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“so what are you guys..?” the uncertainty in hitch’s voice seemed so genuine it hurt you.
“ hugh hefner and a playboy bunny? a classic” you replied back,
your hands wrapped at armin’s lower waist, your head rested on his slightly toned body. his posture kind of closed off with you covering around him. the velvet of the robe like material itched your skin when your face laid on his chest.
“oh my god i never would of thought of that” going all blonde and high pitch, hitch took the picture of the pair of you before handing your phone back.
“what did you think we were?”
“a sexy-ish sailor and a off brand lola bunny” hitch replied, her face slightly screwed from confusion. you and armin locked eyes before further continuing the conversation.
“what are you?” armin politely asked hitch, you looked up at him, you could feel a wave of warm and comfort in him. his arms moved to your shoulder, using as an armrest, your fingers interlocking with his.
“i’m karen smith dressed as a mouse duh. mean girls”
“that’s the most blonde thing you’ve done in a while” you stated towards her.
“are you lot ready or what?” annie’s voice echoed from the downstairs door, hitch and armin responded with a yeah while you pinched at his finger causing him to quietly yelp in pain. looking down at you armin watched your eyes while you shook your head to going.
“actually i’ll drive me and y/n don’t worry”
with everyone gone, the pair of you sat on the stairs, the tone of the room dropped almost as if the roles reversed armin prodded at you for an answer for your silence.
“c’mon talk to me what’s wrong with you” his eyebrows furrowed down looking at you. the pair of you sat in the hallway, the cold touching the bottom of your legs, the emptiness of the house causing an echo
“promise you won’t feel weirded out”
“you know i wouldn’t ever feel like that”
“just promise? please?” little cracks were shown apparent in your voice while you spoke to him
“i promise, now speak please”
“can we try something different at this party? we don’t have to if you don’t want to”
“sure if let me know”
“i saw this thing, it’s a consent thing, it’s like we agree now then in the actual time we don’t have to say yes because we did before”
“so how would i know if you want to stop?”
“we could have a word, that if either of us say we stop”
the hallway fell silent, you picked at your thighs with the feeling of how dumb you sounded.
“so you want me to just go along and fuck you when i want?”
“ if i agree before hand yes”
“ i’m okay with it, i just don’t want you to feel pressured on whenever you should tell me to stop or not”
“i’ll be okay, we’ll have a word”
“like what?”
“erm lightning”
“what if it naturally comes out?”
“why would we say lightning during sex armin? that’s not normal“ regardless if his joke was a joke the light laughter he caused you to spill out a short giggle of laughter.
“ fine we’ll use it, so just for tonight, we are agreeing that it’s okay to have sex, and you don’t have to say yes, and to stop if you say the word?”
“yes, just can you kind of be assertive with it, just harsher”. you were grateful, with a soft kiss on your forehead the two of you was off.
fast forwarding from the conversation in the hallway, the pair of you left for the party. with multiple people loving the couples costume, the small flat was full to the brim, and throughout the night you and armin drifted apart.
despite not being close, armin never failed to look for you in a room, his eyes darted at guys coming around you, talking to you, dancing with you yet he felt to bad trying to bring it up.
yet his blood boiled, you looked unbelievably hot there was no denying, the way the bodysuit barley covered your ass, the way your boobs practically spilled out of the top of the corset type top, the way you partially allowed other to come up behind you it pissed him off.
a few hours went by and a few people had left the party but not enough to say it was empty. once again adoring you from the corner of his eye, he watched as a guy laid his hand on you.
his hand pulled back at your shoulders, dragging your attention towards him, armin tried to make his way through the crowd but by the time he could you were gone.
“guys have any of you seen y/n?”
“check the room to the left” annie replied and in an instant he trailed off to find you.
opening the room door silently armin stood watching you, your back was turned looking for a spare charger. taking the opportunity to channel his slight anger, before anything armin checked he’d lock the door before he crawled behind you, his hands covering your mouth.
“ i’m not gonna hurt you if you stay quiet”
trying to get a solid glimpse of who had a hold on you. their arm grabbed you from your waist causing you to fall against him. He raised his spare hand to your chin, with cold steel meeting your face.
“you look so beautiful tonight…” the cold of his skin aligned up with your neck, the sharp edge of a knife was pursed to your face, the hand it was held in flexed it’s veins slightly by the tight grip it held.
“a shame it’s not gonna last”
you could feel your corset get looser, his hands fiddling with the tight knot you made.
“i’ve been watching you all night.. and i must say, it’s a pain seeing you with that guy” the more he spoke the more apparent it was that it was armin who trapped you slightly in the room.
your chest became tight, air spilled out your lungs while you fought for a release against him, but his hands dropped the knife to fight with your wrists. the tone he s
his hands fought to grasp at your face, his fingers abruptly squeezed your face together, his mouth was inches away from you ears, so close that you could hear the exhales of his breaths.
“c’mon don’t ruin this for us”
hard lumps of saliva pushed through fighting to combat the dryness of your throat. beads of sweat collected itself at your forehead while your body felt the grasp of his hand at your waist. your eyes adorned the way his hand was carefully placed, the bruise on his knuckles growing concern in your mind despite his actions.
the air in the spare room felt thick, the empty spaces caused everything to echo, the music from behind the doors too loud for anything inside to be heard.
not missing a beat , your hands became locked at your back with armin up behind you, his body forcing you to get to the edge of the spare bed.
falling onto your back, you finally got a clear view of armin from above you. his piercing blue eyes missing the gentle spark it usually possessed, the signature hugh hefner sailor hat was missing from his costume, his hair messed in the absence of it.
your costume felt like elastic at your skin, almost like it was glued on by the anxiety that welled in you.
“what’s wrong bunny, you look dull” armin looked so patronising, his finger flicked the bunny ears that followed on from your costume, his lips pouted before twisting into a daft laugh.
armin’s hands fussed with the fishnets, the complexity of them brewing his temper, frustrated by the time wasted, he allowed two fingers to interlock at two holes in the tights and pulled them leaving a gap at your thigh.
at this point you gave up on resistance, by the way he didn’t hesitate to tear things, the way he lured over your body, the pain in your wrist from when he held them from behind, none of it seemed worth fighting.
his fingers became familiar with your legs, starting from your ankles, to the new found tear, his fingers dipped in and out of the holes, his finger switching to his hand gliding up your inner thigh, the feeling of cold skin becoming warm welcoming him.
his fingers ran itself over your underwear loosely , his pupils dilating from the slight dampness you were in. flushed with embarrassment, the way that he seemed to handle you seemed greatly intimidating, so intimidating , you were laced in your own desire.
“for someone who doesn’t want this you seem more than ready”
his fingers ran down your slit slowly, almost effortlessly. a slight jolt of shock going through your body, the friction from the sheer material was enough to make you squirm under him.
“please don’t-“ your words spilled out in a stammer, your legs crossing together abruptly before he could move his fingers.
“shut up,” armin’s hands forced your legs back to its original position, removing your gloves, armin pried open your mouth, the gloves following as suited in your mouth.
armins middle finger grazed your clit slightly, working his way around it. a small amount of noise left your mouth by force yet soon became muffled due to the hold your mouth had.
you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to stare at his lips, the plush pink colour trapped in his teeth, the manner of his eyes dancing at your chest.
disheveled hair tickled your chin, the feeling of his lips on your neck was so soothing, the image of his flushed face clouded your memory with each vaguely soft kiss he put on you.
his kisses felt so sweet but bitter, you wanted to push him away yet melted at the way he went soft while he blatantly ignored you. tired of wasting his time, armin pushed your underwear to the side.
“if you’re gonna do this can you at least use protection?”
after speaking you allowed your eyes to look up at him for the first time, the play boy packaging of the condom locked in his teeth while he ripped it off.
“ trust me i am, you’d be a shit mother anyway”.
messing around with the belt of his trousers, dropping to around his knees, his hands stroked at his dick a few times, before rolling the condom on.
the pair of you took a deep breath. your breath was due to the sheer anxiety, while his was of complete relief. with no alerting you, armins hands locked at your waist, the tight grip turning your hands red.
forcing him self into you, you could feel the struggle as your body felt tight around him, the second he saw that, his hands removed. the gloves from your mouth and allowed you to recover lost breathes
“im gonna need you to relax or we’ll be here all night,”
the vibrations of his words made your skin become itchy, your hands pushed at his chest trying to get him off slightly, the disobeying movements causing him to pin your arms above your head to control you.
“why are you making this difficult bunny? it does have to be that way”
soon after, armin made a few thrusts into your body, no care was taken at all, the only thing causing movement was your body due to it being dragged down by his hands.
the room echoed with his grunts, your eyes aligned to watch his body hang over you. his eyes wouldn’t even take the time to look into yours instead it wondered around the room aimlessly.
the red on this face was apparent, the look in the eyes the same whenever he’s about to cum.
“get up” his hands pulled you upwards, the way his eyes ushered you fell straight down to your knees in front of him
going head first, you guided his cock into your mouth for the first time. you softly wrapped your hands at his thighs taking it as slow as you could, all your knowledge coming from shitty stories you’ve read. head pushing more down.
your tongue swirled at the tip before pushing back down, unbearable gagging sounding out while dark thoughts towered your little brain. eyes locking with his, armins face flushed different shades of red at the sight your eyes watering once again.
“ such a good girl,” his true nature poured out while his cock twitched in your mouth
your mouth grew sloppier, drabs of saliva stringing off his dick, spikes of tears welling in the whites in your eyes. his cock began widely twitching in your mouth ;his words turning into little groans and heavy breaths. “god are you gonna cry ” his last words sang while the warmth of his load held in your mouth, cheeks puffed out the heavy question on what next dwelling on you. all confusion, your body refluxed causing you to swallow everything whole.
“oh my god” armin’s word seemed sweet, going back to eye level; armin shuffled his sweats back up along with aligning his spine up.
“hey are you okay?” his head laid on your stomach, your hands messing around with. his voice felt so natural, the tone of compassion in his voice.
“yeah, you were great honestly”
“ i feel like that i may of over stepped, were you cool with that?”
“i didn’t mean what i said earlier, i’d think you’d be a good mother” his eyes looked up to yours dizzy with delight.