Nobody fully believed you and Inumaki were dating until you kissed him in front of them.
Sure, Maki had caught you sneaking into his dorm in the middle of the night, bottom lip tucked anxiously between your teeth as you opened the creaky door a few inches and slipped inside, but somehow they just still couldn’t believe it.
When Panda forgot to knock on Inumaki’s door and waltzed straight in, he caught you sat on the edge of his bed in only a towel, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You looked up and smiled awkwardly. “Toge’s in the shower, I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.” Even after that they all shook their heads in denial.
It wasn’t that they thought Inumaki couldn’t bag a girlfriend, no no. It was that they didn’t think Inumaki could bag you. Maybe your Jujutsu skills were still lacking, considering you were only a first year, or maybe your cursed technique was still lacking some control, but you definitely weren’t lacking in the curves department. When your body twisted and turned during training sessions, your breasts would push up against your uniform, emphasising their size and fullness. Everyone noticed, it was hard not to. They were hard to miss, so every first year and second year had the same question. How did Inumaki handle all that?
Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure himself. His brain short-circuited whenever you wore a low rise top, exposing your cleavage and the top of your breasts.
“Toge? Are you listening?”
His eyes snapped up to yours before he nodded. “Salmon.” Honestly, he hadn’t heard a single word you’d said, too transfixed by your breasts that were threatening to spill out of your top as you laid down on his bed, talking about your day.
Whenever you made out with him on his lap, breasts pressed up against his chest, his breath would catch in his throat, and when you pulled your top off for the first time, hands guiding his own to your bra strap, he forgot how to function properly. With shaky fingers, he unclipped the clasp and peeled your bra from your skin, breasts directly in his vision.
His hand would gently grope one, cautiously needing the flesh in his palm as you arched into his touch. It felt like he had gone to heaven.
Yet, even when he spammed Panda about it afterwards, he got a dry response back, his own friend still not believing him.
The next day at lunch, Inumaki was deflated and annoyed. How did his own friends still think he was bluffing about you?
You noticed, glancing over at him as he ate silently. It was only then that you clicked what was happening when you saw Yuji and Panda exchange a skeptical look. Inumaki had mentioned it a few days ago casually in conversation, a quiet remark about his friends not believing his relationship with you.
So you did the only thing you could, finishing your food and standing. “I’ve gotta find Gojo.” You lean down, turning your boyfriend’s head by his chin and pressing a firm kiss against his mouth. “See you tonight, yeah?” you murmur, smirk on your lips at the look of everyone’s faces before casually strolling off.
Nobody questioned his relationship with you again.
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.
♯ looks like everyone else is running a little late for dinner.. oh well! guess that leaves you alone with toge inumaki. surely nothing could go wrong, right? twt link
the living room was quiet, save for the occasional chime of notifications from their phones.
you were sprawled out comfortably, lying on your stomach with your hips resting right across inumaki’s lap. it was a familiar, cozy position, and you were completely absorbed in your screen, scrolling through a group chat with the others who were supposed to arrive for dinner any minute.
inumaki, however, wasn't nearly as focused on his phone. he held the device in one hand, but his gaze kept drifting downward. and to what you may ask?
well, from his vantage point, the hem of your skirt had ridden up, leaving the soft curve of your ass exposed and tantalizingly close. he swallowed hard, his throat tight behind the high collar of his uniform. he shifted slightly, the friction of your body against his thighs sending a jolt of heat straight to his dick.
just as you started to shift, preparing to roll over and ask him if he thought the others were running late, you felt it.
a warm, broad palm slid beneath the fabric of your skirt, pressing firmly against the center of your panties. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat.
"toge?" you gasped, your voice laced with surprise.
he didn't answer with words, (duh, inumaki’s a cursed speech user), instead, he let out a low, affirmative hum, his fingers beginning to rub slow, deliberate circles over your clit through the thin lace. the sensation was electric, catching you completely off guard. you tried to push yourself up, but inumaki’s other hand came down firmly on the small of your back, pinning you down against his lap.
his eyes flicked toward the front door in a swift, practiced motion, checking that the door was still closed and no one lingered in the hallway. once he was certain you both were alone, a newfound urgency crept into every movement. he wasted no time in reaching under the waistband of your panties, hooking his fingers into the fabric and sliding them down and away, leaving you completely exposed to the cool air of the room and the heat of his touch.
"oh god— really? right here?" you breathed, your face flushing a deep crimson. "toge, someone could walk in."
inumaki just responded with a soft, playful huff, his eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief and desire.
"okaka,” he gave a small, indifferent shrug, lips barely twitching.
he used his hand to spread your thighs wider, opening you up completely, and you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by the vulnerable position you were right now. though, he didn't waste another second, splaying his entire hand and pressing his palm flat against your soaking wet cunt. he groaned a little by how wet you already were and began to rub you with all four fingers, sliding them in a broad, sweeping motion across your clit and your sensitive folds, circling it with a pressure that made your toes curl.
"mmmh.. right there.. good boy," you sighed, arching your back and pressing your heat deeper into his palm. "toge, that feels.. so good.."
he hummed again, a vibration you could feel against your hip, and then he pushed. one finger slid inside you, followed immediately by a second. he didn't stop at the entrance, no, he drove them deep, burying both fingers all the way to his knuckles in one fluid motion.
"oh my god! shit!" you cried out, a loud, unrestrained moan escaping your lips. the sudden fullness was overwhelming, hitting that soft spot inside of you with a precision that made your vision blur. "toge— mmmh! couldn’t you have warned me?!"
a barely perceptible stiffness settled into inumaki’s frame. you didn't notice, not with how fleeting it was, but the noise had shattered the lounge's silence, far louder than it had any right to be. his violet eyes flicked towards the door as he imagined their friends walking in on this scene. well, he couldn't tell you to be quiet in his normal voice without risking a catastrophic command, but he had no choice. he didn’t want to get taunted by his friends for this. not again.
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispered a single, focused command.
"be quiet."
the power of the cursed speech hit you like a physical weight. suddenly, your vocal cords felt locked, the loud moans dying in your throat. you tried to gasp, to tell him how good it felt, but all that came out were soft, pathetic whimpers and shallow breaths.
inumaki seemed satisfied with the silence and began to pump his fingers in and out of you, the rhythm fast and relentless. he hooked his fingers upward, scraping against the sensitive walls of your cunt, mimicking the motion of a dick. his dick. well, he wished it was.
"mmmph— ttt— haaa!—" you whimpered, squirming in his lap. your hands clenched the couch cushions so tightly your knuckles turned stark white, your nails threatening to pierce the fabric, as you chased the orgasm he was building inside you.
he let out a small sound, a soft 'salmon', as he felt your internal muscles clenching tightly around his fingers. knowing you were close, he increased the pace, his thumb grinding harshly against your clit while his fingers continued to hammer deep into your core.
you were shaking now, your entire body vibrating with the effort of trying to scream through the curse. you could only let out high-pitched, muffled whines, your hips bucking wildly against him as you finally peaked, your walls pulsing rhythmically around his hand in a crushing, wet release.
inumaki, however, didn't stop until you had completely gone limp, your breath coming in ragged gasps. he slowly withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and reached for the tissue box at the center of the coffee table, cleaning you up with a tenderness that contrasted the aggression of the last few minutes.
as the initial waves of your orgasm subsided, you remained draped across his lap, your body still humming with residual electricity. the silence of the room felt heavy, charged with the scent of your arousal and the lingering weight of his command.
“bonito flakes.”
"hmmm?" you hummed, your eyelids falling shut with a slow flutter, your mind still wrapped in a lingering haze.
“suck my dick.”
this was lowk short asf plz don’t slime me out 😭😭😭😭 also why are there little to no fics of this freak!!! and i PROMISE ill get back to my bff megumi fics just let ya boy write a bit of angst first…..
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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.
omg drunk jjk confessions pls!!! would wanna see how you write inumaki, megumi, nd gojo
Drunk Confessions
Characters (In order of pics): Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, Ryomen Sukuna, Higuruma Hiromi, Takuma Ino, Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, and Inumaki Toge. (Other characters can be requested!)
Cont. Flirty pre-relationship: Your talking stage drinks some liquid courage to confess to you.
Tags: Fluff , crack + lwk a lil ooc..
Note. HI GUYS its been a while…. senior year has been killing me.. but I got inspired again to make jjk smaus so im back for now.. well probs until I finish the requests in my inbox. Anywho I missed u guys and I hope u enjoy this!!! it’s been a while so forgive me if it seems rusty.. :>
