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This was a bad idea.

Like, an extraordinarily bad idea.

Such a bad idea that Armin was refusing to go through with it.

“Min, I’m gonna go to bed.” Eren’s voice could be heard through the bathroom door, the one Armin made sure to lock the second his foot met the tiled floor.

“Okay!”

The blond stared at his reflection, unable to deny his embarrassment.  His face was red and his body felt flushed, his mind clouded with too many thoughts.  He was basically hiding in the bathroom, lucky that Eren hadn’t suspected anything when he brought a tiny bag in with him.

He forgets how he let Sasha and Historia convince him to do this, whatever this even was.  All he knew was that he needed to learn how to say “no”, especially when under pressure.

Armin’s reflection revealed nothing but thigh-high stockings, along with matching black underwear that the blond refused to call “panties”.  While he could admit the material was soft and made him feel giddy in all the right ways, he knew that there was no way he could pull through with his original plan.

Actually, it wasn’t even his plan.  Armin promised himself that he’d never go on another malltrip with Saha or Historia ever again; it ended in something like this.

The blond shook his head and sighed, picking his sweatpants and socks off the floor before putting them over his newly bought lingerie.  He might as well leave it on, if he walked into the bedroom with a bag full of women’s clothes there was no way Eren wouldn’t notice.

Armin silently left the bathroom and walked down the hall, entering his shared bedroom with Eren.  He caught the brunet putting on a t-shirt, their old high school logo being far too faded to be recognizable.

“Hey Armin, I have a question.”

The blond’s hand paused as he continued to close the door behind himself.  Had Eren seen the bag this whole time?  Was Eren able to see the lace trimmings through his sweatpants?

“Yeah?” 

The brunet gestured for him to come forward, and Armin attempted to walk in a way that didn’t make it obvious he was wearing girls underwear.

“Just say panties, Armin.  It’s not a slur.”

“I’d rather die than say that, let alone wear them.”

“Oh relax!  You’re gonna wear them and Eren’s gonna love them and you’ll owe me big time.”

At least he was sticking to half of his original plan.

“Why does Sasha keep texting me about a ‘big surprise’?” Eren showed Armin his phone, and the blond hoped that Sasha would choke on her next meal.  

“I don’t know.” Armin prayed his voice wasn’t as shaky as he thought it was, and he slowly walked towards his bed for good measure.  “She’s probably drunk or something.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.  Finals week sucks.”

Armin sat on his mattress with his back against his pillows, and tried to ignore how the lace of his stockings dug into his skin.  Once Eren went to bed, he’d take them off and hide them somewhere so hard to find he’d forget they even existed.  After that, he’d be sure to send a very angry text to Sasha.

Suddenly, the air in the room changed.

“Min.” Eren’s voice made Armin look up, the brunet only being a few steps away.  “Are you hiding something?”

Fuck.  “What are you talking about?”

“Historia just texted me.” Eren raised an eyebrow when Armin blushed, holding his phone out once again.  “She said you’re keeping something from me.  Something in your… pants?”

Sasha and Historia deserve the death penalty.  “Sh-she’s probably getting drunk with Sasha.  Just ignore it.”

Eren scoffed, putting a hand to his hip as he read over his text messages.  “You think? I don’t get why…”

When Eren trailed off, Armin assumed he got distracted by something on his phone.  The blond glanced down at his pants, relieved when he couldn’t see any lace underneath the cotton.  He just had to deal with the itchiness a bit longer, and soon he’d be free from his confines.

He glanced at the bedroom door, his eyes squinting on the knob.  Technically, he could’ve just taken them off in the bathroom and hid them in there.  Maybe he should do that instead.  Afterall, he was starting to get a wedgie from the panties- underwear.  They were underwear.

“Eren, I’m gonna go to the-”

“Take off your socks.”

Armin blinked, and raised an eyebrow at the brunet’s command.  “What?”

“I wanna see something.  Take them off.”

Armin could feel the thin material of his stockings down in between his toes, and blushed when he saw Eren’s curious expression.  “If you have some sort of foot fetish, I refuse to participate.”

Eren took a few steps forward, and put his phone down on Armin’s bedside table.  He put his other hand on the blond’s mattress, and Armin quickly realized he was caged in.  He felt his body heat up when he met Eren’s eyes, the brunet’s gaze flickering in a way it never has before.

“I got another text from Historia.” Eren’s voice was low, and Armin couldn’t deny the weight it carried.  “Are you sure you aren’t hiding anything?”

“I-I’m not hiding anything.”

“In that case…” Eren lifted his hand from the mattress, and gently put it on Armin’s thigh.  The blond felt his chest tighten when the hand slowly rubbed up and down, Eren’s fingernails scratching at the hidden lace.  “What’s this?”

Armin swallowed, and for a moment he considered pushing Eren away and making a run for the bathroom.  He quickly pushed that thought away once Eren’s grip on his thigh tightened, realizing there was no way to escape the brunet.

“Armin?”

The blond was becoming aroused, and he cursed at himself for being so sensitive to Eren’s touches.  “F-fine.  It’s…”  Armin knew his face was bright red, and he tried his best to look confident when he spoke next.  “I’ll show you.”

Eren took a step back and allowed Armin room to stand.  He sat on the mattress as he watched the blond slowly turn to face him.  If he was about to see what he thought he was about to see, he might need to put an ambulance on speed dial.

Armin slowly untied the strings to his sweatpants, and avoided Eren’s eyes the best he could.  It was hard to get undressed like this, with Eren carefully inspecting every part of his body.  As he slowly pulled his pants down, he was grateful for the fact that the t-shirt he was wearing was just long enough to cover his half-hard erection.  There was no way to hide the stockings, though.  Armin tried to look unphased as he kicked his pants and socks off with his feet, pushing them to the side.

He hugged his middle before looking back up.  Armin suddenly felt cold under Eren’s gaze, and started to lose what little confidence he had.  He knew this was a bad idea, he shouldn’t have put them on in the first place.

“I know, it’s stupid right?” Armin tugged the hem of his shirt, squirming under Eren’s wordless stare.  “They thought it’d be… I was just…”

Eren still wasn’t saying anything, and Armin felt his heart beat faster than it ever has before.  He was beyond embarrassed.  “I’m gonna go change.  You don’t have to-”

“Take your shirt off, Min.” Eren was squeezing his own knees, his face so tight that Armin couldn’t tell what he was thinking.  “I know there’s more.”

Was Eren just trying to mess with him?  Armin felt the need to comply, considering there was no denying the other garment.  He took his shirt off in one motion, crumpling it in his hands before throwing it on the floor.  He went back to hugging his middle, not knowing what else to do.  Despite the fact that he was technically wearing clothes, he’s never felt more naked in his life.

“Wow.” Eren’s eyes were roaming all over his legs, and Armin could tell exactly when Eren saw his (now fully hard) erection.

“I know it’s dumb.  I look ridiculous, it’s-”

“What?” Eren leaned forward, narrowing his eyebrows.  “Armin, you look…”

Eren was utterly speechless, not able to find the right words to describe the scene in front of him.  Armin looked stunning.  He always thought Armin’s legs were nice, but this?  This was like he was looking at a piece of heaven.  And don’t get him started on the panties.  Armin has never looked so sexy in his entire life.

“I get it, it was a bad idea.” Armin had to be trying to convince himself, right?  How could Eren not love this?  “I’m gonna change.”

“No!” Eren rushed forward and grabbed Armin’s wrist.  The blond looked up at him with agonized eyes, and the brunet tightened his hold at the thought of Armin walking away from him.  “You don’t… Armin, this is…”

Eren shook his head, before slowly leading Armin back to the bed.  The blond’s face was red, and his whole body had been flushed in a way that Eren knew all too well.  “Just sit.  Sit, it’s okay.”

Eren sat back on the mattress, and pulled Armin in front of him.  The blond didn’t know what to do at first, but got the message once he looked back at Eren’s eyes.  Armin tried to control his breathing as he straddled Eren’s lap, the brunet’s hands immediately going to his thighs.

“Armin, you look amazing.  Let’s get that straight.” Eren’s fingers quickly found the stockings, and the brunet slowly grazed his fingertips against the material.  “Why didn’t you wanna show me?”

Armin had his arms loosely hanging around Eren’s neck, and felt his breath hitch as Eren’s hand continued to travel along his legs.  He’s never been this sensitive before, not since he and Eren first started fooling around back in highschool.  It was almost too much.  Almost.

“I thought you wouldn’t like it.  I don’t know.”  Armin felt Eren’s hands rest on his hip, the lace of his underwear slowly becoming too tight.  “I still think it’s a dumb idea.”

“Let me prove you wrong, then.”

Eren’s response was lightning fast, and Armin looked up to meet Eren’s eyes.  The brunet slowly leaned in and gently connected their lips.  The kiss was short, and Eren leaned back to stare the blond down.

“Can I touch you?  All of you?”

Armin swallowed, but nonetheless nodded his head in anticipation.  “Please.”

Eren’s fingers hooked underneath one of the stocking’s trimming, and Armin’s breath hitched at the contact.  He didn’t know what it was, maybe it was the fact that Eren’s never touched him so gently before, like he was rubbing against glass.  They’ve been sensual, sure, but this was a whole new experience for the both of them.

“Lay down, baby.” The nickname alone made Armin lightheaded.  The blond complied as Eren slowly pushed him onto his back, swallowing when Eren’s mouth was in his ear.  “Good boy.”

Armin’s head was against his pillow now, and the blond couldn’t help but swallow when Eren started to crawl over him.  He’s never seen Eren so… primal, so obsessive like this before.

“Jesus, Armin…” Eren put his hands on the mattress and lowered himself down, eyeing the blond’s whole body.  “I’m so fucking hard right now.”

Armin was surprised when the brunet slowly put his head next to his, taking a deep breath in.  Armin hitched at the feeling in his ear, staring at the ceiling.  “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Controlling myself.” 

Armin’s eyes widened.  Sure, Eren could get a little aggressive or overly excited, but he’s never said that before. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t…” Eren shook his head, slightly lifting himself up to meet Armin’s eyes. “I don’t wanna hurt you or anything.”

“It’s okay, just take it slow.” Armin squirmed under Eren’s gaze, pushing his legs together. “We have all night.  You can be gentle.”

Gentle was never really Eren’s style.  Sure, when they had sex for the first time he was careful, but he only did that normally to rile the blond up.  He didn’t fully understand, but Armin somehow got more turned on by featherlight touches than harsher ones.

That never stopped Eren from giving him hickeys, however.  There was nothing that could stop Eren from doing that.

“Okay, yeah.” Eren brought a hand down to the outside of Armin’s thigh, where there were no stockings.  “But you gotta spread your legs.  Be good and spread your legs, Min.”

Armin felt his cock twitch at the orders, and slowly complied as Eren sat himself up.  The blond couldn’t describe Eren at the moment, the brunet was so fixated on the clothing that he looked ready to cum on the spot.

Armin’s breath hitched when Eren’s hand was on the front part of the panties, specifically grasping his shaft through the cotton.  He let out a breath when Eren slowly jerked him off through them, with such a gentle grip that the blond almost wanted to tear up.

“What’s it feel like, Armin?” Eren brought his free hand to the outside of the blond’s calf, his nails subconsciously picking at the material of the thigh-highs.  “It must feel good.  It’s so soft.  You’re so good to touch, Min.”

Armin twitched when Eren’s thumb gently rubbed against his tip, the blond fighting to keep his legs open.  He felt himself precum, and gripped the sheets beneath him.  “It… it feels good.”

Eren hummed in acknowledgment, rubbing him out for a few more moments before slowly moving his hand away.  “Good, but you’ll ruin them if you cum with them on.”

The brunet brought both hands to Armin’s legs, gripping the blond’s thighs before continuing to speak.  “I’m just getting started, so don’t cum until I say so. Okay?”

Armin nodded, but Eren wasn’t having it.  He brought a hand up to the blond face and grabbed his chin, before turning his head so their eyes would meet.  “Use your words.”

“O-okay.”

“Good boy.”

Armin whimpered, and closed his eyes as Eren brought his hands back to the thigh-highs.  The brunet was painfully trying to keep his touches light and savory, but he couldn’t help but dig his nails into both the unclothed flesh and the stocking covered skin.

“You’re so fucking hot, Min.” Eren slowly dragged a hand up and down the entire leg, from the blond’s ankle bone all the way to where the panties ended on his thigh.  “You have no idea, baby.”

Armin quietly whined at the pet name, slightly putting his legs back together to give himself a sense of stimulation.  The touches, the words, just everything was so much to handle.

Eren caught on quickly, and pinched Armin’s inner thigh.  “Keep your legs open.”

Armin’s breath hitched, and the blond looked over at Eren with the biggest and glossiest eyes.  “Sorry…”

Eren itched at the trim lacing he’d been holding, nodding at the blond’s words.  “It’s okay.  Flip over and put your ass up, baby.”

He let go of Armin's legs to give the blond room to move around.  He watched as Armin gave him a suspicious glance, before slowly lifting himself up and putting his face in the pillow.  Eren gripped himself through his sweatpants when Armin slowly raised his bottom in the air, not nearly as high as Eren wanted, however.

“Don’t be shy, Min.” He put a hand on the back of Armin’s thigh, petting the exposed skin.  “I know you can go higher.”

“It’s… embarrassing.” Armin’s voice was low, slightly muffled by the pillow beneath him.  He’s never been in this position before, and he was hoping Eren would cut him some slack.

“That’s the point.” Eren snickered when Armin gave him a half-hearted glare, his face red as a tomato.  “Don’t give me that look.”

The blond whined, putting his head back in the pillow.  He slowly arched his back, closing his eyes when he felt Eren’s hands begin to roam his bottom. The brunet’s fingertips were playing with the black lace, his palms pressing against the cotton.  Did Eren really enjoy this?  Embarrassing him, feeling him up?

Armin’s eyes widened at a poking against the side of his leg.  Eren had moved closer as he kneeled on the bed, and Armin could feel the brunet’s erection pressing against him.  Well, that answered his questions.

Eren suddenly squeezed his bottom, and Armin‘s breath shuttered as the brunet’s hands smoothed out his panties.

“So, was this your idea?”

Armin paused at the question, his head foggy with arousal.  “Wh-what?”

“Whose idea was this?” Eren hooked his fingers around the top of one of the thigh-highs, reeling it back.  The elastic felt electrifying, but the brunet waited before letting go of the material.

“Not mine…” Armin squirmed at the silence, trying to control his breathing. “Sasha roped me into it.”

Eren suddenly let go of the clothes, letting his snap against the back of Armin’s thigh.  The blond’s breath hitched at the sting, gripping the pillow beneath him.

“Well, it was a good idea.  A very good idea.”

Eren took his hand, and grabbed the back of Armin’s thigh.  He slowly slid it up the blond’s leg, squeezing the unclothed flesh at the top.  He then moved his hand back to the panties, letting it lay there.

“It wasn’t a good idea to try to hide it from me, though.” Eren tapped his fingers against the cloth, watching Armin twitch with anticipation.  This was too easy.  “You weren’t a good boy before, were you?”

Armin felt his face heat up, along with the feeling in his stomach.  He shook his head into the pillow, trying to not think about what was coming next.  Eren knew how to push his buttons all too well.  “No…”

“You were being bad.  But you’re not bad, you’re a good boy, right?”

Armin squirmed at Eren’s words.  He never liked being called bad, and teared up at the anticipation of it all.  “Y-yes.  Eren…”

For a few moments, the room was quiet.  Armin couldn’t see Eren, he didn’t know what the brunet was planning.  He could feel the mattress shift, and was surprised when Eren’s hand left his bottom.

Armin's eyes widened when Eren’s hand came crashing back down, slapping his bottom.  The blond sharply inhaled, the harshness making him squirm.  He hadn’t known what to expect going into all this, but being spanked was the last thing he expected.

Eren all but raised his hand, slapping Armin’s ass once more.  The blond whimpered, the skin on his bottom beginning to heat up.  His head was becoming foggy, and his knuckles were white from the grip he had on his pillow.

“Few more, baby.”

Armin braced himself for impact, his back arching as Eren slapped the same spot five more times.  Spanking was still new to them, and it was something that Armin couldn’t tell if he really enjoyed.

Well, Armin knew he liked it because in the end he’d be getting a flood of praise and compliments.  The pain was something he could endure if it meant he’d be getting gallons of attention.

Eren liked it because he got to slap his ass.  He was a simple man.

“You’re such a god boy.” Eren rubbed the area he saw turning red, and moved higher on the bed to get closer to the blond.  “You took that so well.”

Armin whined at the praise, and picked his head up out of his pillow.  He didn’t verbally respond, rather he gave Eren his best set of puppy-dog eyes in hopes of getting out of his current position.  His ass was on fire, his erection was starting to hurt and all he wanted was to relieve himself in any way possible.

Plus, he wasn’t as good at handling pain as he previously thought.

Eren couldn’t help but soften at Armin’s gaze.  He never liked hurting the blond, and although Armin promised that the spanking wasn’t a problem, Eren couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Aw, it’s okay baby.” Eren brought a hand up and petted Armin’s hair, noting the tears in his eyes.  “You wanna get up?”

When Armin nodded, Eren helped him sit up.  He sat in front of the blond, holding his arms while he tried to avoid sitting on his bottom.

“C’mere, Min.” Eren pulled him forward, making it so Armin was back to straddling his hips.

The blond couldn’t hold back his sniffling, or control the wetness on his face.  He was embarrassed, hurting, and most of all horny.  His erection was making the lace of his panties dig into his skin, and Eren seemed to notice when he put a hand on his hip.

“Don’t cry, baby.” Eren cooed when Armin blinked a tear down his face.  The brunet cupped his cheek, happy when Armin leaned into the touch.  “How’re you doing?”

Armin didn’t verbally respond, and kept his gaze on their laps.  Eren couldn’t deny being concerned, considering the blond wasn't one to not use his words or at least give an indication of his emotions.

“Min, color?”

The blond sniffled, and fully put the weight of his head in Eren’s hands.  “Yellow.”

Eren swallowed.  This was the first time Armin hadn’t responded with green.  It was fine, Eren had to shake himself out of worry for a moment before putting all his focus on the blond sitting on his lap.

“It’s okay, Min.  Breathe for a minute.” Eren brought both his hands to Armin’s face, cupping his cheeks while wiping the tears that gently streamed down them.  “Are you okay?  What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing wrong.  I just…” Armin’s hands remained at his sides, although the pool in his stomach was starting to overwhelm him.  “It hurts.”

“Did I go too hard?” Eren would throw himself out a window if Armin confirmed one of his greatest fears.

“No, no.  My…” Armin grabbed his erection through his panties, looking back at Eren with pleading eyes.  “Eren, please.”

Eren looked down at the blond’s panties, and it was impossible to ignore the throbbing erection beneath him. He slowly pulled Armin’s head forward, giving the blond a gentle kiss on the forehead before whispering into his ear.

“Why didn’t you say anything, baby?”

“I wanted to be good.”

Eren’s heart melted at that. Armin’s cheeks and the tip of his nose are pink and shiny, and Eren wanted nothing more than to kiss the blond’s flushness away.  “You are good.  You’re so good, Min.”

Armin’s face softened at the praise, and he could feel the heat below him start to rise.  Both him and Eren were as hard as a rock, and Armin was surprised the brunet could hold himself back for this long.  Eren took a hand away from Armin’s face, and slowly brought it down to his own pants.  The blond couldn’t help but stare as Eren took his erection out, and swallowed when Eren’s hand went towards his own.

“You’re so hard, Min.” Eren began palming him through the panties, and Armin’s thighs twitched at the touches.  “You wanna get off?”

When Armin nodded, Eren took his free hand to gently cup the blond’s chin. “Color?”

“Green.”

“Good boy.”

Armin’s breath hitched when Eren took his erection out of the panties.  The brunet began jacking the both of them off with one hand, and Armin wanted to cry whenever their tips touched.  The blond slowly rested his head on Eren’s shoulder, and panted when Eren started whispering small praises in his ear.

He wanted to deny being so close to finishing, but it was impossible once Eren started to use his precum to further his actions. The brunet started kissing and nibbling his ear, and Armin couldn’t hold back a whimper that escaped his throat.

“Are you close?” Eren’s mumbled words received a yes from the blond, whose legs were starting to shake from keeping himself up. “Me too.”

There were a few moments of silence, and Armin almost felt bad when he let out a small moan.  Eren continued jacking him off while he came, and soon the brunet was making a similar noise.  As Eren came he let out a breath of air into Armin’s ear, making the blond shiver.

Eren slowly pulled his hand back, eyeing the mess the two of them had made.  He looked back at Armin, who thankfully looked a lot happier and satisfied than before.

“I’m gonna get some tissues, okay?”

Armin nodded, a little sad when Eren’s hands left his body as he moved off his lap.  He sat on his knees, watching Eren leave the room while wiping the leftover tears from his eyes.  He felt strangely emotional, and yet all he wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep.  Curse his low stamina.

Just as he was starting to feel alone, Eren came back.  Both his hands were now clean, one of them holding a tissue box that Armin was surprised they even had.

“Most of it got on your clothes.” Eren sat down while he spoke, taking out a tissue before gently wiping down Armin’s upper legs.  “I tried to not get them dirty, sorry.”

“It’s fine.  I don’t really care about that.” Armin was just happy that Eren was touching him again, that he was close enough to hear the brunet breathe.  

Eren gently wiped down Armin’s dirtied skin, and tried his best to get any stains out of the panties and stockings.  He crumpled the used tissues before throwing themthem away, wiping his hands down his sweatpants before looking up.

“Feeling good?” Eren petted the top of Armin’s head as he spoke, smiling when the blond nodded in response.

“That was…” Armin let out an airy shuckle, shaking his head.  “I honestly didn’t think you’d like it that much.”

“Are you kidding me? Min, you look amazing.” 

“Thanks.” Armin blushed at the compliment, looking back down at himself.  “They’re kinda uncomfortable, though.  I’m not exactly built for women’s clothing.”

“What do you wanna do?  Wanna change?” Eren received a nod.  “Wanna cuddle for a bit?”

Armin nodded his head aggressively, making Eren smile.  He watched as the blond slowly stood up, walking towards his dresser and opening a drawer.  While scanning Armin’s body, he frowned once his eyes got to his ass.  There was a decently sized red handprint, and Eren felt conflicted.

It didn’t feel the same as when he gave Armin hickeys.  He thought of those more as “love-bites”, but the marks that came with spanking didn’t fall under the same category.  He’s spanked Armin before, and during the spanking Eren always enjoyed his time.  But the aftermath was hard to get used to, and Eren was far from it.

Armin changed into boxers and a t-shirt, and ran a hand through his messy hair before turning back towards the bed.  He slowly walked over, smiling when Eren laid himself against the headrest with open arms.

He felt giddy sliding himself into Eren’s hold. As their legs tangled Armin couldn’t help but relax as the weight of Eren’s arms secured him in his spot.  The brunet kissed the top of his head, and squeezed him tight before pulling back.

“You okay? How do you feel?”

Armin somehow found the energy to speak, and lifted his head from where he rested it on Eren’s chest.  “I’m good, just tired.”

He snuggled closer to the brunet, raising his leg to get a better hold.  “You’re comfy.”

Eren unconsciously tightened their hug. He discovered a while ago that the two of them, especially after a scene like before, get twice as clingy after fooling around.  Eren wouldn’t admit that out loud, but Armin seemed to have no problem with being open about it.

The brunet slowly brought a hand lower on Armin’s body.  He could feel the heat rise on the blond’s skin where he’d been slapped, and Eren had to bite his tongue to not go into, what Armin called, “worry-wart mode”.

“You’re okay, right?” Eren gently massaged Armin’s bottom through his boxers, his other hand rubbing up and down the blond back.  “Do you need anything?”

Armin’s eyes were closed, but he managed to shake his head in response.  “Just don’t go.  Don’t stop.  Stay.”

Eren could’ve died right there and then.  There was something about what Armin said, more so how he said it, that made Eren weak.  He was sure that if Armin asked him to give him all his money in that specific voice, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.”

FIN