pairing : armin arlet x fem!reader
warnings : car sex, multiple mentions of sweat lol, literal sweat licking, switch armin, switch reader, use of the word ‘whore’ , mentions of cum, creampie, mention of masturbation, titty sucking, that’s it i think nothing too extreme
wordcount : 2k
theme : student council president armin x reader
(another drabble thingy cause armin brainrot lol)
! for mature audiences !
Armin isn’t a stupid boy.
Actually, he’s far from it. A straight A student, participated in Model UN, the smartest person in the room like 95% of the time and currently takes on the current role of the president of the college student council.
He’s nothing less than intelligent.
But one thing he couldn’t explain, couldn’t wrap his head around, couldn’t control was none other than you. He told himself everyday that the scandalous relationship he had with you would soon be over, that he wouldn’t let you snatch him into your alluring orbit with your pretty face and teasing words.
Unfortunately, he never succeeded in doing so, and time after time, he’d find himself victim to the irresistible force that was you.
Which is why he often found himself in situations similar to the one he is is now, they type of sitauation that he assured himself he wouldn’t let happen again.
Here he was panting in the back seat of his car, with a thin layer of sweat coating his shirtless body, while you were perched on top of him, in a pretty mauve colored bra and your skirt hunched around your waist as you dragged yourself skillfully up and down his aching cock.
It didn’t take too much convincing this time round, just a simple touch to his prominent bulge as he was driving and that mischievous look you’d always give him, pouting your glossy lips and batting your eyelashes, until he felt he had no choice but to let you coax him into the back seat, carelessly pushing each other’s clothes aside and letting him bury himself into your hot and pulsing cunt.
“You’re- you’re gonna make me late.” He groaned out, hoping his voice didn’t crack too much, with one hand placed on your hip, sinking you back down onto his length in a steady pace.
“Promise I’ll make you cum quick, you know I always do.” You purred in retaliation, as you angled your hips in such a way that his angry red tip was brushing against that delicious spot that had your thighs trembling and pussy tightening around him.
The feeling of your walls almost angrily clamping down on his cock, had Armin jutting his hips up before he could stop himself, causing both of you to moan out in unison.
“You can’t keep- oh fuck- you can’t keep doing this,” He spat out just as you rolled your hips forward making his breath hitch “I’m late to every meeting these days.”
A pitchy whine slipped past your lips at the overbearing pressure of having your hole stuffed to the brim with his cock, knocking the air out of you each time you sunk back down on it. “I just couldn’t wait, I- i needed to feel you.”
He only groaned out in response so you went on to speak, “Haven’t seen you this whole week, ‘min. couldn’t stop thinking about you, needed you so bad. even touched myself thinking about you everyday.”
And just as you said it, the image forming in Armin’s mind of you laying in bed with your arm reaching down between those plump thighs of yours, hand creeping inside your panties, as you desperately tried to get yourself to release, thinking it was him, wishing it was him, sent a spike of electricity down Armin’s body and straight to his dick, making it twitch inside you.
“God, why’d you have to be such a cock-hungry whore.” He growled throwing his head back to rest on the seat behind him, and screwing his eyes shut, in an attempt to contain himself from cunning right there and then.
It wasn’t too often that Armin degraded you like this, atleast not with such a harsh word that almost sounded foreign coming from his lips that usually spoke soft and kind words. But when you’d messed with his head enough, attacked all his senses with the immense pleasure you gave to him, he would spew out breathy insults such as this.
And god, did you love it.
“Look at me.” You whispered in between moans, your eyes choosing to focus on a single drop of sweat running down his neck. You couldn’t resist the bubbling urge inside you, coming forward to lick the bead of sweat just before it got the chance to move down his chest and going on to lick up his neck, until you were just behind his ear and you could feel him shudder at your action, “C’mon ‘min, wanna see you.”
You leaned back just in time to watch as his hand came up to push back his blonde hair that was now slightly damp from the layer of sweat coating his forehead, head still thrown back and eyes still screwed shut. “Can’t, I’ll cum if I do.”
Armin had a secret deal with himself that if he was too weak to resist your constant pleas for him to fuck you until you were brain dead, the least he could do was finish after you. A true gentlemen.
His words only made you smile, bringing a lighter and sweeter mood to the increasingly hot atmosphere. You pressed your lips on his shortly before speaking, “s’okay.” and assured him further by purposely clenching down on him then grinding forward.
Hesitantly, he brought his head back up, eyes fluttering open, revealing that lazy and fucked out expression he usually wore that never failed to make your clit tingle. The blotches of red that were there before, now grew, coloring his usually pale face in a light shade of pink that extended down to his neck.
He peered down to where the two of you met, and the sight of your cunt leaking uncontrollably, spilling your juices onto his balls, almost made him throw his head back up once again at how overwhelming it all was.
His gaze slowly moved upwards, over your torso, and landing on your tits, god those fucking tits, always hugged tightly by those blouses you wore, cleavage constantly attacking his line of sight. He had some kind of love-hate relationship with them, always cursing them for corrupting his mind and distracting him all the time, yet still wanting to hold them in his hands and have them in his mouth.
He didn’t have it in him to deny the tempting voices in his head, and trailed the hand on your waist up, grazing over the material of your bra for a moment before pulling a cup down, leaning forward before engulfing the soft flesh into the heat of his mouth.
“Oh Fuck, Armin.” You whimper pitifully, hips stuttering in their moment, now your turn to involuntarily throw your head back, trying so desperately to keep your pace up with what he’s doing to you.
You shamelessly moan out, probably loud enough for someone outside the car to hear, as you felt him lightly bite down on your nipple, then giving it one last lick before proceeding upwards, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses up your neck.
You didn’t even notice the warm and pulsing feeling that suddenly developed in your center, building up by the second , making your cunt tighter and tighter and your head lighter and lighter, and sending goosebumps all over your body at the thought of your high sneak attacking you and pulling you off the cliff when you were caught off guard, mind completely overtaken by the feeling of the blonde haired boy infront of you.
“ ‘m gonna cum. oh god, gonna cum so hard ‘min please.” you babbled stupidly as you messily bounced yourself up and down his cock, losing coordination and order, simply plunging yourself downwards until you found the perfect angle that had his dick pressing right onto the spot that made you cry out loud.
Armin muttered out a quick ‘fuck’ at your statement, before slapping both hands down on your waist, grasping onto them in a manner that would certainly leave bruises, and sucking in all the strength left in him to rut his hips right back up into you, pistoning into your fluttering cunt at a rough pace, as if he was letting out all his frustrations out onto you. The two of you filled the warm air around you with embarrassingly loud noises of your increasing moans and the slick sound of your sloppy pussy being completely demolished by the force of his thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. ‘min I’m there, I’m right there.” You cried out fingers grasping onto his shoulders and head spinning as the growing ball of pressure inside you rumbled threateningly.
Armin’s abdomen tightened at the lewd sounds that left both your upper and lower lips, teeth biting down harshly onto his own lip, “You better fucking cum you- fucking hell- making me late all the goddamn time.”
“Want you to cum with me - want your cum inside me so bad.” You pleaded, tear filled eyes struggling to stay open. You needed to feel it, needed to feel his hot, hot spurts of cum spilling into your aching cunt.
“I’m gonna give it to you.” he practically whined out loud and you hadn’t noticed the hand that somewhere in between thrusts travelled down, and before you could even process his movements, a single brush on your clit, made you release a full blown scream. Your orgasm crashed into you at full speed, hips pausing in its movements as your body slumped back, head landing on the headrest of the front seat and pussy gushing out messily all over him.
The sight of your sweat covered abdomen spread out infront of him and your pussy clenching around him unrelentingly as if it was trying to suck his fucking soul out of him, was all Armin needed, letting out a throaty moan before the head of his dick practically burst out, shooting spurts of his searing hot cum deep inside your fucked out hole and causing your tired hips to twitch at the burning feeling of it.
So incredibly fucking messy.
The air around the two of your gradually became quieter, both of you taken over by your highs, panting into the air. It was you who moved first, slightly reddening at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you and smearing onto your thighs. You placed a chaste kiss on his lips, making his eyes flutter open slowly.
“That was soo good ‘min. missed you so much.” You purred at him, welcoming the way he rolled his eyes at you in faux annoyance.
“Why’re you always so needy right before I have a student council meeting?” He groaned out but you didn’t miss the passing smile that graced his lips.
“Can’t help it. Does it make you mad?” You teased hand coming forward to bury themselves in his hair.
“Actually, yes, it does.”
“Oh. But you still did it, didn’t you?” You let out daringly with a playful smirk on your lips and the way his eyes slightly widen at your words only makes you feel all more accomplished.
“What, you’re gonna keep making me mad and late to every meeting?”
“Only if means you’ll fuck me this good each time I do.” You say teasingly, with your upturned bottom lip slipping between your teeth, and the hand in his hair lightly tugging the strands of his hair.
Armin was so fucked, so utterly and completely fucked. You had him trapped in everything that made up you, and there was no light, no sign of escape anytime soon.
And he knew it. And he was on the road to accepting that there was nothing he could possibly do about it. Not with you looking at him like that.
“Fuck the meeting.” He muttered out, before wrapping his hand at the back of your neck and pulling you forward until your lips met his once again.
a/n : could not stop thinking about student council president armin since the last drabble so here you go i guess <3