· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹·

❪ · ₊ ⊹ ❫ ───( synopsis ) preppy boy armin who gets all riled up from his not-so-good girl, girlfriend.

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, college au, third pov, college boy!armin, armin is a soccer player, dom!armin, sub!reader, doggystyle, backshots, missionary, trust fund!armin, mean dom! armin, LOTS of degradation, armin's hands are veiny, armin wears glasses, squirting, fingering, use of pet names and profanity such as ꒰ slut, whore, good girl, baby, angel, slut ꒱ authors note : first very long fic, i was at work and saw a blonde guy and he resembled a golden retriever armin, so i came home and wrote this <3. word count : 2.1k

· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹· ₊ ⊹·

ARMIN ARLERT WAS THE MOST PERFECT BOYFRIEND YOU COULD ASK FOR. how he got you to fall in love with him? he had no idea. but when he first met you he couldn’t get your image out of his head.

you were obviously out of his league in his opinion. but after your first meeting, he had to have you.

one night eren had people over for a small get together, and you wandered off into what you believed was eren’s room, annoyed by the bickering that was occurring. but when you got inside the room, it didn’t match anything that had to do with eren.

it was clearly his roommates room and you were intrigued by what you saw. their were books lining one wall, soccer trophies atop a dresser, a vision board, schedules on the desk. he even had a record player and you loved the vinyls he had.

“nah, i’m just gonna crash, practice kicked my ass.” you heard a voice outside of the door and froze, nervous to see what this stranger you had already taken a liking to in front of you.

when the door opened his light was off so he couldn't see you rummaging through his vinyls. he pulled his shirt off, and glasses, running his fingers through his fluffy hair before finally turning on the light.

he face flushed red when you turned to look at him. your eyes met his face, and then his chest, eye trailing down to his happy trail that disappeared into his white shorts. "uh." he froze.

"sorry, i was just," your voice was on the quiet side while you didn't expect this stranger to be this handsome. he rubbed the back of his hair, a bit nervous. you scrapped your apology and looked back at his vinyls. "you have good taste in music, i love tyler.”

while you stood there admiring his collection he was admiring you. your copper brown skin glistened in the hint of moonlight shinning on your from the peak of his curtains. the curve of your hips, you were chewing on your lip as a nerve habit, your plump hips he loved the shape of.

long goddess braids, flowing down your back, lashes fluttering with every blink of your eyes.

you were beautiful.

he didn't even want to kick you out of his room, the sight of a pretty girl rummaging through his things and complimenting him didn't seem that bad.

eren called for you from the living room and you silently dismissed yourself while whispering ‘bye’, on your way past him.

and thats how it began, you asked eren about his roommate. and armin asked his best friend about this mystery girl. you accidently met again one time in the library and for a third time after his soccer practice, exiting and entering the same building at the same time.

so he worked up the courage to ask you out.

that's how you two ended up together.

armin was the perfect boyfriend, he came from a rich family, and reminded you of a golden retriever by his personality and how fluffy his hair was. he spoiled you, bringing you home every weekend to his parent's mansion to flaunt you around.

baking with you and cooking you dinner when you forgot to eat. he took care of you in every way possible, and you loved him for it. he was such a sweet lovemaker as well, he loved to kiss and caress your body during sex.

his favorite position was missionary because he could moan into your ear, seeing your fucked out expressions up close, and loved the way you would cry for him every time you two had sex.

he was a touchy boyfriend too, kissing you all the time, he loved to make out. and he loved having you around, all the time.

and on weekdays at university, he would sit at his desk, with his clear circular glasses on his face, studying for his classes. taking notes, and doing his coursework.

he was perfect.

but he wasn't always so sweet to you when you teased him to his breaking point.

"baby,” you ignored his call, continuing your assault. “baby. let me finish the notes for this chapter and ill give you all of my attention. the more you bother me, the longer it takes for me to finish." he pleaded.

you stood behind him in his chair, peppering kisses along his sharp jawline. and pouted from his gruff response to your affection.

you and everyone else knew that armin took his studies very seriously, but you wanted him to look and praise you. he bought you some new clothes and you wanted to try them on for him, but he was taking too long.

"fine!" you rolled your eyes, and moved away from him, plopping down on his bed, while he went back to writing.

but that short time he promised he'd be done in turned into thirty minutes and you were bored. it didn't help that he looked so cute with his glasses on, hair messy from how many times he ran his hands through them, and his lazy clothes turning you on even more.

you didn't even want to show him the outfit anymore. you just grabbed one of his shirts out of his drawer and pulled it on. slipped off your tights, leaving you in your black lacy booty shorts.

"armin, honey." you tapped his shoulder and he hummed in response not even sparring a glance your way. "can i at least sit on your lap until you're done." he nodded.

"im almost done, but c'mon." he sat down his pencil and pushed his seat back, spreading his legs and making space for you.

he didn't know what you were wearing until you sat down on his lap, and wrapped your arms around his neck. he saw your plump ass cheeks barely being restricted for the sorry excuse of underwear you had the audacity to call shorts.

his cock twitched and throbbed in his sweats. you didn't know it but he was so turned on. you'd been teasing him since you got here, kissing his neck when you greeted him, raking your hand down his chiseled chest while he hugged you.

begging him for things in your needy voice, and now here you were sitting on his lap, smelling so sweetly, wearing his shirt, and he had a view of your ass and your "good girl" tattoo near your back dimple.

"you just love doing this to me, don't you?" he asked and you leaned back to look at him furrowing your eyebrows. "don't give me that look yn. feel what you did." he gripped your hips harshly and pushed you down onto his erection, causing you to gasp.

"i didn't do it on purpose, i was just–"

"oh sure you didn't." he cut you off and you pouted. when armin got mean, he got really mean. he handled you like you weren't his girlfriend and some random slut he fucked.

you liked it, but god, whenever he did, you were sore for days.

"i just wanted to study, and you won't even let me. your such a bad girl, you should just get that tattoo removed because it's a fucking lie." your core throbbed with how he was talking to you. you bit back a moan and he pulled your thumb from between your teeth. "you're ruining my precious lips, stop biting them."

"m' not bad." you pouted and he scoffed.

"then why are you so wet, huh? you getting off on pissing me off, yn? 'cause im not happy with you right now." and he wasn't lying, you had soaked right through your lacey shorts.

"you looked so good, and you were ignoring me."

"after i told you i would give you all my attention, all you had to do was wait." his thumg rubbed over you clothed clit causing you to whine and shake your head.

"no? but that's what you did, angel."

"m' sorry," your hips bucked when he slid one of his fingers in, after pulling your panties to the side. "m..more please!"

he scoffed at your begging, speeding up his finger, before inserting another one. you were already gushing over his palm, squelching sounds throughout the room, and your breathy moans into his neck.

"i want it, let me have it. i'll take all of it, i just want more." you palmed his erection and he slapped your hand out of the way.

your eyes watered up, and you ground your hips into his palm, craving more friction. you wanted it to be his cock. you wanted to ride him, to show him that you did all of this just to milk him of everything he had and relieve his stress but he wasn't have it.

"i don't care yn. and stop being so loud, already distracted me enough." when he felt you tightening around his fingers, he removed them and sucked them clean.

"ain't shit but a whore." he mumbled and you hated his degradation, you craved to be praised. armin rarely degraded you, and when he did all you wanted to do was cry. you got your 'good girl' tattoo for him because that's what you were. you were his good girl.

he stood up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. armin dropped you on the bed, keeping it simple and telling you to ‘arch your back’.

you flipped over and shimmied up, arching your back for him. armin hardly even gave you backshots, because he couldn't finish unless he was looking at your face. but it was your punishment.

all you could do was take it.

armin took his sweats off, and white t-shirt. "run and see what happens." he told you, and slipped his boxers off too, dick hitting his stomach. he pulled down your panties and gave himself a few pumps before spitting on your arousal and his shaft, making a puh sound. "put it in." he tapped your ass.

reaching behind you, you grabbed his dick and lined it up with your entrance before moving back onto his length, his tip sliding in. "alright." he moved your hand out of the way and held onto your hips before pushing himself in, in one swift motion.

he didn't even give you time to adjust. his pace was relentless, fucking you hard into the mattress, balls hitting your clit and stimulating you even more.

his thumb grazed your tattoo, then pushed your arch deeper into the bed. "baby, slow-ah-down. im g'nna cum." you pushed at his abdomen, and he grabbed your wrist.

"what'd i say?" he asked and you just moaned and drooled into his comforter. "i asked you a question."

"don't run," you mumbled.

"and you claim to be a good girl, good girls don't run from dick after begging for it. they lay there and take it. now be my good girl, and maybe ill let you cum." his words had you growing wetter by the second. wanting to feel more, you began to match his strokes. pushing against him so hard he stopped and let you work.

the ripples of your ass hitting his abdomen turned him on even more. "just like that." he groaned and you smiled, finally hearing his voice soften. before you could cum, he pulled out, causing you to whimper. "flip over," he urged you and you rolled over to your back.

your fucked out expression caused his dick to jump. "so pretty." he whispered. he pulled you to the end of the bed by your ankle, veiny hands wrapped around it. armin left a kiss on your ankle, holding it up high as he leaned down to kiss your lips. he pressed you down into the mattress and slid back in. moaning at how much tighter you had gotten.

"you're doing such a good job, baby." he kissed your forehead, then moved his thumb to rub circles on your clit, then sped up his strokes, tip kissing your cervix.

"i can't, please!" you scratched at armin's back. "min' can i cum, please. please! i ca–" you sobbed, tears streaming down your face at how much stimulation he was delivering to you.

he was so close, and hearing your beg had his hips stuttering, "come on angel, let me feel it." he coaxed you and you came hard. you'd never squirted before and armin was in awe.

"there you go! fuck you're so good. such a good girl. my good girl." he pushed himself as deep as he could go and you felt his spurts of cum empty into you.

₊ ⊹· thanks for reading, reblogs & comments are highly appreciated !

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

‘impatient, are we?’ gojo whispers and tosses his phone onto the backseat. ‘s-satoru, i can’t!’ you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. your hips moving in slow motion as you pant and sweat.

‘so dependent on me aren’t you? its okay baby, im gonna fuck you so good tonight.’ his big hands grabs at your ass and slaps it before bouncing you up and down on his dick, pounding you into a moaning, sweating, whimpering mess as you scream his name. he goes faster and deeper with every thrust and you can practically feel him in your stomach.

Bokuto is not fully oblivious to his size. He knows he has to prep you well to take him and he always does. Foreplay is never, ever skipped by him. He loves fingering your pussy, stretching it on his long, thick fingers. They’re rough from years of playing volleyball, but it only makes his touch more arousing. He’s not happy until you’ve cum as least twice around his fingers. 

Bokuto’s strength is never more apparent than when he’s fucking you. Even with his dutiful work to make you ready for him, your pussy still stings with stretch every time he pushes into you. It’s a good kinda sting though, one that makes you bite your lip and your back arch off the bed. 

Bokuto knows he should go slow. And he tries. He really, really tries. But the second he bottoms out in your sweet pussy he’s like a man possessed. He can’t stop himself from fucking into you with all he’s got. Each of his heavy, deep thrusts felt throughout your whole body. When his head isn’t thrown back moaning, because yes he is so vocal, he loves watching your tits bounce with each snap of his hips.

Bokuto being a pro athlete means that he is not only strong, but has an unbreakable stamina. Your pussy is sensitive and throbbing from multiple orgasms and he’s still fucking into you with no end in sight. “You feel amazing pretty girl.” He’s watching his cock slide in and out of you, loving how his dick looks covered in your slick arousal. 

Bokuto buries his face into your neck when he’s close. He babbles through his orgasm, pussy drunk and half delirious. “So- fuck- so good angel. Gonna fill you up. Love you so much. So, so much.” His cum is hot and thick, making you feel impossibly full. You love it, racking your nails down his back just like he likes while he empties himself inside you. 

"oh fuck, y/n." he moans, his hand pushing your head deeper on his cock. you try your best to keep up with his pace but his hips snap in a fast rhythm. spit rolls down your chin, coating the base of his cock. the room is filled with wet noises of your mouth as you try your best to please your boyfriend. armin pulls his cock away from your, wiping the spit of your chin before slamming his cock inside your mouth again, making your gag.

"gosh baby, you look so good with my cock in your mouth." you smile around his cock, sucking harder than before. your eyes are filled with tears and the salty taste of his pre cum dances on your taste buds.

"so messy." he murmurs when he notices the spit all round his cock and balls. you feel his nearing his orgasm as his thrusts become uneven. and soon his cum fills your mouth.