Maneater (Armin x Reader)

Chapter 2

Armin always got what he wanted. He knew he was a piece of shit, like he fucking cared. It wasn't really the sex he wanted, it was the whole chasing game, the whole waiting for it, the whole i-really-need-you-please-fuck-me-you're-my-god thing. He had a huge fucking ego, and he loved feeding into it. So here he was, at another boring house party, eyes scanning the crowd for his next victim. He barely glanced over you, almost missing you entirely in the crowded room. You were never noticeable at first.

A couple hours later he was knee deep in a painfully boring conversation with some random girl who had flung herself onto him. He pretended to care, eyes making blatant contact and sincere smile floating over his lips. But god, she was ugly and boring, and he couldn't give less of a fuck about her.

"Shit" you mumbled, bumping into him as you stumbled through the room. He looked down at you, eyes squinting to analyze you in a brief moment. You were weating a lowcut short black dress and a pair of thigh garters that attached to nothing. They were there to draw attention to your thighs, then up your legs, to right where you wanted him to look. And he fell for it. His eyes trailed up your body and back to your face, barely biting his bottom lip in approval. Okay, you'd caught his attention.

"Fuck, sorry." you laughed sheepishly, watching his eyes meet your with such a sweet look that you knew how pretty they'd look crying, all puffy and red and pathetic. You didn't let him see it on your face though, nervously looking away as if you were intimidated by how he looked at you, blushing slightly.
"No problem, where you off to in such a hurry?" he asked, turning away from the other girl to focus on you. You blushed slightly at the action, making sure that he knew it didn't go unnoticed. He looked at you and smiled softly, loving how you were melting to his words.

You help up the two joints that had been placed between your fingers and motioned outside, laughing a little bit.

"How about I make up for dislocating your shoulder with a joint?" you asked, being just bold enough to make him double take but not enough to scare him off. You knew exactly what he was thinking. Oh, she likes me. She's funny and wants me, and isn't shy about it. He didn't show it on his face though, but you knew it was true. He laughed and nodded, and he followed you as you weaved your way through the crowds to the backyard.

It was stil pretty crowded outside, but significantly less than inside. There was fresh air, aside from the heavy scent of weed that would probably linger for days more.

You pulled the lighter out of your bra, pretending not to notice his eyes on the way your fingers softly grazed your barely exposed breasts.

He cleared his throat, moving his gaze up towards the sky. You bit your lip and looked at him, the way his adam's apple bobbed up and down his throat and his jawline flexed. He knew what he was doing, and you shifted slightly as if you were nervous at how attractive he was. He ruffled his hair and turned back to you as you placed one joint in your mouth to light it, and slipped the other one down your bra. You lit it in your mouth with your purple lighter, not meeting his friendly gaze. You passed it to him, focusing on the way his lips sucked in and blew out the yellowish smoke.

More than a couple hits and a new joint in, the two of you were high. You both had sat down, leaning against a wall of the house and slowly inching closer towards each other. His eyes were half lidded and he kept getting lost whenever he looked at you, unable to focus on just one thing until he finally reached your eyes. He was looking at you intensely, and you turned a bright red under his gaze.

"Hey" he mumbled, pulling himself closer to you, inches away from your face. You laughed nervously trying to avoid his eye contact. His hand reached up to your face, pulling it towards his so you could look right at him again.

"You're really pretty..." his voice was barely above a whisper, and he was all you could hear.

"You're- uh- too nice..." you said, trying to laugh off the "nerves" spreading through your system.

His eyes glanced down towards your lips, than back up to your eyes. You squeezed your legs together and he chuckled, pulling you closer to him.

"Can I?" he asked. He knew if he was respectful, you'd want him more. Girls liked respectful boys, at least in the beginning. When you'd be underneath him, he wouldn't be respectful anymore, and you'd love every second of it.

You nodded slowly, and just as slowly he moved towards your lips. Just as he was about to kiss you, you pulled away. Confusion shot through his face, and for a second he let the facade drop as he barely scowled in annoyance. But just as you saw it, it was gone, replaced with the sickly sweet face full of concern.

"What happened- is it something I did?" a bitter taste filled his mouth. He didn't like being refused.

"No- ah, nothing like that. I-uh- I can't. I promised myself I wouldn't..." you trailed off. Now he was curious.

"If you don't want you don't have to tell me..." his hand had now moved to yours, cautiously taking it into his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "But I'm just here to listen if you want. We can just sit in silence if you want too, I wouldn't really mind as long as it was you, you know?"

Oh fuck him, he really knew his way with words. You laughed internally at how corny was, but outside you turned red and glanced at him with some pathetic kind of hope.

"Oh..." you mumbled, looking up at him, "I didn't know-"

"You know I had my eyes on you the whole night. You're so fucking pretty you don't even know it." Liar.

"I-"

"Let me finish." he laughed, bringing a hand to your lips to gently touch them as if to silence you. "You're Casey's friend right? She talked about you a couple times."

Ooh. Bold move to bring her up. He was playing a dangerous game, and you loved it.

"Yea, but we're not super close to be honest. I barely talk to her now these days, but it still feels like she's obsessed with me, or at least what we had when we were close. I don't know" you sighed, and Armin squeezed your hand gently.

"Its okay" he murmured reassuringly.

"Ah. I don't know. Things are messy. The whole kissing thing- I'm really sorry. I just." you were silent for a moment, meeting his desperate eyes. "I don't know if she told you, but I've had some bad experiences with, uh, men."

"I might've heard a thing or two."

"So," you continued, "I guess- I guess I kind of am really cautious. It's scary. Not saying your a bad guy or anything-" you scrambled, "-I'm just, ah- I'm just scared. I don't want to be hurt again."

Oh fuck, Armin thought, this one would be satisfying.

"Of course," he laughed, looking at you with the kindest smile he could muster so you knew he cared. "I don't want to do anything your not comfortable with. Uhm, is it okay if I gave you my number? I really want to talk to you more."

You nodded enthusiastically, grabbing his phone to type it in. God, he was so predictable. Everything was going according to plan.