Through the Screen — Armin Arlert, Attack on Titan
Summary: Armin finds out his pretty new dorm mate is a cam girl.
Tags: college AU, cam girl reader, viewer nerdmin, male masturbation… blah blah blah
Word Count: 2k
a/n: not properly proofread, art by mochikuyo
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At first, Armin thought it was a that Eren quit college.
No more chaotic Yeager parties shaking the dorms at 2 a.m., no more late-night philosophical debates that somehow turned into screaming matches about nothing, and no more dealing with Eren’s disgusting habits. He even thought that in a weird, nostalgic way he might miss how messy Eren was. How he never bought groceries, how he left dirty dishes everywhere, and how he somehow took forty-five-minute showers.
Those thoughts vanished the moment you walked through the door.
The landlord had made an exception because you knew someone who knew someone. Mixed-gender rooming was normally forbidden, but here you were—rolling two suitcases behind you, smiling politely as you introduced yourself. Armin had frozen for a second too long before shaking your hand, cheeks already warm.
You were… stunning. Smart. Easy to talk to. The kind of person who made the small dorm room feel warmer and more alive.
The first few weeks were surprisingly good. You were clean, respectful, easy to approach and funny. You cooked sometimes and left leftovers for him with little sticky notes. You even studied together at the tiny desk, shoulders brushing, and Armin found himself looking forward to coming home every day.
But there were a few odd things.
You kept very specific hours at night. You had an expensive ring light and a high-quality webcam. Sometimes you disappeared into your room with snacks and locked the door for hours. And once or twice, he’d heard soft, breathy sounds through the thin wall that separated your beds.
Maybe you were an influencer or something? He told himself it wasn’t his business.
Until tonight.
Armin comes back from a long, exhausting study session at the library. You are home, but in your room with the door locked so he does what he usually does when stress built up too much—he locks his door, dims the lights, and lies back on his bed.
He closes his eyes and thinks of… you
It starts innocently enough. The way you smile at him when you hand him coffee. The curve of your hips when you reach for something on the top shelf. The soft laugh you make when he says something nerdy.
His hand slips under his sweatpants, wrapping around his already half-hard cock.
He strokes slowly at first, letting the fantasy build. He imagines what it would feel like if you walked in right now. What you’d sound like if he kissed you. What you’d look like underneath him, moaning his name instead of laughing at his jokes.
His breathing grows heavier. His hand moves faster, thumb swiping over the sensitive head with every stroke. Pre-cum is already leaking, making everything slick. He is getting close, tension coiling tight in his stomach, when a stray thought crosses his mind.
Maybe just a little inspiration.
Feeling guilty but too worked up to stop, Armin grabs his laptop and opened a popular cam site. He rarely does this—usually prefers his own imagination—but tonight he wants something visual. He types in a few tags that are resembling of you and scrolls through the thumbnails without much focus.
Then he freezes.
"No way." He whispers, completely in disbelief. He blinks a few times just to make sure he is actually seeing what he's seeing: you in lingerie with a dildo in your face. This can't be what you've been doing when your door is locked for hours.
He clicks the stream. Now that the video is bigger he sees it. This is your room. He recognizes the color on the wall and the fairy lights at your bed—and the bed. He turns the volume up a little.
"My dorm mate isn't so i can be extra loud for you today. Would you like that?" You ask wile looking seductive into the camera. Immediately the chat is filled with 'yes please' and other agreements.
Wow these guys are pathetic.
"I see, I see. Would you like me to suck that big fat cock of yours?" You make a puppy look guiding the dildo to your mouth.
Armin spits into his hand and wraps it around his dick, right as your tongue touches the tip. You laugh cutely and take a lick. From the base to the top, all while maintaining eye contact. Armin's cock twitches as he replicates the motions you do on the dildo on his dick.
You take the top into your mouth and moan sweetly. Armin's stomach flips and a tear of pre-cum dribbles out of his tip as he squeezes hit tightly. You push down but quickly retract your mouth, seemingly out of breath.
"Ah, it's too big!" You say frustrated. The chat is telling you 'you can do it' and to 'take it'. You go down again, further this time.
Armins hand slides down and up again, as you do the same. He matches the rhythm in which you bob your head, while moans continue to spill out of you. Armin cant hold back the low groan that escapes him.
You eventually take the whole dildo down your throat—Armin sees one guy commenting 'good girl'—and gag once before slides off. His cock twitches hard. "Fuck…" he whispers.
"You know what? Because you've been donating so diligently, I have reward for you." You chuckle—the same one you gave when Armin told his bad jokes. You reach behind the camera and when you come back you're holing a giant dildo in your hand.
That… is supposed to go inside you?
As if you can hear him you answer "Yes, this is one i bought just for you." You stick it on the ground then put the camera on level with your still clothed pussy. "Fuck! Look how wet I am for you!" You say so loud Armin can't only hear it from the laptop but also through the wall.
He bites his lip and tightens his fist. His cock is so hard it hurts. You pull the panties aside and the juices side down your ass. "Shit…" Armin moans, his hips bucking into his hand.
You circle your clit, moaning loudly. These walls are definitely too thin. Or maybe this is exactly right. You slide your finger in—just one—and pump it in and out. Then you add a finger. "I gotta prepare myself for you!"
Armin matches the pace at which your fingers disappear inside your pussy. His head falls back but his eyes are pinned to the screen. Then you take the big dildo and position yourself.
"Are you ready?"
Armin finds himself nodding, even though you cant see him. You slide the tip over your pussy a few times before finally sinking down. Now Armin has to actively keep himself from moaning too loudly.
You sink down and down and—the stream stops.
Armin immediately sits up straighter. "What?" He reloads the page. "No, no, no, no, no." Again. By the fourth reload the screen says: "— has started an exclusive livestream, just for subscribers. Become a subscriber to join!" Against his better judgment he clicks on 'subscribe'—which takes him straight to the login. Fuck what is he missing right now? He creates an account and connects his PayPal.
Then you finally appear on the screen again. You're still at the same position you were in when it stopped for him. "It's just too big!" You whine sliding up again.
Armin thinks, and again—even though he knows better—he clicks on the chat to type a message. 'You can do it, i know it.' Your eyes scan over the chat and see his message. "Nerdalert, you're new right? Thank you so much for subscribing, i bet your all hard right now."
His heart nearly stops. Omg. You actually responded to him. Should he answer?
He does
'Of course, i couldn't resist such a pretty girl. Made an account just for you.' The anonymity gives him confidence somehow.
"Aww thank you so much! You know your name kind of reminds me of my dorm mate."
He freezes again. Oh my god. Do you know? Do you know its him? Fuck.
"I'm gonna try again just for you."
When theses words leave your mouth he whimpers. And you do it. You position it again and sink down. A loud moan, which he can hear through the wall again. He types again: 'fuck this is so hot.'
He remembers something suddenly: his fleshlight.
Armin rolls over and digs it out of the drawer under his bed, heart hammering. The silicone is cool against his palm for only a second before he slicks it up with the bottle of lube. He lines himself up and sinks in with a low, broken sound, the tight heat wrapping around him just as you finally take the full length of the dildo.
You cry out, head tipping back, mouth open. The same sound reaches him through the screen a half-second later, soft and filthy. His hips jerk.
“Fuck—look at you,” he whispers, fucking up into the toy in the same slow, deep rhythm you’re using. Every time you rise and drop, he mirrors it. The wet sounds from your stream mix with the quieter ones coming from his own hand and the fleshlight.
You bounce harder now, breasts moving under the thin lingerie, thighs trembling. Chat is exploding with tips and filth. Armin types with one hand, the other still working the toy over his cock. He types in the chat again. 'You’re taking it so well. Wish I could feel how tight you are.'
Your eyes flick to the chat. A little smile curves your lips—the same soft one you give him when he brings you coffee. As if you were smiling at his message.
“Nerdalert… you’re being so sweet tonight.” Your voice is breathier now, almost a moan. “Keep talking to me. It helps.”
He nearly loses it right there.
'Keep going. I want to see you cum on it.'
You whimper, sinking down all the way and grinding. “God—okay. Okay, just for you.” Your free hand slides between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles while you ride the dildo harder. The bed frame creaks. Armin can hear it both through the speakers and through the wall, and the knowledge that you’re only a few feet away, doing this, makes his stomach clench.
He’s close. Too close. The fleshlight is soaked, sliding easily now, and every thrust drags him right to the edge.
You suddenly freeze, thighs shaking, and let out a high, broken moan that goes straight through him.
“I’m—ah—I’m cumming—”
Armin’s hips snap up hard. He comes with a choked groan, spilling deep into the toy while he watches you fall apart on screen. Your orgasm is loud, messy, beautiful—head thrown back, body jerking as you keep riding through it. The sound of it hits him twice again and it’s almost too much.
You collapse forward after a few seconds, panting, laughing softly. “Holy shit… that was intense.” You look straight into the camera, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. “Thank you.”
Armin’s still trembling, spent and sticky, staring at the screen.
You blow a playful kiss. “Alright, boys, that’s all for tonight. Same time tomorrow?” You wink, then the stream ends.
The room is suddenly very quiet.
Armin carefully pulls out of the fleshlight, cleans up on autopilot, and shuts the laptop. His heart is still racing. Through the wall he hears you moving around—soft footsteps, the rustle of clothes, the quiet click of your own laptop closing.
He lies back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, already counting the hours until tomorrow night.
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Arminnn 🤤
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