Fidgeting~Armin Artlet/Reader Smut Oneshot

Yelena's Curiosity

You twiddled your thumbs.

God, it'd been so long since you'd done a job interview.
Armin's success in the medical industry had moved you to motivation; being a stay-at-home artist didn't provide nearly as much money as expected, and you had gotten extremely tired of having to budget more and more each week.

This dilemma had brought you here; you (surprisingly) seemed to have all the right qualifications to be a comic editor, something you had always dreamed of, and now you were finally fulfilling it. It had been a miracle in itself that they'd even chosen your application; now, all you had to do was not fuck up the interview.
This was your present situation- clad in your best blazer and skirt combination, makeup to perfection, not a hair out of place as you sat, nerves bubbling as you waited to be called in.

Part of you was intrigued to see the CEO. Comic editing was no joke- you'd be lying if you said you weren't the slightest bit intrigued to see what they were like. Mostly, you expected someone soft and friendly, one of those people that radiates those warm, fuzzy vibes that you couldn't quite explain.

You hadn't a clue what was to come.

"Miss Y/N L/N?" A freckled secretary called you out, and you almost immediately stood up, hastily following her through the labyrinth of gleaming white office space before arriving at a sleek silver door. The engraved nameplate reading 'CEO' didn't help to quell your nerves.

The door opened.

Taking a breath, you walked through.

There sat the most entrancing woman you'd ever laid eyes upon. Eyes of solid onyx black bore holes into your being as you tentatively entered the room. Everything about her
was utterly pristine; from her precise canary bangs to her hard-set jaw as she eyed you.

Holy shit, you thought. This woman is not messing around.

You sat on the chair opposite her.

Raising both hands to rest on her chin, the leaned forward, gaze never leaving your terrified person. From the golden plaque on her desk, you saw that her name was Yelena.

"Y/N L/N, correct?"

Never in your life had you considered ever having a voice kink, but the deep, silky baritone of her words was close to converting you. Panicking, you shoved that aside as you faced your present predicament: Getting through this interview no matter what.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you." You smoothly replied, quelling the tremor in your voice.

Her head tilted to the side. "You're wondering how on earth you scored this interview, aren't you?"

Sorry, what?

"Excuse me-?" You questioned, politeness scraped into every syllable. The most sinister of smiles crept across the face opposite.

"You didn't really think you were qualified for this? With that pitiful resume?" Those rich words had a jovial edge to them, and they cut like blades. You swallowed, trying to keep calm.

"Then why am i here?" You couldn't hide the strangled tone in which you spoke.

Yelena gave a low, throaty chuckle, leaning back into the plush leather of her chair. "I never said i wouldn't hire you, now did i"

Was i missing something here?

There was a brief silence that you couldn't quite explain; Yelena's distasteful overview of your qualifications didn't match with the fascination with which she gazed upon you.