Jujutsu Kaisen x reader

Toge inumaki x reader

Authors note: this a one-shot for inumaki where he doesn't have cursed speech. 

 Cuddling with toge is a daily occurrence. his arms wrapped around your waist, as his chin rests on your shoulder, a predatory look on his face when one of the first years asks you to help them. he gets jealous whenever they whisk you away. he hates it when you're gone, hates it when you're busy. he loves the feeling of you in his embrace, how you scoot your face closer to him when you both sleep at night. So for them to drag you away is a sign of war, and he's not gonna lose. so it always leads to him clinging to you like a koala, refusing to let go of you for the whole day.

 You would never tire of the sound of little droplets hitting your window as the rain fell from the sky. The dark clouds had rolled in from the sea that was miles away and you could see the trees billowing in the hard wind.

The sound of light snoring coming from your small couch and you turned to look at Inumaki who was sprawled out. His limbs were falling off the couch at parts but mostly he looked at peace.

You smiled and turned back to gaze out the window. You saw the street lamps turn on and the street begin casted with a dim yellow light.

You broke your gaze away from the window and walked back over to Inumaki. You put your hand on his forehead and felt that he was still feverish.

"Oh bubs, what am I going to do with you?" You mused as you went to grab medicine from your top cabinet.

After getting him a glass of cold water and his medicine you placed it on your table and roused him from his sleep.

"Toge, Toge, you've got to get up." He groaned loudly and his eyelids fluttered. "That's it, wake up bubs."

He sat up slowly, his hands rushing up to rub at his temples as he coughed wetly. You watched with miserable eyes as he whined in discomfort.

"I got you some medicine for the pain and a glass of water."

You picked the items up from the table and he gave a small smile and took them off your hands. Moving to sit next to him, you rubbed your hands up and down his back, holding the glass of water to his lips.

"I don't feel good." His head fell to your shoulder as he breathed in deeply. He felt as though his head was splitting open and the pressure in his face was just becoming greater.

"The medicine will kick in, until then do you want to go lay down in my bed? I'll put on a movie or we can just lay down..." he shook his head but kept it on your shoulder.

"I don't think I am going to be able to get up, my body hurts really bad." You frowned at his words and reached behind the both of you to put the throw over him. You noticed that he had begun to shake and your concern grew.

"I'm worried about you," you lightly put your hand on his check and felt that it too was warm.

"Don't be, I get this all the time." He pressed his lips to your shoulder and snuggled his flushed face into your neck.

All he wanted to do was sleep and cuddle. He always tended to be clingy when he wasn't feeling well and right now all he wanted you to do was hold him and make him feel better.

"I think I can make it to your room." He mumbled into your skin and sighed as you stood up. You took the blanket off of him and grasped his calmly hands in your smaller ones.

"Up you get." He winced as he stood up fully and walked over to your room. Once he was close enough to your bed he collapsed and slowly made his way to the usual side he had when he stayed over.

You followed him into your bedroom with another glass of water and the same throw from the couch. You dropped a kiss on his forehead and placed the water down next time him.

You made sure that the blanket covered his bare arms and chest.

He felt soothed as you ran your fingers through his hair and peppered kisses along his blanket covered shoulders.

"I don't like it when you are sick." Another kiss was placed upon his shoulder until the weight of the bed was shifted as you got up.

You shrugged off your pants and took off your jumper, only wanting to lie down in your tee-shirt and panties, much more comfortable clothing.

Inumaki turned on his side and watched you through the little slits of his eyes. He used what was left of his strength to open up the edge of the blanket for you to get in as well. It didn't matter that there was a possibility of you catching what Inumaki had when you snuggled up tightly against him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, now get some rest." With a kiss on his chest the both of you were out like lights.

Inumaki woke up much earlier than you and he stayed still as he listened to sounds that traveled from the outside in.

Through sleep hazed eyes he looked down at you with tender eyes. You were resting upon his chest and your breathing was deep and even. No worries touched you in your sleep and you were truly at one with peace.

He ran his hands through your hair and picked up your forgotten hand that was taking up a place on his neck. The medicine you had given him must have kicked in and he felt better than he had before.

With roaming eyes and an open mind he looked around your teeny-tiny bedroom. The paint was chipped on the walls and all of your paintings were set on the walls crookedly.

He had been the one to help you hang up those paintings on the walls; the two of you couldn't stop laughing that day. He remembered the way that your nose crinkled when you laughed really hard and the way your forehead scrunched up when you watched him on the ladder.

The floors creaked and you had drafts of freezing air coming from every open area but it didn't matter because he was only 20 minutes away from you. It didn't matter that you had to make sure you didn't use too much electricity or the circuits would blow.

You enjoyed every flaw your tiny place had and it was something that made it more appealing as more memories were being made here.

He kissed your cheek softly as he got out of your bed, his body carrying a dull ache as he walked over to your kitchen and went to the cupboard where you store his tea. His eyes lit up when he spotted it and he started the water on boil.

The run outside was still going strong and his thoughts turned to how nice it would be to spend these days with you. The both of you cooped up in his house, huddled on the couch whispering about everything. He could sing you to sleep and you can tell him the tales you have painted in your head.

It was a lovely thought to entertain and the more he thought about it the clearer it became that that's what he wanted. He wanted the tale telling, and the mixing up of your blanket throws, he wanted it all.

Shuffling from down the hall brought his attention back to the whistling of the kettle that was demanding his attention. Your arms wrapped around him from behind and your check rested on his back.

"I see you are feeling a bit better." You cleared your throat and stood next to him.

"That medicine worked wonders." You raised your eyebrows at your new nickname.

"Cuddles? Shouldn't that be your nickname?" You teased him and tickled his sides. He bat your hands away and smiled shyly at you.

He picked up his cup and blew over the top of his tea. Soon you two would be teasing one another in his house... everyday if he could have it that way.

"I still don't feel too good." You picked at his fingers while his other hand rested on the tiled countertop.

"What would you like me to do?" You looked up at him and poked at the beginnings of his dimple that was popping out. 

"I want you to just cuddle me."