfway and pushing back in. he gripped your wrist behind your back with both of his strong hands to help you meet his thrusts. his veins were bulging out of the back of his hand while he grabbed them. his pace increased and you were sure passersby heard not only your moans, but his too. the bed kept hitting the wall, possibly even putting a dent into it.

“armin, a—armin!” tears kept spilling from your face and you felt your orgasm about to roll in. “y—yes, baby? fuck— you feel so fucking good,” his praise made you moan out and clench his cock. “cum— i’m gonna cum!” he whimpered in response, feeling his abdomen begin to swirl with a tingling sensation he was all too familiar with.

“m. . . me too,” he whispered, panting out. he was swearing under his breath, saying how good you were making him feel, and how he felt so lucky to be with you like this.

with another thrust of his hips and more words of praise, you had came with a cry and scream of his name. you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and your knees had given out. thankfully, you had a caring man behind you who immediately wrapped his arms around you. he held your waist up to fuck you through your orgasm. he leaned down and pressed kisses to your shoulder.

he was moaning close in your ear, his heavy breaths for air kissing your ear. “m so close,” he moaned out, and your walls involuntarily clamped down on his cock. your teeth bit down on your lip and you whimpered at the sensitivity. but you wanted his validation more than anything right now. “s okay min, you can use me.” he moaned back at you in response and he could feel your legs shake under him.

he knew you were sensitive from your recent orgasm and the last thing he wanted to do was cause pain for you. “t—thank you, baby. thank you so much. i. . . i’ll be quick. i promise,” he babbled in your ear, and you were still hazy from how hard euphoria had hit you. you tried not to focus on the raw stimulation as armin continued to drill himself into you.

he was a moaning mess in your ear, and you knew he was bound to cum soon from how sloppy his thrusts were.

everything armin did was done with precision and was always thoroughly thought out before he carried it out. but when armin was about to release, it was a side that not even he himself knew he had.

“agh, fuck!” he whimpered and he was right on the tipping edge. he continued on for a few moments until he finally pulled out and after stroking himself, he finally busted. he came on the stinging skin of your ass. he was trying to be careful to not crush you with his body weight.

you both took breaths for air trying to catch up with the session you two just had. he was the first to catch up and he rolled over to lay next to you. he let his arms wrap around you, pulling you into an embrace. he rubbed your bare back and you sighed into his touch. “that was really. . .” he started and you smiled.

“fucking amazing,” you both finished and you looked at each other with widened eyes, startled. you both laughed and you snorted, causing more laughter to emit from you two. once the laughter died down, you both looked into each others eyes, and he moved a sweaty piece of your hair out of your face.

“you look so beautiful. you always do,” he said with a blush on his face, and a toothy smile paints your face. you lean in and press a kiss to his forehead, then to his cheek, and finally to his lips. it was funny how he had just literally obliterated your insides and now he was cuddled up with you while rubbing your back.

“thank you, baby. you treat me so well.”

his face was still flushed and you found it to be normal. well that was until he started to look away from you and avoid eye contact with you. your hand went to his cheek and caressed it with your thumb. “min, what’s wrong?” you ask, genuinely concerned.

“i. . .” he started, and he looked at your smiling, encouraging face. due to that, he felt less insecure telling you what he wanted from you. “i wanna go again.” his words stun you a bit, and he automatically takes it as a no. “m sorry, m sorry. i’m so greedy for asking that,” he apologizes repeatedly, and you immediately snap him out of it.

“no, no, you’re good. i promise. just— can you get me towel or something to wipe off the. . . y’ know…” he nodded as he got up and you admired how strong he’d gotten. his chest and legs were toned, his abs were coming in, and his calves were looking strong too.

he went into the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel off one of the metal hooks. he walked back in and sat back on the edge of the bed. you turned over and his hand gripped the towel as he wiped his own sticky substances off the curve of your ass.

he balled the towel up before tossing it into the hamper— ultimately making it. he smiled in childish victory watching you move back to rest your head in the pillows. he chuckled, laying his palm flat for stabilization as he climbed on top of you. he kissed your lips lovingly, and your hands found their place on either sides of his cheeks. your inner thighs found the sides of his hips. he pulled away from your mouth slightly— but overall, he was still close. a sloppy wet sound emitted from your mouths.

“how do you want it?” he asked, panting against your kiss swole lips. in this moment, you wanted him to be closer than ever to you. you wanted him to be slow and to treat you like delicate glassware that would break by one small irresponsible touch. you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck trying to bring him closer to you. when you parted again, he was blushing against you and you could definitely feel his cock hardening against you.

“i want you to be slow, please?”

“yes!” he says louder than usual, and when he realized the height of his tone, his cheeks took on a pink hue. “yes of course.” he said that im a more regular tone and he toothily smiles at you, leans his face to the side, and kisses you smoothly. he behaved like a man who had just hit the lottery. although he had just came to find out he enjoyed fucking you like a man who had lost his morals, he loved fucking you slowly and worshipping every last part of you.

“ready?” he whispered in your ear and he put his face in your neck, licking the side of it. “mhm, yes,” you moan out as he started to suck deeper bruises into your neck. your body shivered intensely in anticipation. he kept his face hidden in your neck. the inner thighs that were just resting on his hips turned into your legs being wrapped around his slutty waist.

you could feel his tip sliding up and down on your clit. you let your fingertips play with the locks of his hair and massage his scalp as he slowly slid himself back into you. your lips part from the blazing stretch.

“fuck. . .” you both whimper in sync. when he bottomed out inside you, you were a whining mess. you were still a lil sensitive from your previous orgasm and feeling him twitch inside you left you with a feeling of fullness and euphoria.

armin knew that all the feelings you may have felt at once may have been overbearing, so he kissed your forehead lovingly and dipped his head to your ear. “doing so good f’me,” he moaned in your ear and your top teeth dug into your bottom lip in response.

“you feel so good. . . i could stay inside you forever,” he whispered, and you moaned back at him in response. “g—goddamn baby. . .” he whimpered and when he confidently pulled his hips back and snapped them up, you could feel your resolve crumble bit by bit. you felt ashamed each time he would fuck inside you and talk to you in the dirtiest ways because of the way your pussy would squelch— ultimately talking back to him.

you had truly felt whole with him pressing kisses to your head, him whispering how proud he was of you, how lucky he was to even be within an inch radius of you, and how good your pussy felt. all the intimacy mixed with pleasure was too much for you and you knew your neighbors fucking hated both of you.

there were four words to describe how you felt in these moments.

loved.

cherished.

respected.

comfortable.

never once had you felt neglected by armin and it was insane how one person, a man at that, could make you feel so valued and precious.

you felt a tear spill from your eye at the overwhelming feeling of him fucking you so good. “i feel so good, armin. . .” you whimper, your hands struggling to find their place before settling on his back. you were trying to be careful not to mark him up, but you just couldn’t help it. your nails dug into his back before you knew it. but to your surprise, he just moaned in response. “i love the way you make me feel— ah!” a sharp gasp emitted from your throat as you were cut off by his cock sitting right at your spot. your eyes had widened up and armin grinned.

bullseye.

he had snapped his hips back up as if he was teasing you and it was no surprise when your nails gripped him harder and a noisy moan escaped you.

“right there, baby?”

you couldn’t even sweep up a response as you were left speechless. your eyes were halfway shut as if you were high and he could tell you were left in a feeling of euphoria that was hard to process. you were trying to speak, but all that was coming out was nonsense, whimpering and whining. he couldn’t help but feel bad for you as tears began to feel your eyes and your legs shook around his hips.

he kissed your lips and made a frowning face. “awe, ‘s okay, baby. i’ll make it feel better,” he says as he nods his head somewhat mockingly. but damn did he live up to his expectations and make it feel better he did because right after he said he would, he chased the spot down effective immediately. “oh— fuck!” you moaned, your back arching up into his chest. if you thought the noises of your pussy were embarrassing before, you were utterly mistaken because these noises were just downright nasty.

he was beating your pussy up raw and all you could do in response was just lay there and take it. “oh m’ fcking. . . mphm, fuck!” as you moaned, your mouth hung open pathetically and armin took the opportunity to suckle on your bottom lip, occasionally biting it. if only you knew how good you looked taking him down like this. although his pace increased, his gentleness and the intimacy he provided didn’t cease once however. once he stopped sucking your lips, he started kissing all over your face in places like your cheeks, forehead, chin, and jawline.

once again, the feelings of his love begin to swell in your heart. his lips fanned your ear as he whispered the nastiest things you had ever heard in your life. such as; “i can never get enough of this pussy, i swear.” your nails drug down his back the harder he went and the more he whispered in your ear. you felt your heart jump when you heard him hiss in what you assumed was pain.

you knew nine times outta ten, you drew blood from him. “m sorry,” you cried out, tears spilling from your eyes, and armin could’ve melted from your cuteness. you were too fucking adorable.

“its okay, baby. i know you can’t help it,” he whispered, kissing the side of your lip. he sat up, sitting on his knees and grabbed your hips to drag you forward. your bit the inside of your cheek at the feeling of him ultimately dragging you down on his cock. but he looked in you in your eyes as he readjusted himself inside of you to fit snug against your spot. through your teary eyes, you could see him grin.

“does that feel good baby?”

you swore— the audacity of this motherfucker.

he had your legs twitching uncontrollably and you were practically reduced to a whimpering mess. then he had the balls to you a dumbass question such as that. of course it felt fucking good. but you wouldn’t— no more so you couldn’t open your mouth to speak against it.

when he pushed forward with his tip punching right at your spot, your walls spasmed and you clenched his cock. his teeth grit at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in as if you were trying to milk him for all he had. you were nonetheless reduced to a dumb mess. you could feel your pussy leaking a mess onto the sheets below and the sticky slick that emitted from the both of you made him slip in so fucking easy.

your vision was blurry as armin kept fucking you. his fingers dug into your hips as he rocked you back and forward to help you meet his thrusts. it was safe to say that he was using you like a sex doll, but there was still him now moaning compliments. you were sure the entire block you lived on had an idea of how good your pussy was.

the man on top of you looked so fucking good. his head tilted back. his mouth dropped slightly open with the prettiest sounds coming from it. his head dropped as he looked at you. he let his left hand take control of your hips impressively as his right hand was now used to rub your bottom lip soothingly. he dropped down to lean his face closer to yours, and he began to fuck you much deeper. your tongue hung from your mouth disgustingly as you could feel the release you were waiting on.

his hips grind into you in the sexiest way possible. you couldn’t believe how good he had gotten at this. his tip knocked against your cervix and you moaned. “a—armin, i’m gonna— oh, god.”

armin knew what was gonna happen better than anyone. so instead of letting it break his stride, he let his thumb hook into your mouth and like a slut, you sucked on it the second he slid it in. he smiled like someones proud father and took it of your mouth. he stopped for a moment, letting you breathe. his left hand now left your hip and he sat up once more, towering over you. he let his hand wrap around your throat and squeezed it tighter than what he did previously. “is that too tight?” he asked and you cutely shake your head no.

“‘s just perfect, ‘min.”

he blushed, and slid himself back into you. you moaned loudly the minute he put it back in. it was like he was an expert at automatically finding your spot. it was insane the way he knew your body and its routes. he could tell he had surprised you when he put his spit soaked thumb on your puffy clit because when he did, you screamed and clenched him nice n tight.

with his thumb rubbing tight circles on your pearl and the hand on your throat experimentally squeezing the sides, you were seeing fucking stars. you knew what it was the second you started seeing white lines cloud your vision. you were about to cum, and you couldn’t even verbally tell him. armin could tell you were though because of the way you were trapping him as if you wanted him to knock a son into you. your toes were wiggling dumbly in the air and your eyes rolled back into your skull.

and just like that, you came. but what you didn’t pick up on was that this release was different from others because the minute you came, you loudly moaned three words that would change your relationship. words that a normal person would want to tell someone over a nice dinner.

you didn’t expect to yell so suddenly;

“i love you!” as your head was in the clouds.

but what was also unexpected was that the minute you said it, armins crumbled and came. he had spilled one right inside you and you couldn’t complain. when you had realized what you said, your eyes had widened like you had seen a ghost.

armin’s cheeks were pink like he’d been sunburnt as he was catching up with his breaths. sweat rolled down his forehead and down his body, and as if he was in a fitness commercial, the pearl of sweat rolled down his abs. he looked too damn good as his glow started to come in.

you both were looking at each other lopsided and stupid. both of you blinking dumbly as if he didn’t just batter your guts up.

you were the first to break the silence with a; “armin, i—“ but before you could finish, armin cut you off. “did you mean it or was it like some. . . in the moment shit?” he asked and your eyes darted to the side. “i won’t be mad with you either way, y’know—“

“i meant it,” you rush out nervously. you feel your cheeks heat up nervously and a flush of heat coat your body. the nervousness made you accidentally clench his cock and you both hiss at the sensitivity. his cock was beginning to soften inside of you and he bit his lip. “imma take it out now. ‘kay?” you nodded and braced yourself for the nasty feeling. he slowly began to pull out of you and you shivered. it was uncomfortable, but there was still a slight quiver in your lower belly.

the second he was out of you, he pulled your body into his giving you kiss after kiss. “fuck, you don’t know how happy i am to hear that,” he says and you smiled. he lay his head atop of yours and pressed a kiss to your hairline. you hear him sniffle and you gasp.

you grab his cheeks and pull him away from your hips. you were surprised as his salty tears landed on your face. “armin, why’re you crying?!” you in a slight panic. he chuckled and dropped himself to your side. you pulled him closer to you and rubbed his scalp. “i don’t know. . . i’m just— so happy,” he continued to laugh and you smiled. he was so adorable. his arms closed around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. you felt like he was squeezing the air out of you, but you couldn’t complain. it was kinda comforting in a way.

after cuddling for a little, you both had decided it was time for you to pee, and a well needed shower for the both of you. as he sat up, he stretched his muscles and you let your head sit on your palm as you enjoyed the show. you couldn’t help but feel bad at the nasty cuts starting to form on his back.

but oh well.

at least people would know exactly who he belonged to.

“hey, you never said you love me back,” you mention, tapping your lip. he chuckled, letting his fingers comb through his hair leaving him with an effortless sexy push back look. “oh, oops.” he shrugged his shoulders with a smug grin and you let out a dramatic gasp. “asshole,” your hand fell on your heart with an offended look on your face.

he rolled his eyes sky high and you gasp again before throwing a pillow straight in his direction— to which he of course caught. he tilt his head with a cocky smirk.

of course you found his expression hot as fuck though.

armin laughed before getting back on the bed and scooping you into his arms. he tickled the sides of your stomach and you giggled. he showered you in kisses all over your face and he was so damn swift you could barely meet him with half of them. he stopped and you two maintained eye contact with smiles on your faces.

“i love you too, y/n.”

butterflies pooled in your stomach and he kissed your forehead.

“so when am i taking my pretty, sexy, n beautiful girlfriend out?”

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Team Bonding: JJK students x reader x sukuna Part 1

- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more.

- Premise: Characters are (18+) (Reader is 21) Jujutsu College au where things are the same but they found yuuji/He ate the finger at 18/+ the start of college.

- Yuuji “came back” after two months of “being dead” and you’re in charge of the training for today for the kyoto sister event.

- Sukuna switches with yuuji in this and chaos ensues :/

Edit: I reread this a month later and guys oh my god. i wrote these time patches of time, right after hitting the rig, and then blacking out after a few paragraphs im sorry ill actually write this time.

You were coming back from a mission that took about 2 weeks due to traveling and tracking down a spirit as the higher ups were testing your Light Manipulation. You know it was hard for everyone the death of one of the freshmen, now you look after Nobara with Megumi.

You’re the only 3rd year and they all knew you loved your pride. Something about being the “oldest” (since the seniors are all granted weekly missions.), the authority that just made looking up at them, was just an excuse to point your nose up high, and only got depressed for a /day/ when you found out Kamo was 5 days older than you.

You’re like an older sister or mom to them, with a few exceptions. The days were leading up to the Kyoto sisterhood school match, while everyone was meeting up to train, Gojo introduces Yuuji back to everyone.

You’re all shocked to say the least. Gojo was acting normally the whole time, that bastard. “(Y/n)’s in charge of sparring today. I’ll come back later with Shoko in case Yuta’s too tired.” He teased at his baby cousin before he left. He was probably referencing to take it easy pn yuta, he probably beat his ass showing him a new technique.

You ignored him yet again and started to pair everyone up. “Nobara and Yuta, Panda and Maki, Toge and Megumi,” leaving you with Yuuji. “We’ll take it slow zombie.”

- Into the match you cursed, “Shit- he’s so durable.” But you loved that. You threw yourself back and used your fingers to catch and push yourself away from Yuuji’s next punch. “He’s a close range fighter, too.” You feel like you found your match in terms of adaptability.

You fix your stance, both legs balances one in front of the other, knees bend, your body lowers and fingers and knees bent, ready at any time to change from offense to defense. You find his eyes again and don’t dare break contact as he’s fast. Faster than you, a blink could be worse than a misstep.

This was new as you always held yourself back from seriously harming your classmates. That pride doesn’t come from nowhere. Your favorite sparring partner is Todo, because he can get close and handle/not hold back punches.

It felt like you were getting beaten with respect, not like what I want to do to my underclassmen. What good would they learn from losing a time from sitting in the infirmary so often? But this was different.

You felt like you were fighting Maki on drugs, or with cursed energy, and was face to face to Yuuji, as he pinned you down. He was almost like Todo, but you couldn’t read him since you just met.

“Where’s your pride now?” He had enough of your poking and prodding. No warm welcome, not even a nice reaction from his friends. But he knew it was serious to you, so out of respect, he’ll follow suite. He’ll show off what he learned in his training with Gojo.

“Shut up Cannibal Corpse.” You teased back, smashing your forehead into the T of his face, hoping he’d be able to take it.

He backs and stands up, hand covering his face. He stopped in a way to let you know he needed a second. Blood coming from his nose? Or his mouth?

“Oh shit, are you okay?” You stand up too, turning to yell for your medic. “Yuu-“ You’re thrown back by the scruff of your collar landing on your shoulder, butt and hands, scratching them.

“Woah, dude, look I’m sorry,” You huff, rubbing your scraped skin as you slowly stood again. “I thought you could handle it.” You tried to ease the tension, coming close to him to see if he was alright.

He doesn’t look at you, but you feel an energy forming around him. You didn’t know what this could be, his cursed energy? Why does it feel so suffocating?

“(Y/N)!” Megumi tries to get his shikigami to get you out of his proximity but they were slaughtered in a a blink of an eye.

“What the hell was going on, where is the enemy?” You quickly looked up and down, about to grab Yuuji and run.

But your face was cupped so hard your chin could’ve snapped. Pinkie was looking down at you with cold eyes. Why were you letting this happen? You were in charge, you’re the oldest. You don’t resist but give a look of what the fuck back to him.

“Sukuna! Let her Go!” Megumi screamed. The other students semi surrounding you both.

“She’s so fun, though.” Yuuji cocks a smile, your brain still trying to make sense of what’s happening and who was really in danger here. You glare harder at him, knowing if you struggled, he would like it, and that it was cause you more pain. You couldn’t freak them out anymore, you’ve gotta get this under control.

“Tell you what, since /I’m/ the oldest,” He gave your cheeks a squeeze. “I’ll take over this bonding sparring whatever ur stupid sensei said. Putting a woman in charge… ha! I’ll show you a type of bond you all can share.”

He tears off the front of your shirt, holding your body closer, but you still say nothing but feel hate for him. Trying to humiliate you in front of your classmates, like you’re not in your sports bra most of the time. It didn’t bother you that you were semi exposed, you knew you looked good, but what was the reason?

Everyone started to yell and tell him to stop, ignoring the embarrassing sight Sukuna tried to use. Of course they didn’t care about your body, they had to figure out a way to separate you both carefully. You turn to face your classmates.

“It’s okay guys, if he wanted me dead he would’ve killed me by now.” You shoot your eyes back and look glare into Sukuna’s eyes, not the same bright, round eyes you first saw before anything else. You look harder.

“Yuuji’s still in there somewhere.”

Sukuna laughs. “You guys misunderstand. I said I’m in charge,” His other arm that was holding your torso back starts to move down the curve of your body, stopping at your outer thigh and squeezing roughly. “Todays lesson is, endurance. This one here,” He holds you up by your neck, as you’re trying to use your upper body strength up get higher, to get some air but his wrists alone are strong enough for him to pick u up easily. “will stomach all I will give her.”

He brings you back down, coughing for air as licks a tear from your cheek. He reverts his eyes back to your helpless friends. “Your part now is to endure, all the way til the end, then my game can start.”

You honestly couldn’t care what he was talking about, you could take whatever ridiculous match he has set up but to involve your mates? it wasn’t a sense of pride anymore but of respect of your friends. You just met this prick, the only thing stopping you from beating his ass to hell is that you saw their reaction about his supposed death. You didn’t want to be the real reason this time, well could you?

If worse comes to worst, you should be fine. You could take a beating, you had no problem being fought by a special grade curses and even showing off before Gojo gets here. Once you get out of his grip you can get everyone to attack. You’re the only thing in the way though you wouldn’t mind being taken with him if it comes to it. how heroic would that date be.

“Interrupt at all, even think about it, and I will end them, you, then anyone else I can find after.” He says to no-one. The parasite everyone was so on edge about needed a moment to breathe?

He huffs for a second, you thought there was a light in his eyes as he tried to let you go. You soften your look when- “Ah ah ah.” Sukuna takes over again, pinning you back to him, his other hand clapping around your neck. “I said I’d end them, and then you all.” He repeats to Yuuji. “Just shut up, watch, and then I’ll go away. It’s so boring being cooped up in this brat all day.” In all this, Yuuji’s trying to fight back? He can see this? Was anyone going to tell you what the fuck was going on. “Id rather be in this one instead.”

You felt the energies around you shrink down, though, agitated. It seems they knew about what was happening to Yuuji and seeing them scared like this wasn’t really a good sign for you. They can get scared of course, but all of them? Together like this? This was not how you wanted to traumatize them, what would they learn other than powerlessness?

“Let go already, you’ll leave a mark on my neck.” You choked out.

“You don’t have the brains to worry about that after I’m done with you.”

You roll your eyes at him earning a slap. You fell the ground shake and your friends winced at the sound. “Fuck-“ You shot up from the ground holding your steering hot cheek, right before he kicks you back down, leaving you sprawled and confused at the assault.

You haven’t been hit like that in years. Tears weld up in your eyes and you choke on a memory that’s created this boastful monster.

Sukuna frowned, “I thought you were tougher than that. Maybe this won’t be as fun as I thought. I knew I should’ve started with the short girl over there.”

You spit at him. “Don’t touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.” You blink to clear your vision and suppress the overwhelming memory. You glare at him before finding Nobara’s eyes. If they were 2+ years younger than you, you’d joke that they’re just a kid, but Nobi, your new baby sister,Like hell you’d let anyone make her feel how you felt. She was tough like you, even tougher you thought, because of how different you were, but still ended up similar.

“Tell me have any of you tried her out yet?”

You could only look out to see your friends gritting their teeth and weapons. Panda speaks up, “She’s our best fighter.” Hoping to lead away from this devious situation. You’ve already fought them all, and won. Is kuna trying to piss you off more? You ignore his assaults, the unfamiliar hands now controlling you.

“That’s just perfect.” He pulls your hips to connect to his, and your heart stops. You can feel it.

You actually freeze this time. Is he actually going to do it? You’d rather be beaten half to death or even to death, but how hard he was behind you, it birthed a black hole in your stomach.

Your body goes limp, unconsciously submitting to him, your eyes fall, not being able to look at anyone else. Will he be quick, will they fight for me? Is this what he really wants? Or is this just the start?

He picks you up and drops you to your knees painfully, still holding onto your collar. “Don’t try to run unless u want all their heads stringed together.” He says to you.

Everyone else watches, clutching each other or their weapons tighter, trying to think of a way, when they can go in, or if they even see when Gojo was coming back .

Grabbing your chin and lifting it up, he looks down at you and smacks you again. Your ear is on fire. The strike of his finger felt like a whip onto the side of your face. He hits you again, then again, and again.

You huff, picking yourself up slowly each time. If you didn’t, he’d step on your fingers, almost trying to grind the bones inside.

Sukuna raises his hand as you stare down and with this one, he sends you to the feet of Toge, Yuta, and Panda.

They look down at you, mixed feelings of guilt, anger, sorrow,. You speak to them through swelling cheeks, “Don’t worry you guys, I’ll be even stronger after this. Get ready cause next tim-”

Sukuna comes by and grabs you by the hair, dragging you to back to your original spot, tears and blood now messing up your face.

“You look so stupid right now.” He sneers. “You should see yourself.” At this point you were exhausted from holding yourself back from beating the shit out of him.

“Everyone,” He raises his voice for an announcement. “take your phones out and take a picture from your favorite parts of the lesson, okay?”

He tilts your head towards his, takes out Yuuji’’s phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of you both. *click*

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