EYES ON THE PRIZE ❥ satosugu x reader
synopsis: a night of friendly drinking takes a turn when you find yourself having a threesome with your beloved boyfriend and his best friend. you always knew satoru was shameless when it came to pleasing you— but you'd never expect him to agree to the crazy idea of him and suguru putting on a show for you.
cw & pairings ; gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru x gojo satoru, mutual maturbation, whole lotta dialogue, visual stimulation, absolute filth with no plot, subby!satoru, praise, frotting, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart ), voyeurism, honestly heavy satosugu action wink wink. slight mention of humiliation(satoru), implied intoxication ( alcohol ), threesome— mmf, dirty talk, implied expermentialism, pussy eating @ the end, don't like? don't read!
a/n : recently, my equally sick friend (@yourm0om) has enlightened me on what frotting is and this scenario has been eating my brain since. creds to her for putting me onto ball knowledge. (I've never wrote a threesome fic before, bare with me )
truthfully, you couldn't wrap your head around the bind you'd ended up in—it's not like you weren't enjoying it, though. that's what made it harder to comprehend: simply the fact that it was happening.
It was a drunken joke at first… telling the two boys off for always getting into petty arguments whenever the three of you decided to take a few drinks.
it was never occasional with them either; no matter the topic, they'd end up in unreasonable debates about why the others’ opinions were wrong.
you thought it was pretty funny— telling them to “kiss and make up”. you just never imagined they'd literally kiss and make up.
it started uncertain, satoru questioning if you were being serious. the pout of his lips gave everything away, the possibility most definitely ran through his mind.
it was actually more apparent on suguru’s face. his eyes prying away from you in embarrassment, the poor thing panicked. he didn't even notice the way his ears were turning red— they both clearly imagined it.
so, why not have fun with this, right?
they both knew you had a smart mouth, never missing the chance for a clever remark. even more so when you were under the influence;
“what's with that reaction?” your words were laced with the remnants of the last shot you took.
then words slipped down into a low, taunting near-purr, “cmonnn— just kiss each other already, maybe, you'll finally stop fighting.”
“are you saying… you want to watch?” suguru challenged.
his response pulled a grin from your lips.
easy much, aren't they? suguru swiftly pulled satoru onto his lips, not spending much time on thought. it was only just a kiss, after all.
the white-haired male protested immediately, his face couldn't help but expose how flustered he was. they were right back to arguing, however! it quickly ended this time when you pointed out how hard they both were. it’d be a real shame to leave them that way.
that's what led you here— the three of you spread naked on the same bed, your darling boyfriend pathetically whining as he’s got one hand enveloped around his and his one and only best friend’s cock.
both their eyes locked onto you as your back arched off the sheets, and each time your fingers brushed past your clit, a tiny gasp escaped your lips. it made suguru’s entire body shudder without fail.
“enjoying yourself, toru?” your voice thickened with amusement.
god, he was already a mess.
he struggled to answer— caught between the visual stimulation of you playing with that pretty pussy he loved being inside of, and the sensation of suguru’s teeth latching onto his neck.
oh, this was a sight to see.
and, don't get it twisted— satoru wasn't getting all the attention.
really, the attention was all on you. suguru’s gaze never left yours even when his mouth was exploring all the sensitive parts of your boyfriend’s upper body.
being able to share pleasure with satoru’s pretty girlfriend? he wouldn't miss it for the world .
both men were a grunting mess, and you loved every minute of this.
“move your hands faster, asshole.” suguru barked,
the vibration of his voice shot down satoru’s flesh—which was followed by a loud whimper and a string of words bouncing off the walls.
“suguruuu, i-i can’t— too much,” your boyfriend looks at you, tears welling in his eyes. you couldn't tell whether he was crying out of pleasure or shame.
your hands speed up. fingers sliding in and out of your slicked entrance, the bliss of watching these two on display leaves your fingers soaked in your juices.
it feels so good that you might die, moaning both their names as your pussy flutters around your fingers. you feel yourself grow weaker when your boyfriend’s fucked out expression is begging for more.
“tell me, t-toru—hah! — doesn't it feel good?” you catch yourself choking on those words, sentences faltering with each breath you take.
even more for satoru— his eyes are closed. one hand gripping the dark-haired male's shoulders as his body is nearly collapsing over him. the hand around their lengths stumbles to move, he's already close and it's taking everything in him not to finish.
“yesyesyes— mmph— it feels s-so good, baby” a hand shoots up to cover his face. poor baby, he's embarrassed.
suguru groans in frustration as an answer. his cock aching from such a teasingly slow pace, he can't help but take control now. his hips buck on their own, stroking his tip against satoru’s. you watch as the hand covering your partner's face digs into his friend's shoulder once again, his head thrown backwards from the sudden change of pace.
“suguru,” gojo sobs, his voice is hoarse from all that pitiful whining.
“i’m s’close—fuckfuck— s-stop, please-”
having an earful of him begging like that visibly sends you over the edge. eyes rolling to the back of your head when you focus on the way he's fighting to hold his composure.
suguru’s no different. it's getting harder for him to hide how near he is to release, but he’s better at keeping himself together, don't they just contrast each other so well?
“satoruuu, open your eyes” a contented purr leaving geto’s lips, rich with quiet affection and sensually rolling off his tongue.
his lips meet the other boy's lips, sharing a sloppy kiss before brushing his thumb over their swollen tips. suguru’s tongue swirling against his before pulling off satoru’s now glossy lips.
“eyes on the prize, she's almost there. isn't that right, sweetheart?”
you can feel your heartbeat in your throat now. it's insane how euphoric it feels getting off to these two— even when they focus on each other, they're both attentive to your every move. particularly suguru.
you attempt to answer his question, but instead you're twisting into a babbling mess. words sticking all together on its way out. left eye twitching when you press against that spongy part so deep inside.
dare i say, you might be enjoying this too much.
“fuck you.” gojo manages to speak, brows furrowed with an unreadable expression plastered onto his face. the slick of both their spit trickling down his chin, hinting at how close he is to shattering from reaching release.
“i’ll think about it, focus.” geto’s eyes linger on satoru for a few seconds, then, he's focused on your dripping cunt again. he's absolutely mesmerized.
one of his hands shoots up to force your eyesore of a muse to keep his sights on you. the other hand is too busy taking front before the two of them collapse from overstimulation— their cock’s pulse in the palm of his hand.
anything out of gojo’s mouth at this point is incoherent— but suguru? he's taken up doing everything to make you finish. anticipating the effect your voice will have on him when you make a mess for them.
sweet praises effortlessly waving over you each time he speaks without thinking
“atta girl, just like that”
“keep going, sweetheart.”
“ya’gonna cum with us, right baby?”
fuck— he doesn't know how to shut up either. you never imagined suguru to be so fine at talking you through an orgasm.
and, when he takes notice of that depraved whimper finding it's way out of you, he just knows what’ll come next.
“fuckfuckfuck— sugu! m’gonnacum”
they were waiting sooo patiently to hear that line, both their faces overtaken with such lewd expressions as thick ropes of white drip down their tangled fingers.
you're still overwhelmed with attention till the end.
suguru wastes no time to be the first one between your legs. eagerly glad to clean up the mess he’s worked to help make, lapping his tongue between your folds— drinking your fluids like he's already pussydrunk.
not to mention, he's all in his head after being the one you called out for .
and, satoru follows his lead without protest— leaving kisses on your plush thighs and ultimately, making your heart practically stop once his teary eyes look up at you next to suguru's.
let's just say that— you found yourself sandwiched between the two of them the next morning.
the ache of your back reminding you of how the night ended. safe to say… you woke up with two boyfriend's that morning ;)
word count : 1.2k! ✓ [more like this!]
🫐 this might take the cake for the nastiest short fic I've ever written. i don't even care if this flops, this concept itched something in my brain. please tell me you saw the vision ☻
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