#geeky skirt

[irrel]

The Spring restock is here 🌷 The midi skirts back in stock are: Blue Dragons, Alchemist and 90s Dice 😊 link

[blightbrxt]

[puppygirledith]

How does this outfit look? X

If I start to get enough attention, I may get the confidence to post....risky.....<3

Once I have my settup sorted, I can start doing professional quality photos and videos! Soon!!!

[madegeeky]

Mr. Geeky: Slay the Princess is making some new merch, including this long-sleeved shirt.

Me: The shirt's cute but the writing on the arms is a weird choice.

Mr. Geeky: The writing is "Heart, Lung, Liver, Nerves"

Me: All complaints rescinded, best use of writing on sleeves that will ever exist.

[virtual-bunny]

pervert! nerd armin who cannot concentrate on his classes anymore because the tiny skirts you wear are a distraction to him

pervert! nerd armin who is asked by his and your professor to tutor you because at this point with your grade you will not be able to graduate or pass the class

pervert! nerd armin who teases you and makes fun of you for being “dumb”

pervert! nerd armin who pokes your thigh with his pencil whenever you get a a question wrong or whenever you’re spacing off

pervert! nerd armin who sighs loudly and rests his chin on the palm of his hand when you take too long to answer a question

pervert! nerd armin who is confused as to why you are starting to sit next to him in clas

pervert! nerd armin who snickers whenever you get called on and he whispers the answer to you but when you say it out loud, it’s wrong

pervert! nerd armin who makes fun of you whenever you forget your homework

pervert! nerd armin who secretly takes pictures of you whenever you’re not looking to add to his “collection”

pervert! nerd armin who tells you to come study at his dorm because the library gets packed at this time of the semester

pervert! nerd armin who grins when you gasp once you come inside his dorm just to be bombarded with his room full of gooner figures, action figures, geeky posters, and a collection of comics and mangas

pervert! nerd armin who purposely directs you to the wrong answers while he tutors you and scowls at you whenever “you” get the answer wrong

pervert! nerd armin who says he’s lost hope in you, that you won’t pass the class, until you say “please help me armin! i’ll do anything!” he side eyes you with a raised eyebrow while his glasses slowly fall off his nose. “anything?”

pervert! nerd armin who has you tied up in his bed, while he has a vibarator on your clit while he makes you recite the answers for the upcoming test, turning up the setting whenever you get it wrong

“p-please a-armiiiin-!” “tut tut, how else am I supposed to make you understand the material? if i reward you then just maaaybe you will start understanding”

pervert! nerd armin who is not suprised when you come running to him showing your 98/100 test score

[irrel]

To the person who is trying to scam me out of 3 midi skirts: no

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, dubcon, coercion, bullying

fem reader

Your bully says he’s always been curious about what it’s like to fuck a geeky good girl like you—and that he’ll leave you if you let him have a taste.

You knew he was probably mostly joking when he offered… but you were sick and tired and perhaps a little desperate for the chance of him finally leaving you alone—so you balled your fists within his shirt, dragged him inside an empty classroom, and told him he could do whatever he wanted.

You don’t know who was more surprised.

He never knew you to be so brazen—but it’s not like you’re some blushing virgin, either.

You have experience. However, most of that experience is with nicer guys… not someone like him…

It’s not like you expected him to go easy on you, but still…

You bruise against the desk he has you bent over on—dewy-faced and panting, lying cheek-down in your own drool as he fucks full-chested moans right out of you. He snickers when your thighs shake, whistling with a grin when feeling your tight cunt flutter around him—slick dripping to the floor in a little puddle.

“You’re so wet it’s embarrassing.” He laughs.

He’s got your arms tussled behind your back, using your shirt as bindings—having balled your skirt up around your waist in two tight fists, knuckles white while using it to keep you still as he pounds into you with a mean snap of his hips. 

Your heart drops when you hear a rip. A second time when, you feel his movements still, and a thick warmth starts to fill you.

“Ah—fuck—don’t squeeze so tight—I’m ‘bout to—” He grunts, but it’s already too late once he pulls out.

Panting heavily as his cock drips with the last drop—hunched over—his eyes fall to your glossy cunt, half-mast while staring at the way his cum slowly leaks out of the still-fluttering little hole. 

He feels a cute-aggressive urge to slap it but doesn’t want to get his hand all sticky.

He pulls his pants up instead, only bothering to button his shirt up halfway, tie hanging loosely around his neck. Anyone with eyes could guess what he’d been doing with his sweaty hair and that flushed look on his face.

And yet he starts leaving without a care or a word. 

Already halfway out the door before you get your wits back.

“No—wait!” You warble, unknotting your sleeves to wrap your shirt around you. “You can’t leave me like this—my skirt…” You hold the tattered piece up for him to see, showing him the tear he’d made, rendering it unwearable.

His hand is still on the doorknob, only bothering to acknowledge you with a jaded look over his shoulder. “How’s that my problem?”

Your brows cinch that pitiful way it always does. That cute way that has his gut bubble and fizz. “Please…” You plead, and it’s almost enough to make his cock perk up again. “Just bring me a skirt from lost and found… please?”

He sighs—the door at his back as he leans against it with arms folded upon his chest. “Tch—and what's in it for me?”

You nibble your lip in thought—but you already know the answer. 

“I’ll be better at it next time���just... please?”

“Hm…” He hums in thought, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, tugged as if your words had pulled it with string. “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

The door closed with a click, and you were left in the classroom alone.

A few minutes passed. You doubted his return. 

You could always call a friend… but you didn’t want to get anyone into any trouble—calling them when they’re in class. Also, how would you even explain it to them? What type of person skips class to have sex in an empty classroom? Not to mention, they’d ask who you’d done it with—and there was just no way you could tell them. It’d be too embarrassing—you might just die—and if anyone else ever found out, he’d more likely kill you himself.

Well… suppose you could always make the run to Lost and Found yourself. The hallways should be mostly empty at this hour, but there’s really no guarantee. 

In the end, the thought of someone catching you in cum-soaked panties makes you hold onto all hope that your bully would return as he’d said.

And fifteen minutes later, he does. Black school skirt in one hand and strawberry milk in the other. Seemed he’d taken the time to stop at a vending machine.

But you don’t care. Breathing out a sigh of relief—gratitude on your lips as you leap over to him. “Thank you—” 

You eagerly accept the skirt—putting it on just as quickly.

He leans back against the door again, sipping his carton while watching you fall still with dismay. Humored at the pout that takes your lips as you look up at him with those pitiful doe-eyes.

“This is too short…”

He hides his smile with a tilt of his head. “Oh?” He grabs his jaw and pretends to assess your bottom half with focus. “Hmm… turn around, lemme see.”

You listen trustingly—as though you actually believe he cares. It almost makes him laugh out loud at how fucking gullible you are. But he keeps his act tight. Humming at the sight of the skirt only barely covering the crease of your cute ass.

“You’re right—something’s off.” He admits. 

You look back at him just in time to see his smirk before he grabs you. 

Keeping you still with an arm wrapped around your waist, he tips you over and grabs your panties—pulling them despite your body's protests as you wiggle in his hold. You cry as the fabric wedges up between your asscheeks, kicking your legs behind you until feeling it rip.

“There you go…” He coos while letting go of you, twirling the torn string in his hand. “Now it fits perfectly.”

He chuckles at the pretty tears clumped upon your lashes as you look at him with your lip tucked between your teeth until you finally get the grit to say what’s on the tip of your tongue.

“You’re an asshole.”

He sneers with a smile and bags your panties in his pocket—then turns around and opens the door. Leaving you worse off than before.

“Never said otherwise, buttercup.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Shinso, Kirishima

JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Toji

DS – Akaza, Sanemi

HQ – Kuro, Miya twins

[starlinggirll]

nerd!art getting used (academically) by reader . . . ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

you had it all planned out. sweet talk him, make him do your work! easy peasy. and it was specially easy with how suirmy he got with you; constantly apologizing at the slightest graze of his body on yours, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

like right now, you're in his dorm while he attempts to teach you math. your hand is on your chin as he leans over, his finger slightly trembling as he talks. "so when you divide this number, you use the radius of the sphere to find the cir-" he glances at you, and you're already looking back. he's been feeling your heavy gaze on him since you came in, feeling very judged. he did a mental note to take off all of his geeky posters away incase of you coming in again.

"w-what?" he straightens his back, hands folding into his lap. "nothing." you say innocently, giving him your signature soft smile before your eyes go back to the paper.

before he can get back to teaching you're standing up to sit on his bed. "you really are a dork." you tease, head tilting to the side as you look around his room. it all screams nerd. a virgin. a loser. you lean in slightly, mouth curling into a grin. "have you even had your first kiss?"

his cheeks are burning as he shakes his head. gaze lowered out of both shyness and embarrassment. "n-no." he murmurs, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"would you want to?" you purr. going back down to sit next to him. your hand softly rubbing his forearm. "i mean i can show you, for practice ofcourse."

he shakes his head desperately. "i-i dont think a girl would be interested in that—me. i-im like such a l-loser." he's stuttering like a little kid, but you weirdly bring that out of him.

and you dont know why you do it, maybe its his blonde curls, or his lips curling into a frown. or the way you see him beating himself up inside his head. but you lean in, hand going to his thigh. "what if i said i was interested? in kissing you i mean."

your words make him jump slightly, head tilting to look at you. "dont do that." he frowns, eyebrows fully furrowed. "dont s-say things like that if you dont mean them." standing up, he puts the books away. "if you're here just to make fun of me just go ahead and-"

you groan, standing up. you adjust your skirt before grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to your height. "shut up and kiss me." he doesn't question you after that.

how could he?

a pretty girl like you asking him to kiss you? he's stupid if he says no. he wipes sweat off his hand before gently cupping your cheek and pressing your lips with his. he's so awkward it both turns you on and makes you want to squish him. you decide to take lead, hand resting on his chest as you lead the kiss.

he takes a few seconds before he catches up, his other hand going to your other cheek. you break the kiss after a few seconds, a small smile forming on your face. he's so red, and before he knows it he's kissing you again, most harshly.

you giggle against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck. "stop stop." you scold him, pulling your lips away. "calm down."

and with that, you pull away, wiping his saliva off your lips. "ill see you in class, yeah?" you grab your phone, waving at him innocently —as in you didnt just change his perspective on everything. and walk away out of his dorm.

leaving him alone, with his thoughts and feelings skyrocketing. oh, and a hard on.

[beomiracles]

hard thought! geeky taehyun fucking you in glasses ???? they get foggy?? segsy

buffed up like a jock geeked up like a nerdddd cw, nerd!taehyunnn, kissing (kinda rough idk?), penetrative sex, dom!tae, sub!reader (f), taehyun wears glasses yum

homework pushed aside and open books lay scattered on taehyun's small study desk, long forgotten about as his attention lingers elsewhere — more specifically on the way your tits moved with each thrust of his.

sweat pearls on his forehead, sliding down the side of his face and between his furrowed brows. his glasses had slid down on his nose, a mist of fog coating them and making you wonder just how much he actually saw.

his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, your pathetically short skirt bunched together in his hands — the fabric damn near ripping with the force he used.

"always fucking distracting me", taehyun grunts as he pulls out all the way, making you whine as you rock forward on the table, your back arching in protest. he scoffs, one hand releasing its grip in your hip as his thumb brushes over your overstimulated clit — drinking up your moans with a messy kiss to your swollen lips.

the rim of his glasses hits your forehead as he forces his tongue in your mouth, the action making you tense up just a second too long. he reaches for them — but you're faster. your fingers wrap around his wrist as you sigh into the kiss.

"keep them on."

taehyun pauses, pulling back for a brief moment as his dark eyes meet yours over the fogged up glass. he shakes his head, a breathy chuckle blowing past his lips and caressing your warm face. "you're fucking nasty", he says before crashing his lips against yours once more.

he rams inside you without warning — the stretch of his cock sparking a burning sensation throughout your body as a whine rolls off of your tongue.

your hand blindly reaches for anything to hold on, finding only one of his discarded books. your fingers curl around the pages — the sound of paper ripping echoing out into the hot air. — taehyun's grip on your hip tightens, his teeth closing around your bottom lip.

"you're gonna regret that."

[gingersxng]

Your pervy boyfriend comes back to the hotel room after he’s done with the rehearsals. You greet him with a “hi” but he’s quiet, he’s tired, he’s exhausted, he needs you so fucking bad. The messy out washed hair, the “geeky” flanell shirt with a tie and the intense eye contact makes your heart race a bit faster than usual. Mingi approaches you and pushes you down on the bed, he lifts up your skirt and pulls your panties to the side. A deep groan comes from him as he sees your glistening cunt.

“Mingi wha-“

“Fucking shush, let me have you…AH FUCK”

LINK

[dykeishh]

lessons in lust

ellie williams x fem reader

synopsis: ellie meets with her hot tutor for calculus and somehow ends with an anatomy lesson! 

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, dealer!ellie (throwback asf), tutor!reader, slightly dom!ellie, cunnilingus, public sex (they don’t get caught tho), a bit of teasing, both reader and ellie are just sluts basically. not proofread :3

a/n: heyyy the way i wrote this in literally 2023 and it's just been in my notes… hence slight dealer!ellie appearance LOL its also barely relevant to the story but I just think tutor!reader x dealer!ellie is a hot pairing. also ellie being lowkey dominant in this is so funny cuz i'm really in my sub!ellie era… but its still hot honestly. anyways hope y'all enjoy!

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ellie sighed as she looked at her current course score, knowing she was about to fail her calculus class if she didn’t start getting decent grades soon. she cursed herself for picking astrophysics as a major, recalling how she ‘thought it sounded cool’ and failed to consider that she would need to take difficult math classes.

she didn’t hate it, but she was falling behind as she allowed her ‘business’ to take up most of her time. it was easy to get caught up, and she was pretty proud of herself once the money really started raking in, but was quickly humbled when she remembered she couldn’t afford to retake a foundational course to her major. 

that was how ellie found herself tapping her shoes against the library chair, waiting for her calculus tutor to arrive. she blew out a sigh from her pursed lips as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, in a daze—so much so that she hadn’t noticed you walk up to the round table until you said, “hi, are you ellie?”

she looked up, a bit startled by your voice in the quiet library, especially because she had picked a spot in the back, away from other people and their chatters. 

she took a second to respond, partially because she had expected some kind of geeky math nerd to be her tutor--especially since it was through the school. however, the main reason for her delayed response was because she knew you.

well, knew is an overstatement, you were a bit of a crush that ellie had in one of her classes. she had never made a move to talk to you, but she often indulged herself by staring at your legs, barely covered by the short skirts you wore to class, and fantasizing about the sounds you’d make with her face between them. she noticed you were wearing a similar skirt today and her mind already started racing, but she quickly snapped out if it. 

“hi, yeah that’s me.”

“i’m y/n, i’ll be working with you today,” you said, smiling at her. she felt her heart rate increase, but she made sure to play it cool. “oh, nice, thanks.” you gave her a slight smile aam pulled your chair in next to her. 

“so, where should we start?”

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after several minutes of going over the subjects taught in the course, ellie’s mind had started to wander back to your short skirt and your words faded into the background as she wondered how quiet she could be while fucking you in the library. you can feel her eyeing you up as you spoke, and try to keep your voice steady regardless of how nervous she’s making you feel. how are you supposed to teach her while she’s practically undressing you with her eyes?

“so, can you show me how you could solve this kind of problem?”, you ask. after a few moments of silence and ellie scratching her head, you giggle, noticing she looks a bit spaced out.

“jeez, am i that boring of a tutor that you’re zoning out?”, you tease. she chuckles and shakes her head, “no, not at all. these kinds of problems just confuse me is all, i really don’t know where to start.”

you scoot your chair closer to her and aren’t sure if you imagine hearing her breath hitch. 

“okay so, show me exactly where you’re having problems."

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“holy shit. you’re a fucking genius. or a saint. both—whatever. i can’t believe i actually understand this,” ellie scoffs in disbelief. 

you smile at ellie and and shrug, “you had it in you. sometimes it just takes a bit of a push. i’m sure you’ll do great on your tests.”

ellie looks at you with a suddenly soft expression, suddenly realizing her appreciation for your help and being so patient with her. she also realizes that she might have a thing for nerds. she would be lying if she didn’t find your intelligence extremely sexy, as if you weren’t already hot enough.

“so, how am i going to repay you for this, y/n?” she asks, leaning towards you and brushing a hair out of your face. 

you let out a shy laugh at her sudden boldness, caught off guard by the cute girl’s fingers brushing against your skin. 

funnily enough, you had heard about ellie before. there was a small number of queer students on campus, and an even smaller circle of queer girls. and as it usually happens, lots of you knew of each other. in fact, you and ellie were both hooking up with the same girl, which was how you knew about her. just based on this, you assumed she was a bit of a womanizer, and her obvious flirting with you now seemed to align with this idea. 

but you aren’t put off by this—in fact, it only makes her more intriguing to you. behind your studious math-nerd image, you aren’t all that innocent either. 

“please, i already get paid to tutor. i’m just doing my job, so you don’t have to thank me any special way,” you reply, amusement laced in your tone.

“i know i don’t have to,” she states simply, “i want to. you helped me out, and i think it’s only right that i return the favor.” as she says this, ellie places her hand on your thigh, slowly moving it up as she looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction. 

you raise an eyebrow at her, but once you smirk, ellie knows it’s game over. you lean in forward and lower your voice. “y’know, i think you might be right. i did, after all, save your grade in this class didn’t i?” 

you decide you’ll play along and see where this goes. after all, she was fucking hot. when she smirks at your response, you almost start drooling. 5 minutes ago, you were focused on integrals, but now all your brain can think is how fucking badly you want those long fingers to keep moving up your leg. 

“so how exactly are you going to repay me?” you ask, although you already had an idea of what she had in mind. 

even though ellie was hoping for this situation, she couldn’t believe you were actually down. when she realizes this, it goes straight to her clit. was she really about to fuck her hot tutor? 

ellie suddenly starts lowering herself under the desk.

“i think i can help you better down here.”

you just about come right in that moment, looking down at her mischievous green eyes from beneath you. your breath hitches and you look around to make sure that nobody is watching. 

“fuck. that’s so hot. okay… you just-you have to tell me if i’m being too loud, okay?”

ellie nods and can’t seem to wipe that smirk off her face as she crawls forward and positions her face so she could look under your skirt. you spread your legs slightly for her access and you can immediately feel her hot breath on your inner thighs, causing you to shudder. she looks up at you, making direct eye contact as she leaves wet kisses on your thighs, teasing you, even in this moment where she should be going quickly as to not get caught.

you bite your lip when she drags her middle finger over your clothed heat, then slowly rubs your clit through the pink fabric. you hear her curse to herself and you feel yourself getting wetter as each excruciating moment passes. after a few moments, she pulls your panties to the side to view your soaked pussy. 

“you’re already so wet,” she quietly groans. you almost whine when she brings her mouth so close to your center, looking up at you from her hooded eyelids and just holding herself there to tease you just a little bit longer. 

ellie takes a mental snapshot of your desperate expression as you look down at her, with your lips between your teeth and eyebrows furrowed. but she can’t wait any longer herself. needing to taste you, she licks a long strip from up your pussy and you immediately find yourself choking back a moan. 

ellie seems pleased by your reaction and starts leaving wet kisses on your clit, sucking lightly as she pulls away and alternating with gentle flicks of her tongue. its driving you absolutely crazy how gentle and slow she’s being, and you start to roll your hips to satiate her relentless teasing. she knows that it’s not enough but she’s also aware of how much more wet it’s making you. 

she sucks a little harder on your clit and your head falls back as you gasp in pleasure. then she pulls away, lightly smacking your thigh. 

“uh uh, keep looking at me. i want you to watch me while i make you feel good, baby,” she murmurs before she dives back in.

you pull your head back down to watch her with your mouth slightly agape and see her low-lidded eyes are clouded with lust. your back arches as you feel her the pressure of her tongue increase and watch her bob her head up and down under your skirt. ellie isn’t holding back and you can hear the messy, wet noises her mouth makes against your cunt in the quiet library. everything about the situation was borderline pornographic, and you almost feel dizzy from how much it was turning you on. without stopping her mouth movements, you feel her one of her fingers rub against your entrance before plunging deep into your cunt, causing you to let out a little moan. her eyes flick up back to yours, giving you a dangerous look as a warning. one of your hands clasps over your mouth to muffle your sounds as best you can. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispers, and you nod in response, causing her to tsk at you. “i want to hear you say it. tell me how good i’m making you feel,” she demands, slipping in a second finger. 

when you remove your hand, you accidentally let out another small whimper, and you respond as best as you can, “it f-feels so good. fuck, it’s too good,” you whisper, eyes rolling back into your skull.

satisfied with your answer, she reattaches her mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, forcing you to bite your fingers to hold back your sounds. her fingers speed up as well, and you can hear the lewd sounds of your wetness even louder now. you’re getting dangerously close, and she can tell by how your insides clench around her fingers. 

“s-shit, i’m close, ellie,” you half-whisper, half-whine. 

“i know, baby.”

she continues her assault with her tongue and fingers, doing her best to drive you crazy. she can feel her own wetness growing between her legs as she listens to your muffled sounds. when she sees your face, all fucked out and desperate, she nearly cums on that alone. “you gonna come for me?”

“mhmm,” you whimper, unable to respond properly as your mind and body are completely clouded with pleasure. your hands find her hair, needing somewhere to grab as the intensity became too much for you, causing her to moan into you, and the vibrations of her voice push you over the edge.

your body freezes up completely for a moment, then jolts as your release hits you, hard. you can’t help but moan and your legs shake as she keeps her pace, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she can. when the overstimulation becomes too much, you push her head away from you causing her lips to detach from you with a pop. you gasp for air and your body trembles as you come down from your high. 

when your vision unblurs, you see her still between your legs, lips and chin covered in a combination of your wetness and her spit, and watch her smirk before she cleans her fingers off with her mouth. it’s the most erotic view you’ve ever seen—you could cum a second time.

she helps you put your panties back on and slowy rises from under the table, looking around to make sure the coast is still clear. she chuckles when she sees you still slumped in your chair, recovering and wraps her arm around your waist to help you up. 

“how was that for repayment?” she teases.

you laugh, still out of breath, hoping that she’d be setting up more sessions with you in the future.

[irrel]

New pattern 🙌 The Gelatinous Cube skirt is now up in my store!

[glass-trash-bab]

@uhhbeans ok here's the babygirl

Hes literally so fucked up for real. Born in a wet cardboard box all alone. He has been essentially kidnapped by the party and now he's slowly becoming part of our found family 🥺

I need to talk about our dnd session today and how the dm npc ive been bullying for two sessions became the party babygirl

[iwantkirkhammett]

reader works at a comic book shop, kirk visits every now and then and they’ve been sharing glances… one day he comes by after closing and they fuck out the back 🤭🤭🤭

details beyond that are up to you but make it HOT HOT HOT

this is my first post guys bear with me plz

tw: smut, sex, oral (f receiving)!

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐

I sighed, groaning in annoyance as the night went on with my work shift. The night seemed to be dragging on and on, the clock ticking by so slow as customers occasionally came to buy a variety of comics and movies, sometimes music. Every time I heard the store door open, I perked up hoping it was this certain someone I had my eyes on for a while now, this certain someone going by Kirk Hammett. He came in once or twice a week, buying loads of monster collectibles, horror comics, lots of geeky nerdy stuff in general, but he had to be the most attractive man I ever met.

He was so handsome, long, dark curls going just past his shoulders, dark brown doe eyes that I couldn’t help but adore every time we had a conversation, he was so polite but also flirty and suggestive, and I had fallen head over heels for this man and he doesn’t even know me. We occasionally talked about our days when he would come during slower hours, talking about the progress of his band or how the work shift was going, but I couldn’t help but notice the tension and suggestive glances between us that became more apparent and intense every time Kirk came.

The night eventually finished up, a small feeling of sadness weighing on my shoulders while I locked the doors to finish up my closing duties, feeling disappointed I didn’t get to see the curly haired guitarist, especially considering this was my last shift for the week. I sighed, going around and fixing misplaced items, counting the register amongst other things before a soft tap at the glass was heard, and I looked up, my heart leaping as I saw the man I had been waiting for all night.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to do it, this was completely against protocol, letting a customer in after close, but how could I say no? I had to see him, even if just for a quick check out. I opened the door, and an amused smile appeared on Kirk’s face, I honestly melted at the sight.

“Damn sweetheart, thought you were never gonna let me in.” He teased, walking in and towering over me a bit, staring down at me with intense dark eyes. I smiled, getting a bit flustered, quickly rambling together a sentence. “Yeah…thought I could make an exception considering you’re one of our most loyal customers. I left a few comics towards the front that I think you’d like.” I said softly.

He looked down at me again after glancing at the counter, grabbing my chin and making me make eye contact with him. “Yeah? That’s so sweet of you…so thoughtful…” He mumbled, adoring into my gaze. “You know…what would you do if I told you I don’t just come here for the comics?” He said, his tone almost suggestive.

I gulped thickly, quickly getting flustered and struggling to form a response. “Th-The comics? Of course that’s what you come for haha, you’re here all the time-“, but he cut me off before I even finished, forcing me to maintain eye contact. “Nah, the comics are just a side perk. I just love coming so I can look at the pretty girl you are sweetheart, coming to talk to you.” He said, inching closer to my face. I gulped, desire already going between my legs, but I quickly forced that feeling away despite the butterflies going insane inside my stomach right now. “I feel the same way…” I blurted out flustered. “I get excited every time you come in, I even hope the customers are you…” I nervously admitted, and Kirk cocked up an eyebrow, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

“You know, you even get me all worked up…wearing that tight shirt with your fucking cleavage out…your shirt skirt that barely covers your ass, it’s like you’re just trying to tease me baby.” He said, pushing my hair out of my face. My heart rate quickened, gasping a bit as I heard the words leave his mouth. I started to melt at his touch, feeling his obvious hard on poke against my thigh, my legs shaky and panties already soaked with need. I thought for a moment, before suddenly speaking up and breaking the silence. “You know…I have a few comics in the back of the store I’ve been wanting to show you, exclusives.” I said with a smirk, immediately following with Kirk giving me a lustful and suggestive glance.

Then, before I knew it, he had me thrown on the table, pushing the comics off as he quickly pulled down my skirt, revealing the lacy thongs I wore and earning a hiss of satisfaction from Kirk. “God baby….you’re trying to kill me here…” He groaned out, reaching up to gently massage my clothed breast and earning a soft moan from me while Kirk admired the sight below him. He then tore my shirt off onto the floor, my bra following shortly after. He took a step back, adoring my body and the sight in front of him, his boner painfully obvious in his pants. God he was so big, and I haven’t even seen it yet.

He started by slowly nipping and kissing at my neck, softly playing with my nipples and sucking at them, leaving bruises and bites everywhere, before looking up at me and smirking against my neck. “I can feel how wet you already are sweetheart…I’ve barely even touched you, that needy for me huh?” He grumbled out, earning a soft and desperate whine from me as he slowly grazed against my clothed cunt. “K-Kirk…oh my god…please…” I whimpered out, so worked up I could barely even form sentences, it was almost embarrassing the control and power this man had over my body. He got down between my legs, pulling my panties off with his teeth and chuckling at the sight of my now completely exposed, dripping cunt.

“God…you’re gonna make me go fucking crazy sweetheart…” He tore his shirt off, now leaving him in just his black jeans and stared up at me. “C’mon…you know what to do sweet girl…” I bit my lip, whining a bit in frustration and groaning at his words. “Please Kirk….please just hurry…please just eat me out I wanna feel you please!” I desperately gasped out, earning a satisfied chuckle before he immediately dived between my legs, mercilessly licking and sucking at my aching cunt, slurping up all the juices and lapping and sucking at my clit.

I moaned loudly, arching my back and hips up into his mouth, gripping his thick curls tightly and earning a harsh hand forcing me back down, and the other hand suddenly plunging two fingers inside of me and curling, immediately moving at a quick and fast pace, the wet squelching sounds of my pussy filling the room. I moaned out even louder, squirming against his grip. “Kirk! H-Holy shit…!” I moaned, already in pure ecstasy from the few seconds of this mans tongue. I pulled and closed my legs thighs his head, and he chuckled, talking against my clit and sending a pleasurable amount of vibrations through me, pulling off. He grinned up at me with a face covered in my juices, licking his lips. “God…you taste so fucking good…driving me crazy you know that? So damn needy too.” He said, standing up and unbuckling his belt. “Turn around.” He demanded.

I quickly obeyed, flipping over with an overwhelming amount of need, arching my back and looking at him. “Please Kirk, please I need you so bad…” I whined, almost embarrassed for how desperate I was for this man’s cock. I quickly gasped in surprise as he snatched my wrists and tied them above my head with his belt, putting his shirt under my head as a makeshift pillow on the table.

“You gotta be specific baby, I don’t know what you need if you won’t tell me.” He teased, pulling his cock out of his boxers, and I turned around, mouth dropping in awe. He was so huge, a solid 9 inches, veiny and a perfect light tip at the end, already dripping with pre-cum. He gently rubbed it against my soaking wet cunt, hissing in pleasure before he repeated himself. “You gonna tell me what you want or do I gotta make you beg for it more?” He chuckled, positioning himself. I moaned out at the feeling of him against my clit, tears of pleasure welling up in my eyes. “Please Kirk! Please fuck me! Please!” I cried out, and was suddenly met with the plunging feeling of his cock, and immediately melted into the table, letting out a loud, satisfied moan. He slowly began at a steady pace, chuckling softly. “You’ve kept this to yourself all- oh fuck…all this time baby? You’re so fucking tight, so good…” He said, picking up his pace, still holding my wrists with his belt. I moaned loudly, gasping and rocking my hips against his pace, moaning even louder as he hit that one spot. “K-Kirk! Please! Faster oh-oh!! Ah!” I moaned out, and he let out a possessive growl and picked up the pace. He kept abusing that one sensitive spot inside me, and he groaned in pleasure as I clenched and tightened around him more and more.

“You-You’re so fucking pretty when you’re getting fucked you know that? T-Taking it all like such a good girl, taking all of this dick aren’t you? Such-such a pretty girl-Oh fuck!” He hissed in pleasure, squeezing my hips tightly as he pounded into me relentlessly.

I moaned in ecstasy, tears welling in my eyes and screaming and pleading in pleasure, rambling on moans and curses as he fucked me, a familiar knot forming in my stomach. “I’m close Kirk! I’m so close! Please! I’m gonna cum please go faster!” I begged, and was immediately met with a hand covering my mouth to suppress my moans.

“G-Gotta keep quiet baby…I know how good it feels but gotta keep it down before someone hears us yeah?” He groaned, picking up his already merciless pace. “You’re so close huh? Fuck I can feel it- fuck I’m close too baby…want me to cum inside? Fill you up?” He growled out, and I desperately nodded and kept moaning into his hand, my mascara running down my cheeks from the pleasure. “Kirk I’m cumming!” I moaned into his hand, finally my release as the familiar feeling of pleasure overwhelmed my body. Kirk groaned out. “Shit me too baby…I’m gonna fill you up so much-“ and he cut himself off, thick ropes of cum filling my insides as we both let out loud groans and moans, before he pulled out, admiring the thick cum pouring out of me and onto the table.

We both panted, enjoying the after glow before he gently untied my wrist, buckling up his jeans again, smirking down at me and helping me sit up. I let out a soft moan of satisfaction, my pussy still dripping and pulsating.

“Guess I should visit you more often, huh? Or maybe even invite you to one of my shows?” He chuckled, snatching my panties and shoving them in his pocket. “And these? These are a parting gift for me, sweetheart.” He said, kissing me and then finishing off our night.

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I want to say I love your imagination. Absolutely amazing smut!! Can you please write a fic where Jungkook wears glasses & the OC is obsessed with his geeky look so much that she can't keep her hands off of him. Make him soft dom, and the dynamic should be switched themed where he let's her use him but bam! Switch & he shows her how he can wreck her if he wants to. Let the roleplay be with glasses on please and make the actual fucking a bit longer. Thank you so much in advance🫶🏽 I love your work so far, thanks for all the fics

Hello love💖 ~ first of all WOW your imagination ?! Absolutely incredible! Loved the concept the second I read it and it was really so fun *and hot* bringing it to life, thank you for trusting me with your idea and for the sweetest message. I'm super grateful for your support it means everything!

I hope you’ll enjoy the piece as much as I enjoyed writing it and that it hits just the way you imagined~

Beneath the lenses

Genre: Smut , PWP , Soft Dom/Switch Jungkook

Rating: Explicit (18+)

The second you walked into the apartment and saw him, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, the famous grey sweatpants and a black tee clinging to his body, messy hair like he’d been dragging his hands through it all day. It drove you fucking insane. and your entire day vanished. Gone. Immediately replaced by a deep, throbbing ache between your thighs.

"..You're wearing them again" you muttered, dropping your bag and walking toward him like prey entranced by its own predator.

Jungkook glanced up from his laptop, one brow arching over the rim of his glasses. “Oh yeah, I didn’t feel like putting in contacts… Too tired"

You hummed in response, sliding behind him and wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders. His smell was addictive just like clean laundry and something earthy sandalwood maybe and you pressed your lips right behind his ear.

"You really have no idea what that look does to me" You said while moving around the chair, straddling him right there at his desk. His hands came to rest on your thighs automatically, fingertips teasing the hem of your skirt as you straddled him and leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, his jaw, behind his ear. "It’s like... fuck, Jungkook, I just want to ruin you."

Jungkook let out a soft exhale of a laugh, shaking his head like he found your need amusing. “You’re the one ruining yourself, baby,” he murmured, kissing your throat. “But if you need it that bad, go ahead. I’ll let you use me.”

You leaned in, slowly, your lips ghosting over his. “Let me ride you, Koo. Just like this”

He gave you that devastating grin, half-tease, half-surrender “ I’m all yours.”

You made quick work of his sweatpants, pulling them down just a tiny bit to free him, and he was already half hard from your teasing. He hissed when you took him in hand, fingers closing around the thick length and slowly stroking him.

“Gosh you’re such a good boy for me” you whispered, kissing along his jaw until you reached his lips. “Letting me use you like this”

He moaned into your mouth, hips twitching up when you lined him up and sank down slowly Inch by inch stretching you and filling you. The desk chair creaked, his hands gripping your hips so tight, as if he was trying not to buck up too hard.

You rolled your hips, setting the pace. His eyes stayed locked on yours through those perfect fucking glasses, lips parted panting.

“F-Fuck, you look so good like this” you whined. “All mine. My little nerd” His breath hitched sharp and guttural ripping from his throat like it had been trapped there, waiting for you to ruin him. Your warmth, your wetness and the tightness of your pussy as it enveloped him inch by inch and it was fucking overwhelming. His hands flexed instinctively against your thighs, nails digging in just a little as his cock throbbed inside you.

You moaned above him and all he could do was not to beg. His jaw clenched, his eyes fluttered behind the lenses. God, you were so wet slick and hot and pulsing around him like your body had been waiting for this just as long as his had. Jungkook let you ride. Savouring every movement as it sent pleasure up his spine, every grind made his cock jump helplessly inside you. He wanted to thrust up, to fuck into you like he needed to breathe, but he surprisingly held still, every muscle in his body coiled tight with restraint. His hands trembled where they held you, his chest started rising fast beneath her fingers.

At that moment you thought you were in control. You kept your eyes locked on his through the lenses. Every time you bounced on his cock the tension in his body grew, but he didn’t stop you.

“You like watching me take it, don’t you?” you gasped, sweat slicking your skin as you worked your hips over him, riding harder now. “Like when I use you like this.”

He nodded once, eyes hooded, jaw tense. “Y-yeah, baby. Yours. Use me. Take what you want”

And you were. Your walls were fluttering, clenching around him, chasing your orgasm with reckless abandon you cried out every time his cock hit that spot inside you. You were close so close and he knew it. Which is exactly when everything changed.

Until he moved.

He didn’t say a word just grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and pulled you down hard, lips crashing into yours as he stood up from the chair in one fluid motion. You yelped into his mouth, arms scrambling around his shoulders as he walked you across the room. His cock never slipped out not even once as he laid you down flat on the bed, never breaking the kiss.

And then he wasn’t still anymore.

He fucked into you hard from the first thrust, driving the air out of your lungs as his hands slid under your shirt, he didn’t even take it off just shoved it high enough to expose your tits, and then his mouth was on them devouring them. His tongue circled your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you cry out. His hips didn’t stop moving. They were punishing now, slamming into you again and again while he switched to the other nipple, wet and hungry.

“Think you’re in charge?” he murmured against your skin, voice dark and low. “You think I was just gonna let you use me and walk away?”

He grabbed your jaw then—his other hand fisting in your hair—and yanked your head back until you were staring up at him, staring at that fucking sexy, dark look turning feral. helpless, wrecked. Your chest heaved. Your body shook. You could barely think.

“You’ve got three seconds to beg.”

Your breath hitched. “W-what?”

“Beg me to let you cum” he growled, face close, forehead pressed to yours. “Say it. Say you need it”

Your hips bucked up instinctively, chasing the friction, but he pulled out almost all the way and held you there teasing, throbbing at your entrance, giving you just enough to feel the ache grow unbearable.

“Please” you whispered.

He didn’t move “Louder”

“Please, Jungkook, let me cum—fuck—I need it, I need you so bad, I can’t-”

He slammed back into you with a guttural sound, hips snapping into a rhythm that made your eyes roll back. He grunted with every thrust now, breathing hard, sweat dripping onto your chest as he ruined you, one stroke at a time.

“You think you were using me” he growled, dragging his cock deep and slow. “But I was just waiting.”

You were a total mess beneath him now, trembling and barely able to breathe, your nails clawing at his back as he fucked you straight into oblivion. His mouth returned to your tits, sucking hard enough to leave bruises, moaning against your skin while your body convulsed around him.

You were already cumming before you even knew it, your pussy clenching tight around him it resulted a groan out of his throat. He didn’t stop. "Next time you get ideas about using me," he whispered, kissing your shoulder, “remember who really owns this pussy.” He fucked you through your orgasm, rough and relentless.

When he was close, he wrapped that hand in your hair again, yanked you up off the bed so your faces were only inches apart, lips brushing and sweat mingling.

“I’m gonna fill you up baby” he whispered, voice ragged. “You want it?”

You nodded furiously, voice gone don’t have words left to beg with.

And then he was cumming deep inside you, cock pulsing with thick, hot release that filled you to the fullest. He held you tight, breathing hard against your cheek, cock twitching inside your soaked cunt.

You didn’t move more like you couldn’t. You just lay there, trembling and ruined, barely even blinking as he finally pulled out and looked down at you with that same steady, calm gaze.

Those fucking glasses were still on.

And now, you knew the truth. You were never in control, not even for a second.

After a long silence, he finally looked down at you, sweat dripping off his jaw.

“You still like the glasses baby?”

You smiled, breathless “Now I like them even more”

He then disappeared into the bathroom for a minute, then came back with a warm towel and that soft, quiet attentiveness he only showed you after he’d completely wrecked you. He cleaned you so gently, murmuring a low “Good girl” when you flinched from the sensitivity. You were too dazed to move, but he wrapped you up in his arms, tucked your head under his chin, and let you lay on his chest, fingers tracing slow circles on your back. “You okay?” he whispered. You nodded, breathing him in, smiling against his skin. He kissed the top of your head and added, “Next time, I’ll let you think you’re in charge a little longer.”