✦ 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.
