toge “we don’t argue, my girl tells me shut up and i do” inumaki ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, fem!reader
the confusion was only there for a moment when the group of guys you were talking to after lab suddenly straightened in posture, stiff as boards, turned on their heels and walked off like they’d been summoned by some chant. right in the middle of your conversation.
toge was making his way through the courtyard and to you, his ever gorgeous girlfriend, when he’d noticed one of the guys you were speaking with was eyeing you in a way that wasn’t friendly enough for his liking.
a man of little words he was, but he used his voice when he deemed necessary. and this was definitely neccesary.
jealous as ever with a petulant pout to match, he’d simply muttered two words that solved his little problem in an instant.
“walk away.”
and now you’re turned around to see your fluffy haired boyfriend inconspicuously zipping his collar back up over his tattooed mouth before he tilts his head at you in greeting, corners of his eyes crinkled in lieu of an innocent smile.
“kelp!” he chirps, a possessive hand coming to slide around your waist until you’re jabbing your finger into the apex of his chest, hard.
“did you just do what i think you did?”
he tilts his head. then quietly coughs and your jaw drops. fuck.
“that was you, wasn’t it?”
his eyebrows raise in question as if he has no idea what you could possibly be referring to.
“bonito flakes?”
he shrinks a bit when your eyes narrow at him knowingly.
“don’t lie to me, toge.”
his arms flail out instantly, stiff and straight as if they can help him in the defense of his actions. he tries his best to explain what the situation looked like from his perspective.
“tuna! caviar, salmon cod roe!”
your hand comes up to unzip his collar before you gently grab his jaw, his words muddled and lips mushed together as you hold his face.
you guys stare at each other like that for a few long seconds, his adams apple jumping when he swallows, lashes kissing his cheeks when he blinks rapidly because now he’s genuinely a little scared.
“toge.”
“salmon.” his answer is immediate.
“you cannot interrupt my conversations simply because you feel like it—“
“mustard leaf—“
“i’m not done talking.”
his mouth closes immediately. he looks like a puppy being scolded as you hold him in front of you, his shoulders drooping and pout forming the best it can between your fingers. he nods, begrudgingly, but it’s there and that’s enough for you to continue. he listens so well.
“i can handle myself, okay? we were only talking because i helped them with some homework answers. if someone’s openly flirting with me, i’ll tell them off. you know i will.”
his eyes drift to the side and you can tell he feels bad, hands stuffed in his pockets and nose crinkling like he’s smelled something he doesn’t like. you bring his gaze back with a little nudge.
“blink twice if you understand.”
he does as he’s told, and you soften because you can never be annoyed with him for very long. you know he hears the gossip, people talking about how you deserve someone better than him, as if they know anything about your relationship. as if you’d ever believe there’s anyone better than him. they just don’t understand the connection you two have and they don’t have to, because you don’t care.
“there’s no need to worry, okay? everyone knows you’re my boy, toge.”
his cheeks redden as you smile up at him, batting those pretty lashes in the way that always makes his heart float and his insecurities vanish. his heavy stare drops to your lips, violet eyes clinging to them because he really wants to kiss you right now and he wonders if you’ll let him. you hold his face with both hands now, thumbs dusting over his facial markings.
“my protective, strong, incredibly handsome sweet boy that i’m sooo lucky to have.” he’s like putty in your hands at this point, heart beating faster with each trait you add, demeanor melting into something sickeningly saccharine as he leans into your palm.
“salmon?” he asks.
you can’t help the roll of your eyes, giggling when you confirm, “yes, baby, really. i can never stop talking about you.”
he’s closer to you now, neck craning to reach your lips, eyes already half shut and head swimming with the thought of you. his voice is low and hopeful when he asks for permission.
“mustard leaf?”
you’re standing on your toes now, hands fisted at his collar to tug him closer. head tilted and lips brushing against his expectantly as you wait for him to kiss you.
★ title - girlfriend tax (aka begging jjk boys for gym pics) part 2! ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ genre - fluff, crack, suggestive ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ rating - 16+ ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ character - yuji, megumi, inumaki ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ warnings - fem! reader, cursing, gym pics from pinterest, ur a freak but so are they, mentions of underage smoking in yuji's, horny teenagers, kys/death jokes, very suggestive in these (they rly jus goin freak 4 freak atp 🥹✌️) ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ wc - 15 screenshots ⋆·˚ ༘ *
★ a/n - gojo, nanami, sukuna ver here! all fanart from pinterest, credit to the artists <3 ⋆·˚ ༘ *
THIS WORK IS WRITTEN BY A MINOR, BLOCK IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!!
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.
Smau: in which you accidentally confess to them (pre-relationship)
Warnings: fluff, crack, some sexual language, not proofread
Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Megumi, Inumaki
♥︎ toge inumaki x reader. + words of affirmation. canonverse.
toge has a lot to say, pretty much all the time. that tends to happen when your speech is limited, when there is so much you want to convey and are forced to spout off sushi ingredients and hope someone will understand you.
next best thing? blowing up your phone. it starts with silly things, like him sending you memes or taking funny candids of you or sending selfies of himself when he’s away on missions. but sometimes you’re on opposite sides of the room and your phone buzzes, and you open your messages to a text from him. i like your laugh. you should do that more.
everything he wishes he could say ends up in little bubbles on your screen. fit is fire. that face you made is cute. you did great on that mission.
tonight it’s i had fun today. the text lights you up inside, almost against your will. you’ve already said goodnight and retreated to your separate dorms (give or take a few stolen kisses), but the quick back-and-forth feels like he’s here beside you anyway. your breath hitches watching the typing bubbles, smiling into the collar of your his hoodie.
