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Inumakis whole body is shaken violently as the hello kitty teddy falls into the winning hole, signifying that it was now yours forever.
“Oh my god!” You scream, jumping up and down and shaking Inumaki by his arm before crouching down and grabbing the cat from the compartment. “Oh my god, Inumaki! You are so-“ kiss “-amazing!”
You scream again and practically lunge at him, arms wrapping around his neck as the teddy is squished between your bodies. He laughs, plucking the poor cat from between the two of you and hugging you back with a “salmon” and pressing a kiss against the side of your head.
“Oh, it’s so cute, Inu!” You exclaim after taking it back, the pink and white hello kitty teddy covering your entire torso with how big it was. “You’re the best boyfriend ever!”
You hug him tightly again, squeezing him tightly. The little keychains on your purse rattle as you jump around, along with the many pieces of jewellery that adorn your skin.
Ironically, the item currently clipping your hair up is a my melody hair clip, matching with the my melody earrings. You were obsessed with the franchise, everyone knew that, but Inumaki couldn’t help but love it. He fed into your addiction too often and far too much, always giving you gifts or another item that linked to the sanrio brand.
You clutch the teddy around with you all day, keeping it close and safe from anyones grubby hands or any overflying birds. When you pass by the same set of arcade machines again, you catch sight of a new one. One that contained smaller hello kitty teddies dressed in little brown cat onesies.
You drag Inumaki over by his hand, peering into the glass machine with fascination. “Toge, I really do think this one needs a friend. Maybe a child.” You flutter your eyelashes at him cutely. “Please please please could you try and get one for me? We can have half ownership of it.”
He nods with a simple smile, slotting a coin into the machine. After two attempts, the small teddy finally falls into the box. You once again squeal from happiness, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s torso with the biggest smile ever.
“You are-“ kiss “-the greatest boyfriend-“ kiss “ever.”
His cheeks continue to turn pinker and pinker as you pepper multiple feathery kisses over his cheeks.
It happened every time Sukuna would nap, his stomach mouth would awaken like another whole entity itself and start talking to you, somehow sensing your presence every time.
Its voice, deeper than Sukuna’s yet still extremely similar, drawled out slowly. “I have always wondered what you’d taste like, woman.”
Your throat bobs nervously. “Can’t you taste things from both mouths?”
He hummed ‘no’, lip twitching up into a smirk. “Care to appease my wishes? I can already feel you throbbing on my thigh.”
You shift upon Sukuna’s lap, the man himself still deep in sleep. He remained with his eyelids fluttered closed as you slipped off the silk robe you were wearing and discarded your underwear, slowly shuffling up his abdomen until you were hovering over the stomach mouth.
“Don’t leave a starved man waiting,” the stomach growled beneath you, breath touching in between your legs and making your thighs squeeze against either side of his torso.
Hesitantly, you lowered yourself down until the thick tongue pressed flat against your heat, sinking into your slick and licking a long strip fron your hole to your clit. Your nails dig into your husbands skin immediately, lower lip tucked between your teeth to try and quieten your moans.
“Are- are you sure about this?” You ask tentatively, glancing up at Sukuna sleeping soundly.
“Mmm,” the mouth hums in pleasure. “Very sure.”
You writhed and moaned atop him, head tipping back in ecstasy, any remaining sensibility leaving your brain the second the long, thick tongue delved into your hole and ate you out as if you were its last meal and it was the sweetest thing it had ever tasted.
You’d finished twice already when Sukuna grumbled on the bed, hands twitching and eyes flickering, threatening to open and expose you of your current act. The speed at which you pull off his stomach makes the bed shake violently, throwing the discarded robe over your naked body as quickly as possible.
It’s your erratic movements that causes your husband to fully wake, slipping from unconsciousness and blindly reaching for you. You settle down next to him casually. “I’m here, Ryo.”
“Hm,” he grumbles sleepily. “Did you rest?”
You nod. “Mhm.”
“Good.”
There’s a beat of silence as you both settle down to sleep again.
i LOVEEE the way u write inumaki 🥹 i fear there arent alot of fics abt him, hes soo underrated :(( i'd love see more of your inumaki works!! 💗
thank you so much 😭😭<33 i’m so glad people enjoy the Inumaki fics because he’s so underrated it’s unfair 😓. I am currently writing some more fics of him so don’t worry, I will keep providing lots of posts about him !! 💕
You’d been quiet all day; too quiet. Reserved and occasionally snappy whenever one of the servants asked you a question. Sukuna hadn’t seen you participating in your daily hobbies; drawing, reading, knitting, some of the many you had.
When he searched for you at your normal places, you were nowhere to be found. Not in the bedroom, not in the living room, not in the flower garden where you liked to roam. No, instead he found you up the large willow tree in the back area of the estates gardens, legs dangling precariously from the high branch.
“Wife,” Sukuna growls. “Come down immediately. You are far too high, it is dangerous.”
Much to his surprise, his usually disobedient wife clambers down the tree immediately. The King of curses tries to hide his shocked expression, two arms crossing over his chest as you… walked right past him?!
He watches with one brow raised suspiciously as you strut down the garden, annoyance radiating off you in severe volumes, more than he’d ever seen from his precious, calm missus.
However, Sukuna is not a man to back down that easily. He follows you like a predator through the gardens, footsteps matching yours as you walked inside and towards your shared bedchambers. Only when he shut the heavy wooden door behind him did he speak again.
“Tell me what bothers you. I will not tolerate this silence.”
You huff, still facing away from him. “Leave me alone, Ryo. I want space.”
His frown deepens. “I can sense your frustration. You’ve infected the whole castle with it. Tell me your troubles.”
There’s a long stretch of silence as you refuse to answer for some strange reason that Sukuna is yet to know.
“Are you menstruating? Is that the reason?”
You finally snap, hands curling up in frustration to form a ball shape. You whip your head around quickly, tears already brimming in your waterline. “Why does everyone always think a woman is menstruating when she shows emotions? Am I not allowed to feel things if I’m not bleeding? I want space! So go. away.”
Now, tears are flowing freely down your reddened cheeks and your hands come up in vexation, tangling into your hair and dragging down your eyes to roughly wipe the tears away.
Your husband studies you silently during the whole rant, only stepping forward when you start pressing your palms into your eyes that looks more painful than relieving.
“My wife, cease your crying.” Two large hands take yours and pull them down to your side, whilst a third hand rubs your head and cheek in a soothing motion. “Please,” he murmurs. Ryomen was unaccustomed to fragile human emotions, especially those that involved the appearance of tears. Thanks to you, he had encountered a fair few since being married to you, yet he still classed them as strange and unfamiliar.
You bury your head into his chest, silky robes gaining small dark, wet patches from your tears. Your little hands grasp onto of his arms, fingers squeezing around his beefy biceps. “I’m sorry for yelling,” you mumble apologetically into his skin.
He tuts. “Don’t be foolish, woman. Lay down and tell me what troubles you. The servants will prepare a bath.”
He guides you slowly to your shared bed, settling you down like fragile glass against the soft covers. You grasp onto him like he’s your only lifeline, eyelids dipping in tiredness.
“Just a rough week,” you utter out to him, like a secret only for his ears. “I’m tired and everything seems to be going wrong. Everything feels wrong.”
He lightly taps your thigh, an encouragement to explain.
“The bed sheets are too heavy, the bread I made was too sticky, and the drawing I did was so disproportional it looked stupid.”
Red eyes study yours intensely until you can’t maintain the contact any longer, dipping your gaze to the sheets below you. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have-“
“Silence, wife. No complaints of yours are stupid. I will have the servants get new bedsheets, make new bread, and order new pencils.”
A small smile touches your once frowning lips. “Thank you, Ryo.”
You stared curiously at the peculiar muscle on your husband’s toned stomach, currently closed as he naps beneath you on his chaise lounge. One finger reaches forward, lightly tapping against the outline of the mouth before pulling back.
To your surprise, it opens, lips curling into a cocky grin before it starts… speaking?! Its voice is deep and matches Sukuna’s perfectly, large tongue flicking out.
“Curious, hm?” It drawls slowly, flashing the sharp canines that had been hidden just seconds ago. You lean over to the nearby table, pulling a strawberry from the box and holding it tentatively near the mouth.
“Do you eat food?” You asked, sounding a little stupid talking to your husband’s stomach.
It laughs lightly, lips spreading in amusement. “I do, woman. What do you have in mind? A finger? An arm?”
You grimace. “Ew. No, I have a strawberry.” You press the tip of the strawberry against the tongue, watching it pull the fruit from your grip and chew loudly, red juice staining the sharp teeth.
You watch mesmerised at the unusual body part, noting how expressive it was and how it still managed to work even when Sukuna himself was asleep.
“Do you want another?”
“Hm.” The mouth hums for a second before the tongue flicks out and presses down flat against your two fingers resting against his lower abdomen.
Hesitantly, you lift them, saliva coating your fingers as Sukuna’s mouth stomach sucks on them greedily as if trying taste their flavour. You’re sat in awe, entranced as lewd sucking sounds fills the room.
“Ngh-“ Ryomen grunts suddenly, arm lifting from over his eyes as they flicker open. Immediately, his mouth pulls away from your fingers, closing innocently and leaving you both dumbfounded and aroused.
It starts simply, a quick peck to your boyfriends lips as you climb into bed beside him. Then, another kiss when you crawl on top of him and settle on his chest, head tilted up to admire his beauty.
Your lips find his nose, peppering tiny kisses over the pale skin and working over his cheeks, watching his eyes flutter when you got closer to them. A few more were pressed against his lips before you glanced up and realised his eyes had flickered shut permanently. You pushed your head up and pressed more kisses against his forehead, feeling his grip on your waist loosen as he fell deeper into sleep.
You held back a quiet laugh as you felt his chest rise and fall in even rhythms, finally getting the rest it deserved after a hard day of fighting curses. As you tip off his chest and settle next to him on the bed, his arm falls to the mattress and a deep rumble emits from his chest. Yuta looks so peaceful like this, the constant frown lines on his forehead gone when he’s deep in unconsciousness, no longer worrying about the dangers of the world and trying to protect everyone he cares for.
It’s amusing how he falls asleep from only the gentle caress of your lips against his skin, and even more amusing when he wakes up a few hours later, blindly reaching for you as you watch TV and stuff your hand in a bag of popcorn.
“Baby?” He asks curiously, sitting up and blinking the sleepiness away, slender fingers reaching to touch yours. “How long was I asleep for?”
“A couple of hours.” You shrug and turn to him, breaking out in a smile seeing his disheveled hair. “You fell asleep when I was kissing you.”
His eyes find yours immediately before he groans in embarrassment. “Sorry, darling. I was tired from my mission.”
“It’s okay. It was cute, really.”
“Cute?” He croaks out.
You nod. “I’m starting to think I have magical sleeping powers.”
You stared curiously at the peculiar muscle on your husband’s toned stomach, currently closed as he naps beneath you on his chaise lounge. One finger reaches forward, lightly tapping against the outline of the mouth before pulling back.
To your surprise, it opens, lips curling into a cocky grin before it starts… speaking?! Its voice is deep and matches Sukuna’s perfectly, large tongue flicking out.
“Curious, hm?” It drawls slowly, flashing the sharp canines that had been hidden just seconds ago. You lean over to the nearby table, pulling a strawberry from the box and holding it tentatively near the mouth.
“Do you eat food?” You asked, sounding a little stupid talking to your husband’s stomach.
It laughs lightly, lips spreading in amusement. “I do, woman. What do you have in mind? A finger? An arm?”
You grimace. “Ew. No, I have a strawberry.” You press the tip of the strawberry against the tongue, watching it pull the fruit from your grip and chew loudly, red juice staining the sharp teeth.
You watch mesmerised at the unusual body part, noting how expressive it was and how it still managed to work even when Sukuna himself was asleep.
“Do you want another?”
“Hm.” The mouth hums for a second before the tongue flicks out and presses down flat against your two fingers resting against his lower abdomen.
Hesitantly, you lift them, saliva coating your fingers as Sukuna’s mouth stomach sucks on them greedily as if trying taste their flavour. You’re sat in awe, entranced as lewd sucking sounds fills the room.
“Ngh-“ Ryomen grunts suddenly, arm lifting from over his eyes as they flicker open. Immediately, his mouth pulls away from your fingers, closing innocently and leaving you both dumbfounded and aroused.
It’s not that you spent too much, or that you were too controlling of the list, or that you didn’t help.
For some reason, you were so touchy. Not that Nanami would ever complain about such affection, no. He loved it, truly. However, it felt as if you had been possessed by a succubus whenever you both stepped foot into the food shop.
Your hands would trail everywhere, along his waist, fingers delicately wrapping around his bicep and squeezing every few seconds. In empty isles, his ass would be slapped until he was sure you’d left a mark, him silently ticking off items as you tried to act nonchalant playing with his belt loops.
What was a girlfriend meant to do, though, watching the handsomest man ever walk around with reading glasses perched low on his nose? Biceps flexing as he pushed the cart in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration as he checked over the list again and again. Were you really expected to keep your hands off?
Unfortunately for Kento, you couldn’t. Hell, he almost got a boner halfway through the shop when you decided to palm his bulge firmly in an empty isle. Nanami’s head tipped down with a groan, one hand gently taking ahold of your wrist and trying to pull it away.
“D-Darling, I appreciate the affection but maybe we could save it for somewhere more… private?”
You pout up at him, dropping your hand with a huff. “Fine, I’ll wait.”
Until the car.
Good thing Nanami parked in the back corner of the car park otherwise you were sure the whole town would have seen the vigorous rocking of the car as you pushed Nanami into the back seat, mounting him like some wild animal in heat.
You sunk down onto his thick cock quickly, head tipping back and moaning whoreishly. Nanami kissed up your breasts, quickly attaching his lips to yours as he guided you up and down on his cock, the wet phap phap sound filling the silence of the car. Your fingers entangled into his blonde locks, messing up the neatened style.
Heat bloomed in your lower belly all too quickly, movements faltering as his grip tightened, moving you himself as your legs practically gave up on you.
You came at the same time, one hand gripping the back seat headrest as thick ropes of semen shot up into your womb, leaving you feeling bloated and full as you pulled off with a sheen of sweat covering your forehead.
If this was what happened after every shopping trip, then Nanami couldn’t find a reason to complain.
Toji Fushiguro was a lazy bastard, and honestly, you were unsure how he was even dating you. He lived in your house and still somehow managed to be the laziest, most annoying creature ever.
Like now, manspreading on your couch with a half empty beer bottle in hand, a collection of fully empty ones sat on your (once) clean coffee table. As you walk in, you can’t hold back the eye roll and tut at seeing him lounge about doing nothing.
“You couldn’t have put those in the bin before getting another one?” You grumble, refusing to even touch them.
He cocks his head over to you, one eyebrow raising. “Hm, I’ll do it later, ma.”
“You said that the last time I asked.”
He frowns. “Yeah, well I’m tired.”
“From gambling?”
He scoffs. “So what? I earned us money.”
The attitude on that man was unbelievable. You would’ve gotten rid of him years ago if it weren’t for one thing. He’s surprisingly submissive.
“No words? You seemed to have a lot earlier,” you mocked, gripping his jaw as you leaned over him, squishing his skin firmly.
He only grumbles something in response, biting his lip when you sink down to the base of his cock again, eyes flicking between your face, breasts, and where your pussy was sucking him in.
You lean up straight, watching his biceps flex next to his head, hands tied to the bedpost above him. The rope wriggles in his grasp, wood creaking as he tries to tug free.
You ride him slowly, hands grazing against his torso. “What do you say for the attitude earlier?”
He glares at you.
“Say it.”
“No,” he growls back.
Your palm lands flat against his cheek, whipping his head to the left and leaving a pink mark. At the same time, his hips involuntarily buck up. “Say. it.”
His throat bobs, not turning to look at you again as he mumbles, “I’m sorry.”
“What was that?” You feign, leaning forward and forcing him to look at you again, firm grip on his chin.
“I’m sorry, ma. Didn’t mean to give you attitude.”
“And?”
“And I won’t leave my beer bottles on the table again.”
Inumaki lives by the idea that his dorm is also yours. You know his key code to get in, he has a drawer dedicated to your stuff, your second toothbrush sits against his, and he always stocks up on your favourite snacks and drinks.
When he returns to Jujutsu high, well after midnight and stepping quietly through the hallways, his bed always seems to have a visitor. You, buried beneath the covers in one of his t-shirts, tiny pyjama shorts hugging your thighs, squeezing your child shared teddy in deep sleep.
He strips quickly, too exhausted to throw on pyjamas and slips behind you, only in boxers, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. His head dips into the curve of your neck, lips pressing feathery kisses against the exposed skin and inhaling deeply.
Sleep soon overtakes him, bodies pressed up against each other and providing familial warmth, breaths in sync even when unaware.
In the mornings, when you finally awake encased in Inumaki’s arms, you stretch your own above your head, rolling to face him and placing little kisses on his nose. His face crumples up slightly, cursed speech marks moving with his skin as he slowly rouses from slumber.
These mornings are filled with soft love, gentle touches, lingering kisses, and little hums of communication. The pain in his throat from the previous mission subsides the more he stares at you, the more you press your soft lips against his, curing his mouth from any evil it has committed.
During the weekend, when students are finally allowed time to relax, you choose to spend it lounging around your boyfriend’s dorm instead of your own. You sit in his lap whilst he plays video games, cover his face in hello kitty stickers, cover his wall in pictures of you two, mess up his bed every time you sprawl out on it, and force him to watch your favourite youtubers together.
It is one evening, however, eating dinner on Inumaki’s lap as he plays fortnite that you turn to face him, tapping him on the cheek. His focus is redirected over to you for a few seconds before he glances back at the screen again, placing his character in a safe place.
“I have a question,” you begin shyly.
“Salmon?”
“Do I stay in your dorm too much? You can tell me to leave if I do.” His brow twitches in concern, one hand already reaching for his phone. “I don’t want to annoy you by constantly being in your space.”
His fingers furiously type before presenting a message on his notes app.
you don’t stay in my dorm too much. i love it when you stay for days at a time and i’d never tell you to leave >:( you can never annoy me baby <33
You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a wet smooch against his cheek. “Thank you, Inu. I was getting worried. Are you sure sure?”
He nods firmly, nudging the controller into your hands. A silent affirmation that he did want you here. Always.
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