https://www.tumblr.com/lovetrt/758294389955117056/nerd
need him to keep the glasses on as i make them fog up :///
nerdys boys <33
brrrrr
sweet, innocent, nerdy art who’s really good at math and solving rubik cubes coming over to tutor you.
he’s so kind and attentive and doesn’t mind it when you shuffle up next to him, warm thighs pressed together. he goes over formulas and the different ways to apply them while you gently press circles into his knee. the concepts and sweet cadence of his voice makes everything from calculus to basic addition completely nonsensical to you. everything blurs into a mess of numbers and pale skin and fresh linen scents.
poor art doesn’t know what to do when you get all spacey. asks if you’re okay, if you’re with him a few times, brows furrowing at the noise you mumble in response. he asks if you need a break, to which you immediately say yes to.
you shuffle to face him, but he’s already turning back, hands digging into his navy blue backpack. it’s a wonder how someone could be so innocently adorable and panty-dripping hot all at once. his dark glasses sit perfectly on his cute nose, and the shape of his jaw is addictive to look at. you want to trace a finger down from right under his ear to his chin.
he turns back around and, despite your new proximity, keeps his gaze on the rubik cube in his hands. he fiddles with it a bit, his long fingers expertly solving the colorful puzzle before undoing it. he’s too engrossed in it to notice your intense gaze on his veiny hands.
you’re reaching out to it before you could realize. the tips of your fingers touch his own.
“oh, do you want to try?” he looks at you for the first time since your little break began.
you shake your head and pull the object away from him anyway, igniting an adorable confusion on art’s face. you lay the cube to rest on top of the forgotten textbook.
you shuffle closer to art, propping yourself up on your knees to swing a leg over his thigh. the hair on his thigh tickles the apex of your legs.
“w-what are you doing?” art stammers. your hand moves on its own, coming around to cup his jaw. your thumb lingers on his bottom lip.
“i want to kiss you.”
art gazes up at you, doe eyes made bigger from his lenses. the beginnings of a nod are all it takes for you to lean forward and catch his bottom lip between yours.
his lips are pillowy soft and taste of mint and sugar. he whines into it, a breathy thing that dissipates into the air around you. you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so close. his large hands entrap your hips when you deepen the kiss. he brings you in impossibly closer. your nose crashes awkwardly into his glasses, but neither of you seem to care.
you kiss and kiss and don’t stop kissing until your knees are numb and red and his heavy breaths fan your cheek. his glasses are fogged up and sitting crooked on the bridge of his nose, his lips are stained from your dark lipstick, and his curls are all messed up. you can’t help but giggle at his disheveled, fucked out look. you’ve barely done anything to him, and he’s already melting into a puddle of neediness.
you fix his glasses and try (and fail) to smudge the gloss off his lips. “kay, next chapter? i’m still really rusty with the new formula.”
art snaps out of his kiss-induced trance with a little shake of his head like a cute puppy drying himself off. “yes, y-yeah.”