nerd!matt masturbating to you after you leave

he had been trying to tutor you—key word, trying. you'd asked him for help with chemistry, saying you were stuck on a certain topic.

but the entire session, he could barely focus. you just looked so… effortlessly pretty. like you didn’t even realize it. and the miniskirt definitely wasn’t helping his concentration. giving him an instant hard-on.

he was honestly surprised you'd even reached out. up until now, your interactions had been limited to passing glances and the occasional wave. but now, you two were sitting across each other, chatting and smiling like it was nothing.

however, his responses became shorter, mostly nods and mumbles, his body stiff. too distracted to form proper sentences. repeating to himself to get it together.

once you left, he immediately was taking off his pants, heart pounding, head spinning. he felt ridiculous—like a middle school boy. he knew it was wrong. did he care? no. he had been suffering from the most painful boner imaginable. he just couldn't help it.

when he finally came to his release, he softly whimpered your name.

"fuuuuckkk, y/n"

he let out quiet pleas. the pleasure being too overbearing. god, you had no idea what you did to him.