Not so innocent 🔞 | arminxreader

Dom in the making 🍋🍋🍋

AN— soooo i did want to turn armin slowly into a Dom as the story goes on but I think we need a bit of sub armin first 🤰

your room grew dark as the evening crept in, the only visible thing in your room was armin holding you close his body and the silhouettes of the objects in your room. With armin still holding you, you briefly leant over to your desk and lit a long, thin candle in a brass stand, causing the room to resonate with a golden glow as you placed it on your bed side table. You turned back to him, still shocked from what armin had just said.

"Hold on... what do you mean by that?" You hesitated slightly as you were taken back by his sudden words. You also weren't sure if he was just being naive and innocent by saying something he didn't mean or if he was on the same page as you. Armin blushed slightly as he pulled back from the hug, his hand almost subconsciously landing on your thigh as he looked at you.

"I mean, take your anger out on me. You can take those words however you like, y/n" he said as his innocent smile completely opposed his intimate words. Your eyes widened at his sudden burst of confidence, your smirk becoming more evident on your lips as you stared back at him. You had to admit, even though he was slightly shy almost all the time, he had a weird way of making your heart race with just one sentence.

As your heart sped up, you felt a rush of adrenaline flow through your body and without being able to process your own actions, you pushed armin down against the mattress. His ocean like eyes gazing up into yours as he bounced against the rickety bed. "I remember what you said at the party, about what you liked in bed." Armin again making an random announcement out of nowhere. That triggered a brief memory in your head, about you telling everyone drunkenly about how you liked being dominated in bed (as your truth in truth or dare).

"I'm not very experienced with those kind of things, so before I try it with you.. maybe you could try a few things you like, but on me" you jolted your head back in shock as armin nervously rambled on. He never failed to surprise you and you found it quite cute that he wanted to try new things with you. You knew you couldn't do everything that you liked on armin for the obvious reasons of armin being a man, but you could atleast show him one or two things.

"Ok" you responded bluntly, taking armin by surprise as he just spend the past 30 seconds flustered as he tried to convince you to try it with him. "Oh... really?? well that was easy-" his speech came to a halt as you pulled his arms above his head, quite forcefully too. "You talk too much" you smiled almost menacingly down at him as you straddled his hips, putting most of your upper body weight into your palms as you leant against his wrists to keep them secured against your pillow.

Armin blushed in embarrassment at your words, you weren't trying to be rude to him or anything, you didn't lie when you agreed to showing him what you liked and surprisingly enough, you did enjoy being degraded... and occasionally praised. It was almost like a good blend of the two. (Of course including the many other things you liked too)

You let go for a moment, undoing armin's ODM gear straps around his abdomen and chest from training, the rough and slightly worn leather straps clicking against the metal buckles as you undid it. You slipped the leather over his shoulders and from under his back as he lay beneath you, before tracing your index finger over the creases the gear left on his button up shirt. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, his body as sensitive as ever. You let the leather straps and buckles drop to the wooden floor, echoing a metallic yet blunt noise throughout the room.

After taking off his, you did the same with yours, slipping the straps off your own body. But instead of pushing it aside, you held it in both hands, smiling up at armin as a thought came to your head. You pushed his wrists back down against the soft pillow, slightly straining his muscular arms above his head, so much so that his long-sleeved shirt tightened around his biceps.