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Ever since Yuuji could remember he’s always found solace in his father’s lap.
His dad has always held him so gently, so tender and warm despite his cold exterior. Yuuji’s earliest memories were of him cuddling warmly into his father, feeling his soft breath on his round cheeks, feeling loved, held, and cherished.
Gojo carried him around so much that his mother had scolded them numerous times that Yuuji would get spoiled, that he’d grow restless when he isn’t being held by his father. But Gojo paid her no mind. His heart doubled in size whenever he took Yuuji in his arms, his little boy something so special wiggling in his arms. He feels so protective of him, so possessive in wanting to keep him held close to him whenever anyone was around. Yuuji’s tiny hands and feet never felt the ground with Gojo around. The boy growing restless the older he got, connecting the warmth of Gojo’s arms and lap to safety and love.
And the older Yuuji grew, the more attached he became to his dad. He would ditch his toys to sit with his dad, cry and whine till he gets to have his meals fed to him by his father while he sat on his lap. There was nothing Yuuji loved more than being with his daddy, spoiled rotten by the person he loves the most.
Despite their daily cuddles and sleeping on the same bed,Yuuji’s favourite thing remained siting on his dad’s lap. More specifically; his thighs. He loves climbing the couch and plopping himself on Gojo’s thigh, scooting sometimes to the edge to sit on Gojo’s knee. His favourite game sprang from Gojo’s nervous tick of bouncing his leg while working. Yuuji had woken up from his nap missing his dad and barging into his office but Gojo was too busy working. Yuuji had promised to stay quiet and good, and he was. Except for the delighted giggled spilling out of him because of Gojo’s shaking leg making him hop on his dad’s leg.
“Hop, hop—look at you, light as a feather, baby.”
“It’s so fun!” He squealed between giggles, his tummy feeling warm and fuzzy, “Sorry daddy, I’ll be good! I promise! Please don’t send me away!” But how could Gojo even think of such a thing when his cute little bundle of joy was making the numbers on his computer screen settle into clearer lines and the headache throbbing in his head ease down and make his pants slightly tighter…
“Bouncy-bounce, my tiny mouse, hopping like a bunny, I would never send you away, you’re mine, aren’t you bee?”
It had become a routine of theirs then, to play this game whenever Yuuji perched himself up on his father’s lap for his attention. Wether it be at night when Yuuji needs to be rocked back to sleep or in the middle of the day while Gojo works in his office or watches TV with Yuuji. And every time, Yuuji’s tummy tingled, making him feel warm all over.
And tonight was no exception. Yuuji had woken up from an awful nightmare, kicking and screaming, refusing his mother and everything she offered until she carried him to his dad in his office.
Sitting on his desk, Gojo holds a sniffling Yuuji, cooing in his ear and hopping him on his leg till he calmed down. Kissing a mumbling Yuuji asking to stay the night with Gojo, who could never refuse his little one. His leg gave the occasional bounce, keeping Yuuji on his lap, holding him loosely by the waist to keep him steady.
Yuuji loves his daddy, adores him, glorifies him. But he was starting to grow restless, upset by the lack of attention his father was giving him. His nightmare lingered in the back of his mind as he picks at Gojo’s paperwork.
”Daddy can we play together?”
”Not now.”
“Daddy—“
“Not now Yuuji.”
“But—“
“Dad’s busy baby. Patience.”
Yeah, Yuuji was really really upset.
Having a nightmare was one thing, but not having his dad comfort him all night? Kiss him all over? Whisper loving words into his ear and kissing his tears away from his rosy cheeks?
Sniffling, he scoots down to Gojo’s knee as his bounces slow over time. Yuuji’s presence always calming Gojo down. A warm, sweet pup on his lap was all he needed to calm his loud mind. Work became irrelevant and less of an inconvenience because his Yuuji was right there, the one he works so hard to provide for, spends restless nights working extra shifts just to make his son the happiest boy alive.
Yuuji swings his legs, peering over Gojo’s desk to find something to fiddle with that Gojo won’t scold him for. He plays with the pens, spinning them around and humming, lost in his own world when Gojo’s leg suddenly freezes.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh?” Yuuji clutches the pens innocently. He hadn’t ruined anything, spilled no ink, made no mess. But still his eyes grew wide and anxious as he looks up at his dad’s hard stare. “Hop hop?”
“Stop wiggling around.”
Yuuji’s hips stuttered as his gaze snapped down. His lips wobbled as he slowed down the slow squirming of his hips on his father’s knee. Gojo’s tone was cold, tight. Yuuji hates it so much. Hates his daddy’s work, his laptop, his papers, and the stupid numbers that held his father’s attention away from him.
“Don’ yell at Yuuji…”
“I didn’t yell at you. I’m telling you to stop.”
Yuuji still flinches, sniffling as he nods, ever the good boy for his daddy. “Mm ‘kay…”
Yuuji stopped moving. Barely even playing with the colourless pens anymore. He had just woke up frightened from his nightmare; his nerves were spiked and his gut queasy. He hasn’t gotten the attention he needed from his dad yet. No smothering kisses, no bedtime story and thigh caresses.
Yuuji misses him. So much.
He didn’t even notice his hips started moving again until Gojo’s hand wrapped around his tiny thigh and squeezed.
“Sit still.”
Yuuji squeaks, tears wallowing up in his soft doe eyes, almost shaking Gojo’s resolve, “Daddy you’re being real real mean…”
“Daddy’s trying to work and you’re not being a very good boy, Yuuji.”
He wasn’t being a good boy? Gojo might as well have hit him.
“‘M jus playing…Sorry daddy…”
“Now sit still or I’ll have to give you back to your mother.”
A pathetic whimper leaves Yuuji’s lips and he bites them extra hard to keep them at bay. His tummy wasn’t tingly and warm anymore on his father’s lap like it always was. It hurt. It squeezed and kneaded at his guts, he felt a little sick, a little too empty, too cold.
Yuuji adjusts his position on Gojo’s lap and nods, supporting his weight with a hand on Gojo’s knee. He swings one leg and tries to not annoy his father further.
But this angle was different… something was poking at Yuuji’s… at Yuuji’s panties….
He doesn’t dare look down and instead tries to shift again but it hits something tender inside Yuuji’s panties that makes his body jolt, letting out a small squeak. He slaps his hands on his mouth and risks a glance at Gojo, but his dad’s too focused on his work, reading glasses low on his nose as he types away with one hand.
Yuuji processes the feeling.
It was… electric. Like a soft nip to his private place and sharp pinch to his tummy. It made the warmth he misses from his dad return, if only for a fleeting moment. Yuuji misses it already.
Chasing it, Yuuji rolls his hips around his father’s knee, trying every dip and rise of the bone. Rubbing down on Gojo’s thigh was making him queasy, restless and impatient. Yuuji wanted more. He always wants more.
Yuuji squirms, practically vibrating with impatience, his thighs pressing insistently against Gojo’s knee. Gojo wouldn’t even look up from the papers scattered across his desk, his sharp focus unbroken, though the faint twitch of his jaw betrays his irritation.
“Yuuji,” Gojo said, his voice low and steady, warning laced in the tone Yuuji adored the least. “Stop moving. I’m working.”
“Mm, I’m just… sitting,” Yuuji murmurs, stubborn and upset at being stopped, shifting again and letting his hips grind lightly against Gojo’s leg. He can’t see why he’s being bad, he always sits on his dad’s lap and he never… he never talked to him like this when they played together before…
Gojo pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling through his teeth. “You’re squirming on my knee. Sit back.”
“Mm, but is warm…” Yuuji whines, leaning closer, pressing a little tad harder. “Daddy’s warm.”
Gojo’s hand hovers over the papers, stiff, tense, but he doesn’t move Yuuji away. He just lets the boy squirm, his attention split between work and the quiet insistence of Yuuji’s body, of Yuuji’s obvious needs he was trying to hard to be a good father and ignore. Yuuji’s movements were deliberate, Gojo was sure, almost playful. He wasn’t sure if this was just their game or something teetering dangerously close to something worse… something more…
“Focus, focus,” Gojo mutters to himself, though his knee shifts slightly under the weight, giving Yuuji just enough encouragement to press a little more.
Yuuji hums softly, satisfied, and Gojo tries not to groan, not to let his guilt eat at him. He was a grown man with responsibilities, a grown man with his child on his lap, seeking his— seeking what? What was Yuuji after? Was the boy discovering a new kind of pleasure for the very first time or was Gojo just being a dirty pervert thinking about his son’s cunt getting wet because of him? Yuuji had a way of making Gojo question everything about himself everyday, his patience, his morals, and his own primal needs towards his little boy….
Gojo’s throat tightens.
He holds Yuuji’s thighs, shifting them and trying to pull Yuuji gently off his knee. “Yuuji…you need to get down.” His voice is firmer this time, the edge of the coldness he used before lingering harder. “Now.”
Yuuji sniffles, blinking up at him, a little dizzy and confused. “But… I’m being good, right? I’m listening,” he murmurs, voice small and pleading. “I don’t mean to…do anything bad.” He shifts slightly, pressing against Gojo again despite the gentle tug. “I’m not making any noise to upset daddy, you said I could stay…”
Gojo squeezes Yuuji’s thighs, throat drying at the soft pliant flesh in his hands, heart twisting with guilt and tenderness at Yuuji’s soft voice, his pleading. “I know you’re trying…but you can’t stay like this.” His hand moves slowly under Yuuji’s side, trying to lift him, trying to be gentle but firm.
Yuuji frowns, bottom lip quivering. “I… I just like it. I like being here. It feels… nice. Please, please daddy don’t be mad at Yuuji.” His little body grinds a fraction harder, entirely innocent, just trying to hold onto the comfort he feels. A sniffle escapes as he rubs one eye red and puffy.
Gojo’s chest tightens painfully, hand reaching up to soothe Yuuji’s eyes, scoop the tears away. “Daddy’s not mad.” His voice softens without him meaning to, guilt giving way to quiet worry. He cannot stand the sight of his baby crying, and Yuuji was being so good, too good… “I just…I can’t let you do this, ‘kay? You’re too… too young to understand.”
“But I-I want to be a good boy!” Yuuji protests, cheeks flushed red and eyes glossy with tears. Arousal or hurt, Gojo wasn’t sure… “I’m listening! I’m listening to you! I don’t know why you hate me daddy, but I want to be good, I do!” Yuuji’s voice breaks, stabbing Gojo in the heart, “I just wanna be with you…” He presses again, sniffling, completely desperate and innocent, ignoring his father’s words and pressing his little cunt harder on Gojo’s thigh, hips rolling with every little sob.
Yuuji doesn’t understand why his daddy is being so mean to him… does Gojo hate him? Does he not want to play with Yuuji again? Did he not feel warm and fuzzy when Yuuji hopped on his leg too?
Gojo swallows his remorse, torn and impossibly hard. “Yuuji, baby, I know you do. I just need you to trust me when I say stop.” He shifts slightly, more insistently this time, trying to move him off without hurting him. “Trust daddy— enough, Yuuji,”
Yuuji lets out a pitiful frustrated whine, pushing again against Gojo’s hand, slapping it away and grinding just a little harder, teetering between obedience and the dizzy comfort he feels brewing in his tummy. “I’m trying…I’m really trying, daddy! But i-it feels really nice!”
“I know it feels…nice,” he admits, voice low and trembling. “But you… you can’t. I can’t let you, baby.” His hands hold Yuuji firmly but tenderly now, pleading as he strokes his thighs and back slowly, trying to calm him, trying to make the boy understand without frightening him.
Yuuji sniffs, pressing just a little closer one last time, and Gojo sighs, chest tight, heart breaking in a way that makes him both furious and unbearably soft all at once.
Gojo freezes when he feels a damp spot on his leg, he can feel Yuuji growing wetter under him. He watches in aroused horror as Yuuji humps himself shakily on his leg, getting himself off to the tingly feeling in his little cunnie. Gojo can almost feel Yuuji’s lips part and grind on his thigh, clit quivering and touching his knee as Yuuji slowly gets off for his very first time.
Gojo swallows hard past the lump in his throat, squeezing his eyes and breathing heavily. His hands are frozen over Yuuji’s small frame, touch light as his fingers curl in the air in shame and a need to grip Yuuji and force him to rut harder somewhere else… somewhere harder, firmer. His chest tightens painfully, a knot of guilt twisting through him. No. I can’t— I can’t like this. He’s just a kid. My kid I can’t… But Yuuji sniffles again, bottom lip trembling, whining low and broken. And suddenly all the rules, the morals, and the horror that held him back shatters.
Because not touching Yuuji, not making him feel good, making him cry is way worse than any guilt or stupid morals Gojo has been clutching uselessly.
“Yuuji…” Gojo starts, voice taut with restraint. “You… I can’t let you—”
Yuuji wants this…he wants it, right? Right?
“I… I didn’t mean to make you mad!” Yuuji interrupts immediately, voice small and broken, wiping his runny nose with his little shaking shoulder, “I’m sorry! I’m… ’m trying to be good for you daddy… I just… I just feel… nice here…” His last words are soft, warm, safe…He presses closer, innocent warmth spilling into Gojo’s leg, oblivious to the storm inside Gojo. His honeyed eyes wide and pleading, little fingers twisting on Gojo’s pants, lips murmuring daddy, papa, please, how could Gojo possibly refuse such sweetness?
Gojo groans softly, closing his eyes for a moment. God, he looks so small, so fragile… He wants to scold him, to push him off, to restore some sense of order, to be a responsible adult, a good father, goddamn it—but he can’t. Not when Yuuji is sniffling, his little body trembling with pleasure and voice shaky, upset and wanting.
He can’t let Yuuji think he hates him. How could his boy recover from such a terrible thought?
“Okay, alright,” Gojo mutters, voice low, only half conflicted now with his dick throbbing painfully in his pants. “Just… just stay still, Yuuji. I’ll guide you, sweetheart.” His hands settle carefully and gently on Yuuji’s hips, small and chubby with fat, trying to make sure the boy feels safe without letting himself give in too much.
Yuuji leans back against him, tiny shoulders shaking, squirming on his father’s lap, testing the waters. “Y-You—you won’t be mad? You won’t… hate Yuuji?” His voice cracks, hiccuping while crying silly, little tears.
Gojo presses his lips together and on Yuuji’s tear stained cheeks. So soft, so cute… “I’m not mad.” His voice is rough, sticky with guilt, but there’s warmth buried underneath it, warmth he reserves for Yuuji, and only Yuuji. “Daddy can never be mad at you, angel. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. Or me.”
“But I like it!” Yuuji cried, sniffling again. “It feels soft. It feels so so nice. Like when daddy hugs me! I just wanna be close to you papa…” He presses closer, whining louder, not understanding why his simple need for comfort is causing Gojo so much distress.
Gojo sighs, caught between pulling away and letting the small warmth soothe him too, let Yuuji do his thing. Or putting his hands on Yuuji’s soft thighs and spreading them open. His hands move subtly, guiding Yuuji gently, dragging his hips back then rolling them forward while stroking his back, keeping him steady. “Alright alright, shh, don’t cry baby,” he murmurs, voice tight, almost pleading with Yuuji to stop, feeling himself tip forward somewhere he can never go back from. But the fall feels so tempting, so warm…“Daddy wants to make sure you're happy, sweetheart. Just… just stay put let me—Calm…we’ll…let’s just calm down.”
Yuuji snuggles a little closer, sniffles softening, trust shining through his eyes, completely unaware of how Gojo’s chest aches, how the older man is teetering on the edge of guilt and longing. Gojo swallows again, gripping himself against the surge of emotions he knows he shouldn’t feel, but can’t entirely resist.
He can never resist Yuuji, was never able to.
How could he? When Yuuji was a part of him? A piece torn from his own soul to make his boy… his boy. Yuuji has always been his after all. And this was just further proof.
Yuuji always preferred him. Cried in his mother’s arms and cooed and giggled in his father’s. He never let anyone feed him besides Gojo, never let anyone else put him to bed. Clutched his father’s hand wherever he went, clung to him like a life line.
He adores Gojo. Why would it be so wrong if Gojo adores him too?
“Let daddy help, angel.”
Yuuji’s breath hitches as Gojo drags him up to his thigh. Yuuji starts to protest before he feels something poke at him, making his tummy all tingly and head light.
“Daddy?”
“Shh, let me guide you or you’ll make a mess of yourself.”
“Daddy hates messes…”
“That’s right baby, now be good.”
Yuuji nods, feeling his head swim as Gojo holds him against something hard, poking at his wet panties. He whines, slamming his hands on his mouth and letting Gojo hold his body up, his legs dangling in the air as Gojo sits him on his lap.
Gojo swallows shakily as he sits Yuuji on his tip. He can feel the boy shake, watches as his pants become thin with how much slick his cunt is gushing out just from rubbing himself on Gojo’s cock.
“Feel nice?”
“Mhm… is weird daddy… is that my toy in your pocket?”
Gojo bites back a groan, nodding and patting Yuuji’s thigh. “Yes, your little cubes baby, does it feel nice on your cunnie?”
Yuuji experimentally rolls his ass on his father’s clothed tip, meeting the wet patch formed there with his own.
Gojo’s hands move to Yuuji’s waist, guiding his hips as he helps him grind against his length. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but it felt so right. His body was screaming for release, and he knew exactly where he wanted it to come from. He leaned back in his chair, letting Yuuji continue his movements as he listened to his son's breathy moans. How could it be wrong if it feels so good... he thought to himself, his guilt momentarily forgotten as he revels in the feeling of Yuuji’s wetness through his clothes.
Gojo was struggling with the intense urges building inside him. God, I've never wanted anyone as much as I want him... his voice strains as he guides Yuuji, biting his lip to keep from moaning. It was so unfair that such a precious little thing could make him feel this way, this dirty. But he couldn't deny it any longer. His hands roam over Yuuji’s body, tracing the curves of his hips and ass as he moves him up and down.
Even through layers of clothes, the friction felt incredible. Gojo could feel himself getting closer to the edge with each passing second. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer and the fear was slowly dripping from him and soaking Yuuji up further.
He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t but he— he’s making Yuuji feel good he’s… it’s for a good cause…. He can—
“Baby do you want to feel good some more? With daddy?” Yuuji nods fast again, humming, dizzy and eager with his father’s attention all on him. All Gojo had to do was say the word and an agreement would fly fast from Yuuji’s mouth before he even registers his father’s words.
“Yeah?” His hands slide under Yuuji's shirt, tracing the soft curves of his tummy and waist before moving lower, inching towards the waistband of his pj’s. His heart raced as he struggled to keep himself in check. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the need was overwhelming. And Yuuji’s tears and pleading were stuck behind his eyes, brown, warm, and desperate. Just one little touch wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, Yuuji seems to be enjoying it too.
His fingers finally reach the tied lace and unties it, his fingers trembling as he slid them down slowly. Just a little touch...that's all I need. he thought, his mouth watering at the thought of Yuuji’s sweet, soaked little pussy. He lifts Yuuji slightly, pulling his pants and underwear down just enough to expose his tiny pussy. He couldn't wait to feel it against his fingers, rub it on his cock…
“Daddy…?” Yuuji’s little hand wraps around his wrist, featherlight and shy as he squeezes his thighs shut.
“Shh princess, make daddy happy and let me see how wet you are hm? It’ll feel good I promise, don’t you love daddy?”
Yuuji bites his lips and nods, letting Gojo pull him closer, prying his thighs open and resting his legs on Gojo’s thighs as he pushes his tummy gently to arch his back on his chest.
Gojo peers down at Yuuji’s shoulder, reaching forward to bring his little clit into view. The little underdeveloped bud swollen and red as his pussy slicks up, gushing with so much wetness and covering his clit with a slick sheen.
Yuuji hisses when Gojo’s finger flicks the sensitive nub.
“Hurts?”
Yuuji shakes his head, whimpering.
All these sensations were new to him… Gojo revels in being the first one to touch his son like this, in slowly taking Yuuji’s firsts. Being his first, and his only, Gojo will make sure of that.
“Tingles daddy…”
Gojo’s grip on Yuuji’s hips tightens. The innocence he was about to corrupt making his head swim.
The warmth of Yuuji's pussy seeping into his cock was driving him insane, making it harder and harder to resist the urge to plunge himself deep inside his son. He lets out a low groan, his mind filled with sinful images of filling up his virgin child as he watches the young boy writhe in pleasure on his lap. He loves how responsive Yuuji is, how sensitive, how easily he could bring him to the edge. He's so perfect, so small and tight...
Gathering his resolve, Gojo moves his hand between Yuuji's legs, his fingers brushing against the soaking wet folds of his cunt.
So small…
He couldn't believe how wet Yuuji was already, it only made him want him more. He begins to rub slow circles around his clit, teasing the sensitive bud until Yuuji's movements become erratic, his breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps. Gojo's cock throbs in response, desperate for release. "That's it, angel...ride Daddy's fingers," he coaxes, his voice barely audible as he fights back a moan. He wants nothing more than to give in to his desires and ravage Yuuji right then and there, bend him over his desk and have his way with him. But he knew he needed to go slow. This was Yuuji's first time, after all.
Gojo doubts Yuuji can handle even a finger in his little virgin cunt…
But as Yuuji continues to rock back and forth, grinding himself against Gojo's cock, he finds it increasingly difficult to maintain his self control. The sight of his little boy, so innocent and beautiful, writhing in pleasure on top of him was too much to handle.
And yet.
It can’t hurt, can it? He won’t penetrate… won’t hurt him just…he can make them both feel good. He can be responsible with it, he’s a disciplined man, nothing can go wrong. Yuuji wants to grind on him so badly, he surely must grant his little one’s wishes, no?
Gojo puts his hand under Yuuji’s tummy, his entire hand covering the little thing, wrapping around him easily. He lifts him up despite Yuuji’s sputtered protests.
“Be patient, princess.”
Yuuji stops immediately, sniffling and whining deep in his throat, stopping himself just barely from sobbing and begging to be sat back on his father’s lap.
Gojo makes quick work of his pants, unzipping them and taking out his dick. He bites down a hiss as the cold air hits his hardness. He’s leaking, tip an angry red and begging him to push it somewhere snug and tight and warm….
Gojo shakes his head and sits Yuuji back down on his cock before his mind wanders further and his resolve breaks beyond Yuuji’s limits. He doesn’t want to make his boy cry. He can’t stand the idea of Yuuji in distress, the first signs of it has him here; with his son’s cunt on his cock while he debates fingering him.
Gojo sighs heavily as Yuuji settles on his length, squirming and slicking him up with his soaking folds.
“Daddy? D-Do I—?”
Yuuji asks for guidance, staring with blown wide eyes down at Gojo’s cock sliding between his lips. He looks so impossibly small perched on his dick. Yuuji gathers his shirt hastily, pulling it up to his chin and holding it there as his little thighs shake while Gojo moves him back and forth on his throbbing cock.
Nothing has ever come close to how good this feels, Gojo feels like his dick is going to catch on fire with how warm and soaking wet Yuuji is. He can’t imagine how it’d be like when he finally puts it inside him.
“Making daddy feel good with you baby, ‘s it nice?”
“Mmm super super nice…” Yuuji moans, swooning as Gojo wraps an arm around him, resting his head on his shoulder. Gojo presses a kiss to Yuuji’s neck, licking up his sweat in open mouthed kisses, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, earning breathy giggles from Yuuji.
“Papa it tickles,” Yuuji tries to turn his head, barely able to hold his father’s face in his little hands properly as Gojo’s hold on his hips tighten, rolling his hips all over the length of his dick. Yuuji presses messy kisses on Gojo’s lips, fumbling with himself as he tries to kiss better, licking and biting clumsily to cling on to his daddy as he gets forced to grind down harder.
“See here baby?” Gojo brings Yuuji’s attention back on his cock under Yuuji. He pushes Yuuji down to settle on his tip. He groans as Yuuji’s labia splits around it, covering it and spilling slick on him. Gojo holds up his cock and lets the head kiss Yuuji’s clit.
The boy gasps, hand flying to clutch his father’s arm. so sensitive…
“You have a tiny little cock here, just like daddy.”
Yuuji’s eyes grow impossibly wider and his smile fills his face sweetly. To share something with his dad, to be like him, to have him compare the most intimate and private parts of him to Yuuji…
Yuuji’s rosy hair sticks to his forehead as he stares down at his dad’s cock sliding between his slick folds and bumping into his little clit every now and then. He lets his hand fall down to his thigh, slowly inching towards his little cunt, staring mesmerised with rosy cheeks at where his father’s cock catch on his entrance every time he pulls back.
"Oh, does my little boy like hearing that?" Gojo coos softly when Yuuji squeals, his thumb tracing delicate patterns on Yuuji's cheek. He can see the excitement building in Yuuji's eyes and it only makes him even more aroused than before. He guides Yuuji's hips back towards his own, letting his cock slide through the slickness of his entrance before pulling back up again. The feeling was exquisite, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The guilt left him quicker than he thought, spilling out of him with his leaking cock and pushed into Yuuji’s pussy before he pulls away.
He promised himself he would do this only to make Yuuji feel good, without penetrating him. He’s too young. But with how Yuuji was riding him, how smoothly his hips rolled, how pretty and flushed he was as eyes rolled back in the head, the line started blurring for Gojo.
If he couldn’t take it then why did he look like he was born to do it?
"Yes, daddy," Yuuji breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper as he squirms beneath Gojo's touch, pulling him away from his thoughts. Gojo felt his heart swell at the sound of Yuuji calling him 'daddy' like that, breathless and slutty. It was a name he'd come to cherish more than anything else coming from Yuuji’s lips, full of adoration from his little boy. He couldn't deny that the thought of having such an effect on him was thrilling, but he also knew that he needed to be careful. He didn't want to hurt him.
The tip can’t hurt…
Gojo slips a finger down to Yuuji’s cunt, rubbing the soft pad of it on Yuuji’s gushing entrance, moving around the sticky arousal against the pressure of Yuuji’s little hand around his wrist, moaning and panting.
I'll make sure you're ready for me, my love. He presses gentle, feather like kisses along Yuuji's neck, open mouthed kisses scattered all over his cheeks and neck, pulling distracted giggles from Yuuji as his hands roamed over his petite frame, taking in every curve and dip. He loves how small and fragile Yuuji was in comparison to him— it made him feel powerful, yet protective at the same time.
His finger tips inside, pushing past gummy walls to nestle softly inside Yuuji’s cunt. Yuuji gasps, pained and already overwhelmed from one finger barely in beyond the first knuckle.
“Shh, easy now, little one," Gojo says soothingly as he continues to kiss Yuuji's neck, lips travelling down to his shoulders. He feels the tightness of Yuuji's entrance around his finger and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to thrust it deeper right away. He wants to savour this moment, to make sure that Yuuji was truly ready for him before he takes what he'd been craving for so long. He twists his finger ever so slightly, spreading the slickness around as he did so, preparing him for more.
"Does it hurt, sweetheart? Tell me if it does." This is wrong, Gojo thought to himself as he strokes Yuuji's inner walls, warm insides sucking him in despite being so little, so tight. He was supposed to be a father figure, someone who protected and cared for his son, not someone who took advantage of him like this. But the feeling of Yuuji's warmth around his finger was too good to ignore, and the memory of their shared pleasure just moments ago only fuelled his desire further and pushed his guilt way back where he can no longer reach it. Instead, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to bury himself completely inside his son, to claim him in the most primal way possible.
Gojo moans match Yuuji as he tilts his free hand up to cup Yuuji's chin, tilting his face towards his own so that he could look into those beautiful hazel eyes filled with tears of pleasure. "You know I love you, don't you, Yuuji? I just can't resist you sometimes, you're so irresistible, baby, so pretty." He gives Yuuji a gentle nudge with his hips, teasing his opening with the head of his cock again. Yuuji preens under Gojo’s praise, rosy cheeks making Gojo’s cock throb, begging for release. "I promise I'll always take care of you,"
Gojo's thumb found its way to Yuuji's clit again, giving it a slight pinch before circling it lightly, trying to distract him from any discomfort he might be feeling as he pushes his finger further in to fit the second knuckle. He can feel Yuuji's body start to relax beneath him, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he was ready, before he loses his patience. "Just tell me if you want more, okay?" As he spoke, he pushed another finger inside Yuuji alongside the first one, stretching him a bit further. It wasn't easy, but Yuuji's whimpers grew louder. And soon would turn into moans of pleasure as he grows accustomed to the new sensation, Gojo’s sure.
Gojo couldn't stop.
"Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," Gojo says, voice gentle and full of reassurance as he feels Yuuji tense up. Every sensation was new for him, and he didn't want to rush things. He slowly began moving his fingers in and out after Yuuji got used to the uncomfortable stretch, applying just the right amount of pressure to stretch him without causing too much discomfort.
He's so tight, I can hardly wait to bury myself inside him. Gojo thought, trying to keep his own excitement in check. He feels his cock throbbing with need, desperate for release and leaking steadily on his office floor, but he wanted to make sure that Yuuji was ready first. He starts scissoring his fingers slightly, swallowing Yuuji’s whimpers and mewls of pain with kisses, not giving him a chance to ever think of asking Gojo to stop.
"Daddy..." Yuuji whimpers, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Gojo works him open. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but at the same time, Yuuji couldn't help but crave more. Gojo hums softly in his ear, hand caressing Yuuji’s stomach as he pushes past the gummy walls, urging them open, "You want more, don't you, princess?" Yuuji nods eagerly, his hips bucking slightly as he tries to meet Gojo's fingers. Gojo’s attention was all on Yuuji, he couldn’t risk denying his dad and losing his attention, losing the long fingers inside his cunt making him gush slick and pleasure.
Gojo smiles, pulling his fingers out briefly before positioning himself at Yuuji's entrance. He holds Yuuji up with one arm while he holds his dick with the other, his length hot and heavy in his hand.
Just the tip…
He presses forward slowly, savouring the feeling of Yuuji's body accepting him, tiny legs falling apart for him, Yuuji’s back arching to meet him quicker. Inch by inch, he slid the tip f his cock into his son's tight warmth, his eyes locked onto Yuuji's face to gauge his reaction, to stop if it hurt too much.
After a moment, he starts to move again, pulling his tip out before thrusting back in slowly. Yuuji’s entrance started giving out more and more, becoming a loose hole to warm his cock. The sensation was incredible, the tight heat of Yuuji's pussy enveloping his leaking tip completely and sucking all his precum inside. He moans against Yuuji's skin, the vibrations sending shivers down Yuuji’s spine, breaking giggles out of Yuuji’s scratchy throat. It took everything within Gojo not to lose control completely and claim Yuuji right then and there, leave his baby boy a hole gaping open, taking his virginity at such a small age. I'm going to enjoy every second of this, he thought to himself as he increases his pace slightly, losing himself in his son’s cunt.
"You're doing so well for Daddy, Yuuji," Gojo praises, his voice strained and gruff with desire. He’ll never get enough of seeing Yuuji like this—small, vulnerable, and utterly consumed by pleasure. It was a heady combination that went straight to his head, making him drunk on power. He reaches between their bodies, finding Yuuji's clit and giving it a light pinch as he nestles his throbbing, leaking head in Yuuji’s cunt. "Does that feel good, princess?"
Yuuji nods eagerly, gasping and whining for Gojo. But then…“M-My cunnie hurts daddy…”
God, he’ll never get enough of Yuuji calling his little pussy that…“Shhh baby, daddy’ll make it better.” Gojo soothes with a kiss to his head, rubbing Yuuji’s clit faster to distract him with more pleasure as he breaks his little boy open.
“N-No, feels tight—”
“Mhm, that’s right, very tight baby, so good,”
Yuuji whimpers, trying to squirm away from Gojo’s hold, making Gojo push his cockhead further into Yuuji’s pussy.
Yuuji squeaks, squirming some more until Gojo holds his hips in a bruising grip, pulling a cry out of the boy. Gojo was just about to kiss an apology onto his skin when he feels shots of warm liquid gush out from Yuuji’s pussy and forcibly push the tip of his cock out.
Gojo's thoughts are interrupted by a sudden warmth spreading between Yuuji's legs. He looks down to see his little boy lose control of his bladder, spraying warm piss all over Gojo’s legs and the floor. But instead of being repulsed, he feels a strange sense of satisfaction, the hot, yellow piss on his cock and pants sends a jolt of pleasure through Gojo's body. It was a reminder of just how much power he held over Yuuji, and how much Yuuji trusted him.
Yuuji gasps and sobs as his cunt sprays with golden piss, staining everything under him, soaking Gojo’s cock with a sharp, wet smell. Yuuji sags forward and lets Gojo catch him as he hides his face in shame, muttering squealed—’m sorry ’m sorry!—’s as his stream of piss stains the carpet under them.
"Good boy," Gojo praises breathlessly, cooing at his shaken baby, his voice thick with desire. "Daddy knows you couldn't hold it in anymore." He grips Yuuji's hips firmly, giving them a squeeze and stilling his movements as he presses a gentle kiss to his sweaty temple. This is wrong, he thought, but it feels so hot, so nice. He pulls back slightly, his cock throbbing painfully as he aligned himself once more with Yuuji's entrance. "You were just so excited for me, weren’t you, angel?" He asks softly, unable to keep the hunger out of his voice.
"Does it feel good to let it all out?" He kisses Yuuji’s ear, rubbing his tummy as Yuuji’s pussy gave a few more weak spurts of pee before clenching and unclenching around nothing, frustrated and empty. His breath tickles Yuuji's sensitive skin, making the boy shudder as his body shakes softly, thighs trembling softly as Gojo settles him back in place. As Yuuji’s tiny body clings to his dad, Gojo feels a twinge of guilt for pushing him so far, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the lust coursing through his veins and pulsating hot in his cock.
“’m so s-sorry daddy I— I know it’s dirty—I made a mess, I—” Yuuji hiccups, hiding his face in his daddy’s neck and sobbing.
"Oh, my poor baby," Gojo coos, feeling a mix of concern and arousal. Yuuji’s warm breath and soft tears pulling a shaky sigh out of him. He was trying his hardest not to push his Yuuji down on his cock till he chokes on it and cry more pretty tears for him. He gently strokes Yuuji's cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "It's alright, it's just your little pussy adjusting to Daddy's big cock. You're doing so well for me, my brave little boy." He leans down to press a tender kiss on Yuuji's forehead, his breath hot against his skin, breathing in his sweat and rosy scent of innocence.
Innocence he was about to take right this moment, just the tip be damned.
Gojo has been too patient, too understanding.
Despite knowing it was wrong, , that it’ll hurt his baby, Gojo couldn't deny how much he loved these moments with Yuuji—the trust in those bright amber eyes, the way his body quivered under his touch. It made him feel powerful, desired, and most importantly, needed. He knew he had to be careful, he didn't want to hurt his little one. But if he waited any longer than he already had, he wouldn’t be able to keep his promises anymore.
Gojo rubs his way down from Yuuji’s tummy to his pussy, feeling the soaked lips and groaning at how soft and plaint they were for him to touch and pinch and pull. He pulls his fingers away carefully, licking the tangy mixture of cum and piss clean as he admires the sight before him. Yuuji's pussy was now wetter than ever, glistening with both arousal and urine. "See, baby? You're all ready for Daddy now."
He knows Yuuji can't understand him, he knows he doesn't understand the implications of what it means to have someone’s cock inside him, much less his father’s. He knows, he knows, he knows. But he can't help it anymore, his resolve keeps growing weaker with every glance at Yuuji’s pretty little cunt, and he needs to break it inside his son’s pussy…
Gojo's fingers move away, leaving a trail of slick behind them sticking to Yuuji’s trembling thigh. He leans in close, taking a deep breath of Yuuji's scent. The sight of Yuuji's tiny, wet hole had him aching to plunge in deeper, to take the boy fully and claim him as his own as he rightfully is. But he holds back, rubbing the tip of his cock teasingly against the entrance instead. "That's my good boy," he whispers in Yuuji's ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on the child's skin. "Daddy loves how wet you get for him."
The urge to take Yuuji completely was intense, to plunge his entire length into him and cum deep in his womb where no one has reached before. But no matter how hard he successfully pressed down and buried his guilt, he still didn't want to hurt his little boy, wanted to savour their moment of this twisted game they played together. To make Yuuji’s first a nice, sweet memory.
With great restraint, he pushes just the head of his cock inside, the tightness making his eyes roll back in his head. Just a little bit more, he tells himself. I'll only take what I need. He lets out a low moan, revelling in the sensation of Yuuji's warmth surrounding him, his walls squeezing him from the very start. "Does it feel good, my love?" He asks, voice strained with the effort of holding back, of just letting half of his cock in, tear the layer of skin holding Yuuji’s innocence together.
Seeing the fear in Yuuji's eyes, Gojo's heart clenches painfully. He didn't want to cause his baby any pain; he wanted nothing but to bring him pleasure and make him feel loved, feel nice and close to his daddy like he wanted. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Yuuji's temple and letting the boy whimper and cling to him. "Shh, it's okay, princess," he murmurs soothingly, running his hands up and down Yuuji's sides in a comforting manner, feeling the soft skin tremble beneath his touch, ripe and sweet for the taking. “Daddy won't hurt you, I promise. We'll take this slow, okay? "
His voice is tender against Yuuji’s skin, filled with genuine concern. He knows how sensitive Yuuji is, how delicate and easy to spook. It made Gojo feel a mix of guilt and arousal—guilt for wanting to take advantage of his own child, and arousal for the innocent trust Yuuji places in him despite everything and the way his tears make him look all puffy and beautiful. Everything Yuuji did was erotic, every breath, every touch against his father’s wrist, every glance.
The world's strongest men wouldn't be able to resist him, so how could he ever be blamed?
And suddenly, Gojo was filled with immense jealousy. How could he let Yuuji grow up, body filling up beautifully in all the right places, grow into a precious thing without knowing he belongs to Gojo? How could he let his little boy belong to another man? Get fucked by other men? Beg for someone else’s cock and not his?
Gojo takes a deep breath, willing his desire and rage to subside just enough so that he could be gentle. Yuuji sniffles and smiles at Gojo, trust shining brightly in his eyes, beaming when his father returns his smile. Smiling through the stinging pain, his angel. "Good boy," Gojo whispers, his voice soft and adoeing. "Just relax for me, sweetheart. Daddy will only give you what you can handle." With that, he starts to push forward again, inching his way inside Yuuji with tender slowness, each movement accompanied by a soft, encouraging word or gentle caress, cooing and humming in Yuuji’s ear as the boy squeezes his eyes shut and tries to take his daddy in deeper.
“Nghh you’re so fucking tight baby…”
Once he was finally seated halfway inside Yuuji, Gojo pauses, giving the boy a moment to adjust. He could feel the walls of Yuuji's pussy clenching around him, trying to accommodate his girth. He reminds himself that despite his own desires, he doesn't want to rush things and hurt Yuuji. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, establishing a shallow, teasing rhythm. As he did so, he couldn't help but admire the way Yuuji's small body trembles beneath his touch, how his soft gasps and whimpers fill the room. Going from pained sniffles to choked moans.
With each thrust Gojo felt his resolve crumbling further. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the sensations were too intense to ignore. Yuuji’s velvety walls flutter around his cock when Gojo’s hand reaches down, gently massaging Yuuji's belly as he continued to thrust, caressing him, outlining the shape of his bulge fucking into him and pressing down on it. "Look at how beautiful you are," he said, voice husky with lust. “Do you feel daddy? So deep inside you, can you feel it?”
Yuuji’s hand slides up shakily, gulping and panting as he touches where Gojo’s cock was stretching out his skin. He whimpers and nods, yelping as Gojo adjusts the angle, clutching Gojo’s wrist tightly.
“D-Daddy please w-wai—”
"Your pussy is so perfect, bunny." Gojo shushes him, kissing his sweaty brow. “You’ll be fine baby, you're being such a good boy.” He loves the way Yuuji looked right now—so small and vulnerable, so utterly consumed by what he was feeling, splitting in half on his father's cock like he was made for it. Gojo was so high on fucking his son, breaking the boy and piecing him back together. And Yuuji, oh sweet, angelic Yuuji, was so willing, so plaint and docile, offering up himself for Gojo like he owned every inch of the boy beneath him.
But I don't, a small voice reminded him, He's my son. My responsibility to protect, not corrupt. The guilt surged through him, but it was quickly drowned out by the pleasure coursing through his veins when Yuuji rolled his hips to get more of his father inside him. He buries his face in Yuuji's neck, nipping at the smooth skin there as he picked up the pace, trying to distract himself from the dark thoughts swirling in his mind urging him to split Yuuji on his dick till he bled. "Take it all, baby," he growls, the endearment sounding almost feral as his hips stutter and snap up faster. "You're such a good boy for Daddy."
“D-Daddy I-I love you daddy, p-please always play w’ me, d-don’ send me away to mama, p-please—”
Yuuji’s pleading was his tipping point.
Yuuji’s tears and pussy clenching around him in distresses were enough to break Gojo's fragile restraint.
He groans, the sound deep and animalistic as he slides Yuuji down his cock with a powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt, tearing into Yuuji’s walls and forcing himself into his bleeding cunt. His hips jerk involuntarily as he tries to hold back his release, holding on to the last bits of his sanity and resisting cumming inside his child. But it was too much—the heat, the tightness, the way Yuuji's body seemed to melt around him, the way he screamed and sobbed, biting into Gojo’s hand as his body shakes violently with Gojo buried deep in his small pussy, almost bursting with the inability to hold such a large thing inside him. It was all overwhelming.
So he let go, his entire being focused on the exquisite pleasure of filling Yuuji up with his seed, filling up his underdeveloped womb, pumping it full of his cum.
As he came, Gojo whispers a litany of praise and apologies into Yuuji's ear. "Good boy," he says, voice choked, full of satisfaction and lust. "So good...so perfect for me...I'm sorry, Yuuji...I shouldn't...shouldn’ have…but I can't resist you baby..." He nuzzles against Yuuji's cheek, pressing tender kisses to his temple as he rode out his orgasm, still rocking his hips jerkily, emptying his cock in Yuuji’s tummy, watching it bulge out. He feels guilty, using Yuuji this way, but it was a delicious, addictive guilt that only served to heighten the experience, and the memory Gojo will hold dear and Yuuji will learn to cherish. I love you’s muttered between the both of them.
Gojo looks down at the mess their little game caused, piss and bright blood and pearly cum stained the floor and their skin, sticky and wet and smelling dirty like Gojo’s sin.
But Gojo couldn't bring himself to care, no, not when Yuuji was whining in his lap, twisting around softly to burry his wet face in Gojo’s neck, gasping and hiccuping in his ear as he squeezes him close, seeking warmth and validation.
“D-Daddy?”
Yuuji’s voice is hoarse, scratched raw and trembling.
So cute…
“W-Was Yuuji a g-good boy?”
Gojo coos at him, wrapping his arms around his waist as he felt him tremble on his cock, squeezing it still, as if seeking more comfort, more warmth. Gojo’s heart was warm, melting in his chest at the way his baby spoke about himself, another habit he picked up from daddy… so precious.
“Yes princess, you were the best boy for daddy today.”
“R-Really?” Yuuji sniffles, voice small and seeking validation, seeking a bigger meaning of his pain, tears, and bleeding cunnie.
“Yes my love, yes. You always are. Daddy's so proud of you.”
Gojo looks down at the boy in his embrace, feeling a mixture of pride and shame. He'd taken something precious from Yuuji today, but he knew that the boy wouldn't see it that way. In fact, he'd probably ask for more, and Gojo wasn't sure if he had the strength to deny him. He brushes a strand of hair away from Yuuji's flushed face, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you, Yuuji," he whispers, the words slipping out unbidden. He did love him; as a father should love their child, but also in a twisted, possessive way that was entirely inappropriate and dirty and reeking sin. And as much as he hated himself for it, Yuuji’s grip grew tighter around him, and he knew that this was just the beginning.
“D-Does that mean Yuuji can stay tonight? With papa?”
Ah, that's what matters to him most in the end…
“Of course you can baby, just sit still on daddy’s cock while you wait, hm?”
“Will you tell mommy to come take me away?” Yuuji was on the edge of tears, still not trusting Gojo to let him stay, “Yuuji can be good again, I promise…”
Gojo presses a tender kiss to Yuuji’s head, humming softly. “I know you can baby. Just don't tell mommy okay? She'll get jealous and take you away from me.”
Yuuji gasps, clutching Gojo’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around Gojo’s neck, shaking violently.
“N-No… won’t tell, promise daddy, promise just please—”
“You can come here every time I work, okay? We’ll play a game with daddy and I’ll let you hop as much as you’d like. Okay little bunny?”
“Bunny…” Yuuji whispers, sniffling and nodding into the crook of Gojo’s neck. He yawns, melting softly into his father’s warm embrace as his dad’s cum spills from him, mixing with his blood. Gojo decides against wiping it for now, cherishing their memory and letting it serve as a painful reminder of how losing control can hurt his baby…
This should be the last time but Gojo knows neither of them is strong enough to let the other go.
So it's okay really… Yuuji wants this. His baby wants something, and if that thing’s him, who was Gojo to deny him?
“Why don't you take a nap as daddy finishes up work hm? Then we’ll sleep in Yuuji’s bed together.”
“Mm’kay.” Yuuji yawns, pressing a kiss to Gojo’s shoulder before dropping his cheek to rest there. “‘M sorry I peed everywhere daddy…”
“It's okay, precious.”
“Yuuji didn't mean to make a mess.”
“I know, baby.”
“I love you daddy.”
“I love you too, angel.”