Chapter Text
“I need your help,” Nobara declared, throwing herself down onto the couch between Itadori and Fushiguro. There hadn’t been much space between them, but she trusted that they’d move, and she was right. Despite their obvious irritation, both boys scooted over to give her room.
Itadori sighed. “With what?”
Nobara shifted, wiggling down between the pair until she was comfortable, then said, “I think I’m too gay to have kids.”
Silence.
Nobara glanced from side to side curiously, examining her teammates’ reactions. Both had the same stupid ‘what the fuck’ expression on their faces. “Well?” she prompted.
“You know adoption’s a thing, right?” Itadori asked.
Fushiguro, properly competent sorcerer that he was, understood the problem with that. “As a sorcerer, she has a responsibility to pass on her genes,” he said.
Itadori gave them both a dubious look. “That sounds awfully… well… awful.”
Nobara rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, I’m far too awesome to let these genes die out with me.”
After a moment, Itadori said, displaying his utter incompetence as a human being now, “Can’t you do IVF then?”
This time Fushiguro also eyed her expectantly. Competent sorcerer he may be, but he wasn’t any better at being human than Itadori. Surely it wasn’t that much of an ask for them to read her mind. Nobara huffed when neither man showed signs of developing any such ability. “It’s expensive, inconvenient, and altogether unfun. And the idea of semen even touching me makes me feel like puking, so don’t get any weird turkey baster ideas.”
Both boys gave her incredulous looks. Well. Perhaps they weren’t that stupid.
“So… what do you want us to do about it?” Itadori finally asked. “It’s not like we can help with that.”
Nobara grinned, pulling out her phone. At last, they’d asked the right question. She pointed the phone toward Itadori first, then Fushiguro, who took it with an expression of pure disbelief on his face. Nobara straightened, proud of her workaround even if Fushiguro didn’t appear impressed. “Hypnosis. I want you two to hypnotize me into being okay with having sex with a guy.”
Silence. Again.
Honestly, it wasn’t a difficult concept. Nobara waited, foot tapping against the ground impatiently, for one of them to respond.
At last, Fushiguro handed back her phone. “I suppose… if you asked Inumaki-senpai…”
Huh. Nobara hadn’t considered that. Hypnosis on that level was probably difficult, if not impossible, but if Inumaki was doing it… “But can you imagine having sex with him?” she complained. First of all, it wasn’t a dealbreaker, but Nobara enjoyed being shorter than her partner, darn it. Inumaki, though technically taller than her, carried himself in a way that made him feel shorter. Besides, Nobara would prefer someone close to Maki’s 5’7” height.
But also, she just really wasn’t sure she could handle having sex with someone while expecting to hear onigiri ingredients out of their mouth.
“Do you have to have sex with the person who hypnotizes you?” Itadori asked, proving that even idiot golden retriever types could occasionally have decent ideas. Nobara beamed at him and ruffled his hair, ignoring the way he scowled at her and muttered something about not being a dog. Oops. Had she been that obvious?
Fushiguro shifted uncomfortably. “Who were you thinking of, uh, partnering with then?”
Partnering with? Nobara and Itadori mouthed at each other. Seriously. Who spoke like that?
Nobara rolled her eyes and crossed her legs, considering it. “I’m not sure,” she admitted at last, though that wasn’t true in the slightest. She knew exactly who she wanted, but you had to approach these things properly. “In terms of genes, you or Okkotsu-senpai would be best, right?” Given that Fushiguro turned faintly green, she thought he felt the same way about that as she did. Good. She’d been counting on that since, on paper, Fushiguro was the best match, and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him that she’d rather fuck his long-dead dog.
It was nothing personal. He was just very, very freindzoned.
And male. Which, admittedly, was what the hypnosis was supposed to help with, but… Still. She didn’t want to do it with him, and that was that.
“Fushiguro would be best, right?” Itadori asked, ruining the blissful moment of understanding between Nobara and Fushiguro. At his teammates’ glares, he waved his hands placatingly and explained, “Because he’s Maki-senpai’s cousin, right? So your kids would look more like they’re yours and Maki’s. And, speaking of which, how does she feel about this?”
Nobara wrinkled her nose. “We broke up again, you know… but she said ‘better you than me’ and wished me luck.” Sometimes her on-again-off-again girlfriend was such a bitch. Who would have thought that pairing two volatile, stubborn women with PTSD together would result in a rocky relationship? Certainly not Nobara. Nope.
“I’m not doing it,” Fushiguro said.
Nobara frowned at him. “Why the hell not?” She didn’t want him to, but being rejected still stung.
Fushiguro squirmed under her accusing glare until at last he muttered, “I want my first time to be special.”
Part of Nobara - the same part that had shouted back and forth with Maki until they’d both stormed away from each other - wanted to bitch him out, because having sex with her would obviously be special because she was the most awesome woman in the world. Luckily for Fushiguro, the rest of Nobara cared enough about her teammates to tell that part of her to shut the fuck up. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and nodded. “I suppose I can allow that excuse,” she said magnanimously. She hummed to herself. “So Okkotsu-senpai, huh?”
She didn’t like it.
Not least because she knew Maki had a crush on the guy, even if the other woman denied it. Nobara and Maki’s relationship wasn’t exclusive. It couldn’t be, given how often they broke up. That being the case, Nobara didn’t feel any hesitation about her plan in general. However, going after someone Maki liked seemed…. ick, in a way.
So anyway, it was not the choice she was going with, but if neither boy was going to object, she needed to find a way to redirect the conversation to the right answer.
“Is there a reason you’re not even considering Itadori?” Fushiguro asked.
Nobara mentally cheered. He was forgiven for his earlier stupidity, she decided. Without letting on her true feelings, she blinked, studied Itadori for a moment, looked back to Fushiguro, and snorted. “Seriously?”
“Hey!” Itadori shouted.
Nobara rolled her eyes. “Come on, you don’t even have a real technique. You just eat stuff. Genetically, the only guy worse than you’d be Panda.”
Fushiguro shook his head. “Who knows what might stick though? I don’t think it’s a bad idea.” He hesitated, then added, blushing faintly, “Besides, you know he’s got the best stamina of all of us. If you’re going to do this, you might as well make sure you enjoy it, right?”
Well, honestly, Nobara had considered Itadori’s Energizer bunny-defeating stamina even if she’d deny it to her dying breath. More importantly though, of everyone, she thought she’d be most compatible with Itadori. It was just… he was so… Itadori. He might be the guy she’d chosen, but that didn’t mean she had to be comfortable with it. “Would he even be willing to have sex with someone who wasn’t, you know, in love with him?” she asked.
“Right here, you know,” Itadori said.
Fushiguro shrugged. “I think if it’s you, yeah.”
“Still here,” Itadori said.
Nobara ignored him. “I guess. But you know, Kamo’s not completely awful, right?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Itadori complained. “You two’re worse than Sukuna.”
Fushiguro was getting better; he only flinched slightly. Itadori seemed to have decided on desensitization therapy for their friend’s deep and completely reasonable trauma surrounding the late curse. Nobara wasn’t sure that was the best course of action, but it did seem to be working. Although… she thought it was less that he was becoming desensitized and more that he refused to be traumatized by it if Itadori wasn’t.
That was stupid, of course. Itadori was traumatized. It was just that he’d gone so far down that rabbit hole that he’d looped back around to seeming normal again. That kind of insanity shouldn’t be emulated, but… whatever worked, she supposed.
Nobara finally turned back to Itadori. “Look, you’re a great guy, but you’re just… you.” Could she explain her reluctance? Not in the slightest. That didn’t make it less real. So she wanted to get it out there even if she did plan on eventually settling on him.
Itadori gave her a flat look. “I’m going to go talk to Inumaki-senpai.”
Once he was gone, Fushiguro shoved Nobara to the other end of the sofa and sprawled out. “So? This some kind of kink Maki wouldn’t accommodate?”
Nobara sent him a narrow-eyed look. “How’d you know? Has she been talking to you?”
“No, but it’s weird that you’re forcing this hypnosis idea when there are so many other options.”
With a sigh, Nobara shrugged. “Yeah, well… Yeah. I told Maki I wanted to try, and she shut me right down. Told me to find someone else for that.” She grimaced. “To be honest, we’re not super compatible. I mean, when we’re just hanging out, it’s great, and the sex is amazing but…” But their relationship was more friends with benefits than romantic love, and Nobara was finally getting tired of that.
Maybe Maki was too, because she’d broken up with Nobara this time saying she and Okkotsu were going to give dating a try. Nobara wished them the best. Really. It stung, but she did want both her senpai to be happy.
“You could just look for another woman,” Fushiguro pointed out.
Nobara bit her lip, trying to think how to explain her feelings. “We’ve all been through so much together… it just feels like… Someone outside our group won’t ever really get it, you know? And have you seen Ieiri-sensei having sex? She’s so freaking weird. And she’s the only other woman in our group who’s interested in women so –”
“Sorry, what? When did you see Ieiri-sensei having sex?” Fushiguro blurted out.
Nobara blinked. “Oh. She makes videos. Posts them online.”
Fushiguro looked stunned. He fell back against the seat and shook his head slightly. “Today I learned,” he mumbled. It took several moments for him to bring himself out of it and return to the topic at hand. “Okay, I don’t know that I think that’s necessarily the best way to think about things, but I get it.” Of course he did. He refused to date anyone for the exact same reason after all. Almost their entire generation was the same.
“I do want the kids though,” Nobara clarified. “Otherwise I’d be looking into getting Inumaki-senpai to hypnotize me into liking Ieiri-sensei’s crazy.”
“And you know Itadori’d make a good dad,” Fushiguro said with a slight smile. Oh good. He had understood her intention then. It was nice to know she’d trained him up properly as a friend.
“Why do you think I picked him?” Nobara asked. She wasn’t sure she’d make even a halfway decent mom, let alone a good one, so for the sake of her future children, she had to at least try to get them a good father.
The door slammed open. “I knew it!” Itadori shouted. “Damn it, Kugisaki, why can’t you just ask like a normal person instead of going around insulting me?”
“Cuz it’s fun riling you up?” Nobara guessed with a shrug.
Inumaki stood behind Itadori. Given his clothing, it was hard to say what expression he wore precisely, but his eyes looked that special kind of dead you got when you’d given up on questioning why the people around you were the way they were. Nobara had no idea why he’d look like that right now, but she was sure it had nothing to do with her. Itadori probably said or did something stupid.
“So did Itadori explain the situation to you?” Fushiguro asked.
“Salmon,” Inumaki said, tone just as dead as his eyes. He sighed, unzipped his collar, and carefully said, “I can, if you’re sure.” Even with those words, cursed energy hung heavy in the air as though trying to find some hidden meaning to attach itself to and enforce.
Nobara shivered. Hypnosis as a kink was kind of a fun ‘what if’ idea, but with Inumaki here enforcing it… “Have you ever, you know, looked into it or anything before?”
Inumaki’s cheeks pinked slightly, and he gave her a single, sharp nod, gaze fixed on the wall behind her.
Itadori, on the other hand, practically vibrated with excitement. “Apparently, Inumaki-senapi helped out Hoshi-senpai using it!” He beamed at Nobara. “Isn’t that great? He’s already got experience!”
“Are you okay with this though, Itadori?” Fushiguro asked. Way to risk Nobara’s awesome plan.
Itadori’s enthusiasm visibly dimmed for a moment before he shook himself and smiled. “I want to help you, Kugisaki. Even if it’s a little… Well, I love all of you, and if I can help out, then I will.” He paused, biting his lip as he thought, then added, “I’d like to know what… you know… kinds of things you like ahead of time though. Like, kinks and, uh, you know, e-erogenous zones and… you know… stuff. The things you don’t like too, so I know to avoid them.”
Nobara was mortified to realize that her cheeks had heated up. No. She was supposed to be cool and collected and totally not embarrassed at all here. She swallowed, trying to clear her throat discreetly, and nodded. “That’s fair. Uh, when would you like to do this, Inumaki-senpai?”
Inumaki sighed heavily and held up three fingers, then seven.
“March 7th?” Nobara guessed. A week from now. At his nod, she glanced at Itadori, silently checking that was fine with him. His agreement obtained, she forced a shaky grin. “Alright then, March 7th it is. I’ll see you then.”
Making a list of kinks was harder than Nobara’d expected. She found herself approaching Itadori’s room, a checklist in hand, then turning around and returning to her room. This wasn’t supposed to be an Itadori-approved list. It was supposed to be a list of what she liked. The problem was that it felt humiliating to imagine putting everything she found hot onto the list without knowing how Itadori felt about those things. What if he read her list and thought less of her?
He was Itadori. He wouldn’t do that.
Reassuring herself didn’t work very well sometimes, Nobara noted unhappily. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she could write that she was interested in toilet play, and Itadori would just look up what that meant, take a moment to absorb that, and apologize for being unable to fulfill that fantasy for her. The kinks she actually wanted to write down were far less likely to make anyone, let alone Itadori, judge her.
But she still felt stupidly anxious about it, and she hated it.
Maybe that was why Nobara eventually finished the list, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Itadori’s stupid head before stomping away. The nice thing about Itadori was that, aside from yelling after her a bit, he didn’t hold it against her.
“So I saw Itadori reading your kink list with Fushiguro,” Maki commented, sliding in across from Nobara at their favorite cafe.
Nobara jerked back, eyes wide. “Wait, he’s what?”
Maki smirked. “You heard me.”
Nobara was going to kill him.
Maki hummed and leaned forward, resting her head on one hand while she studied Nobara. “I have to say, I should have asked you for a list. So many things I never knew about you…”
Nobara was going to kill him. She sighed and closed her eyes. “So what is this? I thought you were disgusted and never wanted to see me again?” Not that she’d taken the words to heart, but she wasn’t going to let Maki pretend she hadn’t said them. She wanted the best for her senpai, but it stung precisely because of how vicious Maki’d been about the breakup.
To her credit, Maki’s expression fell, guilt twisting her normally confident features. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just…” She shook her head slightly and straightened. “I’m sorry. I’ve been… I know it’s been more than a year but I’m still… I’m going to take Ieiri-sensei up on her offer to refer me to a therapist.”
Nobara’s eyes widened, shock striking her mute for several moments. They’d had many arguments about that too, and she’d given up on Maki ever agreeing to seek help. As the words fully sank in, she smiled, the expression more a softening of the eyes than a movement of her lips. “I’m glad. Because of Okkotsu or…?”
“No, I… That was our worst fight, huh? And when you left, I thought… I don’t even think any of that. I just… wanted to hurt you because… I’m… hurting, and I was angry that you were moving on and getting better while I’m still…” Maki shook her head ruefully. “I don’t want to fuck up like that again. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life trying to make others as miserable as me.”
That was good. It was farther than Nobara had thought Maki would get, in all honesty. “I hope it works,” she said sincerely.
“So hypnosis, huh?” Maki asked, reminding Nobara that she needed to kill Itadori. “You really think that’ll work? I’ve seen your response to even dick-shaped dildos. You go full-on revulsion. I could see having Inumaki use his Cursed Speech to help you during the act, but it doesn’t hold over time like that.”
Nobara wrinkled her nose. “It should, since I want it to work. It’s not like I enjoy having that reaction. They’re just so….ugh.” She shivered. She didn’t know what it was about male genitals that bothered her so much, just that her entire being rejected them. In all honesty, she didn’t much like any genitalia. It was just that female genitals were less in-your-face and thus easier to ignore.
“Well, good luck, I guess,” Maki said, sounding like she thought Nobara was going to end up resorting to asking Itadori to knock her out before knocking her up.
Who knew? Maybe she would. But she’d try the hypnosis idea first.
The next day, after training, Itadori pulled her back to his dorm with him and, after settling himself onto a chair (while Nobara perched on the side of his bed feeling ridiculous for finding it awkward now), Itadori asked, “So how is this working?”
“Uh, your dick, my pussy, semen meets egg, and bam?” Nobara asked, trying valiantly not to retch at the idea.
Itadori huffed, managing to express irritation even while blushing brightly. “I mean is it a one-time deal? Like, do we do it once a month or whatever till you get pregnant? Or are we, you know, a thing? And will I be… I get you chose me because I’ll… because you think I’ll make a good dad, but like, does that mean staying with you, or are you thinking some kind of split custody deal or… what?”
Oh. That kind of how. Nobara shifted, considering it again even though she’d already spent a few months thinking this through and knew the answers by heart. “I thought… If you’re okay with it, I’d like to be together. With you. Properly. I don’t plan on asking Inumaki-senpai to undo it once I get pregnant or anything, you know? But I don’t plan on us being exclusive or anything. I know I’m not, you know, your first choice, and I very much still prefer women.”
Itadori’s eyebrows drew in toward each other, eyes squinting nearly shut as he thought about that. “Okay, but do you plan on dating anyone else?”
“Not… really,” Nobara admitted uncomfortably. “I’m not like, going to limit myself, but I don’t really see it happening. But I know you’re doing me a huge favor if you agree, so I’m not going to try to restrict you or anything. Just… if you could come home at night, at least when our kids are young…”
Itadori scratched the back of his neck, looking away. “Well, it’s not like I’ve got anyone right now anyway, but uh good to know.”
They were quiet for a while. Finally, Itadori cleared his throat and said, “So, you want to talk about the list or…”
“Never.”
“Gotcha.”
“And I’m going to murder you for sharing it.”
Itadori’s cheeks puffed out. “Look, what did you think was going to happen? I didn’t know what some of those things were, and I thought Maki-senpai already knew! And there’s no way you thought I wouldn’t share it with Fushiguro, and Inumaki-senpai needs to know for the hypnosis! It’s not like I told everyone.”
Nobara kicked at the chair he was sitting in, and the cramped quarters of his dorm room meant she was able to send him sliding back several inches before hitting the wall. In the end though, he wasn’t wrong, so she graciously moved on. “When are you going to get your own place? I’m not living here with you.” Not to mention that the remaining members of jujutsu society’s leadership were uneasy around Itadori, convinced that his time as Sukuna’s vessel had left its mark on him. Nevermind that Fushiguro had spent time as Sukuna’s vessel too, and a far less in-control one at that.
“That was something else I wanted to ask you about. I still, well, my gramps’s house is still there. And Fushiguro and I were talking about maybe, well, it’s kind of far away off in Sendai but…”
“Sure,” Nobara said. Itadori gaped at her. She smiled at his confusion. “I know I came here for Tokyo and all, but I’m kind of over it. I’m not saying I want to spend the rest of my life out in the sticks, but I wouldn’t mind a slightly smaller city.” Or rather, every time she entered the subway stations in Tokyo, she found herself hyperventilating, and the eye she no longer possessed ached so badly her remaining vision went white. So while she loved Tokyo, she thought it’d be best to get away from it for a while. Why deal with trauma today when you could deal with it tomorrow? Or never even?
As though he could read her mind, Itadori’s eyes narrowed and he studied her expression carefully. Finally, he sighed and shrugged slightly. “Well, it turns out that we’re pretty compatible kink-wise, believe it or not.”
“Wait, what?” Nobara blinked. She knew what was on her list. It didn’t match with Itadori’s golden lab energy in the slightest. “There’s no way.”
Itadori blushed and grinned sheepishly. “Well, you’ll see, I guess.”
When March 7th arrived, Nobara entered the dining hall to find not just Inumaki and Itadori there, but also Maki, Fushiguro, Panda, and Ieiri. The last shrugged slightly at Nobara’s questioning look, citing ‘a need for adult supervision.’ The group stood around a soft chair carted from who-knew-where with, for some reason, a music stand in front of it.
“Is this some kind of spectator sport now?” Nobara asked, even though she’d totally do the same if she heard someone was going to do this.
They all knew that, so the only one who bothered to reply was Panda. “It sounded interesting.”
Fair. They all needed more hobbies.
Inumaki held out a piece of paper for her, and Nobara took it, reading through the beginning of the contents quickly.
This will work best if you don’t resist. The more you resist, the more taxing it’ll be on me, and if it’s too taxing, I won’t be able to do it properly. Nod if you understand.
Nobara looked back up at Inumaki and nodded once, then looked back down at the paper.
To start with, please sit down. Nobara did, wriggling slightly to get comfortable. It was a nice chair, the sort of thing designed for long periods of use. Take out your phone, turn it off, and hand it to Itadori. Lean back and start relaxing. Don’t worry. I made them promise to leave once you’re fully under, so they won’t hear what triggers I’m going to install. The only ones who will know everything will be myself and Itadori, and I promise not to use it without permission.
Now, start with your head, and work down to your neck and shoulders. As you relax your arms, set this paper on the stand in front of you, then relax your hands.
Nobara knew what this was, but she wasn’t sure why Inumaki had given her a text-based induction. She didn’t mind playing along though. She’d had minimal luck with these online, but those were from strangers she didn’t know or trust. This was from Inumaki. She could trust him, even without his admittedly thoughtful promises.
Take a moment to focus on your breathing. Try to make it deep and steady, like you’re pretending to be asleep. Find your chest relaxing as you do.
Let your legs relax, from your thighs…
to your knees…
to your calves…
Your thoughts slow as you relax.
Each line you read slows your thoughts even more, helps you relax even more.
Let yourself become more relaxed.
Let your mind empty of thoughts.
Let yourself let go.
Sure enough, Nobara felt like this was working far better than those inductions online had ever done. Those always… did something she didn’t like. Probably. It was hard to remember just then, but… But this… She couldn’t quite… Whatever.
Finish relaxing your body now.
Your ankles…
Your feet…
Your toes…
Completely relaxed now, except for one thing.
One thing? Nobara’s brows furrowed slightly, then smoothed. Inumaki would tell her. She didn’t need to worry. Just relax.
By now, your eyelids might be growing heavy. It might be difficult to keep your eyes open to keep reading.
Don’t worry.
I’m going to count down from ten now. When you read the last number, your eyes will close, and your thoughts will drift silently, drawing no notice from you.
10
9
8
Slowing down, falling into deep relaxation.
7
6
5
No thinking, just sitting there peacefully.
4
3
2
No expectations, no worries, no tension. Just calm relaxation.
1
Nobara’s eyes closed and she sighed softly.
“You are in a trance, Kugisaki Nobara. You are deeply hypnotized.”
Those were the last words she was able to process.
When she woke up, she was alone with Inumaki and Itadori, and the lights were dimmed. Nobara raised a hand to her head, feeling the unusual sensation of knowing she’d forgotten something but being unable to quite figure out what. She mostly associated this with getting hammered, but her body didn’t have the accompanying tight, spent feeling. If there was anything else strange about her physical condition, it’d be that, as she shifted, looking around, she realized that her panties were fucking soaked. What the hell? “What happened?”
“Tuna mayo.”
Nobara glanced at Itadori for translation and frowned. Something was different about him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but… For some reason, looking at him made her feel weirder than she already did.
Itadori smiled faintly. “Do you remember being ￭￭￭￭￭￭￭￭￭￭?”
Nobara blinked, shook her head slightly, and rubbed her ears. “Sorry, I… couldn’t quite catch that.”
“Inumaki-senpai ￭￭￭￭￭￭￭￭￭￭ you. Do you remember?”
What was that static? Why couldn’t she understand that part of Itadori’s sentence? And this was especially weird: why was it making her hot? The residual arousal from… whatever had happened was flaring back to life. Nobara settled for shaking her head ‘no’ and saying, “For some reason, I can’t understand what you’re saying.” She felt off-balance and uncertain.
If this were any other pair of people, she’d probably be more concerned, but it was Itadori and Inumaki. She could trust them. That had always been the case, but now it felt like an ironclad law. The sky was up, the earth was down, and Kugisaki Nobara trusted Itadori Yuuji and Inumaki Toge.
Inumaki rose and, with a wave, left the dining hall, leaving Nobara alone with Itadori. She eyed him, wondering why she had the strangest urge to jump him. Like, she was positive he still had all the traditional male sex organs, which were ick as hell. That hadn’t changed. The thought of them made bile rise in her throat… but somehow that just made her want him more. What the fuck was going on with her head? How could she feel simultaneously disgusted and aroused?
Itadori stood, and had he always been able to make her stomach feel vaguely fluttery just by standing in front of her? Nobara’s gaze slid down toward his crotch, part of her unable to resist the thought of taking his cock into her mouth and - what the hell was wrong with her?
“Nobara?”
Her gaze snapped back up to his. He’d never called her by her first name before. That was… weird, but okay.
“Do you still remember wanting to have kids with me?”
“Oh. Yeah… I…” Had she told him that? Nobara struggled to remember. She recalled discussing the possibility with Maki several months ago, but the closer to the present she got, the more she found herself encountering gaps in her memory. “I told you about that?” she asked. Was she developing some kind of early-onset dementia?
Itadori didn’t seem concerned by her lack of memory though. He just smiled and nodded. “You did. Are you already off your birth control?”
“Yes,” Nobara said before she could stop herself. She flushed. Why had she just automatically answered?
The worst of it was that she couldn’t even bring herself to hate these oddities in herself. She’d always thought the idea of being unable to control herself was hot, and now that it was happening for some reason, it was making it very difficult to focus on the conversation rather than the way her body was urging her to get with the fucking immediately. “This… do you know what’s wrong with me?” she asked, because if it was something Itadori knew about, then that was fine, but otherwise she probably should get checked out by a doctor.
Itadori promptly nodded. “Yeah. And it’s just me. It won’t affect you around anyone else for the most part.”
Okay. That was fine. Nobara licked her lips. With her concerns alleviated, she found herself unable to continue focusing on other matters. “Just so you know, I’m super icked out by the idea of having sex with you,” she warned. She looked down at her feet, hands twisting together anxiously. “But, uh, I kind of like that? Weirdly? I don’t understand…” Why the hell was she telling him this? Her face burned. This was humiliating. What the fuck was wrong with her? It felt like the answer should be right there, but for some reason, she couldn’t grasp it.
Itadori looked amused, which just made the humiliation burn all the hotter (and turned her on even more). “That’s fine.” He leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, “When I’m done with you, you’ll beg me to use you however I like, and you’ll love every disgusting minute of it.”
Nobara’s eyes widened. What. the. hell?
“Oh, and you should call me Yuuji,” he said absently as he straightened. “Come on. I’d rather our first time not be in the middle of the dining hall.”
Nobara rose and followed Yuuji out and toward his dorm room. Their first time? Were they doing this now? “So can you tell me what’s going on?” She had to push through an unnatural urge to remain quiet to ask. Her mind was already jumping all over itself, one part of it wanting to know why the fuck she’d be quiet when she had questions and the other part screaming that she shouldn’t question Yuuji.
Yuuji didn’t seem to mind though, which shut up that second part of her. “I could, but you wouldn’t be able to understand me right now. Don’t worry. You consented to it beforehand.”
Well, that was reassuring. It didn’t occur to Nobara to even question it. Itadori would never lie to her. Another absolute truth of the world.
As they walked, she spotted Maki and felt a twinge of anxiety. To her relief, Maki took in the sight of the two of them, smirked, and waggled her eyebrows. Well, cool. Good to know Maki was in the know and okay with it. Now if only Nobara was in the know. What had Inumaki and Itadori done to her? If Inumaki was involved, it probably had something to do with his Cursed Speech, but she couldn’t for the life of her think what he might have done. It felt like there was a wall obscuring the obvious answer from her.
As they entered his room, Yuuji turned and locked the door. “You know, I wasn’t expecting how hot it was to watch that. So, sorry. I meant to do this slower, start with some nicer stuff, but it’s getting hard to hold myself back. Do you remember giving me your kink list?”
Oh. Now that he brought it up, the memory suddenly appeared in her mind. Nobara winced. “Yeah, sort of.” Knowing that Yuuji knew about her kinks made her stomach twist up in knots. Also, what was it that he’d watched that he found hot? The thought sat at the corner of her mind, tugging on a memory she couldn’t quite reach.
“Alright,” Yuuji said, taking a deep breath. As he did, his stance changed, and for a brief, alarming second, Nobara thought he’d been taken over by Sukuna. But no. Sukuna was dead. This was still Yuuji, but it was a Yuuji she didn’t recognize. He grabbed her wrist and jerked her forward, wrapping his arm around her waist and trapping her. “Then you know that you have no one to blame but yourself for this, Nobara.” He even sounded more like Sukuna, and that should not be turning her on as much as it was.
He kissed her hard, not bothering in the slightest to be gentle or sweet or any of the things Nobara would have expected from Yuuji. She shoved at him, bit his tongue, and tried to escape, but he just tightened his grip on her until it became hard to breathe. Slowly, she stopped fighting. Assured that he wasn’t going to be annoyingly wishy-washy about this, she melted.
CNC. Consensual non-consent. This wasn’t quite how she’d envisioned it, but then she hadn’t spent much time figuring out how to make that contradiction work. This was hitting close enough for her though.
Yuuji stepped backward, maneuvering them toward his bed without releasing her. Nobara vaguely understood what he was doing, but most of her was dizzy with exhilaration, caught up in the kiss that couldn’t be coming from Itadori Yuuji. He turned them and pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her. Finally, he sat up, breathing heavily. Nobara stared up at him, dazed. This was insane.
Nobara hissed in pain as Yuuji grabbed her wrists. She knew that he had inhuman levels of strength, but he usually restrained himself more, careful not to harm his friends even during training. “You’re hurting me,” she complained.
“So?”
Nobara’s heart skipped a beat. “Are you really Yuuji?” she breathed. It wasn’t possible. Yuuji wasn’t like this.
“They weren’t wrong,” Yuuji admitted. “You can’t be that close to that much poison for that long without any effects. It’s been seriously difficult holding back this past year.”
It took longer than it should have for Nobara to understand what he meant. Later, much later, she’d spend time considering what he must have experienced as Sukuna’s vessel that he’d never shared with anyone. For now, she just nodded. Not only was this Yuuji, but it was more Yuuji than the person she’d thought she’d known this entire time.
And yet, despite that, she didn’t think he’d changed. She still trusted him to be terribly, horribly, disgustingly sweet. He’d be the most sickeningly wholesome parent to ever exist. It was just that he was apparently also hot as fuck in bed, and she couldn’t even decide whether she was disappointed he was male or not. She 100% would have started dating him right away if he’d been a woman, but on the other hand, she wouldn’t be able to engage in her weird ‘disgust’ kink if that were the case.
Unaware of her thoughts, Yuuji pulled off his shirt, then paused, a mischievous grin forming. “Do you want to see a cool trick?” At Nobara’s wide-eyed nod, he said, “Number 667.”
It became immediately obvious what he meant. Her body stopped responding to her commands and fell limp, like a rag doll. “Nngh?” She tried to speak, but all she managed was a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat.
Yuuji sat back, grinning. “Inumaki-senpai’s pretty amazing, huh? All I have to say is your number designation, and you become my own Nobara-shaped fuckdoll.”
Frankly, Nobara found it more amazing that Yuuji said the word ‘fuckdoll’ without stuttering. She was going to be learning all sorts of new things about him, wasn’t she? She struggled to make her body move, but it was like trying to wiggle her ears: she knew the muscles existed, but she couldn’t figure out how to connect to them at all. Her body just lay there, and she slowly realized that she was starting to drool. Ew. Ew. Ew.
And of course, the more disgusted she felt, the more turned on she got. Her brain was so fucked.
Yuuji finished getting undressed, then eyed her for a moment in satisfaction before saying, “Get undressed, Number 667.”
Without any direction from her at all, her body sat up and removed her top. Nobara fought it, but there was nothing to fight. She was a prisoner inside her mind, unable to control anything but her own thoughts. Or no, that wasn’t quite true. With great difficulty, she could direct her vision. Yuuji’s control wasn’t perfect.
Nobara clung to that. She knew this was something she’d fantasized about in the past, but it had never occurred to her how strong the urge to dissociate would become nor how quickly it would form. Without any control over her body, it felt like she was breaking apart, and only her ability to control her eye reassured her that this was still reality.
Her body finished undressing and sat still, breathing and nothing else as it waited for another command from Yuuji. He stroked her cheek. “Would you rather I show you all your modifications now, or would you rather slowly discover them?” He hummed to himself, apparently uninterested in receiving an actual answer. Instead, he reached between her legs and gently rubbed his thumb across the skin there. He very pointedly did not touch her clit, instead exploring the rest of her, even directing her body to spread its legs for him. It did, of course, and Yuuji carefully examined her. His breath on her skin was warm and humiliating. Even Maki never sat and just stared at her like this. Nobara wanted to look away and close her legs and yell at him for being a total fucking weirdo, but she couldn’t do any of those things… and he was right there to see the reaction to it.
“Wow, you really do have a humiliation kink don’t you?” Yuuji mused. “I can tell you’re hating this, but you’re still getting even wetter. Who’d have thought Number 667 would be such a kinky thing?” He finally, finally touched her clit, and her body twitched, a pale imitation of the full-body shudder she’d have given if she were in control of herself. Yuuji laughed and went from refusing to touch her to touching her too much, rubbing his thumb in circles around and over her clit in a way that quickly crossed from fun to uncomfortable.
All Nobara could do was whine and twitch, mentally threatening to castrate him if he didn’t stop. Naturally, he did not read her mind and get the message.
Her orgasm, when it came, wasn’t even enjoyable. It was brought on too quickly, with not enough finesse, and her muscles were too relaxed to do the thing properly. Nobara was going to make Yuuji read a million sex guides before she let him touch her again.
She ignored that she wasn’t, strictly speaking, letting him touch her now either. She also ignored the disturbing realization that this Itadori Yuuji might not even care.
However, instead of moving on to actual sex as she’d rather expected, Yuuji just kept touching her. He even fucking pulled out his cell phone! What the fuck, Yuuji? He scrolled through Reddit with one hand while his other brought her to another unsatisfying orgasm and then another. Nobara was going to murder him. He was a dead man.
Then he switched hands, adding some lube to his fingers, and continued rubbing her clit with his thumb. This time, however, he slid two fingers inside her and mirrored the motion there, making Nobara whine louder. Her body jerked slightly, and her breath sped up despite her body’s best efforts to remain relaxed.
Yuuji moved on from Reddit to Netflix and put on a movie. What the hell was he doing? “Oh, sorry, can you see from that angle?” he asked before adjusting the screen so she could see better like she even fucking cared! Nobara rode out her fourth through sixth orgasms to the questionable accompaniment of some horror movie or other, torn between cursing him out and begging for more and absurdly grateful that her current circumstances meant she didn’t have to find out which she would choose.
That was when Yuuji finally set his phone down and stroked himself back to full hardness. “I guess that’s enough teasing. I don’t want you to murder me afterward,” he said with a laugh. He knew! The fucker knew! Nobara redoubled her determination to kill him as soon as she could move again.
Except then he pushed into her. She had half a moment to absorb the feeling of him inside her. It didn’t hurt - she was too turned on and had lost any so-called virginity she might once have boasted to toys long ago - but it was strange. Toys were room-temperature or less, generally. They were harder or softer, and the movements they made were mechanical in a way that she found difficult to ignore. This was none of that.
Yuuji breathed out, eyes closing to savor the sensation, then he pulled back and thrust back into her and started fucking her without offering her any more time to adjust. Her whole world narrowed down to the feel of his cock inside her and although she typically hated the idea of a guy’s dick, right now every inch of it felt perfect and she found herself moaning her encouragement as best she could.
“Fuck, ‘bara, fuck. You’re so fucking tight and wet. Fucking perfect,” Yuuji was saying, more curses than she’d heard out of his mouth in the entire time she’d known him . “Best fucking toy ever.”
Quite suddenly, control over her body returned to her. Nobara barely noticed when her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. It didn’t occur to her what it meant that her moans were louder, needier. Nothing mattered except the warm flesh pounding into her and, as Yuuji shifted, the regular jolt of extra pleasure when he bottomed out and pressed fully into her.
Primed as she was, she came again before Yuuji. She gave a token protest, movement slowing and her cries dying out in the face of overstimulation, but Yuuji kept going and it didn’t take long for her enthusiasm to return. Thought didn’t return until Yuuji’s rhythm changed. She managed to focus on his face and thought, ‘wow, that’s a stupid look’ before she felt heat and a strange pulsing sensation. Slowly, realization dawned. Oh. He’d cum. The realization triggered disgust, and that in itself forced her the rest of the way to her eighth orgasm of the evening.
Yuuji slowed and stilled, panting slightly. He braced himself over her and grinned his usual stupid Yuuji grin. “Sorry, I’ll have to work on that. I meant to leave you as a doll.”
If she’d been less exhausted, Nobara might have glared at him. Instead, she just gave him a dazed look and nodded her understanding. Number 667, huh? She absently wondered how that number’d been chosen. Yuuji pulled out and wandered off toward the bathroom. Nobara tried to sit up but only succeeded in flopping over onto her side. She stared blankly at the dresser in front of her. Her consciousness was returning, but it was slow going.
“You okay?” Yuuji asked as he returned. He was dressed once more. Nobara wondered if she’d passed out for a moment.
When she didn’t answer, his tone grew concerned. “Nobara?”
Oh. She needed to do something, didn’t she? “Yeah,” she croaked. She cleared her throat and tried again to sit up. “I’m fine.” With Yuuji’s help, she stumbled on wobbly legs to the bathroom, where she closed the door behind her and made herself finish the task of cleaning up alone. When she finally opened the door again, Yuuji was sitting on the bed looking at his phone. Her clothes were piled up at the end of the bed, and Nobara quickly put them back on, not sure what she was feeling.
Yuuji held his arm out for her, and with some hesitation, Nobara took his hand and let him pull her into an embrace curled up against his side. “Nobara, remember our deal,” he said quietly and suddenly her memory of the hypnosis returned. Not all of it. The session itself was blurry, and she felt large gaps in her memory within it. However, she remembered that it’d happened, and she remembered that she’d asked for it.
Yuuji gave her a few minutes before asking, “Are you alright?”
His expression didn’t show it, but Nobara could tell in the tense muscles of his shoulders and the agitated twitching of his feet that he was more than just a little concerned. She could have lied and reassured him, but he should be able to trust her the same way she trusted him. “I don’t know. I’m…” Drained. Exhausted. Wrung out. “Tired,” Nobara settled for saying. It was more mental than physical, though her body was tired too. More than that though, her mind felt like it’d been taken apart and put back together with glue that was still drying. She considered returning to her dorm, but after a moment, she instead curled up against Itadori and closed her eyes. She’d worry about it in the morning.
Nobara woke up to Itadori pressing into her from behind. Somehow, her clothes had come off, and she wondered whether that had been more hypnosis or whether she’d just been that deeply asleep. Whatever the case, she wasn’t hypnotized anymore. The effects that had allowed her to easily transform her revulsion into arousal were absent, and she stiffened. “Itadori,” she warned. For the sake of their friendship, she wanted to give him a chance to remove himself before she ended up attacking him. As much as she appreciated his efforts to ensure she got pregnant, she was going to need another round of hypnosis from Inumaki before she could handle that revolting piece of flesh touching her.
“Remember to forget,” Yuuji said, and confusion swept through Nobara. She laid still for a moment, trying to remember what she’d just been thinking about. Something about how gross dicks were, and they definitely were ick as all get-out… but Yuuji’s was also so very good at coaxing out pleasure from her body. She closed her eyes and moaned, ignoring the remaining aches in her body from the previous night in favor of enjoying herself.
This time, Yuuji was gentle. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he murmured as he reached down to touch her clit, making her squirm. “You’re so beautiful.”
Nobara flushed, embarrassed despite herself. Somehow, the context made the compliment hard to take. The same had always happened with Maki, and she tried to hide her face even further from Yuuji. He just laughed softly and continued to move slowly, taking his time, thrusting in and out without any sense of urgency.
“Yuuji,” Nobara gasped, a brief firing of synapses making her spill his name from her lips as she came. Her muscles squeezed around him, and he groaned and sped up. As Nobara came down from her high, he came, and she forced herself to breathe through the feeling of semen filling her. Without the insanity of the night before, it was harder to deal with the instinctive distaste, but she managed.
Yuuji waited until they had both cleaned up and gotten ready for the day before saying, “Remember our deal.”
Nobara blinked several times. Oh. She supposed she didn’t require another session with Inumaki. “What was that?” she asked instead of worrying about it. “You were totally different.”
“Well, yeah, it’s not like the things I liked before Sukuna just disappeared,” Itadori said with a frown. “I might want to fuck you up, but I also want to cherish you. It’s a weird balance to try to strike. It’s why I was happy when I read your kink list. Normally, I feel like I have to suppress a part of myself, but you’re just perfectly compatible.”
“Except for the part where you have to hypnotize me before I can stand having your dick touching me,” Nobara said with a snort.
Itadori grinned crookedly. “I dunno. I think it’s a little hot to force you to want me to do something you hate.”
Nobara flushed and looked away because she’d always considered the possibility of someone doing exactly that an unattainable fantasy and now it had abruptly transformed into reality. Compatible indeed.
When they met up with Fushiguro, who had a mission for them, the man eyed them both for several moments, taking in the way they stood closer together than usual though not touching. Then he shrugged, gave them their mission, and fell in on Itadori’s other side like always.
“Are you happy?” he asked later when Itadori was busy beating up some strong but stupid curse while they sat back and watched.
Nobara smiled. “Yeah. I am.”
“Good.”