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his fingers shake as he rushes to finish typing the last few paragraphs for a paper, your paper that you needed finished tonight.

his eyes are running along the screen, watching as he misspells several words, but he isn’t worried about that right now, he can fix it later, all he is worried about right now is finishing this so then you will finally let him cum.

you continuously stroked his hard and aching cock, bringing him closer and closer to his much needed release, but you pulled your hand off of him each time he was about to cum… just like you’re doing now.

╱ ⋆    ་  ❛ nerd!matt &&   lamb!reader .˚ ⋆  ꜝ  ꒱ ⋆  𓂅

 . ៶៶ׄ nerd!matt sweetly kisses your cramps away

You don’t show up to class.

The chair next to Matt stays heartbreakingly empty. No pen tapping, no whispered jokes that make him blush and forget how to divide. The whole room feels off without your spark. He spends the entire lecture breathing shallowly, eyes glued to the door. Waiting. Hoping. When it ends and you still haven’t appeared, he calls. No answer.

That’s when the quiet panic starts. Not loud or messy—Matt doesn’t do messy—but the kind that lodges deep in his chest and makes his hands tremble. He wipes his glasses three times in a row. Rethinks every word he’s said to you all week. What if you’re mad? What if you’re done with him? What if he ruined everything just by hoping too hard?

He stares at your name on his screen. Thumb hovers. Calling again feels like too much. Not calling? Worse. So somehow—somehow—he’s standing at your dorm door. Alone. For the first time. His knuckles hesitate mid-knock. His legs feel like jelly. He keeps nudging his glasses up even though they’re already straight. What if you don’t want to see him? What if this ruins everything?

But then the door creaks open, and you’re there. A sleepy little bundle wrapped in a blanket, cheeks warm, eyes half-lidded. ❝I’m dying,❞ you croak. Matt nearly forgets how to function.

❝Wh—what happened? Are you—?❞ ❝It’s my period.❞ He blinks. Once. Twice. His mouth opens and closes. Then a small nod, like he totally gets it. (He absolutely doesn’t.) But the worry? Oh, it gets worse. ❝Do you… want me to go?❞ he asks, voice gentle.

You groan louder, waving him in. ❝No. Stay. You’re warm. And you bring snacks.❞ He clutches the bag in his hands like it’s a love letter. ❝I brought the sour ones. You said those help, right?❞

You light up well, as much as someone melting into a heat pad can—and it makes his chest squeeze. He shrugs off his hoodie and kicks off his shoes. Climbs into bed slow, like he’s scared he’ll break it—or you. The bed dips beneath his awkward weight. You tug the blanket over both of you like it’s the most natural thing, and Matt? Matt forgets what breathing is.

His head ends up resting on your stomach, arms tucked beneath him like he’s trying to take up less space. You’re rambling about cramps and injustice and why this should be illegal. He listens like you’re narrating his favourite novel. His glasses keep sliding, and he adjusts them without looking up.

❝I feel like a balloon full of knives,❞ you mumble. ❝That sounds… awful. I—I’d fix it if I could,❞ he says, and without really thinking, he leans in and kisses your stomach. Just one soft, reverent press of lips.

You are tense. He jolts. ❝S-sorry!❞ he blurts. ❝I didn’t mean—I just—I don’t know why I did that! You probably want me to leave now—❞ ❝Matt,❞ you whisper, brushing your fingers through your hair. ❝It’s okay. Really.❞ He searches your face. For rejection. For weirdness. For anything.

Instead, you reach down and touch his curls. He practically melts. Sinks back into you like your bed is the only safe place left. Another kiss. Then another. Each one slower, softer. Like he’s sorry. Like he’s saying he’d trade places with you if he could.

❝That actually helps,❞ you murmur. Matt smiles into your hoodie, drawing tiny circles against your side. ❝Do you… want me to keep doing it?❞ he asks, barely above a whisper. You hum. Eyes close. Your breath evens.

And Matt stays still. So still. Like, if he moves too much, he might wake up from this. He kisses you quietly with soft little pressings of his lips to your tummy, like it’s sacred, like you’re something he’s worshipping without meaning to. His hand rubs gentle, slow circles into your side, every motion tender, like your comfort is the most important thing in the world.

You hum under your breath, your fingers brushing through his curls, grounding him. You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. The way your body melts into his, the way you breathe a little deeper with each kiss... it tells him everything.

He tells himself you’re just friends. He always does. But God, nothing has ever felt more like love.

in which… you repay nerd!matt for being so helpful contains… blowjob, subby matt, swearing, matt cums in ur mouth, pet names, uhh idk just smut (masterlist) (nav)

you knocked aggressively on matt’s dorm, not even letting him say hi before you grab him into a hug. your smile grew as you walked into his dorm room without a word.

“sweetie! what’s up?” he blushed at the sudden contact and adjusted his glasses. you giggled at your favourite nickname, pecking him on the cheek. you didn’t say anything, just grabbed an exam packet out of your bag.

when you handed it to matt, his eyes widened at the big red ‘A-’ plastered at the top. “good job!” he smiles, ruffling your hair.

“i couldn’t have done it without you, matty” you give him another small peck on the cheek. it was true, matt was your tutor and the best teacher on campus.

all those late nights cramming for this exam where worth it and a huge devotion from matt. no matter what time it was, if you needed anything, he would always offer.

“that’s amazing love, what a good girl.” matt beams, holding the exam papers in his hands. “but you know it was you who remembered all the material? it was you who stayed up revising alone in her dorm so she would do good?”

you shake your head, shushing him softly. “you helped me pass my final, now i’m going to help you.” you were straightforward, watching as his cheeks flushed a deep pink. “uhm, how— why, you don’t have to do—“

“shh, just relax.” was all you said before tracing the hem of his shirt, waiting for his usual nod of approval. after you got the go ahead, you pulled his polo over his head, readjusting his glasses afterwards.

you pulled him into a kiss, hands roaming all across his body, dropping even lower to undo his belt and pants. “shit” he whispered softly, hissing as you placed small kisses all down his neck and across his collarbone.

you eventually make your way down to your knees, fully pulling matt’s pants down, leaving him in his boxers. “please, sweetie” he whines, bunching your hair together softly.

“patience, matt.” you tut, dragging your gentle fingers across his clothed cock. there was a very obvious wet spot on matt’s boxers, he was already dripping precum.

slowly but surely, you pulled his briefs down greedily. matt whimpered as he was fully exposed to you, eyes fixated on how you played with his cock.

you were holding him in your hands as he twitched uncontrollably, giving into the new sensation. nuzzling closer to matt, you kitten licked his tip just to tease him.

“fuck, please,” he moaned so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “please what?” of course you weren’t just gonna give it to him. matt adjusted his glasses, swallowing hard before he spoke.

“please, s-suck it, touch it, something, please sweetie” he begged through broken moans. “i can’t hold back when you look so fuckin’ pretty.” with a soft smile, you finally lowered your head and enveloped him in your mouth.

his cock was warm inside your mouth, you bobbed your head up and down, going faster the louder he moaned. “fuck, that feels so fucking good” matt’s voice was high pitched and whiny, which only made you go faster.

“shit— please don’t stop, fuck i’m so close” matt groaned, holding your hair tighter the closer to release he got. you knew matt was always studying, doing homework, or helping others with their’s — so you knew he needed this, and you were more than willing to give it to him.

“fuck, you do it so well sweetheart, i’m gonna cum” matt’s breaths got more ragged and he began to sloppily thrust his hips until his pelvis met your lips. “holy shit— fuck~” with one final moan, you felt the familiar hot liquid down your throat, swallowing it quickly.

“sorry, shit—“ matt pulled his hips away, wiping his cum off your lower lip awkwardly as you giggled at how shy he gets. “feel more relaxed now?” you asked, watching as he adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.

“y-yeah, that felt really good sweetie” matt muttered, holding your face in his hands. “good, it’s my treat for being so helpful matty.”

tessa’s notes… i don’t like this

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༉‧₊˚. NERD¡MATT . . .

in which matt comforts you during a storm, even when he's scared himself . . . paired with popular¡bsf reader

It’s storming so hard the windows shake. Outside, the sky rips open with every bolt, painting your dorm room in momentary whiteouts. Thunder cracks so loud it feels personal, and even wrapped in two blankets, you’re curled up like a child in the corner of your bed, heart thudding like it’s trying to warn you of something worse than weather.

You text him, ❝Are you up?❞ Three dots. Then, after a breath: ❝omw.❞ You hear the knock ten minutes later. You open the door, and he’s standing there in his hoodie, rain clinging to the fabric like he just walked through a monsoon for you. His hair is a mess of wet curls, glasses slightly fogged, his arms full, one hand gripping a bag of candy and the other cradling a crumpled fleece blanket with sheep on it.

Matt Sturniolo. Your softest safe place. ❝You okay?❞ he asks, voice a little wobbly like he’s pretending not to be just as shaken. You nod, biting your lip. Then he steps in, carefully toeing off his wet sneakers, and just like that, your room feels warmer. He’s awkward about it at first, like always. Sets the snacks down. Unfolds the blanket. Doesn’t meet your eyes. So you fix that.

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.