Karma on Your Floor | SUKUITA (English Version)

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 The characters of Jujutsu Kaisen don't belong to me. Using an alternate, fictionalized version of Gegê Akutami's anime.

𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, Mixblues__

 

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    "There's a porn movie I watched -”   "I don't want to know." Hell, it's not a topic to talk about in these moments. Yuji is here for an interview for a job he desperately needs if he wants to continue not living on the streets. He's not interested in finding out why this guy masturbates. Really.    But damn, his voice is so deep and sexy I could listen to him talk all day. It should be illegal for someone who looks that good looking to sound like he makes women pull down their panties left and right as he walks by.  “– and it started like this."   "What?" But of course, of course the first thing this guy talks about is pornography. Man, what a waste of a beautiful face and a beautiful body too, if the way the model in that clearly personalized suit hugged her chest, arms and legs is any indication.   “Yes. I remembered just now,” says the man, leaning against the corner of the elevator and with his hands gripping the bars on either side of his hips. Yuji can only describe the action as ‘lazily seductive’ – not that he thinks he's being seduced, but well, he is seduced, though.   “So there was a brat, yes, she – ”   "Wait, wait, wait," Yuji intrudes, his hands gesturing with growing anger, his earlier rejection of the conversation completely forgotten. "Is this about a girl? Are you a pedophile?!”   The other man looks, and he still looks hot even when he's irritable, what exactly? And wow, his eyes are red – totally irrelevant, but very noteworthy; they match his seemingly fine, coral-colored hair very well, with fair but well-tanned skin.   ‘He's quite tall.'    You can't help but notice, it was one of the characteristics at first glance that Yuji was most looking for, since being tall he liked men who were even taller than him.  And this…   “No, idiot!” The hot guy growls, sounding gravely offended, “I meant like a short girl with big tits! Shit – Uraume stays on my foot when I use that term and now you made me say it, you idiot.”   “Okay. Why don't you speak soon ‘Woman,’ then?” Yuji says, unsure why he is complaining about the man's choice of words and feeling unexpectedly discouraged.    ‘So that's his type, huh? – short girls with big tits. Besides, who is this Uraume and why does he treat her so… Wait'.     "And I'm not an idiot, idiot!”   One of the guy's perfect eyebrows rises in what could be disbelief, but what is probably a fun disbelief.    "Maybe not. But you're still an idiot," he speaks slowly, and Yuji's protests quickly die on his tongue at the sight of the other's mischievous smile. “So, there is a “woman”. She gets into the elevator alone…”, the hot man continues, unfazed, as if he's not talking about elevator porn with a stranger he's stuck with in an elevator, 15 floors above ground, “… and she doesn't realize there was a guy chasing her, because he was like, hiding around the corner from where she was.   Yuji looks at him curiously. “Eh? It sounds like a ghost story.” "NO! You did NOT just say that! You…you bastard!" The other man adjusts from his relaxed position like a frightened cat and suddenly stands just a few feet away from Yuji, his finger pointing accusingly at him.   Yuji gets angry. This guy manages to be even hotter up close, but he won't tolerate being called names three times in a row now, completely unprovoked.   “Get your paws out of my face, you idiot!” Yuji takes off his offending hand and no, he doesn't feel a shock on very, very brief skin contact. Absolutely not.   Instead of yelling back like Yuji expected him to, the hot impecil “which sounded much more obscene in his mind” ignores him as he walks away, turning his head from side to side repeatedly, wild, unfocused eyes as they dart across the small elevator space.   Yuji's irritation turns to confusion as he watches the other man's shoulders grow tighter and tighter.    Soon he finds himself approaching to hear the other's grumbling and, perhaps a little, observe the tense lines of his long tattooed neck.   ‘He's all tattooed’.   He soon said that there could be more inside the term.  ‘Sexy’. “Damn, I should have gone upstairs, damn... shit.. damn Fushiguro and his damn movies...". I could hear muffled whispers from the man's lips, curses so clean that Yuji might need to clean his ears later, and he's getting seriously worried now.    The hot imbecile are you high or something? Is the other one about to go crazy over there with him?   "Hey, uh, are you..." Yuji hesitates to see the wide look the other shoots at him, and he realizes too late when he sees that the guy is shaking.    He is pale even with the tan tone on his skin. The man was biting his lower lip, and it was very distracting, but Yuji noticed other things too:   Because the tightness he has in the elevator railings (like a mirror of his previous pose, but ironically different now) is so tight, his knuckles are turning white, because his chest was rising and falling rapidly in very shallow breaths, because his eyes are dilated, showing more black than red, and because his back is hunched.    ‘oh, ele. ’ “Are you afraid of ghosts?”   The other man's eyes shine at him with panic and anger. His face-very pretty to look at, Yuji notes it's not the first time-goes from pale to red as he growls his denial loudly and vehemently. Yuji would have believed it if the guy wasn't also stuttering and shaking like a green stick.   Yes, I was definitely scared.   Yuji wouldn't have thought of this sooner, given the other guy's appearance, but seeing the man stutter and cringe is incredibly adorable. He also knows it might be a little cruel to think, but he can't help himself. What six-foot-something grown man who looks so manly is afraid of ghosts?   Height yes, the feeling of falling from a place like a roller coaster.  There would be no way hypothetically, for example, to prevent this elevator from falling or opening underneath and…it from falling quickly with the wind in its face…waiting for death down there and…NAO!. Now he's the one shaking just thinking about it.  The ‘cute guy’ is still shaking in his corner and Yuji feels really guilty about his thoughtless comment from before.    Megumi is right; he really has no tact at all. He should know all too well the feeling of being ridiculed for fearing something that others find silly or even cute. He kind of wants to go up to the other guy and comfort him, maybe give him a hug or ten, but with the way the other guy is still staring and muttering obscenities at him, chances are Yuji will have his eyes gouged out before he can even get anything closer than a foot to the guy.   ‘ He looks like a two-door electrolux fridge, he could pass me out with a punch.'  So, maybe a few words of comfort? "Um...well."   Wait – what the hell was he supposed to say?! He's not good with words. He kind of wishes Megumi was with him right now; he may be shit, but he's shit who actually knows/how to talk to people, no matter how much colder it is.  "Hey, so, uh," Yuji tries again, "I'm sure we'll be leaving soon. Someone has certainly already notified the maintenance staff."    The other man still doesn't look relieved. He looks even more scared now, great. In fact, Yuji is also starting to get a little nervous. Would his interviewers care if he didn't even show up? Does anyone know where they both are? A stopped elevator is quite noticeable, right?  "Maybe. Possibly…", he laughs anxiously, "...hey, at least we still have the lights on, right?”   Yuji will learn not a minute later that he really should just keep his mouth shut when he has nothing good to say, it's just that he really shouldn't defy fate.    He barely caught a glimpse of the other man's incredulous expression before the overhead lights began to flicker menacingly, calmed down, flickered again, and then went out completely with a soft, dying noise and-Yuji imagines something of fate was vaguely mocking him now. The heavy silence lasts only a blink of an eye before Yuji is knocked to the ground, his head hitting the wall as he falls. He records the pain for a second before something heavy and very solid lands on top of him.    Instincts make him raise his hands in defense, and his breath comes completely out of him, both from the weight and the sensation of the hard muscles that are involuntarily caressing him. Yuji is so distracted by the heat that he barely notices the screams in his ears. “WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, MAN?!”   Suddenly, Yuji finds himself jolted like a gas station dummy, the continuous movement and screaming increasing the pain in the back of his neck. Anger explodes in his nerves, burning the confusion and drunkenness of the other's very close presence, and he sits down, grabs the shirt under his palms, and pulls.    Yuji thinks he hears a button or two flying and touching the walls, but he doesn't care, because seriously, fuck this guy.   "What's wrong with you?! You could have given me a concussion! Damn!”   "Fuck you, you idiot! It's your fault!”   "What? How is this my fault, you idiot?!”   "You just had to jinx us!" The man screams, his voice growing shrill. "And now we're going to die here!”   “Oh my god you are a drama queen.” Yuji said he felt his breath close to him.    "There's a demon in the elevators! I hope it gets to you first- Hey. Where do you think you're playing?”   "What do I-what?" The confused alarm in the other's voice pulls Yuji out of his growing anger. Where is he playing? His left hand is still firmly attached to the other guy's shirt and the other is – he flexes his fingers and squeezes feeling the softness ah. Oh, God.   ‘That's a nice piece of ass.’   And so, Yuji realizes that he is still sitting on the elevator floor, being ridden by a very hot and very sexy man, and that, most importantly, their bodies are so close to each other that Yuji can smell the warm scent of vanilla on each other's skin, the mint on their breath.    It was so close that Yuji tilts his head a little and leans a little more, he knows that if he goes a little further he will finally find out if this man tastes as good as he looks. He thinks it would be even better than he thinks.    Mas ...    […] “There's a porn movie I watched - there's a woman, a girl, with big breasts.”   “Uraume stays on my foot when I use the term and now you made me say it.” […]   Yuji is not an idiot. Everything about this guy screams ‘straight’, not to mention that he may or may not have a girlfriend he calls by a cute name and that he seems like the kind of guy who breaks another guy's nose for looking at him weird.    Speaking of weird, Yuji means ‘can i hit your ass?’ in a funny way. And obviously the other guy is very scared. Yuji feels like shit again. Here he was, acting like a pervert and trying to take advantage of someone else's weakness.   "Hmm. I wasn't touching you." Belatedly he releases the grip he has in both hands and retreats. He doesn't get very far, just noticing the tightness the other has on his shoulder, very tight, Yuji feels nails digging into his skin, even through the suit he is wearing.   "You mean you weren't touching my ass a second ago?" the other says, in an inscrutable tone in the dark.   "It wasn't me. Seriously." Maybe Yuji should have played a little more. He's sure the man with the hot ass will beat him to death any minute.   “If it wasn't you, then who – ?”   There is a deep breath, then a sound that Yuji thinks is a squeak, before he feels the weight come off him. He instantly misses the other's addictive heat and wants to beat himself up for having such stalking thoughts.   He hears a rapid movement to his right, and his vision has become accustomed to the darkness enough to see a dark silhouette on his hands and knees crawling toward what appears to be a corner of the elevator. Yuji only has a second to imagine the wonders of ‘hot man' on his knees before being dragged hard by the arm. “What are you… ?”   “Sit here!”   “Or what?”   "Here - just. Just sit here in front of me and let me hug you!" the other says in a panicked voice. What? Yuji must have misheard. Surely this hot guy isn't asking them to snuggle up. In the dark. Where are just the two of them. "What?" he says out loud, needing to be absolutely sure, at the risk of sounding like a stupid, broken record. "Don't make me say please, you idiot," the other hisses, his voice almost a whisper, as if he really doesn't want to beg Yuji any more than he already has.   He will let the name calling and violence pass. The guy said technically ‘Please’. Then Yuji, the kind person that he is, gets on his knees and approaches. His outstretched hand lands on something... firm but fleshy. He gives a curious squeeze and he moves away from his reach, a foot suddenly appears to kick him sideways.   "Wow. What the hell?" Was that the thigh of the guy with the big ass?   “Turn the fucking body over now!”   There's a sharp tug on his shirt, and Yuji, still stunned by both the kick and the slow realization that he's groped the other man again, goes on without complaint. He falls on his butt and is immediately dragged back by a tight grip until he sits between two of the man's raised knees.   "There," the guy says as he pats Yuji on the back and then grabs the jacket tightly. "Stay like this until the lights come on again.”   "Uh." Yuji murmurs intelligibly. A distant part of his mind is aware that the other man is using him as a shield against whatever evil he imagines will attack them, but Yuji cannot care.    He can't process the fact that he's playing at cuddling while sitting with a stranger because he can sense, through the deep rumble of the other man's voice, that his back is terribly close to the other man's chest.    Which means other things are also very close. Like a man's thigh, his arms, his face, his warm breath and intoxicating perfume, his warmth and, most urgently, his groin.   ‘Oh dear, hey.’   In fact, he doesn't care about it at all. Now, if only he could get a little closer…   “egg.”   "Fod-" He is startled by the whispered breath in his ear and backs away sharply, which is a big mistake when the still-sensitive collision in his head connects with the other man's skull with a loud pop. “Ouch!”   “Son of a b– What the fuck?!”   Yuji feels the man retreating and does his best to ignore the other man's muffled moan while nursing his own headache.   Behind him, he can hear more muffled curses and cannot help but shudder in sympathy.    "Oh, shit. I think you broke my nose. I think it's fucking bleeding.”   ‘Oh meu God ’.   He shrinks.    Itadori Yuji, you are an absolute threat to society. After that, if he is allowed to live, he should no longer be able to approach handsome men, under penalty of damaging their perfect faces and noses.   "Shit, I'm sorry!" Yuji kneels down and turns around. He blindly reaches out, landing on the guy's hair and damn, why is he so cute and silky?! - and he very carefully lowers them down the sides of the man's face. "Here, let me..." He stops and panics at the moisture he can feel on the man's cheeks, but then he realizes those weren't thick as blood, so…   “Wait, are you crying?”   The man also kneels and wraps his hand around Yuji's wrist, leans back trying to get rid of his grip, but Yuji just follows him and doesn't let go. "I'm not crying! Let me go now -”   "Just let me see, you idiot." Shit, his skin is soft and so warm. Now that Yuji has actually touched him, he's finding it hard to think why this, whatever his reaction to this man, is a bad idea.    Never before has he felt such a strong mixture of attraction, lust, curiosity, anger, worry, and other confusing things, all for one person, and almost all at the same time.   "You're an idiot! How will you see if everything is escur-”   But suddenly, it's not dark anymore. The lights return without warning, and between one breath (full of vanilla and mint notes) and the next, Yuji finds himself staring into red, very red eyes, watching in fascination as the pupils twitch with the sudden glow.   Yuji sees the blood from his forehead to his nose, which thank God is not broken and bleeding, although the bridge is starting to turn red and swollen.    Pleased that the guy's perfect nose will remain perfect (at least for now, who knows what will happen in this damn elevator yet), his gaze immediately turns to the other guy's eyes, they are a beautiful shade of red, like precious rubies.    Yuji is distracted by the watery glow and sticks his thumbs in the lower part of the man's eyes, briefly disappointed that they reflexively close and block out the reds he is quickly becoming fascinated by.   The skin under his hands is even hotter now, and he wonders the blush he can see on the man's cheeks, hard to see through his lightly tanned skin, but very visible from Yuji's proximity, kneeling between his spread legs and hunched over his body as Yuji was. Could he be too..?   "...What are you doing?" The other says in a low voice, with his eyes still closed.   "I-I.. I'm not sure." Yuji says, because he has the feeling that ‘I think I like you’ It's not the appropriate thing for a guy to say to a stranger he met less than an hour ago.   The man below him opens his eyes and there is confusion there, Yuji notices, and other things he doesn't know how to name. Each point of contact between them causes a burning sensation in your nerves, causing your heartbeat to thunder and your pulse to accelerate.   From the other's now dilated pupils, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and the ever-increasing tightness in Yuji's wrist, he's feeling it too. Then Yuji takes a deep breath, gathers as much courage as he can, and takes a risk. "Can I..?”   Yuji waits with bated breath and quickly diminishing hope as the guy just stares at him silently.    But then he releases Yuji's wrist and grabs the lapels of his suit with both hands, pulling it down until they are almost nose to nose, sharing heat as well as the air being breathed.   “Don't make me say please, idiot”, he says, with amusement and defiance evident in his tone, and Yuji loses what little patience he has when he closes his eyes and the touch arrives-.  It's not his first kiss, as much as it is, but it's his first and it's not much of a date with people. But at the first touch of his lips, he lets out a sincere moan, as if the feeling of it all were so new, and he wanted more.    Pleasure chills Yuji's spine and he comes closer, his tongue licking the other's lips and entering the warmth of his mouth as he lets out a sigh.   Their tongues slide against each other, wet and filthy and so good, and it is Yuji's turn to moan, the other swallowing with a smug smile that Yuji cannot see but can feel against his lips. In revenge, he tilts the other man's head, the better to lick his taste, and Yuji is rewarded with one hand grabbing his hair and the other circling his waist, pressing him even closer.   They part with echoing moans, because now, their sticks are so hard against each other.    Yuji looks at the other man, his dazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips curling into a sensual smile, and knows it's a sight he can quickly get used to seeing.   "Damn. This is just like that porn movie I watched. Just with more clothes.”   "Oh my God, shut up about it- oh, just. Do it again.”   "What? That?" The man speaks slowly, his arms wrapped around Yuji's neck and his back arching on the floor as he lifts his hips and rolls him, rubbing his penis against Yuji's maddeningly slowly.   "Shit, yeah, fuck, you're so sexy," Yuji moans and dives back in to devour the man's mouth again. He's past the point of being embarrassed by his need for this man, and it shows in the way he slides his hands across the body under yours, savoring the little sighs and shivers he's eliciting.   "I know. But you then…" says the man, filling his hands in his ass, as they part and need to breathe again, and Yuji is inexplicably pleased with the compliment and the fact that the other seems as desperate as he is. Yuji's hands find support on the other's hips, settling below the v of his hip bones as if they belonged there, and he steps back, setting the pace of his movements at an almost frenetic speed.    He's not a teenager anymore, but he really feels like he can cum like this, fully dressed and almost having sex with a stranger on the floor of a stationary elevator.   "I can - oh - cum like this, shit," the other man expresses Yuji's thoughts, in a hoarse grunt filled with admiration and intoxicating excitement, as if he doesn't believe he really can, but is willing to try anyway, and damn, if that doesn't make Yuji harder.   "Me too, oh God." The hands that knead his ass suddenly cause him to lean forward, and he muffles the moan on the other's neck, sucking the skin off his tattooed neck and loving the taste of sweat on his tongue.   "Haaah, tell me nnhhh. N-name. Your name. So I know... know what to scream when you make me cum in my pants," the other breathes into his ear licking his lobe, making Yuji shudder, each word punctuated with a squeeze on his ass.   "I-Itadori ahhh Yuji." He says around the moan he lets out as he feels a finger poke his hole, the touch sending sparks to his skin even through the fabric of his pants and boxer shorts.    Yuji narrows his eyes at the other's smug look, and he slides one hand up, then under the wide shirt (which he ruined the buttons), tossing it aside to reveal the dark nipples.    The man sure exercised, the defined fleshy skin was to kill.    The sight of the nipples hardened to the beak leaves Yuji watering in his mouth, and he lowers his head to run his tongue across the stony surface, moaning at the breathless moans the man is making as he continues to lick and bite his raised nipple.   “Damn brat”.   Yuji can feel the familiar tightness in his groin growing closer and closer to the edge with each strong pressure from his penis, and he spins his hips faster, the man below him responding with equal fervor with his hips and voice rising higher in despair until he is almost screaming.    "Oh shit, fuck, it's good. I'm close ah- Yuji!” He rubbed his dick with every syllable.    The look of pure happiness on the other's face as he cums, and the sound of Yuji's name moaning in that sensual voice makes him rush to his own orgasm as he twerks, a glowing pleasure making his toes curl and his breathing become irregular.    They continue rubbing each other, almost without thinking, until Yuji falls against the other man, burying his face in the curve of the other's neck and inhaling the scent of his skin and hair.   “That... This happened,” he says when their panting subsides to normal, which took an embarrassingly long time considering they technically had sex.   But of course he never got to that point with anyone, being a man who could get pregnant he wouldn't take that risk with a stranger out of the blue.  "Mm. Get out," the other man pushes his shoulder and Yuji obeys, taking the weight off the other, but still hovering and staying close. "Ugh. My pants are a mess. Ouch. And my nose still hurts, bastard.”   Yuji stifles the laughter he feels growing in his throat as he watches the guy turn up his nose cutely-in disgust and then in pain.    "Uh, sorry, I guess? But not because of your pants," he adds, still feeling a little proud that he made another man cum just by having dry sex and playing with his nipples.   The other man leans on his elbows and stares at him with a heated look. “Of course not, Yuji. I bet you wish you didn't regret it again soon.”   His smile as he says he's sinfully wicked, full of promise for a next time, and Yuji feels his cock twitch in his own messy pants. Oh God, this man is going to kill him. "Fuck you. And I still don't know your name, idiot.”   "What? Did you want to scream too?" he says, in a provocative tone. "Well, you made me cum. As a thank you, you can call me-”   Without warning, a loud noise is heard before the elevator doors open and a scandalized scream fills the space, startling Yuji into getting up just as a young lady with white and red hair, with a very high heel, advances towards the elevator and pulls the other man abruptly.    As if her scream wasn't enough to give any signal in the other man's ear, forcing him to stand.   “Suku-San!!! How could you?!”   “Oh, Uraume!”   “ Suku-san’?! And wait, that's Uraume?!’   "You idiot! I can't believe you left your office and all your paperwork to me to seduce a potential secretary! Do you want to be accused of sexual harassment?!”   “In my defense, I was the only one seduced here”.   Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say as the girl smiles with a winter-cold smile and begins to explain in detail how such an excuse will not be valid in court, while continuing to pull the ear she has as a hostage.   The more Yuji watches the spectacle in front of him, the more certain he is that she is not a girlfriend. More like a sister, actually, or a mother, or a nanny. A mix of all three, perhaps. He feels relieved.   "Yuji, Sukuna I see you met. Among other things." A voice says out of nowhere, which means it could only be–   “Megumi!”   “Fushiguro!”   Yuji saw a face point inward in the elevator, seeing the black-haired familiar figure. A beat of silence, and then –   “Wait, you two know each other?!”   “Look at them, Uraume-san. They are already saying the same things at the same time.” Megumi says, with clear amusement in her words and tone, even though her face is completely empty.   "Very amusing indeed," the strange-haired girl agrees, laughing innocently behind a delicate hand.    Yuji is not convinced of the act, especially when, not even a second later, the Uraume approaches and approaches him with a shrewd look and contemplative gaze.   "Then. You must be Itadori Yuji." She doesn't wait for an answer and continues: "Well! You are hired!”   "What do you mean I'm hired? I didn't even get to the interview!" Yuji says, completely confused. He wasn't expecting a post-dating hug or anything, but what's with this twist? He still has cum drying in his pants, for God's sake!   "Don't worry about it, Yuji. It seems your boss approves of you anyway," Megumi says as she makes a judgment about Yuji's appearance, an irritated face.    "What does that mean! And boss?! | I don't –" Yuji stops when he hears the amusing laugh of the other man, whose name is Sukuna, apparently.    How confidently he can stand there with his hip raised (completely different from his previous terrified self), despite how disheveled he looks, is a mystery to Yuji.   "Oh-ho? So this is the guy you were talking about, huh, Fushiguro? Yes, I definitely approve," Sukuna says, her voice cheerful as she takes a lewd look at Yuji.   Yuji has been called slow, or sonso, a large number of times before, but the implications of this conversation are not lost on him. He still can't believe it. He almost had sex with his future boss.   “Oh, No.”  His mouth remained open.    "Oh, yes. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow in my office at eight o'clock sharp, my new ‘sexytario’." With a wink and a mischievous smile, Sukuna walks past him and out of the elevator, but not before slapping Yuji hard and hard with his fingers dug into his ass.   Yuji turns away surprised just in time to see Sukuna and Uraume turn the corner. Then Sukuna leans back, his smile still in place, "And you owe me for the shirt and pants and for almost breaking my nose, I-ta-do-ri," and with a cheeky wave, he's gone again.   “Good luck, Yuji,” says Megumi beside him, in a tone of solidarity, as if to say that ‘he's your problem now’.   ‘Oh no. What the hell have I gotten myself into?’   .   .   .   6 Years later “Well…that's how I met your father”. He said as the pink-haired, red-eyed boy smiled happily.    “Oh, so Papa was scared of the dark in the elevator and Mom hugged him”? The boy asked curiosity.     “Yes, that's right”. Yuji laughed as I lightly heard the noises of the dishes Sukuna was washing stop, causing their voices to become prominent. “Dad was very happy”.   He laughed with joy at his son, little did the boy know what a roller coaster ride it was like for him and Sukuna to date at work, they kept making out practically every day hidden in the broom closet, since Miss Uraume always lurked in the office to see that they were doing the work and planning the meetings.    It was a good 2 years of euphoria until they revealed the relationship, which after a few weeks was forced to change to the assistance sector of Satoru - Sukuna's Partner.    His greatest anger was to put a certain Yozoru in his place, the bitch wanted at all costs to offer herself to Sukuna every day, and he made his daily scandals for his new boss, who laughed at the soap opera drama that was his life.    He tried to ask for Uraume since Sukuna didn't have that choice despite being the boss, but she wouldn't let him, and Megumi couldn't help either other than wanting to see the circus burn down.    But that didn't stop there, with so much running around the cow was still getting in the way of him having his clandestine meetings, renting Sukuna's ear, so he needed to be smart, since his boyfriend was very busy and they could hardly meet outside of work beyond the weekends.  This caused him to bump into Sukuna in the hallway one day, both quickly going to the closet like two animals in heat, almost getting caught.   They were in such a hurry that they didn't even hear about the sacred condom, causing them to conceive Yuku right there and he became pregnant.    The boy now in his arms was curious, which he gladly continued to answer questions as lightly as possible.    “And Mom got the reward, right? And he cured Dad of the disease by staying with him forever at work”. Yuku threw his arms up one ‘hurray’.   “Yes, but this disease has no cure because your father can't even hear the word fantas-”   “Yuji, what nonsense are you telling the brat?”   He laughed when he saw Sukuna arrive from the kitchen with a dish towel over his shoulder.    “The truth”. She winked at her husband, who crossed his arms in front of her.    “You said I'm scared, because you didn't say how the next day you begged me in the closet to fuck-”   “Sukuna!” Yuji kicked the man in the shin to shut up, before seeing his son's curious eyes. “He's only three years old”. Yuku pulled on the T-shirt Sukuna was wearing, which made the muscles in her arms very prominent with the tattoos that circled her arms and wrists.  “Is Dad still afraid of monstr-?”   Sukuna widened her eyes and put her hand in her son's mouth. “No…don't talk…”    “Puke?” the boy's voice sounded muffled as Yuji saw Sukuna sit beside him, walking away so the boy could speak. “Pope but there is no bich-”   “Xiii”. Sukuna made a sound with his mouth, kissing the boy's forehead before resting his face on Yuji's shoulder, kissing his neck there.  “If it doesn't exist, don't talk about them”.   Yuji saw how Sukuna was slightly trembling against himself, he laughed as he brought the boy to snuggle the three of them.   “That's right, it doesn't exist so let's not talk about them, right?”    Yuji laughed when Sukuna stared at him, seeing his temptation to mock his fear to death, her husband is hopeless.    “I'll get you”. Sukuna smiled slightly and Yuji picked up one of the strands of coral hair that had fallen onto his forehead, combing it back.    “No way, you bastard”. He whispered, joining his lips with him attentively, sighing deeply into the kiss.    They continued for a few seconds, and Yuji felt Sukuna relax beside her, before gently walking away, keeping her gaze fixed on her husband. They exchanged a knowing smile, and Yuji couldn't resist whispering.   “I love you.” Sukuna gave him one last kiss before looking into his eyes. “I love you too”.   Yuji gave him a little peck on the nose again, whispering. “My fearful”.   Sukuna mung something in response, but was interrupted by Yuku, who suddenly came closer, placing his small hands on his father's face. The boy stared into the man's eyes before planting a snapped kiss on his cheek.   “No need to be afraid, Pope. I will protect you from monsters!” Yuku declared with all conviction, the serious and determined little face.   The face was totally Sukuna's, but the little boy made soft, loving expressions like Yuji when he was determined.    Yuji chuckled softly, his heart warmed by his son's sweetness. He stroked Yuku's hair, agreeing with him. “That's it, baby. With you around, daddy doesn't need to be afraid.”   Sukuna, who would normally have responded with a taunt or mockery, simply remained silent, looking at his son with a soft, almost incredulous expression. Finally, he smiled, a genuine, affectionate smile, and pulled Yuku and Yuji closer, hugging them tightly.   “With you, I don't need anything else,” he muttered, kissing Yuku's forehead and then Yuji's lips. What began from fear, ends safely, under the arms of his family. 

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