in which boyfriend!jjk men are jealous of all the attention girlfriend!reader gives their pet cat - and boy, are they determind to win all that attention back
featuring: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna and toji fushiguro.
cw: fem reader, includes mature and nsfw content, mdni
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he wants nothing more than to punt that evil, little curse.
you don't see it but that "cat" of yours is always glaring at him as it trails behind you, smirking at him while curled in your lap, growling when he tries getting near you. he's complained to you about the "furry abomination" that keeps on trying to "ruin his life" but he's been met with nothing but an eyeroll or a kiss to the cheek or a scoff of disbelief. that creature has you on it's side.
what starts as a cute little movie nightβ thick blankets laid across the floor and adorned with soft, plush pillows and the lights lowβ turns satoru's mood sour when the fuzzy beast crawled in between the two of you. the scene on the tv screen was intimate, sensual, the perfect opportunity for satoru to pull you into his arms, cradle you into his warmth. but of course, the critter had to purr loudly and climb in between the two of you just as satoru started to run his hands under your shirt.
he watched with a burning jealous as you picked up the hairball and cuddled it, booping its nose, kissing its forehead, everything he wanted you to do to him. he watched as the "perverted" cat crawled over your soft chest and nuzzled in your stomach. you let out a soft giggle, stroking the soft hair while raising your eyes to the tv again.
not able to take it anymore, satoru snaps. "hey baby, what about me?" he whines, eyebrows furrowed. "you're always babying that...thing. you barely even hang out with me anymore."
he knows he looks pathetic and sounds even worse but he can't help it. he pouts as you explain that the kitten has separation anxiety and likes to be around you to feel a sense of safety. "i have separation anxeity too. i don't like these distances created between us because of that." he gestures at the two centimeters between you two.
"what do i gotta do to get your attention again?" he asks desparately. "do you want me to meow?"
and so he does. everytime your giving attention to that evil, loathsome kitten or he's deprived of your attention, he meows. stirring up cup noodles silently? he's pressing against your back mewling into your ears. sitting on the couch, stroking the kitten sitting next to you? he's purring, ignoring the kitten with a huff as he crawls onto your other side, laying his head in your lap. sometimes, even when he has your back pressed flush against his toned front, hips slamming messily into yours, he's got his lips next to your ears, wailing softly.
he's made this a full blown competition for your attention, for your affection and he's never backing out. as pitiful as it seems, he has absolutely no shame meowing and yowling for you.
as long as he has your attention, he's a satisfied man.
suguru remembers the day he got you a kitty. you had been hinting for a whole week about how having a kitty would be so fun, how it'd be like raising a little kid, how it would be an exciting experience. so, he bought the damn kitty for your birthday. he didn't know things would end up like this.
ever since getting the kitty, you immersed all your time and affection on it. whenever suguru looked for you, he found the cat as well. at first he tried stupid methods, saying things like "that cat is a cursed spirit, i can feel it. let me eat it." however, when he saw it wasn't working on you, he sulked to himself silently.
the two of you were resting in bed, well at least you were. suguru couldn't say the same. he was seething jealousy restlessly, glaring at the innocent kitten as it crawled across your body. you laughed as it nuzzled its way into your shirt, curling into your body heat. suguru took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he actually ate the damn cat.
he watched how you babied the cat as it shifted under your shirt and his patience gave in. he reached under your shirt, his cold hands brushing against your bare skin as he dragged the cat out. it meowed, surprised, running off into the living room. before you could talk, he cut you off.
he fit his head under your shirt, face resting in your chest. he took a long sniff before sighing in content. he pushed his face up to look at you with a frown.
"you've been coddling that stupid cat ever since we got it, did you forget about me?" he mumbles into your boobs, rutting against you just once, hard and lingering.
but when you let out a breathy moan, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, he shakes his head with a grin. "nah, how could you ever forget me?"
kento was not aware that buying you a pet would equal in it consuming all of your attention. kento bought you that cat at first because he knew you were lonely while he went to work. if he'd known that the cat would be stuck to your hip 24/7, he would thought twice about it.
it started when he came home one night after a rather hectic day, hoping to find comfort with you, maybe even in you. when you greeted him at the door, you had that cat in your arms, stroking it softly. he greeted you with a gentle sigh and a small sigh as you insisted he ate before he went to bed. the way you served dinner was nothing short of romantic in his eyes β your amazing cooking laid out neatly, an aromatic candle lit and red wine pourn into one of their expensive wine glasses. but as you sat down, you brought the cat with you, letting it rest in your lap. he ignored it at first, complaining about his day when you asked how it went, enjoying his dinner and your presence. However, when he asked about your day, all you talked about was that cat of yours.
being the patient man he was, he endured it for days. he pretended like your affection towards the cat didn't bother him, that he could handle that your attention was divided so drastically. but he wasn't used to it. he wasn't used to sharing what's his, especially with an animal.
before dinner one night, kento took the cat into the guest bedroom, leaving it in there and closing the door. the cat was fairly well-behaved so he trusted it to not ruin anything. when you got to the table, you asked where the cat had went. kento shushed you gently, pulling out your chair for you and ushering you to sit.
"it's us time right now, darling." he sat across from you, smiling in adoration. "i want to make up for all the time lost towards that cat of yours."
and he did. what started as a small, at-home dinner date turned into a night of fulfillment and round off for the distance caused by your kitty. he made up for the mental distance by talking to you indepth about everything that bothered you, made you happy, and made up the physical distance by fucking you raw against the dinner table. the plates were pushed aside and instead you laid across the table, his very own main course. he rammed into you, cooing encouragements and honeyed words in your ear. when he's finally satisfied he pulls out, watching the way you clench around nothing with a groan.
without warning, he lifts you into his strong, meaty arms, carrying you into the bedroom. "pay more attention to me, yeah?" his voice was soft but his face looked like he was pleading.
he sighs in relief as you nod. take that, kitty.
ryomen hates that "kitty witty" of yours. he hates how it cost a shit ton of his money, how it was always lurking around you, how loud its meowing was, and its quasi kind eyes β he just knows there is malicious intent lurking behind those big, manipulating eyes.
but most of all, he hated how it completely stole your attention. anywhere he looked, you were immersed with the kitty, encouraging it's wicked activities. he hated even more when it clung to you like it couldn't live without you, meowing and yowling whenever you would leave it for a while.
even when the two of you were cuddling, watching something on the tv, that stupid cat had to interrupt by hissing at ryomen as it climbs into your lap. in a moment of frustration, sukuna grunts, sitting up tall. "woman, i'll tell you now, if you don't get that damn cat out of here-" but you ignore him, waving off his request and petting the kitten.
later that night, while getting ready for bed, you ask him about the cat. "no, i don't like it. how can you not see how evil and crooked it is?" you snickered at the hypocritcal question to which he growled, sinking into the mattress. he rolled his eyes as you yap about how it's just a "small, harmless kitty" and how it's "the best kitty witty ever."
sukuna looked at you like you offended him. "it's not the best kitty ever."
before you can ask him what he meant by that, he's hovering over you, pushing your sweatpants down. he pats your glistening cunt, spreading the lips apart with a grin. "she's the best kitty ever. don't you get it wrong."
he shoves two fingers in, cackling as your moans mix with tye squelch of your hole. "hear her mewling? 10x better than that cat can." he doesn't wait, pumping his fingers in and out of your gummy walls. he listens to the squelches, the wetness, your moans, grinning like an idiot all throughout it. when you cum, he keeps pumping, just a little longer to hear you whine and feel you overstimulate against his fingers.
he pulls them out, licking them clean before leaning down and kissing your pretty pussy. he looks up at you, amused, before mocking you with another pat to your pussy. "good job, kitty witty." he laughs and lays back down next to you.
toji didn't like the cat. not because he held a personal vendetta against pets or anything, but because it was a "waste of money." the actual cost of the cat, the veterinary bills, the extra food. it was so depressing to see how the money in his account would decrease even more with all those costs.
but he only started hating the cat when it started taking you away from him. you were so busy entertaining and playing with the cat that it seemed like you forgot he existed. it was like the cat and you had to be together 24/7. two balls in a sack, or whatever the saying was. point was, he missed spending time with you, not that he'd ever say it to your face.
he missed his pretty girl who cling to him instead of the cat. he missed his pretty girl who'd say unfunny jokes that no one but she would giggle at. he missed his pretty girl who would annoy him relentlessy. he just wanted your attention again.
"let's cuddle and watch whatever cheesy romance movie you want." he held the remote out to you as you sat on the ground, pointing a laser around for your cat. you shook your head, refusing kindly, saying something about how you wanted to keep playing with the cat. he put the remote down gently (because it cost a lot of money and he doesn't feel like buying a new one) before, picking the cat up putting it in the cat play pen you bought (which was also very expensive).
"been a damn brat to me, lately." he picked you up next, dropping you onto the couch. he pushed your skirt up to your waist, and pulled your panties to the side. "gotta teach ya a lesson."
he pulls his pants down, just enough to free his massive, thick cock, grinding it into you. his pace is ruthless, your thighs pressed into your shoulders as he takes what he wants. he drinks in your moans and whines, his thrusts doubtlessly splitting you in half. he pulls out just in time to paint your cunt with his warm cream, licking his lips at the sight. he collapses against you, holding you close.
"you have any idea how fucking annoying it is when yer not bothering me?" he realized that his sentence was contradicting itself but to him it made sense. "pay attention to me too, brat."
he kissed your temple before falling asleep against you. you couldn't help but grin at how domestic he was even though he hated it.
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note: this ones been marinating in my drafts for an embarrassing amount of time... but ayee the semesters over! π₯Ή not proofread
