✦ 𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Inumaki can’t is trying to handle allat !!
based on this request and a part 2 to this !
Inumaki had successfully made his friends believe in his relationship, but now a new trouble had arisen.
No one in public seemed to realise you two were dating. Shouldn’t it have been obvious since you were always together? That’s what Inumaki assumed anyway.
His assumptions were apparently always wrong.
The first incident happened on the beach, the sun casting an overpowering glow over the terrain, providing an intense heat that had people setting up umbrellas everywhere to avoid it.
When you had first pulled off your clothes, revealing your red bikini underneath, he almost got a boner in the middle of the beach. Therefore, he tried to stay close to you the whole time, one hand lingering on your lower back or pecking your lips at any given chance.
It managed to keep the lingering eyes at just that, no one daring to approach.
Until he stupidly decided to rest on his beach towel, two hands behind his head. You were only two or three metres from him, trying to make a sandcastle with the utmost dedication as it fell into pieces for the fourth time.
“Excuse me?”
You looked up.
Inumaki looked up.
“Yeah, you’re like really fit. Can I get your number?”
“No, I have a boyfriend. Sorry,” you replied stiffly, watching the group of boys grumble and hit each other before strolling off.
When you turned to look at Inumaki, he had his eyes closed facing the sky. You walked over to him, tapping his foot.
“Hm,” he grunted in acknowledgment.
“Toge,” you said with a smirk. “I know you saw that.”
He silently flicked his sunglasses over his nose, covering his eyes and causing you to laugh and lightly slap his chest. “You’re such a child, Toge. Did you think I was going to say yes or something?”
Silence.
You lean down and press a kiss against his abdomen, watching the muscles twitch underneath your touch. Then you lean over and press your lips firmly against his, breasts pressing into his chest and threatening to spill out of the skimpy material. His hand finally lifts, resting on your waist as you pull back.
“Salmon,” he hums gently. “Tuna mayo.”
You run your nails down his torso, watching his body shiver as you trailed lower and lower. “You’ve been touchy all day.” Your fingers trail over the waistband of his swimming shorts. “It’s been to keep everyone away, hasn’t it?” You flash him a grin. “You’re hot when you’re protective and jealous.”
He pushes his sunglasses back over his hair and looks up at you from where he’s still laying down.
“Cavier,” he grumbles.
You roll your eyes. “I presume you’re swearing at the boys and not me.”
“Salmon.”
“Good. Otherwise I would’ve gone and actually given them my number.”
Inumakis hand slips lower and grips your ass. Hard.
“Just teasing.” You press another kiss to his lips. “You’ll always be my…” you hesitate. “…alpha.”
He grins at that, laughing when he sees your disgusted expression at what you just said. “Salmon,” he agrees.
The second incident happened at the arcade. A date that the two of you had planned for weeks.
The world was a blur around the two of you as you focused purely on each other, making out in the photobooth machine, hogging the basketball machine, stealing all the balls at the bowling alley from the little kids and claiming they were lucky.
“Toge! Please can we play pool?” You ask as you already begin dragging him towards the empty pool table.
As you pay for it at the counter, hand the worker the money and walk back with your little coin to start the game, a group of boys walks past, not even bothering to look at your eyes before staring straight at your low-cut top.
Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice as you lightly jogged over to your boyfriend. He wrapped a protective arm around your waist as you pressed a kiss against his cheek.
As you leaned down to grab the sticks, your breasts jutted out from your top, the soft flesh looking ever so tempting to Inumaki who was trying to focus on anything else.
Except, every time you’d lean over the table to hit the balls, he wasn’t able to tear his eyes away. Every touch and graze against his arm set him alight, making his thoughts more clouded… and more lustful.
When you finally won, you spun with a squeal of glee to brag. However, he was clearly distracted, zoned out and staring down at his hands which were gripping the stick firmly.
“Toge? Are you okay?” You asked, reaching out to graze your fingers against his knuckles. “You- oh.” When you glanced down, you saw the very obvious problem. In his trousers.
You gaped at him as he nervously glanced at you. “Toge, you are such a horny freak!” You whisper-yelled with uncontrollable laughter.
Placing the sticks down, you quickly drag him into a gender-neutral toilet and push him up against the wall. He pulls in a sharp breath as you grope him through his jeans, unzipping them and unbuckling his belt.
His cock sprang free, flushed head leaking pre-cum as it throbbed in your hand. You rub your thumb over the slit, smearing the pre-cum around his base.
Quiet moans slipped from Inumaki’s mouth as you started moving your hand up and down, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“I can’t believe you got a boner in the middle of the arcade,” you tease with a giggle, making his cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink.
“Mmm- caviar,” he groans out when your hand speeds up, the thap thap noise getting louder as he covers his mouth with his hand, eyes finally opening and immediately straying down to your chest, breasts jiggling with your quick hand movements.
You watch him intently, how he’s completely fixated. Without giving it much thought, you reach back and untie the strings holding the top together, letting it fall and expose your bra underneath, providing a much better view for your boyfriend.
You giggle again as he whimpers, one hand shooting to your hip and squeezing roughly, not so slyly slipping it down to your ass to cop a feel.
He comes unexpectedly, head tipping back against the cold wall and emitting a loud whimper, biting his lip to hold back the sounds.
Once you manage to clean up, Toge ties your top up again with relentless teasing. “You really like my breasts, huh?” You smirk.
He pulls his phone out from his pocket, quickly typing something on his notes.
I’m sorry. But they are fucking gorgeous.
You laugh, head tipping to rest on his chest. “Don’t apologise. They love the attention.”
More typing.
do THEY love the attention or do YOU love the attention
“Hmm. Both.”
He laughed, pushing his phone into his pocket again. “Salmon.”
Toge never wanted to use his cursed speech on you.
But god, it would be so easy.
It's been 13 days, 7 hours, and 2 minutes since he's last seen you. Saying he missed you would be an understatement. He was going to die, deprived of your love and affection- your mission was only supposed to last a few days, a week at most, he wasn't emotionally prep-
"Hello?? Toge? Are you still there?" Your voice chimed through the phone, concerned at his silence
"Salmon, bonito flakes." He felt bad for going silent, for worrying you, but the only thing he could think of was how easy it would be.
All he has to say is 'come home' and you'll be on the next train back.
All he has to say is 'come home' and he'll be in your arms again.
All he has to say is 'come home' and you'd be back to kiss him until he can't think straight.
⋆✮ talk louder❕
⤷ inumaki toge x yapper!fem!reader
syn. someone makes you feel bad for talking too much, so toge fixes that
wc. 671
requested! 1 & 2
usually, you’re the soundtrack of the day.
rambling about how people who drink oat milk are pretentious and how much you wished you lived in a barbie dreamhouse.
you practically know the whole city. everywhere you go, you're stopped and greeted by someone you know. you compliment strangers on the street, you grin at everyone you walk past and you have this bright, bubbly energy that never seems to melt off.
everyone knows this. you are many things. but quiet simply isn't in your vocabulary.
the commentary. the dramatic retellings. the unnecessary sound effects. the 'and guess what happened next!?' at full volume while everyone else is trying to eat in peace.
and usually, toge sits beside you, chin in his hand, listening, 'salmon,' he hums softly when he agrees, 'okaka,' when he doesn’t.
but today?
you’re quiet.
too quiet.
you’re sitting at one of the long tables, eating lunch with the first and second years, poking at your food, speaking in this weird, tiny voice that barely carries past your own tray. it doesn't even sound like it belongs to you.
“and then… um… the curse tried to, like… grab gojo-sensei…”
it’s barely above a whisper.
toge blinks.
across from you, panda pauses mid-bite, “did she just… whisper?” he asks the others.
maki squints at you “are you sick?”
you shake your head quickly. “no! i’m fine. just… talking... normally...”
this is not normal.
toge tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing. he knows your normal volume. your normal is at least a two dollar medium-sized gag gift store megaphone.
he nudges your knee gently under the table, “tuna?” he asks softly.
you shrug, avoiding eye contact. “i just… don’t wanna be loud.”
he studies you.
someone must've said something to you. his expression shifts, subtly, but protective.
you try to continue your story in your tiny, polite voice. “so then gojo-sensei was like, ‘i’m the strongest,’ and the curse just… um… called him—”
you trail off.
toge unzips his jacket. his gaze locks onto you.
“talk louder.” it comes out clear. controlled. directed only at you.
you blink.
and then—
“AND THEN THE CURSE TOLD HIM ZARA PROBABLY HAD A MODELLING POSITION FOR HIM WITH THE WAY HE WAS POSED UP—”
your hands fly to your mouth.
your eyes go wide.
you’re yelling. so loud you can see birds rocket out of trees outside the cafeteria.
maki almost chokes on her drink, megumi's shoulders jump, startled, nobara drops a chopstick. yuuji and panda burst out laughing. and everyone else follows suit.
you slap your hands over your mouth, mortified. “TOGE—!!”
“more.”
“IT SAID HIS INFINITY COULDN’T PROTECT HIS TRAGIC FASHION SENSE!”
you look like you want the ground to swallow you whole.
but the more you try to hold it in, the more the cursed command forces your voice up out of your throat. like word vomit.
“AND THEN GOJO-SENSEI TRIED TO FLEX BUT HE SLIPPED ON THE RUBBLE AND THE CURSE WAS LIKE 'MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE THAT BLINDFOLD OFF SO YOU CAN SEE WHERE YOU'RE GOING'—”
then you look at toge.
he’s smiling.
not a big one, just that small, satisfied curve at the corner of his mouth. eyes soft. proud.
and his eyes are almost glazed over, looking at you like he just won the world. because there you are. bright, loud, animated, and exactly as you should be.
you start giggling mid-sentence, still stuck at full volume, “—AND THEN HE SAID THE FALL WAS TACTICAL AND THE CURSE SAID 'I HOPE THAT BOOGER ON YOUR NOSE IS TACTICAL TOO'.”
you’re half laughing, half yelling, completely red in the face.
toge leans his chin on his hand again, watching you fondly, “salmon,” he says gently.
translation: that’s better.
the curse wears off soon enough. you meet his eyes. and instead of shrinking back down into that too-small voice from earlier…
you keep talking.
like you.
and somewhere near the doorway, gojo pouts about filing a complaint while the rest of the students lose it at your storytelling.
☆ SYNOPSIS :you storm out after a messy argument to drink your sorrows away. and even though you know they fucked up, you can't help but miss them and they do too.
summary: inumaki’s always coming home to you from missions coughing up mass amounts of blood and completely overdoing it while fighting curses with his cursed speech technique. and no matter how many times you tell him to be careful, he just doesn’t, arguing with him, giving him the cold shoulder, and completely unaware of the reason behind why he fights so hard when he’s out there— that reason being of course… because of you.
warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, toge and reader have a lil argument but it’s more the aftermath, slight sexual mention but it’s literally once and nothing LOL, no smut!, toge thinks he’s not doing enough SNIFFF, angst with comfort, toge is DEVOTED to you, aged up characters, pet names, afab!reader.
word count: 2.3k
authors note: short n sweet one!! wanted to give you guys a break from my MLA format essays i always make y’all read LMFAOOO!! this one is SHO SOFT AHHHH :] i hope this keeps you guys fed in the meantime while i write the next one! i love you and i love you all ALWAYS MWAAHH <33
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toge inumaki hates it when you don’t talk to him.
as if he doesn’t do that enough already, toge absolutely despises when you both get into arguments or heated discussions and you turn a cold shoulder to him— needing space to unwind and prevent yourself from lashing out even more, to let the situation simmer down.
he understands it. believe him he does— you’re upset and angry and you need time to cool off… but toge is stubborn and needy and just doesn’t care, needing you and only you, him going absolutely crazy at the silence in your shared apartment that he was starting to hear random ringing in his ear drums.
so as he sat on the couch, eyes unblinking as they stared off into the darkness of the living room as the sun had already began to set, you upstairs locked away— he wanted nothing more than to open his mouth and let his cursed speech force you to come downstairs and talk to him.
but he didn’t, though the thought was definitely tempting, as toge vowed the day that he laid eyes on you to never ever use his cursed technique on you, even if it was harmless, an oath he wanted to carry with him until his very death bed and until he was six feet under.
his ears perked up then at the quiet sounds of the upstairs room door knob twisting and clicking open, soft padded footsteps making their way down the hall and closer to where he was, feet sticking against the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.
at the sight of you with your hair a little disheveled, your eyes so red and puffy, and an arm wrapped around yourself as you rummaged through the fridge looking for fuck knows what and not sparing a single glance at him— toge felt like a fifty pound gutting weight was resting on his chest and crushing his heart.
you had both argued about something you always seemed to circle back to almost every week. but this time, you were sick and tired and fed up, seeing as toge was never going to try and understand the situation at hand through your worried eyes.
every time toge was out for a mission, you would spend your days anxiously throwing yourself over the couch or trying to keep yourself busy with random activities like baking or scrapbooking (which you deemed later meaningless), all within the sole purpose of trying to get your mind off of your boyfriend and the recklessness he always seemed to pull while on missions, regardless of how much you begged and pleaded with him to be more careful and aware of his health.
toge inumaki had such a powerful and lethal cursed technique that frightened and astonished you all at the same time, a conflicting feeling to have when he had to leave you in the middle of the night or during the early hours of the morning to run around and fight curses… but always coming home to you warm and loving and safe.
but not right now.
not when toge had literally come home this morning with not even two steps in the door and he was already on his knees, coughing up strings and loads of crimson blood, it pooling on the floor as he had used his cursed speech to the highest degree today and had you a crying mess thinking he was dying.
and he always did that. always. today was just the worst of them all, him without a fault coming home with excruciating pain in his bruised and clawed up throat, the cough syrup medicine he usually downed like water having absolutely no effect anymore as you scrambled around every time trying to find a solution, toge brushing off your distressed and frightened rambling as if his health wasn’t a big deal, and as if how much it affected you wasn’t a big deal either.
upon you closing the fridge, toge slowly stood from the couch and carefully walked over to you, his throat still in pieces but his mind lurching and guilty over how upset you were at him.
he slowly raised a gentle hand and placed it on your shoulder, you shaking your head somberly in response— your back to him.
“i don’t wanna talk right now toge i’m sorry…” you mumbled, rubbing over your tired sore eyes.
he squeezed your shoulder, insisting.
but you only shook your head again.
toge huffed and placed both hands on your shoulders this time, physically turning you around to face him— his eyes soft and his eyebrows pinched together in pure concern for you.
you peeked up reluctantly, but the sight of his face and the events from earlier flashing through your mind only made your bottom lip wobble and the bottom of your palms shoot up to dig into your eyes, more stinging tears flooding in and slipping through the corners of your closed lids.
his heart fucking broke.
“why don’t you care toge?” you hiccuped. “i worry myself sick every time you leave for a mission and— and that’s fine because it’s what you do but you never take care of yourself!”
he gently pried your shaking hands away from your eyes and wiped your tears softly with his thumbs, caressing your cheeks after— wishing so badly, more than anything in this fucking world, to just be able to speak to you like a normal human being instead of resorting to words scrambled on a piece of paper or text messages on a screen.
he gently placed a little timid peck to your nose before releasing your face and fumbling around in his pockets for his phone, tapping it awake once he retrieved it and opening his notes app to write out a sentence.
he flipped and faced the screen towards you, the brightness making you squint a bit.
“i do care i swear. i just always forget when i’m in the middle of it and i’m sorry baby.”
“so you keep forgetting after what feels like the fifteenth time i’ve told you?” you wiped more tears from your cheeks. “how— how do you think it makes me feel when you come home and you’re coughing up blood all over your clothes and the furniture huh? all over me?”
he sighed softly through his nose and went to type again, but you continued.
“i get scared toge that one day you’ll push yourself way too far and then you just won’t come home. you scare me when you cough up so much blood like that!—”
toge tugged you in then with his unoccupied hand and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your head in and stuffing your face against his chest— the scent of his freshly washed t-shirt filling your nose as you cried softly.
fuck he felt like such a douche.
he typed for a moment behind your head, a pit in his stomach that only grew in size the longer he heard your little sniffles.
toge pulled back a bit, his arms still keeping you in place but just enough so that he could lower his phone and show you his message.
“please please don’t cry. i’m really sorry okay i really am and honest to god this won’t happen again.”
you nodded meekly and he flipped his phone back, quickly typing again and showing you once he finished.
“i feel like you think i don’t care but that’s not true at all. part of the reason why i try so hard when i work is because the more curses i fuck up the safer you’ll be when you’re out there without me.”
you laughed a bit at his wording, and he beamed at that, typing.
“i love you pretty girl. and im sorry i always get blood everywhere.”
“oh i don’t care about the mess baby, i care about youu,” you whined lightly and wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in tight.
“and i love you too, a lot… like an embarrassing amount that strips away my dignity.”
he chuckled boyishly and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his body stuttering slightly as a single thought grazed his mind— the same thought that’s been in the crevices of his brain since he asked you to be his.
you felt his tension and pulled back.
“what?”
toge bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at you, his weight shifting as he contemplated telling you something he didn’t want to burden or upset you with, the pad of his thumb softly rubbing over your chubby cheek.
you quirked an eyebrow. “what? are you cheating on me?”
he burst out laughing and shook his head, kissing your forehead before dropping his hand from your cheek and pulling out his phone again.
he typed for a minute then showed you.
“me not being able to speak to you like a normal boyfriend should or respond to you whenever makes me freaking useless. so i push myself out there to keep you safe because that’s literally the least i can do for you, since i can’t even do the bare minimum.”
you gasped softly. “toge huh? this is—”
he shook his head once more and you stopped as he typed again.
“i always try to make you laugh with the things that i do or whenever i text you because i’m afraid that one day you’ll get tired of me not being able to talk to you and you’ll leave. which is also something i would never blame you for and understand.”
your heart squeezed in the worst excruciatingly way possible, completely baffled and mortified to the fact that toge was thinking about things like this and wholeheartedly believing it without you noticing or him saying anything to you about it.
he typed again.
“that’s why i cosplay as gojo when i leave for missions and come back a dumbass with blood in my mouth. that’s why i forget when you tell me to be careful because the need to be something for you is way fucking greater.”
“togeee!” you sobbed, bursting out crying like a little baby as you were moved and haunted by his words simultaneously, your arms engulfing him as he desperately shot his hands out and quickly wiped your tears again, shaking his head frantically as if pleading with you not to cry.
“how could you ever believe that?” you nudged him away and hiccuped, your eyes serious. “why haven’t you told me about this? everything you just said is literally propaganda.”
he chuckled, but you could tell he wasn’t convinced.
“toge, why do you think i’ve been with you for so long? do you think i’m just dicking around?”
“dicking around on my dick?”
you swatted his phone away. “no! not right now.”
you both shared a small giggle, twinkling eyes looking at each other.
“if i felt like you weren’t doing even the bare minimum, i would’ve been gone before you had the chance to put this ring on—”
his gaze drifted down to the black shiny heart promise ring on your ring finger that you held up for him, and he smiled softly.
“baby what you do for me everyday is above and beyond the bare minimum. i’m happy. i’m so happy to be with you that you not doing enough has never crossed my mind and it never will.”
you slid your arms around his neck and pulled him down a little, gently. “i’ve never cared about your ability to speak. i fell in love with you, who you are, and the fact that i did without you having to iterate words to me? olympic sport.”
toge rolled his eyes playfully at your comment, and you stood on your tippy toes and kissed the tip of his pretty nose then. “all men do when they talk is lie anyways…” you tilted your head. “but i know you’ll never lie to me.”
“never.” he mouthed silently.
he bundled you up in his arms and lifted you like you were nothing, him carefully leaning in and pressing his lips to yours as if you were a fragile little thing— kissing you so devotedly, warmly, his forehead resting against yours once he pulled apart after greedily getting his daily fix of you.
“i know your job as a jujutsu sorcerer pays the bills and comes with you putting yourself in difficult situations… and my job doesn’t even compare, but please don’t overdo it for my sake. i want you to come home, okay?”
you know it’s selfish… he should be saving lives no matter the cost.
but he was your man. was it so bad to just want to keep him for the rest of your days? to get the chance to grow old with him, and buy a little quiet house on the country side like you always joked about in the late hours of the night with him? drinking cool glasses of lemonade on the porch?
“please don’t always be the hero.” you whispered guiltily. “but if you must… just keep me in mind while you do it.”
you’re always on his mind. he hopes you know that.
toge breathed softly through his nose and smoothly set you back down, the pads of your feet making contact with the icy tile flooring as his hands dragged up from around your waist to the sides of your head, him pushing a hard kiss to your cheek as if to seal your request.
“do you promise?” you mumbled.
he pulled back and held his little pinky out for you, and you giggled, linking yours with his firmly.
“you can’t go back on it okay? you used your pinky it’s legally binding!” you warned, a silly smile on your face. “don’t lie to me and break it.”
toge grinned and leaned towards you as he bent down a bit— your gaze locking with his as he looked at you at eye level with his hands on his knees, him mouthing his next words, slowly.
words that made your cheeks buzz a cutesy pink, words that he took seriously, and words that tied you to him and the little house by the countryside he wanted so badly with you, as those words solidified how much he truly truly loved you— him hoping you always knew.
