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â youâd think crossing paths with the person who owns the voice you fuck yourself to almost every night would nearly be impossible, but then again, life is full of surprises.
chapter summary:Â everything you've done led up to this confontration. and now you're reaping the consequences.
content warning:Â nsfw (tbh just pure smut, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, squirting), manipulation, complicated situationships, talks of porn and nsfw asmr
word count:Â 8.5k
quick note: hii hi i posted this on here for consistency purposes but the edited version of the previous chapters is only available on ao3 @ eunivrse
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âWell, fuck.â
You arenât sure if you cursed out loud, but the man in front of you seemed to have heard it as he clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue, a way of poking fun at you for being so startled.
âUm- whereâs Eren?â Trying to cover your surprised expression, you coughed to clear your throat.
âHeâs in class. Too bad he left his phone though.â The blonde feigns a pout, swinging Erenâs phone in between his fingers to show you that heâs the one that messaged you before he placed it back on top of his friendâs desk.
âWhat do you want from me?â You decided to be frank instead of prancing around the topic in hand. He wanted to finish the interrupted conversation he had with you back at the party, you were aware of that. At the time, you were glad Eren stepped in before things took too far, but this time Armin calculated his steps to ensure confrontation will occur.
Youâve already lost.
He chuckles, taking a few steps closer to you until you are about a foot apart. âWhy so tense, love?â
âBecause- you scare me.â Probably not the best to be upfront by telling him that heâs scary to his face, but if heâs going to approach you as such, youâre going to make sure you have the upper hand.
He walks past you without a word and down the little entryway that leads to his shared dorm with Eren.
You were dumb to not even realize that the other side of the room was his. Being so infatuated with Eren, your mind has been clear of Armin and Euphoria for the past few days now. It shouldnât have been a surprise, but the idea of it somehow didnât cross your mind.
Your feet were moving on its own, to the bigger space where you were boned by Eren just a few days ago. Armin took a seat on his desk chair and patted the space next to him, his bed, as a gesture for you to sit.
For some reason, you followed. Your stomach was churning, swearing you could feel your anxious levels bubbling up inside of you, but still; you still did as you were told like a trained puppy.
Itâs the small part of you saying that itâs the Euphoria calling you over even though itâs possible that Armin will ruin your image for knowing something you shouldnât have.
Reputation isnât something you value all that much, but having a horrible one amongst your circle wouldnât be pleasant either.
You looked down on your lap as you explained before Armin had the chance to start his berating, âArmin- I know me knowing that youâre Euphoria might cause you some issues, but-â turning your gaze to the man in front of you, you noticed how he stared at you with sincerity.
It was strange, no, Armin Arlert is strange. One moment he terrifies you then the next would be him giving you the most reassuring gestures.
Itâs as if heâs toying with you.
âBut- I wonât do anything with that information. I promise.â Your voice trails off in a whisper, trying to convince yourself that you arenât scared by any means, but your body language is saying otherwise.
âI know you wonât.â His tone was slightly demeaning, a small smile forming on his face as he elaborated. âEveryone has their secrets. You reveal mine and Iâll reveal yours. An eye for an eye, right?â
âMy secret?â
He beamed in amusement, âWord going out that you filmed and posted a sex tape with Eren is enough to ruin you, yeah?â Armin is enjoying every second of this, it was obvious in the way he spoke, his facial expressions gleaming with fascination.
You scoffed, an attempt of trying to hide the way youâre trembling in fear, âH-how-â
Armin interrupts. âHow do I know? Weâre best friends, honey.â The word âhoneyâ rolling past his tongue almost made it seem like he was looking down on you. You didnât know an endearing word like that could come off so⌠condescending.
âWhy⌠why are you doing all this?â This was all so complicated. Honestly, you just wanted sex, the last thing you wished for was to be knotted with someone who seems like has unhinged tendencies. Someone whoâs willing to throw his best friend under the bus just to satiate his craving of getting what he wants.
âFor fun. We donât need to be philosophical about porn, darling.â It seemed genuine enough, his friendly shrug gave you enough of a hint that there was nothing deeper than just him havingâŚÂ fun. Even if that meant blackmailing you to keep himself entertained.
Continuing with his statement after it was silent for a split second, he went on. âCan I be honest? I like the thrill of being known as someone completely different online. But you know, I get upset when nosy people get in the way.â Obviously referring to you, you stay quiet, not sure what to reply with.
âTell me, you listen to Euphoria donât you?â It was humorous how immediate your nod was.
âYes⌠I subscribe to your patreon too.â What you are trying to achieve by unraveling that information to him is beyond you. This was starting to pique your interest, just like how Armin wished to.
He jests, chuckling quietly, almost diabolically. A laugh that lasted too long as you just sat with your hands warming in between your thighs. âHah⌠no wonder you figured it out so fast.â He paused then glanced at you, meeting your eyes.
It all happened so suddenly, he practically trampled onto you, his frame over yours, arms on each side of you as your back landed on his mattress.
Putting your veil of confidence back on, you asked, despite the awkward position you were placed in. âHey, can I ask why you called me over in the first place if you knew I wasnât gonna say anything?â
âYouâre interesting. Connie⌠now Eren. âJust want to see what the hype is about. Arenât you curious about what Euphoria can offer too?â He grinned and all you could do was nod as you stared at his pretty blue eyes.
Armin was more arrogant than you thought. Of course he is, thereâs millions of people online fawning over his voice. And the man himself is right above you, face just millimeters from yours. Youâre living the scenario his fans can only ever dream of while they touch themselves to the thought of this.
âAnd Annie?â You were pushing it with this one. While you trust Annie, it was obvious that she was keeping something from you. Not like itâs any of your business, but your curiosity got you to where you are, so you might as well ask.
But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
His eyelashes flutter as he blinks twice, then he hangs his head down, quipping while he stays in position, âAnnie? She blurted out that she needed fast cash. I gave her the opportunity to record a few audios with me, so she can get a portion of the revenue we make from those audios. I think we both know that sheâll never speak of it to anyone else.â
âJust decided to stay professional.â
It sparked a memory in you, when Annie herself said the same thing back then, but whatâs giving you the chills is the sharp contrast between how they both spoke of each other. Annie obviously had affection for him one way or the other, but Armin speaks of her as if they were mere co-workers.
As if sleeping with her was just a job to him. So much for his way of charity, you joke to yourself.
Itâs a little terrifying but in a good-way. Heâs definitely your type in that case. Someone who wouldnât get their personal feelings in the way.
You aren't sure if Armin is the one moving way too slow, or your mind is diluted into slime that everything was going on slow motion for you, but his lips were mellowed and sweet, you can taste the familiar cherry chapstick flavor as his tongue made it in between your lips and into your mouth. Your half-lidded eyes were now fully closed, arms around his neck and his knee in between your legs.
Heart was starting to race, thumps so intense that you wouldnât be surprised if Armin could hear it himself. Bodies pressed up on each other chest-to-chest, his hands now cupped on your cheeksâ it felt warm. Arminâs kiss felt like a fluffy blanket draped over you on a cool winter night, all your doubts and worries about him didnât matter anymore, you just wanted him now.
You already knew his voice alone could drive you in a state of euphoria, but this is way better than you could ever imagine. He was more gentle than you assumed based on the audios and the backhanded threats, itâs as if he gave you a drug to relieve your brain from thinking too much of it.
All this from a mere lip-to-lip action.
He pulled off shortly after, your eyes opening gradually, the sun from outside blazing through the window. It was obviously noon, the daylight out and about, but you were already so horny, pupils glazed with lust.
Armin pushed his thumb down on your bottom lip, swiping across it, then watched it bounce back up as soon as he released his hold. âYou looked pretty in the video.â He whispers.
âYou watched it?â Being aware that someone who knows who you are has actually seen it led you to realize how embarrassing you were acting in the tape. How vulnerable you let yourself be under Erenâs command.
And more so now that the man behind the microphone is talking about it.
He smiles with a sense of warmth. âYouâre a natural, I admit. My favorite part was when you begged Eren to cum inside you. Would you let me do that if it were me?â If anyone else had asked you this, itâd be an immediate slap to the face, but this is him talking to you in that voice.
The voice you spent months fucking yourself to.
And he knew that.
It was such an eager nod, if you werenât trapped right now youâd probably strip yourself naked. âYes⌠Iâd let you.â
Armin grins, the pads of his fingers right on your clothed crotch. âReally? You wouldnât mind if I cum inside that pretty pussy?â His words were pure obscene, your panties definitely damp at this point.
âNo.â You felt your breathing hitch, Arminâs fingers circling on the layers of fabric covering your clit. It was obvious how keen you are, your hips pushing itself towards him to feel more friction. He didnât care to take off your underwear, he slid his hand under the garment and flicked your clit with the tip of his finger, feeding off on your hums of approval.
Your heart was thumping against your rib cage, youâve never been this visibly antsy before. His crystal blue eyes scanning your clothed body, lips curved up into a smirk while he slips a finger in between your plush folds. The way your walls would clench around his finger, your hands sneaking and traveling around his back, your whimpers were sensual, alluring.
He leans down, face buried on your collarbones, his teeth already nipping on your skin. Noticing the faint marks littered on your neck, he kisses each one, as if he was the one that planted them on you. âDid you have a good time with Eren the other day?â
You were caught off-guard, answering with a breathy âyesâ as he teases his finger in you with a slight curl, even though you were praising him, not answering his question.
âReally? Hm⌠I bet I can do better though.â It felt like just yesterday when you were intoxicated, ear right up against your bedroom wall, wishing you were the one Euphoria was cursing, praising,
cumming to. Words that might feel needles against otherâs skin felt like heaven to you only because itâs Euphoria.
He kneeled on the floor, pulling your ankles apart and sliding your bottoms down, underwear leaking with arousal. It tickled each time he kissed your thigh, lips trailing up to your most intimate parts. You pulled your underwear to your inner thigh for him and he blew on your clit, glistened with slick. Licking a long stripe up your folds, you gasped, hands grasping onto his hair.
Euphoria knew what you wanted and he dished it out on you on a silver platter. He chuckled against the heat of your cunt, swearing you could feel his fucking smirk on you, then his tongue sticking out and flicking your walls. His voice was low and gruff while he groaned into you, saliva pooling and dripping all over your pussy and down your ass.
He pauses and taps your clit with his fingers, your teeth gritting in hopes of suppressing your moans. He eggs on, âYour pussy looks so much better in real life. Iâm a big fan of you, you know.â
âBig fan?â You faintly ask, your attention gathered.
âYeah,â He kisses your inner thigh. âIâve even imagined that it was me instead of Eren in the video. Pretty pathetic of me, huh?â Judging by his tone, the lines between his intentions are blurred.
Is he mocking or praising you?
âThatâs a ballsy thing to say at our first proper meeting.â You laugh, head thrown back when he
flicked the tip of his tongue on your clit.
âFirst?â He raises an eyebrow.
You couldnât ask any further even if you wanted to, he latched his fingers on the nook of your inner thighs, pushing you apart and nibbled on your cunt like he hadnât had breakfast this morning. Your stomach felt tight, eyes seeing blank.
Itâs been your biggest wet dream to have this man in between your legs. Although you didnât expect him to be someone like Armin Arlert. Heâs just too⌠poise and put together. Who wouldâve thought someone as perfect as him also had skeletons in his closet?
You wreck out a cracked sob, hands searching for something to grip on. Legs dripping with his saliva and your juices, he spits on your cunt, then uses two fingers to split your folds apart. He takes a moment to stare at the clear sheen of arousal coating your pussy before sighing as a sign of approval.
With his eyes glued to the orb of saliva threatening to drip down his ivory sheets, he puckers his lips and blows towards your clit, amused by your reaction which consists of a curse and a twitch, of which he found quite cute. He teases, âwell arenât you a dirty girl?â
You play along, âI learned from the best,â implying that heâs just as filthy as you are.
Armin slowly slips a finger in between your folds and down your hole once again, relishing in the warmth of your walls compressing him so tightly. His thumb worked circles on your clit while he pushed his index in as deep as he could. All you could do was breathe out whines, too stimulated to protest for him to go faster.
Itâs insane how many varying feelings youâve gone through for the past 20 minutes. At one minute your reputation is being threatened, the next minute, the man youâve unknowingly been fucking yourself to has his head in between your legs.
He wraps one of his arms around your groin, palm squeezing on your inner thigh to keep you spread apart. Sighing, he curls his finger inside you before pulling it out and slipping it back in, this time along with his middle finger. Armin muses, âI wanna see you cum this time, okay love?â
Hearing him talk like this live, let alone to you directlyâ you honestly couldnât ask for anymore. The natural husk of his voice only intensified the knot in your tummy. He hadnât had his finger inside you for more than 2 minutes and yet you already wanted to cum.
You arenât too fond of Armin and his borderline demonic tendencies, but you can never resist that sultry, angelic voice of Euphoriaâs. Unable to form a cohesive response from the tightness in your stomach, you stutter, âY-yesâ ahâ!â He flicks his thumb up and down on your clit as he pressed light kisses down your inner thigh, his lips making their way to your pussy.
Replacing his thumb with the tip of his tongue, he jerked the wet muscle on your clit, which evoked a gasp from you. âSo sweet,â he praises, kissing your clit before sucking on it. His fingers gradually increased in speed, curling them deeper with each thrust, eventually reaching the spot that provoked a pornographic moan past your lips.
âGodâŚâ You groan, your hands reaching up to massage your boobs for more stimulation. The slick sound of his fingers plunging in you was enough to push you over the edge, untilâ
Click!
No fucking way.
Someoneâs using a key to open the door, which could only mean one thing.
Eren.
You were still for what felt like minutes, Armin quickly helping you up. Getting back to your senses, you pull your shorts back up, nearly sprinting to sit on Erenâs bed as opposed to where you just were. Thereâs no use of hiding, itâll just make the situation more suspicious.
You watch Armin wipe the sheen off his chin with the back of his hands, your legs still trembling from the tingle and the denial of a release as you compose yourself. Eren unlocked the door and each of his step felt like it was in slow motion. Even you being here seems a little⌠off. And itâs even weirder that it was dead silent when he came in.
âHey⌠guys. Whatâs up?â He seemed ecstatic that you were here, although confused since he didnât invite you or anything. And he knows that Armin wasnât too happy about you.
Before you could even juggle for an answer, Armin stepped in. âShe called and since you left your phone, I answered and said she could stay here until you come back.â The fact that he was so quick to make up such a blatant lie doesnât even surprise you anymore. Heâs been able to hide his other identity so well, now you have a deeper understanding of why he probably hates your guts.
Youâre like a small crack in his life that will eventually spread to break him.
Eren fell for it, responding with a nod as he walked over to cup your cheeks, leaning down for a quick, yet sincere kiss. You smile against his lips, although slight guilt was looming over you as Armin just watched. He then grabbed his phone, patting Armin on the back, and whispering something against his ear before speaking to you again. âIâm sure you both know each other by now, no need for introductions, correct?â
You werenât sure if heâs referring to the thick tension or the fact that you two are mutual friends, but nevertheless the suspense was starting to eat you from the inside.
âYeah⌠Weâve all hung out before.â You shrug, honestly starting to feel awkward that no one is discussing the elephant in the room even though thatâll probably make things worse.
Armin sat back down on his bed and pretended to go on his laptop, Eren sitting next to you on his mattress. âSo what did you call me for?â He asks, his palm rubbing your thigh. Armin side-glaring at you from a few meters away, practically telling you to not speak a single word about what just happened was enough to provoke a lie out of you.
âI just wanted to see youâŚâ Your lips perk up into a feign smile.
Eren gleams, âReally? I was actually about to ask you if you wanted to go out with me this weekend.â
His beamed expression is something that you honestly couldnât reject. And a date doesnât mean a relationship right? Youâve only gotten to know him for a couple of weeks anyways.
And Eren definitely isnât the type to be serious about relationships.
âA date?â You shoot a quick glance at Armin at which he just smiled and stared at you, watching you like a hawk.
âDoesnât have to be, though Iâd prefer it if it was,â Erenâs nonchalant attitude tells you heâd probably never asked anyone out for a genuine, wholesome date. He had just said it doesnât have to be a date, and you kinda owe him anyway for helping you get back up on your feet even if he wasnât aware, so why not?
âOkay. Youâre paying for everything though.â You stick your tongue out, at which Eren scoffed at. Your agreement to this âdateâ is also partly to take a jab at Armin. You looked at him from the corner of your eye, his fingers click-clacking on his keyboard without a care about your conversation. But you knew he was all ears.
You looked at the time on your phone and realized you have class in half an hour. âI have to go. Iâll see you Saturday then?â You stand up, Eren grabbing your hand as he followed.
âYeah. Iâll text you.â He kisses your cheek before letting you go. You wave to Armin before twisting the knob to leave the room. The last thing you heard before closing the door was a âsee youâ from Armin.
Something tells you that you will see him again before that meet-up with Eren.
---
Classes are over and you were laying on your bed, bored since everyone is busy and youâve done everything you had to do for your classes, surprisingly.
For some reason, you were looking forward to hanging out with Eren. You didnât really mind considering it as a date, you kinda miss the giddy feeling of getting ready and looking nice for someone.
During your moment of slight excitement, your phone dinged.
The number is unknown, but you knew who it was.
âare we gonna finish what we started earlier?
Euphoria.
You gulped, yes, but you were wishing for this in the back of your head. There was nothing more you wanted than to have that man inside of you. Even if heâs a little crazy.
Typing, you respond, âiâm free rn and annie isnât here.â
That typing bubble felt as if it lasted way too long even though his response was just a mere, âwhat time will she be back?â
ânot until a few days. she went home for the weekendâ
The odds were in your favor, Annie took an early weekend and left a few hours ago to spend time with family.
He replied with a thumbs up, and you closed your phone, chest rising and falling, eyes glued on the ceiling.
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The sun has set, the bright spring sky switching to its dark, gloomy counterpart. There were no stars, except for a few of which you can assume are just helicopters. Itâs been a good 10 minutes since Armin had texted and as soon as it turned 9:00pm, you heard a knock on the door. You were quick on your feet to welcome him into your apartment.
Clad with an oversized shirt and his cargo pants, he walked in from the dark hallway to your humble abode, where you can clearly see that heâs wearing a pair of innocent looking glasses.
âIâm sure youâre familiar with this place,â you say sarcastically, Armin ignoring you and sitting straight at the dining table. You follow, pulling the chair from under the table and sitting across from him.
âSo what do you want?â You might as well lay all your cards out if heâs threatening you.
He pushes the bridge of his glasses up to his nose. âA deal.â
Feeling a sense of deja vu, you repeat his words. âA deal?â
âYes. Make content with me.â
You werenât planning on retaliating, this has practically been what youâve been fantasizing about since day one, however you werenât going to let Armin get whatever he wants that easily.
âWhatâs in it for me?â You raise an eyebrow. Armin leans in closer, both elbows propped on the wooden surface with his fingers laced together.
âHalf of what I get from each audio goes straight to your pocket. Isnât that more than enough? But of courseââ His plump lips curve up into a smirk.
âI know the sex is something youâd enjoy as well.â The perverted words coming out from his mouth is a clear juxtaposition mixed in with his boyish appearance.
The silence was getting too thick, and Armin proceeded to explain, âAs you know, Annie quit. I never planned on having a partner in my audios, however, ever since her appearance, my patreon subscribers have nearly doubled. Do you understand now?â
As much as the deal will benefit you tremendously, you couldnât help but bring up the obvious. âWhat if Annie finds out about this?â
âIf youâre feeling guilty, then you should know that sheâs the one that broke it off with me. And itâs part of your job to be discreet about this. Tell one person, even Eren, and the dealâs off-â He seemed as if he was going to say something else, however he kept his mouth shut.
âYouâre acting like I would ever mention you to Eren. Iâve been sleeping with the guy for fuckâs sake. And plus, you arenât really that special, Armin.â Your lip perked up into a small smirk, a little part of you hoping that your harsh words are jabbing his ego.
âGood. Keep it that way.â For some reason, his responses kept pissing you off.
You stand up and slam your palms down on the table. âOkay, I will! God, youâre insufferable.â Your face was heating up from built up wrath, Arminâs lack of response only making you want to flip the table over. The reason why youâre so angry is something you fail to answer yourself.
He stands up from his chair after a few seconds. âOh really?â
âYeah, youâre getting on my goddamn nerves.â You turn your face away from him.
Thatâs too badâŚâ Walking towards you, he grabs your chin to look him in the eye. His grip was tight, any longer and your face would bruise. You could see your vulnerable state through the reflection of his specs, his sapphire irises showed nothing but purity, yet his words were bordering evil.
âFucking deal with it then.â He scoffed tauntingly before clashing his lips against yours. You clawed on his t-shirt as he transferred his bruising grip onto your waist, ultimately pushing you against the ledge of the table. The cold coffee mug that Annie left on top of the wooden slab rattled, but that didnât stop you from pulling Armin by the collar and shoving him, the both of you switching positions. He whimpered against your mouth from the slight ache of his lower back, giving you an opportunity to slip your tongue inside, your teeth ramming into his bottom lip.
You pull out for a moment to get a breath of fresh air, panting in between soft kisses, âLetâs go to my room.â
Armin huffs, âCan I record?â
You roll your eyes, slowly inching away from him while having your hand twisted on his collar. âWhat else would you want to do this for?â It wouldâve been easier to just say yes, but that just isnât you.
By holding his wrist, you led him to your bedroom. When you get in, you turn around and he shows you his phone with a voice memo app on and recording.
Of course, your curious self also wants to know the specifics of his content. âDonât you use a mic?â
He shrugs, and walks past you to place his phone face down on your nightstand. âOnly when Iâm alone, easier to manage and all.â He strolls towards you, cupping your face gently and using his thumb to caress your cheekbones.
Your cheeks were bunched up in his hand, lips forced into a pucker as he whispers, âJust pretend like the phone isnât even there, okay?â With that, he locked his lips with yours tenderly, an clear opposition to his prior behavior. One of his hands is already under your shirt while the other is on your shoulder, slowly easing you into your mattress.
As you trail kisses from the corner of his lips down to his neck, you mumble, âI wanna suck you offâŚâ, pausing him of his attempt on laying you on the bed.
He showed no sign of retaliation, urging you to unbutton his pants to pull it down. You kneeled on the carpet ground as his trousers reached his ankles, the rough surface prickling your kneecaps already. You notice a bump poking out of his boxers, the view of it all from just his toned thighs and the sneak view of his pelvis already got you gulping.
Curling your fingers on the garter of his underwear, you pull it down, his cock popping out in all its glory.
The description youâve been picturing in your head about what this would look like is way better than what your imagination could fathom. His tip is flushed pink, just oozing with beads of white, and itâs long enough that it curves up, perfect for hitting that sweet spot of yours. Thereâs also a vein that protrudes through the middle of the shaft to the tip, your pupils dilating at the sight.
Youâve had your fair share of dicks, this one might be the prettiest one.
You shimmy a little closer to grab his cock for the first time and holy shit, it feels surreal. Palm wrapped around him, you start moving your hand up and down as your lips get closer to his tip. There were no reactions from him, you looked up and he just stared with a dull expression, arms crossed as if he was bored.
Well, that was the case until your lips made contact with the slit seeping with precum, licking it up and sticking your tongue out to show him what youâve done. That whimper was a sign that you found his sensitive spot.
Well, that was fast.
You glanced up at him as you took his cock in between your lips. He grips his fingers on the back of your head and pushes you until his tip slammed the back of your throat. Squealing, he proceeded on using your throat as his personal flesh light, saliva frothing and dribbling down your chin.
âOh- yeah, keep suckinâ it just like that, ahââ He chuckles, his cock nearly stretching your throat, swollen lips pressing up against his balls. You latched your nails onto his thick thighs for leverage, head bobbing up and down as your tongue swirled all around his lengthy cock. Tears brimmed your waterline, mascara staining your cheeks.
You were taking it like a champ, you barely made any gurgling noises that implied that you were gagging despite the minimal allowance he allowed you to breathe. He thought it was quite impressive.
Caving your cheeks in, you groaned from the pang of your jaw, the vibrations causing him to squirm. âOh yeah⌠ah fuck yeahâŚâ The series of whimpers and curses echoing around your room sent chills down your pussy, it really is so much better live.
You couldnât help but giggle to yourself, amused at his change of tone just from a pair of lips on his cock.
The more you think about it, the more youâre starting to put the pieces on the puzzle. Armin does have a really distinct undertone of a British accent in his speech.
Itâs not too noticeable to people who donât pay attention, but in your case, youâve heard hours worth of just his voice. When heâs under the facade of Euphoria, his deep, husked voice has that similar British accent, voice gradually becoming higher pitched as he reaches his high.
âFuck baby, hah- youâ donât stop.â He mewls, voice strained, your chin soaked with saliva. You pulled off with a gasp, a strand of spit connecting your lips and his tip. Smirking, you palm his cock and jerk him off, blinking up at him with innocent eyes. He couldnât protest even if he wanted to, only being able to moan until his throat went dry.
Clearing your throat, you taunt, âYouâre so cute, canât wait to cum in my mouth donât you?â You hadnât expected Armin to heed to you, he just nodded in desperation, his cock twitching the more you slid your hand along him.
âOh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuckkkkâ hahâ!â He stiffens, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as he lets it all spill out. It didnât take long until you felt the strings of warm, ivory cum spurting all over your lips as he moaned out loud, nearly choking on his own saliva. You stood up, knees weak and wobbly, licking your lips to collect his seed in your tongue while you pulled him by the collar in for an eager kiss, forcing him to taste himself.
Parting from him, you grin, âYou taste amazing.â self-confidence off the roof from making him cum as hard as his voice has made you these past months.
He laughs faintly, âItâs your turn, baby.â
The phone recording every sound you make had already slipped your mind by this point, as Euphoria wouldâve preferred. You grab the bottom hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his chest, which Armin was willing to do the honors of discarding it completely, letting it plop on the floor.
All you could think about was that Armin is fucking gorgeous. You just assumed he was cute and adorable because of his boyish complexion, but heâs built like a Greek statue under the sweaters and cargos heâs often clad in. His skin was smooth, arms toned, chest chiseled perfectly with his subtle abs, and a perfect v-line connecting to the sole thing youâve been looking forward to feeling inside you.
Likewise, you cross your arms to take your top off to toss it somewhere in your room. Your lack of bra, nipples stiff and perked had Arminâs lips pursed into what you assume is anticipation. Maybe you were moving way too slow for his liking, methodically slipping your skimpy shorts off along with your panties, because Armin didnât even wait for you to kick the garments off to the side before spinning you around, your back against the near ledge of your plush mattress.
Your brain could barely register what just happened, it took seconds before you realized that your legs are being pried apart with his head in between.
Armin muses, taking off the shorts and panty that hung off your ankle to throw it across the room. âYouâre going to have to move much faster next time, yeah? I donât like waiting.â The sternness in his voice only caused you to leak more than you already have been, bare pussy gleaming with your arousal. You could only nod and hum a compliant âmhmâ, the cool breeze of the centralized AC wafting past your wet cunt, heightening your sensitivity.
The warm contact between your clit and the apex of his tongue evoked a curse slip past your lips. Teasing you, he proceeded in kitten licking the same spot til it was swollen and raw, already leaving your desperate cunt leaking all over the sheets beneath you. It was shocking honestly, how quickly you released, little spurts of squirt seeping down your ass while Armin teased. You squirmed, the back of your head digging against the plush mattress as you reach your brief high.
He chuckles, âSo soon? I just started, love.â He rolled his thumb back and forth on your throbbing clit, while using two fingers to split your folds apart, eyeing the round orbs of slick rolling down to the sheets.
Trembling from overstimulation despite barely being touched, you weep, âNeed more⌠I need you so bad,â Armin poked his tongue in between your folds, tapping at your wet hole without giving his thumb a break. Your hands latched onto his locks, pushing him down the heat of your cunt.
The warmth of his saliva pooling in between his mouth and your pussy dripped down his chin, the mixed noises of slurping and moans echoing in your room. Your thighs were shaking, threatening to clamp onto Arminâs head, however he didnât let youâ gripping onto the plump of your thighs and forcing them wide apart, letting the cold air hit your pussy.
Your legs were spread on the bed, allowing you to really feel how good Arminâs tongue feels inside of you. His licks were tight and precise as it grazed your throbbing hole, his nose buried just right under your clit.
He takes a breather, blowing on the heat of your cunt as he plugged two fingers deep past your hole, feeling your walls clench around the ridges of his knuckles. âYouâre gonna have to hold it this time, love.â The request is nearly impossible when heâs curling his fingers in, making you whimper in resistance.
The occasional giggles he would have matched with his lewd sucking were more than enough to draw another orgasm out of you. His voice was truly mesmerizing, any word that rolls off his tongue can get you soaked.
Waiting for your response was none of Arminâs concern, he plunged his fingers with ease, eyes glimmered with nothing but awe at the sticky mess heâs creating in between your legs. The ache of his balls was starting to get unbearable, tingling with his filthiest urges. As much as he wanted to punish and ruin you for reasons he couldnât clearly answer himself, thereâs nothing more he wants than to pound you into the bed.
Armin lowers his head, lips reaching to nip at your clit, his fingers reaching the spot that emitted a sharp gasp from you, crimson lips from biting them so much turning into an âoâ. Your pussy down to the base of your ass is coated with a sheen of your slick, Armin pushing the plump of your left inner thigh on the mattress to prevent closing your legs.
He reveres, âBeen waiting for this since you left earlier⌠ânever seen such a pretty pussy,â He was rambling, but he wasnât far off from the truth.
âHahhhhâ yeah, fuck, thatâs itâ!â Your groan nearly reached the pit of your stomach, tears brimming your eyes before panting sporadically, just waiting for that sweet voice of affirmation to give you permission.
He cleared his throat before chuckling, âShow me how itâs done, doll.â You were a mess to say the least. Hands pressed up on your chest to push your breasts together, letting a clear stream of fluid projectile on Arminâs lips as soon as he pulled his fingers out while you struggled to breathe.
Small spurts kept spraying out of your needy little hole, Armin tapping on your clit with the tips of his fingers, a little force inflicted in his touch which provoked a frail moan out of you.
He stands upright, knees sore from digging them in the ground. Hunching over your frame, his shadow cowering over your body, he sees you in all your glory, drowsy and fucked out. Heâs not even done with you and youâve already given out.
He mutters, face leaning closer to yours, lips just barely against your ear, âAre you sure you donât want more?â Every fiber of your being is telling you to sleep, but your mind is telling you to let him use you like youâre nothing but a mere doll.
âI do⌠âneed you inside meâŚâ your pathetic pleas is something Armin couldnât resist, the twitch of his cock from your dulcet tone mixed in with your disgusting words almost made him impatient. Chuckling, he stands back up and you watch while he preps himself, fucking his fat cock into his fist, his thumb smearing off the leaking bead of precum.
You stare at the ceiling, mouth agape when he placed his cock in between your folds, savoring the snug feeling of your wet pussy as he slid himself up and down, tip knocking on your clit. Your reflexes kicked in and you lifted your ass up a bit, rolling your hips to match his pace. Your little whimpers, body shaking from having to hold your weight on your elbows, Armin couldnât help but place his hands all over you, thumb pressed on your lip while the other played with your pert nipple.
His hand was locked on your jaw while you nipped on his thumb, forcing your eyes on him. Itâs hard to say that he isnât absolutely gorgeous when heâs under that innocent facade that he likes to pull.
Golden strands of hair were stuck on his forehead, collarbones and his abs sheened with sweat. He chuckles when he notices the drool seeping out of your lips and on his thumb. âAre you ready?â Still rocking his cock back and forth slowly, you nod to give him the green light. Letting your jaw go, your head falls back on the bed as he positions one of your legs against his chest while you gently wrap your fingers around his cock, pointing his tip right on your hole.
Armin grins at your eagerness, rutting his hips to let his cock nudge into your pussy, walls sucking him in, welcoming him inside you so kindly. You couldnât help but moan, neck stretched to throw your head further into the mattress. He presses on your tummy with his palm, squeezing on the plump of your skin as he taunts you by keeping stationary, dick barely halfway through.
He hacks out a laugh, while he stares in adoration at the way youâre bouncing your hips, desperate for the need for stimulation. The sticky, wet noise of your pussy rubbing around his cock just tells him how much youâve wanted this. Just how pathetic youâd get for some dick.
In your defense, him being halfway through was enough to get yourself off, his girth was enough to stretch you apart. Hell, just hearing his voice can make you cum with just a finger.
His hands grabbed ahold of your waist, nimble fingers squeezing on the pudge of your skin. His lips were curved into a smile, âYou have to wait for me, pretty. Is that okay, hm?â His hum sprung into a high pitched tone as opposed to the rest of his sentence. Of course you listened, you were in heat and youâve been touching yourself to that exact same tone more often than not.
Armin kneaded on your waist with the pads of his thumbs while meticulously sheathing himself inside you. He stopped when he had filled you up to the hilt, quickly glancing at your gorgeous face one more time before pulling out and slamming his hips against yours. You shiver, a little whimper drifting past your lips, followed with a huff to catch your breath again.
However, he stays cruel with his treatment, vehemently fucking into you in a pace that caught air stuck in your throat. You struggled to find the correct words to egg him on, but what you didnât know was that your moans and your presence itself was more than enough to make his balls twinge.
Propping your elbows onto the duvet of your mattress, you tuck your chin in to look at the work being done on your cunt. His cock was splitting you in half, his base coated with your arousal mixed in with his pre. Your abdomen was tight while he pushed your lifted leg closer to your body. Flexibility isnât exactly your forte, but you had him to thank for drilling into you in this angle.
His cock might not be as girthy as Erenâs, but he knew how to give a good fuck. After all, Eren is an exception. No one can compare with him in terms of size.
So itâs hard to admit that he makes Eren seem like an amateur in everything else.
Expected from Euphoria, but surprising for Armin.
He swung your leg to the side, lifting it off the bed and leaving one of your ass cheeks on the bed, letting the rest of your body move sideways. His swift movement left you dumbfounded, you were babbling nonsense as he plunged into your seeping cunt, thighs slathered with your arousal. Armin coos as he panted, âFuck, yeah. Love it. âLove your wet pussy milking me so well.â His string of whimpers and curses dominated yours, youâve never met another man this vocal in bed.
Your grip on his cock had left his head blank, he was practically acting on instinct by the way heâs digging into you, the sheets rustling with each thrust. Saliva bubbles on the corner of your lips, dribbling down the mattress in uneven shapes. You cry, âPlease, baby. âNeed you to cum insideâŚâ Almost every inch of your body was achingâ yet you yearned for it. One of your forearms was pressed onto the linen sheets and the more he moved, the more it burned from friction.
Armin groans, hips still stagnant in speed, âHm? Want me to fill you full of cum? Such a dirty slutâŚâ Your cunt was so welcoming to him, sucking him in like thereâs no tomorrow. The sight of your titties bouncing in sync with his pounding had made him eager to strike it with the heat of his palm, igniting a sharp, quick gasp from you. You turn your head, shooting a glance at him, mildly surprised at what he just did. His once sapphire eyes were hooded with pure animalistic lust and your lack of retaliation only provoked him to do it again, watching as your boob jiggled against the other, soaking up on the whines youâd make in response.
He amped up the speed of his cock, balls grazing your inner thigh. In accordance, his moans were being drawn out in higher pitches, those sweet familiar tunes that you sleep to every night. âHahâ shit, I watched you get fucked by him the other day, yet I donât remember you being like this.â He didnât need to elaborate on who heâs talking about. You knew.
And he expects you to answer. He couldnât care less about the recording. In fact, this could even be good material for his content.
âI- ahâ he wasnâtââ youâre mumbling, distracted by the sheer length of Arminâs cock filling you to the brim, battering onto the same squishy spot that got you yelping.
âHe wasnât what?â He wants to hear it although the answer is quite clear already.
You glare at him with half lidded eyes, stammering, âShutâ the fu-fuck up and make me cum already damnââ Him bringing up someone else while destroying your insides was pissing you off, it was giving insecurity. Although it did cross your mind that it might be because he wants to milk you for content; figuratively and literally.
Armin hisses as his hips staggered in speed, now clapping his hips in slow, deep strokes. âHahh, youâre so ambitiousâ nghââ His sentences likewise werenât coherent, his release basically sitting at the entrance of his tip, ready to stuff you full.
The change between his quick, powerful thrusts versus the sensual strokes had left your mouth hanging, nearly shrieking. âPlease⌠I wannaâ ahâ!â Armin dropped your cramping leg back down, putting all his weight on the bed as he lodged his cock into you at a faltering pace, fists practically embedded onto the mattress.
Heâs so painstakingly close, using up the last of his strength to plow into you one more time, stuffing you full of cum. The cute little twitch his cock made after emptying into you was what drew you to your high. Arminâs head flew back as you both went silent for a quick second before simultaneously groaning at the feeling of release flowing throughout your spine and the rest of your body.
Arminâs breathing stuttered as he managed to jest, âSo much fucking cumâŚâ keeping himself plugged into you as you felt viscous, milky consitency seep out of your hole and down your ass. The pit of your stomach felt warm and full as you pressed onto it with your frail hand to check if this is actually happening to you right now.
If you were really just fucked stupid by the man of your wet dreams.
He slouches down to capture your lips once more, feeling regenerated while you nibble on his bottom lip. You both open your eyes, bringing your hand up to brush his cheek with your warm palm. You manage to perk your lips into a small smile before he leans in to give you another peck. For a moment, it felt real. The kiss felt so genuine and youâve found what people in love call connection.
But this isnât love. This is just two people practicing their lustful desires onto each other.
You donât even know him.
Pulling out, his limp cock twitched at the cool air, glazed with pure, translucent white. You sigh at the hollow feeling, thick ropes of cum oozing onto the soft sheets.
Armin stands up and picks up the clothes that splayed onto the ground, handing yours back to you as he starts to dress himself. He asks as he takes his phone to stop the recording, âEverything good?â His smile was innocent and it still catches you off guard.
You nod, composing yourself by getting a tissue from the nightstand to wipe the mess in between your legs âyeah⌠thanks.â Not caring enough to put shorts back on as no one else was home anyways, you led Armin to your front door with nothing but a fresh tee and your underwear on.
âI had a good time. Thank you, Armin.â If you were going to be working with him, being on good terms wouldnât be the worst thing ever. Being friendly towards him is your best course of action.
âMe too. You were amazing.â was all he said. Your cell phone dinged from your hand and you held it up, unaware that Armin saw it as well.
It was a text from Eren.
âCan we talk?â
You closed your phone quickly, not being able to do anything but sigh at the complications of your, relationâ wellâ situationships.
âWell, good night. Have fun on your date.â Armin caresses your cheekbone with his thumb before you bid him farewell, your heart pitter pattering with each second as you watch him disappear into the shadow of the hallway.
Something about Erenâs text doesnât feel⌠casual.
Youâre not in a relationship whatsoever, so why?
Hiii! uhm, soooo...I'm 17 and wrote an nsfw fic about a character who died at 17 (but in my fics, he lived on so he's 18) plus the actor is way into his late 20s now...I'm getting some heat from people even when I explained he's aged up. but, I'm I wrong for this?
hi!! in my opinion, iâm not quite fond of the idea of sexualizing minors (aging up just to sexualize them even if youâre the same age is just kinda⌠eh to me) and even if the actor is well over their 20s, itâs still weird??? idk. tbh itâs such a big grey area but if you really want to hear what i think, i donât support the idea of it. at all.
u can do whatever u want, iâm not mad at all, but this is just my view on it :-)
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thinking about arminâs arms + hands.. im unwel eun
armin + hands and his ARMS ??? SO UNDER-APPRECIATED!! some people portray him as this fragile weak guy, forgetting that he literally went through years of intense training like đ¤
i think his arms would be pretty lean, more toned than beefy, but of course more than strong enough to keep you pinned under him.
his hands would probably be so PRETTY, like professional piano player hands type beat. his nails would always be trimmed and i donât think heâd be veiny either, but he would definitely have nice long fingers.
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iâm just imagining him with two fingers buried in your cunt, the cold metal ring that you had just gifted him stinging the heat in between your legs. âarmin- ah- take it off,â you whisper, referring to the metal ridging against your walls. youâre in public out of all places, arminâs smiling meekly across from you while he finger fucks you under the table during your anniversary dinner.
he pouts, âwhy? does it hurt?â he curled his fingers up and pressed on the plush spot that got you groaning. âno- itâs- itâs just making me go crazy-â reasonable, but armin couldnât care less about everyone else. after all, he had chosen the balcony spot for a reason.
fingers squelching, the ring became more slippery with each thrust. âthen go crazy. âwant to see your precious gift for me covered with cum, alright?â
armin hugging you tightly, holding onto you for dear life as he pumps his hot load in you. your cunt seeped with cum, beads of it rolling down your ass to the sheets beneath you.
he kept himself plugged into you, his breath fanning over the tip of your nose. he smiles meekly, âcanât wait to have a start a family with you, loveâŚâ
ive only been called out for being a minor once in the one year iâve been on tumblr (which im thankful for) but itâs still annoying as fuck to see ppl here constantly talking about how they hate minors for no reason đ
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i can finally write smut without having grown ass people bashing me for doing it as a minorâźď¸đ
guess what. nothing changes. 17 is the same as 18. even 16 for some people like me. but now itâs morally right, huh?
the thing is: do what you want to do but do it always carefully. itâs ok to have rules, absolutely (and you should always respect that. if an adult asks you to leave ther page if youâre a minor, you must do it, itâs common sense) but what i will never understand is being a bully to someone who does not harm you at all. respect is what we all deserve regardless of age.
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bro I just want you to know that the ASMR fics are so one of a kind that I just go brtrrrrrrrrr whenever I read them. chapter 5? had me giggling like a fool at the end. whenever you plan on writing the next part, just know i will be EATING that shit up. we love you <33
THIS GOT ME KICKING MY LEGS FR THANK YOU SM đ¤ I have already revamped the first 4 chapters so Iâm getting pretty close to writing the rest of chapter 6 hehe