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To you, Armin was heaven sent. An angel of sorts. So patient and attentive. So caring and loving. The type of boyfriend that would remember the exact types of bread you liked depending on the meal which you’ve only mentioned to him in passing and the type that would rush with his jumper back to front and his glasses on instead of his usual contacts to your 9am morning class because he saw you forgot your textbook in his apartment. He was the type that made you feel so secure that you never had to question anything with him, you always knew your place and he was always so observant that he’d notice when something wasn’t quite right with you. Your friends swore he’d do anything for you, probably run to the other side of the earth if you wanted a chocolate bar there and every time, you’d refuse he wasn’t like that, Armin will come up beside you with your favourite drink in hand, moving to carry your bag.
You often imagined that he was your assigned angel from the heavens, perfectly chosen to be yours. When you told him this one afternoon while you were both studying, he leant over to you with a rosy blush spreading from his cheeks up to his ears and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek. “If I was chosen to be yours, you’ve definitely been chosen to be mine.” He breathed, a twinkle in his azure eyes. Since then, you’ve often questioned that idea. Are you good enough for Armin? Do you give him the same treatment he gives you?
That was the beginning of you now mentally entertaining the idea of Armin being mean to you. The thought fluttered in your head more times than you’d like to admit especially because he never would purposely hurt your feelings and he would feel awful if he did. Or maybe it came from the fact that he spoiled you so much you created an alternate mean version of your boyfriend in your head that now became a secret kink of yours. The same way Armin was your beautiful blonde angel, always sending a charming smile your way with sugary kisses and tender touches, you really wanted to experience a harsh narrow glare from his pretty face and a kiss of his teeth at your occasional inadequacy and your sporadic bursts of stupidness.
Having a boyfriend like Armin also meant that secrets weren’t necessary and you always felt comfortable telling him whatever you were pondering on that day.
“I want you to try being mean to me.” Your hands linked, playfully swinging back and forth as Armin was dropping you home after your afternoon lecture.
Armin’s head whipped to yours, one eyebrow quirking up, “Wha? What do you mean?”
You giggled at his reaction, bumping your hip with his, “Like you’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for and I want you to try being mean to me for a day.”
Armin’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to work out exactly what you mean by that, a strand of his hair falling into his eye. “I am mean to you sometimes, I’m not completely perfect.”
A scoff came from your throat, “Min seriously when have you ever been mean to me?”
“Remember when I let the door go on your face in that coffee shop?” Armin shook his head, looking at his feet move in sync with yours, “I still haven’t forgiven myself for that one.”
You shook your head at his silliness, “the handle literally just slipped out of your hand and still it didn’t even hit me, you grabbed it before it could.”
“Yeah, but it could have! Imagine you got a bruise because of me, right in the centre of your forehead!” Armin gasped out, his eyes wobbling with worry at what could have happened.
You tutted, shaking your head, “that doesn’t count baby, you know it. Anyway, just for a day I want you to be mean to me!” ending your sentence with a grin, Armin looked at you as if you grew three heads.
“But what does that even entail? I’m not going to physically hurt you?” Armin gripped his hand tighter around yours. He’d never want to do anything to cause you harm.
“Well not like hurt hurt me but like be mean and bossy. Make it hard for me.” You both slid to a halt outside your apartment. As you turned to Armin, to kiss your goodbye, you didn’t miss the slight glint in his eye at the prospect of you genuinely wanting him to be a bitch to you.
You rested your hands softly on the side of his face stamping two kisses to his lips to which he met happily. His eyes fluttering at the contact. He stared down at your pretty face, the excitement swimming in your eyes. Armin definitely isn’t one to disappoint his beloved girlfriend.
“Maybe I’ll try it if you want me to?”
It’s been a week since this conversation with Armin and there has been no mention of it since. Nothing, complete radio silence. You assume he probably just doesn’t want to do it, with literally not one bad bone in his body maybe it’s just not possible? You’ve fully given up on the idea of it happening until one morning you notice an uneasy tone between you both. Granted it’s the fact you didn’t get a “good morning sunshine! :)” text from him which he did daily without fail unless you woke up beside him. But you knew this was the day he had early morning lectures so he would be awake hours before you. Mentally you just passed it off as perhaps he was just busy? He had a big project coming up you remember him mentioning that went a lot towards his final grade. You shrugged sending him a “good morning beautiful, how’s your lessons been so far?” But no reply.
Trying not to let it get to you, perhaps his phone is dead (Armin never has a dead phone and carries a portable charger as backup), you showered before making your way to your shared campus.
Peering into the common hall of your campus, you spotted a round head of golden hair shimmering in the sunlight from the window he sat directly underneath. The sun cast an ethereal light on his head, almost creating a sort of halo-like glow around him. Armin sat on his own, leafing through a book that seemed to grasp his attention. You strolled up to his table, plopping down on a seat beside him.
“Hey gorgeous, how’s your morning been?” You tucked some of his golden hair behind his ear and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
Armin shifted almost robotically holding a stone-cold glare, completely juxtaposing the way the sunlight framed him at this moment. His usual bright blue eyes were narrowed and darker. It sent a chill down your spine, never having seen this look on Armin’s face before. Maybe the closest was an annoyed groan when Eren broke his PlayStation controller.
“Fine.” He tried to keep his attention on his book, anything but watching your waiting, nervous figure.
You felt half your body shut down; energy completely drained out of you.
“Did I do something?” You whispered innocently, genuine confusion laced in your furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips. Your leg began to bounce in anxiety.
Whatever standoffishness that was once in Armin’s eyes dimmed slightly, trying to still stay in character. Armin let out an exaggerated exhale as if he was simply annoyed by your presence. “I’m doing what you asked.” He turned another page of his book.
Light bulbs went off in your head. The confusion was gone and excitement flooding your body. “Are you doing it? Being mean to me like I said before?”
A tut came from Armin, before dropping his book hopelessly since you won’t stop talking to let him finish a page. Your boyfriend turned to you, the first look since you’ve met him today. His blue eyes cold and distant, the complete opposite to your usual loved up Armin. Unexpectedly he leant in towards you as if he was about to kiss you, his typical lavender scent filling your nostrils activating all your Armin neurons. You pouted your lips and fluttered your eyes shut, thinking his soft lips would land on your own, but instead… a harsh flick landed on your forehead. You opened your eyes in shock, your hand immediately flying up to touch the spot.
“Hey!”
“Shut up.” Armin didn’t even give you time to process his words before placing his book into his messenger bag. Glancing at it then at you.
You smiled a little, “What? You want me to carry it for you?”
Armin looked off to the side, ignoring your cute smile because then he’d smile and it would be game over. “Hurry up, I’m going to be late” he muttered, before spinning around and walking off.
“Wait, Min!” You scrambled to pull his bag over his shoulder to walk in step with him.
“So can I hold your hand?” You asked, sneaking a look sideways at him to see him staring directly in front, trying to keep his poker face intact.
Honestly, Armin wasn’t sure how to go about his mean ways, “No.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets to prevent the temptation. He loved touching you in any way you’d let him. Soft touches of PDA in public with cuddles and make-out sessions when you were both alone. This seemed to be more torture for him than was necessary.
“Is that no kisses then either?” you said with a light tone, trying to meet his eyes while you walked but Armin having none of it. You had no clue what Armin carries in his bag, but that alongside your own, had you gripping the handle for dear life so it wouldn’t fall.
Armin tutted as if it was a sufficient answer to your question. He adored your kisses and soft touches; he didn’t want to actually say no because he doesn’t think he could deny you if you tried. You both stopped outside Armin’s lecture hall, grateful to finally slide his back off and into his hands.
“Have a good lesson!” you cheered, to which Armin rolled his eyes and stomped into the classroom, paying you no mind at all.
“No fucking way, what the fuck did you do to Armin?”
You turned your head in the direction of the shrill voice to see your friend Eren with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. His hair that usually sat in a bun was low and messy today, sprayed around his neck and forehead. “No seriously, I’ve never seen him like that in my life and I’ve known him my whole life. Especially to you.”
You rolled your eyes falling into step with Eren, you had your next lesson with him. “I asked him to be mean to me.”
The green-eyed boy frowned, sending you a look as if you’ve gone loopy. “This isn’t some type of kink, is it?”
You hit his arm lightly, “haha, no it’s not Eren.”
“Then why? He’s probably uncomfortable as fuck being like that.”
You shrugged gazing down at your feet, why did you ask? “Armin’s really good to me like really good, you all see it. I-I’m not sure if I do the same for him?”
“So, you’re asking him to let you pay him back for being a boyfriend because you think you don’t deserve it?”
You both entered the hall getting your seats to wait for the lecture to start. “But he’s not just being a boyfriend. He’s being more than that!” You frail your arms in the air as if it would explain your point even more.
Eren leant back in his chair, tilting his head to the side trying to gather your words. He moved to play with his pencil upon noticing your professor step into the room. “You realise Armin does what he wants right? That guy’s got his priorities in check that he only ever does what he wants to do, so treating you as you should be treated isn’t some type of imbalance. And his love language is kisses and pet names, do you see his face when you call him goofy shit like gorgeous or puppy?”
You looked over at Eren who gave his little speech full of nonchalance and ease. Since when was he so observant about your relationship with his best friend? As if you were saved by the bell, your professor began to drone on. Though you couldn’t pay attention, chewing your lip in thought, was there truth to what Eren said?
After saying goodbye to Eren, you texted Armin if you could come over. Perhaps make him dinner and take Eren’s advice to just speak to your boyfriend about it. Receiving a dull, ‘ok’, you happily made your way over to his apartment. Usually, evenings with Armin consisted of sickly sweet with syrup glazed on top couple activities and lots of pampering on your end.
You let yourself into his apartment, carrying your own set of keys. Immediately you were met with a, “Who said you could come in?” You whipped your head to see your Armin on his sofa complete in a cosy matching dark green tracksuit, one of his cutest outfits. He seemed to be watching a nature documentary, something about whales or some shit. They weren’t really your cup of tea but he could watch them for hours.
Though you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his mean tone or control the stuttering, “Erm, I just… would be quicker you know?” You stumbled over your words, shuffling your feet. Armin flicked his eyes up and down your body, and you couldn’t stop the heat rushing over you. He eyed you like a predator which was fitting whatever he had played in the background. He watched you for a while as if deciding what he wanted you to do. Still stuck on the spot, keys in hand you waited for his next order.
“Take your jacket and shoes off and come here.” He tapped his lap softly, his gaze still watching your every move. This definitely wasn’t the direction you expected, the nervousness rumbled through your bones from Armin’s new persona.
You did as he asked, plopping down on his lap as he sat in the centre of the sofa. Although it wouldn’t look like it at first glance, Armin was very strong. Mostly from a few hours a week at the gym he spends with Eren because he doesn’t mind tagging along and does enjoy the exercise. He could probably lift and toss you around as if you weighed nothing. You could see his biceps tight within his hoodie and the joggers hugging his thighs.
Usually in this position, you’d still be in control, moving to take off his jumper and touching him everywhere. But now you were waiting on Armin’s every last word. To your surprise, he gripped your bare thighs and pulled you even closer to him, both your chests touching and your skirt doing nothing to cover you up. You felt your heartbeat throughout your body as he ghosted his breath along your neck. Slowly, he began to press tender wet kisses from under your ear to your collarbone. Your breath hitched in your throat, automatically moving to rest your hands on his bare chest under his jumper.
“Nuh-uh, baby,” Armin whispered right into your ear; his tone lowered an octave. You felt the words rush straight to your core, your underwear already feeling damp. “Don’t touch me.”
Armin continued his assault on your neck, moving to the other side. You gasped as you felt his teeth sink into you, the pain quickly subsiding as he began to suck on the spot. With one long lick, he spoke up. “Why did you want me to be mean to you, honey?”
He lifted his head, his face now only a few millimetres away from yours. His hands began to move up to the top of your thighs massaging the fat softly in his palms. Armin had you moulded into putty at this moment, making all your words fail you. He rubbed his nose against yours, kissing the corners of your lips, “C’mon speak up, why?”
“Erm-I,” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering closed with all the attention, especially from the lack of it this morning. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know huh?” Armin scoffed, pulling back slightly to watch the rise and fall of your chest and your hands fidgeting to fight the urge to grab him. “You don’t know why you wanted to torture me.”
Torture him? Despite what Eren said you didn’t think it would be that hard for him to be a little mean to you. He pulled the hem of the top you wore, noticing your frown at his previous words, “take it off.”
You did as he asked, now sitting in just your skirt, comfy bralette and multiple hickeys blooming at your throat. Armin still looked unbothered, but for him he found a new adoration having you dumbed silent to his order. This time you looked like a puppy, waiting to be allowed to touch him or for him to touch you. Waiting, always waiting.
“Tell me or I won’t continue. I know your panties are wet.” Your eyes widened at his bluntness, usually, you would be the one talking smack and having him blush at your words. “You know I love your kisses and touching you. So why did you want to take that away from me?”
You looked off to the side, Armin’s glare too strong for you to hold. Your silence began to piss him off, so he pushed you closer to him, resting you right on his clothed member. Friction was right there if you moved but Armin’s grip on your hips didn’t let you even if you tried.
“I felt bad. You’re always so kind, caring and loving to me. Like you do all the little things and all the big things. Literally a dream.” Armin’s grip softened, his eyes lightening, egging you on for more. “And… and I’m not sure if I do any of that for you. Like if I am good enough for you, if I deserve it all.”
You didn’t even feel the tear that escaped your eye until Armin lifted his hand to wipe it away. “No, no baby. When did this start? Why wouldn’t you deserve it? And you do everything for me, you’re more than I could ever ask for. My precious angel.” He rambled on, trying to make sense of it all.
That seemed to let it all burst for you. You leant in to hide your face in his chest trying to prevent the ugly crying from rumbling out of you. “My baby,” Armin soothed, rubbing your chest in circular motions. “I don’t think I was even very good at being mean, was I? I felt like shit after I told you to shut up one time.”
He felt you giggle into his chest, a hiccup escaping your mouth. He lifted your head to wipe your tears, squeezing your plump cheeks from your little outburst. You were still so gorgeous to him, so pretty. Tears decorated your eyelashes, making them darker and your eyes glassy.
“You don’t deserve anybody being mean or treating you like shit. Definitely not me or anybody else.” Armin gave you a charming smile despite his stern tone, the love invisibly seeping from his eyes. “If anyone does, I’ll beat them up for you.”
You returned a wobbly smile and with a sniff, you said, “No you wouldn’t, you don’t like hurting people.”
“I’ll hurt anyone if they hurt you. I’ll promise you that.” Armin’s gaze hardened, making you feel the truth in his words. It all made you want to fall into him again and cry a little more. He seemed to notice the wobble of your lip and feel your fist tighten as you held his hoodie. “You need to tell me when you feel like this. I can’t have my girlfriend thinking she doesn’t deserve me when she deserves even more than I could possibly give her. Okay?”
You nodded, feeling security wash over you. Armin wiped away any excess tears, shuffling to put you down beside him. He stood up to make his way to his bedroom, “Now let’s get you one of my tops to wear.”
You looked down forgetting you were still half in your underwear. You grabbed Armin’s forearm, stilling him in his movements, “Wait, I still enjoyed when you…” You glanced up at him from where you sat, your skirt splayed out around you like flower petals and your cheeks still puffy. His baby blue eyes raked you over, patient for your last words, “ordered me around, telling me what I can and can’t touch.” You slid your hand along his forearm down to his hand, linking it with yours. The glint in your eye was unmistakable and Armin gave you a grin matching it all the same.
He threw himself back down into the sofa, pushing your back down and resting on his arms above you. Your hair circled your head, and your fingers left dainty traces along his side. “I love you, angel.” He said, deluded by your beauty.
Your eyes fluttered shut as Armin resumed his previous administrations on your body. You looked down to see his golden blonde head pressing kisses up and down you. Your angel. “I love you too.”