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You're a second-year marine biology student who only wanted to pass her upcoming ecology midterm. Asking Armin Arlert, the famously brilliant and infamously soft-spoken TA, for help seemed like a purely academic decision. But what begins as a quiet study session beneath the hum of library lights quickly drifts into deeper, uncharted waters. There's more to learn than just predator-prey dynamics, and some forms of symbiosis go far beyond the textbook.
pairing. nerd!armin + student!reader.
genre. college au, oneshot.
cw. strong language, sexual content.
fanart. novalise1 on twitter.
The Sina University campus in autumn had something melancholic and perfect about it. Leaves still clung stubbornly to some trees, painted in shades of orange, ochre, and gold. The air was crisp, with that constant breeze carrying the scent of damp earth and old books. The sidewalks were covered in crunchy leaves, and the bicycles parked outside the Marine Sciences Building swayed gently in the wind. There was a calmness to the season, as if time moved slower between classes, as if thoughts could linger in the air a few seconds longer.
Studying Marine Biology had been a decision more visceral than rational. It wasn't the easiest or most comfortable path, but it was what made you feel something close to fascination. The marine world was as vast as it was unknown, and maybe that was why it was so easy to get lost in the pages of the textbooks, even though right now it felt more like drowning than being guided.
Marine Ecology, in particular, had become dense. Between trophic webs, interspecific competition, symbiosis, and energy flows, your notes looked more like hieroglyphs than concepts. The first exam was approaching, and anxiety grew silently. That was why, when you found out you could schedule a time with the teaching assistant, you decided to write to him.
Armin Arlert, fourth-year Teaching Assistant.
You had seen him in class since the beginning of the semester. Always sitting to the side of the classroom, near the professor's desk, with a notebook and an open laptop. His presence was calm, almost imperceptible, but there was something about the way he carried himself that made everyone notice him anyway. His voice, when he spoke, was measured, firm without being authoritarian. There was something about him that was hard to explain: a mix of serenity and depth.
Physically, he stood out without even trying. He had blond hair, with some strands falling near his eyes. His expression was soft, almost kindly by default, and his posture reflected focus rather than stiffness. He had matured compared to the earlier lab photos circulating among previous cohorts; now his face had sharper angles, a more defined jawline, but his blue eyes still held that thoughtful, almost melancholic gaze. He wore neutral sweaters and dark pants, with that air of someone who didn't seek attention but ended up attracting it anyway.
Armin had already noticed you in class,
attentive, curious, different.
He had cast subtle glances your way from his seat at the side of the room during lectures. When you answered something, when you furrowed your brow reading a slide, or when you bit your pencil without realizing it. He never did it obviously. He just observed, carefully, as if making a mental note about you.
Every time you participated, he stayed listening with a slight smile or silently nodded, never interrupting.
Despite feeling drawn to your way of thinking, a blend of insecurity and genuine interest, he kept within the limits his role imposed. He knew exactly where his place was.
You didn't know exactly when you started noticing him beyond academics. Maybe it was the first time he explained something to you in the study room after class, when he bent down to look at your notes and his voice sounded closer than usual. Or when you saw him smile shyly at a senior student who greeted him in the hallway, and you felt an absurd pang in your chest.
There was something about him that unsettled you. It wasn't just his intelligence, though that certainly made him even more attractive. It was the way he spoke to you, as if listening was his most natural way of being in the world. As if he was never in a hurry, as if everything you said had real value.
You wondered if he had noticed you. Not in the superficial way others did, but truly. If he had ever caught how you watched him when he explained at the board or how your breathing got a little uneven when he passed nearby.
Sometimes you thought not. That it was all in your head. That he was simply attentive, kind, professional.
But other times you weren't so sure.
There were moments when his eyes lingered on yours a second longer than necessary. When he lowered his tone slightly answering you, as if you were alone in a room of a hundred people. As if you also distracted him a little.
And that possibility, even if you didn't admit it aloud, churned something in your stomach. Something that had nothing to do with the marine ecology exam.
You checked your phone for the third time in less than ten minutes, as if the email could have changed since the last time. But no. There it was, the same as before. Armin Arlert's reply, read and reread, with that polite and considerate tone that characterized him.
From: Armin Arlert
Subject: Re: Marine Ecology Question
Hello,
Of course, no problem. We can review the material together before the exam. I've reserved a private room in the library; it's quieter than the common areas and has a whiteboard we can use.
I'll be waiting for you today at 5:30 pm in Study Room 3B, Central Library.
Best regards,
Armin.
You were more surprised than you wanted to admit. Not because he accepted, he had always been willing to help students, but because of the detail that he himself had reserved a private room, and so well in advance. The gesture was meticulous, considerate. Typical of someone who didn't take things lightly.
You slid your finger back over your own message, your hurried reply sent fifteen minutes later, after you had read his email three times and were still unsure whether to send something informal or keep it completely academic. Your eyes nervously scanned the text, making sure for the umpteenth time that there were no mistakes, no writing errors, no misplaced "thank you" that might make him think you were less than you hoped to appear.
"Hi Armin,
Thank you very much for your willingness. I really appreciate you taking the time. I'll see you then today at 5:30pm in room 3B.
I'll bring my notes and the module guide, just in case.
Best regards."
Clear, cordial, without errors.
But you still debated whether that "thank you very much for your willingness" sounded too formal, or if the "just in case" sounded too insecure. You had taken almost twenty minutes to send that email. And now you were reading both responses as if they were pieces of a hidden puzzle. As if you could deduce something more than just the academic exchange.
You put your phone in your jacket pocket with a silent exhale. Ten minutes remained until the agreed time. And for some reason, although you knew you were going to talk about trophic webs, you felt as if you were about to enter a much more complex conversation.
You walked silently along the stone path that led to the Central Library. The breeze gently moved your jacket as you approached the building, one that always commanded respect for its size and its almost modern design, white concrete and large windows.
The Central Library had three floors, and at the main entrance stood straight columns supporting a portico open to the sky. Inside, everything was bright: high ceilings, light wood floors, and bookshelves extending like silent labyrinths. To the left was the general reading area, with individual tables and natural light. At the back, a glass corridor connected to the private study rooms, exactly where you were headed.
You stopped in front of the door of Study Room 3B. The number was engraved on a small metal plate next to the handle. It wasn't exactly 5:30 yet. You took out your phone, more to keep your hands busy than out of need, and pretended to check something while taking a deep breath.
There was something about Armin that unsettled you. He had a serene beauty that you didn't know how to handle and made you more nervous than you wanted to admit. His blue eyes, his low voice, the way he seemed present at all times. There was a silent intensity in him that attracted you unintentionally. And today you were going to be alone with him.
You put away your phone. Your hand hesitated for a second, but finally you knocked twice on the door.
"Come in," you heard from inside.
That voice. You recognized it instantly: calm, precise, with that natural warmth he had even when explaining things as technical as the energy flow between species.
You turned the handle and entered.
Room 3B was brighter than you expected. White from wall to wall, with a rectangular table in the center surrounded by four black chairs. In one corner, a desktop projector and a whiteboard occupied the space next to a shelf with markers and erasers. The side windows looked out onto the main campus courtyard, where students could be seen walking along paths or sitting on benches, unaware of everything else.
Everything was silent. Everything but his voice.
Armin was standing next to the projector, connecting his laptop to the HDMI cable. He wore a white shirt rolled up to the elbows and dark jeans. His blond hair fell slightly to one side, naturally messy. He didn't look at you immediately, focused on checking that the screen responded. But when he did, his expression changed.
"Hi," he said with a slight smile. "Did you get here okay?"
"Yes..." you answered, returning the smile awkwardly. "Thanks for making time for this."
"Of course. I'm glad to help." He put away the excess cable and approached the table. "How have you been?"
He didn't start immediately with the concepts. That surprised you a little. He seemed genuinely interested in knowing how you were doing, not just academically. He sat across from you, leaving the projector on, projecting a blue background on the whiteboard.
"I've been okay... a little lost with the material, if I'm honest," you confessed with a small nervous laugh.
"That's normal," he said, resting his elbows on the table. "Most people struggle at first".
His tone remained the same as always: patient, calm, but with something different today. Something closer. As if you weren't just any student sitting in front of him. As if he too was waiting for this moment.
With a soft sigh, you took a seat at the rectangular table, leaving your backpack to one side. You felt the cold surface beneath your forearms as you leaned forward to open your notebook. The paper was full of hurried notes, messy underlines, and little doodles in the margins. You searched for the ecology section and smoothed the page with your hand, as if doing so might also help you organize your thoughts.
Armin moved to the nearest window to partially close the blind, dimming the natural light a bit. He went over to his computer, opened the course presentation, and projected it onto the whiteboard. The title read "Community Ecology: Biological Interactions," in the same somewhat old-fashioned format the lead professor used.
There was something reassuring about his posture: straight back, hands in his pants pockets when not gesturing, and that attentive look he frequently turned toward you to make sure you were following along.
"Let's start with the most general," he said, moving to the next slide. "We saw this in the last class, but it serves as the foundation for what's coming."
The way he spoke was slow, clear. He explained confidently but without arrogance. Occasionally, he walked to one side of the room, gesturing with an open hand to highlight a concept, then returned to the center. You could tell he enjoyed what he did, and that made him oddly attractive.
Seeing him like this, in his element, made him look even more handsome. That calmness in his speech, the way he slightly furrowed his brow when searching for a more precise word, the restrained movement of his hands... If he were the main professor, you'd probably not only understand better but also attend class more eagerly.
"So, within symbiotic interactions," he said, turning briefly toward you, "one of the best-known is mutualism. Both species benefit. Like the clownfish and anemones, or lichens."
"And would that also apply to mycorrhizae?" you asked, recalling an image from your notes.
He paused. The expression on his face brightened a little and he nodded.
"Yes, exactly that. Very good observation. Not everyone makes that connection so quickly."
The praise was soft, almost casual, but you couldn't help noticing that little sparkle in his eyes. As if, for a moment, he wasn't just speaking to another student, but to someone who genuinely surprised him.
"Thanks," you whispered, pretending to review your notes so he wouldn't see how you'd blushed.
Armin resumed his pace. He changed the slide to a more colorful diagram about ecological niches.
"This tends to get a bit confusing. The niche isn't just the physical place a species occupies, but everything it does: its behavior, what it consumes, who it interacts with, how it adapts..."
He walked slowly to the right side of the whiteboard, where he'd projected a comparison table. He stopped in front of it, crossing his arms as he spoke.
"Here you can see the difference between the fundamental niche and the realized niche. The first is like the 'ideal' for a species, without competition or external pressure. The second," he took a pause "is what's left, what it can really occupy."
You nodded, though focusing only on the content was difficult. His voice, the rhythm he used to explain, the way he paused to make sure you understood. Everything had a warmth you didn't usually find in teaching assistants or professors.
And even though you tried to stay focused, the truth was that Armin looked good like this: standing, explaining confidently, speaking directly to you in a silent room where only his words and your responses were heard.
He continued reviewing fundamental topics clearly: mutualism, parasitism, interspecific competition. He marked key points on each slide, using examples from the marine ecosystem like coral reefs, intertidal zones, and plankton communities. He mentioned data, asked gentle questions to confirm your understanding, and nodded each time you found a correct answer or made an interesting observation.
When he reached the last slide, he paused for a few seconds and then commented:
"I took the chance to borrow a book from the library. There are some examples the professor doesn't cover, but that could really help you for the test."
He closed his laptop with a soft click and turned off the projector. The room grew dimmer without the screen's light, and for a second, you felt the shift in the atmosphere: more intimate, quieter.
Before you could react, Armin walked to the other side of the table, took one of the empty chairs, and carefully pulled it next to yours. His closeness made you tense slightly, though you tried to hide it by looking at your notes.
He sat beside you, not too close, but close enough that his arms brushed the edge of your personal space. He opened the book with calm movements and flipped through the pages until he stopped at a section marked with a small yellow post-it.
"Here's an example of ecological succession that I always found interesting," he said, barely turning the book so both your gazes met on the same page. "It happens in a coastal area where a sandbank was recolonized by different species after a heavy storm. It's a good model to understand how marine ecosystems recover."
His voice, now lower, almost like he was speaking only to you, filled the room's silence again. And you, with your heart beating a little faster, leaned in to look closely. Or at least you tried. Because the truth was there was something more present than just the book's content: the nearness of his presence, the calm rhythm of his voice, and the way you both finally shared the same space.
Armin leaned down to reach for his notebook that he'd left on the other side of the table. As he did, his arm brushed against yours. It was a light touch, without any apparent intention... but he didn't pull away.
You held your breath instantly, feeling how that minimal proximity had a disproportionate effect on your body. You could have attributed it to the enclosed room, the silence, the concentration... but you knew it wasn't that.
He seemed to notice your reaction. And although he didn't say anything, he lowered his voice slightly, as if suddenly you were both in another conversation, different from the one the books and notes indicated. His tone was calm, didactic, but there was something more in it: a new warmth, a softness that made him even more attractive.
You looked at him more than you should have. You couldn't help it. The way he slightly furrowed his brow when concentrating, how he slid his fingers along the page to follow the text line, the way he barely turned his body toward you every time he explained something. Armin definitely noticed, but said nothing. He kept explaining as if he didn't want to break the balance you'd silently built together.
Your fingers and his met on the paper when you both pointed at the same diagram: a drawing illustrating an ecological process. The contact was as unexpected as inevitable. And though it was brief, it made you both visibly blush.
You quickly pulled away, almost clumsily, and started writing down whatever you could in your notebook, trying to hide how your pulse had quickened.
Armin, however, stayed a few seconds longer than necessary looking at your writing. As if the sound of pencil on paper was hypnotic to him.
"Is what I wrote okay?" you asked without looking up.
"Yes..." he said in a low voice, almost like he'd forgotten to speak. "More than okay."
There was a brief silence, one that wasn't uncomfortable but that seemed to stretch in the stillness of the room. Your eyes met. Not with tension, but with a kind of silent complicity. As if you were both realizing, at the same time, something neither dared to name yet.
Armin looked down first, returning to the notes. The faint blush still remained on his cheeks.
"So... is mutualism always positive for both species?" you asked suddenly, even though you knew perfectly well the answer. You just wanted to hear him talk a little more.
Armin looked at you and smiled, that subtle smile he rarely showed in class. "Yes," he answered, settling into the chair. "Although sometimes the lines between mutualism and other forms of interaction get blurred. Like some things in life."
You both laughed softly, and the atmosphere seemed to relax, opening up to something new.
Little by little, the conversation stopped revolving around the subject. You began talking about university life, difficult courses, demanding professors, exam weeks, and the feeling of sometimes getting lost in so much content.
"I admire how you explain things," you said at one point, without thinking too much. "Your voice, it relaxes me. It makes everything easier to understand."
Armin seemed to take a second before answering. He looked down, then back up at you with a different, softer expression. "You also have a way of looking that disarms," he whispered, almost unintentionally.
The silence that followed didn't need to be interrupted immediately. Because, for the first time, there seemed to be no rush.
The conversation took on a more relaxed tone, gradually moving away from the material you had been reviewing. You talked about university life, the weight each of you felt on your shoulders. The age difference was felt in your experiences, but it wasn't a barrier, rather a bridge.
"The second year tends to be a year of many adjustments," Armin said, leaning back slightly in the chair. "The subjects become more theoretical, and sometimes it's hard to find a balance between practicals and studying. How have you been doing so far?"
You took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to vent without fear of being judged. "It's been hard, to be honest. Some subjects overwhelm me, and sometimes I feel like I'm not up to the level. But I like marine biology, and that keeps me motivated."
Armin nodded with understanding. "That's the most important thing. Sometimes it's not just about knowing, but wanting to keep learning. I've also had moments when I thought I wouldn't make it." His smile was gentle, sincere, and invited you to trust him. "If you want, I can be your tutor for the rest of your degree," he offered naturally. "Not just to help with subjects, but for whatever you need guidance, advice, anything."
Your heart skipped a beat. The offer wasn't just academic; it seemed like a way to build a bond beyond classes. "I'd love that," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, though the smile slipped out on its own.
For a moment, you simply stared at each other, the silence filling the white study room. The windows showed the campus outside, with students walking distractedly, unaware of the moment happening inside that small room.
Armin, with that almost spontaneous impulse, leaned toward you and brushed a strand of hair that fell over your notebook, gently touching your cheek. The contact was light but charged with electricity. You didn't pull away, and his fingers stayed there a moment longer, as if he wanted to linger.
His eyes met yours, and time seemed to slow down. "I shouldn't cross that line," he whispered, voice low and almost vulnerable. "But I think I already crossed it with my gaze a while ago."
The intensity of his confession took you by surprise, but instead of pulling away, something inside you opened.
Without thinking too much, you leaned toward him, shortening the distance between your bodies. The brush of his lips was timid at first, exploratory, a gentle touch that seemed to ask for permission. But with each second, the kiss gained confidence and warmth, melting the barriers you both had kept.
The room, with its white walls and enveloping silence, became a refuge for just the two of you, where the subject matter, time, and the outside world disappeared.
The moment their lips touched for the first time, everything seemed to stop. It was a soft, almost trembling contact, as if you were both testing the possibility of something new, unknown. The warmth radiating from his mouth contrasted with the fresh air coming in through the window, and the faint scent of his skin and clothes became unbearably close. You also noticed a fresh minty taste in his mouth, as if he had eaten mints just before the meeting, a small but surprisingly sweet detail engraved in your memory.
Your hands, which until that moment had been resting on the notebook, tensed involuntarily. You felt your pulse quicken, a tingling rise along your spine, and a knot form in your stomach, a mix of nerves and desire.
Armin responded with the same slowness, his breathing deepened, and a slight tremor ran through his fingers as he leaned a little closer, as if making sure this moment was real. His hand rose gently, brushing your cheek before resting lightly on the table.
The world around you seemed to fade. There were only the two of you, that delicate and electric connection, that feeling that you were crossing an invisible line that had been drawn with looks and silences for a long time.
The kiss became a wordless dialogue: every movement, every pause, said what words couldn't express. There was uncertainty, yes, but also a shy trust growing with every second.
Your lips began to part slightly to take a breath, and that was when Armin gently slid his fingers down your neck, bringing you a little closer. The closeness of his breath, the warmth of his skin, all intensified the feeling of being trapped in a suspended moment.
There was no hurry or pressure, just a slow discovery, as if you both wanted to imprint every detail of that first encounter, every contained emotion that was now being released.
When you finally parted, you both gave shy smiles and lowered your gaze, as if the world weighed a little after that moment.
"Honestly," you said, letting out a small nervous laugh, "I have trouble concentrating when you're this close." You said it jokingly, but with a sincerity that didn't go unnoticed.
Armin pursed his lips slightly, as if holding back, and murmured: "I've been avoiding thinking about that too."
Without looking away, he gently lifted your chin with one soft hand. He looked deeply into your eyes, searching for an answer in them, as if making sure the moment was real for both of you.
"Can we do it again?" he asked quietly, almost a whisper, loaded with desire and shyness.
You nodded without hesitation, feeling your heart beat strongly.
This time, Armin approached with a gentle but firm determination, like someone who knows they are crossing a threshold with no turning back. His lips melted with yours in a deeper kiss, heavier with emotion, where every instant seemed to stretch, as if time folded to grant you an ephemeral refuge.
His body pressed against yours with contained urgency, the distance between you disappeared in a shared sigh. The brush of his chest against yours, the warmth radiating, wrapped you like an invisible, warm cloak amid the cold of the library.
It was a wordless dialogue, a secret language woven with the softness of his lips, the pressure of his hands, and the quickened beat of two hearts finally finding harmony. In that kiss mixed doubt and certainty, shyness and courage, contained desire and silent surrender.
It was as if the entire universe had shrunk to that contact, and in that instant, you knew there was no turning back, that this moment was a starting point, an encounter that broke down barriers and built bridges between two souls that had waited in silence.
You felt his hand, timid at first, begin to slide down your arm while his lips remained on yours. The caress was soft, almost reverent, but his fingers trembled slightly, as if he himself couldn't believe this was happening.
That gesture, so small and yet so intimate, ignited something within you. You wanted him closer. With an almost instinctive movement, you slid your chair until the sides of both bodies brushed, until the space between you disappeared completely.
The kiss then changed. It ceased to be a careful exploration to become something deeper, more urgent. Armin stopped caressing your arm and, delicately, put his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, as if simple contact wasn't enough, as if he needed to make sure you were truly there.
This time, your tongues began to play, to explore, to recognize each other. It wasn't just desire; it was connection: a new language they both discovered at the same time, as if every touch, every shared breath, brought them closer to a truth they could no longer deny.
You both ran out of breath, but neither wanted to stop. It was as if in that silent corner of the university world, among books and notes, they had created their own universe, one where only they existed, their bodies, their sighs... and everything they still didn't dare to say out loud.
As the kiss intensified, something else began to awaken between them. It wasn't just desire; it was a mix of contained emotion and accumulated longing. The heat in their bodies became more evident, more urgent.
That game led to both of them becoming aroused. On one hand, your panties started to get wet and your clit began to throb with the desire of feeling Armin even closer. On the other hand, his penis was already completely hard, restrained by his tight jeans. To tell the truth, all Armin wanted was to be inside you and feel your warmth surround his cock.
Their breaths were deeper, more ragged, as if every caress, every touch, ignited a spark they didn't know how to extinguish. They both began to feel more heated, as if the air between them wasn't enough to cool everything that kiss had started to stir.
Without saying anything, they knew they were crossing an invisible line, a point of no return... but it didn't seem to matter to them.
You needed Armin to touch you, to know that in that moment, you were completely his. You took his free hand and positioned it over your chest, forcing him to squeeze your breasts. That made Armin let out a groan in the middle of the kiss and spread his legs to give his hard penis more room.
They separated slowly, as if their lips still resisted letting go. Both were breathing faster, with flushed cheeks and eyes shining with something beyond desire: it was a silent confession, a longing held for too long.
Armin looked down for a second, as if searching for the exact words. Then he looked up and held your gaze with an intensity uncommon for him.
"I've been wanting this for a long time," he said in a low voice, as if afraid of breaking the spell. "To kiss you... to touch you."
You didn't say anything at first, but your gaze spoke for you. He smiled, a little nervously, and looked away for a few seconds before confessing truthfully:
"Sometimes it was hard for me to concentrate. I told myself I had to stay serious, reserved... because of my role as an assistant. But when you arrived, it was as if everything else blurred."
There was a pause. It wasn't uncomfortable, but dense with meaning. Armin lowered his voice even more, barely a whisper:
"You don't know how many times I thought about you, about all of this. And I had to force myself to set boundaries."
You felt your chest tighten at that declaration. Something in his voice, in the way he spoke to you, made you feel completely exposed, but also safe.
You raised a hand and gently caressed his cheek.
"You don't have to set limits anymore," you whispered. "Not with me."
Armin closed his eyes for an instant as he felt your caress, and when he opened them again, it was with an expression that mixed relief, tenderness, and contained desire.
Their gazes met again, charged with a mixture of tenderness and contained desire. Without the need for words, they both knew they wanted to get closer again.
Armin leaned in slowly, and his lips met yours again, this time with a warmer and more confident intensity. The world seemed to disappear around them, leaving only the soft touch, the ragged breaths, and the shared beat of their hearts.
His hands began to explore delicately, tracing your skin with a tenderness that spoke more than any words. Every caress, every touch, was a silent promise, an invisible bond that united them in that unique instant.
You felt enveloped in his closeness, as if nothing else mattered, and at the same time, more aware than ever of every small detail: the warmth of his body, the softness of his skin, the subtle scent that enveloped him.
The silence between kisses was comfortable, full of meaning, as if they both understood each other without needing to say anything more.
It was a moment suspended in time, where the connection between you grew deeper, more sincere, more inevitable.
Armin put his hands on your breasts again, touching them softly, squeezing your nipples through your clothes, which made them harden. You took the opportunity and slid your hand down to his pants, where you felt his masculinity completely hard. You began to caress it and move your fingertips in circles over its tip, which made him sigh and open his lips, which you took advantage of to put your tongue in and explore his entire mouth.
In that moment, beyond any physical contact, what you truly felt was a deep connection, an invisible bridge that united your hearts and your fears, your desires and your doubts. Every touch, every sigh, was a silent conversation where nothing needed to be said to understand each other.
The world outside seemed to have vanished, and only the two of you existed, vulnerable and authentic, sharing a space where you could be yourselves without masks or reservations.
You felt his presence fill you with a warmth that went beyond touch, something that reached the most hidden parts of your being, awakening emotions that had been dormant for a long time.
It was a fragile and powerful instant at the same time, where the surrender was not only physical, but also of the soul. You separated again and Armin looked down, his voice barely a whisper as he leaned in a little closer.
"I want to feel you but I'm not sure if it's okay."
You looked at him softly, without hesitating for an instant.
"It's okay," you replied, with a calm that reassured him. "I want to feel you too. I'm just afraid we'll be found."
He nodded, still with some uncertainty, and got up to place a chair in front of the room door, blocking the way so no one could enter from outside.
"That way we'll be alone," he murmured, sitting back down next to you, his gaze full of a mix of nervousness and determination.
You smiled and kissed again. This time, with a gentle gesture, you took off your wool sweater, revealing your lace bra. You hadn't imagined reaching this moment, but you had chosen your clothes with the idea of him liking them.
Armin couldn't help but look at your chest for an instant before slowly approaching, placing delicate kisses on your neck, tracing your collarbones, then stopping over your breasts, with the tenderness and reverence only he knew how to show.
You kissed again, this time with a different intensity. As you did, you began to unbutton his white shirt, sliding it down until you completely removed it. His abdomen was exposed: firm and defined, with soft lines that reflected both youth and dedication, inviting further discovery.
Armin paused for a moment, his eyes scanning your face with a mixture of admiration and tenderness.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, with a sincerity that made you smile immediately.
You returned his gaze, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
"You are too," you replied, with a soft smile that touched his soul.
His lips met again in a sweet kiss, full of promises and discoveries. Delicately, Armin slid his hands to your feet and helped you take off your shoes, each movement as careful as if he feared breaking that perfect moment.
Then, his hands moved to the buttons of your pants, and with the same tenderness, he began to unbutton them, slowly sliding them down to free you.
Every gesture spoke of a connection that went far beyond the physical: it was an encounter between two souls who recognized each other, who sought each other out and surrendered with respect and affection.
He carefully helped you sit on the table, making sure you were comfortable. With a deep look, he indicated for you to open your legs slightly, approaching delicately and unhurriedly.
His lips sought yours in a soft, prolonged kiss, while his hands began to explore you with a tenderness that made time seem to stop.
With one of his hands, he began to massage your clitoris with the same delicacy with which he explored every gesture, every sigh, attentive to your every reaction, respecting your limits and seeking for everything to be an exchange of trust and mutual desire. This made you begin to moan softly against his lips, a sound so natural and sincere that it drove him completely wild. Your every sigh was like a melody that disarmed him, awakening in him a mixture of desire and tenderness difficult to contain.
His gaze became more intense, and with every gesture, with your every response, he felt that unique connection that united them in that instant grow, making him completely lose himself in you.
Armin knelt down carefully, slowly bringing his face closer to your vulva. His voice was barely a whisper when he asked, seeking your consent with his gaze.
You nodded softly, trusting him completely. You were grateful you had shaved a few days ago. Delicately, he moved the fabric covering you slightly, pushing it aside with care and respect.
His proximity became more intense, and he began to explore gently, attentive to your every reaction.
His movements were slow and delicate, like a silent caress that conveyed tenderness and contained desire. He began to lick your pussy and play with your clit. He gently sucked your femininity and made circles with his tongue over your clit. The atmosphere filled with soft whispers and ragged breaths, a wordless language that only the two of you understood.
With careful gentleness, Armin slowly slid two fingers inside you, exploring delicately while paying attention to your every small gesture. His movements were slow and full of tenderness, as if he wanted to discover a secret language in every response he received.
Armin bent his fingers slightly inward, finding the perfect spot for you to let out a groan that echoed in the room. He pulled away from your vulva a little and made a sound for you to quiet down. You leaned back and supported yourself with one hand, while covering your mouth with the other to muffle the sound.
"You're too wet," Armin said, continuing to slide his fingers in and out of your pussy. The slap of his hand against you made a sound that drove him wild. He wanted with all his being to be inside you.
The blonde continued his work, two fingers inside you, his tongue playing with your clit, and his other hand caressing your breasts. It wasn't long until you reached orgasm. Armin noticed it because you let out a muffled groan and began to move your hips to the rhythm of his fingers.
Your forehead was sweaty and your breathing accelerated. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, and Armin couldn't help but feel proud of that. "You make me feel so good," you replied, your voice breathless. "Please, let me do it to you now."
Armin smiled sideways as he helped you off the table. You knelt down and began to unbutton his pants. You could feel his penis about to explode under all that fabric. His boxers were white and a little wet from the pre-cum his penis had released. You bit your lower lip as you watched his dick spring out of his underwear. It was long, thick, and the tip was swollen and a lovely pink color.
You began to lick his penis from base to tip, exploring every inch with your tongue. Armin let out sighs and squeezed his mouth shut to keep from moaning and being heard by the rest of the library. As you lost yourself in that moment, what truly enveloped you was the deep connection you felt with Armin. It wasn't just the touch or the contact, but the way he seemed to understand you without words, as if you had your own intimate and secret language.
His every sigh, every glance, reminded you that you weren't alone, that someone was there for you, with respect and affection, sharing an instant that felt bigger than any you had ever lived before. The world outside disappeared, and only the two of you remained, wrapped in that bubble of emotions and complicit silences, where everything else seemed not to matter. It was a moment of surrender, yes, but also of trust and tenderness, a suspended instant where time seemed to stop and barriers vanished.
Armin took your head with both hands, careful not to hurt you, and began to guide you back and forth to feel the full depth of your mouth. You didn't complain; in fact, you were nervous about taking it all the way, so you were grateful he took the lead. Armin felt overwhelmed, not by nervousness, but by the intensity of the moment. Every caress, every touch, spoke to him of surrender and trust, of something that went far beyond physical desire. His eyes were half-closed, his chest rising and falling heavily, not because of what was happening, but because of what it meant. He felt his body tremble slightly, not just from pleasure, but because his heart was completely exposed.
In his mind there was no room for disordered thoughts, only a deep clarity: the certainty of being in the right place, with the right person. He closed his eyes and let the moment envelop him, full of tenderness, warmth, and a vulnerability he rarely allowed to surface. His hand sought yours, squeezing it tightly, as if he needed to anchor himself to you so as not to get lost in what he felt. The other remained on the back of your neck.
With passion, you took his penis with both hands and began to rub it while your mouth was focused on pleasing the tip. Armin was completely wet and the pre-cum he released tasted salty in your mouth. You loved seeing him like that, with his eyes half-closed and his breathing ragged, completely surrendered to the connection you shared. In that moment, Armin wasn't just the brilliant strategist or the loyal friend you had always admired: he was someone who trusted you, who showed himself vulnerable without fear.
Seeing him that way, open and unmasked, made you feel special. As if his surrender was a silent way of telling you how much he needed you, how much he valued you. You felt a deep warmth in your chest, a mix of tenderness, desire, and real affection. You loved him, beyond desire, beyond the physical. You loved him completely, even in his most fragile moments.
And in that instant, as your gazes crossed in silence, you knew there was nothing more important than the bond you were building together.
"Wait," he interrupted, releasing your head. "I feel like I'm about to..." You pulled away from him, swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in your mouth. "Do you want to finish in my mouth?" you asked sincerely.
Armin smiled shyly and shook his head. "I want to do it inside you."
His words took you by surprise. For an instant, time seemed to stop as you looked into his eyes, trying to process the intensity of what he had just said. It wasn't just the desire that impacted you, but the way he had said it: with honesty, with sweetness, with that mix of shyness and bravery that was so him. You felt a soft knot in your stomach, as if something inside you ignited fiercely. You didn't expect to hear him say that, at least not so frankly. And yet, a part of you felt deeply moved. Because in his words there was more than desire: there was trust. There was a silent surrender that made you feel loved, chosen, connected.
"But we don't have protection," you said as you stood up.
Armin blushed and, careful not to trip with his pants around his knees, he approached his backpack. Inside it, he had a hygiene kit from which he pulled out a condom. You couldn't help but smile seeing his clumsy but determined gesture. There was something endearing about his nervousness, about how carefully he prepared, as if every step he took meant something beyond the moment. Your smile wasn't just from the surprise that he came prepared, but because, deep down, you understood that he had wanted it too, that it wasn't something improvised. That he had thought of you.
"You're very smart," you said as you approached him.
Carefully, Armin opened the wrapper containing the blessed condom and put it on his penis. Meanwhile, you pulled down your panties and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts, which became the target of Armin's eyes. He approached with that mix of tenderness and nervousness that moved you so much. His hands softly grazed your cheeks before he leaned towards you. When his lips touched yours, it was as if everything else disappeared: there was no hurry, no noise, no world beyond that instant. You felt his fingers entwine with yours for a moment, as if he needed to anchor himself, as if that contact was his way of telling you everything he still couldn't find words to express.
Then he lowered his mouth to your breasts and began to lick and massage them with his hands. Feeling his mouth and hands on you awakened a mix of warmth and tenderness that enveloped you completely. Every caress was like a silent whisper telling you that you were safe, that you were desired and valued. The attention he gave you made you feel important, unique, as if in that moment nothing else existed but his care and your surrender.
That closeness awakened a deep connection within you, an intangible bond that went beyond the physical. It was as if his gentle and attentive gestures spoke a language that only the two of you could understand, full of trust and complicity. You felt supported, understood, and at the same time vulnerable in the most beautiful way possible.
"Armin," you whispered, almost inaudibly, "bite them, please."
Almost instantly, the blonde began to bite your nipples and tug at them with his teeth. This made his penis grow even harder inside the condom he had put on. Your pussy was already wet enough and ready to receive him. It was what you needed most at that moment: to have Armin inside you.
You lifted your tutor's face with both hands and gave him a short but warm kiss before turning around and giving him your back. You stretched your arms backward to reach his hands and guided them to wrap around your waist. Afterward, you took his penis and guided it to the entrance of your vagina.
Carefully, Armin introduced his dick inside you, slowly pushing it deeper so it wouldn't hurt. Just having him inside made you groan with pleasure, to which the blond covered your mouth with his hand.
"Don't make a sound, beautiful," he whispered in your ear. "You don't want us to be discovered."
Those whispered words near your ear sent a shiver down your spine, awakening a mix of excitement and nervousness that enveloped you completely. His voice, low and protective, made you feel cared for and, at the same time, complicit in that secret moment.
You felt time slow down, and in that small space between his words and your breath, a deep connection was woven, a silent union that only you shared. It was as if the outside world ceased to exist, and only the two of you remained, united by that whisper charged with desire and tenderness.
The sensation of being both desired and protected filled you with a warmth you couldn't and didn't want to hide, and a shy smile appeared on your lips, complicitly accepting that silent game of secrecy and closeness.
Armin moved the hand he still had on your waist to one of your breasts, squeezing it as he slid his dick in and out of you. At first, he went slow, but as the seconds passed, he began to go faster and harder, causing your moans to collide with his fingers.
The blond began to kiss the back of your neck, which tickled you pleasantly, making your skin tingle. Each soft touch awakened a delicate sensation, a mix of surprise and pleasure that kept you completely attentive to his presence.
His closeness filled the air with a silent electricity, and in those small gestures, you felt a deep connection, as if each kiss was a silent word in a language only the two of you understood. You felt vulnerable, yet safe, as if you were in a refuge where you could let all your barriers down.
The warmth of his breath on your skin enveloped you, and without realizing it, your breathing began to synchronize with his, in a slow and harmonious rhythm that made time seem to stretch just for you.
Armin moved with a mix of firmness and delicacy, as if each gesture was charged with intention and contained passion. His movements were synchronized, a perfect balance between control and total surrender, setting a rhythm that seemed dictated by the deep connection you shared.
You could feel his body adapt to yours, responding to every subtle signal you emitted, as if you were both part of the same heartbeat. Every touch and every movement of his hands were intense, silently transmitting the growing desire between you.
His breathing accelerated, and although he tried to maintain serenity, there was a palpable fire in his gaze that completely disarmed you. In that instant, there was no room for doubts or fears; only the force of his presence and the urgency of that encounter that seemed to consume you.
"I feel like I'm about to come," he whispered in your ear as he sped up the movement of his hips. In response, you began to move at the same rhythm as him, which made him moan and thrust deeper. The sound of his balls hitting you drove you wild. You loved having him like that.
Armin let out a ragged groan and you felt his dick swell and throb inside you. You knew he had reached his climax.
Carefully, Armin pulled away from you, squeezing the condom with his hands to remove it along with his penis. He had ejaculated quite a bit, which made you smile.
"Did I make you feel good?" he asked with a worried look.
You looked at him with a soft smile, feeling a sweet warmth expand in your chest. His worried gaze softened as he listened to you, and you knew that in that moment, everything was worth it.
"Yes, it was wonderful," you replied sincerely, your words loaded with everything you felt.
His eyes shone with relief and tenderness, and without a word, he slowly approached, as if wanting to engrave that moment in memory. His lips touched yours in a warm, delicate kiss that seemed to say everything words couldn't convey. In that contact, you felt the world fade away, leaving only the deep connection between the two of you.
As they separated, Armin looked at you again with a shy smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I think we should hurry lest someone try to open the door and discover us," he said with a hint of urgency that contrasted with his usual calm.
You both laughed softly, and with a mix of haste and care, you began to dress. The fabric of your clothes once again covered your skin, but the sensation of closeness and warmth remained intact, like a soft flame that wouldn't extinguish.
As you gathered your things, your hands brushed several times, each contact sparking a small flame. Finally, ready to leave, Armin took your hand with a firm but tender gesture, intertwining his fingers with yours.
As you crossed the door, the fresh air of the library greeted you, and for a moment, you both stood there, enjoying the shared silence.
Armin turned to you and, with a sincere smile, said:
"See you in class" he looked down at your breasts "or another tutoring session."
Your smile widened, and with a slight blush on your cheeks, you replied:
"Of course, I'll be waiting for it."
With that simple exchange, full of unspoken promises, you said goodbye, carrying with you the memory of a moment that would undoubtedly mark the beginning of something special.
