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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Erwin_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Implied_Levi/Erwin_Smith, Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher,
      Pedophilia, Daddy_Kink, Non-Consensual_Blow_Jobs, First_Time, Trans_Armin
      Arlert, (although_there_aren't_any_parts_of_the_fic_which_mention_this)
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-08 Words: 2797
****** Ocean Eyes ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Teachers aren't supposed to choose favourites, but for Armin -
     beautiful, innocent Armin - Erwin Smith can make an exception.
Notes
     i DO NOT support pedophilia, this is a fic i wrote in order to deal
     with my own experiences. i would strongly advise against reading if
     you have been affected by child sexual abuse or rape.
     also just a note: i don't live in america (where this fic is set) so
     i apologise if there are any inaccuracies.
The first time Erwin laid eyes on Armin Arlert he was smitten. The boy was
adorable, with eyes like the ocean and a cute button nose. His rosy cheeks were
dotted with pale freckles, his lips were plump and pink. His golden hair glowed
like the sunshine and it looked so soft; Erwin was often tempted to reach out
and touch it, but he restrained himself whenever he felt the urge to do so.
With his doe eyes and porcelain skin the boy looked so innocent and delicate,
like a little doll. Armin was endearing, and Erwin found himself captivated by
him.
He observed the boy as best he could in the weeks that followed their first
encounter. He discovered his cute habit of nibbling his bottom lip when he was
concentrating, noticed how he would swing his legs under his desk and tap his
fingers on the desk when he had finished working. Erwin soon realised that
Armin was a very capable student, but despite this he was always asking
questions, always wanting to learn more. With his fidgeting and endless
curiosity, Armin was really rather childlike. It didn't help that the boy
looked so much younger than he was. Erwin could hardly believe he was sixteen.
It didn't come as a surprise, then, to learn that Armin had skipped a grade and
that he was in fact fifteen. Technically he should have been a sophomore, but
the student was academically talented and Erwin could see why he had been moved
up. But though he was smart and diligent, Erwin realised that Armin was
socially awkward. He didn't seem to have any friends, at least not in Mr
Smith's history class, and on one occasion Erwin had witnessed the boy being
picked on in the corridor. He had intervened, of course, telling the
delinquents they would be suspended if he saw them doing anything like this
again. Armin had given him a gentle smile afterwards. Erwin noticed how his
eyes were gleaming with tears, watched as he wiped them with the sleeve of his
blue sweater before any droplets could fall.
Erwin wasn't sure when his fondness for Armin became an obsession, or when his
affection became desire. He found himself dreaming about the boy often, though
some nights he was restless and couldn't sleep at all until he gave into his
needs. At first he felt guilty for getting off to the thought of his student,
but it never stopped him from moaning the boy's name and imagining how he would
look with his lips wrapped around Erwin's cock, cheeks scarlet and eyes wide as
he stared up at his teacher obediently. Erwin would pull on his hair and call
him a good boy, his good little boy.
The day after Armin's birthday, when the teenager had showed up to his history
lesson wearing a sailor-style shirt and a pair of high-waisted blue shorts
which exposed his small, milky thighs (in November, for crying out loud), Erwin
decided he'd had enough.
“Y-you wanted to see me, sir?” the boy said from the other side of the
classroom, looking down at his shoes and holding his wrist, a nervous habit of
his. It was hard to see from a distance but Erwin was sure his cheeks were
flushed pink.
“Yes, come here,” Erwin replied, and Armin obeyed instantly, walking over to
his teacher's desk. He briefly looked up at the man and they made eye contact
for a moment, before Armin looked away, embarrassed.
“Don't worry, you're not in trouble,” Erwin continued, licking his lips as he
took in the sight of the boy. He was even wearing white, knee-high socks. It
was like the kid was purposefully trying to make Erwin hard. “Although, you do
seem to be violating the dress code.”
Armin's cheeks grew redder at this. “Y-yes, sir,” he answered sheepishly, “I-it
was a present from a friend, sir. She said I'd look c-cute in it.”
Erwin couldn't help but smile, finding the stammering adorable.
“You certainly do,” he told his student. The way Armin stared at him with wide
eyes and lips parted, like he was shocked to hear those words, would have made
Erwin laugh if it wasn't for the way it made his cock twitch in his pants.
“Though I'm surprised you haven't been sent to the principal's office already.
Which friend is this?”
“M-Mikasa Ackerman, sir. Sh-she's one of my best friends,” Armin paused, “I...
Are you gonna send me to the principal?”
Erwin reached across to put a reassuring hand on the younger blond's shoulder.
“No, don't worry. I would never do that do you.”
“O-oh, good. That's good.”
“Armin,” Erwin let his hand move across the boy's bare arm, loving the way he
shuddered at the touch, “You know, your outfit doesn't leave very much to the
imagination.”
Once again, Armin's eyes went very wide, though this time he was focussed on
staring at Erwin's hand. “I-I've been wearing a cardigan for most of the day,”
he confessed, “B-but it was really hot in Mr Dok's room, and I've been really
warm since.”
Erwin narrowed his eyes a little as he thought of his friend Nile. The man was
as perverted as they come, and Erwin couldn't help wondering whether Nile had
the same interest in Armin as he did. No, probably not. He'd prefer the female
students, the ones who looked just old enough to be legal; he'd probably watch
them on the sports field, staring at their asses in their shorts or watching
their breasts bounce up and down as they ran. Nile was a typical man, and
typical men liked women with curves, or guys with muscle.
But Erwin wasn't like most men, and apparently he much preferred cute little
boys with soft skin and big blue eyes.
And now, he noticed, Armin was gazing at him with those beautiful eyes.
“S-sorry,” the boy apologised hastily, when he realised he had been caught
staring, “You looked like you were daydreaming, that's all.”
“Mm, I must have been,” Erwin said, running a hand through his short hair,
“Armin, I take it you want me to see you as a good student?”
Armin blinked a few times at this. “Yes, sir.”
“You want me to like you? Maybe even favour you over the others?”
“W-well... Yes, sir. I suppose.”
“Teachers aren't supposed to choose favourites, you understand, but in this
case I can make an exception,” Erwin spoke with warmth in his voice, and Armin
cocked his head slightly as he listened, “You're certainly very gifted.”
No matter how hard he tried, it would have been impossible for the small blond
to hide the smile which lit up his face then. “Th-thank you, sir. I appreciate-
”
“But,” his teacher cut him off, clipping his sentence short, “There are some
things which I need you to do for me, if you want to stay in my good books. Is
that clear, boy?”
He'd taken a risk calling him that. A lot of students would find it
patronizing, some would guess at the sexual undertones. But Armin just looked
pleased at being called boy, if the light in his eyes was anything to go by.
“Very clear, sir.”
“Good,” Erwin took the opportunity to grab the teen by his sides, pulling him
close and smiling at the surprised noise that came from Armin's throat. He
marvelled at how he could almost wrap his large hands around the boy's thin
waist. “You want to be a good boy for me, don't you, Armin?” Erwin asked,
noticing the look of concern on Armin's face. The boy's brows were knitted
together and his lips were pursed. He almost looked like he was pouting which
was, Erwin observed, totally adorable.
“Sir...?” the boy asked carefully, gently, like he was worried he'd make his
teacher angry if he spoke too loud.
Erwin just moaned at the title, but he wanted to go one better. Lessons were
over now, and most students had gone home. Other teachers never bothered Erwin
at this time, so he was confident he'd be able to do this without getting
caught. Although, if he was honest, the idea of someone walking in on him and
Armin together excited him.
“Not sir today, Armin,” he told, “I want you to call me Daddy. Can you do that
for me, sweetheart?” He waited for an answer, smiling at the confusion in the
boy's eyes. “Come on, Armin.”
“Y-yes, uh,” he was clearly flustered by this, and Erwin noticed how he bit his
lip a few times before finishing with, “D... Daddy.”
Now Erwin's cock was hard and throbbing, and he lightly forced Armin down onto
his lap, positioning the boy so his legs hung over one side of the chair.
“Sir, please,” Armin had begun, but Erwin hushed him.
“What did I just say, Armin?”
“D-Daddy,” the student corrected himself. Erwin could see the tears pooling in
his eyes, and it was a sight to behold. “P-please don't.”
“Don't what, baby?”
“Don't... Just d-don't, please...”
Now Armin was crying freely, unable to finish his sentence as it was
interrupted with a choked sob. Erwin wiped the tears away and pressed gentle
kisses to his neck.
“It's okay, baby, I'm not gonna hurt you,” the man spoke against his soft skin,
“Be a good boy for Daddy, won't you?” When Armin didn't respond, he continued
in a whisper, “You don't want to make your Daddy angry.”
At that, the boy tensed up, but he also stopped crying. He wiped his eyes,
breathing shakily, before responding in a meek voice, “N-no, daddy.”
Erwin kissed his neck again, then his cheek. “That's right. Such a good boy for
Daddy, Armin.” He wrapped his hand around one of Armin's small thighs,
squeezing gently. He started sucking on Armin's neck and his student let out a
whimper.
“Mm, do you like that, baby?” Erwin asked, voice husky. Armin responded with a
quiet hum and Erwin nipped at the boy's skin, making him moan. “Oh, Armin, you
should have told me you wanted this. Daddy didn't know you were such a little
whore.”
Armin's breathing got a little unsteady again, and Erwin could feel him
trembling a little. “I-I'm sorry, Daddy.”
“Don't be sorry, baby boy,” Erwin's voice was like honey, “Tell me, sweetheart,
have you ever sucked someone's cock?”
Armin hesitated, then shook his head. The prospect of taking Armin's innocence
was too much of a temptation for Erwin. God, he really was just a dirty old
man, like Levi so often said.
Levi... No, Erwin couldn't think of his boyfriend now. He couldn't allow
himself to. Maybe there was a reason he – a 34 year old teacher – was dating a
20 year old college student. Maybe for a while Erwin had gotten off to the fact
Levi looked younger than most men his age. But whilst he loved Levi and found
him incredibly attractive, right now Erwin needed more. He needed someone
younger, someone more innocent than Levi. He needed Armin.
“Armin,” Erwin said, running a hand through the boy's hair. It really was as
soft as he had imagined. “Daddy wants you to suck his cock. Can you do that,
baby?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” the younger responded. Erwin lifted him off his lip and Armin
obediently got down onto his knees, staring up at his teacher with wide,
expectant eyes that were still glazed with tears. He looked so adorable, so
beautiful, so young. With his youthful appearance he could easily pass for
twelve. The thought turned Erwin on even more.
He started to unbuckle his belt, then he unzipped his pants and pulled them
down so they fell around his ankles. He took off his boxer briefs and grinned
down at the boy, who was nervously biting his lip again.
“Come on, baby,” Erwin encouraged, “Be good for Daddy. I know you're dying to
suck his cock, aren't you?”
At this, Armin leaned forward and gingerly licked at the base of Erwin's shaft.
The man couldn't help moaning and he pulled the boy up from under his arms,
positioning Armin's small hands so they were resting on his thighs.
“That's it, baby, you're being such a good boy for your Daddy.”
Armin now took the head between his lips, sucking gently. It was clear he had
no idea what he was doing and most people would have been frustrated with his
lack of experience, but Erwin found his innocence endearing. And hot. It was
hot as fuck.
He pushed down on the boy's head a little and heard the choking sound Armin
made as he was lowered onto his cock. Erwin out a moan, fingers pulling on the
boy's blond locks.
“Oh, baby, you're so good,” Erwin said breathily, rocking his hips forward.
Armin looked up at him through those long lashes of his and sucked more, making
Erwin hiss. “Armin – ah, fuck – that's it, baby. Such a good boy. Such a good
little slut for Daddy.”
This went on until Erwin was panting and tugging on Armin's hair roughly. The
boy made noises of discomfort as his teacher thrust into his mouth and Erwin
reluctantly pulled out, his cock brushing over Armin's pink lips and leaving a
trail of precome there. It was a beautiful sight, but Erwin wasn't done yet,
and he began jerking himself off, his other hand stroking the teen's hair.
“Armin, ah, open your mouth, baby, stick your tongue out,” he instructed
through grunts of pleasure. Armin's lips parted, his tongue sticking out just a
little. Erwin would have preferred it to be all the way out, making Armin look
eager for his come, but he was too close to care. “Oh, baby, you're so gorgeous
like that... Ah, fuck... Fuck,close your eyes...”
Fortunately Armin obliged before Erwin came with a loud moan, splattering the
warm, white fluid across the boy's face. Some landed on his cheeks, a little
onto his eyelashes, but most landed on his lips and inside his mouth. Armin's
eyes were still tightly shut and his eyebrows were furrowed together; he looked
unsure of what to do next, which made Erwin smile once he came back to his
senses, stroking himself through it.
“Fuck, Armin,” he said, voice low and carnal, “You were so fucking good, baby."
Armin hesitantly opened his eyes, squinting up at his teacher, and Erwin saw
the tears pool in his eyes and roll down his stained cheeks.
“Shh, don't cry, baby, it's alright. Daddy told you he wouldn't hurt you. He
didn't hurt you, did he?”
Armin shook his head quickly, now sobbing again. Honestly, the boy was a cry
baby, and Erwin found it adorable.
“It's okay, baby,” he soothed the younger, caressing his cheeks to clean up the
come and tears. He pressed his thumb to Armin's now pursed lips and forced it
into the boy's mouth. “Lick it off for Daddy, baby.” Armin licked the sticky
substance away, his nose scrunching up at the flavour.
Once the mess was all cleaned up (with a little help from the box of Kleenex
Erwin kept on his desk), Erwin put his pants back on and hoisted the boy up
onto his lap again, holding him close to his chest as he cried. They stayed
like that for a while until eventually Armin calmed a little, sobs replaced
with unsteady breaths.
Erwin had made sure to tell Armin not to speak a word about this to anyone,
though he doubted that he really needed to. The look of shame and despair in
the boy's eyes was reassurance enough that he was going to keep it a secret. He
was that type, after all, the type to bottle up his feelings and refuse to tell
anyone what was wrong in case he became a burden on them.
“We'll do this again some time, Armin,” Erwin said, no longer in the role of
Daddybut instead back to his usual self, and he lifted Armin off his lap, “I'll
give you a reward for behaving yourself so well today.”
The boy said nothing and he scurried over to his desk to retrieve his school
bag and blue cardigan. He left quickly, without a word, and Erwin swore he
heard him start crying again on his way out.
The man ran a hand through his hair, unable to shift the uneasy feeling in his
stomach, and let out a sigh as he heard his phone vibrate. He picked it up and
read the message on the screen.
2:26 PM
From: Levi
I've got a surprise for you. I'll be waiting at home, Daddy x
Erwin smiled, though after today he wondered if he could ever look Levi in the
eye again.
 
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