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[ultraviolence-aot]

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i’m screaming look at bertholdt LOOK AT HIM 🤤🤤 (actually don’t that’s my man… 😝)

here’s the rest lmao, but omgggg 😭🤤 i actually am ravenous for this man i need him NOW 🫠🤤

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Pt.1–Nerdmin Collage AU ❤️

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AT THE SAME DAMM TIME

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“Y/N?”

A familiar voice pulled you out from your own mind. You glanced up at the soft-spoken man in front of you. His shaggy blonde hair fell in front of his face, framing it perfectly. The flashing lights reflected off of the lense of his black-framed glasses.

Armin.

“Hey, I was looking for you.” He added with a smile. A light pink tint flushed his cheeks.

He looked… cute.

Or maybe it was the several alcoholic drinks you had downed over the last thirty minutes, thanks to your party animal of a best friend, Sasha. You continued to look up at his handsome face through your lashes.

No, no. He was cute. He was especially cute tonight.

“Y-y/n..? Are you alright?” Armin asked, tilting his head slightly at you. You nodded, smiling at his concern for you. He was sweet. Always.

“Y-yes, of course.. Just need some air, I think.”

He reached his hand down to you, motioning you to take hold of it. “C’mon, we can go outside.” You did, with no hesitation, noting the size of it - much larger than yours, and the warmth against your own.

You zigzagged your way through the crowded club, waving a quick goodbye to your friends and following Armin outside.

The cold winter air hit your face and for a moment, you thought it may completely sober you up.

No, I'm definitely still drunk. You thought, your head a spinning tunnel.

The pair of you leaned up against the cool brick wall, peering down the dark alley together - the bass and faded music of the club still filling your ears.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Armin blurted. You turned to look up at his eyes. His pretty blue eyes.

God, has he always been this tall?

“O-oh..” You stuttered, equally as nervous as the blonde-haired boy. He fiddled with his fingers, looking straight towards his feet. Something about him tonight, something in the air, something in the alcohol. You just wanted to touch him.

You leaned over to look at him a bit closer, bringing the palm of your hand up to his face. You could feel the soft skin beneath you. Your touch turned him into a flustered mess - his eyes wide with surprise, cheeks a dark shade of red, and his mouth agape.

Your attention fell onto his mouth, not noticing him shift his weight onto his other leg to ease the discomfort of the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Your lips,” you muttered, your face a mere foot from his. You could smell his cologne, a light pine filling your nostrils.

Armin gulped. “W-what about them..?”

“Pretty.”

God, you really were drunk. Pretty? I mean, yeah, they absolutely are.. but..

“Pretty?” He responded. You simply nodded, unsure of what else you could say. Embarrassment ran through you.

Why would you say that?

“Y/N?” Armin whispered, and the distance between you felt smaller. Much smaller.

Was it getting smaller? Was I unintentionally moving closer? Was he?

“Yes?”

“You like them?”

You released a breath you weren't aware you were evening holding. Yes, god, yes, you do.

You opened your mouth to reply, but froze, flustered.

“Say it.” He demanded, eyes sparkling in the dim light.

“Y-yes, I like them.” You obliged, your voice a whiny, cracking mess. A look of smugness came over him.

“Then what are you going to do about it?” He whispered again, his voice a tone you had never heard before. Sultry.

His eyes were a wild swirl of desire, flashing between your own eyes and your parted lips. He wants you to kiss him.

Within seconds, you had brought your face to his, your lips so close to his own that you could feel his warm breath on your nose. Both of your eyes were closed, your lips hovering over each other - tempting, teasing, considering.

“Armin..” You breathed, desperate. He hummed in response.

“Please..” You begged the boy.

“Please what?” He mumbled back. “Kiss you?”

“Yes.”

So he did, with no more hesitation, and no more nervousness. He crashed his soft lips against yours, wrapping his surprisingly firm hands around your waist and pulling you as close as you physically could be. The cold winter air was nothing to you anymore - your body a heated mess.

Your lips parted, and his tongue taking its place inside your mouth and lapping at your own. Your hands found their way under his loose shirt, and your breath hitched as one began toying with his buckle - the other running along the firm muscles he was hiding beneath his clothes.

You suppose it wasn't a huge shock - Armin was dorky, and quiet, but he was best friends with Eren and Mikasa. They were both incredibly fit.

Armin angled his leg between yours - pressing his knee against your crotch. You moaned into his mouth, and felt the smirk forming on his lips as he kissed you even more desperately.

His hands trailed down your back, over the hump of your ass until they were gently lifting your skirt. He gripped your ass hard, causing you to grind against his knee with more force.

Fuck.

His hands continued to rub and grab, slowly inching closer to the wet, hot mess between your legs. You had managed to remove his belt, tossing it down on the wet concrete and tugging his jeans down.

You pulled your face from his, your eyes flickering from his lips to the bulge beneath his boxers. Fuck, he looked so much bigger than you had expected.

“You want me?” He whispered seductively. You nodded.

He dropped to his knees, looking up at you through his glasses. He looked gorgeous. Desperate. He looked as if he was yearning for you. You ran a hand through his hair, the other tracing his jaw. “Beautiful,” he complimented.

He pulled your panties down to your ankles in an instant, grabbing one of your legs and tossing it over his shoulder as if you were a rag doll. He admired your pussy, sticking his tongue out and running it up your slit.

You could feel his tongue piercing against your folds. Your hands gripped his hair tighter, and he flicked circles around your swollen clit with his tongue. He groaned against you, the vibrations stimulating you further.

“So wet for me,” he breathed into you, “tastes so good.”

You arched your back as he slid his index finger inside of your cunt, whining out a slur of curse words as you tossed your head back. “F-Fuck, Armin.”

“Mmm.” He hummed back in response, curling his finger up to reach your sensitive spots.

It had been ages since you'd been touched - since you had touched yourself even. Your body was so hungry for more, so hungry for release. You felt the urge to cum quickly. It was embarrassing.

“I… I'm not going to last,” you whimpered, and the boy paused, pulling away from your cunt to meet your eyes. You groaned at the building pressure that had been stolen away. “W-What-” you began, before Armin rose to his feet and picked you up. “S-Shit!” You cried out in shock as he slammed you against the wall, hands gripping your ass and bulge pressed to your bare bottom half.

“Want you to cum on my cock.” He begged, “Please, baby.” He used one hand to pull his member out, lining the tip up with your entrance and swirling it around impatiently. “Tell me to do it.”

Your heart fluttered at the brute strength he had displayed, lifting and holding you against the wall as if you were as light as a feather. He pulled his glasses off his face and tossed them to the ground. “Always wanted this.” He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Please,” you pleaded, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Please, what?”

“P-please. Fuck me, Armin.”

You could barely get out another breath before he shoved the entire length of his cock inside of you, moaning as your walls squeezed him. “S-so tight. So wet.” He whimpered, his lips pressing against the sensitive spot on your neck. You cried out at the stretch, and the way he filled you entirely.

He let you adjust to his size for a moment, leaving soft kisses along your skin before he pulled all the way out and slammed back inside of you. He sped up his pace, thrusting so fast that you couldn't think.

You were moaning so loud, the boy brought one hand up to cover your mouth. “Shhh, baby. Don't wanna get caught.”

Shit. You were in public.

You made eye contact with him, his face so soft, so kind - yet so seductive and hot at the same time. Sweat dribbled down both of your foreheads. His hand muffled your moaning and crying as his cock slammed into you again and again. Each time he pulled out, your cut was desperately aching for his length again - for the force of his cock pounding your cervix.

Hurts so fucking good.

You were close. Very, very close. His tongue and fingers were enough to spiral you, but his cock was sending you over the edge. You could feel the tingling building in your limbs, and the pressure nearly capping.

“Fuck,” he groaned between thrusts, “feel your pretty pussy tightening. You gonna cum on this dick, Y/N?

He moved his other hand back down to your ass, using it to strengthen his thrusts. You gasped out. “Y-yes. S-so close,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. “F-fuck, i-.. i’m-”

“C’mon baby, cum for me.

God.

Your orgasm sent you drooling, moaning out the boy's name. Your cunt tightened around his member, bringing breathy moans from his own mouth.

He crashed his lips against yours, pulling away to speak in between kisses. “Gonna cum, baby. So close. Where do you want it, hm?”

Your sweaty forehead pressed against his. “Inside, please.”

“Yeah, baby? Want me to cum in this pussy?”

“Yes, please,” you cried out.

“Say my name, baby.”

You gripped his neck tighter, pressing your lips to his before pulling away again. “A-Armin, please. Want you to fill me up so bad.”

“Fucck…” He groaned, shoving his cock deep inside once again, before he spilled his hot juice. You felt his cock twitch inside your cunt.

You breathed heavily into each other, hearts still racing as fast as they ever had.

He slowly pulled his cock out, and you quietly whined at the emptiness you felt in your core. Hot, wet fluids dripped down your thighs as he sat you down on your feet.

A smirk built on the boy's lips. Before you could speak a word, he dropped back to his knees and brought his tongue to your pussy, prepared to lap up every ounce of the messes you had both made.

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