kittie ⋆˚꩜｡

my name is kittie and i might be your conscious °˖➴

𑣲 i am afro-latina, and write for my black girls. this is your safe haven <3

𑣲 i write for jjk & cod but i’m usually thinking of smut w nerdjo

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“tell me you’re wrong while looking me in the eye.” you whispered shouted at frat!jo in the corner of a loud, bone vibrating and funky frat party. “say it toru.. and look at me.”

just a couple feet over were his himbo frat brothers and some bimbo girls who were aggressively asserting their dominance on some frat boys tonight.

fratjo swallowed the fat lump in his throat. he knew trying to kiss you and seduce you with his alluring azure eyes, and his stupid boyish grin would not work. you were too damn smart, and could pick anyone apart in seconds. which is what you were slowly doing now.

when you walked away from fratjo for only two minutes to get you both new cups of whatever liquor was left in the kitchen, you returned to see some freshman running her hands down satoru’s chest. this wasn’t surprising because 1, he is magnificent. body sculpted by gods, voice dripping with honey, and hands that could break you in seconds. 2, you weren’t his gf, not officially at least, so to others they felt they could stake a claim on him and flirt, and touch.

and gojo allows it. all the time. but it wasn’t that, that triggered you to pull him away and to the side. it was the fact that he still didn’t notice you standing just a few feet away, with the drinks he requested in your hands, watching as he pulled the freshman down into a nasty french kiss. it left your gut churning. you felt like everything you drank that night could come out. but instead you took a deep breath, handed the cups off to some random kids and marched on over to the scene unfolding.

politely you cleared your throat once you stood in front of them. the music is blaring loud, playing a mix of hip-hop and r&b, and you can tell nobody heard you because they’re still kissing. lips locked so tight they might turn purple in the next couple of seconds.

you cleared your throat again but louder, and this made the girl perk up. she quickly pulled away from gojo, and looked back at you, realization dawning in her face slowly.

drunkenly satoru looked up at you, smiled, and waved. he fucking waved like some dork.

taking another deep breath to calm your nerves. you looked at the girl sitting in his lap, covered in glitter in her hair, body, rubbing it into fratjo. her lipstick was smeared, and her boobs we’re basically about to fly out of her tiny tank top— which could be considered a bra.

“i’m giving you five seconds to get up love, and i don’t mind assisting you.” you stated as calmly as you could as you watched the girl slowly look from you, to fratjo, then back to you.

your eyebrow quirked up as if questioning why she was looking at him for assistance. slowly you put your hand up holding five fingers and ticked off two for her taking her sweet time, leaving her three seconds remaining on your clock.

with an annoyed huff the girl pushed off of satoru and stalked off back into the party, probably looking for another source of entertainment for the night.

as she stalked off, you grabbed gojo up from the couch by his polo’s collor. his freakishly tall and athletic body swayed and stumbled as the liquor he downed previously rushed to his head. “babe— slow down. i know you can’t wait to get some of me, but there’s plenty to hic go around!” then he had the audacity to laugh at the end.

plenty of you to go around ?!

honestly you knew he was an asshole but this was next level. he swore in the beginning of this odd situation-ship that he wouldn’t touch another woman if he wanted to continue this little affair, fwb— thing!! that this was. and sure you’d catch him playfully flirting but it wasn’t how he would flirt with you. never gave them that stupid dimpled smile he’d give you when you two were alone in his room, watching a stupid movie he put on. wearing his stupid clothes. and kissing him with his stupid tongue in your mouth. the same tongue he was sticking down some freshman’s throat!

and that led you to asking fratjo that question, “tell me you’re wrong and look me in the eyes.” and he moved closer to you, trying to box you in the corner, like a predator.

and that pissed you off. his hands came to grab st your hips and you swatted at his hands. he whined like you popped him. and honestly he needed more than that right now.

“babeee . . . im wrong! hic okay, i get it. she wasn’t even that cute anyways.” he looked at you finally. but his eyes didn’t not hold your gaze at the last part of his sentence.

you couldn’t help but shake your head. what was the point of even trying to talk to him while he was drunk anyways. he never understood your feelings when he was sober, so why would he now? a sad laugh left your lips as you took in the redness of his cheeks. his eyes were glazed and he couldn’t even look at you for longer than three seconds.

“that’s alright, gojo. honestly you just sobered me up, and turned me off.” you shoved at his chest so you could move around him. “i’m going to walk back to my dorms, don’t get lost getting to the freshman’s, k?” and with a final, harsh shove, you attempted to move around satoru.

“and don’t call me because you’ll be blocked before i step through my door, love. you’re officially. . dead to me!” and you graced him with a grin over your shoulder.

but instead he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his chest. his face was close enough to smell the liquor in his breathe. his lips were now frowning, not into a cute pout you’d usually see but into a slight snarl. “you know you don’t mean that. so now you look me in the eye, and tell me you mean that.”

his eyes were searching yours like what you said actually affected him for once. trying to see if he could detect if you were serious or not. and honestly you felt like this time, you were.

who was going to wait around on some boy who couldn’t control his sexual urges? your adults for christ sake. he needed to act like one. a mature one.

while holding his gaze, with a tilt of your head you replied, “i mean it, gojo.” and ya led your wrist out of his hold.

he tried to reach out for you again but you jumped back, causing him to trip over his feet and bump into some of his frat buddies. he was shaking his head in disbelief, like you had the audacity to leave him. like you could even leave him and actually not come back.

but he’d see this time. he’d see how well someone else treats you and you’ll make sure he knows. that he sees it. maybe you’ll go for one of his hot frat boys. sukunas’ been eyeing you for awhile now. . . you’ll make sure he knows exactly what he lost. so with a roll of your eyes, and a flick of your hair you turned on your hill and walked away.

definitely swaying your hips a bit, and absolutely rubbing your temples for the incoming migraine that would be satoru who will be finding alternative ways to contact you in the incoming week.

his lips would start kissing at your temple. tender and gentle because if he kissed you too roughly you’ll get riled up. then his kisses would trail down your face to your eye lids. the brush of your lashes against his lips tickled, and he’d smile against your eyes. after your eyelids it’s your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips. he can feel you smirking.

always.

because next is your favorite part.

his fingers would take hold of your chin and coax your face closer so he could look into your eyes. glassy, hooded and beautiful. your pupils so round, he could’ve sworn they were shaped like the moon outside the window. “my beautiful, sweet girl.” he’d whisper and then press his lips against yours. soft as he sucked onto your bottom lip, and released it, pressing another kiss just as gentle. his calloused hand came to cradle the back space between your head and your neck. keeping you there against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his snow white hair.

satoru broke away from you finally, breathing in much needed air. your chest against his heaved, a whine leaving your now pouting lips. you leaned up, brushing your nose against his. he knew you wanted more, you always do. so he captured your lips once more. devouring every gasp, and sound you made. satoru kissed you like he needed the very air you breathed. his free hand not cradling your head, trailed down your waist and around your lower back to pull you closer to him. so that now you were flushed together, no space in between you just how he liked it.

he could feel your hands began to loosen their hold on his hair. your pants started to even out, and your kisses grew slower, languid. he knew you were just shying away from succumbing to sleep right then and there. so with one final audible wet muaw, he parted his swollen lips from your own.

and satoru watched as you curled your face into his neck, humming in contentment. his hand cradling your head moved to caress your cheek. willing you away from him and to the beautiful land of dreams where’d you’d reunite with satoru somewhere in a field of flowers.

because no matter what, in every life, in every dream and nightmare, in the middle of a battle with curses, you and satoru knew you’d always be right in his arms. kissing each other to sleep or awake like a ritual of ultimate love.

then he calls your name and snaps you out of your trance,

“hello? are you with me still?”

and his pink lips smile awkwardly at you. his beautiful azure blue eyes stared at you, awaiting an answer.

“oh! yea— yes of course!”

you giggle and swallow audibly. looking away from him before he could see your skin blossom with heat. you hear him mumble an okay.. and flip through his notebook. your eyes drift down to your hands and your fiddle with your rings, biting your lips until they’re red. no way are you falling for your tutor… i mean, he’s not even on your level! but he’s so mesmerizing ! !

lately when you two meet up, you can’t even focus. you’re just drawn to his scent of mint and something sweet like candy. . . his chuckle when you fumble over a question, his boyish and shy demeanor just makes you want to eat him up. then he calls your name again and his hand is on your shoulder. you jump like you’ve been caught stealing cookies out of a jar your mom definitely told you not to touch.

“are you okay..? you seem very out of it right now.”

and honestly you’re even more out of it feeling his hand on your shoulder. you can feel his thumb rubbing a soothing o motion as if to bring you out of your thought and back to him and damnit it’s working but not in the most efficient way. your skin just feels like it’s on fire, and you don’t know how to describe this feeling because usually you only feel it during sex!

and god… you realize you’re literally a mess. getting turned on because your super hot tutor is trying to get your attention because you probably look stupid right now. and at that horrifying realization he’s caught you twice lost in thought about him.. you turn your head to look at him, smile and laugh awkwardly as you pick your bag up and bolt. you stood up so abruptly that your chair fell back and hit the floor, and you didn’t even notice because of how fast you ran out the doors of the campus’ library.

satoru tried to call after you but it truly was no use. one moment you were sitting in front of him, the next you were gone. he sat there for a second with his hand hovering in the air, and then scratched the back of his head before turning back to pack his things up. i guess that tutoring session is over .. ? ?

he shook his head, confused on why you were acting so weird today. and now that he’s thinking about it, you were awfully hot when his hand was on your shoulder. he made a mental note to text you about it later when he got back to his dorm. though as he finished packing his bag he saw something sparkly from the corner of his eye, catch the light of the lamp on the table of your study table. he turned to inspect and it was your diamond hello kitty bracelet that you took off earlier because he said you were playing around with it too much and not focusing. and right underneath it was your notepad!! he sighed and picked up both and put them in a small compartment in his bag.

he would definitely scold you for leaving something so valuable later. (he’s talking about the notepad mostly)

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or so he thought. his toes curl and he’s groaning so loud he doesn’t even hear his bedroom door open.

getting home late after work was not unusual. you had to work two jobs a day to pay your half of the rent and honestly it wasn’t too bad for what you used to pay when you were living by yourself in a nicer part of the town.

though, as you stepped through the door and sighed with relief that all of the weight has been finally lifted off of your shoulders, something felt off.

as you took your shoes off and hung your sweater up, you padded into the oddly quiet apartment. the living room was vacant. the only thing that could give away someone was recently even in there was the fact the throw blanket was discarded on the floor… a terrible habit sukuna will be finding out the consequences for in the morning. with a look of dismay you picked the blanket up and folded it neatly then placed it on the arm of the couch.

you rolled your neck around, ready to get in the shower and let the heat ease the tension out of your muscles. so you went to your room, noticing how sukuna’s door is fully shut on your way. maybe he’s out partying— or he finally decided to sleep at a reasonable time for once. once inside your cozy little room, you slammed the door shut and face planted into your bed.

as you were gathering your thoughts, and thinking about what body wash you were gonna use once you got in the shower. vanilla bean, cupcake swirl, jasmine and lav— but your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden groan. a groan that certainly just came through your walls which connect you to your roommate.

so sukuna is in fact home. but why is he making weird noises.. is he constipated or something?! with worry you sit up and push your self into your headboard. turning your head to the side so that your ear could be above the wall. with bated breath you listen again. though this time, it’s not a grown.. it’s a growl. all you could think of was the fact he might be fighting demons right now.

then you heard him pant your name. you froze in your spot against the wall. why was he panting your name of all things?! and as you listened more you could hear him moving, like he was shuffling around in his sheets. then came your name again, but it sounded strained. a huff of frustration followed evident by the way he always huffs like that when you do something stupid.

you decide to lean in even closer so that your ear was directly connected to the wall, but this makes your bed creak.

loudly.

quickly you jump back as if that’ll change the fact you have a loud ass bed. your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip in anticipation.. did he hear you? you can feel heat blossom on your cheeks at the embarrassing thought that sukuna can hear you peeping on him through those thin walls.

and now, you reconsider, because he groans obnoxiously loud, and says, "Fuck.. I know you can hear me.."

sukuna sits in his bed fisting his cock furiously. he wanted you to hear him.

wanted you to hear what you do him.

he wanted you to hear him cum.

silence flooded your room. now you were thinking, 'what the hell..' what came into him suddenly? sure, he would playfully flirt with you like some guys would. sometimes, if you accidentally leave your door cracked open while you're changing he'll sneak a peek. but he's never made a serious advance, or do something like this.

he grunts your name again, bringing you out of your thoughts, "I've.. huff been waiting for you to get home huff." his hand squeezes his base, he knows he's close now that he knows you're on the other side, possibly listening. which you are

"i stole one of your cute thongs, fuckk, hope you don' mind." he emphasizes this by taking a big whiff of what you can only assume is your underwear.

at that you gasp. that pervert! did he through your laundry hamper!?

"sukuna I know you're lying! stop that!!" you whine and slap the wall like that would get through to him. It definitely doesn't. you fear it actually turned him on more because he mocks your whine, and laughs.

he doesn't respond back. but you can hear his breathing get shallow, like he's probably about to near his climax. a feeling comes over you, and it sits in your stomach. you should really get up and get in the shower, let him handle his problem on his own. but hearing him through the walls get off to the thought of you undeniably turns you on.

"say my name..huff" he growls out like a demand. he starts to set a face pace as he strokes his cock up and down, using your thong as friction against him.

you toss the demand around in your head then decide fuck it !

"sukuna.." your voice shakes.

"again." he growls.

"sukuna."

"fuck yess, one more time princess." his hand tightens at his tip, squeezing hard.

any and all shyness seeps out of you, "sukuna." you purr teasing his name through your lips like a prayer.

all you hear is him groan and throw his head against his wall with a thud. your name spills out his mouth like a melody made song. his cum covers your thong in white ribbons, covering the fabric in thick waves of white.

you can only close your eyes and imagine that it was your actual cunt instead.

as the king of curses wife, it was your job to hold down the throne as your king was gone. to make sure things ran smoothly, and that people still knew their places.

though when your king goes away on his long journeys to attend to meaningless meetings, it pains you to see him go, and stay away for a week or two; sometimes months if something is truly important. but this journey is only two weeks, and you have one request before he goes.

“don’t forget to write to me, ryomen.” you say barely above a whisper as your hands settle on his toned chest covered by his dark maroon robes.

his lower set of arms came to rest atop of your hips, tugging you closer to his much larger frame. he huffed at your meekness, looking around at the servants and uruame who stood a couple feet away from you.

here you two stood at the front doors of his estate, and you were asking him, a king to be feared, to write to you. how could measly words written on a piece of paper that’ll fade overtime due to the ink, convey more love than his actions? he thought having his way with you this morning would be enough to fill the ache of him being gone for a while. it did not, unfortunately.

“you want me to write to you, woman? what do you take me for, a poet?” all four of his eyes looked down on you, averted and awaiting an answer.

“of course not ! but surely you can become one just for a moment,” once those words leave your mouth he lets out a dramatic cackle, “i want to hear from my husband!” you slapped one of your hands hard against his chest. he would definitely be feeling your wrath when he got back and you two were alone.

sukunas lower left arm grabbed at your wrist, holding it firmly in the air. he slowly lifted your hand up until it was in front of his lips, and he kissed your wrist. it was sweet of him, something a bit intimate. this is how know you’ve won any argument, or that he’s going to compromise.

with a shake of his head, he mumbled against your wrist, inhaling your scent, “my queen wants me to write to her..”

you nodded yet unsure if he was truly going to fulfill your request. sukuna rarely denies your needs though.

but instead of replying to you he nods to his servants, “get the horses ready, I shall leave now.” his voice commands. they scramble to do what their lord has requested.

his hand drops the one holding yours close to his lips. the hands on your waist instead pull you in even closer, and his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss. it was so sudden and abrupt that you gasped at the sudden sensation. only for a moment though. you leaned in and wrapped your arms around the expanse of his broad back, deepening the kiss once you felt his sharp canines bite at your lips. his tongue invaded your mouth once your lips parted and he licked and savored your taste, for he’d do his best to remember it on his tastebuds on these lonesome nights he’d soon endure.

uruame cleared their throat, signaling it was time to go. and to also part from each other, since you were ravaging each others mouths like animals.

as ryomen began to pull away from you, he nipped your lips one last time. his hands caressed your hips and squeezed once more to quell your his need to not let you go. once his hands fell from your sides they went to rest on his cleavers on his hip. you whined at the distance he created but knew it was time for him to begin his journey.

“be safe my lord. and be kind to those poor servants, they already fear you enough as is.” you sigh, forcing a smile upon your face.

your husband snorts and turns his back beginning to walk towards his carriage, “we’ll see. take care of my queen uruame.” he ordered, before waving a hand in the air as a goodbye.

the few servants left and some followers began to return inside but you remained watching your husbands silhouette disappear and into his ride, and watched as that too departed.

uruame watched you silently before saying, “he will be fine m’lady. please, allow me to run you a bath to ease your mind.”

slowly you nodded your head before turning around and allowing uruame to guide you inside the now big and lonely estate.

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a couple of days letter, a letter arrived in the mail.

Dear Wife,

You asked me to write. So I will. I’m no good at such mortal things, but I will try for you. I do not know what to say besides I am safe. I know you worry over nonsense, but ease those thoughts now, woman.

Has uruame fulfilled your needs thus far? Have the others been staying in line and knowing of their place? You tell me if any disrespect comes to harm you.

This night is unusually cold. Though it must be because you aren’t sleeping underneath me like a leach. How odd.. Maybe I shall bring you with me to the next meeting.

As I try to drift to sleep your scent lingers on my kosode. It is distracting, as it causes me to think of you in very.. different circumstances and positions.

What have you done to me woman?

Your King,

Ryomen Sukuna.

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imagine it’s the peak of winter and this is the time when you and satoru always complain about the cold and you think of ways to torture each other with it. either with cold hands or feet, ice water poured on the other during a shower, or purposely leaving the window open when the other leaves.

but the best part about the winter? is when satoru bulks up, and gets big and muscular. one day you just looked at him in the kitchen as he was doing his meal prep with the dinner full of lots of protein you made just cause he was bugging you so much, and his biceps were bulging with every movement he made. his veins were more apparent now and the stretch of his soft pale skin while his muscles just sat there in their glory. . . his shoulders were wider and you can see where your feet will be perched later that night.

and it’s not just his biceps that got huge, his cock got thicker and it feels like he’s reworking you every single time in the winter. and when he applies his body weight on you, smothering you with his broad chest which has expanded and feels like a pillow. you joke and tell him that he needs to start buying bras.

another thing you liked about this season was being able to smother him with your own body even though you were much smaller than him. he’ll act like you’re suffocating him so that you’re happy.

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you and simon who have been going back and forth since he’s gotten back from deployment. you smelt perfume on him that you did not seem to realize, and an insecurity you haven’t felt for long came back gnawing at you. a fear he was sleeping with other people encase he wasn’t being fulfilled by you.

simon preached, and chanted how he didn’t cheat while he was away and how it was your perfume actually! how he sprayed it over his head and balaclava so that he could feel like you were there with him at night, or on a high risk mission.

though he didn’t bring the bottle with him, and you really believed you did not have that scent. it was too “fruity” for you. so for the entire day you gave him the cold shoulder, huffed and tutted when he asked you a question, and wouldn’t even let him kiss on you.

simon felt like a lost puppy. this big 6’giant, 200something pound man was stuck in a pickle. his bird believed that her very perfume that is on her nightstand that she hasn’t thought to smell, belonged to another woman. he knew you didn’t have your brightest days but he couldn’t blame you given what military men are known for.

so as the night neared and you prepared the bed for a night of sleep, you realized simon was not waiting near the door like he usually does to watch you make a comfortable nest for you two to lay in. he was probably in the living room subjecting himself to sleep on your raggedy couch. he has attempting to done this before and you vowed to put and end to it.

no matter how upset you are at the man, you could never bare sleeping without him. you don’t know how you were doing it before and it’s terrible while he’s away but you make due with clothes that still smell like him. he’s like your furnace, and he’s so big and beefy that when you nestle into him it’s like holding a big weighted teddy bear. so your man will not be sleeping in the living room tonight.

as you fluffed up the last pillow to make sure you’d both be comfortable, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the room, walking towards the living room.

as you turnt the corner out into the open space of the living room you see simon lying down awkwardly on his side with his arm crossed and two throw pillows underneath his head. he has the small throw blanket that you use for aesthetic purposes over him but.. it doesn’t do justice covering his body to protect him from any cold.

his eyes are closed and his mask is off, discarded on the stand next to the couch. you can tell he’s not sleeping though because he has loud ass snores that could be heard from across the house.

with a tut of your lips you call out, “simon riley, get up from that couch!” you place your hands on your hips to let him know you’re not playing no games.

simon opens his eyes but he doesn’t say anything, he just grumbles and adjusts his position on the couch. you refuse to take that. you clear your throat and try again, “excuse me, i know you heard me. get up from that couch, pa.”

at that he grumbled again but sat up, staring at you with elbows on his knees. he was just looking at you, as you were waiting for him to get up and follow you to the bedroom. “now you wanna speak ta’ me?” he grunts out, sassy as always as he rolls his eyes.

you scoff and turn around, “you have five seconds riley. don’t test me..” you hold your hand out next to you, slowly putting down each finger to signify the countdown.

now simon realizes you’re not kidding because the one time he let you get to 0— he doesn’t want to remember actually. he gets up off the couch, tossing the blanket to the side. in three strides he’s next to you, placing a fast kiss on your cheek before you can swat him away. shaking your head you grab his hand and drag him to the bedroom where he rightfully belongs.

as you get inside you push him in first then close the door behind you. “you know the routine, let’s go. strip. bed. me.” you look him up and down as he’s still in his clothes and you only allow him in the bed in underwear because you prefer skin to skin. (and easy access to the goods)

he gets the memo, and he doesn’t complain. he likes when you’re mad and bossy, he always tells you how it’s sexy. simon can’t help but get a tent in his pants when you’re the one manhandling him and telling him what to do. you’re the boss lady.

as he begins to take off his clothes he watches you walk towards the bed and settle down in your spot. you curl up, eyes drifting back to him and watching like a hawk. you hated giving him the cold shoulder sometimes but he needed to learn! also at this point you realized that it was definitely your perfume because as you were prepping the bed you glanced at a bottle on your big vanity and decided to smell the scent… it was the same one that was faintly on simon’s balaclava. but you won’t admit this now.. you’ll admit this tomorrow morning.

once simon was approved bedtime ready you let him curl up next to you and only out one arm around you not both. “you serious ma?” his voice drawled in that thick accent. he was in slight disbelief but at least you granted him slight contact. you just shrugged your shoulders and told him to hush.

“enjoy what i allowed you to do and help me fall asleep, goodnight.” and with that you close your eyes and snuggle deeper into his broad chest, holding onto his arm.

simon just nods, whispering a goodnight as he watches you slowly allow sleep to overtake you. his very stubborn girl. never peaceful only in sleep. he knows he’ll be in for an earful and a confession in the morning though. but he’ll accept it over and over again, knowing what the reward might be for both of you in the end.

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older satoru gojo x insecure!reader

summary: satoru has noticed his shy doll has been off lately. after watching you flip through a magazine full of models and analyzing the pages, it clicked.

note: thank you for requesting! you basically stole this idea out of my head 𓏲ּ𝄢 also sorry for the wait i was pondering how to go abt this.

cw: angst/fluff , body insecurity, overthinking

lately things have been… off. an uncomfortable feeling hung in the air, over your shoulders. all of your focus had been directed to something in particular. something that made you queasy— uneasy. this feeling has lasted for weeks.

satoru had noticed this shift in the atmosphere. he noticed it almost immediately. maybe because of his six eyes, but he’s been in enough relationships at this age to know when something has shifted. he just couldn’t put his finger on what exactly. he figured he would make that his task for today. his doll wasn’t feeling her best, and he hated when he couldn’t make you feel like a diamond.

he began to watch you, see what you were doing, how you reacted to things. as you’d flip through a magazine and rest your chin in your hand, you’d stare at the pages hard. your eyebrows scrunched together as if you were trying to jot down how to do the makeup on the models face. Or probably trying to see what the outfit she wore was so you could buy it. then you’d flip the page with a shake of your head. satoru would be watching a nice sunday night football game, kicked back with his feet up. this is complete with you laying your head in his lap in what he presumed was comfort. wearing your pink and white striped robe, with your freshly painted toes, your snuggled into his side comfortably. satoru began to run his fingers up your arms, wanting to feel you in his hands. his hand traveled down your arm to your hips, squeezing tight so you could feel his calloused hands through the thin fabric of your robe. his fingers then wrapping around your stomach squeezing— your froze, only for a second. but satoru knew. your face grew hot and you curled in on yourself.

after that night, he didn’t say anything but he kept an even closer eye on you than before. gojo didn’t want to think, or say you were acting weird, but it was confirmed now. why’d you flinch when he touched you? had someone said something to you? he was worried that someone could have spouted some non sense to make you feel insecure.

but there was a whole different war going on inside your head. you’d never let another persons words get to you and interfere with your life. though somehow your own always gets in the way.

slowly these thoughts of you being unworthy of being by satoru’s side has been eating away at your brain. you’re starting to believe you’re too young and inexperienced for him but he hasn’t showed you signs of that. you walk past people in public and they openly ogle him, younger and older woman. even men! the fact that he looks like an angel from heaven is enough to be insecure in yourself. you’re so regular compared to him..

your past partners have never made you feel so loved though. they never treated you with the respect and kindness that gojo has given you. he had slowly taught you what love and lust are, and how to separate the two. his hands guide you to ecstasy every time he touches you, and your heart races at that feeling of his kisses on your face. but at night, as you lay beside him, with tears welling up in your eyes all you can think about is how different you feel. how dull you feel you look. all you feel like is a pathetic cry baby. you don’t know why you feel this way when he treats you so good. maybe you should change something little up.

today was a new day. another long day of walking around in a body that didn’t quite feel like yours. you chewed the breakfast satoru has made the two of you slowly, twirling the fork against the food on the plate. satoru makes conversation with you, asking things like “do you have anything planned?” “do you want to relax or go out?” “should I send you money to buy something for yourself?” all things he’d usually bring up on a regular morning.

you respond back plainly. a simple no, and a nod of your head. you attempt to give him your best smile, trying pass off as tired. he let you get away this time.

later in the evening you’re cleaning the bathroom, deciding today was a great day to clean up around the house since it’s been a while since you guys have done a nice deep cleaning. also you feel it’ll take your mind off of more pressing things. as you scrubbed at the tub and bobbed your head to the music playing you heard satoru knock on the door to the bathroom.

he opened the door and poked his head in, looking down at you, “hey baby girl, you okay?” he smiled, walking into the bathroom fully, “don’t worry about anything else after this. i handled it.” his hand comes to rest on the back of your head, petting your hair that was coming undone from your bun.

you looked up at him and furrowed your brows. why would he clean everything else up for you, when that’s usually what you do? had he felt you were incompetent to do anything else? maybe he felt you looked tired and wanted to help but you would’ve done it no problem.

“baby? you there?” he chuckled as he looked at your zoned out face. his thumb rubbed your cheek, bringing you back to him.

nodding your head, you muttered a yes, “thank you satoru.. but you didn’t have to! you know i like to clean the house.” you felt it was the least you could do since he wouldn’t let you lift a finger doing anything else besides working which he’s just now getting over.

“i know, but you don’t always have to do that alone. and you look tired, take a nap with me?” he tilted his head with a grin, as if he could be scheming something.

acting if you were thinking it over, you shook your head no. you had to finish cleaning the bathroom, and he was not about to distract you with his friend in his pants.

“after i finish, i’ll see ok?” you smiled at him and turned back to cleaning.

it was finally the end of the night, and you ended up laying with satoru but didn’t take a nap. you just laid there and rested your body really. you felt tense, satoru also sensed it. he would ask you about that tonight. he’d find out why you were acting a bit strange and distant as of recently.

so you sunk into the bed next to satoru’s warm wide frame, you sighed— exhaling a breath of relief as your cold bones regained warmth against him.

he wrapped an arm around you, caressing the small of your back. satoru took in your features, admiring your face and all of its beauty. he took in your moles and freckles, any beauty mark he saw, he’d press a light kiss to. as he played you in his hands like putty, and made you soft, he asked you, “what’s going on pretty girl?”

jutting your bottom lip out, you out at him for ruining the nice mood by asking that question. he awaits your answer, pulling your lip out more with his thumb. you kiss his thumb, earning a smile. “nothin’, i’m fine.”

your eyes dart away from his, trying to find something else to possibly focus on. his fingers came to your jaw, drawing you back to him, “none of that. look at me.” his tone switched fast, going from gentle to stern. he didn’t like beating around the bush, he told you to always tell him anything what bothered you so he could address it. you couldn’t help that you were shy, even more so when satoru was around.

“..i promise it’s nothin’.” you huff trying to wriggle your face out of his grip but you find his grip is tight yet not painfully tight, he’s holding back. his striking cerulean eyes stared down at you, scrunched up in worry yet disappointment that you wind ay anything.

“its not thing with you’re staring at yourself in the mirror, and looking at those woman in those magazines. its not nothing when you jump at the slightest pinch of my fingers on your hip or when i caress your curves.” to further his point his hand leaves your jaw and goes to caress every inch of your torso, landing on your stomach which he feels up, eventually squeezing at your waist.

you squeak, trying to bat his hand away but it’s no use since he’s got you now. satoru knew how to catch you in his trap. rolling your eyes you give up, again there was no use, he’s got you right where he wants you, you’re trapped.

“i’m just.. i don’t think im good enough— not just for you, but for me either..” you cast your gaze towards the clock in the corner of your room. looking at him is too hard as you this.

it is quiet for a moment as he rolls what you said around in his head. trying to understand what you mean, “..why?! sweetheart you’re my best girl. my number 1.” he emphasizes with a kiss to your forehead. his hands come to crawls your face with such care as if you were the most delicate thing in the world. and you are. his delicate jewel, his sweet girl.

you shake your head, no, as if what he was saying isn’t true. now you can feel the tears welling in up in your eyes and the slow incoming of those hiccups that make your chest rattle. and satoru can sense it— can feel it. he knows you better than you know yourself at this point.

“satoru, i don’t know why I f-feel— hic — this way! i’m not worth any of this. there’s other girls— prettier ones that you could be with..” your hands go to hold on to his that cradle your face, his thumbs catch your tears as you hiccup the words that leave your lips.

satoru sighs, he wants you to understand how he sees you, how you make him feel. you’re younger, you haven’t had anyone love like he does, and at his age he’s never had anyone light up his life like you do. though he knows it’ll take time for you to understand, to get that your beauty is both on the inside and out.

he leans in and you close your eyes expecting him to kiss your forehead as usual but he kisses your wet eye lids. you can feel a ghost of a smile on his lips. he says your name softly, “we can figure out why,” he kisses your nose, “we can take our time, you’ll see why i love you so much.” he kisses your left cheek bone, “i’ll help you love yourself, you just have to open yourself to it.” he places a final kiss to your lips.

you stop your cries, your fingers digging into his hands as you use his palms to wipe your tears. you sniffle and take in his words. it would take a while for you to get rid of this insecurity, but if satoru was ready to stand by your side and help you feel like yourself, you were ready.

“okay.. okay.” and finally you cracked a small smile.

you burrowed yourself into his chest, and he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you tight. there were no more words exchanged. there was no need. you two would speak about this in the morning, for now at least it’s off your chest.

summary: birthday sex.

notes: something short and sexy as i work on these requests .ೀ

“fuuuck, keep pushing back like that mama.” satoru groaned as he met your hips with his mean hard thrusts.

he hand you pinned underneath you on your stomach, with your head pushed down into the mattress but turned to the side so you could still breathe. you still had on your birthday dress, bunched at your hips and probably ripped. your birthday corner sat crooked on your head.

as soon as you two got home from your birthday party, he stripped you with his eyes then followed through with actions. he picked you up and took you to the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed and teasing you, slowly making you unravel underneath him. he didn’t give you want you wanted until you were trembling, and telling him not to be mean because it was your birthday. and this is where you’re at now. chasing an incoming high that is going to definitely put your ass to sleep.

“toru pleasee! feels so good mmm..” you moaned loudly as he hit a spot inside your body that had you seeing stars. at this point you were praying to god that you even wake up if you pass out after this.

he kept you pinned still, but he replaced his hand with his back, leaning his body weight over you and wrapping his arms around your abdomen for leverage to pound into you harder. his lips kissed the shell of your ear as he burrowed his nose into your scalp inhaling the scent of your perfume and conditioner.

that made his cock twitch inside you, causing him to near his release too. his thrusts got faster, he began to groan loud in your ear, letting you know how pussy drunk you’ve gotten him.

“cum in me ‘toru, i wanna feel it inside of me!” you squealed out as he slapped your ass suddenly, and the his other started playing with your clit.

he nodded against your neck, biting down to hide those nasty whines leaving his redden lips as your cunt pulsed and tightened around his length in a pattern.

“c’mon then, cum baby.” his thrusts started to falter and his hand started to apply more pressure on your clit, rubbing in fast circles.

your lips parted into an o, eyes rolling backwards as your back arched into a nasty curve. satoru followed you, his chest filling the curve of your back perfectly like a puzzle piece. he came in you quickly after, adding his final thrusts to make sure all of his seed was in there nice and snug.

“feel that baby, might get a nice gift for your birthday in a couple of months.” satoru kissed your temple and all you could think about was how nice his cock felt snug inside of you as you closed your eyes.

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summary: you invite your boyfriends over for the first time and they weren’t exactly expecting this when they walked into the bedroom.

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today was the day that your two sweet boyfriends would come over for the first time. you had cleaned the apartment thoroughly and even mopped every single floor of the house. every surface was practically shining once you were done. now technically you didn’t have to do all of that, but you simply wanted the boys to think you were organized and sane. not a messy hoarder (which you be sometimes).

though, it was one thing you were nervous but also amused about. you guys have been dating for a year and you’d always go to their apartment instead of yours because you’ve always deemed your own too small for those giants. also your cats would probably be irritated by the presence of a man home. but the boys never bothered you about it, never asked too many questions. maybe you just weren’t fully comfortable yet.

after your scheduled date night two days ago, you popped the question as you popped a bottle of wine, “would you guys like to come over to my apartment on monday? let’s do a movie night?”

they exchanged a glance at each other, and shared a smirk, to which suguru replied, “sure, why not? you better pick good movies this time.”

you giggled at his comment, taking a sip of your wine. your heart was skipping beats in your heart, for they did not not what you had going on in your bedroom.

so here you are now, standing in the door frame of your very clean room. you took in the surroundings and realized, ‘they might freak out.. but maybe they’ll fuck with it.’

as you sat on your bed, and waited for them to call to let you know they were outside, you gave your cats a quick pep talk. your calico laid on your stomach, her name was cali, and your siamese girl rested underneath your arm, her name was sativa. “ok girls, so my boyfriends are coming over you know what that means right?”

cali just blinked up at you, sativa meowed as if replying to you. “thank you baby, see she listens, you don’t cali. anyways, be nice ok? you only meow nicely no hisses, and we purr when they pet you understand?”

the cats just look and blink slowly at you, sativa meows again. she’s always been a good girl, cali was a sweet and sour patch kid.

as you pet your babies, your phone rang from your night stand. sitting up, setting cali to the side, you picked your phone up seeing it was satoru, you smiled. a little nervous but excited, you answer.

“BABYYY! We’re outside, let’s us in boo boo bear.” he beamed through the phone. you could hear suguru tell him to quiet down in the background.

“i’m coming loves, let me put my slippers on.” you chimed.

“take your time.” suguru said your name so sweetly at the end, always so patient with you. your heart just melted in your chest.

with a final look of yourself in your mirror, you tossed your hair to the side and began your journey towards your front door. “ ‘m coming.” you remarked, then hung up as you neared the door.

you could see the outlines of their figures as they waited outside. with a deep breath, putting your big girl pants on you opened the door with a nervous smile.

as soon as the door opened the boys laid their eyes on you, taking in your natural state. you had on pink pajama shorts and a white tank top with a cropped pink cardigan on top to keep you warm inside your usual cold apartment. on your feet you had the cutest slippers ever on, bear feet shaped with little claws sticking out of the toes.

“you look so cutee, c’mere.” satoru took a step towards you and grabbed at you to pull you in towards him. he pressed kisses on your cheek bones, and the bridge of your nose. he took in the beautiful song of your giggles, as you tried to push him off of you.

“enough! ‘toru, i’m going to punch you. get inside it’s too cold!” grabbing onto his shoulders and walking backwards, suguru followed you two in, closing the door behind him.

they took their shoes off at the door and took in the small comfy space around them. you had decorations up of either hello kitty, pokémon, or pictures of you, them and your cats. they smiled at that.

“my bedroom is over here,” you nodded your head towards your room through the narrow hallway, “maybe later we can come back in here and i’ll cook us dinner?”

they nodded at that and followed you towards your bedroom. your heart began to beat in your chest, much like earlier but faster this time. you weren’t hiding a secret but it was just you were a bit embarrassed about the interior design choice. you stop them once you get to the door.

“um.. just know that, my room looks a little different than how it does out there. this is my sanctuary soo it might be a bit much but you know I love you guys!” you rambled to spare time.

suguru just raised an eyebrow and said, “listen, we’ll respect your space. if you’re not comfortable with us in—” you cut him off before he says anything else.

“NO! ahem.. no! just come in!” you nudge your door open, and tip toe in as if you were sneaking in late at night and trying to be careful so your mom doesn’t hear you.

what they saw when they walked in was not what they were expecting when you said different from what they saw of your living room.

as they stepped in to your room, it felt like walking into a gallery of art work dedicated to them! the first thing that caught their eyes was the pink and white flag on your ceiling, with a photo of them in the middle. then on your walls were pictures of them, and different tapestry’s of their faces on them. they both took in an audible gulp because it didn’t stop there it kept going. your bed was covered with their faces. you had plushies of them next to your pillows; each dedicated to one of the boys. honestly, they knew you were a bit obsessed with them but this was next level.

satoru began to laugh as he continues to stare at the plushie that looked like him. “where.. do you even get half of this??”

you look at him with puppy eyes and pout your lips as if to warn him to stop laughing at you, or your room, both! “from amazon.. or anywhere that really lets me you know.. put your face on stuff.”

satoru starts wheezing at that. as if that was the funniest joke you’ve ever told. but it wasn’t a joke, it was real life. suguru was trying to cover his face with his hands. a very obvious blush crept up his cheeks and his ears, he was slowly turning into an tomato by the second.

“is.. is this where all the money we send you go?” suguru asks from behind his hand. he sounds a big muffled but you can understand what he’s saying.

a bit embarrassed you reply, “sometimes.. but not all of the time!” you correct yourself, pointing your finger in the air to hold your point.

he nods at you, taking in the scenery around him again.

satoru began to move deeper into your room, taking a seat on your bed and picking up the plushies that resembled him and suguru and held it up to his face while looking at you. it had to be the most adorable thing ever.

you gushed immediately and took your phone out to start snapping pictures of the boy. “so cute so cute!! suguru get over here too! i need to make this my wallpaper.”

suguru begrudgingly waked over and sat next to satoru as he posed effortlessly next to him, enjoying this actually. “get my good side babe!” toru puckers his lips out as he grabs onto suguru pulling him in more and dangling his twin plushie besides his face.

you couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before you. suguru stared dejectedly at your camera but you could tell he was amused at this by the small lift at the corner of his lips. you took as many photos as you could of them in your insanely decorated room because who knows when the opportunity would come again.

after what felt like 10 years of you taking pictures of them, suguru pulled you in to sit you between them. they both playfully pinned you underneath their lanky arms and legs. “we need to talk about the scenery in here.”

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