Blood and Ink

by Zerberus_Valentine

Summary:

As if his life wasn't bad enough already, Yuji comes home one summer day to learn that his uncle Sukuna has been appointed his legal guardian until his granddad is out of the hospital. He’s forced into an uncomfortable living situation with Sukuna, who unexpectedly intrudes on his life after years of absence. Can Yuji juggle schoolwork, everyday life, and his growing attraction to the older man? Maybe one day, Sukuna can even teach his little brat that he doesn’t need to fight the world alone.

Chapter 1: Welcome Back

He watched mesmerised how the long slender fingers lovingly caressed a leather bound book. Oh how much he want to be a KDrama main Character that now thinks about these Fingers on his own Body, but the truth is, that he simply don’t want to continue learning and searches for any fucking thing that could distract him from the upcoming half term exam. The second Truth is that those fingers belong to his best Friend Megumi. “Pretty Gay” he grins childlike while sinking deeper in his Armchair. Megumi just shot a sharp look towards Yuuji. “Maybe if you spend as much time learning, as daydreaming, you would pass” He counters and sits back. Yuuji pouts in his Notes “I have good grades in Sport and Englisch. Fuck all the Math Stuff”. His best Friend didn’t even answer. Yuji knew well enough that he still needs a passing grade in ‘all the Math Stuff’. Back in reality the image of his Grandpa scolding him for the bad grades sneaks into his Mind. Aggressively he shakes his Head and the thoughts away.

It was quite common for them to meet up in the library to learn. Well, at least for a couple weeks. Megumi thought about asking Yuuiji why he suddenly learned together with him, but he wouldn’t get an answer anyways. His friend had the tendency to just smile brightly and assure that everything is ok, even if it is a lie. With a long sigh he sat down and pulled the Math notes to himself. They still had some time, so he could explain ‘all the Math Stuff’.

Yuuji soon hung on Megumis Sleeve like a Toddler „Pleeease, like there is more to learn! Like that Shit with like… Angles?“ he tried desperately. Megumi turned around angrily „You made it more than clear that you‘re done with learning today“ he snarled. Just Moments ago his Friend was complaining about how full his head was and that Megumi is a Sadist for teaching him Match „Besides, it‘s late. I really need to get home“ he sighs. He really liked Yuuji, he did! But in recent weeks he was even more clingy than before. Constantly inviting himself over and spending all of his free time with Nobara or him. It got annoying. The oversized Toddler tracked behind Megumi, still pouting. They left the library and crossed over the schoolground, when a tall man with pink hair entered the teachers office. Megumi looked over his shoulder if Yuuji was still there, but yes. There he still was, pouting. How curious.

The next day Yuuji tried all ways possible to invite himself into Nobaras home. They shared the last period, so it was the perfect Time to start his plan. Even though the general Energy of the school irritated him today. There was a certain buzz between the students, after they left their class. Groups of people, mostly girls tho, stood together. They whispered, giggled and shared what seemed to be photos on their Phones. Good thing that Nobsra wasn‘t into gossip, so Yuuji wasn‘t sharing her attention. Well…but his gay ass wasn‘t really completely invested into his own plan. Did the people whisper about a hot guy? He was interested- no! He had bigger Plans than just a hot guy! He told his friend about the last Party he went to and about his Plans for the Weekend, while the mumbling got more, the farther they came to the front door. Nobara should come as well! They should choose her Outfit! Like now, he needs to come home with her to prepare. That was the only right Plan for the day! At least he tried to convince her of that.

Yuuji stops in his motivational speech. The irritation of the mumbling around them finally gets to him. Why do people always need to whisper and fawn when there is a hot guy? At least it is what he got out of the snippets he heard. Wonder about a good looking stranger in front of the School. Nobara heard it as well, judging by her sight “Honestly. I don’t get it. Tall, Muscles and Face Tattoos? Sounds like trouble… or like no brain, just looks”. Her comment raised eyebrows from the Girls they just passed. Personally he thought something similar. The way the Girls and Boys swooned for the stranger was probably blown out of proportion anyways “You know how they are. To be stuck with Books or being black out drunk -” He didn’t finish his speech a second time, but this time his Brain completely shut off.

In front of the School stood a black Car. Really not a car that could be described as sleek and sporty. It was angular, mean and brimming with too much power. Leaning on the Hood, with a lazy cigarette in the corner of his Mouth, was the owner. Taller than most around him, his shirt fighting with the sheer bulk of Muscles. His Face was already angular, but it got even more sharp through the black Tattoos hugging its features. “Sukuna?” Yuuji asked when his Brain caught up in the here and now again.

Sukunas Head turned to the sound of his name. His Mouth picked up into a slight smirk. He pushed away from the car and strode towards the teen. His posture oozed confidence. “A good Day to you as well, Brat'' his Voice was laced by a mocking laugh “Do you want to stay in that door, or get into my car?” Yuuji realises that he froze right in the front door. He jumps to the side and apologises to the people behind him. Great. He will never hear the End of this. Shyly he glanced at Nobara, who looked unimpressed as ever. “I will absolutely not get in your car” He said with as much confidence as he can scrap together “Come, let’s get home” he grabs his Friend at her sleeve and storms right past the taller Man. He could feel the burning gaze at the back of his Head, but tried to just get away “Yuuji what the Fuck?” Nobaras voice ripped him out of his thoughts “S-Sorry. It’s just like you said, Man like that are just trouble” “Yeah, but you clearly knew the Name of the specific Trouble?” she asked with a mixture of firmness and worry. “Just a bad Memory. Please let’s talk about something else” she probably thought Sukuna was some clingy Party hook up and he was fine with that. If everything just works right, he will never see him again anyways. Oh how wrong he was.

Yuuji annoyed Nobara long enough to take him home with her. He lounged on the floor of her Room with his Homework in front. A Sunbeam felt perfectly through the Window onto his back. The warmth loosened up his tight muscles. Comfortably he stretched into the feeling and yawned happily. “You look like a way to big Housecat,” Nobara snorted from her desk. Yuuji simply stuck out his tongue to her.

Nobara laid down her phone „Do you want to talk? You know… Megumi and I worry…“ she asked uncharacteristically soft „You‘re so clingy the last Weeks and now that guy…“ obviously she immediately wrote to Megumi what happened! He was the more empathetic of the two… she wished, she would lie… Slowly both came to the conclusion, that they are royally fucked without Yuuji being there empathetic translator. How do you even care for the emotions of somebody?! „Did he like… do something to you at a Party?!“ Yuuji turned away from her. Her Fist crashed hard into her desk „That little Fucker! I‘m going to-“ „No!“ The pink haired boy shot up „No! No- Oh god you‘re bleeding!“ He quickly got the med kit out of the Bathroom and tended to Nebaras bleeding knuckles „Really no. I don‘t even know him really, just the Name“ he promised half hearted „Really. Maybe it‘s just puberty. I‘m just a bit down, you know how it is“ He smiled at her. No, he couldn‘t tell anybody what was going on… well and now there was Sukuna… The thought alone made him a bit dizzy. He hadn‘t talked to him in at least ten years. The Memories were still so clear tho. How his cool uncle came to family bbqs and played with him. He always took time for his nephew. Always was there for him. Until… until his parents died. The last Thing he remembered was a very loud and very aggressive situation between him and his Granddad seven years ago. When little Yuuji came out of his hiding place, the whole downstairs was smashed and his poor Granddad was bleeding badly. He still could taste his tears and snot, while his ten year old self needed to learn how to apply bandages. His stomach tightens at the memory. He never wanted to see Sukuna again… and now his Grandad was in Hospital. He couldn‘t even talk to him, get his protection. He was all alone. Tears welled up in his closed eyes when Nobaras Voice pulled him out of his heavy Mind „Want to grab Ice out of the 7/11? The Weather is way too good to stay here“ she sighed out of the window.

Yuuji for his part loved the Idea! Shortly after the two walked outside. Nobara lived a little bit out of town. Not as far out as Yuuji, but far enough to trade concrete Buildings with trees and meadows, but still with a stable bus connection. With their Ice Cream in Hand, both sat down on a bench in front of the convenience store . Together they watched people walk by, living their lives. They gossiped about people, school mates, celebrities, everything they could think about. Soon the warm Summer Sun began to set. Nobara accompanied him to his bike. He still quite the ride home. The countryside wasn’t connected very well by bus. Every Day he took his bike to Nobara and then they took the bus together into the city to school.

Looking back after his friend, he frantically searched for an excuse to stay. But he couldn’t stay with his friends forever, even he knew that. The thought of his empty home set a shiver through him. Automatically he pulled his Jacked close. To go home into an empty house, cooking dinner for just one person and then going to sleep in this way to quiet house broke him every Day a little bit more. Yuuji missed his Granddad, he missed him with every breath he took. Sure, when he visited the Hospital and just got yelled at, this pain lessened a little, but it came back full force as soon as he stepped through the front door of his Home. He didn’t even notice that the key only turned once before the door swung open. He didn't notice the pair of black boots in the hallway. Till he suddenly came to a stop. Just a couple steps away from him was Sukuna. The man lounged in one of the kitchen chairs, as if he lived there for years. This was all a nightmare. Yuuji was sure of it, this couldn’t be real. He rubbed his eyes, but the taller Man just won’t disappear.

“How do you even get in here?“ Yuuji sighed with Both Hands over his Face. Maybe he goes away if he can‘t see him “I broke in.“ Sukuna nodded towards the door “You should really change the Lock. It was painfully easy to get in.“ “Thanks for your concern.“ His Hands dropped down again. This evil won‘t just go away so easily. He stood awkwardly in the hallway staring into the Kitchen Area. “See, it‘s nice that you came over and said Hello, but could you please go now? I‘m going to cook dinner and would like my peace“ The taller Man just grinned back at Yuuji “Great, what are you going to cook for me brat?“ Defeated, the teen put on his apron.

After rummaging through the fridge, he decided on a simple Hamburger Steaks. At least he could feed two people with that. The silence between them was even more deafening than the usual silence of the empty house. He turned up the Speaker with one of his upbeat pop playlists. Soon he could forget the looming presence at his Kitchen Table. Forgetting was his big strength recently. Sooner than he would have liked, he shoved a plate of food in front of Sukuna „Here. Eat and go“ he pouted in a want to be angry expression.

Sukuna watched as Yuuji flopped down opposite him. He leaned with one underarm on the table and grabbed his chopsticks “I would love to, but I can‘t“ he said with finality. Yuuji deflated visible in his seat. “I‘m not here because I had some kind of revelation that I missed you, brat“ He added between bites. It was actually not that bad! Or he was way too used to protein bars and microwave meals, thought Sukuna. “Then why are you here?“ “Your School called me”

Yuuji sighted. That leaves more Questions than it answered. “Why?” he asked with an all surrounding gesture with his Chopsticks. Why did they call? Why do they even have Sukunas Number? Why Sukuna?? “See, you’re underage, so you need a legal guardian to stay with you till you’re a legal Adult or the old Man is back. I’m your only family in this area. So the school called social service, who dug me out and then the school called me.” “Legal Guardian?!” Yuuji repeated in shock. No! No that can’t be. Not him! “I’m getting along very well on my own!” He stuffed his Mouth with food. “I can’t care less if you are able to care for yourself or not, brat. I’m here because I have to be. And I won’t leave.” Sukunas Voice didn’t leave any Room for discussion. It was more than clear that he hated their situation equally to Yuuji. Since when the taller Man obeyed to rules, was another mystery Yuji will try to forget.

Way into the Night Yuuji laid awake. His face was only illuminated by his Phone screen. The thought of Sukuna on his Sofa filled him with unease. The older wanted to take the Room of his Grandpa for himself, but Yuji actually got his wish and made him sleep on the Couch. His Fingers hovered over the Keyboard of the Messenger. A Text to his Friends about the Situation was already typed out, but he just couldn’t bring himself to press send. He rolled onto his Back and decided to delete it. Hopefully nobody would notice if he simply doesn't say anything. Nobody needs to know. Nobody needs to know that his Grandpa is in the hospital. Nobody needs to know that he can’t keep up with School and housekeeping. Nobody needs to know that Sukuna is here. Nobody needs to know that he has financial struggles. If he just smiles and laughs and makes everybody around him happy, everything will turn out quite alright.

Chapter 2: Welcome Sukuna

Yuuji had the perfect view of the backrest of the living room couch from his spot at the kitchen island. The only light came from the window behind him. That didn’t really help him prepare his lunch for school, but he was afraid of waking Sukuna. Even from his angle, it looked uncomfortable, how the tall man was lying more or less across the couch. He really didn’t want to bother him any more by waking him. The feeling of guilt nagged at Yuuji’s conscience, but then he remembered who Sukuna was. That helped ease the guilt - at least a little. Sukuna would do worse to him, after all.

Gingerly, he placed broccoli and sausages in his lunchbox next to the rice. It was way cheaper to make lunch at home than to buy it! See, education system? He was a big, responsible boy! Shuffling from the sofa pulled him out of his self-praise parade.

Sukuna groaned. His back was already killing him. One of his legs had been hanging off the couch the whole night, and now it was screaming for blood. He threw an arm over his eyes. Why was he being punished like this? Well - he was very aware that he deserved punishment, but why like this?!

Yuuji already had one hand on a small bowl. Sukuna had a hard night, and he had leftovers - no. No! This was a very bad man. He didn’t deserve his kindness!

After packing his lunch, Yuuji sneaked out of the house. The leftovers sat in a container in the fridge, labeled with a big “DO NOT TOUCH!” post-it note. Sukuna could get his own food! Pah!

Riding his bike felt magical today. The strain on his muscles, the wind in his hair. It blew the thick air of the house straight out of his lungs. His head cleared up kilometer by kilometer. The sensation was so exhilarating that he rode right past Nobara’s house and continued toward school. Somewhere behind him, he heard her angry shouting. He ignored it.

With each push of the pedals, his stress melted away. Even an easy smile crept onto his lips as he locked up his bike. His gaze slowly swept upward - Nobara was standing there, glaring at him, sweaty and fuming.

“Oh! Hey! I -”

“Oh, hey!” she mocked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Why—the fuck—did you ride straight past me?! What record were you trying to break?! Do you see how sweaty I am?!”

Yuuji had the decency to blush. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know you were biking to school, too. I just needed some movement, and -”

“Freak!” Nobara growled and stormed into the school.

Yeah. He needed to find a way to apologize to her. Luckily, she never stayed mad for long. He had a decent chance to make up for it by lunchtime.

The classes dragged on painfully. He was sure the clock was running at half speed! But finally, his first break arrived. Counting his coins, he scanned the cafeteria for an apology treat for Nobara. Money was tighter than he liked to admit. All his savings had gone into his grandpa’s hospital stay. So, there wasn’t much left over for himself. He needed to make his own money. And that was… a different story.

Actually, he enjoyed the way he made money, but it wasn’t something he could do too often. Too dangerous. If someone found out - he’d never be able to go to school normally again. No. He needed to be careful. That meant only working when he had no other choice.

With a sigh, he bought a chocolate bun for Nobara and began forming his plan to apologize.

Lunchtime arrived, and Yuuji sat with a bright smile and his lunchbox. Nobara took his apology, then sat across from him in a heated discussion with Megumi. Everything was refreshingly normal. He could just smile and laugh with them. Then the conversation shifted toward weekend plans.

“Well, there’s gonna be this pond party! It’ll be great! And drinks are 20% off for students!” Nobara beamed.

“So, you mean an underground rave in the park?” Megumi asked dryly.

“...Well, yes, but it’ll be great! You’re coming, right?” she grinned at Yuuji.

The pink-haired boy gulped. “Yeah, sure!”

Crap.

He barely had enough money to eat for the next few days, let alone party. But skipping out wasn’t an option. His friends would know something was up. That meant he really did need to work today. Maybe he’d get lucky and Sukuna wouldn’t be home when he came back - or maybe he could let his uncle take over his grandpa’s room. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about being overheard while working.

No. No, that wasn’t an option. That dick didn’t deserve his grandpa’s room!

Megumi had been watching Yuuji’s face for a while now. His friend was an open book, and there was definitely something he wasn’t telling them. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, the school secretary cleared her throat next to them.

“Excuse me, Mr. Itadori? The director would like to speak with you. Please visit him after your last period.” his stomach dropped. Yuuji’s mind spiraled for the last two periods. What could the director possibly want? Did he do something? The last fight he got into was weeks ago! Shit—what did he do?!

Nobara’s constant questioning didn’t help his nerves. He tried to shake her off on the way to the office after class, but she was persistent, promising to wait until he was done. He loved and hated her equally right now.

Yuuji sat nervously at the desk, playing with the hem of his hoodie. He had never broken any school rules! Well. Except for the fights. But that was different! Why would the director want to talk to him?! He checked the clock on the wall every second now. Why was this taking so long?! The clicking of a door opening made him jump.

“Ahh, sorry for the delay!” The director laughed as he sat down, smiling warmly. “I hope you didn’t wait too long?” Yuuji shook his head. Saying nothing meant he couldn’t say anything wrong. The director shuffled some papers, then pulled out a few sheets.

“I heard you have a legal guardian now. Someone who can actually take care of you!” he said with a bright smile.

Anger boiled in Yuuji’s gut.

His grandpa took care of him just fine! Better than Sukuna ever could! How dare this guy compare them?! His knuckles turned white as he strangled his hoodie hem. Besides, he didn’t need anyone to take care of him. He was perfectly capable himself. The director took Yuuji’s silence as agreement and continued.

“You know, Parents’ Day is coming up soon! I think it would be the perfect opportunity for him to meet your teachers, other parents, the staff, and of course, your classmates!” He said it like he had just discovered fire.

Yuuji unclenched his jaw. “Sukuna is very busy. I don’t think he’ll have time.” Nope. Very bad idea. He couldn’t even imagine Sukuna here, surrounded by teachers and students. It would be a disaster.

The director slid a pamphlet toward him. “Please give this to him anyway. I’m sure he’d like to at least look at it.” Yuuji planned to throw it away. Until he saw the second piece of paper underneath.

“Please have him sign this waiver confirming that he read it and return it to the secretary tomorrow.” The director smiled knowingly. This old man absolutely knew he was tricking Yuuji. And he was damn smug about it. Maybe people who had worked with children for years actually understood how they behaved.

While biking alongside Nobora, he tried to tune her out. She had a lot of questions about what the director wanted from him, and he wasn’t ready to answer any of them. Instead, he fed her a casual, “Oh, it’s just some bureaucratic crap Grandad needs to look over. Nothing interesting.” She didn’t really seem to believe him, but she stayed quiet about it for now, preferring to rant about a teacher who had written her up today for a dress code violation. Soon, he dropped her off at her house and continued home. He really didn’t have the energy to spend more time with people today, and he still held onto the hope of being alone at home.

Yuiji gingerly opened the front door and peered inside.Nobody at the kitchen table… no one on the couch…“I’m home,” he called into the house. No response. He was alone! Maybe Sukuna had finally fucked off and he wouldn’t have to live with him anymore. A dream! But then, he saw the duffle bag with neatly folded clothes sitting next to the couch, and his smile fell.

Oh. Never mind.

Standing in front of the couch, guilt crept in again. How did Sukuna even fit on that tiny thing? Even he couldn’t sleep on it comfortably—and he was at least a head shorter than him. At least! He always had to look up at him. Yuiji softly touched his cheek. Was he - blushing at the thought?

No! Absolutely not. It was just warm in here! Flustered, he threw open all the windows to air out the ground floor and put on his cleaning apron. Time to get productive!

He cleaned the kitchen, bathrooms, and living room. Now, he stood in front of his grandpa’s room, his hand outstretched and shaking. It was the right thing to do. But he simply didn’t want to do it. It felt like a betrayal to give Sukuna his grandpa’s room. He’ll be back soon, Yuiji told himself. And then it’ll be a huge hassle for him to put all his things back! He shook his head. No! Sukuna could put his things back himself. That muscle-head should be good for something! And besides, Yuiji needed a safe space to work without Sukuna constantly hanging around.

Gingerly, he stepped into the room.

It had only the bare essentials: a double bed pushed into the corner, a single nightstand, a dresser, and a desk with a chair. Everything was simple but high quality, a blend of light and dark wood. Yuiji pulled the white curtains back and aired out the space. Then, he stripped the bed, stored the blankets and pillows in a bag, and started the laundry. The dresser was the easiest place to start. Most of the clothes were already washed and folded, though a lot were still in the hospital anyway. All the important pieces, things that actually reminded him of Grandpa, were there with him. These clothes? Just fabric.

Before long, he had emptied the dresser and wiped it down. First box filled.

The desk drawers and nightstand were quick too. Just some junk, old books - nothing that really felt like Grandpa. The hardest part was last. Everything on display. Family pictures. Photos of him. Cool little knick-knacks Grandpa liked.

Every item Yuiji picked up made his hands shake, his throat dry. He blinked away tears while boxing up the photos, taking in shaky breaths with every memory each object brought back. It’ll all be back in place soon, he reminded himself. Soon, Grandpa will be back, and all his things will be too! This is t e m p o r a r y.

When he was done, the room felt… empty. Sterile. Wiped clean of any trace of personality. For some reason, it felt even worse this way.

Yuiji carefully stored the boxes in the garage, then made the bed, threw a day blanket over it, and carried Sukuna’s bag inside. At least now, he wouldn’t have to worry about waking him up in the morning. Or, hopefully, seeing him at all.

Afternoon turned to evening, and Sukuna was still nowhere to be seen. Yuiji had taken advantage of the sunlight, finishing his homework out on the deck. He even got to enjoy the last sunbeams while eating outside. The wooden deck didn’t have any furniture, but the planks were warm from the sun, and he could lean comfortably against the house.

Still no sign of Sukuna. Oh well. More time for himself. Before heading in, he wrote a couple of Post-it notes.

One on the shoe rack at the front door:Cleaned up Grandpas room for you!

One on the desk in the room: School docs. Need this form signed by morning. Put it in the kitchen Please!

He even left Sukuna a block of Post-it notes and a pen in his room, because, you know, he was such a nice guy. But now? Now it was time for a shower. And time to spend his evening alone. He blushed again, thinking about how exactly he was going to spend the rest of the night. Exciting.

Sukuna massaged his tense neck in his car.

He took in another client after closing time. Good Money, but late hours. In the end it was usually worth it. The clients without a register at his tattoo parlor usually had the most interesting things to say. But he’ll think about that later.

His neck hurt, he was bent over a complicated leg tattoo the whole day and every move let his muscles tense up right now. The thought of sleeping on the tiny couch gave him a slipped disc. Carelessly he tossed his boots into a corner at the front door, before he saw a pink note. ‘Cleaned up Grandpas room for you!’ at the bottom there was a scribble of a sleeping cat. Well, there are still wonders in this World!

Carefully he opened the door to the old Bedroom.

On top of the made bed was his bag. The curtains danced with the night breeze and the rest of the room was clean and empty. It really wasn’t his style in furniture and there was no decoration at all, but the bed looked big and comfy, so he simply counted his blessings.

After he put his few things into the dresser, he sat down at the desk. Another pink note greeted him “School docs. Need this form signed by morning. Put it in the kitchen please!” He quickly read through the waiver.

The school wanted him to visit parents day to meet teachers, parents and students. He grimaced. There were at least a million other things that sound better. He really doesn't want to play a normal functioning adult for so long. To lie about how much he loved that old dick and how sad he is, that that thing is in the hospital. Or meeting Yuijis Teachers and try to act as if he was invested into the educational career till now.

He sight and flipped through the pamphlet. Wow. The school really took this seriously!

The parents would go with their children through a school day. Meeting the teachers in class and at the End there would be a big meet n greet with the whole school. Kind of excessive, if you asked him.

He signed the form, that he read the advertisement and layed in into the kitchen. On the way he got some cup noodles as his dinner. He paused at the foot of the stairs. The brat seemed to be asleep already. There wasn’t a peep from upstairs. Perfect time for his research.

Back at his table, he pulled out his Laptop. The last client had something very interesting to say. He told him about social media sluts, basically the modern form of prostitution. Cute little things begging for dms and then giving out price lists for photos, chats, video calls, etc. He was even shown one of their favourite little things. A cute boy named ‘Boy_Princess’. He never shows his face, but the body looked weirdly familiar. But he only had the quick memory of a picture that was shown to him on a phone. So he sat down to investigate.

After some time of scrolling he found the profile.

“Boy_Princess” was a surprisingly fitting Name for the profile. All of the pictures were shy poses with a hidden face, but the defined body and light freckles didn’t leave any doubt.

Plus, Sukuna memorised every single of Yuijis birthmarks since his childhood. You never knew when you needed to identify people with bags over their Heads in the family business.

The muscles of the brat were still a bit soft and looked even softer wrapped in silky pastel fabrics. Nothing over the top, cute hoodies and shorts, with a defined lack of thigh highs for some reason. The page was surprisingly safe for work tho, till he read the posts and not just looked at the pictures. “Sorry Daddy, I run out of allowance again. DM me pwease?” and variations of that. All in irregular spacing. Sometimes two per week, sometimes only one every two months. The last one - from 30min ago.

Sukuna should really not text him - from his official account.

Good thing he had one exclusively to like porn. He looked up his account again and clicked on the direct message Icon. His finger hovered a couple moments over the keyboard. „Hey Baby boy, you need Money? Make me a good offer“ he landed on. Not romantic, but got the point across.

He was thinking way too much about this, normal bitches he would text without any thoughts… His Blood was probably just too high in his Body right now. But that can be changed.

While waiting for a notification, he got rid of his Shirt. He changed into only joggers and tossed his boxers and socks into a laundry basket Yuiji left for him at the door. Much more comfortable, he sat back down.

The thought about which porn to open got interrupted by a message ping. He changed back onto the social media tab and opened his conversation with the boy princess. „I have a lot to offer daddy“ followed by some spicy, but not explicit sample pictures and a price list. That boy was a professional! If he wasn‘t so surprised, he would be impressed!

He scrolled through his options for a while. It seemed like the other side wasn’t really interested in chatting, so he didn’t really engage. It was way easier without anyways.

There were different poses, toys, outfits and media to choose from. He simply took something in the medium price section and chose the current Outfit, a really interesting looking black demon tentacle Dildo and whatever pose. Soon he had a payment link and the confirmation “I’m getting ready for you Daddy~”.

Sukuna leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.

Fuck.

Realisation of what he did hit him like a train. Did he just purchased Porn from his nephew?!

Fuck fuck fuck. Why?!

He simply was so caught up in the Moment, that he didn’t think! He could already see in the samples that it was Yuiji, so why fucking buy more?!

Shit.

Well. It was simply to help him financially. That was the last he could do living here! Helping his cute nephew with his small business. All innocent if you think about it like that!

Sukuna stood up and shut down his Laptop. He would simply not look at it. That would be what a responsible adult would do!

But his Body was way more honest than his mind. He could feel the fabric rubbing onto his interested cock. Already more sensitive by just looking at cute pictures in shorts and a bit of exposed belly. Thinking about it let his still soft dick throb.

Ok, he was pent up, but that was natural in his situation! Not really a lot of time to pull somebody while changing his whole living situation from the city to some rural area.

He let himself sink into the bed. God that was heaven for his back. The mattress and pillow were so soft, no comparison to the couch. His

Hands glide over his torso. Feeled along the hard lines of his muscles. Explored the slightly different texture of his tattoos. Lower and lower. Over the bulging veins above his crotch. Till he reached his waistband and his slowly hardening dick.

The Notification Ping of his Phone nearly startled him.

He stared at the little text on his Lockscreen “Boy_Princess send you a picture” He swallowed.

He had completely forgotten that he had the social media app installed as well. He should at least open it, right? What if Yuiji saw the message, he could never explain that!

So he opened the picture.

There the little brat was, cutely sitting half way on the Monster Tentacle, his pretty hole swallowing up the silicon toy. Sukunas Hand gripped his half hard one through his pants as if he was possessed. His eyes fixed on the cute blush pink nipples of his nephew.

This one time, only one time. He repeated in his mind, while his Hand pushed past his waistband. If the brat can silently shove that thing up his ass, he can stay quiet while enjoying the pic for sure!

Notes:

I hope you liked the first Chapter!

Hopefully I'm getting a bit faster in writing, but thank you for your patience with me! I'm always happy to hear your thoughts <3