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ᰔℊℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃' 𝒾𝓉 𝓅ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃' with ONYANKOPON on a balcony.

for my 1500+ 𝒻ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉. requested by @prettybraat.

ᰔhere you go baby, happy black history month!❤️💚💛

ᰔcw: modern au! fem, black reader. balcony sex, exhibitionism, panty-ripping, backshots, hair-pulling, scratching.

ᰔdividers by @/benkeibear.

ᰔwc: 2.2k

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When your boyfriend, Onyankopon, or ‘Ony’ for short, texted you with a simple ‘get ready’ you immediately hopped up to pack an overnight bag.

Ony works as a financial consultant for one of the biggest banks in Atlanta, as well as a personal finance advisor, so he’s never short on dough and absolutely does not mind spending his hard-earned money on his baby girl.

You haven’t seen him in a while due to it being tax season and him working overtime at the bank, so you knew that when you saw him, you were definitely getting your back blown out.

As you were deciding which pairs of sexy panties you wanted to bring, your phone began to ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your man’s smooth, baritone voice filtered its way from the phone speaker and into your ear making you clench your thighs together.

“Hey, pooh. Are you off of work already? I’m still getting my stuff together.”

Onyankopon laughed once he heard you rummaging around in your room; who knows what all you were throwing in that gold and black sequin Victoria’s Secret duffle bag you loved so much.

“I’m about to FaceTime you, baby. I want to show you something.”

When he said that, you stopped packing and focused all of your attention on the phone - Ony chuckled because he knew how nosy you were.

The request to FaceTime immediately came through and you accepted it.

“ONYANKOPON!!”

He just chuckled deeply, “Not the government.” 

On your screen currently sat the finest version of your man that you had ever seen.

Now, Ony had always been fine; let's make that abundantly clear…

Smooth, flawless dark-brown skin, toned muscular body, tattoos up and down his arms and back (that were usually hidden by his business suits), straight white teeth, and don’t forget the inches that he was packing - eight and a half, to be exact.

Long, thick, and hard.

…but Ony with a fade and dreads pulled back in a half-up half-down ponytail? 

Oh, he must've been trying to call in for the next week or so.

“You went quiet on me, bae. Do you like it?’’ You were snapped out of your nasty little reverie.

“Do I like it? Babe, you look so fucking mouthwatering right now. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make the drive all the way to yours.”

Flirting sensually, you leaned your upper body into the camera and let your breasts spill out of your tank top for your man’s viewing pleasure.

You didn’t miss how Ony raised an eyebrow and bit down on his lower lip, pausing before he continued,

“To mine? Oh, we’re not going to mine, baby girl. I made a reservation for us at the Waldorf Astoria in Buckhead.” 

Leaning back out of the camera frame, you made your perfectly arched eyebrows jump while bringing a hand to your mouth to chew on the tip of one of your baby blue stiletto nails.

“You did, babe? That’s so sweet of you, I can’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a loud car horn honk from outside.

“Ony!! I didn’t know you were damn near almost here; why didn’t you say something, boy?!”

Tossing the phone onto the bed, you hurriedly gathered the rest of your things and shoved them into the bag before zipping it up. Your slides were on the side of your bed, so you slipped your matching pedicured toes into them and grabbed your keys off your nightstand.

“Hey, who you think you raising yo voice at, huh? Be good for me and come on outside, baby.”

—-

After climbing into the passenger seat of Ony’s navy blue BMW X5, he shut the door behind you and returned to the driver’s side.

You watched him carefully with slightly lidded eyes as he put his hand on the back of your headrest and backed out of the driveway.

Ony could feel you burning a hole in the side of his head, which made him bite his bottom lip again and send you a furtive glance while he drove through Atlanta traffic.

“What’s up, mama? Why you keep on staring at me?”

He knew good and damn well why you were staring at him.

You knew that he knew, because of the little smirk that formed at the corner of his plump lips as he held onto your thigh with his right hand and drove with his left hand holding the middle of the steering wheel.

The ride was leisurely, as all you had to do was sit there and look pretty, one leg propped up over the other as you scrolled through your TikTok feed. 

Ony moved his hand from your thigh to your foot, slipping your slide off and rubbing the sole of your foot.

“Oh! Babe…”

He just let out a soft hum of acknowledgment before turning into the parking lot of Seasons 52. 

Since Ony had made a reservation, you didn't have to wait long before a waitress came out to direct you both to your table.

This isn’t your first time coming here, but you still marvel at how everything on the menu constantly shifts and changes, yet always manages to always taste so delicious.

The salmon that you ordered was roasted to perfection; the potatoes just melted in your mouth and the green beans had just the right amount of crunch. 

Dinner conversation was fruitful, full of talks about your plans for university and Ony of the new investments that he was planning to make.

He held your free hand in his and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles while he sipped his wine and listened to you talk. 

His cocoa-brown eyes shined with love and admiration for you as you excitedly spilled about all of the classes that you’d be taking during the upcoming semester.

After you finished your dinner, Ony called for the waitress so he could pay then the two of you left with him guiding you by the small of your back to his car.

—-

Once you checked into your suite, Ony was on you like white on rice.

His large hands gripped you up, fondling your voluptuous ass cheeks while he repeatedly slotted his lips over yours in hot kisses filled with longing and need.

The cold links of his watch against your exposed lower back made a shiver race down your spine as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. 

Ony looked down at you, meeting your big, brown doe eyes; immediately his dick began to harden in his slacks.

“Nuh uh, we don’t have time for that right now, baby. I have another plan for yo sexy ass.” 

He swatted away the hand that reached for his belt buckle and pulled you up by your bicep.

The suite Ony booked was almost as big as your entire damn apartment: two bedrooms, a spacious living area, a kitchenette (that was too big to be considered a kitchenette), and two bathrooms, both fitted with walk-in showers and whirlpool tubs.

Your nails clawed at the pressed cotton of his white dress shirt as he backed both of you up into the nearest bedroom. The motion-sensor lamps clicked on as soon as you stepped over the threshold, bathing both of you in a sensual, amber glow.

The curtain to the in-suite balcony was pulled back revealing the beautiful Buckhead cityscape below you, along with a navy sky full of bright, twinkling stars.

Ony began unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it free from where it was tucked into his pants as he finally allowed you to grab his belt and begin unbuckling it.

“Somebody’s impatient..” He chuckled as you yanked it from the loops and threw it across the room.

Once he was shirtless and you were down to your panties, he scooped you up and carried you over to the window.

“Wait, Onyankopon, what do you think you’re doing??”

He didn’t answer, but instead unlocked the glass door leading out to the balcony and stepped outside with you clinging to him.

The slightly cool breeze from the evening air whipped against your naked skin and made you press yourself further into Ony, who cradled your chin and brought your mouth back to his to give you another breathtaking kiss.

“I remember you saying that you wanted to try some different things, so here’s your opportunity, baby. Now turn around and grab that rail for me.”

His big hand went to the fly of his pants for him to unzip them and tug them down. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and began sliding it over his hard dick.

Just as you were about to do as you were told, you could hear faint chatter from below: a couple of floors below, there was a group of men and women seated at a round table out on their balcony, having drinks.

“Ony, there’s people out here - what if they see me?” Bashfully, your hands flew to cover your naked breasts. 

As you were leaning down to look at the other guests, Ony rubbed his dick between your ass cheeks, bumping it against your clit. A soft moan left your lips and your eyes almost closed before you remembered what you were supposed to be doing.

“They won’t see you, baby. They might hear you, though.” 

You heard that damn smirk in his voice, but soon you forgot all about anyone hearing once Ony grabbed your panties with one finger and ripped the flimsy material off of you, flinging it aside.

“Oh, babe!”

A loud moan was pulled from you as your boyfriend pushed the head of his dick into your opening. Your hands flew forward and you took a tight hold of the balcony’s railing as Ony started pounding you swiftly from the back.

The sounds of your ass colliding with his hips were loud throughout the silent night, so if those people were just really listening they’d easily be able to tell what the two of you were doing.

One tiny hand with those baby blue nails fell free from the rail and grabbed at Ony’s veiny forearm for leverage; his thrusts had your entire body quivering already. 

Soon enough, long scratches began to cover his arm as you tried your best to hold onto him.

You looked up at him and could feel him grow harder inside of you from the visual: fat ass bouncing back on him, braids shaking free from your bun, and your mascara beginning to run.

“Hm, what?” He licked his lips again but didn’t slow his pace as he just looked back into your misty eyes. “What is it, baby? Too much for ya?”

“Ony, I’m…” You trailed off as he suddenly picked you up underneath your thighs, his forearms resting in the creases of your knees.

“I didn’t tell you to let go of that damn rail.”

“ONYANKOPON!”

“And you were worried about somebody hearing you.” He laughed and bent you in half, still jackhammering away as you bumped and jostled against his body, 

Your upper half is now bent over the railing as the wind picks up and whips your hair across your face.

“Onyankopon, I’m going to fall!” 

“I won’t let you fucking fall, girl. Got too many muscles to let you fall.”

He grunted and locked his arms around your thighs, heavy balls slapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks.

“Hold the fucking rail, and hold that nut, too. I’m almost there. Gunna cum for you, baby; just hold still for me.”

Ony grabbed your hair up into a ponytail to pull it out of your face and also to yank your head back so he could whisper in your ear.

“You see that shit, baby? See those city lights beaming so fucking bright for you as I fuck your tight little pussy open?”

“Ohh, oh God! Yes, baby, I see them! Fuck, I see them!”

“You cumming?”

“YES! Yes, I’m cumming, oh my God! I’m cumming, baby!”

“Let it go then, baby. Go ahead and cum for ‘The Great One’*”

After that, you were done.

Your release washed over you like a wave; luckily Onyankopon was holding onto you or you might’ve actually flipped head-first over that balcony.

You both moaned each others’ names as your orgasm triggered his, bodies bathed in the pale moonlight of the night, surrounded by nothing but the stars and your love for one another.

—-

After that first round on the balcony, Onyankopon took you back into the room and the two of you went at it in nearly every area of the large presidential suite.

He even took you again in the shower before he washed you both off, wrapped you in a towel, and brought you over to the bed, wrapping you up in the covers.

“I love you, Y/N…my shining star..” Was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into dreamland, nothing but sweet thoughts of your handsome man on your mind.

—--

a/n: *Onyankopon means ’God’ in the Ghanian language and ‘The Great One’ in Ashanti mythology, referring to the Sky God.

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●Texting your anime bf to show him your new nails!🍧💗💗

♡w/ denki kaminari, touya 'dabi' todoroki, and connie springer!

♡crack text fic!

(a/n: I got inspired to make these while scrolling my pinterest nail board lmao.

these aren't my designs!)

18+ /nsfw.

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[bleach-your-panties]

victory ride - jean kirchstein x black!fem!reader

⚽️:soccer player!jean x black!fem reader

💎:inspired minimally by a real life encounter I had and because y'all know jean will have y'all in the hospital with that thang between his legs

⚽warnings: university au, smut, consensual recording, oral (m! receiving), switch!jean

💎: banner: made by me on pic collage, image from pinterest, animated on canva

⚽:tagging @chrollohearttags because they not finna play with long dick jean silver's

💎: divider: @/firefly-graphics

⚽: 2.1k words

▶️: rodeo(remix)- lah pat ft. flo milli

—

He love how I ride it

Hop on the dick, I made him get excited 

This pussy off limits for lame niggas

Yeah, fuck me like you got some pain in you

—-

You sat idly scrolling through your cell phone while Jean was getting dressed in his uniform for the game that was to start in a couple of hours. 

The first away game of the season and the Island Devils would be going up against some preppy university one state over. 

While you had been studying this team extensively, Jean had opted not to do so as much, mainly because his nerves wouldn't let him.

"I'm ready, babe. It's time for me to board the bus." He said, looking at the silver, black-bezel Seiko watch that you'd bought him for his birthday.

Your family believed in that old ass superstition that you should never buy a man a watch as a gift, because it would mean the time in your relationship would run out.

Which is why it was just that - a superstition. You and Jean had been together since your freshman year of college and now graduation is right around the corner.

"Okay baby. Sasha, Connie, and I will be right behind y'all." You grabbed your bag and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lead the way, baby." He smiled that handsome and devious smile of his, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't think I'm not on to you, Kirchstein!" You pointed at him and began walking out of his apartment door and into the hallway to get to the elevator.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently all the while his hazel eyes were trailing all over your body: from your pastel pink manicured toes, up your toned legs and calf muscles, stopping at your plump, juicy ass that wiggled in the beige romper that you had on. "Damn."

"Uh huh, I knew it." You laughed and pushed your hand into his lower back, making him stumble into a corner of the elevator.

"You're mean." He fake-pouted.

"Uh huh," You said while typing something on your phone. "Better get used to it, buttercup, if you wanna win against the Freedomfighters tonight."

"Freedomfighters, what a stupid ass name." He scoffed. "We'll kick their asses for sure, don't you worry, baby."

When the team bus pulled into the hotel where you all would be staying, Connie parked the car in a space not too far from it and you all got out.

Apparently, the opposing team was staying at this exact same hotel because another bus, similar to your team's but decorated in green and red with a large design of two red roses on either side of a stone wall with a cannon blasting right through it, was parked right next to the guys'. 

A petulant-looking ginger was the first off of the bus, and Connie nudged you to get you to look. The tall, lean man was conversing with an equally-as-tall brunette with deep, emerald green eyes and his hair pulled back in a man-bun.

"He looks like an asshole." 

You chuckled, "He does and probably is. Come on, let's get inside."

The trio (you, Sasha, and Connie) walked into the hotel lobby and met up with Jean again.

His teammates were used to him running off to hang with the three of you and didn't really mind since he was the captain anyway.

"Ready to head up to the room, dollface?" He asked while heaving his backpack and duffle bag over his shoulders. His face came down to press a kiss against your hair, which made you giggle.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"No getting your dick wet before the game, Jean-y boy. Can't have you making us lose."

"Who the fuck is us? How many goals have you scored for this team? Oh right, zero." 

The two of them started bickering back and forth while you walked ahead with Sasha, who'd started chatting in your ear about a popular restaurant in the area.

Shiny metal doors parted for you all and Sasha hit the button for the doors to close until a tan, veiny hand stopped them. A group of very tall athletes sauntered in, laughing and chattering amongst themselves. 

The space inside the elevator soon became very crowded, almost squishing the four of you against the elevator's back wall.

'Damn, excuse you then, big ass niggas'  You thought while rolling your eyes.

"Verzeihen Sie uns. Platz für ein paar mehr?" (Pardon us. Room for a couple more?)

The ginger and brunette from before, obviously all of them are players on the team Jean is about to go up against us.

Said ginger rolled his eyes as they both stepped into the elevator and stood right next to you, finally letting the doors close.

"Eren, not everyone speaks German, cut it out." 

The brunette chuckled deeply. 

"My apologies."

His eyes then met yours, jaded hues traveling slowly over your frame, drinking you in.

"Meine Güte, was für eine schöne Frau." (My, what a beautiful woman.)"

You just raised an eyebrow, not understanding a lick of German, but Jean did.

He was between you and Eren in an instant, only having to take one long step forward with those strong, muscular legs.

While he was sizing Eren up, you were doing the same to Jean: your brown eyes roamed over all 6'4" inches of him.

How those black socks covered his legs up to just under his knees and how the silky white and blue shorts formed around the thick, muscled curvature of his ass just right.

Here you were drooling over him while he was about to murder Eren with his honeyed glare.

"Ja, das ist sie, und sie ist bereits vergeben." (Yes she is, and she's already spoken for)

Eren gave Jean a cocky smirk and held his hands up in a mock surrender.

"My apologies, again."

The elevator stopped on their floor and they got out, Eren still with his grin and Floch behind him with the look of a pure dumbass who would support his friend hitting on another man's girlfriend. 

"Who were those pricks, anyway?" Jean grumbled looking down at the three of you as you all walked out into the hallway of the fifth floor.

"The brunette was Eren Yeager from Germany, #5. The ginger, Floch Forster from Ireland, #7."  You informed the group.

"So you knew who he was this entire time?" Jean asked with an eyebrow raised and a teeny bit of jealousy threaded in throughout his usually calm and deep baritone.

"It's not that big of a deal, it's not like I'm his best friend. I just studied him a bit."

"Studied him?" 

Jean's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and his forehead wrinkled significantly. His face portrayed a pretense of self-restraint, like he was attempting to prevent himself from making a scene in the middle of the hallway.

"Anddddd that's our cue to go. Come on, Sasha." Connie quickly grabbed the dark-auburn-haired woman's hand and pulled her down the hallway in the direction of their room.

Awkwardly, you stood with Jean in the middle of the hallway for a few seconds until he turned and stalked off towards your shared room.

His long, spindly fingers held the hotel keycard in a death grip; the veins in his forearms protruded and you could feel your panties getting wet. 

"Um, are you mad?" 

They lost.

The Freedomfighters actually beat the Island Devils, 3-0.

If you thought Jean was mad before, oh baby, now he was enraged.

Not at you, but more so himself.

That damned Eren Yeager turned out to be a pretty decent soccer player and it only irritated Jean even more when he saw you standing on the sidelines with your video camera.

It wasn't unusual for you to record his games so he and the team could watch the playback later to see what needed to be improved upon, but tonight it only irritated him everytime he looked up to see you with the damned contraption pointed right at him.

Capturing all of his failures of the night live and in 4K resolution.

What made it even worse was that he saw you pointing the camera towards Eren quite a bit as he ran up and down the field.

Jean was only irritated further when you both had returned to the room after the game and he came out of the shower to see you curled up on the bed, already watching the newly acquired video footage. 

"Will you put that goddamned thing down already?" 

You leaned up from your reclining position on the pillow to acknowledge him.

"Come again?"

"You heard me, or better yet-" 

—-

I wanna fuck you right now

Reverse that cowgirl, I'm bucking right now

Climb on this standardbred, hope you can handle it

Beat that cat up when this dog put it down 

Let's make a movie, girl, I'll do the shootin'

Camera in my left with your hair in my right 

—-

"Yeah, just like that, baby….fuckkkk, hold that angle right there, don't you move."

Jean shivered, but kept his hazel eyes focused on the  image of you in the viewfinder swallowing his dick.

His right hand held a tight grip on your hair while he thrust his hips rhythmically back and forth, making you gag on his fat length.

Long and thick, his dick touched the very back of your throat, the outline of it making the skin of your neck bulge in the most grotesque fashion.

"You look so good like this, baby, practically inhaling my dick. Wonder what Yeager would think if he saw you like this, yeah?"

As soon as he mentioned the German man, his eyes crinkled with anger again and his thrusts grew in both force and speed.

Knowing Jean, he'd probably started recording over the footage you'd taken of the game, that which he could honestly give a damn about right now.

"Fuck, I think I like this view much better." He smirked and then let out a deep groan as he emptied his balls in your searing, placable mouth.

"Shit…" He made sure to capture the image of you swallowing his nut and then wiping the excess from around your mouth with those pretty acrylic-tipped fingers.

"Come here; come ride me, baby."

—-

No time to make love, yeah 

Keep screamin' you want it

Girl you lookin' lovely 

When you ride this pony 

We can do this to the morning 

So please come and ride me

Love it when I'm deep inside you

You goin' crazy, yeah

—-

Jean's muffled moans seeped through your hand as you now held the camera pointed at him while bouncing up and down on his thick length.

Years of being together and still you felt the stretch of your pussy every time he was inside of you. 

Your hand moved from his mouth and tangled in his ash-brown hair and pulled his head back and forth in time with your movements. He could be very loud in bed, which you loved because you revered a man that would let you know that you're making him feel good as well.

"Shit, Jean, baby, you look so fucking good on camera, just as good as you do when you're on the field." You mewled in heightened pleasure, wanting to throw your own head back but also not wanting to miss a single second of his gorgeous face gazing up at you.

His chest and forehead glistening with sweat, those honey-gray eyes shining with unshed tears as his body soon began to tremble with his impending orgasm. Yeah, you had that much of an effect on him. 

Just looking at you could make him hard in an instant, but looking up at you while you took his dick like you owned it (and you do) had him more swollen and readier than ever to shoot off inside you like the cannon depicted on the side of the Freedomfighters' bus.

Yeah, after the ride you were giving him tonight he was bound to forget all about Eren, the team, the game - hell, he might even forget his own name for a couple of hours.

That is, if he didn't have you screaming it through the thin walls of this hotel room in those next hours.

Eren might have won the game, but he was the one taking a victory ride tonight.

—-

(If you're horny)

I wanna feel your body on top of mine 

(Let's do it)

Right now, we ain't gone waste no time, baby (ride it)

Like a Harley in the wind 

Got you bragging to your friends the way you ride (my pony)

Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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💙🩵16. entertain + swimming pool with armin arlert💙🩵

💙black/poc!fem!reader. modern!au

🩵part of my 28th birthday event.

💙requested by @rheawolf, another long-time supporter of mine! thank you, love! 

🩵featuring @ ejthedon from @chrollohearttags rapper/influencer au. thanks again, love, for letting me use him! 

💙nsfw 18+. mdni!⚠️

💿: humble - kendrick lamar

💿: swimming pools - kendrick lamar

**all music and artists' likenesses belong to them!**

🤍2.6 k words

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See, Armin is very good at hiding details when it comes to surprising you with gifts and dates. 

For your birthday this year, he went all out with getting the two of you front-row tickets to the three-day music festival that Drake and 21 Savage are headlining. Kendrick Lamar will be there on the last night, also, and you're so fucking pumped to see him live. 

As you sit in the beauty salon getting your hair, nails, toes, and eyebrows done (all courtesy of Armin, of course), you excitedly texted your best friend to tell her about your plans for the next couple of days. 

bestie boo🫦🤎:  girl, you're so lucky. i wish  my man was thoughtful like armin. 

you: mhm. he's really the best. 💗

Once you were finished, you texted Armin to pick you up. It didn't take him long to pull up in his ocean-blue BMW. 

"Baby!" You ran and hopped on him. He hugged you to him, pulling your legs around his waist to secure you.

"Hey, dove. Be careful, you don't want to mess up your beautiful nails, do you?"

(Just picture your Zodiac sign)

Sighing softly, you knew he was right. Still, you nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his Armani cologne.

"Just happy to see you, that's all…" 

He smiled and rubbed your back. 

"I know, baby. I'm happy to see you, too. Come on, I've got a surprise for you in the car." 

Armin carried you over to the passenger seat and opened the door. You gasped once you saw what was laid out on the seat.

"Armie!" You cried as he let you down back onto your feet. He just chuckled and watched you scoop the bills up neatly to put them inside your wallet.

"What am I supposed to do with all this?" You asked rhetorically, knowing that he wasn't going to take it back by any means.

He shrugged. "Buy yourself something nice and put the rest in your savings. I don't know, baby, do what you want with it. It's yours." 

Tears pooled in your eyes. Armin's so good to you. Sometimes you wondered what you'd done to deserve someone like him.

"Thank you so much, Armie. You always make my birthdays so special." Sniffling and wiping under your eye, you were careful not to mess up your lashes.

"Aww, you're welcome, dove. Anything for you, and you deserve so much more. Let's go, so you can start getting dressed for the concert." 

Nodding happily, you picked up your bouquet of roses and set them in your lap so you could sit down. 

—

The first two nights of the concert were amazing, but it felt like they passed by way too quickly. 

Drake and 21 Savage were phenomenal, as well as the other artists that were featured. Armin and you were turnt up all night long; drinking, dancing, just having yourselves a grand ole time. 

Now you're sitting in your hotel suite getting ready to go see Kendrick. Seeing him perform and then spending the rest of the night with Armin will be the perfect ending to your birthday weekend. 

"Baby, what do you think of my outfit?" 

You did a little spin in the mirror as Armin raised one blonde eyebrow.

"I love it baby, but-"

"I know, I know what you're going to say, but it has shorts underneath it, daddy~"

This caused a little smirk to cover his lips.

"Oh really? Come here and let me feel then.."

You just giggled and playfully swatted his hand away, but Armin grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him as he reclined back on the bed.

"You won't have to worry about any creeps trying to cop a feel or anything."

Armin rolled his eyes. 

"I won't have to worry about that anyway, baby. Nobody has any fucking business putting their hands underneath your skirt unless they want to get knocked the fuck out."

He moved his head up to kiss your lips passionately, moving his hand down like he planned in order to feel underneath your skirt.

"Nobody but me…" 

Your eyes closed involuntarily as Armin's fingers traced up your plush ass cheek, stopping to squeeze the soft flesh.

"Mmm, babe…if we don't hurry and leave we're going to be late…" You moaned softly when he began pecking your neck with quick, wet kisses.

Chuckling to himself, his cerulean eyes gazed up into your brown ones before scanning over the rest of your face. You know that look.

He's turned on.

"Armie~" 

He laughed harder at you for moving off of him and attempting to tug him up off the bed.

"Okay baby, I'm coming. I wouldn't make you miss your big night."

"Yay! I love you! Come on, the Uber is probably already downstairs!" 

"Alright, dove. Lead the way…shit." 

Armin was going to have a time walking with this hard-on, and you walking in front of him in that tiny ass skirt wasn't helping whatsoever.

—

(A/N: Bold italics is Kendrick rapping. Regular italics is Armin rapping.)

"How y'all doing tonight?" 

The crowd roared as Kendrick came out on stage.

"I SAID HOW THE FUCK ARE Y'ALL DOING TONIGHT?!" 

You screamed at the top of your lungs, Armin right along with you. 

"That's more like it! Come on, everybody stand up!"

His first song was DNA, which never failed to get you hype.

Followed by Complexion, m.A.A.d city; Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe, Alright, LOVE, Loyalty, and Poetic Justice.

It all seemed to zoom by as you and Armin danced and sang along to every song.

"Alright, alright. I'm getting ready to close the night off, but let's turn it up one more motherfucking time!" 

Kendrick hollered and the crowd responded in kind.

"Nobody pray for me, it been that day for me, way, yeah yeah!"

You and Armin, much like the rest of the crowd were jumping up and down like maniacs as you belted out the song lyrics. 

Kendrick began moving around the stage as he rapped, coming close enough for you to brush your hand against his pants legs.

You pulled your hand back and stared at it as if it were made of gold.

"I'm never going to wash this hand again." 

Armin just snorted, thinking of how much more impressed you were about to be.

"Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances. Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this-

-Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I'm downin' this, D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts."

While Kendrick continued on, Armin turned you to face him. You looked up, as his six foot frame easily towered over you.

"Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my pay stub. Ooo, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste buds?"  

Warmth flooded your cheeks and made your neck itch as Armin rapped to you. He licked his lips and kept his eyes trained on your face. 

"MY LEFT STROKE JUST WENT VIRAL!" Rang out around you, but you were still trapped in Armin's azure gaze.

"Right stroke put lil baby in a spiral." 

He grabbed your hand and twirled you around, making you giggle.

"It's levels to it, you and I know. Bitch be humble, sit down. Be humble, sit down. Be humble, bitch, sit down. Be humble, sit down." 

"Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man Man? Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman. Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right. I make a play fucking up your whole life." 

"I'm so fucking sick and tired of the Photoshop. Show me something natural like afro on Richard Pryor. Show me something natural like ass with some stretch marks." 

Armin was really feeling himself as he rapped to you with his natural poise and charisma. 

He was looking so handsome in only a simple, black U-neck tee, gold chain, and diamond studs glimmering in each ear. Light-wash ripped jeans adorned his long, lean legs, ending in a simple black pair of low Air Forces.

You were starting to forget all about Kendrick with Armin looking at you the way he was and snaking that sneaky hand back around your waist to rest just above your ass.

When the song ended, Armin kissed your temple and turned you back to face the stage just as Kendrick began to speak.

"So, I've been told that we have a birthday in the house tonight. A Miss Y/n L/n?"  

Your pupils immediately grew two sizes and you tried to turn to look at Armin, but he kept you still and faced forward by gripping your biceps. 

"Speak up, baby. So everyone can hear you.." Armin whispered into your ear as Kendrick knelt on one knee to extend the microphone out to you. 

"T-that's me…I'm Y-Y/n…" You spoke timidly into the microphone. That made Kendrick smile. 

"I'm glad you came out to see me tonight, Miss Y/n. I think my good friend will also be glad that you came." 

His good friend? What was going on here? 

Nothing else needed to be explained as EJ walked out with a microphone. He dapped Kendrick up while you just started screaming like a maniac. 

Both of the men on the stage laughed as they watched you turn and throw your arms around Armin's neck and kiss all over his face. 

"Why didn't you tell me that we were seeing EJ, too?!" He laughed when you began playfully hitting his chest. 

"If I told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise!" 

Armin helped you up onto the stage when EJ motioned for you. 

"Alright, let's continue this birthday party then! Do you have anything that you want to say, baby girl?" He held the microphone out to you. 

"I…I just love you…" 

EJ chuckled. 

"I love you too, sweetheart. Happy birthday and thank you for being a devoted fan. Let's go!" 

EJ kept you on stage with him the entire time as he performed all of your favorite songs. Armin even came up and the three of you danced, rapped, and sang together. 

After the concert, you and Armin went backstage with EJ and had drinks with him, Kendrick, and the other artists that had been a part of the festival. 

After the meet-and-greet, you were sent home with a gift basket full of autographed memorabilia. 

—-

"I had such a great time tonight, Armie."

You sighed in content as you sank down into the warm, bubbly water of the indoor hot tub.

Armin reclined next to you, wet hair stuck to his forehead in dripping strands. He looked so damn good like this, and after all he'd done for you tonight, your folds were slick with your desire for him.

"Yeah, baby? I'm glad you did, sweet girl." 

He grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him, sitting you right on top of his hard dick.

You wrapped your arms around his neck just as he sat up to press his lips against yours. 

Armin gently held your neck while his tongue rubbed against yours. He sucked on your bottom lip, top lip, and each corner of your mouth.

"Mmm…babe.." 

"Mhmm…shit, girl." He grabbed a handful of your ass and smacked it hard. Your fingers moved to his neck to play with his chain while your wet breasts squished against his hard chest.

—

i think that I’m feeling the vibe

i see the love in her eyes 

i see the feeling the freedom is granted 

as soon as the damage of vodka arrived

this how you capitalize, this is parental-advised

and apparently, i'm over-influenced

by what you are doin'

i thought i was doin' the most 

til someone said to me

—

"Baby?" You asked innocently, still twirling his chain in your fingers while you stared into his deep ocean-blue eyes.

"Yes, my love?" 

You moved your hand from his neck to trail it down his side and over his stomach. His dick twitched underneath you, making you grin. 

"Why aren't you inside of me yet?"

Armin's eyes widened for a brief second before they became slanted, a devilish grin splitting his soft, pink lips apart, showcasing perfect, white teeth.

His hand on your ass began moving your bikini bottoms to the side. You watched him suck on the opposite hand's thumb and move it down to your top, pushing the triangle-shaped fabric to the side so he could rub his spit over your nipple and make it harden in the cool air conditioning surrounding you.

"Take it, daddy. It's yours." 

Armin cussed under his breath, moving his eyes back and forth between your beautiful face and hard nipples.

"Shit, baby girl. Don't have to tell me twice." He smirked at your use of his words from earlier and sank you down on his cock with one push of his hand on your ass.

—-

nigga, why you babysittin' only,

two or three shots?

imma show you how 

to turn it up a notch

first you get a swimming pool 

full of liquor, then you dive in it

pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

—-

Armin bounced you sloppily on his dick, making the water slosh around every which way in the hot tub.

His movements were usually more precise, making sure that he angled his dick just right to hit your G-spot, but right now he was drunk as fuck and just trying to fuck into you hard and fast enough to make you both cum.

“Armie! I’m close!” You whined, holding onto his neck with your legs wrapped tightly around his thighs.

“Oh yeah, I am too, dove…s-shit. Hold onto me, tight.” 

You were about to ask why, but Armin stood to his full height and pulled your legs around his hips. 

“Armin! I’m going to fall!” You panicked/moaned as he bounced you on him harder and harder. If someone were to walk in right now, they’d get quite the eyeful.

“Hush, I wouldn’t let you fucking fall. Drunk or not.” He smushed his face into your neck and inhaled your sweet scent before biting down on your neck. With one last hard thrust, Armin came inside of you. 

It was so much that it began to leak out and down your thighs, but he moved to sit down on the steps leading out of the tub so it wouldn’t drip into the water.

“Forever the gentlemen…” You panted, pressing your cheek against his while you rode out your orgasm.

“Always for you, my love. Happy birthday.” He smiled and kissed your lips, holding you close to him.

—-

i wave a few bottles then I watch em’ all flock

all the girls wanna play baywatch

i got a swimming pool full of liquor

and they dive in it

pool full of liquor, imma dive in it

#happy birthday admin #aot armin #armin arlert #armin x black reader #armin x black female reader #armin arlert x black female reader #armin x female reader #armin arlert x female reader #aot x black!reader #💗💗🍡°my fics #💗💗🍡°aot masterlist

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Suggestive🍭

“Be quiet, Asteria, or you'll get us caught!”

A little girl dressed in a baby pink nightgown that went way past her tiny feet was crouching behind the wall between the hallway and living room.

Another, dressed in a baby blue nightgown clutching a brown teddy bear, piped up irritably.

“You’re the one that should be quiet, Luna!” She whisper-shouted, “You almost woke up Soleil, and if she would've started wailing, we'd have been caught for sure!”

“Yeah, yeah- look! It’s him!” Luna impatiently waved her sister off and watched the scene in front of her with her blue eyes twinkling in excitement.

Asteria fired back at her twin, her e/c eyes blazing with pure irritation.

The two little girls crouched lower to the floor, daring not to inhale or exhale too deeply as they awed at the majestic creature that they'd only heard of in stories from their mama and papa.

A man so tall that his head almost brushed the ceiling was walking steadily towards their Christmas tree.

He was dressed completely in red with fluffy white trim along his long coat that brushed the floor as he walked.

“Look, Asteria, it’s him! It's really him! It's Santa Claus!” Luna shook her sister’s shoulder while Asteria’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“He is real…”

Her teddy dropped to the floor.

Both twins leaned on the wall and continued to watch. 

Santa let out a soft chuckle and crouched down to the small, wooden table situated beside the tree. 

A plate of lumpy, misshapen sugar cookies slathered in icing and sprinkles sat atop a decorative Christmas plate with a cold mug of milk next to it. 

With a jolly little laugh, he picked up one of the cookies in his black-gloved fingers and bit into it. A few of the crumbs spilled into his white beard, but he gently wiped them away. To wash down his treat, he took a long sip from the mug that read, For Santa Only. 

“Santa's eating our cookies! He's laughing!” Luna was trying her best to remain undetected, but her six-year old mind could barely contain itself as she almost shook her poor sister’s shoulder out of the socket. 

“I see it- Luna, you're going to tear my arm off!”

The man then let out a soft grunt as he eased himself back up to his full height. The twins would then notice the large, red sack that was slung over his shoulder. 

Santa opened his bag and began pulling out multiple wrapped boxes, varying widely in size and shape. 

“Shit, these kids are too fucking spoiled.” He chuckled lowly to himself. 

“Need some help, Santa?” 

Armin’s sky blue eyes shifted over to your smiling face. Hints of amusement danced at the corners of your lips. You always had been good at sneaking up on him.

“How thoughtful of you, Mrs. Claus, but I think I have it under control.”

You strode further into the room, your matching white-fur trimmed robe trailing along the floor behimd you.

“Hmm, you got any presents for me in that sack?” You fluttered your eyelashes at him flirtatiously while bringing a hand up to trail along the buttons on the front of his coat, skillfully popping the ones closest to his belt open.

“Mmm, not in this one, but in this one I might.” Armin smirked elvishly and took hold of your hand, dragging it down to his crotch. A snort left your lips.

“How about I put another baby in you for Christmas? What do you say, Mommy?”

Your eyes grew twice their size. “Another baby?! Please! Soleil is barely a year old!”

Armin shrugged nonchalantly. “The gift that keeps on giving.” He then burst out into laughter as you started tickling his stomach.

“Hey, stop! What are you trying to do?!” He laughed harder as you dug your nails into his lower abdominals.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m tickling Santa Claus because he can’t control that little perverted mouth of his.”

“Mm, baby, I’m pretty sure that it’s a crime to call Santa Claus a pervert on Christmas Eve.”

Luna and Asteria were completely baffled at the sight in front of them. Their mommy was tickling Santa Claus and making him giggle!

“Luna…are you seeing what I’m seeing right now?” Asteria whispered, bringing her teddy up so that it could watch the show as well. Luna could only slowly nod in astonishment.

“It was really sweet of you to do this for them, baby.” You told Armin while gently caressing his face with your hand. “Thank you.”

He took your hand in his gloved one and kissed your knuckles, languidly dragging his lips over them before they reached your huge diamond wedding ring.

“Of course, my love. I’d do anything for my goddess of love and my three little cherubs.”

Taking both of his cheeks in your hands, you slowly brought your lips to your husband’s in a warm, passionate kiss.

Armin reciprocated immediately and wrapped an arm around your waist, slightly dipping you forward.

The twins gasped.

“Luna!”

“Asteria!”

They shouted at each other in unison. “We just saw mama kiss Santa Claus!” 

You and Armin broke away after a few moments of tender bliss, both looking towards the hallway where you could see the shadows of two little girls and a certain teddy bear.

“Well, looks like we’ve been found out.” You giggled and took your thumb to wipe a bit of saliva off of Armin’s bottom lip.

“They are your kids, after all.” He quipped.

“They’re your kids, too!”

“Mhm, but they take after you. Nosy.” Armin moved away with a laugh as you swatted at him. 

Bringing you back to him by wrapping both arms around your waist this time, he pecked your cheeks and in retaliation, you licked his nose. Those baby blues turned to a deep royal hue then.

“You’d better stop before Mommy and Santa Claus end up doing a lot more than just kissing.”

----

*ᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵃ: ᵍʳᵉᵉᵏ. ˢᵗᵃʳ

*ˢᵒˡᵉⁱˡ: ᶠʳᵉⁿᶜʰ. ˢᵘⁿ

*ˡᵘⁿᵃ: ⁱᵗᵃˡⁱᵃⁿ. ᵐᵒᵒⁿ

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

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[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Smut🍡

**Jean was the 2nd place poll winner with 23.3% of the vote!**

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday, ever since you were a little girl.

When it came time for you to leave for college, you feared that you wouldn't be able to continue participating in your traditional family holiday activities since you'd be going to college out of the country, let alone out of state.

That was when your long-term boyfriend, Jean, suggested that the two of you make the long journey back to your hometown in the United States for the holidays this year.

When he made the suggestion, you were a bit hesitant since plane tickets from Germany to the U.S. are quite expensive, but he told you not to worry about the cost.

—-

Your family members get along extremely well with Jean upon their first meeting.

He's charismatic, funny, polite, and just an overall joy to be around; especially a hit with your aunties and older female cousins.

You even had to check a couple of them (more than once) when you caught them trying to down talk you and up play themselves in fruitless efforts to try and get Jean to look their way.

That would never work, of course, because this man is irrevocably, undeniably in love with you.

After the commencement of dinner, most of the guests broke off into separate groups, classified by either age or interests. 

Many of your older family members were still seated in the kitchen, sharing old stories and downing a large pitcher of spiked eggnog. 

They may fuss and disagree over a lot of things, but alcohol seems to be the one mediator that will keep everyone from choking each other out. 

A few of your cousins’ girlfriends pulled you away, probably so they could ask you about Jean while the oldheads got drunk in the kitchen and gossiped about their children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews.

—-

“Hey, Y/N! Your boy in there to’ up! Big boy can’t handle his liquor too well!” One of your male cousins laughed as he stepped out onto the back porch. Immediately, you sprung up out of your chair and sprinted through the back door into the house to get to Jean.

You know as well as Jean that he cannot handle his liquor, and, more likely than not, your male cousins had been goading him into drinking above his tolerance.

“Elijah! Y’all just sat here and let him drink all of this!?!” You fussed as your eyes scanned over all of the empty decorative pint glasses.

“Aye, that’s a grown ass man. What was I ‘posed to do, tell him no? He was just having fun!”

Jean was a mess: slumped against the kitchen bar stool and giggling, barely hanging on to the countertop. 

“At least help me get him upstairs so he can lie down. Ain’t this some shit…”

So Elijah helped you get Jean into one of the spare bedrooms. 

—-

His long body flopped unceremoniously onto the quilt laid out on top of the bedspread. You glanced at the door once to make sure that it was locked before turning your disgruntled expression onto your inebriated boyfriend.

Jean was really fucked up; he had a dopey smile spread across his lips that, you couldn't deny, did make him look undeniably cute and handsome.

“Mmm, baby you look so sexy in your Christmas outfit. Want you so bad right now..”

Those sneaky fingers edged along the covers, crawling up to rest on the curve of your covered ass.

“Jean, we can’t fuck in my relatives’ house! Everybody will hear us! You're already loud enough when you're not drunk.” You hissed between your teeth. 

“Please, baby.  I promise I'll be quiet. I'll be a good boy, just please. Please please, fuck me, Mommy, please!” 

Normally you wouldn't have played into his hands during a situation like this, but his desperate begging made a switch turn on in your brain that couldn't be turned off even if you wanted to.

Before you knew it, your fingers were unbuttoning your cardigan and unlatching your bra while Jean smiled up at you drunkenly and tugged your leggings down your thighs.  

“O-oh fuck..” 

Jean’s wet, throbbing dick slapped against your pussy lips as he tried (and failed) to get it into your hole. 

“Here, baby. Let me help you.” Very gently, you took hold of his thick cock and began guiding it between your folds.

As soon as Jean got inside you, he came.

“What the fuck did they put in that eggnog? An aphrodisiac?” You couldn’t believe your fucking eyes right now.

“Fuck, your hands feel so good on me baby, couldn’t control myself. Please let me get inside you, again. Wanna make you feel good, too~”

—-

“F~uuuck, pussy clenching me so fucking good..!” Jean slurred, hazel eyes rolled to the back of his head while he caged you beneath his much larger body.

“Shit, you cumming again, baby?” 

That question became a rhetorical one once you felt his hot speed spurting out of his dick and filling you to the brim once again. Your pussy lips were puffy and swollen from Jean’s overenthusiastic thrusting.

You were going to have to find a way to sneak that quilt up out of here and have it dry cleaned.

“Mmmm-shit. So good~ Need more. Can we go again, please Mommy?” He breathed against the side of your face. Breath sickly sweet, just like eggnog mixed with rum and peppermint vodka.

----

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

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[bleach-your-panties]

Tumblr Summer ’22 House Party

swimming pools – kendrick lamar (collegeau!armin arlert x black!fem reader)

key:

Y/n-your name

e/c – eye color

s/o/b – shade of brown

pour up (drank)

head shot (drank)

sit down (drank)

stand up (drank)

pass out (drank)

wake up (drank)

faded (drank)

faded (DRANK)

--

“I-I don't know, guys! You know I have a lot of studying to do…midterms are coming up-and, hey! Connie!”

Said Hispanic male rolled his golden brown eyes at his blonde-haired friend as he held the textbook above his head - even though he wasn’t much taller than his friend, his arms were just a tad bit longer.

“Really Armin? Midterms are over a month away and you’re already preparing? We’re in college now, and you need to start acting like it, dammit!”

He flung the book across the room, a loud ‘thud’ sounding off as it narrowly missed the still form of Armin’s best friend and roommate, Eren. Somehow, Eren didn’t even flinch.

Green eyes flicked over to the commotion of the two males and an eyebrow beneath disheveled brown hair was raised.

“Still trying to convince him, Con? Good luck with that. I’ve been begging him to come out with me everyday since the semester first started. Give it up, he’s a lost cause.” He waved his hand dismissively before turning towards the wall and throwing his blanket back over himself.

Armin stared down at his hands that were clenched on his thighs, a hot blush on his cheeks as he listened to his friends discussing him.

Socializing around large groups of people was never an activity that he was fond of. He was nowhere as near as popular as Connie or Eren. If he went to that party he’d just be a lost face in the crowd. A ghost.

“Well, I..you guys know there’s bound to be a lot of alcohol there and I’m not much of a drinker. O-or dancer..so I’d feel really out of place and-“

“Blah blah blah! Do you hear yourself, dude? You’re worried about the wrong things!” Connie plopped next to Armin on his twin-sized bed and threw an arm around his shoulder.

“Listen to me Armin. It’s not about how good of a dancer you are or how shit-faced you get. It’s about living in the moment. We’re not in high school anymore; we can be free and live as young men!”

He stood up from Armin’s bed, one fist raised high into the air with a triumphant look on his face. Eren began snickering from underneath his blanket, while Armin just sighed and shook his head at his persistent friend.

Would it really be that bad if he went?

--

Walking into the party alongside Connie and Eren, Armin immediately felt out of place. One hand nervously tugging at the lapel of his dark blue jean jacket and the other stuffed deep into the pocket of his grey trousers.

The ambiance in the house was definitely set: it was completely dark, save for a light machine that flashed various colors – red, blue, green, yellow, purple. Loud music with thunderous beats caused the house to somewhat pulsate as bodies shrouded in the darkness grinded against each other to the beat.

“So, uh, what now-“

“Come on, man!” Connie pulled him along, passing by multiple inebriated guests with Eren trailing behind the two.

They ended up in a kitchen, which had more lights on than the main area of the house. Bottles of different types of liquor littered the kitchen island, along with red plastic cups, some of them very tiny. Shot glasses.

Eren’s green eyes gazed over the selection, a small smirk turning up his lips as he grabbed a cup and began to mix a concoction of fruit juice and one of the various liquors.

“Now this is what I call an open bar!”

Armin’s blue eyes raked over the selection, not recognizing any of the names. “Do you think that they have any soda around?”

Eren shrugged before nodding his head toward the fridge in the corner. “Look and see.”

The idea of snooping around someone’s house unnerved him, but Armin pushed that thought aside and opened the sleek black refrigerator, grabbing a can of Sprite.

Settling into a bar stool at the counter, he popped the top on his soda and took a sip, cringing at the acidic taste.

“Is that really all you're going to have?” Connie asked, sipping on the concoction that Eren had poured for him before eyeing Armin’s Sprite like it was poison.

The blonde gulped. “Uh, yeah?”

“Bullshit. Here.” Eren pushed two small shot glasses towards Armin, his green eyes boring into the blonde’s skull as if he were trying to telepathically convince him to drink them.

“Eren, I don’t know…”

Connie clapped him on the back, his own cup raised as he nodded at Eren, who also raised his.

“As your official passage into manhood, you have to at least take two shots with us, that’s it!”

Eren nodded, “Two shots.”

The two males raised their cups dutifully, making the blonde sigh and half-heartedly raise his as well.

“To Armin! For no longer acting like a pussy!”

“H-hey!”

----

now i done grew up ‘round some people livin’ their life in bottles

granddaddy had the golden flask

backstroke everyday in chicago

some people like the way it feels

some people wanna kill their sorrows

some people wanna fit in with the popular

that was my problem

--

After taking shots, Eren and Connie both got pulled away by some of the popular kids in their circle.

They made sure that he was good before leaving; Armin just decided to take his half-empty Sprite and cup with a bit of Eren’s concoction and venture into the sitting room of the house.

There weren’t as many people in here as the living area, which had been transformed into the dance floor. A group of guys dressed in sweats and fraternity t-shirts crowded around a hookah machine as some held attractive girls in short skirts in their laps.

He sat upon a futon that was situated in front of a bookshelf. Almost tempted to pluck one with an intriguing title from the shelf, he froze when a very deep, masculine voice called out.

“Hey, fresh meat.”

He looked up and saw two beefy blondes standing in front of him, looking down at him like he was an insect.

“What the fuck? Are you drinking a soda at a kickback?” The one with glasses spoke loudly, pointing at Armin’s Sprite, causing interested eyes to flick over to the scene. A few of the girls giggled, causing Armin’s ears to heat up from embarrassment.

“I-uh, is that a-a bad thing?” He gulped, making eye contact with stormy grey eyes behind thin, circular wire frames.

The jock didn’t answer, instead turning towards his friend, communicating silently.

The other beefed up blonde only nodded, leaving the room shortly before returning with another red cup.

“Here, I think you need this, little one.” He chuckled, pushing the cup in Armin’s face. A strong smell of liquor wafted up Armin’s nostrils, making him crinkle his nose.

“Drink it! Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!”

The entire room chanted, waiting for him to gulp the liquid down, and do it quickly.

i was in a dark room, loud tunes

lookin’ to make a vow soon

that imma get fucked up, fillin’ up my cup

i see the crowd mood, changin’ by the minute

and the record on repeat, took a sip then another sip

then somebody said to me

“Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!”

“Help him loosen up, Zeke!”

“Take another one!”

nigga, why you babysitting only two or three shots?

imma show you how to turn it up a notch

first you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

pool full of liquor then you dive in it

i wave a few bottles, then i watch em all flock

all the girls wanna play baywatch

i got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

pool full of liquor imma dive in it

--

“Ugh..”

Armin held a hand to his forehead. He felt dizzy and discombobulated.

‘Is this what it feels like to be drunk?’ he wondered.

He looked at his surroundings and pushed himself off of the wall that he felt he had been leaning against.

Standing to his feet, he slightly wobbled on his first step. Music pounded his eardrums and the shuffling of bodies around him started to make him nauseous.

“Hey, are you okay?” A soft voice called out somewhere near him.

Armin turned his head all around before looking down slightly and spotting a woman that was looking at him with a face of concern.

With a red cup clutched in her hand, her e/c eyes looked him up and down, a small frown adorning her full, lipgloss-covered lips.

She’s about a head shorter than him with a cute, curvy figure. Her big, e/c eyes accentuated perfectly shaped and filled eyebrows, long thick eyelashes, a petite nose and of course, those luscious lips. Her skin a pretty s/o/b color that rested beautifully against the black mini dress and white denim half jacket that she sported. Dark-colored hair draped over her shoulders and fell against her sides in deep waves like the ocean.

‘Damn, she’s pretty..’ Armin managed to form that one coherent thought before he snapped out of his trance, cheeks blushing pink as he noticed her staring at him in concern now.

“O-oh, me? Yes, I’m f-fine!” He said a bit too loudly, causing a sweet giggle to erupt from her lips.

“Well..you were swaying and moving slow like a zombie, so I deduced that you’re a little fucked up. This your first time drinking?”

His blush only brightened and spread as she moved closer to him, taking hold of his arm gently.

“That obvious, huh? I don’t really come out like this often..” He admitted, taking his plush bottom lip gently between his teeth. She nodded at his answer, beginning to pull him along with her.

They wove through the crowd until they were situated somewhat in the middle.

Until now, Armin hadn’t noticed that he still clutched that red cup in his hand, a sizable amount of liquid still in it. How that was possible with the staggering he’d been doing, he didn’t know, but as the woman that’d pulled him with her pulled herself in front of him and gripped his free hand, he quickly tossed back the rest of it.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Wanna dance?” is what he thought she said; it was kind of hard to tell with the whirring in his ears and the bass of the song that was currently playing. He nodded nonetheless, crunching the cup and tossing it behind him somewhere so he could wrap both arms around her waist.

----

okay, now open your mind up and listen to me, kendrick

i’m your conscious, if you do not hear me then you will be history, kendrick

i know that you’re nauseous right now and i’m hoping to lead you to victory, kendrick

if i take another one down, imma drown in some poison, abusin’ my limit

i think that I’m feeling the vibe

i see the love in her eyes

i see the feelin’, the freedom is granted

as soon as the damage of vodka arrive

this how you capitalize, this is parental advice

then apparently, i’m over-influenced by what you are doin’

i thought i was doin’ the most then someone said to me

----

Their bodies melded together as she wound her hips against his front. Her arm snaked up in an attempt to wrap around his neck, but it was just a bit too short.

Chuckling softly, Armin, with his newfound confidence, grabbed her wrist and held it gently as they continued to sway to the music.

After this song went off, y/n peeled herself away from him, Armin’s pink lips slowly moving into a frown until she took his hand, leading him back through the crowd and outside.

“Where are we going? You’re not trying to isolate me so you can murder me, are you?” He asked playfully, eyebrow raised.

A jolly laugh left the s/o/b woman’s throat and she shook her head.

“You’re funny, but no. It was getting too hot in there. Too many niggas sweating around us.” She chuckled.

Armin noticed that the backyard of the house is fairly large, and that it houses an in-ground swimming pool.

The water is clean and shines a beautiful blue-green with emphasis from the tall lamp posts that surrounded the area, giving it a very homey feel.

The two sat at the pool’s edge, peeling off their jackets and laying them to the side. Turned towards each other, a comfortable silence fell over them as they took a moment to just bask in the events of the evening.

Y/n, who was no stranger to parties like these, was the exact opposite of Armin who had never been to a house party (or any party) in his life and was basically addicted to his studies.

Y/n was a frequent party-goer that just honestly wanted to have a quiet night in tonight, eating junk food and watching her favorite shows in pajamas. Of course, her two best friends had to beg her to come out with them, ultimately ditching her once they got inside.

“So this is really your first party? You seem to fit in well.” She looked at him, his cerulean blue eyes boring back into her like dark sapphires.

With a small nod, Armin’s mouth twitched into a smile.

“Well, I’d have rather stayed in my dorm, if we’re being honest. I kind of got dragged here by my friends.”

“Really? So did I!”

This caused a small bout of laughter to erupt between the two, no doubt drunkenness contributing to their goofiness. Y/n had probably had just about as Armin, if not more. She was just more used to drinking.

“Well, mystery boy, I’m glad that you decided to come out tonight. I like hanging out with you.”

With a smile, he took her hand, slowly pulling her up with him.

“Armin. My name is Armin. I’ve liked hanging out with you, too, y/n. I’d..like to do it again sometime. I-if that’s alright with you, I mean! You don’t have to-“

A slim finger with a white-polished stiletto nail rested against his lips as y/n giggled over his stuttering. The ever present blush on Armin’s cheeks deepened at the action and he brought a hand up to wrap around her wrist again, just as they did while dancing.

“I’d like that a lot, Armin.”

Pulling her gently closer, Armin looked down into those pretty e/c pools as their faces inched closer and closer.

----

nigga, why you babysitting only two or three shots?

imma show you how to turn it up a notch

first you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

pool full of liquor then you dive in it

----

Lips brushed against each other, Armin taking a hold of y/n’s waist and pulling her closer.

They each sighed softly into the kiss, the taste of her lip gloss invading his taste buds as he obliged her request to deepen the kiss.

Despite the alcohol they’d had, neither tasted strongly of it, only of their natural scents and tastes.

Y/n gripped the front of his white t-shirt, catching him off guard and making him stumble dangerously close towards the edge of the pool.

Armin, in his state of inebriation was too focused on the kiss to really catch his footing.

It all felt like slow motion, y/n’s squeals in his ear as he haphazardly gripped her by the waist and ass, pulling her to his body as they both finally plunged into the cool water of the pool.

SPLASH!

----

i wave a few bottles, then i watch em all flock

all the girls wanna play baywatch

i got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

pool full of liquor imma dive in it

----

Armin soon resurfaced from the depths of the water, his hold on Y/n almost making them both sink. Her knowledge of how to swim made her push away from him so they wouldn’t both drown until she could resurface. Once she did, he made sure to hold tightly to her hands and guide her out of the water once he was situated on the pool’s steps.

“Y/n, are you alright?! I’m so so SO sorry, oh my God! I didn’t mean to-! I tried to catch both of us, but I lost my footing and-!”

Armin’s rambling was interrupted by giggles, making him stop and look at the drenched woman in front of him.

“I-you’re laughing?”

Armin began to question why he wasn’t being chewed out, but stopped when his eyes caught sight of Y/n’s sopping wet dress clinging to every line and curve of her body, leaving little to the imagination.

The now sheer black fabric clung to her nipples, which were erect from the water’s temperature and the slight August breeze that blew around them.

Trying to look down and away from her breasts, his eyes landed upon the area where her thighs met and the soaked fabric allowed him to see her light-colored panties.

“O-oh shit, you’ve gotta be cold! My jacket..” He looked around for it anxiously before remembering that it was on the other side of the pool.

Y/n only giggled again, moving some of her wet hair away from her beautiful face. She still looked amazing in Armin’s eyes, even more so with her dampened hair resting on her shoulders, flowing down to her waist.

“It’s okay, Armin, it was only an accident. It was kind of fun actually. We should get out of these wet clothes though before we get sick.”

Armin’s cheeks heated up as his still-tipsy brain hung on the words “get out of these clothes” even though he knew she didn’t mean it in that way.

“I could give you a ride to your dorm so you can change clothes. Again, I’m really sorry about this.” He gave a gentle smile and extended his hand, which she took without hesitation, returning the smile.

----

pour up (drank)

head shot (drank)

sit down (drank)

stand up (drank)

pass out (drank)

wake up (drank)

faded (drank)

faded (DRANK)

-----

“Thank you Armin, that’s really sweet of you. I have another idea though-why don’t after I change, we go back to your dorm, watch movies, and eat snacks? I’m sure we both could use a little sobering up and I like spending time with you.”

Was he dreaming right now? Never had he even thought of bringing a girl back to his dorm, nor had he had the privilege of being asked to do so, but he figured since he was trying new things tonight that spending more time with Y/n wouldn’t be bad at all. Besides, it’s not like he didn’t want to; he very much did.

With his ears burning and a cute smile on his face, he nodded and wrapped an arm around Y/n’s shoulders, bringing her body closer to his for warmth.

At the back door of the house watching the couple walk off was Connie, Eren, Zeke, and Reiner. The young men all gave each other high fives and exchanged knowing smirks.

“Our little Armin is all grown up now!” Connie laughed as he began humping the air, making Eren and the others burst out laughing.

‘It’s about time’ Eren thought with a smile on his face.

----

nigga, why you babysitting only two or three shots?

imma show you how to turn it up a notch

first you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

pool full of liquor then you dive in it

i wave a few bottles, then i watch em all flock

all the girls wanna play baywatch

i got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

pool full of liquor imma dive in it

----

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