Maneater (Armin x Reader)

Chapter 5

Armin leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath in and counting the speckles across the tiled ceiling. He hadn't been able to get you off his mind for the past few days, no matter how many other girls he tried to flirt with. It didn't help that his original professor for Children's Literature had been let go because of some scandal- and now he was forced into your class. The same one you shared with Jean.

For you, things could not have been any better. Armin being in the same room as you and Jean was the most perfect thing that could've happened. When you saw him sitting in the back row the day you came back to class after the party, you shot a silent thank you to whatever entity ruled over the universe and decided to sit as far away as possible from him. You couldn't wait very long before you'd snap and finally fuck him, but you had to at least wait for the best moment. His eyes were always on you, following every word you shared with Jean, every slight movement as you shifted in your chair, every laugh and smile and lick of your lips. He was completely fixated on you. You could tell he had never felt like this before, especially with the way he was so bad at hiding it. For someone who was supposed to be some major fuckboy- he was acting a lot more lovestruck than you ever would have thought. It was feeding into your ego a little too much.

It was Friday. You had an outfit planned out, a skimpy, barely-covering-anything outfit. A short blue plaid skirt, a low cut corset top, a pair of thigh high boots, and of course, your signature garter. Today it was a dark navy blue lace, and Armin couldn't keep his eyes off you even less than usual. He had a presentation, some random book written in the 1950's that he had researched. It wasn't anything special, just good enough to snag an A without him having to put too much effort into. And of all days for you to dress like a fucking slut, it had to be today. He was never really nervous about public speaking and all that, but today you had decided to sit in the very front row. Your eyes were on him, and you were shamelessly checking him out. For the first time in weeks, you had shown some sort of attraction to him. The thought of it had his heart racing, pounding in his chest. He had got up to the front to begin setting up his laptop, plugging into the projector and working out all the little kinks. You yourself had also got up- walking to the back of the classroom where the professor's desk stood. You leaned on the counter, talking about something to the teacher. You were bent over, your skirt barely covering your ass, back every so subtly arched at just the right angle.

Armin swallowed thickly. He felt his dick start to strain against his pants, and he cursed silently for deciding to wear those damn tight grey jeans today. He took a couple of deep breaths and sighed, closing his eyes and shaking out his arms. Okay. Just 20 minutes of talking and he could go back to his seat. He just had to avoid looking at you. As you slid back in your seat, Armin shot his eyes towards your left to try to distract himself. Unfortunately, that was where Jean was sitting. Jean's eyes were low with lust and he wasn't even trying to hide his attraction to you. Your attention was turned to him too, leaning on your seat in his direction, your chest pressed to the table. Your breasts threatened to spill out of your top, and Jean was starting right at it.

"You look good." he said, and you grinned.

"I know."

Where did this confidence come from? When Armin met you, you were this shy, nervous girl who was a little awkward around him. Whoever this was- this version of you he had started to discover more and more- was definitely not the same person he met. He wouldn't lie though, the more he realized your true self, the more he wanted you.

He had begun his presentation, and it was going pretty well. His eyes struggled not to meet yours, as intense as they were. You had leaned back against your seat, legs just slightly spread and your hands between them to hide anything that might show. Armin kept catching himself shooting little glances at you. You looked so unbelievably hot right now, and he couldn't help himself from suddenly looking straight at you.