A young Armin finds himself infatuated (or rather obsessed) with an older Hermione Granger.
A dark play on my fanfic “Night Changes” (linked in the pinned post on my page)
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Tags: Coercion, Non-con, Sexual Coercion, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Obsession, Age Difference, Older Woman/Younger Man, Black Hermione Granger, Asphyxiation, Not Romanticized, Not Romance, Masturbation, Daddy Kink, Delusions, Dom!Armin Arlert, Dark Armin Arlert, Manipulative Armin Arlert, Emotional Manipulation, You Have Been Warned
Please Read Author’s Note at the end.
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A 15 y/o Armin “crushes” on a 20 y/o Hermione.
Despite being taller than her, Hermione still treated him like a child.
Granted, she did always make sure to give him the respect he deserved.
She always reminded him of the feats he’d made with his intellect and his athleticism. And though he was only athletically proficient at best (in comparison to his comrades), he was definitely better than Hermione and she made sure to remind him of that.
And despite being five years his senior, she always talked to him like an equal, like someone with legitimate ideas and valid wants and needs.
But when she would rub the dirt off his cheek or pat his head cutely, he couldn’t help but feel a bitterness grow.
She still sees me as a kid - like a cherished little brother or a favorite student of hers.
Sure, her eyes held a certain love when she looked at him- but he wanted more.
He wanted to see her doe eyes gaze at him in half mast and her full lips tease him seductively in a smile.
He wanted kisses and held hands and late night discussions turned into late night snogs.
He watched her from across the table. Her hair was styled differently today; it was pulled into a bandana, face open for all to see.
He liked it. But he also liked it when it would be in small little braids or pulled up into a bun.
Looking at her now, the red bandana complimenting the warmth of her tone, he couldn’t help but find that he liked it more when it was left alone- wild and free.
She caught his stare and shot him a bright smile.
Well- maybe like was an understatement. He didn’t just like her hair- he loved it.
Sometimes, he even spent whole afternoons playing with it as she lay herself across his lap, reading a book.
Suffice to say, after those afternoons, Armin would run straight to his room to find release.
He’d imagine pulling it as she sucked on his cock or brushing it away from her face as he met her full lips in a kiss.
After cleaning himself up, he’d always lie awake so confused yet so sure.
There was just something about being so close to her- body and mind- that stirred something within him.
He knew they were close. Closer than anyone else there, and everyone could see how much they loved each other.
Just not in the same way and yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to blame her... yet.
He knew Hermione still saw him as a kid- as off limits, but sometimes- when they were alone- as he attempted to make his desires clear, she hesitated.
He also knew that she knew- she had to. She was too smart not to. And he was too obvious anyways.
But she still stuck around, still treated him like before, still loved him like he always knew she would- and he loved her for it.
Her face displayed confusion as he continued to stare, and yet she smiled at him nonetheless.
In a few years- when he was older, she would be his, but until then he’d wait.
And he knew she’d wait too.
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In which a 17 y/o Armin couldn’t wait any longer.
They were on her couch, performing their, now, daily ritual. Hermione was laid down, reading with her head in his lap as he calmly played with her hair.
After a long while of stroking, his eyes darted to a rather interesting development.
He could see that she was wearing a very thin shirt, and he could see how- compared to before- her nipples had begun to become… quite visible through it.
Armin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he continued to stroke her curly mane. The thought of it being caused by his presence made him mentally groan in pleasure. He looked back down and stared at them further, feeling his cock grow hard at the thought of taking one of them in his mouth.
She looked up from her book, neck stretching in the process making him groan once more, “What’s wrong, Armin?”
He coughed, “It um- It’s well, because I can see...” his eyes darted to her nipples to provide context.
He internally rolled his eyes. For just how long am I going to play this “innocent boy” role?
She lifted her head off his erection to sit up. Hermione immediately covered her breasts with her book, answering him calmly and understandingly, “Oh my- I’m so sorry. I know how distracting that can be for a boy your age-“
He became irritated at her words and soothing, babying tone, “I’m not a boy, Hermione.”
He was fed up- this was the final nail in the coffin. This was his breaking point.
He decided that today was the day. Today was the day he would get what he’d want.
“Come on, Armin,” she rolled her eyes playfully, oblivious to his genuine anger. “You’re seventeen-“
She leaned away, taken aback by his harsh tone, “So?... You’re seventeen, Armin. Seventeen. Barely a man. A year away from being legal in my world and in yours.”
“What does being legal have to do with manhood?” He asked stiffly.
“Well- then if we’re talking scientifically, you’d be a man at 25-“
“Then we’re the same,” he shrugged as if the problem was solved, “You’re 22- barely a woman,” he argued.
She sat there, appalled at his argument, “I'm still more of a woman than you are a man-“
“-Then let me show you how much of a man I can be,” he leaned forward, pinning her to lie on the arm of the couch.
“Armin,” she chuckled nervously, “Armin, what are you doing?”
“You knew it would lead to this, Hermione,” he laid his head in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. She stilled, “You knew and yet, you stayed.”
“Armin, whatever you think you’re doing-“
“-I think I’m doing what we both want,” he groped her breast, kneading it, relishing in the feeling of her erect nipple in the middle of his palm.
She withered beneath him, obviously uncomfortable- though he interpreted it as responding positively to his touch.
“Did you want this, Hermione? Want it as much as I did?”
“-Tease. You’re such a fucking tease,” he climbed down her body to shove the hem of her shirt up to knead her bare breast. He salivated at the sight of them- dark brown nipples taught against her lighter brown skin. She was so perfect.
She tried covering herself with her hands but he just grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, “Stop, Armin. Please. We can’t do this. You can’t do this.”
He didn’t answer. Instead he brought his mouth to suck on one nipple, while his hand groped the other.
She tried pushing his head away with her entrapped hands, but found that despite being seventeen to her twenty two, he was still much stronger than her.
A wet pop sounded as he suddenly lift his head up to glare at her stricken face, “I think you’re fucking lying, Hermione. I mean, look at you,” he walked his fingers up to trace the indents of her collarbone. “You’re still here- underneath me. You could’ve apparated away all this time, but yet, you stayed. You stayed because you,” he moved up her body to whisper in her ear, “secretly want me too.”
She shook her head fervently, inching away from his touch, “You’re obviously in a very confusing stage in life,” she tried sitting up but he forced her down. She began to sweat and gulped, “and maybe you think this is what a woman wants-“
He shook his head condescendingly.
“-No, this is what you need-“
She continued despite the obvious signs of danger, “-and I just want to help you figure that out. After all, y-you’re still my friend, Armin.”
He rolled his eyes, “See, that’s the problem. I don’t want to be your friend, Hermione. I want to be with you- I want to fuck you. I want your lips around my cock as I finger your tight little cunt-“ he slid his hands down her chest to rest on the button of her jeans.
Playing with it, he continued, “I want to talk to you, be with you, live with you. I want you as my pretty little wife- not as my friend,” he ended his tirade by unbuttoning then unzipping her jeans.
She squirmed, crying out in distress.
He attempted to soothe her, “Don’t worry, my love. You’ll like this- I promise,” he roughly pulled down her jeans to her knees, leaving her exposed and uncomfortably entrapped.
“No.” He climbed up her body to forcefully pry her mouth open with his. He pulled on her tight curls as he darted his tongue past his lips to part her’s. After getting his tongue inside of her open mouth, he ground his hard cock into her panty clad pussy.
After making sure to thoroughly mark the entire inside of her mouth with his saliva, he left her mouth to press messy, wet kisses into her jaw and down her neck, “You feel that? Do you feel how much I want you? How much I’ve wanted you for years?”
“Please, ” she pleaded in tears, “D-don’t do this. Th- This isn’t you-“
He grabbed her jaw to shut her up, “-Yes it is, and the sooner you realize that- the better.”
She let out a muffled scream which he promptly snuffed with his mouth.
He cursed at her response, it seemed he needed a different tactic to convince her, “And wouldn’t a good friend be there for me? For the real me?” He gave her a peck on the lips.
“Wouldn’t a real friend- a great friend stick by my side, no matter what?”
He kissed down her body, revealing in the way her body was beginning to go limp against him.
“Don’t you want to be a good friend to me, Hermione?” He let go off her wrists, smirking as she laid them stiffly by her sides.
“Because this real me-” he shoved her panties down, pulling both them and the jeans off her legs, “-wants all of you... And you wouldn’t deprive me of that, would you?”
He pouted, “Because that would just make me really sad.” Ocean eyes gleamed with faux hurt and he could tell that despite his current actions, her heart went out to the kind, mature boy he’d spent so long painstakingly cultivating.
“Do you want to see me sad, Hermione? To see me rejected by the only woman I’ve longed for- loved for years?”
She didn’t need to know he held a flame for Annie too. That would just water down his all hard work.
He parted her legs and felt the way she was ready for his cock.
She does want me! It was just those stupid morals...
Giddy from his findings, he continued his external ministrations before entering a digit into her tight hole. He groaned at the squelching sound it made.
He looked up to find her frightfully still with tears in her eyes. No matter how much you try to hide it, he entered another finger and she let out a squeak, your pussy doesn’t lie.
He kept pumping into her, enjoying how much she withered underneath him.
...Maybe my cock will put some truth into her...
She squirmed as he stretched her tight hole with a third digit, all the while unbuckling his belt with his free hand.
She stilled as she watched him pull out his hard, blushing cock, “No, no, no, no, no-“
“Shh, shh,” he pulled out his fingers to stuff them in her mouth, all the while lining himself up with her cunt.
“This is what we both need. You’ll see, Hermione. This will make the both of us happy.”
She whimpered as he pushed into her warmth.
He laughed at her, “Look at how well you moan on my cock. You actually like this, don’t you?” He rolled his hips, pumping into her at a steady pace and he admired the way her tits bounced with his every thrust.
She shook her head, tears in her eyes and her eyes pleaded with him as she couldn’t talk with his fingers in her mouth. He brought his free hand to roughly finger her clit.
He chuckled harshly, “Your stifled moans and wet pussy say otherwise- I mean just look at how my cock is just absolutely dripping with your juices.”
She sobbed at his words, fat tears running down her cheeks.
He shushed her in pseudo-care, licking the tears off her face, “Dont worry, Love,” he stopped rubbing her clit to roughly grab her by the hair. “This won’t be the last time you hear these words,” he whispered in her ear before licking its shell.
She choked on his fingers and he imagined it was his cock she was choking on instead. He moaned at the thought, quickening his pace.
Armin grinned as he heard her sniffle and began thrusting into her even more mercilessly.
“Oh, my sweet Hermione,” he caressed her hair, “My sweet, sweet girl,” he trailed his hand down her neck as he fucked her deep.
“You’ll never be without me. I’ll fill you so deep with my cum that you’ll always feel me there. You’d like that, hm? You’d like my cum deep inside your wet cunt.”
He roughly grabbed one breast, “Remember this- remember me. Hm? ” He nodded for her to comply and she vigorously nodded back.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth with a pop and she gasped for air. He liked the way her lips trembled as he continued to pump into her and Armin thought about fucking her full, plump lips until he found release but decided that he had plenty of time to try all sorts of things with her body.
He felt himself coming closer to finishing and his harsh, frenzied pace reflected that. “Do you want to be a mother, Hermione?”
He painfully tweaked a nipple, “I’d bet you’d like that- especially with me. Do you want me to give that to you, my dear? Do you want me to fill you up with my seed?”
He laughed darkly as she tearfully nodded, seemingly defeated by his sharp thrusts and his even sharper remarks.
“It’s alright, I’m mature e-enough, you know,” he hunched over her form, so very close to an orgasm. “I’m mature enough to t-to be a daddy- your daddy even.”
He pumped harder, “Say it, Hermione. I need to hear you say it.”
Unfortunately, she knew exactly what he meant and she stuttered with the insincerity of it all, “D-daddy, you’re my daddy,” his hips jerked.
“Daddy.” She cried, snot dripping down her nose, new and old tears streaking her cheeks.
“Th- that’s right, my d-dear,” he heaved into her ear, “Now s-say it like you mean it!”
“Mm, U-unh,” with one last thrust he spilled his cum into her womb, filing her to brim with his seed. He stayed there, balls deep, letting every last bit shoot right into her tight cunt.
Once he was satisfied that she had taken every last drop, he collapsed onto her sweaty form, chest flush against her breasts.
He kissed her neck as she silently cried below him.
Perfect- my perfect little girl.
Armin smiled, lazily twirling a curl around his finger, “Next time- I’m taking you from behind.”
He kissed her temple, “Just like a daddy should.”
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Author’s Note: PHYSIOLOGICAL REACTIONS TO NONCON DOES NOT MEAN THE VICTIM LIKES IT. Just like how one can see sexual images or allusions (or even not see any) and suddenly become turned on but doesn’t want to or know why- that’s the same way with noncon and SA. The body “liking” it doesn’t negate that it’s Noncon and that it’s wrong. Also victim’s do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG!
