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Sukuna may be exorcised from Yuuji’s body but there are still remnants of behavior Nobara associates with Sukuna. She tries to be understanding and for the most part, she is, still gripped by how blurred the line between Yuuji and Sukuna had been towards the end. All of them—Gojo-sensei, Megumi, herself—believed Yuuji lost. So it's alright that Yuuji walks around their tiny apartment shirtless more often than not, displays bloodthirsty aggression when assigned on missions, eats his steaks almost bloody, it’s tolerable.
And then there’s this.
Yuuji cages Nobara against the wall of their genkan the moment she steps in, nosing at her neck. Her lower back aches and there’s the dull pulse of cramps making itself known; Nobara doesn’t really have the energy for him. Yuuji ruts against her ass, pawing at her like he’ll die if he doesn’t get to fuck her today, in the next fifteen minutes, right fucking now; rutting against her ass, nosing at her neck. Nobara’s personal menstrual tracker.
It’s about the blood, Yuuji said once, it tames Sukuna temporarily.
Nobara can’t quite remember the when but she remembers the how; pushing Yuuji away when he started to get too handsy, fully aware of how heavily she was bleeding on that day. She’d read how sex on your period helps with the pain and she’d wanted it, craved the reprieve Yuuji was offering but Nobara had felt shy in a way she rarely is. Their relationship was still new, Yuuji’s execution sentence hung over them like a guillotine and they were still pretending that what they had was inconsequential, born of convenience.
“I’m on my period,” Nobara had nudged him away gently.
“I know,” Yuuji rumbled against her throat, pulling her onto his lap like she weighed nothing, his cock hard against her cunt. “I want to, lemme take the pain away.”
Nobara clenched around nothing with a gasp, thinking about the ever-present ache of her pussy on her period—a cruel punishment for not fulfilling biological expectations—how Yuuji’s cock would distract her from it as she agreed breathlessly. The rest of the night passed in a blur, Yuuji going down on her, blood smeared around his mouth and completely unbothered by it. The drip of arousal down Nobara’s thighs when he’d finally decided she was ready for his cock, after she’d already come twice, braced over her as Yuuji slicked his cock in the tacky mess of her cunt. Yuuji’s cock sinking into her, thick and heavy, carving a part of Nobara for himself, dried blood around his mouth, the gold of his eyes swallowed by how fucking blown his pupils were.
Sukuna’s presence isn’t an excuse Yuuji uses anymore; at this point, they’ve just conditioned themselves into fucking on her period. Nobara is grimy, hungry and horny now that Yuuji’s got his hands on her and it’s tempting to give in, to let Yuuji take care of her. But she’s an adult now—and being an adult comes with its own set of miseries—Nobara still has a post-mission report to submit.
She says as much: “Gojo-san is expecting my report.”
Yuuji sighs against the nape of her neck, tongue hot. “You can keep my dick warm while you write it.”
“Oh,” Nobara’s toes curl against the hardwood, her stomach swooping. “Okay, just let me shower first—”
“It’s okay,” Yuuji mumbles. “I want you like this.”
Nobara’s ears burn, stunned into silence. Yuuji and her have fucked in worse conditions: in the dilapidated buildings their missions always seem to take place in, keyed up with adrenaline. In the forest after a training exercise, too desperate to get back to the dorms. Yuuji bleeding from his shoulder on one memorable occasion, Nobara’s mouth against his wound as he fucked her against a wall.
Cleanliness has never been an issue with them, and yet Nobara is flustered by how much Yuuji desires her.
She pulls herself together, Yuuji draped over her back as they move towards the bedroom. He casually throws their sex blanket over their sheets, Nobara locating her laptop on her nightstand. Anticipation has Nobara feeling too big for her skin as she settles on Yuuji’s lap, booting up her laptop. Yuuji hooks his chin over her shoulder, large hands working at the buttons of her shirt and helping her out of it before slipping her bra off as well. His fingers dig into the sore muscles of her back, Nobara tipping her head back against his shoulder with a shuddery sigh.
“Feels good,” Nobara murmurs, Yuuji cupping her tits in his calloused palm.
He’s barely done anything and Nobara can already feel a rush of wetness, pressing her legs together and arching into his touch. Yuuji bullies her thighs apart with a press of his leg, hitching it up so Nobara has firm muscle against her center, aware of the weight of his erection against her ass. He plays with her tits in a way that has her distracted and squirming, humping his thigh as he massages the ache away.
“Sore,” Nobara whines, almost a cry.
“I know, princess,” Yuuji murmurs. “I’ll make it feel better.”
He will and he won’t.
Whenever they fuck on her period, Yuuji’s restraint crumbles. Whatever self-control he’s usually exercising obliterated, Nobara finding that she doesn’t have to plead as much to get Yuuji to rough her up. She prefers Yuuji like this, actually, fucking her hard and rough, overwhelming her to the point where Nobara can’t think about the pain, can only think about Yuuji.
For the most part, Yuuji seems more docile today. He kisses along the imprints Nobara’s bra straps have left in her shoulder, thumbs the hard peaks of her nipples gently. Nobara squirms under the attention, breaths quickening as her cunt clenches around nothing in a manner that’s almost painful.
“Fuck me already,” she complains, making to undo her skirt.
“You need to send your report,” Yuuji chuckles against her nape. “Remember?”
“Fuck the report, I want you right now.”
“Promise I’ll fuck you so good if you get that report turned in princess, I’ll keep you on my cock all night.”
Nobara groans, grinding on Yuuji’s thigh.
“Okay,” she pants, embarrassed by how breathless she sounds from some dirty talk and a little fondling. “I’ll get mad if you don’t do it.”
Nobara doesn’t have to look at Yuuji to know he’s grinning, can feel the points of his teeth against her skin. He answers by cupping her cunt, his hold firm. Her laptop has been on its screensaver for a while now, Yuuji relaxing his hold a little so Nobara can tug the lap desk closer, opening up her report template.
Yuuji is still against her but Nobara is tense with anticipation, from the weight of his hand against her clothed pussy, resisting the urge to grind into it. He waits until she starts typing to push his hand past her waistband, her pad crinkling in the quiet of the room, Nobara flinching.
“C’mon princess, focus.”
Easy for you to say, Nobara bites down. Yuuji’s finger circles her clit, almost perfunctorily, before they slide lower through the mess of slick and blood, two fingers teasing her entrance. Nobara almost bucks up into his touch, desperate for the relief his thick fingers will offer.
Nobara is just as hooked on this as Yuuji is. She just refuses to beg for it, too stubborn, furiously typing away at her report form.
When Yuuji sinks his fingers into her after what feels like an eternity of waiting, Nobara breaks her silence with a loud moan of more, Yuuji’s frame rumbling with laughter against her.
“Of course, princess,” he murmurs, curling his fingers in and out of her, adding a third, Nobara squirming.
She’s always so sensitive on her period, a fact that Yuuji knows and exploits, the catch of his knuckles alone enough to make her toes curl. Nobara squirms, Yuuji’s free arm pinning her in place as he continues fingerfucking her, spreading his fingers apart on every pull out and dragging against her g-spot on every push in. Nobara has been staring at her blinking cursor for a while now, a steady stream of noise escaping her.
“‘M gonna come,” she slurs, grabbing Yuuji’s wrist.
“I’m not gonna stop.”
Nobara comes like that, kicking her leg out and pushing her laptop away, head tipped back against Yuuji’s shoulder. His movement is limited from her underwear still being on and she knows he’s stretched the pair out horribly with this stunt. That train of thought is a puddle compared to the ocean of relief from her cramps easing, body relaxing against Yuuji’s. All Nobara can concentrate on really is Yuuji drawing out her orgasm by pressing his fingers deep into her, her cunt milking them like they’re his cock.
When he pulls them out, Nobara is partially fascinated at the viscous mix of menstrual blood and slick that covers them. Yuuji sticks his fingers in his mouth, moaning around them as he cleans them up and Nobara shivers, just a little bit embarrassed. Yuuji’s eaten her out on her period on numerous occasions but she still struggles to get over the taboo of it, grappling with her disbelief of Yuuji’s genuine enjoyment.
“Do you still want to fuck?” Yuuji asks, mouthing at Nobara’s shoulderblades.
She turns around to glare at him. “You promised.”
Yuuji laughs as Nobara wriggles free to pull her laptop towards her, and then kicks off her underwear as Yuuji strips his boxer briefs. He steadies Nobara with a hand on her hip, the other one guiding his cock into her as she sits back slowly. He waits until she’s taken him to the hilt, linking his hands over the swell of her abdomen. Sensitive and aching, Yuuji feels bigger than usual; Nobara knows it’s unrealistic but she almost believes he could press down and feel the weight of his dick through fat and muscle.
Nobara stares at the document, down to the basic details of her report but Yuuji’s cock spreads her open just right, Nobara unable to find an ounce of focus. Between Yuuji’s blazing warmth and his dizzying scent and the weight of his cock, Nobara just wants to get fucked.
Yuuji stays completely still, Nobara sporadically clenching around him as her fingers skitter shakily across her keyboard. He chooses this moment to bounce her on his dick, a shallow up and down that has Nobara grinding her teeth together, eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck you,” she grunts.
“You got this, princess, if anyone can do it, I know it’s you.”
I don’t, she almost snaps. Melts, instead, at Yuuji’s praise. What Nobara wants is to claw her nails into Yuuji’s shoulders, goad him into fucking her hard and deep. Wants to cry, move Yuuji into action with her tears.
It’s almost too much that Yuuji expects her to work like this, Nobara filling in additional details that are still rattling around her head. There’s the occasional moan from Yuuji’s hand petting through the curls of her cunt, a brief touch to her clit and gone. He does this several times, Nobara struggling to regain her train of thought when he does.
Gojo has never had high expectations in Nobara’s paperwork—at least, not when she does it herself instead of pawning it onto Megumi—but even she can tell this report is shitty at best. Barely three sentences about the curses she’d exorcised, next to no details on the surrounding neighborhood, no inferences on potential future threats. It’s the bare minimum, and it’s enough that there aren’t any typos as she skims over it. Nobara sends it off to Gojo and barely just waits for the notification that it’s been sent before she’s shutting her laptop down and pushing it off to the side.
Yuuji waits just as long: the moment it's put away, he has Nobara pinned under him, tangling one of their hands together as he uses the other to hoist her hips higher. He sets a calculated pace, pelvis smacking into the flesh of her ass, Nobara fisting the sheets in their intertwined hands.
“You were so strong princess, so good for me.”
Nobara can barely parse out what he’s saying, mind buzzing; sex with Yuuji is always great and this is her favorite position. Pinned under the bulk of Yuuji’s weight, his skin blazing against hers, using her cunt like a sheath for his cock—it does something to Nobara. Soothes a ragged part of her that demands attention, demands care, reassured by how close Yuuji wants Nobara.
Nobara feels protected; buoyant with the knowledge that Yuuji would turn into an avenging god for her. A curse likely to follow her around for the rest of her life, should anything happen to him. Staking a claim in the most monstrous of ways. It was his sheer force of will that kept her own soul tethered to her body all those years ago—they’re marked for each other now.
“More,” Nobara whines, unthinking.
“More?” Yuuji laughs, snapping his hips forward. “Princess, I’m giving you everything.”
“That’s not true.” Nobara raises her hips higher, whimpering every time Yuuji pulls out.
Nobara can tell the exact moment Yuuji realizes what she’s really asking for, sinking in deep and staying there, breaths shaky against the nape of her neck. He grinds into her, Nobara squirming from the girth of his cock.
“You can use your words, princess.”
“You know what I want,” Nobara snaps back.
Yuuji laugh is shakier this time, disbelieving, sitting up on his knees to fuck Nobara languidly, Nobara scrambling. “Do you want me to fuck you nice and deep until you come?”
Nobara opens her mouth to protest only for Yuuji to change the pace. He barely pulls out before driving his hips forward, the loud smack of skin on skin filling the room. “Or do you want this?”
“Yuu,” Nobara pants. “Baby, baby, baby.”
“But this is what my princess wants, isn’t it?” Yuuji’s thumb is slick with spit against the furl of Nobara’s asshole, a firm pressure.
The noise that rips out of her is half-gasp, half-scream, all of her aching for Yuuji to take her.
“You always want so much Nobara, even when I’m giving you everything. Am I not enough? Do you want Megumi too?”
Nobara moans, reaching between her legs to rub her clit, her brain turned to static. Yuuji hissing when she clenches around him. Megumi is their sore spot, their joint Achilles heel.
“Don’t think you could take Megumi and me.”
“I could,” Nobara pants.
“Yeah?” Yuuji continues fucking his thumb in and out, his hips matching the pace of his fingering. “Bet you’d love that. Me in your pussy and Megumi in your ass.”
“You’d cry for us all the time, we’d have to take turns with our missions just so we can keep you plugged with cock,” Yuuji rambles.
Nobara only realizes she’s crying when she licks her lips and tastes salt, rocking back to meet Yuuji. She’s so, so close, teetering at the edge, iron thick on her tongue.
“Imagine Megumi fucking you like this, princess. Your blood all over him.”
Nobara comes.
She screams, or she thinks she does, grinding her clit against her fingers as Yuuji continues to fuck her, his thumb an unrelenting pressure in her ass. It’s overwhelming, Yuuji the only thing she’s aware of as she milks his cock, desperate for him to come in her, a rush of new wetness easing Yuuji’s path.
“In me,” Nobara begs. “Please, please, please.”
This is one of the times she hates Yuuji for his stamina, fucking her through the aftershocks, Nobara whimpering from overstimulation. She makes a noise of protest when he slips his thumb free and grabs her waist, tight enough there might be bruises tomorrow. Nobara can tell he’s close from the fact that he’s fallen quiet, his thrusts off rhythm, a little too fast.
Yuuji’s exhales are damp against her nape, Nobara turning her head as much as she can. She smiles when Yuuji tries to kiss her, the angle too awkward, settling for pressing his lips against her cheek instead. When finally comes, it triggers Nobara’s third orgasm, Nobara whining as Yuuji stills in her, cock pulsing. It straddles the line between too good and slightly painful, small waves dragging Nobara under, Yuuji grinding into her.
They stay pressed together for a while, catching their breaths, Yuuji resting his body weight against her.
“You feel better than a gravity blanket,” Nobara mumbles.
Yuuji laughs as he pulls out of her as gently as he can, Nobara wincing. She may be appeased but she’s sore, hungry, and grimier than she was when she came home.
Nobara yelps when Yuuji picks her up in an easy fireman’s carry, drumming her fists against his back. “Itadori Yuuji,” she threatens.
When that doesn’t work, she gathers as much strength as she can in her palm, landing a solid smack on Yuuji’s asscheek. Yuuji huffs but doesn’t set her down until they’re in the bathroom. Nobara shakily takes a seat on the toilet, Yuuji turning the shower on as she pees and wipes herself down. She looks up to find Yuuji smiling at her, a dopey grin that makes Nobara want to tease him.
“Do you want me to fill the bath too?”
Nobara shakes her head, Yuuji gesturing for her to join him in the shower. The water is on the right side of too hot, Yuuji’s hands gentle as he washes and conditions Nobara’s hair, scrubs her body clean. It shakes her down her bones that she’s able to be intimate with Yuuji like this, feels comfortable in the circle of his arms no matter what they’re doing. In turn, she washes him, Yuuji giggling every time she brushes over a ticklish spot.
He bursts into laughter when Nobara’s stomach makes a loud grumble of protest, Nobara blushing.
“Any requests for dinner, princess?”
Nobara purses her lips. “Potatoes.”
Yuuji salutes her as he exits the bathroom, Nobara redressing on autopilot, throwing on one of Yuuji’s hoodies before padding to the kitchen to wrap her arms around him. He doesn’t say a word, the two of them moving as one misshapen soul as he cooks, Nobara exhausted and painfully in love.