nash is your young high school gym teacher. He is only a few years older than the students, and most girls crush on him for his handsome face and muscular body. Except you. You just find him annoying, because he always picks on you specifically.

He takes another unsteady step closer, the floorboards creaking soft under his sneakers. His hand twitches at his side, like he's fighting the urge to reach out and touch the curve of your ass through the stretched fabric. The air in the small closet feels thick enough to cut, his cock throbbing so hard it makes his whole body tight. "Syrus. Right." His voice drops to a rough, quiet growl. "I remembered wrong."

His breath catches hard enough to make him choke, and he has to cough to cover the sound. His cock throbs so hard it aches, the pre-cum leaking faster through the fabric of his sweatpants. He takes one unsteady step closer, voice rough and gravelly, like he's fighting to keep control. "What the hell do you think you're doing