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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Eren_Yeager, Armin_Arlert_&_Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      Crossdressing, Underage_Sex, First_Time, Shota, Anal_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Anal
      Fingering, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Statutory_Rape, Pedophilia,
      Emotional_Manipulation, Exploitation
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-16 Words: 2316
****** A Little Doll ******
by eremin
Summary
     Older!Eren is absolutely captivated by a too-innocent Armin.
Notes
     WARNING: The descriptive and realistic nature of this fic has
     elicited a strong negative response. Do not read if fictional albeit
     realistic accounts of pedophilic affairs bother you.
     Please note that authoring fiction is not the same as authoring
     autobiography. Effectively writing a realistically descriptive point
     of view of a crack addict, assassin, dog fighter, necrophiliac, or
     berserker viking doesn't indicate experience, knowledge, desire, or
     even acceptance of crack, assassination, dog fights, fucking corpses,
     or bludgeoning enemies in rage. It is the same with pedophilia. I
     wrote this story as a perfectly normal 19 year old girl, in a happy
     relationship of 4 years. I DO NOT encourage or condone real life
     sexual manipulation of kids. My reasons for writing this are the same
     as those of all of the other 1000s of fics with themes of sexual
     exploitation, rape, torture, ero guro, and other perversions. Please
     realize, a rapist is intrinsically a rapist - anime fanfic isn't what
     inspires their crimes, and it certainly isn't what gives them
     permission to commit them.
     To victims of sexual trauma: I'm truly sorry that you were hurt.
     Please heed the warnings & stay away from triggering fics. This fic
     was written to entertain its readers, not to harm/upset victims of
     trauma. Reading on is at your own discretion. Please do not leave
     mean comments - us writers have feelings too.
Armin blinked down at Eren from where he stood in the middle of the bed and he
slowly ran his hands down his sides. He looked thoughtful for a long moment
though he didn't seem to have any intention of stepping away from Eren's heavy
gaze.
Eren loved Armin's legs. They were so pale and soft, the way they could only be
on a boy who was still a ways away from puberty. They were planted firmly into
the mattress where he had been jumping around just before, his skirt floating
up with each bounce, revealing flutters of the frilly pink panties Eren had
bought for him just the week before. Eren's not exactly swimming in money, but
spending the little extra he has on gifts like these for Armin had become a
habit that warmed him inside out - perhaps it was the result of seeing the too-
innocent little boy wearing them, but Eren still loved it.
Eren pressed dry, open-mouthed kisses onto the creamy thighs above him,
hairless and smooth in a way that was already making Eren hard. Armin giggled
and his knees buckled slightly, but Eren was there to keep him standing so he
could nose his way up to the lace at the tops of Armin's skinny legs.
"What kind of kiss?" Armin asked.
Eren had to blink himself out of his daze as he backed away and let the breezy
cotton of the skirt stroke over his face. It was only when he looked up to
Armin's face that he remembered he had asked a question first. It was the
question that made Armin stop jumping on the bed; the muscles in his thighs
tensed, providing Eren with something to marvel at.
"Any kind of kiss, I suppose," Eren said. "A love kiss. Maybe the sort of kiss
that your mommy and daddy do when they're alone."
Armin's eyes widened and Eren loosely held his hands. He shyly replied, "I-
isn't that for grownups?"
Eren smiled, "It is for grownups, Armin, but you're special. You're so special
because I love you the way your mommy and daddy love each other, and I want you
in a way that only I'm allowed to want you."
"I-I'm... special?" Armin asked.
He was twisting his torso gently in the way schoolyard children might when they
wanted to be praised. The movement made the skirt fan up a little bit and, oh
god, Eren wanted him so badly. He nodded and climbed up onto the bed, kneeling.
He needed to show Armin that he was special.
He pressed his lips to Armin's mouth, but the little boy held still and didn't
react for a while. Eren pulled away to see the calculating wonder in the boy's
heavy Atlantic eyes. Eren brushed the thin blonde hair of Armin's bangs out of
his face so that his delicate little features were more visible.
This kid was beautiful, and when Eren told him to part his lips before he went
in to the next kiss, he did, and even featured a hint of tongue. He felt the
little boy shiver at the new sensation and there was no way Eren was going to
let it stop there.
While they kissed, Eren groped and squeezed at the tight little backside within
his reach, his strong fingers dipping into the crack through the material of
the knickers. Armin gasped and pulled away from the kiss, looking utterly
confused.
"You're okay," Eren smiled sympathetically, nodding to encourage Armin to do
the same, "this is something that only happens to special people like you. It
might feel just a tiny bit weird at first, but I will make it feel so good for
you. It will be just like getting an injection from the doctor before he gives
you... ten lollipops."
"Ten?" Armin repeated, amazed.
Eren took that enthusiasm to be his permission to kiss the boy again and caress
the soft, slim legs before him. He didn't want the boy to panic and back out of
this, so he kept his hands just trailing over the boy's legs in circles for a
while before he slipped his hands under the little boy's skirt and, with his
knuckles, grazed against pantie-clad balls.
Armin whined this time but Eren shoved his tongue in the boys mouth, intrusive
and possessive as his hand moved more certainly against the gift he was eager
to unwrap.
Armin lay down on the bed when instructed, peering down the length of his body
curiously as Eren tugged down the panties. He mumbled, "I feel weird."
"It just means you're about to feel good," Eren told him. "You'll feel so good
soon and so will I. You want me to feel good too, don't you?"
Armin nodded before he threw his head back and yelled, as Eren licked along the
boy's small penis. Eren thumbed gentle circles on the boy's hip as he kept
licking, until he felt the organ engorge with arousal.
He didn't answer when Armin asked what was happening, why he felt funny in his
belly, in his chest, in his willy, and instead concentrated on sucking and
licking at the tiny dick. It was so beautifully compact and Eren loved that. He
could have this thing in his mouth all day. He loved the distinctly boyish
scent at Armin's groin, and how it was yet to see hair. He was so smooth and
small and slick with saliva and precum.
He pulled off then the little boy's breaths got heavier. His chest was heaving
with the effort of breathing through what must have been blinding pleasure for
this untouched child.
"You're doing so well, Armin," Eren muttered.
Armin nodded, unable speak. His chest was moving rapidly and his eyes shone
with tears. His hair was fanned out on the pillow underneath his head and he
looked so, so good.
Eren wrapped his hand around Armin's penis. It was a heated weight against his
palm and it was so different to his own. Eren's tight fist encircled the whole
thing, and the boy took initiative to thrust up into the hand a few times
before he came with a whimper. Semen spurt out of the tip of his small cock and
onto his skirt and Eren's hand.
"You're so good at this, baby. I have a feeling that you're going to make me
feel really good," Eren praised.
Armin was loose and pliable enough for Eren to push his legs back, folded with
his knees against his chest. He didn't even seem to notice as Eren fished a
bottle of lube out from somewhere beside his bed, coating his fingers in it and
spreading it around Armin's asshole. It was cold so he expected a little flinch
but there was only a pleasured whine in response.
Eren told the boy it was best if he relaxed. He teased his index finger around
the hole before pressing his middle finger against it.
"This might feel a bit strange," Eren warned.
He slowly pushed his finger through the tight ring of muscle and cooed at the
boy to calm down when he immediately tensed at the intrusion. When he saw tiny
hands gripping the bedsheets, Eren instructed Armin to relax; untense your
legs, push down with your bum, breathe.
He eventually relaxed enough for Eren to comfortably push his finger all the
way in and drag it out at a steady pace. Armin whimpered and moaned as Eren
worked him open. Eren was as gentle as he could be under the pressure of
wanting this so badly. He didn't want to hurt Armin but he was getting
impatient.
Two fingers in and Armin was red in the face, tugging at his skirt and whining
each time Eren pushed his fingers in. Two was not going to be quite enough to
allow a comfortable transition to Eren's cock, so he kept his fingers moving
until they began cramping up from the awkward movement.
"Are you alright?" Eren asked. Armin hummed and nodded, so Eren kept going. He
pulled his fingers out and pushed in with three.
Three was the charm, apparently, and Eren's fingers brushed against Armin's
prostate confidently enough for the boy to moan aloud and slide down the bed
seeking more. That was it; Eren rubbed the tips of his fingers right there
while he watched Armin become more and more wrecked, sweating and writhing on
Eren's bed. He looked so perfect and Eren couldn't wait any longer.
He freed himself from the restriction of his trousers and rolled on a condom.
Armin clenched his little toes and fingers when Eren applied lube to his
entrance. Eren coated his cock in more lube, an amount that was just a bit too
wet for his preference but slick enough to ease comfortably into the small boy.
Eren couldn't push all the way in at first. Armin was so tight and Eren needed
to take a few deep breaths and squeeze the base of his cock so he didn't come
too soon. He shoved Armin's T-shirt up after a minute, exposing the chest that
was just as pale as the beautiful thighs on either side of him, and he ducked
to lick at one of the exposed nipples. He breathed onto it and watched goose
bumps rise over the skin; he sucked at it, bit his teeth in gently, and
suppressed a grin when Armin cried out. Eren slid in further, less resistance
this time, and he felt that Armin was perfect for this.
Eren moved his hips slowly, playing with Armin's nipples enough for high gasps
to fall from the boy's lips. Before long he was able to thrust more forcefully,
to do what his body wanted to do and just pound into the tight heat around his
dick. Armin had to put his hands up against the wall behind the mattress to
stop his head from being pushed against it from the force of Eren's wild
thrusts. Armin's high-pitched whines were delicious, a fact Eren confirmed when
he caught Armin's lips and kissed him as hard as he could.
He kept pounding into Armin but when he leaned up and saw the boy's weak arms
struggling and being squashed into the wall, Eren got an idea. He quickly
pulled out and Armin let out a shuddered gasp. He didn't ask any questions as
Eren spun him onto his front, pulled him to his knees, and guided his hands
onto the wall. Eren grasped the boy's hips, pulling him onto his dick and
thrusting in roughly between Armin's arse cheeks. He couldn't believe how the
boy was reacting, pushing his hips back into Eren's hard thrusts, each one
triggering a breathless moan from the little blonde.
Eren's hand crept round to stroke Armin's dick, harder than before, hard enough
for Eren feel prideful and want to draw red lines of deep scratches up the
fronts of Armin's marshmallowy thighs. He dug only two scrapes before Armin was
shaking, probably crying.
Armin wasn't able to keep himself up, his sweaty palms were losing purchase on
the slick wall, so Eren pulled the boy up against his chest and held him there
with one arm while he stroked at Armin's cock with the other. Tight, even
strokes that matched the thrusts into the boy's ass.
"You're doing so well," Eren whispered shakily into Armin's ear; the boy
responded by moaning and leaning his head back, fitted nicely between Eren's
neck and the slope of his shoulder.
"It feels good- you feel really good too, don't you?"
Armin nodded, moaning "yes!" just a bit too loud, before squeezing his eyes
shut and muttering "m-my bum feels really good, oh, I don't know why... it-it
hurts but it feels so good and I just want moremoremore and I never-ahh! Don't
stop, just there please," his speech was strung-out and broken with pants and
grunts, his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, his skin was tinted with
pastel pink, and Eren just loved how he looked absolutely wrecked.
Eren ached with desire at the boys words, and he replied "You feel great to me,
I don't think I've ever felt this good. But- mm- you know, you'll never feel
this good without me, Armin. Only I can do this to you baby, okay? Come on, I
want to see you come for me again. Let me see what a good boy you are."
It was impossible for Eren to keep the tightness out of his tone as he teetered
on the edge of his climax. Armin nodded his head at Eren's words and clenched
his hands into fists, not really knowing what to do with them. Eren pumped the
boy's dick faster, squeezing him closer, and he thought he was going to die
when Armin tightened around him and cried out, trembling with the force of his
orgasm.
Eren roughly tilted Armin's face up, kissing sloppily as he came with Armin
moaning into his mouth.
Half an hour later, Armin was curled up wearing a new skirt and a fresh pair of
panties as he snoozed next to the splatters of dried cum on the bed. His sweat
had been wiped away, his breathing was normal, and his cheeks weren't as red
now. Eren wondered how soon the little boy would want to do this again, and
whether they'd reach a point where, despite his age, Armin would be just as
enthusiasticly anticipating and wanting as he was.
Whether it happened or not, Eren decided he wanted to have Armin in thigh
highs, wearing lipstick, with his hair tied in pigtails. He rolled off the bed
to dig around in his dresser to find the garter belt he had purchased a few
days before. He smiled to himself, knowing he was going to have a lot of fun
with his little doll.
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