⋮ ⌖ . ݃ ❛❛ nerd!matt 𓋰 sorority!reader ❜❜ ◌ .˚ 𓂅
⋮ ⌗ ─ thinking a lot about helping out 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐘!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 lately!! . . . or in other words, getting his glasses all fogged up while he’s got his head buried between your thighs like your body is his favorite subject ;p 𓂃 ꒱
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his weeks being full of exams and studying. him spending hourssss sat in front of thick textbooks and scribbled notes, focused so hard the wrinkle in his forehead has started to grow deeper, highlighter ink smudged across his fingers, half-empty energy drinks littering his desk, rereading the same paragraph over and over, and for the first time in matt’s life the information isn’t just sticking.
and you notice almost immediately how much it’s really affecting him, picking up on the way his shoulders stay tense even in his sleep, the quiet frustration he tries to hide behind his soft, lopsided smiles. so you take it upon yourself to help, spending hours holed up in your sorority house making color coded, themed flashcards for him, little doodles in the corners, sections split between the integumentary system and nervous system just to make it easier on him. whatever the fuck those are.
it was supposed to be a harmless, supportive study session.
it somehow, and very quickly at that, turned into you, ass up, face smushed awkwardly into his stack of pillows. muffled moans and questions about the tactile corpuscles with matt’s tongue shoved deep into your slick folds. a mixture of his saliva and your arousal dripping down your thighs, no doubt pooling underneath you onto his mattress. you almost felt guilty knowing the mess you were making, that he’d have to stay up even later waiting on it in the campus laundry room but ultimately the pleasure overrode the guilt by a long shot.
“matt—! oh my god!” you cry out as he presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, humming in satisfaction at the taste and the reaction it pulls from you, the vibrations causing your legs to shake and your back to arch. you’d think he would be tired after studying for so many hours, but he’s showing no signs of slowing down, lapping at you like a dehydrated animal that had finally been given water.
you feel him pull away, the cool air of the room hitting your slickness causing you to shiver. you’re about to whine at the loss, about to protest with him, but you’re quickly cut off, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as you feel two of his long, slender fingers push into you with a squelch.
“t-tha— the…oh, f-fuck…the tactile corpuscles…” you try, you really do try to stick with the original plan. the exam being tomorrow is a pressing thought in the back of your mind, but how could he expect you to do this? to read off questions while he does…that?
his fingers curl against that spongy spot deep inside you, a spot he’s grown to know so well.
“located in the…dermal papillae…” your breath hitches, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he reattaches his mouth to your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking softly. the added stimulation from both his tongue and fingers is almost overstimulating, but fuck, it’s too good for you to even care.
“r-responsible for…uhm— responding to…light pressure.” your fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles turning white as you grip them for dear life, the words on the flashcard beginning to blur as your eyes start to well with tears.
matt pulls back slightly to look up at you from between your legs, face shiny with a mixture of spit and your slick, glasses askew and fogged up, pupils blown wide. a lazy smirk pulls at the corners of his lips. “light pressure huh?” he mutters, more to himself than to you, before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, tongue swirling in a way that makes you see stars.
“and what about these? the pacinian corpuscles?” he whispers against you, his breath hot. you glance down at the flashcard, the one you’d drawn a little cartoon of a spring on. your brain feels fuzzy, the words on the card not quite registering anymore.
“they’re…deeper…” you manage to get out, your voice shaky and breathless. “they detect…vibrations…” you trail off into a moan as he speeds up the motion of his fingers, curling and scissoring them inside you, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit.
“vibrations,” he repeats, his voice low and husky, a smirk still playing on his lips. “got it.” he pulls his fingers out, the emptiness almost painful, and replaces them with his tongue, fucking it in and out of you at a relentless pace. your body tenses, that familiar coil tightening in your stomach as your orgasm builds.
“matt—matt please,” you beg, your hips bucking against his face, chasing your high. he just hums in response, the sound vibrating through you and sending you right over the edge. you cum with a cry, your hips pushing back into his face as your body shakes with the force of your orgasm, your release flooding his tongue.
he laps up every last drop, not letting a single bit go to waste, helping you ride out your high before he finally pulls away, chuckling to himself at the way your body fall limp onto the bed. you’re panting, trying to catch your breath as he crawls up the bed to lie beside you, a triumphant grin on his face.
“so,” he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. “pacinian corpuscles detect deep pressure and vibrations, right?” he asks, as if he hadn’t just completely ruined your ability to form a coherent thought. you just nod, your body still trembling.
“good. i think i’m finally starting to get it.” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
