Nerd Mac having enough and being so frustrated trying to tutor you to the point where they start yelling how much of a dumbass you are and how much they'd like to get in your pants and under your sheets... all red and no idea that they're spilling all their horny thoughs until they stop yapping and it clicks what they just said 😭😭😭
even with the amount of fluff and wholesome i want/will write for mac…. that mf is a FREAK. they are horny all the time oh my god.
i feel like they’re so obsessive with physical touch and when the reader gives it to them (even in a friendly manner) they’re like: wait. neutron activation. horny mode.
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random drabble (?? is this what you call it) to get it out of my system — slightly suggestive!!!!
mac looks at you, their hands running through their hair as they began to feel overwhelmed. after weeks of tutoring you, they felt like they were getting no where with you. nothing was working and it felt like you weren’t even trying. after long hours of studying, you’d come back the next day with a guilty look on your face—admitting to mac that you had forgotten everything.
you sighed softly, rubbing your eyes, and roughly erasing the notes from your notebook. that tired sigh from you was the thing that set them off.
“are you serious?” you look up at them, confused. “you don’t get to sigh! i feel like im losing my mind with you. i’ve simplified this coding… to where FRESHMEN could understand.” you feel your face growing hot with embarrassment. you didn’t think mac would ever lash out on you. with all you two been through, you knew mac was doing a lot for you and you weren’t showing any progress. you were trying. but it was hard to focus. especially with them as your tutor.
“am i doing something wrong? i’m doing everything i can to tutor you!” they groan out, “you’re not getting it! are you even interested in this topic?” their eyes land back on you, staring straight at your redden face. which flipped another switch in their brain. they swallowed hard and grabbed their armrests, “don’t look at me like that.” they huff out.
“everyday, you come back and say that you forgot what we went over. how is that even possible?” their eyes trailed over your face once more, their heart beating against their ears. you looked so.. cute and idiotic. they wanted to shred you into pieces yet devour and explore your delicate skin at the same time. “do i have to kiss the information for you to get it through your head? fuck you until you remember the components and structure of coding?” they inhaled the air, feeling the cold of it fill their lungs.
they wanted to see you underneath them. to make you theirs. to torture you in pleasure like you’ve done to them for the past few weeks. ugh, why were they having these kind of thoughts now? they grabbed their face and sighed in an annoyed manner. “god. you have no idea how long i’ve been staring at your body. the clothes you wear. i just want to kiss you right here. feel you while i have you sitting on this desk.” “have you exposed in front of me…” they whispered out, almost desperately.
you just sat at your chair silently as they went down a spiral. did they not hear what they were saying? were they aware of this? you brush your hair behind your ears and only stared at them nervously. you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t flattered by their mutual attraction. but, this was kinda insane.
“hey—“ you began, fidgeting with your pen. you and mac caught each others gaze. one filled with lust and the other with confusion. mac stopped talking and soon ran their hands over their burning face. they couldn’t bare to look at you. the embarrassment of their truthful words were slowly creeping up on them.
