Gojo’s Glasses Have You Hot and Bothered!
Wordcount: 2k | Pairings: suguru geto x fem!reader (hi nerdjo tho lol)
Synopsis: You make the mistake of admitting you like glasses while in bed with Suguru. He makes it everyone’s problem.
Warnings: MDNI oral (fem receiving), fingering, spanking, p in v sex, overstimulation, mating press, anal, exhibitionism, squ!rting, suguru is jealous and possessive asf basically lol, reader is a bit of a brat
a/n: enjoy freaks :P first smut post woo! can you tell i’m down bad for emo geto rn lol
“Would you ever wear glasses?” You ask Suguru as he’s mid thrust.
He pauses for a second, steadying himself above you with his forearms tensing as he cocks a brow at your sudden question, his piercing shifting with the movement. His expression darkens.
“Like Satoru?” he scoffs, pushing himself deeper inside you. You gasp at the way you feel yourself tighten around him, and his dark hair falls forward as his tattooed frame looms over your much smaller body.
“Nngh-” you manage. “Y-yeah, like Satoru,” you say, hoping you aren’t flushing too much at the mention of your boyfriend’s best friend.
Mind you, this was far from a mere coincidence. Recently, you had taken a liking to Satoru’s tall frame and his stupid nerdy glasses. It was misleading, honestly. Especially considering what you knew, or at least strongly suspected, from Suguru’s offhand comments about his best friend’s presumably big dick. Of course, you’d stolen a few sneaky glances of your own, especially when Satoru couldn’t help but harden at the sight of you and Suguru kissing at parties and whatnot.
But now Suguru has that narrowing look in his eyes that tells you you’re in trouble if you don’t play your cards carefully.
“Y’know,” you shrug casually, raising your hips a bit to meet Suguru’s pace. “Just a thought,” you smile up at him, but it falters when you see his face, and he’s not smiling back.
“Just a thought, hmm?” Suguru hums to himself, ramming himself in even harder, big hands slipping up to grip your thighs and push your legs towards your head into a mean mating press. You’re mewling at the new angle that made him impossibly deeper.
“Y-yeah,” you say, letting out a shaky breath. “It’s okay, forget abo-”
He cuts you off instantly, letting out a quiet exhale through his nose that mimics a laugh, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. He stops his movements then for a second, pushing his hair back to reveal the piercings you love along his ear, along with the sharp line of his jaw that tightens. He reaches for his phone from the bedside table.
“W-what are you doing?” you stammer. He steadies his phone in front of his pretty face to unlock it before he passes it to you.
“Call him,” he says sternly.
Suguru rolls his eyes now.
“Don’t play innocent now,” he sighs. “Call him,” he states again, firmly, tapping the phone with an impatient thumb.
“Suguru, I have no idea what you’re talk-”
“For god’s sake,” he mutters, grabbing the phone back from your shaking hands, only to open his favorites to none other than Satoru’s contact. “You like his glasses so much, why don’t we facetime him then, hmm?”
Your eyes widen in disbelief.
“Suguru, you’re being ridiculous,” you protest. “It was just a suggestion.”
“See, you’re saying one thing,” he smirks. “But you just tightened at the thought of him, so let’s see if he gets you in the mood.”
Now, you were fully aware of Suguru’s jealous tendencies. Maybe he was a bit possessive. A little controlling. But you always liked that about him. God knows you were the same way about him, too. It showed in the dark bruises that decorated your neck and breasts for everyone to see. The way you never hesitated to sink your teeth into his arms, marking his inked skin like it was second nature. It was the reason you two were so good together.
You’re left speechless, lying there, looking up at Suguru hopelessly as he lets out another exasperated sigh and decides to do it for you. You gulp as the phone rings, and Suguru patiently waits for his friend to pick up on the other line. Unfortunately for you, Satoru answers almost instantly.
Now Suguru smirks at the sight of his best friend’s clueless, naive face adorned with tortoise shell glasses. Then he turns his scheming gaze back towards you.
“Hey, Toru,” he smiles, eyes still locked on yours. He’s yet to reveal to his friend the very compromising position he’s in. “My girlfriend has something she wants to say to you,” he says, muting the phone for a second before he continues.
“Tell him you like his glasses.”
Before you know it, you’re being passed the phone, and you’re doing everything in your power to try and convince Satoru you’re not on your back right now getting fucked by his best friend. But let’s face it, you’re butt-naked, makeup running down your tear-stained cheeks, with your hair a complete bird’s nest against Suguru’s satin pillow. Loose strands cling to your sweaty face, and you try to pull your hair back before greeting him.
“H-hey, Satoru,” you force a smile.
God, he was cute with his little glasses.
“Uh, hey.” He chuckles nervously, now aware of the fact that Suguru was definitely up to something.
“I um, I like your glasses.”
He smiles at your words, a blush dusting his pale cheeks with a faint pink. You smile back.
Suguru pushes into you hard.
You wince, your face twisting into some awful expression from the simultaneous pain and pleasure you feel as Suguru resumes his steady pace. You don’t even want to imagine what Satoru sees, so squeeze your eyes shut, praying Satoru’s hearing also isn’t good enough to catch the pounding and squelching on your end.
Suguru smirks, nodding for you to continue.
“They’re uh, really cool,” you add, biting your lip to hold back a moan when Suguru decides to finally bottom-out again.
“Thanks?” Satoru questions, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He studies your flushed face and matted hair, noticing the way the mattress seems to be slowly moving beneath you…
“Are you…okay?” he asks with an inquisitive brow.
“Y-yeah, yeah!” you quickly reassure him. Suguru pulls out now, and you sigh with relief. “Just…tired,” you smile, but it quickly fades as Suguru drags himself down, pulling your legs onto his shoulders while he lowers himself to your…
“Fuck!” you whine as Suguru slowly licks a long stripe along your soaking cunt. His piercing catches along your clit, and you bite your tongue now to save yourself from any additional embarrassment. However, your hips betray you, bucking up towards his face to grind along his sharp nose.
“Yeah, uh, you don’t seem ok-” Satoru starts, a deeper flush creeping up his neck, but Suguru finally takes the phone back with a smirk, revealing part of your naked frame in the process, and you immediately scramble to cover yourself.
“Suguru!” you scream out.
“Whoops,” Suguru smiles slyly, before turning his attention back to his friend on the other line, who is busy staring at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
“What type of freak show are you two involving me in?!” Satoru asks.
Suguru simply chuckles with amusement.
“Sorry to bother you, Satoru,” Suguru says. “We’ll talk later.”
“Hey, that’s not an ans-” Satoru starts, but he’s cut off before he can say another word.
Suguru hangs up, tossing it on the table once again. Then he’s back to licking your sopping cunt with a fervor you can’t even begin to describe.
“God Suguru,” you exclaim, trying to catch your breath in the process. “What the fuck was that for?”
“That,” he says, pausing his movements for a second before he plunges his tongue back inside you unexpectedly, watching the way your face quickly contorts and body squirms at his touch. “Was to teach you a lesson.”
“Yeah?” you smirk down at him. “About what?”
He holds your gaze, taking your swollen clit into his mouth before he sucks hard, and you’re moaning out carelessly now. Your hands are tangled in his long hair, and he smirks at how fast you come undone in his hands.
“About being greedy,” he finally answers, peppering your pussy with sloppy kisses.
“That was just you being, hah-” your voice falters as he purposefully curves his tongue up towards your G-spot. “B-being petty and jealous.”
Suguru seems to disagree, and you receive a harsh slap to your cunt as a consequence. Your hips jump at the contact, but it just brings you closer and closer to your high.
“You wanna cum?” Suguru asks, and you nod your head impatiently at his rhetorical question. He smiles at your irritated expression and pouty lips. “Apologize then.”
Another slap to your cunt.
You flinch, but steady yourself, ready to tell Suguru what he wants to hear so you can finally cum.
“Suguru!” you protest, “Y-you’re not being fair. I said I’m sorry.”
You’re growing wetter by the second, and Suguru’s reluctance to give you what you wanted was really starting to piss you off.
“Sorry for what?” Suguru asks coyly.
“Sorry for being greedy,” you roll your eyes, but you should have known better than to do that.
Now he’s flipping you over with ease before a loud slap lands across your backside, and you can’t help but cry out. Suguru was relentless. He lowers himself onto you once more, and you feel his leaking tip against your ass, and you moan at his touch. He was so close to where you needed him most, and you eagerly raise your hips back to meet his before you realize he’s not going for your pussy, but rather…
“S-suguru!” you scream. “I haven’t had any pre-”
He shuts you up, hand clasped tightly around your mouth as he starts to slowly tease your asshole with the head of his dripping cock.
“Sorry,” he whispers in your ear now, his hot breath fanning across your skin, and you tense at his proximity to your face again. “What was that again?”
“I-I’m sorry for being greedy,” you whisper back.
He smiles. But his smile is misleading because he immediately pushes himself in, and you gasp at the overwhelming fullness you feel. You feel your ass clench around him, adjusting to the intrusion. You may have been tight, but luckily for you, Suguru had you so fucking wet it had no problem slipping in.
“Couldn’t–hah, hear you,” he bites your ear. “One more time, baby,” he teases, pushing himself in further, and your back arches into him instinctively.
“F-fuuuck! Fuck!” you cry out, head thrown back against his pillow. “I’m s-sorry for being greedy!”
That seems to do it for him.
He’s slamming you into the mattress at a brutal pace, and you’re moaning out, babbling nonsense, completely cockdrunk at this point. Your hand reaches down to touch your clit, tired of the little friction you were getting from rubbing against his bed. And before you know it, you’re seeing stars and cumming as Suguru continues to pound your ass with an intensity only a stupid, jealous man like him would have.
But he was your man at the end of the day.
“Mmmh–” you moan. “S-so good. So good, Sugu,” you scream, and he smiles, reaching down to replace your hand on your clit, and he pinches the nub before plunging his fingers in to your sensitive cunt in tandem with his brutal cock, curling his fingers up towards that spot that makes you squeal once more–and you lose it.
“Sh-shit!” you're stuttering. “‘S too much Sugu…ngh, can’t t-take it!"
But he’s not done, he’s working your clit again, kissing along your neck as he proceeds to fuck your ass until you’re cumming again, only this time you’re not just cumming, you’re squirting.
"Oh my god m’cumming cumming cumming–”
Your whole body is a shaking mess as your wetness continues to coat his hand. He hums, a satisfied smile on his face as he finally slows his ruthless movements and pulls out, only for you to drench his cock with more gushes of your slick.
“That’s my girl,” he smirks, planting a kiss on your cheek before he leaves to get you a towel.
As you lie there processing whatever the fuck just happened, you swear you hear him mutter something about breaking Satoru’s glasses.
