Out the window | Armin Arlert x Reader
Kinktober day 1/4: masturbation and voyeurism
summary: Someone moved into the dorm building next to you and you accidentally got a glimpse of him pleasuring himself, more than once. Once you actually got to know him it was a lot harder to stop watching.
cw: long haired Armin, spying, low-key judgmental reader (You assume Armin is a 'gooner' because he likes anime), no use of y/n, somewhat ambiguous ending, m and f masturbation, voyeur reader, dry humping, sheet/pillow humping, clothed masturbation, poorly beta read, fem reader
a/n: Sorry for starting Kinktober late, I wasn't going to participate but then I remembered I kinda had a whole blog dedicated to smutty fan fiction
From the moment that boy moved in next door, you thought something was up with him. You could see into his room from your bedroom window and wished you couldn’t. He had rows and rows of anime figures, his laptop had chibi character stickers and other anime decals. A few times you saw him jerking off, either watching porn on his monitor while stroking himself in his gaming chair or humping his pillow like a dog. Living in a college town was bad enough, but it was worse when you had to come back from a long day of classes with professors who ranged from a strict clean freak to a mad scientist who didn’t bathe just to see some nerdy freak who couldn’t stop fucking himself while getting ready for a night out.
Most nights you would just close your shades and let someone else accidentally lay their eye on that sight, but some nights you didn’t. Occasionally you would lie in bed doing work or trying to sleep, but then you would catch a glimpse of him through your window. He had his cock in his hand slowly moving it up and down till he was shaking. His stupidly cute blonde hair fell in front of his red face, leaving only his pink, slightly parted lips visible. You would even say that he was incredibly attractive, besides the fact that he seemed like one of those stereotypical porn addicts. The sight of him didn’t necessarily turn you on but at the same time once you started watching, you couldn’t pull yourself away.
It was manageable until he showed up in your ecology class. It was just like any normal day except for the fact that when you walked into that lecture hall, you could see him and his stupidly cute bob cut in the back. You told yourself to sit farther away from him, but like a magnet, you were drawn to him. Some part of you wanted to put a name to the face you insisted you didn’t like seeing, even though some nights you would stare at his window hoping he would come into his room.
You ended up finding your seat a row or two in front of him. Once the class started, you couldn’t focus, but you couldn’t blame yourself either. The man behind you was a stranger yet you had seen a side of him that only came out in the dark, you had seen parts of him others hadn’t and you felt like a creep for it. Suddenly you were ripped from your thoughts by the sound of something falling. When you looked down you realized it was his pencil.
“Shit, sorry about that.” Said the voice behind you. You leaned in your chair to pick up the pencil before turning around to meet his eyes. Suddenly, all the times you watched him felt different. Those memories didn’t feel like you were just observing him anymore. It felt like how it actually was, you invading his privacy. When you didn’t respond and just stared at him for a moment, he slowly reached over the table and took the pencil from your hand. The awkward silence between you felt way too long until he finally spoke up again. “I think I’ve seen you before… you’re in the dorm building next to mine. I noticed you a couple of times coming back from classes Still, there was nothing but silence from you. “Sorry if that sounded a little creepy or something, it’s not like I’m just watching you, I’m just really observant. I’m Armin by the way.” He quickly ranted out nervously, not wanting to make himself seem like a stalker.
Armin. His name was Armin. You thought that putting a name to the face would make you… Well, you didn’t know what you were trying to achieve, you just wanted to know who he was. You quickly shake yourself out of whatever sort of trance you were stuck in and reply. “Oh, sorry. I’m [Name].”
After that, you began talking to him more. As the semester continued to go on you grew closer to him. The two of you would get coffee from the nearby café a couple of minutes from campus, talk about books you enjoyed reading, and plans for when the two of you graduated. You learned he wanted to become a marine biologist. Once the two of you even had a conversation about how abnormally close your two dorm buildings were, and he ironically brought up how he could practically see into other people‘s windows. It was such a difference from how you thought he would be based on what you had seen before. You assumed he would be some dorky freak, but it was like he had two different identities. The him you saw after classes and the him you hung out with were two completely different people.
Eventually, every day you were waking up looking forward to the two most favorite parts of your day. The first one was ecology class where you got to talk to him about all his nerdy interests and let him rant about the sea, the second was after classes late at night when you got to watch him pleasure himself, but it was exactly that. Just watching.
It had to be around 11 or something. Late fall/early winter snow littered the campus and the trees, making you feel cozy as you prepped for some quiz you had tomorrow. The fluffy white sheets around you looked much like the ground outside. You couldn’t focus even though nothing else was really on your mind. Often when that happened, your attention turned to that window across the clearing between your buildings.
Over the past few months, you quickly realized that you might have been exaggerating to yourself about his habits. Armin wasn’t excessively jerking off or some hentai-obsessed loser, you just assumed he was and you felt like shit for it. He was obviously still human and you weren’t hallucinating those times you saw him in his room. You did still see him jerking off every now and then and he was just too oblivious to close the window, you were just over exaggerating before. But at the same time that realization had made another issue in your life. The only reason you didn’t necessarily find yourself attracted to him was because you assumed he had a shit personality.
Every time you looked towards his window hoping to see something you felt perverted, because you were, you were watching someone jerk off without them knowing.
Tonight either fortunately or unfortunately, you couldn’t really tell, he once again had forgotten to close his blinds while he took care of himself. The attraction to the scene was no longer a morbid curiosity like it was at first, but instead, you watched because it made heat simmer in your gut and your head foggy. “Fuck… that’s hot…” You murmured to yourself. You could see his hand slowly moving up and down the length of his dick. he used his middle and his index finger, and occasionally he would stroke his thumb over his slit when he reached his tip.
You didn’t know when or how but your comforter ended up bunched between your thighs with you gently rocking back on it subconsciously. You knew you shouldn’t have been doing this and that it was wrong, but you didn’t stop yourself when your hand reached under your body to hold the bedding in a position where it would rub your clit the right way. You made sure your rolling of the hips matched the pace he was going at. Your view was slightly obstructed by the part of the comforter that wasn’t being humped by you but you still had quite the sight before you.
As his pace went faster, so did yours. Every time you rolled your clit into the sheets you could feel it brushing up against the inside of your panties. You weren’t even paying attention to what Armin was getting off to instead you were too focused on the idea of him pounding into you. The idea of him pressing your thighs up to the point where they’re touching your ribs, quite literally bending you in half while he slammed his cock into you over and over again made you see stars before you were even close. Your moans sounded more like intoxicated giggles as you bit your lip.
You pressed your chest hard into the mattress and raised your hips a little higher as your thighs gently rubbed against each other, then pulled away over and over again to further push the comforter against your cunt. You didn’t know pleasure could feel like this, especially with only yourself in the mix. You had slept with a guy or two before, sure, and bought sex toys, but none of that had made you ever feel so good. Each time your now soaked pussy got a bit of friction it was like lightning shooting up your spine.
You could see Armin shaking in his gaming chair as his strokes got faster, you could tell he was close and you weren’t far behind. Your thigh movement and rocking back on the comforter got messier and uncoordinated. Your breath hitched as you felt the pleasure in your gut slowly wind up like a coil ready to snap. Your mind wandered, ideas of what you wanted to do to him as well as what he could do to you filled your head. You didn’t last long after that.
The pleasure hit you like a wave and as your eyes rolled back slightly, you could see white ropes spilling from his tip and coating his hands. As dirty as it was, you found yourself wishing that it was you he was spilling into. You continued to vigorously rut into your bedding until the thrill of your orgasm died down.
You were about to do something stupid. You were lying there limp on your bed like a rag doll but your eyes finally pulled away from his windo and to your phone. Your arm reached out weakly to grab it. You didn’t know what you were thinking, but the next thing you knew you were waiting for him to pick up his phone. Once again, your attention drifted to Armin in his room.
The blonde was lying back in his chair panting softly until he saw your name pop up on his screen. He hadn’t even put his pants back on yet he still almost immediately answered it.
The momentary nervous silence was almost deafening and the words that came out of your mouth next seemed foreign to your tongue. “Hey… do you wanna come to my place?” You could hear Armin panting on the other end and watched as he slowly turned his head towards your window across the clearing. His eyes met yours and neither of you could look away. You could practically watch the gears turning in his head when he realized what you had just witnessed and why you were slumped against your bed with sweat glistening on your forehead. His voice was shaky when he replied, but his words were clear.
“I’m on my way…”
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