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Yuji didn’t exactly like his mom’s new partner, Gojo Satoru.

He’d only met the man a handful of times over the several months they had been dating and each time, Yuji felt something was off about him. 

Maybe it was his bright blue eyes that seemed to look right through to the depths of Yuji’s soul. Maybe it was because the man was touchy with Yuji, always tugging on him and trying to smother him. 

Either way, Gojo Satoru irked Yuji. 

So when his mom announced that they were getting married that fall, Yuji wasn’t exactly happy about it. He complained to Nobara and Megumi at the time. Nobara was sympathetic to his grief, Megumi tried to console him. “He’s probably just trying to be a good stepdad. They can be like that, desperate for the kids' approval.” 

Megumi would know. His dad remarried and his step mum was also overbearing at first. “He’ll settle down soon enough. Besides, we’re moving out next year for university, remember? It’s only a few more months and then you won’t have to see him as much.”  Yuji sighed and squished the juice carton in his hand as he collapsed against the railing. They were on their lunch break, on the roof. He agreed to at least try, for his mom.

Megumi was right. They were in their senior year of high school, with spring around the corner. That meant he had maybe 6 months maximum to spend at home, their new home because Gojo had insisted the Itadori’s move into his estate, before he left for university.  It wasn’t like Yuji was a kid anymore. He couldn’t cry and throw a tantrum because he didn’t like the new man his mom was dating, like he used to. He had to suck it up and let them get on with it. 

Besides, if he was being honest with himself, his mom had seemed happier since she met the white haired man. She had been upset over Wasuke’s death (her father-in-law) over the last year and had been stressed. It wasn’t so much that she really liked the man, the two had butt heads a lot whilst Yuji was growing up. But the old man had helped support them and she knew how attached Yuji was to him.  She had Yuji when she was young, only 19. His grandfather, his father’s father, wasn’t too happy about the ordeal, nor his son marrying the woman.  But they made it work and perhaps she’d grown fond of the old man as the years went by.  Yuji’s dad had an accident when he was five and it was just the three of them left in their house in Sendai. Then when his grandfather died, Kaori insisted they move to Tokyo for Yuji’s senior year of high school. 

Yuji suspected it had more to do with being reminded of their broken home than his education but it worked out in the end. He had made two new life long friends and decided on a university. His mom had found a new boyfriend- now fiancé, and the wedding was in two weeks.  He didn’t know the exact details of how they met, it was something to do with work, but either way, Gojo Satoru had swept his mom off her feet. He showered her in gifts and dates and for the first time in months, maybe even years, she seemed truly happy.  It was no surprise that Gojo would want them to move into his home. Gojo was a wealthy man. A very very very wealthy man, all generational. His family estate was huge, gated, with acres of luscious gardens and a pool despite being located in one of the most expensive and populated cities in the world. 

Truly, Yuji didn’t have to lift a finger since being there. It had been two weeks, a trial run, one month before the wedding. Gojo had insisted Yuji have a personal chauffeur to and from school (or anywhere, for that matter). The family meals were prepared by the home chef and all house duties were done by one of three house aunties.  Really, Yuji shouldn’t have any qualms or complaints about living there and yet he still didn’t like it. It took too long to walk from one side of the house to the other, he didn’t have access to his usual snacks and the nearest 7/11 was a 15 minute drive away. 

Still, he would do exactly what Megumi told him to. Put his head down, study hard and move out in spring. The two weeks leading up to the wedding were hectic (at one point, his mother started crying hysterically over what shade of lipstick to wear) and Yuji had even left the estate all together to spend a few nights at either Megumi’s or Nobara’s house.  The wedding was a daze. There were too many people for Yuji to greet, who he didn’t even know. He spent the majority of it stuck to the wall with Megumi and Nobara, only relaxing when they got home. Gojo and his mom weren’t having a honeymoon, the white haired man was unfortunately too busy with a merger of a couple of his subsidiaries. 

That left them at home with Yuji, much to his chagrin. Gojo carried his mom through the threshold and giggled as he dropped her onto the couch. She was drunk. Delirious and barely conscious after drinking so much at the reception. “ Yuji .” Gojo called out for him, just as the teen was about to pass by. 

“What?” Yuji sighed, pausing in his brisk walk to his room. It was late, he was tired and he wanted to get out of the stuffy suit Gojo had prepared for him. 

“Get your mom a bottle of water, won’t you?” Gojo ran a hand through her inky locks, though his gaze was set on the teen. 

He wanted to argue. Wanted to ask the man why he couldn’t do it, it was his wife now. But he didn’t want the trouble. Letting his shoulder’s slump, he shuffled across the large room and into another hallway, walking for a few moments before he finally got to the kitchen. The house was too big. Why did he have to take a hike just for some water? The 17 year old grabbed his mother a bottle and picked up his own whilst he was there, strolling back into the living room just in time to see the white haired man, his now stepdad, placing a blanket over his mom. 

Yuji placed the bottle down onto the coffee table and rolled his eyes when long arms wrapped around his neck, a kiss pressed onto his head with a chuckle. “Thanks, baby.” 

That was another thing that irked Yuji. 

Gojo called him baby. A term far too familiar for a man dating, now married, to his mother. It wasn’t as if Gojo was old. He was 8 years younger than Kaori, only 11 years older than Yuji himself. It was weird. 

Still. 

He only had a few more months to get through. 

“No worries. I’m going straight to bed. I have school tomorrow.” Yuji mumbled, shrugging out of the elder’s arms as he began the long walk to his room. 

“Okay. I’ll give you a lift myself tomorrow, I have to be in the office early. Sweet dreams, my love.” Yuji spared only a glance to the grinning man as he turned the corner. 

His room at least, was a benefit to Gojo being his new stepdad. Large, his own sofa, his own balcony, an ensuite and walk-in wardrobe. It was an upgrade from his box of a room before, an expensive PC setup and T.V with game consoles hooked up because Gojo wanted nothing but the best for Yuji to use. 

Yuji stripped himself of the offending clothing, sighing with relief as he dumped them into the laundry hamper. He took a quick shower and returned to his walk-in wardrobe to shift through the copious amounts of clothes Gojo had prepared for him. Maybe Gojo wasn’t too bad, the majority were comfy hoodies and t-shirts. Things Yuji would wear on the regular, even if they were all worth more than anything Yuji himself had owned previously. He grabbed a simple t-shirt and pair of sweats and shuffled back into his bed. 

Despite saying he was going to bed, he was not tired enough to sleep just yet, so he settled for watching a video on his phone. An hour later and Yuji’s stomach was rumbling. He sighed and silently opened his door, tiptoeing through the large house to get to the kitchen in hopes that there would be something other than fresh ingredients for him to snack on. He paused when he got near the living room, hearing Gojo and his mom speaking. 

“Do you think Yuji will ever grow to like me?” Gojo sighed. 

Oh? 

They were talking about him?

He hid around the corner, curious as to where the conversation was going. 

“He’s 17, Gojo. Give him time to warm up. It must be weird, having a new dad at such an age.” His mom chuckled. 

“I know… I just want him to like me… Maybe call me dad one day. That’d be nice.” Yuji frowned. A pang of guilt hit his gut. 

Had he been too mean? Too cold to the white haired man? Gojo was trying his best, in his own way, to be a good father figure and try to get the teen to warm up. Was it really eating away at him this badly? Did Gojo really want Yuji to call him dad? 

Maybe… 

Maybe Yuji should try to understand the man. Try to be nicer and more appreciative of his efforts. At the very least, for his mom. He turned and crept back to his room, hunger long since forgotten. He was stopped by a large hand grasping his shoulder just as his hand reached his doorknob. The 17 year old flinched at the sudden contact and spun on his heel, relaxing when he was met with Gojo’s small smile. “Yuji.” 

“Yeah?” 

“What are you doing up?” Gojo tilted his head. He didn’t remove his hand. 

“Ah… I wanted a snack…” He wouldn’t tell the man he’d accidentally overheard their private conversation. He hoped Gojo wouldn’t ask why he didn’t go to the kitchen. 

“Is that so? Come, let me show you a little secret. Not even your mom has seen this.” Gojo’s hand slid from his shoulder down to his wrist, tugging on the appendage to follow him. 

Yuji let himself get pulled along, walking down another hallway towards where he knew Gojo’s office was. He was shocked when the man kept going, past the spare bedrooms and bathrooms, stopping at said office. Yuji raised an eyebrow as the 28 year old opened the door and Yuji was led into the room.  It was a rich CEO's office alright. Just like all the movies and dramas, plush leather sofas, a large wooden desk, bookshelves lined one wall. Gojo let go of his wrist and grinned, walking over to a cabinet. It wasn’t until the man opened it and Yuji saw what was inside, that he realised why he’d been brought there. “Gojo…” 

“Yeah? I keep all the snacks in here.” Gojo giggled, pushing the teen towards the shelves of snacks. Tons of them. Mostly sweet, but the occasional savoury one here and there. 

“Why don’t you keep them in the kitchen?” Yuji raised an eyebrow, sorting through the snacks to find the most appealing one. A hard task, they were all his favourites. Did he and Gojo share the same tastes in snacks?

“The Gojo clan head can’t have a sweet tooth, Yuji! I have to keep up appearances and no one is allowed in my office, so they’re safe here.” Gojo grinned, leaning over the pink haired teen to grab a lollipop. He opened it and popped it into his mouth with a pleased hum. “Ah. But of course, you can come in here anytime you want.” 

Yuji made a noise of surprise, grabbing a couple of snacks before he turned to face the older man. “I can?” 

“Yeah!” Gojo cheered. “I also have alcohol in the cabinet next to this one, if you wanna... You know…” 

Yuji giggled. 

Maybe he’d been wrong about Gojo. The man was actually nice. Touchy, but perhaps that’s just how he was with everyone . Here he was, offering his secret snack and booze stash to Yuji. “Gojo… I’m 17. I can’t drink yet.” 

“I know. Buuuut I was also 17 once and I know you’re gonna want to try it secretly. I won’t tell, if you don’t.” Gojo shrugged, smirking as he patted Yuji’s head. 

Gojo wasn’t wrong. Yuji had already spent many times at Megumi’s place, sipping his father’s cheap beer. Knowing Gojo, the alcohol in that cabinet would be top shelf, aged spirits and wines. Stuff Yuji wouldn’t be able to afford, let alone legally buy. He would no doubt take the man up on his offer to raid the stash at some point. It’s not every day a teen is given unadulterated access to expensive drinks. 

“Thank you, Gojo.” Yuji grinned up at the man. 

“Now then, how sleepy are you?” Gojo walked to the door and Yuji followed. 

“Not that much, why?” 

“Wanna play a game before bed?” The 28 year old tilted his head. 

Yeah. 

Yuji had been wrong about the man. He was nice. Really nice. 

“Sure.”

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Gojo was still touchy. Needy. But Yuji was beginning to get used to it. 

Three days had passed since the wedding and the family were sitting down at the dinner table. “Yuji.” The white haired whined, sat directly next to the teen. 

Yuji hummed, looking up from his phone that was playing some gameplay footage of one his favourite youtubers silently. His mom was sipping her glass of wine opposite the pair with intrigue. Perhaps she was amused at how soft Yuji had gotten with the older man over the last few days. 

After overhearing their conversation and being offered a treaty in the form of Gojo’s secret stash of snacks in his office, Yuji had made more effort with the man.  He let him drive him to school personally on the days he was in the office and he’d sat and played games with him for several hours the day before too. 

“Say ah.” Gojo held up a fork with a bite of food on it. 

Yuji raised an eyebrow. Was he serious? Yuji was 17 years old. Not 7. He wanted to feed him? Yuji cast a glance at his mom, who smiled expectantly and sighed. 

Gojo wanted to be a dad. Maybe he felt bad missing out on Yuji’s younger years. He could indulge the man, albeit embarrassingly. He opened his mouth, eyes trained on Gojo’s bright blue ones. The older man grinned, pleased with Yuji doing as he was told. He moved the fork into Yuji’s waiting mouth. “Good boy.” 

Yuji closed his eyes as his lips closed around the cutlery, pulling off of it with the food. He felt his cheeks warm at the man’s praise and busied himself with chewing the food. 

“I’m glad you guys are getting along now. I actually need to speak to you guys about something.” Kaori took another sip of wine, smiling as Yuji looked at her expectantly. 

“Ah, the business trip?” Gojo tilted his head and took another bite of his own food, before he held up another mouthful for the pink haired teen to eat. 

Really. It was the same food, so there was no need to share it with Yuji. Still, Yuji accepted it and focused on his mom as she elaborated on this supposed business trip. 

“Yeah. Yuji, honey. I’ve been offered a new position but it will require a long business trip to settle things down in the U.S branch.” She placed her wine glass down and Yuji glanced at Gojo, who was already looking directly at him with bemusement. He felt his ears warm under the unwavering gaze and looked back at his mom. 

“Yeah? What’s the problem? It’s a good thing, right?” Yuji placed his own cutlery down. He had surprisingly caught onto using a knife and fork easily, with Gojo’s teachings. 

“Well… It would mean I’d have to spend around a month in Chicago.” Kaori bit her lip. 

A month? 

A whole month? 

4 weeks? Alone? With Gojo? 

He forced a smile. “Sure. That’s fine.” 

Kaori sighed with relief, grinning at her son. Gojo chuckled next to him. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” 

No. He wasn’t. Sure he was beginning to warm up to his new stepdad, but a month alone would surely make things strained and awkward. How much time did he have until she was going? Could he perhaps bribe Toji, Megumi’s dad, to let him stay there on the weekends? He lied. “Yeah of course. I mean, Gojo will be here, right?” Yuji turned his head, looking at said man. The 28 year old grinned down at him and slung an arm over the teen’s shoulder. 

“See? I told you we’d be fine. He has his dad-I mean, his stepdad here with him. I’ll look after you, won’t I?” Gojo pressed his head against Yuji’s own. 

Yuji noticed the man’s slip up. Damn. He really did want to be Yuji’s dad. It made him feel bad. Yuji knew he would never truly see the man as such. “Yeah mom. We’ll be fine. When would you have to leave?” A week? Two weeks?

“In three days.” Kaori sighed. 

Oh? 

Oh. 

Three days? That’s all the time he had left to mentally prepare himself for being stuck with this beacon of a man for a month? He kept the smile on his face, even as his hands moved under the table to grip his knees anxiously. “That’s… not a lot of time to pack huh?” 

“She won’t need to pack much. She can buy whatever she wants over there.” Gojo shrugged. The arm slung around the teen stayed, the hand cupping his shoulder and kneading the flesh reassuringly. 

True. If she and Gojo had a shared bank account now, she wouldn’t need to bring anything with her. “Where will you be staying?” 

“You know I work for Gojo’s company, don’t you?” Kaori raised an eyebrow, concerned. 

“Huh?” Yuji’s eyes widened. Did she? Why didn’t he know that? Was he really that poor at asking her about work? 

He supposed he was. She was always stressed when it came to her job, working long hours to let them live in Tokyo. Huh. So she happened to meet the CEO, get wined and dined and marry the man? But then, surely Gojo would pull some strings to get his new wife out of such a long trip? Weren’t they supposed to be in their honeymoon period? 

Not that Yuji himself had any experience in the romance department, aside from kissing Megumi and Nobara as dares whilst drunk. But of all the romance movies and dramas he’d seen, weren’t newly married couples supposed to be inseparable? 

Maybe it was different for Gojo and his mom. She was always focused on furthering her career and the man was, well, the CEO of a large conglomerate. He probably couldn’t bend his own rules to suit him. Yuji smiled sheepishly as his mom continued with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll be staying in the apartment Gojo owns there. It’s nearby, since he’s had to visit the branch several times himself.” 

“Oh… Yeah. That makes sense.” Yuji settled on, turning his gaze back to his food. He took a deep breath and willed himself to finish eating, even with Gojo’s arm still wrapped around him. The dinner finished with relative ease, and the three settled into the Living room to watch a movie. Yuji laid on a sofa by himself whilst his mom and Gojo cuddled on the other one. He excused himself to bed afterwards, showering and settling into bed.

He told Megumi and Nobara about the entire ordeal that night, messaging the group chat about his woes and worries under the darkness of his blanket. 

I don’t know if dad will want you around every weekend but you can stay for some I’m sure

Yuji sighed, seeing his friend’s reply to his request. Damnit. If he could buy alcohol, surely the man would agree if Yuji gave him a six pack of beer. Yuji’s mind drifted to the cabinet of alcohol he had yet to explore but he squashed the thought. Even he felt a bit mean, stealing Gojo’s stash to bribe another man into letting him avoid said white haired man. 

He felt his bed dip and a hand tug on the covers. Yuji yelped, locking his phone on instinct as the covers were pulled down, exposing his flushed face and wide eyes. He was met with Gojo’s grin in the dim lighting of his bedside lamp. “G-Gojo?” 

“My my, Yuji. Did I walk in on something I shouldn’t have?” Gojo teased, grin morphing into a smirk as blue eyes cascaded over the teen’s body. Yuji wasn’t wearing a shirt, left in nothing but his pants. He squeezed his phone as he processed exactly what the older man was getting at. 

“I wasn’t-” He squeaked, cut off by the loud shrill of laughter from the 28 year old. 

“I was just teasing. I won’t tell anyone you jerk off under the covers. Doesn’t it get really hot under there though?” Gojo chuckled, a large hand moving to rest on Yuji’s waist as the teen sat upright, facing the older man head on. 

Yuji could feel the burn on his skin, the bright pink hue he was no doubt sporting. He stammered, struggling to both protest and correct the man on what he did normally. “I don’t do it under the covers- Wait- I wasn’t doing it at all I don’t-” 

Why was he trying to correct his stepdad on his masturbation habits? Yuji froze and baulked, at himself for what he’d just said aloud. Gojo’s shit eating grin told him all he needed to know, he’d played right into the man’s hand. “Oh wow, Yuji, you don’t do it at all? Don’t lie to me.” 

“Gojo.” Yuji whined, collapsing back onto the bed with a huff. He wasn’t going to argue nor speak on the subject anymore. He was mortified. 

Gojo laughed and laid down on the large bed next to the teen. Close. Too close for any normal stepdad. But this was Gojo. He was always close. 

“What did you want?” Yuji sighed and closed his eyes. He was going to die of embarrassment if Gojo ever brought up Yuji’s masturbation habits again. 

“I was just checking on you. You know…” Yuji cracked one eye open and turned on the bed, to face the 28 year old who already laid on his side facing the teen. He waited for the man to continue. “I thought the month alone would do us some good. Let us have some proper dad-son bonding time. But… I completely understand if you don’t like it. I’ll pull some strings and get Kaori out of going.” 

Yuji bit his lip, watching the man’s face contort into worry. 

Gojo was a good man. He’d been wrong to be upset about the entire thing. His mom probably secretly really wanted to go, she’d always wanted to travel, he was being entirely selfish in his own self-pity. Maybe Gojo was right too. Some family bonding between them, alone, would help their relationship. 

He smiled at the man. “It’s okay, Gojo. Really. It’ll be fine, right?” 

Gojo broke out into a grin at his response, cheering. “Of course! More than fine, I’ll make it fun, Yuji. We can sneak all the snacks we want, stay up really late playing games and watching movies. We can even drink, if you want.” 

Part of Yuji knew that was entirely inappropriate for a father figure to say, something more akin to a friend or peer. But what was Gojo, if not basically a peer? He was only 11 years older than Yuji. He looked even younger, like he was at maximum 4 or 5 years older. He was immature, had a sweet tooth and didn’t care for normal societal hierarchy when it came to age. And in all honesty, it did sound really fun. 

A whole month of just him and Gojo. 

No one to nag him about his grades, his studying. He could stay up late. He could do what he wanted, sure that Gojo wouldn’t tell him off. He nodded. “Can I bring my friends over at some point? Mom never liked them coming around our last place.” 

“Of course. I’ll even slip in an unexpected work appointment so I can be out of your hair for an evening, if you want to be alone with someone.” Gojo winked. 

Yuji snickered, lightly punching the man’s shoulder. 

He liked this Gojo. 

“I won’t need something like that.” Yuji sighed. 

“No girls interest you?” Gojo moved his arm, propping his head up with one fist. 

“Hmm… There was a girl in middle school who had amazing handwriting. But no. Nothing in that department.” Yuji mirrored the older man, relaxing. 

“Then how about guys? Do guys interest you, Yuji?” Gojo raised an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips. 

Yuji looked at them then, shiny. Did he wear lip-gloss? His gaze moved back up to blue eyes, the smirk grew. He felt his cheeks warm and he averted his gaze. His pile of laundry in the basket seemed interesting now. “I-I uhh… haven’t really thought about it?” 

“You haven’t?” Gojo sounded amused. 

“Not really. I mean- I’ve kissed Nobara and Megumi on separate occasions-” 

“Oooh, you’ve kissed boys too-” Yuji slapped a hand over Gojo’s mouth to stop the man from speaking more, as he continued. 

“-but that was a dare. I didn’t feel anything for either of them.” He shrugged. “Are you supposed to feel something when kissing, girls or boys?” 

Gojo held his hand over Yuji’s, over his mouth, pulling back for a moment. “I don’t know, baby, do you feel something when I do this?” He pressed a wet kiss to Yuji’s palm. 

The 17 year old’s brain short-circuited, melting at the feeling. The warmth, the wetness. Being called baby once again. He felt his heart race and a shiver run down his spine. He pulled his hand away, as if he’d been burned, making a show of wiping it onto the sheets. “Gojo!” He whined, faking disgust. 

Faking. 

Because it felt nice. He wasn’t about to let the man know that, though. Yuji shouldn’t find his father figure kissing his hand a nice feeling. In fact, what was Gojo even doing as his stepfather, kissing his stepson’s hand? Or was this just a result of their close age, the blurred boundaries between family and peers? Yuji licked his lips and allowed himself to look back at the white haired man, who smirked at him. Like he knew Yuji really liked it. “Well?” 

“God- Gojo- Please don’t kiss my hand, you’re my stepdad.” Yuji groaned, collapsing back onto the bed, slinging an arm over his eyes. 

Gojo chuckled beside him. “What’s wrong with that? Dad’s kiss their sons all the time.” 

“Not their 17 year old ones.” Yuji drawled. 

“Hmm… I would have done it when you were a kid, but I was a kid myself then and I doubt Kaori would have wanted to marry a little 15 year old me.” Gojo giggled. 

Yuji snorted. Touché. Gojo had missed out on Yuji’s younger years, maybe he really was trying to make up for it. He was trying. Yuji could try too. “I bet you were still a handsome teenager though.” 

“Me? Of course. Ah but wait, does that mean little Yuji finds me handsome now?” Yuji removed his arm and looked at the amused 28 year old with a huff. 

“I didn’t mean-” He protested, but was interrupted by another shrill of loud laughter. 

“Hahaha. It’s fine, Yuji. Everyone finds me attractive. I guess we can say you probably do like men then.” The white haired man half shrugged. 

“I-... Maybe. But I really haven’t thought about it. I don’t think I’m gay. I definitely like women.” Yuji bit his lip, eyes glancing at the Jenifer Lawrence poster on his wall. 

He looked back at Gojo, to find the man following his gaze, blue moving back to meet hazel once again. “Then bisexual. Or pansexual. Like me.” 

“You’re pansexual?” Yuji tilted his head. He’d never met a man that likes other men like that. He was curious. A thousand questions filling his mind at once. 

“I’m bi, yes.” Gojo corrected with a chuckle, a large hand cupped the teen’s face, thumb wiping the flesh lovingly. “I didn’t realise until I was 19, so it’s not unusual for you to not know at your age.” 

“Not that I’m saying I definitely do like guys like that, but, like, how did you find out?” 

“I fooled around with my best friend at the time.” Gojo smiled. 

Yuji thought about fooling around with Megumi. Kissing him, hugging him, touching him. He cringed at the thought alone. “Ugh. God no.” 

Gojo seemed amused by his reaction. “So not into young pretty boys like Megumi then?” 

Yuji hummed in thought, before he voiced them. “If… I was to like men… Then surely it’d be similar to my taste in women?” 

The 28 year old removed his hand and settled it onto the teen’s bare waist. Yuji suppressed the shiver that threatened to shake him at the contact. “What’s your type in women, baby?” 

That, he could easily answer. He’d become friends with Todo, the gym class assistant, over it. “Tall, light haired women with good asses.” 

He watched Gojo’s smile grow into a grin. “So tall, light haired men with great asses?” 

“Yeah…” Yuji paused, brain catching up with the implications of what Gojo had just said. Tall? Check. Light haired? Check. Great ass? Uh, he’d never really looked, but probable. Shit. Had he just said Gojo was his hypothetical type in men? His stepdad? 

“It makes sense. Your mom thinks I'm hot too. Must be in the DNA.” Gojo chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the entire thing. Yuji relaxed at the man’s nonchalance. If Gojo didn’t find it weird, then he didn’t need to either. 

He could be content. This was just father and son bonding time. Talking about Yuji’s type, giggling about crushes and planning all the secret fun they could have behind his mom’s back. Normal. A normal family. A normal dad. Yuji liked it. 

“Probably.” Yuji yawned, tired after a long day. What time was it? 

“I’ll let you sleep, my love. I don’t have work tomorrow, but I’ll still drive you in, if you’d like?” Gojo ruffled his head once as he slipped off the bed, switching the bedside lamp off before he walked to the door. 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Yuji closed his eyes, drifting off to warm thoughts about having a normal family. A dad. He didn’t even notice himself murmuring. “Thanks, dad…” 

“It’s okay, baby. Sweet dreams.”

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“A little birdie told me you called Gojo dad last night.” 

Yuji choked on his mouthful of food. 

Huh? 

His hazel eyes darted around the room, as if he would find the person who told his mom that. Had he called Gojo dad last night? He swallowed the food in his mouth, a distant memory of saying thank you to the man as he drifted off. But he’d said that in his head, right? 

Right? 

Clearly not. 

He sighed. “I didn’t mean to. I was half asleep.” 

Kaori cooed. “Awh honey. I think it’s rather cute. You know he was ecstatic, right? He’s been gushing about how much he wanted you to call him it for weeks now.” 

Gojo luckily wasn’t eating breakfast with them right now, still busy showering before he drove the student to school. Yuji groaned into his breakfast, tugging at his own pink hair. “God I hope Gojo doesn’t expect me to call him that all the time now.” 

“Call me what?” Gojo chirped, sitting down into the empty dining chair next to the teen. His hair was still wet, though he was fully dressed. Fresh from the shower then. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Yuji sighed. He moved his fork to take another bite, groaning when it was intercepted by the white haired man who stole it with a giggle. “Gojo!”

“Mmm. It’s always extra tasty when it’s stolen. Come on, you’re going to be late at this rate.” Gojo ruffled his hair and stepped around the table pressing a chaste kiss onto Kaori’s cheek. “I’ll see you after work.” 

“See you later, you two.” She smiled, staying seated as Yuji rushed to engulf as much food as he could in the next 30 seconds before he grabbed his backpack from the floor and ran out to the entryway. 

Gojo was already slipping his shoes on when Yuji finally caught up to the man. Gojo and his stupid long legs. Yuji hurriedly stuffed his feet into his own shoes and followed the white haired out of the door, to the garage lined with different expensive cars. “Say Yuji, your mom is going to come back late tonight, as she’s staying back to prepare some bits for the trip. Do you want to go shopping after school?” 

“Don’t you have work?” Yuji raised an eyebrow as the man pressed the car key he’d selected, a purple Ferrari unlocked. The 17 year old followed the man to the flashy sports car, getting in after the older man did. Really. Gojo had far too much money. Yuji was going to have to deal with questions about his new stepdad all day. 

“Nah. I’m only in when I need to be. So I take that as a yes then? We can eat some dinner too. I know a nice Greek restaurant that’s just opened up.” Gojo started the car with a loud growl of the engine, pulling out of the large garage and down the private road, out of the gated residence. 

“Greek? I don’t even know what food that means but sure. I don’t have any study classes after school, so I’ll finish at like 3pm.” Yuji relaxed into his seat, fiddling with his phone. 

“Perfect then!”  Gojo cheered and turned on the radio. The rest of the drive was silent aside from the hum from the loud engine and the quiet radio.

Yuji closed his eyes, intent on relaxing until he felt the car come to a stop. He opened his eyes with a confused hum, as they were parked just down the corner from his school, rather than directly outside. 

“Here?” Yuji unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his backpack. 

“Yeah. I figured you wouldn’t want people to see you getting out of the Ferrari.” Gojo smiled and patted the teen's thigh. 

Huh. How considerate of the man. Yuji grinned, teasing the older man. “Thank you, but the easier solution would be for you to just drive normal cars.” 

Gojo looked shocked for a brief moment, before he broke out into a giggle. “You wound me, baby. What’s the point in having all this money if I don’t spend it? Mind you, I get to spend it on you now.” 

Yuji rolled his eyes with a huff. “Please don’t buy me a Ferrari. I’m going now, see you later!” 

Gojo laughed and ruffled pink hair. “Have a good day, my love.” 

Yuji left the car and took the three minute walk to his classroom, sitting down with a sigh. Despite Gojo’s efforts of making the teen look normal, clearly word had gotten around about a certain pink haired student being dropped off in a luxurious car. A smack on the back of his head brought him out of his thoughts. “Ah!” He yelped, rubbing the spot as he turned to find Nobara, as expected. 

“Oi. What’s this about daddy dearest dropping you off in a Lamborghini?” She took the seat directly in front of the pink haired teen. Megumi silently sat down next to Yuji, in his assigned seat. 

“It was a Ferrari, if we’re being technical about it.” Yuji groaned, slamming his head into his desk as more and more students piled into the classroom, eyes trained on him specifically. “Everyone knows huh?” He mumbled into the wood. 

“Yup.” Megumi drawled, exaggerating the ‘P’ with a pop. 

Luckily for the pink haired, the homeroom teacher soon followed and everyone, including Yuji himself, could focus on the class. Three hours later and the trio were on the rooftop again, Nobara’s simple homemade sandwich, Megumi’s convenience store rice balls and Yuji’s gourmet bento box in hand. “Can I steal some, Yuji?” Nobara drooled as she eyed up the box. 

“Sure. You have some too, Megumi.” Yuji placed his food in the centre of the group, letting them all have access to it. It was a lot of food. Good food. Far too much for Yuji alone to eat, but perhaps Gojo (or the chef) didn’t want him to go without, just in case. They settled into mundane conversation then, idly chatting about exams and university. 

“Oh yeah. I asked my grandma and she said you could stay around a few times, if you wanted to.” Nobara’s voice was muffled, mouth full of food. Megumi winced at the sight and Yuji grinned, giving a thumbs up. 

“Thank you! Ah but we hung out last night and Gojo actually seems pretty cool now. I think we’ll get along fine.” 

“What did you talk about?” The black haired raised an eyebrow, slowly eating one of his rice balls. 

Yuji flushed thinking about their conversation. “Uh… about girls.” And guys. He would keep that part a secret though. 

“You spoke about girls with your stepdad?” Nobara raised an eyebrow. Megumi winced. 

“Yeah? That’s not weird.” Yuji protested, cheeks warm. 

“That is slightly weird.” Megumi sighed, eyebrows furrowed. 

“It is not. Besides, Gojo is like, hot and young, he’s not like other stepdads.” Yuji shrugged, stuffing his face with food. 

“You think Gojo is hot?” Norbara giggled, teasing him. 

The pink haired groaned and swallowed his mouthful of food. “God- I mean- Like- Objectively speaking, yeah.” It was more than objective if the thrill he got of Gojo kissing his hand was anything to go by, but he wouldn’t let his mind settle on that thought for now. “Megumi, come on, don’t you think your stepmom is hot, objectively?”  

He tried. He really did try to defend himself on this one, wanting back up from his black haired friend. Alas, he was betrayed. “No. I don’t. She’s my stepmom.” 

Yuji wailed and collapsed onto his back. Nobara seemed to take it easy on him, asking another question instead. “So, what kind of ‘boy talk’ about girls did you have then? Swapping favourite porn actresses or something?” 

Megumi cringed. “Gross.” 

“Absolutely not. He was just… We were talking about inviting you guys over at some point for his secret stash of booze-” 

“-He’s letting you drink his alcohol?-” Megumi raised his eyebrows. 

“-And then he made the joke that if I wanted to invite a lady friend over, he would make himself busy so we could be left alone.” Yuji didn’t let Megumi interrupt him. 

“And do you have a lady friend to invite over? Cause it certainly won’t be me.” Nobara shivered in disgust. 

Yuji rolled his eyes and punched her softly in the arm. “Fuck off. I was telling him exactly that and then we just kinda… Started talking about types and shit.” 

“Tall women. Light hair. Big asses.” Megumi nodded. 

“And so? What was his type then?” Nobara took another mouthful of food from the bento box. 

Yuji scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Actually we didn’t get that far, we were too busy…” He trailed off, eyes glancing at Megumi’s lips. 

Busy talking about my type in men. He thought. 

He took a moment to really look at Megumi, eyes narrowed as he focused on the other teen’s features. They were feminine, with long eyelashes, pink lips. Gojo had pretty feminine features too. But Megumi's weren’t as… easy on the eyes as Gojo’s were.

Gojo? 

Was Gojo Yuji’s type in men? 

Yuji closed his eyes, ignoring his friend’s demands to elaborate on the story. He tried to think about the kiss he shared with Megumi. It was a kiss. Hazy in memory because of how drunk he was at the time but he could still recall how it felt. It felt like nothing. Like two pieces of flesh just touching one another, like brushing his arm or something. 

But Gojo kissing Yuji’s palm? 

That made his knees weak slightly. His heart raced. He felt the shiver of electricity down his spine, the wetness and softness of the man’s lips that were always glossy and plump. 

Shit. 

Maybe Gojo was Yuji’s type. 

That’s what this had to be, right? He got butterflies thinking about kissing Jenifer Lawrence and she was his type too. It made sense. Was it weird for his stepdad of all people to be his type? Probably not. What did Gojo say again… Ah right. It was genetic. If Yuji’s mom found him hot, it was no wonder the teen did as well. 

That’s what it was. 

The sound of the school bell ringing, signalling the end of the lunch break, brought Yuji out of his thoughts, sitting upright with a sigh. Nobara and Megumi had thankfully left him alone during his inner turmoil and moved on to a different subject, so Yuji was able to simply pack up his bento and trail behind the pair as they walked back to class. 

He’d have to research this newfound interest later. 

The rest of the afternoon went quickly, luckily. Yuji found himself waving goodbye to his friends just as the familiar purple sportscar pulled up outside the gates. 

People stared, people gawked. Yuji sighed, getting into the car. “What happened to being nice and not showing people my stepdad is super rich?” 

“And hot. Don’t forget hot, Yuji.” Gojo smirked as he pulled away, driving towards the local shopping district. 

“Yeah, hot, rich and young. The perfect package.” Yuji rolled his eyes and relaxed back into the seat, bringing out his phone to load up a game of Tetris for the car ride. 

“Ah. That reminds me. We’ll get you a new phone today, baby.” Gojo hummed as he drove. 

Yuji looked up from his phone then, catching blue eyes in the rear-view mirror. “But it’s not broken or anything?” 

“It’s outdated though. Any son of mine requires the best and only the best. That means the latest phone too, Yuji.” Gojo grinned. 

Was this the conglomerate head speaking? Yuji raised an eyebrow. He didn’t think of that before. If Gojo was leader of the Gojo conglomerate, the Gojo clan as he often nicknamed it, does that mean Yuji is the Gojo heir now? “Gojo… Am I…”

“The heir? If you want to be. Ah. But I’ll need to formally adopt you first, so you gain the Gojo name.” Gojo shrugged. 

Yuji’s brain melted. Did he? Did he want to be the Gojo heir? The sole beneficiary of a world-wide powerhouse? The top 1%? No. He wanted a simple life, maybe an athletic career. Or one where he could help people. Not whatever that was. Yuji frowned, looking out of the passenger window. “Mmm. I don’t think I do.” 

“What do you want to be then, when you grow up?” Gojo stopped at a red light and locked eyes with the teen. 

“I don’t know. Maybe something athletic? Like.. a personal instructor or a gym teacher. Ah, but I also like to help people, so maybe a nurse? Or a carer?” Yuji’s face twisted in thought. 

Gojo chuckled and placed a hand on the teen’s thigh, rubbing the flesh lovingly. “Oh baby. You can be anything you want to be. I’ll make it happen.” 

Yuji paused in his thoughts, gaze darting to the large hand still on his thigh, even as the car began to move again, and then back up to the side of Gojo’s face. He smiled. “Thank you… dad.” He whispered the last word. 

Gojo gasped, hand tugging on the steering wheel causing the car to jolt suddenly. Yuji shrieked in terror. “Gojo!” 

“Oh my god, Yuji you said again, didn’t you?” Gojo grinned, ecstatic. 

“Huh? I… don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yuji bit his lip and flushed, looking out of the window. He would play dumb. 

“No no no. You called me dad. Say it again, please?” Gojo pleaded, hand on Yuji’s thigh gripping the flesh harder. 

“No.” Yuji huffed, turning in his seat to rest his head against the window. 

“Please baby?” Gojo begged. 

“...Dad.” Yuji snorted. “There, happy?” 

He cast a glance at the older man, who was grinning like he’d won the world. Perhaps he had. “Very. Thank you.” 

“Look… I’m… trying. I get you want me to call you that all the time but I’m just not used to calling anyone but well, my dad , dad. So… don’t expect it all the time.” Yuji sighed, turning back in his seat. 

Gojo’s hand on his thigh squeezed once more, before the thumb started rubbing soothing circles into the flesh. “It’s okay. Thank you for trying, Yuji.” 

The car pulled to a stop as the white haired man parked the car. Yuji unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, leaving his backpack in the car as the older man followed suit. They walked around the shopping mall for a few hours until Yuji begged them to stop shopping and eat instead. Within the next half an hour, they were back in the car, copious amounts of shopping bags and a brand new, top of the range phone in hand. Gojo drove them to the Greek restaurant he was excited about and Yuji learned that he did in fact, like Greek food.

They got home just after 8pm, before Kaori did. Yuji spent his time unpacking the new things Gojo insisted he have; some more new clothes, an iPad and some shoes. Gojo busied himself doing some work in his office and before long, Yuji walked back across the house into the living room. His mom was home, settling down on the sofa.

“Hi mom.” Yuji greeted, giving her a hug as he walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He walked back into the living room, intending to go back to his bedroom. 

He had plans.

Big plans for tonight.

Gojo caught his wrist. “You don’t wanna watch a movie with m- us tonight?”

“Ah, I’m okay. I have some homework I should really be working on. I’ll watch one with you tomorrow though, I promise!” A lie. His plans didn’t involve homework, nor his desk for that matter. 

Gojo smiled and let him go. “Okay, text me if you need anything!” 

“Goodnight, honey.” Kaori smiled at the teenager. 

“Night mom, Gojo.” Yuji beelined for his room. As soon as he got in, he closed the door behind himself. Unfortunately, the door didn’t have a lock, but he knew if he waited it out ten or so minutes, his mom and stepdad would be busy with the movie anyways. There were no staff on shift in the home either, so his side of the house should be completely clear for at least an hour and a half. 

He stripped himself naked quickly and launched onto the bed, phone and earphones in hand. 

His plan was to explore himself. 

Or, to explore porn more precisely.

His conversation with Gojo last night and his friends that afternoon had left him more than curious, buzzing to see if he really did like men too. It was his first time jerking off in his bedroom since moving in (he normally did it in the shower) but he reasoned he should be fine. He laid back as he unlocked his phone, plopping a headphone into his ear. He opened his usual porn site, scrolling through the suggested videos. He was half in mind to try and aim for two sessions, but he squashed the thought down. He was going to do this. 

He clicked on the category, gay porn and dropped his phone onto his face in shock as the screen filled with cock and more cock. “Fuck…” He cursed under his breath, rubbing his sore nose as he picked his phone back up. 

He scrolled down the trending videos, humming as he found none that seemingly interested him. 

A black haired twink. 

A really big hairy man. 

A blonde muscular man. 

Nothing stood out to him. 

He paused, finger twitching as it hovered over the search bar. Would this be weird? Yuji cast a glance at the door. Still closed. No one would know. He gave in, typing with haste as if his phone would shriek and tell anyone and everyone what exactly he was searching for. 

White haired Tall Man  

It was generic, but from the first four videos suggested, he knew he was at least on the right track. Yuji wasn't even sure he was going to jerk off. He was just curious. Wanted to see what it would look like. He scrolled to the sixth video suggested. Volume set low through his earphones so he could hear if anyone was walking down the hallway just in case. 

It was a tall man, scruffy white hair and green eyes. He looked youthful, but was well built. It was a solo video, just of him jerking off. Yuji couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the man on his phone screen and the man sitting downstairs with his mother. 

He bit his lip. 

Hazel eyes fixated on the screen as the man fisted his dick, moaning, calling out to whoever was watching to let him cum. It was hot. Yuji was half erect already. But it wasn’t quite it.  

He scrolled through the suggested, heart plummeting to his stomach as he comprehended the thumbnail and title of a suggested video. 

Sexy dad fucks his muscular son  

The title alone was enough to cause heat to pool in Yuji’s stomach, but the thumbnail displayed a man who looked awfully similar to Gojo, fucking a tanned, muscular man with dark hair. 

Was it too close to home? 

Yuji clicked on it. 

It was a longer video than the last, a build up, a bad storyline about a dad needing to teach his son on how to fuck a woman properly. But fuck was it enticing. Yuji watched, hand already gripping his now-fully erect length, as the pair on screen began making out, lewd moans shared between them. 

Yuji bit his lip as he dragged his palm over his tip, already wet with precum, teasing himself as he settled down to properly jerk off. He didn’t have anything to clean himself up with, but he planned on just hopping straight into the shower afterwards, so it should be fine. 

Just as the actors started fucking, Yuji spat into his own palm to help ease the glide before he began fisting his cock properly. He tried to hold back his moans, settling on the occasional huff and grunt instead. He was alone in that wing of the house, but he still wanted to be safe. 

The porn was sinful.  

Desperate gasps and moans echoing off the set walls. The dark haired man begging for his dad’s cock, to be ruined. 

It was quite possibly hotter than anything Yuji had seen. 

So it was no surprise that he was reaching climax at an alarming rate, low moans and skin slapping filling the otherwise silent room. His hips jerked as he closed his eyes. He was close. So close. 

His mind wandered, aided by the moans from his headphones. He thought about the porn he was watching. He thought about how good Gojo’s lips felt against his palm. Would they feel better against his own? On his neck? On his dick?

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” He cursed, tipping closer and closer to the edge as he thought more about the man. 

Calling him dad, feeling those large hands all over him, blue eyes looking straight into his.

“Hey, I brought you snacks and some fruit for your stud- Oh. Yuji. Baby.” 

Huh? 

Yuji froze, hand wrapped around his cock, phone falling off of his bed with a loud clatter. Unfortunately, as if the entire ordeal couldn’t have gotten worse, his headphones unplugged and the porno, the loud, filthy moans of ‘dad, yes, yes, I'm gonna cum, yes, dad please’ filled the room. 

Yuji was close. So so so so close. He gripped his dick tighter in reflex at being caught, eyes catching with stunned blue ones in the doorway. 

And then the first rope of cum shot out of his pink cock, landing onto his chest. 

And another. 

And another. 

And another. 

His toes curled despite his reluctance to feel the pleasure and he half yelped, half moaned as his orgasm washed over him, painfully slowly. “Da- Gojo-”  

“Yuji baby.” Gojo breathed.

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Yuji was going to kill himself. 

Okay, that was a bit dramatic, but really, what else was he supposed to do? His step dad walked in on him jerking off. 

Worse, the man watched him cum. 

Worst of all though, the cherry on top, the crème de la crème, the pièce de résistance was the dad-son incest porn he was watching whilst doing it. 

Yuji was half in mind to roll over, cum on his chest be damned, and cry into his pillow, hoping the white haired man would take pity and leave him alone. He didn’t though. He had to turn off the offending video before Gojo could process what he was watching. Yuji dived down, grabbing his phone, accidentally locking it in his haste. The audio still played, loudly because of course he’d been playing music from it whilst he unpacked earlier. He scrambled, unlocking it and pausing the video with a curse. “Fuck.” 

The room was silent aside from Yuji’s laboured breathing, panting as he debated running away into his shower or curling over once again. Gojo let him do neither. 

The 28 year old slowly walked into the room, placing the plate onto the teen’s desk before he strolled over to the teen. He took a seat at the edge of Yuji’s bed, by his feet. Yuji watched, frozen in shock as blue eyes slowly cascaded down his cum covered torso, lingering on his spent cock for a few more seconds, before Gojo blinked and blue eyes were on his own. “Yuji.” 

This… wasn’t a normal reaction, was it? Stepdads don’t walk in on their stepsons jerking off, don’t watch them cum to dad-incest porn and then leisurely sit on the bed and look them over. But when, realistically, was Gojo ever a normal stepdad. All the stories Megumi had told Yuji about his stepmom were vastly different from the man in front of him. 

The 17 year old trembled, hands fisting the sheets underneath him as he felt exposed beyond measure. Horrified. Was he going to be in trouble? Was Gojo going to be disgusted with him? Was he going to tell his mom- oh god- “Please don’t tell mom.” Yuji croaked out. 

It was silly. He was 17 years old and yet he could feel the tingle in the back of his throat as a lump formed, the sting of his eyes as he felt tears well up in them. He’d fucked up. Majorly. Gojo was going to be disgusted, he was going to tell Kaori and then Yuji would ruin their happy marriage, their happy little family. His lungs burned as he took a deep breath, trying to force himself not to cry. 

A large hand cupped his cheek. 

Yuji blinked and the first tear escaped, followed by another and a shuddering breath. 

“Shhh… It’s okay baby. I won’t tell anyone, okay? You’re safe with me.” Gojo cooed, his other hand joined in as he crossed over the bed, legs on either side of Yuji’s thighs as he looked down at the pink haired with concern and warmth. With love, Yuji belatedly realised. 

He should have been alarmed at their proximity. At Gojo half straddling his knees, not caring if the teen was naked and covered in cum. But he was too distraught in the moment to properly care, hiccupping as more and more tears escaped him. This time of relief. 

“You’re not mad?” Yuji whimpered. 

“Baby. Come here.” Gojo sighed, a small smile tugging on his lips as he wrapped his arms around the teen’s shoulders, tugging the pink haired against him. Yuji made a noise in protest, Gojo was going to get dirty- get his cum all over him, but Gojo was strong and continued to pull the teen, until his chest was flush with the older man’s stomach and hips. 

Yuji could feel his cum soaking into the fabric, dampening it. He whimpered once more and buried his face into Gojo’s stomach, his own arms wrapping around the man’s waist. “It’s okay, Yuji. I’ve got you. You’re okay. I’m not mad. I’m not upset. I’m not disgusted. You’re fine.” 

Yuji sniffled, pulling his head back slightly to look up into piercing blue eyes. Gojo was smiling at him, like any parent would to console their upset child. “...Dad…” Yuji tested the word, barely a hoarse whisper. 

“Yes, baby?” Gojo still answered. 

“Dad… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry…” Yuji bit his lip, to force himself from not crying or saying anything more. 

The 28 year old ran a hand through pink hair, swaying the younger man slowly in a soothing motion. Yuji closed his eyes. 

He’d royally fucked up. 

Not only did he jerk off to his stepdad, he’d been caught by the very same man. 

His mind screamed at him for being so dumb. So horny. God. Despite Gojo saying he was okay with it, Yuji very much doubted it was the truth. Why would he be okay? Gojo wanted to be a good dad to Yuji. Had wanted to be there for him, to support him, like any good father did, for weeks now. And Yuji had probably just ruined it all because his dick felt good. 

He sniffled once more. 

“Wanna talk about it?” Gojo's voice was quiet. Smoothed. Consoling. 

“No.” Yuji pouted, eyes gazing up to blue ones once more. 

“We don’t have to talk about it now then. Come. Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Gojo swiped the younger’s cheeks once, twice, before the man lent down and pressed a chaste, soothing kiss to Yuji’s sweaty forehead. 

Yuji didn’t even get to enjoy the feeling before it was pulled away all too soon, alongside the older man’s body heat as the man stood up from the bed, walking over to the light switch. Gojo turned the light off and walked back to the bed. The word ‘now’ echoed in Yuji’s mind. Gojo wasn’t letting him off completely. They’d have to talk about it at some point. 

Yuji couldn’t see in the darkness, but he heard rustling, the clatter of a belt hit the floor. Then a large frame slid into bed, tugging the covers over the pair. He realised Gojo had removed his trousers before he got in as their bare legs brushed against one another. The 28 year old tugged Yuji down to lay with him, keeping an arm wrapped around his waist as Yuji pressed his face into the man’s chest. He smelt nice. He smelled comforting. 

“You promise you’re not mad at me?” Yuji mumbled. His limbs felt heavy, as did his eyelids. Was his body and mind instinctively shutting down to spare him the humiliation? Or was it the impending headache he was beginning to feel, from the stress and crying? Either way, Yuji let himself go, wrapped in the warm, protective embrace from his stepdad. 

“I promise Yuji. The farthest thing from it, in fact.” Gojo’s words seemed distant, barely registering in his mind as he drifted off to sleep. 

Yuji woke up with a startle. The shrill of his alarm breaking his suspended relief from reality. He groaned as he turned over, grabbing the phone to turn it off. He squinted down at the screen. Half an hour earlier than when he normally set it. Huh? He blinked, looking around him. No sign of Gojo either. Yuji closed his eyes. What if he just melted into the sheets and disappeared from everything? 

Gojo still wanted to talk about it. He still had to get up, get ready and eat breakfast with his mom and look her in the eye and pretend he hadn’t jerked off to her husband and been caught. The sound of his door opening made him open his eyes again, freezing momentarily when his eyes met Gojo’s. “You awake, baby?” 

“Mmm.” Yuji sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He looked down at his chest. His clean chest. Had his cum been wiped off whilst he slept? It was oddly… sweet of his stepdad, albeit wholly inappropriate for a father figure to do. He looked back up at the white haired man, who had taken the break in their locked gaze to cross his room. A large hand ran through his pink hair, a lazy grin on the older man’s face.  

“I set your alarm extra early today, so you can shower before school since… you didn’t get to wash up properly last night. Breakfast is ready, whenever you’re ready. I’ll drop you off again, yeah?” 

Gojo set Yuji’s alarm? Did Gojo know Yuji’s passcode?

Ah. But the man was there when he set his phone up. It made sense. Did that also mean Gojo had seen what porn Yuji was watching? Who was he kidding, the man didn’t need to see the video title, he heard it all the same.

Yuji gave a meek smile and nodded. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it, my love. See you in a bit.” Gojo lent down, pressing a kiss onto the teen’s head before he walked back out of the room, closing the door behind himself. 

The moment the door closed, Yuji flung himself back into the sheets, kicking his legs as he screamed into a pillow, muffling the sound. No, this was fine. Gojo says it was fine. Gojo was his stepdad. He should trust his word, the man hadn’t let him down since day one. 

The 17 year old cast a glance to his balcony, watching the orange sky as the sun rose. Right. School. He even had after school study sessions that day. He would get showered, get dressed, eat his breakfast really quickly and then be at school all day. Then when he got home, he could sneak off to his room and sleep for the rest of the day. 

Yuji heaved a sigh as he stood up, still completely naked. He quickly got into the shower, relaxing under the hot stream, scrubbing himself raw as if it would wash away his guilt along with his dead skin. He got out, brushed his teeth and put on his school uniform. Yuji slowly walked across the house, stopping just around the corner of the dining room, overhearing Gojo and his mom talk once again. 

“Is he okay now?” Kaori sounded worried. 

“Yeah. He was just really stressed about his exams coming up and choosing a degree. He went to sleep after I calmed him down. He should be coming down any second now.” Gojo reassured her. 

Yuji relaxed, fists uncurling from where he’d grasped his uniform anxiously. Gojo had stuck to his word. He’d kept it a secret. Yuji smiled, taking a step forward into the kitchen. “Morning.” 

“Good morning sweetie.” Kaori smiled at the teen. 

Yuji took a deep breath and sat down next to the white haired man, slinging his backpack down onto the floor by his feet. It didn’t take long for Gojo to sling an arm over his shoulder, head resting on the teens. “Yujiii.” 

“Mm?” Yuji looked up from his plate of food. 

“I missed you.” Gojo sighed, nuzzling the teen’s face. 

Yuji flushed, he locked eyes with his mom who giggled at the show of affection. 

“You saw me last night. I literally live here.” Yuji rolled his eyes and forced himself to eat. He could pretend he was fine. Pretend he wasn’t mortified from last night. 

“Yeah but still.” Gojo sighed, finally letting go of the teen to eat his own food. They ate in silence for a moment, before Yuji spoke again. 

“You leave tomorrow, right mom?” 

“Yeah. Tomorrow morning, since the flight is at midday.” She nodded, nursing her cup of coffee. 

Yuji forced himself not to frown. He’d gone through a rollercoaster of emotions in the last 48 hours on the entire ordeal. Anxious at first, then comforted and then straight back to anxious again. How was he supposed to live alone with the man who knew what he’d done last night? 

As if sensing his unease, a large hand moved under the table, placed onto the teen’s thigh. Familiar. Yuji breathed deeply through his nose and continued eating. He soon finished his plate and hugged his mom goodbye as he walked to the front door, white haired man quickly following. 

Gojo drove the same car as he did the day before, the car ride was silent, though not tense, like Yuji expected it to be. Gojo still kept a hand on his thigh throughout the journey and this time, pressed a chaste kiss to the pink haired’s forehead before he left the car. “You have study classes today, right?” 

“Yeah.” Yuji nodded, picking up his backpack, the door already opened for him to leave. 

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at five then. Have fun today!” Gojo smiled and Yuji smiled back, leaving the car and taking the walk to class. 

Class was uneventful and it wasn’t until lunch, where the usual trio sat on the rooftop like usual, that Yuji thought about what had happened once more. He rolled over with a groan. 

“What?” Nobara raised an eyebrow. 

Yuji bit his lip, feeling his cheeks warm as he debated telling the pair. “Have you ever… jerked off to someone you shouldn’t have?” 

“You jerked off to Gojo huh?” Megumi snorted, stuffing his mouth with food as he looked down at the pink haired with boredom. Like he expected Yuji to do so. 

Yuji shot up, wanting to protest, but really, Megumi was right, as always. Norbara laughed. “Guys. No, you don’t understand it was bad.” Yuji whined. 

“What, did he catch you or something?” Nobara giggled. 

The silence of Yuji afterwards as he looked into his lap shamefully broke when Nobara cackled, head thrown back. Megumi looked scandalised, like he’d been the one to catch him. “What the fuck-” 

“Hahahahaha- I can’t believe it- so what- now daddy dearest knows you find him hot?” Nobara wiped her eyes. 

“-Shut up.” Yuji scowled, out of embarrassment. “Things are.. Well, things aren’t awkward and it's weird. I’m on edge.” 

“What do you mean?” Megumi raised an eyebrow. 

“I mean like. He said we’d talk about it at some point, but he hasn’t told mom and he didn’t make a big deal out of it.” Yuji took a mouthful of food, body slumping. 

“My dad caught me once, though I was under the covers and I wasn’t jerking off to, well, him. ” Megumi sighed. Yuji looked up at the black haired, eager for him to continue the story. “He just told me I was gross and to lock the door next time. We never spoke of it again. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” 

That was less than what Gojo had done. Was it because Yuji freaked out? Gojo held Yuji, cleaned him up in the night and still wanted to talk more on the matter. Was this the difference between actual dads and step-ones? 

Yuji sighed, resigned to his fate of possible awkwardness going forward. He’d just have to never touch his dick again. At least not in the house. Maybe he’d jerk off in the school bathroom instead, going forward. Was that less weird? Probably. 

The bell chimed and the trio made their way back to class. The rest of the day unfortunately, or rather fortunately, since Yuji was dreading going home, dragged. It was just after 5pm that the familiar Ferrari pulled up and a beaming white haired man called out for him from within. “Yuji!” 

The 17 year old smiled and got in. “Hey.” 

“You promised we’re watching a movie today, remember?” Gojo chuckled, speeding off back to the estate. 

Yuji fumbled with his new phone, he hadn’t downloaded Tetris yet, so he stuffed it into his pocket instead, watching the road. “Oh… yeah. That’s fine. What one?” 

Gojo’s hand left the steering wheel, placing it on Yuji’s thigh. “Worm-man 3?” 

At that, Yuji sat up right, grinning. His favourite series. “I love worm-man.” 

Gojo chuckled. “I know. That’s why I chose it, baby.” 

“Thank you… dad.” Yuji murmured, looking out of the passenger window, eager to get back now and put it on. 

“Don’t mention it, my love.” 

As soon as they got home, Yuji beelined for his room, changing into more comfortable clothes. He then raided Satoru’s cabinet for all the movie snacks he could ever want, half-jogging to the living room where Gojo sat. Yuji made a noise of confusion. “Mom’s not back yet?” 

“Nah. She’s getting back at 7, so we’ll watch without her.” Gojo shrugged, patting the space next to him on the sofa. 

Yuji placed the snacks onto the coffee table, glancing at the large flatscreen T.V, film already loaded up and paused for him. The teen sat down next to the white haired man with a huff, tugging the blanket over them that was placed on the edge of the sofa for occasions. Gojo played the film and after 5 minutes, moved on the couch to half-lay on it instead, tugging on the pink haired teen to join him. Yuji hummed, standing up briefly to allow the older man to adjust his position, back against the backrest, legs drawn up to lay on the couch. The older man held out his arms, inviting the teen to dive in. Which he did. 

Yuji pressed his back flush with the man’s chest, legs tangling with longer ones under the cover. They continued watching the movie in silence, Gojo’s arms wrapped around the younger’s waist. It wasn’t until Yuji moved slightly, pushing his ass against the elder’s hips, that he froze and spoke quietly. “Are you.. really okay with what I did last night?” 

Gojo reached across the coffee table, grabbing the remote to turn the movie down. “Of course baby.” 

“But I was… jerking off to you.” Yuji bit his lip, eyes focused on the movie despite not being able to hear anything over the pounding of his own heart and Gojo’s breaths in his ear. 

“And?” Gojo chuckled. 

And? 

Wasn’t he supposed to be upset? 

“That’s wrong, isn’t it? To… think of your stepdad like that.” Yuji closed his eyes, shame washing over him in waves. 

“I don’t think it’s wrong, Yuji.” Gojo sighed, moving on the couch, pressing himself up closer against the teen. “Not when I get like this around you too.” 

Yuji felt it then. 

The hardness against his ass. 

The distinct hardness that any man past the age of puberty would know. 

Gojo’s hard? 

Right now? 

Pressed against Yuji? 

Because of him?

Yuji held his breath, pushing back against the feeling slightly, to see if what he was feeling was real. It was real alright, especially with the way Gojo hissed quietly into his ear. 

Yuji’s eyes opened as he half turned his upper body, turning what he could with the man’s hand’s anchoring him down. Hazel eyes locked into blue ones. 

Gojo was flushed slightly, a hint of pink on his cheeks, eyes half-lidded with a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “Yuji, baby.” 

“I-I make you like this?” Yuji whispered. Half in shock, half in awe. 

This was wrong. 

This was so so so wrong.

Gojo was his stepdad. He shouldn’t be getting hard over his stepson. 

But Yuji also shouldn’t be feeling the butterflies in his stomach over it, the tingle of excitement shooting down his spine. 

“And more, my love.” Gojo sighed, hands on the teen’s waist clamping down slightly more, pulling the teen’s ass flush against the tent in his pants. 

“Gojo-” 

“I’m back!” Kaori called out from behind them. 

Gojo grinned.

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Yuji attempted to move away from Gojo. 

Key word, attempted.  

Because Gojo’s grip on him was firm, unmoving, keeping the teen pressed up against his erection. Yuji flushed and kept his eyes trained on the T.V, determined to not let his mom see his face. 

He felt the vibration of Gojo’s chuckle against his back. “Welcome back. You’re early?” 

Kaori sighed, walking past the sofa towards the master bedroom. “Yeah. I managed to finish the handover reports a little bit quicker than I anticipated. You boys watching a movie?” 

“Yeah. Worm-man 3. You want to join?” Gojo asked.

No.

No no no no. Please don’t.

Yuji would die if his mom sat down on the sofa opposite them. Sure they were covered, but they still probably looked oddly close. And Yuji was sure he wouldn’t be able to hide his reaction to his stepdad’s touching. 

Why was he still touching him? 

His wife was right there! 

“I’m going to have a bath. You boys enjoy it though.” Kaori ruffled Yuji’s hair as she passed them, luckily not sparing them a second glance. 

Yuji relaxed with a sigh of relief. Thank god she hadn’t noticed. 

But wait.

He was in another predicament now.

Gojo hadn’t moved away and clearly had no plan to either, as he moved a hand from Yuji’s waist and instead settled it on Yuji’s inner thigh. 

Yuji’s breathing hitched, expecting it to travel further up. Gojo didn’t do anything more though. He left his hand there, between Yuji’s legs, body pressed up against the teen. “…Gojo?” 

“Yes, my love?” Gojo breathed into his ear. 

“Are you… going to move?” Yuji grasped the blanket. 

Did he even want Gojo to move? 

Morally, yes. Yuji didn’t have a lot of knowledge on how fathers should act, but he knew this was crossing the line. But the horny side of him that jerked off to the man less than 24 hours ago, wanted him to stay. To do more. 

“No. Am I making you uncomfortable?” Gojo whispered into his ear. Yuji could hear the grin on the man’s face. 

Yes.

“No. It’s just…” Yuji licked his lips. “You’re my stepdad… so…” 

“It’s okay, Yuji. Listen to your dad, won’t you?” Gojo sighed, pressing a kiss to the teen’s ear. 

Yuji shivered, a tingle of pleasure shooting down his spine at the affection, the ticklish, sensitive sensation. His mind caught up to Gojo’s words at last. “Gojo… dad… What about mom?” 

“What about her?” 

“I’m… I mean… like…” Yuji squinted, eyes still on the quiet movie as he struggled to formulate his thoughts. 

Gojo spoke, before he could say anything more. “Dads can cuddle their sons, can’t they?” 

Yuji bit his lip as he thought about the statement. “Sure. But this is…” 

“Nothing more than a nice cuddle, baby. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Listen to the grown up.” Gojo squeezed the teen then. “I’m just a dad happy to hug and cuddle his son after a long day apart.” 

Yuji thought about Toji, Megumi’s dad, then. And how the man would rather shoot himself than hug the black haired teen, let alone cuddle him. But that was Toji. A man who disliked any kind of skin-ship. Nobara didn’t have any father figures in her life for him to compare Gojo to. He was stuck with seeing fathers in passing, and sure, he’s seen them give the occasional kiss to their kid’s foreheads or cheeks if they were young. He’s also seen different dad’s hug their sons, cuddle them if they were really young. Maybe that’s what Gojo was getting at? Sure Yuji was far older than any of the kids he’s seen get smothered, but Gojo had lost out on that time. 

Still. 

None of the fathers he’d ever seen were hard whilst doing it. 

“But you’re hard.” Yuji swallowed the saliva gathering in his mouth, pressing back against the hardness deliberately once more, to confirm the man was still in fact erect. 

“I can’t help it, baby.” Gojo hissed, hand on Yuji’s thigh clenching down on the flesh, pulling his legs apart slightly, pulling the teen closer, as if it were possible. Like he was asking for more. 

Yuji’s own cock twitched in interest. 

He bit the inside of his cheek. Fuck. This was humiliating. And wrong. A seed of lust and guilt settled into his stomach, his hands gripped the cover tighter. “You can’t?” Yuji whispered. 

“Mmm.” Gojo hummed, lips brushing Yuji’s ear. “You’re just so pretty and muscular. And so eager to please. The perfect little son for me.” 

So the reason Gojo was hard was because Yuji was a… good son? 

It didn’t add up. Did Gojo get off on incest? Not that Yuji himself had any say on whether that was wrong or not, considering the porn he’d watched last night. 

Yuji hummed, in pretend understanding. Like any of it made sense.

“It can be our little secret, my love.” Gojo’s thumb on his thigh began swiping, softly, caressing him. 

A secret? From Yuji’s mom? Or from everybody?  

“This?” Yuji asked. 

“Everything, baby. Last night, this. Whatever else we’ll do that others might find weird.” 

“Surely they find it weird because it’s bad?” Yuji frowned. It didn’t feel bad. It felt good. 

“Because they don’t think it’s good. But, I feel good. Do you feel good, baby?” Gojo’s hand on his thigh moved, sliding up to the teen’s hip. 

Yuji’s dick twitched again, half-erect. 

“Yeah.” Yuji breathed. 

“Then that’s all that matters. Forget what other people think. I feel good. You feel good. We can feel good together, in our special father-son bond.” 

Yuji closed his eyes. 

Gojo was his stepdad. His fatherly figure. Wasn’t it best that he did what he said? He was supposed to know what was best for him. And Gojo had been a great father until now.

Yeah.

If Gojo said it was alright, for them to keep it a secret, their special bond, then it probably was. 

Maybe they could be a little different than other families. Gojo was already different from most stepdad’s. It would be fine. 

Yuji didn’t know when he drifted off to sleep, but he awoke with a hand running through his hair. He sighed, eyes still closed as he let the hand continue. It was warm. He felt nice. “Dad…” He murmured. 

A chuckle.

A light chuckle, certainly not the white haired man he thought was the person touching him. Yuji opened his eyes and relaxed when he was met with his mom’s smiling face. “Mom…” 

“Hey sleepy. We’re going to get dinner at a restaurant. Are you up for it or do you want to sleep some more?” Yuji looked around the room then, at least what he could without turning his head. Kaori was crouched down by the couch, already dressed up for the dinner. Gojo was nowhere to be found. 

Yuji ignored the cold spot behind him, not missing the warmth pressed against him. 

Not at all. 

The 17 year old rubbed his eyes. “Where are you going?” 

“This nice Italian place.” Kaori stopped petting Yuji and slowly stood up, brushing down her skirt in case it got crinkled. 

“Mmm. Do I have to change?” Yuji’s stomach growled. Ah right. He didn’t eat any of the snacks whilst watching the movie either. He really didn’t want to have to put on a suit just to eat dinner. 

“No, baby. You can go like that.” Gojo’s voice nearly made Yuji jump. It came from behind the sofa. Yuji sat upright then, turning his head to see the white haired man, already dressed in a suit. 

Had he been there the entire time? 

Yuji flushed. 

“I can?” 

“Sure. You’re my son. No one is going to say anything, my love.” Gojo grinned. Blinding. 

Yuji nodded and slowly got up. Kaori brushed off the invisible lint on his t-shirt and tugged on the fabric, to straighten it out. He was incredibly underdressed compared to them, but Gojo said it would be okay and he trusted the man. 

Yuji grabbed his phone and slowly followed the pair to the front of the large house, stuffing his feet into a pair of trainers before he grabbed a hoodie off the coat stand. It wasn’t his, far too large. Yuji held up a sleeve and pressed it to his nose. Ah. It was Gojo’s. The man wouldn’t mind, would he? He really didn’t want to take the trek back to his room to grab his own. 

Kaori undid the door and Gojo turned then, to look at the teen. He smiled, patting the pink haired’s back. “Looking good, baby.” 

He’ll take that as approval to continue wearing it then. 

A chauffeur took the family to the Italian restaurant. The Italian restaurant in question was far fancier than Yuji could have predicted. Set in a hotel, with security stationed outside. There was even a valet service, as people walked in and out, dressed up, polished dress shoes, three piece suits and long cocktail dresses. 

The family got out of the car and Yuji looked down at his own clothes. His own casual clothes. Were they even going to be let in? 

Gojo placed a hand on Yuji’s lower back, urging the teen to follow them. The 17 year old kept his gaze on the floor as they continued walking. When they got up to security, a sigh of relief escaped the teen as the man recognised Gojo with a smile. “Ah. Welcome Gojo-sama. We have the top floor reserved for you. Please, come in.” 

Kaori entered first, heading straight for the staircase. Gojo and Yuji followed and Yuji bit his lip as he felt dozens of eyes scrutinise him. It wasn’t until they got to the staircase, that the gazes left and he relaxed. Gojo chuckled next to him. “See?” 

“I’m never going out to dinner with you guys again, if you don’t tell me to dress appropriately.” Yuji hissed, quiet as to not draw attention to them as they walked to a table already set up in the centre of the empty floor. Had Gojo reserved the entire space? Just for a quick dinner? 

Gojo laughed, heartily, at the teen's comment. Yuji took a seat, catching his amused mom’s gaze. “You could have told me to dress up, mom.” He complained, because she was just as at fault as Gojo. 

Kaori chuckled, taking a seat. “But Gojo said it would be fine, sweetie. I want you to be comfortable.” 

Gojo took his seat and held up a hand for a waiter to bring him the menu. It was a circular table, so they were all facing one another. Gojo passed Yuji a menu first, then his mom. 

“I’m anything but comfortable dressed like this here.” Yuji scoffed, eyes glossing over the menu. It was entirely in Italian and last time he checked, he didn’t speak the foreign language. He placed it down, already resigned to asking Gojo to translate, assuming the man knew what the words meant. 

His mom chuckled, looking at the menu with interest, pointing out a few dishes to Gojo. Huh. Was he the only one who didn’t read Italian? 

“Yuji, baby, what do you want?” Gojo placed his menu down, hand already moving to the teen’s thigh. 

Was it a habit now? 

“Uh… I have no idea what any of it means, so choose for me?” Yuji bit his lip and glanced between the pair. 

“Hmm…” Kaori hummed, looking back over the menu. “Knowing you, you’d probably like the osso buco alla milanese, but if you wanted something different, the spaghetti alle vongole?”

Yuji blinked at his mom. Was he supposed to know what either of those dishes were? 

Gojo chuckled and squeezed his thigh. “What she means is, beef or seafood, baby?” 

Yuji licked his lips, nodding, thankful for the man’s simple explanation. “Beef then.” 

Gojo called the waiter over, listing off their dishes and some others, in perfect Italian. 

“And for drinks?” The waiter paused their writing. 

“Have the wine connoisseur pick out a wine for the lady. I’ll take lemon water.” Gojo paused, looking at the teen. “What do you want, my love?” 

Yuji paused, eyes glancing at the menu. He still couldn’t read anything. “Uh… do they have cola?” 

The waiter looked confused for a moment, about to say something but he was cut off by Gojo holding up a hand, gaze not leaving the flushed teen. “They’ll get you a cola, baby.” 

The waiter scribbled down more words and Gojo finally turned his head to the man. “You can find some, can’t you?” 

Ah. So they didn’t have any, at least not on the premises. 

“O-Of course! We’ll get right to it.” The waiter bowed and walked away. 

Yuji let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding and relaxed, now it was just the three of them. Kaori filled Gojo in on her preparations at work for the trip and Yuji sat in silence, looking around the expensive décor. Would it be weird to take a photo to show Nobara? She would love to eat at a place like this… Maybe he’d ask Gojo to take them when his mom left. 

5 minutes later and the server brought out their drinks and what was probably their starters. Yuji didn’t know what any of it was, but he found he was particularly fond of the garlic and tomato bread. He’d have to ask what it was later. Yuji glanced around the room, making sure they were alone before he pulled out his phone. He opened the camera app, snapping a photo of the table first and then turned to take a photo of the rest of the empty tables. 

Kaori sighed. “Sweetheart. Don’t take photos in the middle of dinner.” 

Yuji paused, smile faltering slightly as his hand holding his phone slumped. “Oh. Sorry…” 

“Let him take photos, Kaori. He’s excited to show his friends. It’s cute.” Gojo grinned, patting pink hair before he returned to his food. 

Kaori took a sip of her wine but said nothing more. Yuji shared a knowing glance at the white haired man, a silent thank you, as he returned to his phone, snapping just one more photo, lest he annoy his mother more. 

He would send the photos later. 

A few minutes later the starters were removed and their mains were served. Yuji gawked. So this was osso milan- whatever it was called. He gingerly took a bite, moaning around the fork. It was delicious. Yeah. He’d definitely have to bring his friends here with Gojo, if the man would take them. 

Yuji cast a glance at the 28 year old, eyeing up what he was eating. The white haired looked up then, catching his gaze with a smile. “Want to try some?” 

“What is it?” Yuji placed his fork down as the older man prepared a bite for him. 

“Spinach and ricotta gnudi with a tomato and butter sauce.” 

Yeah. That was entirely lost on the teen. Still, Yuji opened his mouth and let his stepdad feed him, moaning once more at the taste. It was just as good as his own dish. 

“I’m glad you two are getting along so well.” Kaori smiled. 

Yuji swallowed his food and looked at the woman with a meek smile. 

“See? I told you we’d be fine whilst you’re away.” Gojo chuckled, preparing another bite for the teen unprompted. 

Yuji let himself be fed a second time and then glanced at his mother’s dish. “Are you nervous?” 

“Hm? No, honey, I’m rather excited though.” Kaori chuckled, sensing her son’s silent request and holding out her fork for him to try. 

Yuji lent over the table, taking a bite of hers, humming with content. Just as good as the rest. Was all Italian food this good? 

“Chicago is a nice place.” Gojo took a sip of his water. 

Yuji went back to his own food, eating more of it as his parents conversed about different sight seeing spots and what food to try whilst there. Yuji thought about the places he wanted to see. A holiday would be nice. Would Gojo take him on one? He’d never been abroad before. Soon the mains were finished, Yuji’s plate cleared and Gojo’s, as the teen finished off what was left of it. The waiter brought out another menu and Yuji didn’t even bother trying to comprehend what was on it this time, letting the white haired man and his mom rattle off a list of desserts. The desserts were just as nice as the mains and starters, Yuji stuck to his bowl of, what was it called again, gelato? It was basically ice cream but nicer if that was possible. His mom had a simple cake of sorts and Gojo? Well, he had five plates of different desserts and a bowl of gelato. 

“What time are you leaving tomorrow?” Yuji asked, mouth filled with the creamy goodness. 

Kaori looked like she wanted to grimace but she held it back, clearing her throat instead. “At 8am, sweetie.” 

“So early.” Yuji mused. He at least didn’t have school tomorrow, but it still meant he had to wake up early to see her off. “Are we dropping you off at the airport?” 

“The driver is, baby.” Gojo’s hand returned to the teen’s thigh. “We’ll say goodbye at home.” 

Yuji nodded, leg moving closer to the older man, to let him touch his thigh more easily. It felt nice. Comforting. A silent sign of support. He wanted it to stay. 

He like this new family. The new things he was experiencing thanks to Gojo. How did him and his mom meet again? He was curious. He'd probably been told it before, but he couldn't remember the story. "How did you guys meet again?" 

Kaori looked up then, smiling wide. "We had a department meeting and I had to fill in for my manager. He saw your picture on my lock screen and started gushing over you." 

Yuji looked at Gojo then, watching the man smile. "It really is a cute photo of you, Yuji. The rest is history, I asked her out to dinner there and then." 

The 17 year old hummed, nodding in understanding. Was that why Gojo was so attached to him from the get go? Their entire marriage was built upon him existing. 

Alas, their plates were removed and Gojo and Kaori resumed their conversation about the U.S, talking about other local states she could visit on her days off. Yuji zoned out, focused on the warm hand touching him. He moved a hand under the table, brushing it over Gojo’s. He didn’t even realise he was doing it, until the older man’s hand moved off his thigh and grasped his own, holding it for a moment before it gave one final squeeze and moved back onto the table as the waiter brought out their bill. Yuji tried to look over and see just how much the entire thing had cost Gojo. The renting out of the second floor, the food and copious amounts of dessert. Gojo denied him though with a smirk and soft punch to the arm. 

It wasn’t long until Yuji found himself walking back through the front door of the man’s- his home. He stopped by the kitchen for a bottle of water and then hugged his mom. 

“Sweetie?” She cooed. 

“Mm. Won’t be able to hug you for a while.” Yuji whispered, face pressed into her neck. 

She swayed him slowly, lovingly patting his back. “I’ll only be a phone call away, honey.” 

“I know… I’ll miss you, mom.” Yuji sighed, squeezing her waist tightly. 

He hadn’t let himself think too deeply about it the last few days. Too preoccupied with Gojo and their… interesting relationship. But if he was honest with himself, he would really miss her. The longest he’d gone without seeing her was two weeks. Four seemed incredibly long. 

“I’ll miss you more, Yuji.” She whispered back. 

He felt a lump form in his throat, so he removed himself. He wasn't about to cry. He checked the time on his phone, frowning when he realised it was already 11pm. He needed to be up early, to wish her off. “I’ll go to bed now. I love you.” 

“I love you too, sweetie. Sweet dreams.” Kaori caressed his cheek once and then pressed a kiss to his forehead, walking away towards the master bedroom with an exhausted sigh. 

Yuji stuffed his phone into his pocket and walked to his room. He wasn’t actually tired yet, so he didn’t strip off his clothes. Instead, he threw himself onto his plush bed and pulled out his phone. 

He sent the photos of the restaurant and food to the group chat he had with Megumi and Nobara. Nobara didn’t reply, probably already asleep. 'Girls need their beauty sleep!’ She had argued once. Megumi replied though, simple.

Looks good.

Yuji smiled and began typing a response. 

I'll ask Gojo if he can take us next time.

“Yujiiii.” A whine. Gojo’s whine, from his door. 

Yuji looked up from his phone, to see Gojo’s face pressed into the small gap in the door. He smiled. “Gojo?” 

“I’m boooored.” The 28 year old opened the door wider, stepping in before he shut it behind himself, taking wide strides until he flopped down onto the teen’s bed. 

Really. 

Was he actually 28? He acted younger than Yuji sometimes. 

Yuji snorted, amused at the elder’s antics. “Well… Do you want to play something? Fortnite? Call of Duty?” 

Gojo hummed, not moving on the bed for a moment as he no doubt thought about what to do. Yuji ran a hand through white hair, smiling as he realised it was as soft as it looked. 

“Fortnite. Team?” Gojo sat up with a grin. 

“You’re on.” Yuji chuckled, already moving to the couch as the older man moved to the T.V stand, to turn on the Xbox. 

They played for three hours, at some point grabbing snacks from Gojo’s office. It was nice. Relaxing. Yuji had almost forgotten about what happened during the movie earlier on in the day or the night before. 

Gojo was fun to be around. 

Childish in all the right ways as he called out Yuji for not shooting a player in time, making their team lose at the last minute. Yuji scoffed back, arguing that had Gojo been covering his back properly, he wouldn’t have needed to. This resulted in Gojo elbowing him in the side and Yuji retaliating by punching his arm. They fought more, the game left on the lobby screen as they wrestled. It was hardly a fair fight. Despite how strong Yuji was compared to teens his age, he was nothing compared to Gojo, a tall, large man who was incredibly well built. 

Still, Yuji tried defending himself, throwing out a kick and punch here, grappling to dominate instead. When the returning blows turned into tickles at his side, he relented, pleading for the man to stop. “Wait- Please- Gojo- Hahaha- Stop-” 

Gojo didn’t reply, intent on destroying the teen, pushing the pink haired back onto the couch to straddle his hips as he continued his onslaught. “Gojo- I can’t- No!” Yuji screeched, hands coming up to try and defend himself. 

As Gojo continued, Yuji’s hips bucked up, trying to get out and away from the older man. Yuji froze when his groin met Gojo’s ass perfectly, grinding himself into the flesh. Not sensing the teen’s sudden change in behaviour, or not caring, Gojo continued, lifting himself up slightly before he sat back down. 

Yuji couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as his now half-erect cock buried itself into Gojo’s clothes ass. “Dad-”  

Gojo finally stopped. The room was silent aside from their shared laboured breathing. The 28 year old tilted his head, grinding back onto the hardness, before he smirked. “Oh? What’s this, baby?” 

Yuji covered his face with his hands. 

Humiliation lapped at his skin, turning bright pink. “G-Get off me-” 

“Baby.”  Gojo cooed, hands tugging Yuji’s own away from his flushed face. 

Yuji looked up into blue eyes, his cock traitorously twitching. 

Gojo lent down and in an instant warm, glossy lips met Yuji’s. 

Yuji melted into the kiss.

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Was this what kissing felt like? 

What proper kissing, with an adult, felt like? It was nothing like the kisses he shared with his friends. Nothing like he expected. It stole his breath away, made his nerves twitch with excitement. Gojo was warm, so incredibly warm, pressed against him, weight settling down onto the teen, anchoring him down in the moment despite the kiss threatening to drift him off. Yuji’s hands twitched by his head and the older man grabbed them, intertwining their fingers as he tilted his head, pressing his lips against Yuji’s harder. The teen whimpered into it, eyes fluttering closed. 

Breathe. 

He had to breathe. 

Yuji inhaled deeply through his nose, not yet wanting to pull away. 

Gojo’s lips were everything Yuji had imagined and more. Soft, moist. Yuji felt the man’s lips part and then something wet swiped across his lips. Yuji’s mind shut down when he realised it was Gojo’s tongue. He didn’t know what to do. He was new to this. All of this. The kisses he gave Megumi and Nobara were chaste, quick presses. The tongue swiped across his lips once more and Yuji let his instincts guide him. What did they do in porn again? Ah right. He parted his lips slightly and was rewarded with the older man moaning, pressing his body atop the teen’s more, tongue sliding into his mouth. 

Yuji moved his own tongue then, gliding against Gojo’s. It felt good. Incredible. Was this why people kissed all the time? If it was this great every time? Yuji’s cock twitched, hips pressing up into the white haired’s ass. The sensation of Gojo’s tongue rubbing against him sent jolts of electricity down his spine. 

Was this the fireworks all the movies spoke about? 

Yuji gripped Gojo’s hands tighter as the man moved his tongue, exploring the teen’s mouth. He grazed gums, teeth, the underside of his tongue, before he teased the teen’s roof. It tickled, but in the most hedonistic way, cock twitching once more at the feeling. Fuck. Was he going to cum from this alone? Just from being kissed? 

He moaned, muffled by Gojo’s mouth being intertwined with his own. “Mmmmgh-” 

Yuji opened his eyes then, shuddering when his hazel ones locked onto open blue ones. Had Gojo kept his eyes open this entire time? Yuji flushed, chest heaving as he desperately tried to breathe through his nose. He could feel a wetness on the side of his chin, their spit? 

He wanted more.  

A knock on his door made his stomach drop. 

“Yuji?” Kaori. 

Yuji’s eyes widened, hands naturally clenching Gojo’s as he tried to pull away. Gojo followed him, smiling into the kiss before he untangled their tongues and pulled away with a soft sigh. Yuji panted, licking his wet lips nervously. The 28 year old pressed another chaste kiss to the teen’s lips before he slowly slid off the pink haired. 

Yuji watched, stunned, still reeling from kissing his stepdad, as the older man adjusted his clothes, tugging his shirt over the obvious tent in his trousers. Shit. 

Had that made Gojo hard as well? 

The white haired wiped his mouth and chin before walking to the door. He turned his head then, holding up a finger his mouth with a smirk, miming for the teen to stay quiet. Gojo flicked the light off then and slowly opened the door. Just enough to stick his head out. Yuji froze, still laying on the bed, still achingly hard, as the sliver of bright light from the hallway luckily narrowly missed him. 

“He’s just fallen asleep.” Gojo whispered. 

Why was he lying? Why wouldn't he lie? Lest his mom walk in and find Yuji in this state. Kissing the his type in men. Kissing his stepdad.

Yuji looked at the man’s body then, struggling to see in the darkness. 

Gojo did have a good ass. 

He looked away when his mom responded to her husband. “Oh, okay. I was just checking on him since he seemed upset earlier.” 

Gojo sounded surprised. “He did?” 

Kaori hummed quietly. “Yeah, about me leaving. But ah well… I'll let him sleep. Are you going to bed soon? Or are you going to cuddle Yuji all night again?” 

Again?

Yuji blinked, biting his lip. Did Gojo stay in his bed all night last time? After walking in on him?

“I’ll go soon, just going to switch everything off and move him to bed.” 

“Okay.” Kaori whispered back and soon, Gojo was softly closing the door. The 28 year old waited a moment, no doubt for Kaori to be out of the hallway, before he flicked the main light back on. 

The 17 year old squinted at the sudden brightness, slowly sitting up. He didn’t say anything as Gojo crossed the room, sitting back down next to the younger man with a smirk. Gojo broke the silence first. “You better get to sleep soon. We have to see Kaori off in the morning.” 

Yuji hummed. Were they not going to talk about it? 

Stepdads don’t kiss their stepsons like that.  

“Gojo…” Yuji breathed, eyes glancing at the man’s reddened lips. Did he look the same? Was he worse? Still covered in their mixed saliva, still breathless?

Realistically, Yuji should hope the older man called if for what it was; a mistake. A lapse in judgement between the both of them, caught up in the moment. They should never do it again and never talk about it again. They should move on with their lives with each other at an arm's length distance. 

But it felt good.

So so so good. And that was just kissing, what did other things feel like? What would it feel like to touch Gojo’s bare chest? To have his large hands on himself? To feel those lips on his neck? His thighs? His chest? What would Gojo taste like? Would Gojo moan loudly during sex? Or was he quiet? What was Yuji himself like? 

The 17 year old licked his lips, fingers twitching as they rested on his thighs. The teen looked at Gojo’s torso, then his thighs, before he looked back up at the wide smirk on the man’s face. 

Maybe the initial dislike he had towards the man was tension. Just the sexual kind. 

This spelt out another problem though. Gojo was his mom’s husband. Gojo’s probable cheating habit aside, how was Yuji supposed to face his mom, knowing that he fancied Gojo? Knowing that his mom was probably deeply in love with the white haired, unbeknownst of the man’s lecherous nature towards her own son. 

He at least had a month to sort whatever this was. His mom wouldn’t be around and he could figure out Gojo’s motives and his own. 

Gojo’s soft voice and a caress of the teen’s face brought him out of his own mental spiral. “We’ll talk properly tomorrow baby, yeah?” 

Yuji bit his lip. Yeah. Later. Like how they’ll discuss the porn and Gojo watching him orgasm later too. 

God. 

What a humiliating conversion that was going to be. Yuji assumes the older man is waiting until Kaori is gone to address the elephant in the room. The still-hard, aching and wet elephant in Yuji’s pants, that is.

Yuji glanced at the elder’s crotch.

Perhaps the same elephant in his pants too. 

“Yeah, that’s fine… I'll just… Go have a shower…” Yuji slowly slid off the sofa, hunching over to provide himself some dignity, even if that flew out of the window the moment Gojo walked in on him the night before. 

Gojo stood up then and ruffled the teen’s hair with a grin before he walked to the door. “Yuji?” 

“Mm?” Yuji looked up, already walking to the ensuite. 

“I liked that. Kissing you, I mean.” Yuji felt his cock twitch. “I hope you liked it too, my love.” 

The 17 year old made a noise, a mix of a groan and a strangled scream before he cleared his throat. 

Act cool Yuji. 

“Yeah. I liked it too…” Gojo gave him one final smile before he left. 

The pink haired released a slow exhale and slumped against the wall.

Fuck. It was going to be a long month. 

Yuji woke up before his alarm went off, even if he only had three hours of sleep. He did not stay up fisting his dick in the shower, over the way Gojo’s tongue felt against his. 

He grabbed the first t-shirt and shorts he could find before he brushed his teeth and ran across the huge house, to find Gojo and his mom already at the dinner table. Breakfast was already laid out, Kaori’s bags and suitcases being carried out by staff. “Morning.” 

“Good morning, sweetie.” Kaori smiled up at the teen as he shuffled to his usual seat next to Gojo. 

“Have a good sleep, baby?” Gojo smiled at the teen. 

Yuji was blissfully reminded of how those glossy lips felt pressed against his and flushed. He instead busied himself by stuffing food into his mouth, answer to the man muffled. “Yweah- prewwy good.” 

Gojo chuckled and placed a hand on the teen’s thigh. Yuji looked at his mother instead of the hand. “Is traffic bad this morning?” 

“It shouldn’t be too bad.” Kaori shrugged, sipping her coffee. 

“Mm.” Yuji hummed. 

Think of all the fun stuff Gojo would let him do. He could drink. He could stay up really late and play games with the man. He could invite his friends over, take them to pretty restaurants. Yes. The month would fly by and Yuji would have a great time. Kaori would enjoy sightseeing, feast herself silly on all the new American food she could try and come back just fine. Minutes passed and Kaori stood up with her phone alarm going off. Yuji rounded the table and threw his arms around her waist. “You can visit, right?” 

Kaori chuckled, patting the teen’s hair. “I can try. Don’t slack on your grades just because Gojo doesn’t care about them.” 

Yuji pouted and pulled away, sparing a glance at the white haired man who slowly stood up from his place at the table and pressed a chaste kiss to Kaori’s head. “He doesn’t need good grades with my support.” 

Kaori rolled her eyes and jokingly slapped the white haired man’s arm. “Listen to your stepdad for everything but his academic advice, sweetie.” 

Yuji snickered at the way Gojo pouted and rubbed his arm, as if Kaori actually hurt him. “I will.” 

They slowly walked to the front door and Yuji gave Kaori one last hug before she left. “I love you, honey.” She cooed. 

“I love you too, mom.” Yuji grinned. Her and Gojo shared a look, the older man stood behind the teen, and then she opened the door and the pair were alone in the large house. Yuji stared at the closed door for a moment, flinching in surprise when long arms wrapped around his waist. 

“Yuuuji.” Gojo sighed into his ear. 

“Gojo?” Yuji tiled his head, letting the 28 year old hook his head over his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry so much, your mom will return soon enough.” 

“I know. It’s just… the longest she’s ever been gone for.” The 17 year old sighed. 

“You have me, baby.” Gojo pressed a kiss onto the teen’s neck and Yuji half folded at the sensation. 

It tickled. It tingled. 

A jolt of electricity straight down his spine and into his cock. 

Fuck. 

His mom had only just left. Was Gojo doing this on purpose? Crossing boundary after boundary for stepdad and stepson? And for what? Because he missed out on Yuji’s younger years? Because he wanted to be a good dad? No. Dads don’t kiss their sons like that, like they did the night before. 

Then what was it for? Why did he act like this? It couldn't be because he liked Yuji like that, surely? 

Yuji pulled away from the elder's embrace then, lest he get hard again.  Gojo let him go, trailing after the flustered teen with a cackle. Yuji beelined for his room once more, relieved when he realised Gojo wasn’t following him past the living room. He spent the next few hours relaxing, catching up with his friends. A thought hit him then. He probably couldn’t get away with telling Megumi and Nobara that he and Gojo kissed last night. But he could certainly google it. 

He opened up his phone, cringing as he began typing. 

Stepdad kissed me

In an instant thousands of story-times, advice columns and Quora answers flooded the screen. He clicked on the first one, reading it for a moment. Then another and another. He re-read the top answers, over and over again. 

Did it feel gross? Far from it. 

Was he 5 years old, being taken advantage by a paedophile? He was practically an adult already! He’d drank before! He’d watched porn! Gojo wasn't a paedophile. 

Was it grooming? Was that what Gojo was doing? Was Yuji being taken advantage of? It didn’t feel like it though. Gojo was nice, but he was always nice. He was always friendly to people. He was always touchy, in the few times the teen had seen the man interact with other people aside from him and his mom, the man constantly threw an arm over their shoulders or nudged them with his elbow. 

It wasn’t as if Gojo was telling him to touch him with the promise of candy. (The snack cabinet in the man’s office didn’t count.) 

Gojo was bisexual. And he knew that maybe Yuji himself liked men too. What did he say again? Ah right. Gojo didn’t discover it until he was 19. Maybe he was being a good person, man to man, helping Yuji understand his own complicated attraction to the same sex, so he would understand himself better. 

And aside from the kissing incident and the porn incident, when was the man overly touchy? Crossing boundaries? He wasn’t. Gojo was the epitome of a good dad. He was trying his best. He was only 28 years old too. Maybe he didn’t know what he was doing was wrong. 

Maybe Yuji was the one taking things too far. Maybe he was the one taking advantage of Gojo’s kindness. 

Was it really that bad if they kept it a secret? If Yuji wanted it, wanted to kiss Gojo. If he got off on dad-son incest porn in secret. No one would get hurt. He wasn't a child, he could think for himself and Gojo said he liked it. Liked kissing Yuji. 

It was fine. 

The occasional kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it? (Aside form his mother, but alas, he pushed the tiny thought to the back of his mind).

Yuji sighed and locked his phone, eyes darting around his large room before they settled on his desk and the new manga volumes he’d brought with the 28 year old a couple of days earlier. He wouldn’t think about it, their strange relationship. He settled on reading a new manga volume, when a certain white haired man entered. 

“Baby?” 

Yuji placed a bookmark against the page and moved the book to the bedside table. “Yeah?” 

“Can we talk?” Gojo smiled at the teen. 

Oh. 

Yuji’s small smile fell as his stomach dropped at the man’s words. Talk? Were they talking about this now? He hadn’t had time to mentally prepare himself or time to properly mentally process what was going on between them. 

Still, he nodded and patted the space next to him on bed, against his better judgement. Gojo took long, quick strides and Yuji noted the man had changed into something much more casual than the clothes he wore at breakfast earlier on. He was in a simple sweatshirt now and shorts. 

He looked as handsome as ever, the hornier side of Yuji noted. 

The 28 year old sat down, leg pressed up against Yuji’s own. He grinned down at the nervous teen. “You’re not in trouble, my love.” 

“I know I just… It’s weird, isn’t it?” Yuji licked his lips, eyes trained on his fingers, fiddling with the digits. At least, people on the internet thought it was weird for stepdads to kiss their stepsons.

He thought about all the posts he read earlier. The concerned public at a young teen getting taken advantage of. How gross it was, how gross it was supposed to feel. He didn’t feel like that though. 

“Is it?” Gojo tilted his head. The 17 year old looked up then, hazel eyes finding blue ones. 

“Yeah I mean… Isn’t it frowned upon? Kissing like that, between dad and son.” 

Gojo huffed with a chuckle. “We’re not blood related, Yuji. And we can’t get you pregnant either. I don’t see the problem with the occasional kiss.” 

Huh? 

Can’t get him pregnant? 

Just how far were they going in Gojo’s head? 

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Gojo licked his lips and Yuji’s eyes followed the movement. Fuck. He felt flushed again. He gave a hesitant nod. It should be okay to at least be honest about how good it felt, wouldn’t it? At least with the man personally involved. “Then it’s fine. We can keep it our secret. Just our special dad-son bond.” 

“Is it?” Yuji kept his gaze on the man’s mouth, hands gripping his knees as the burn of want started lapping at his insides. He wanted another taste. Would Gojo let him? Or would that be crossing the line? 

“Yes baby. Some dads drink with their sons, some take them fishing. Ours can be this little thing.” Gojo licked his lips once more, slowly, tongue stopping to tease the corner of his lips. 

Was he watching Yuji watch him? 

Could he see how much Yuji wanted to kiss him again?

“We shouldn't kiss anymore?” Yuji moved his eyes back up to blue ones. A question, rather a statement. 

Gojo grinned. 

“Do you want to kiss more?” A large hand moved to Yuji’s thigh then, softly teasing the flesh. Yuji shivered. 

“If it’s just a kiss…” Yuji paused. “Then yeah…” 

Yeah. Dads can kiss their sons. Besides, Yuji was 17, not 7. Sure Gojo was his stepdad but at least he was not his blood-related dad. Sure it was well beyond the scope of a normal, chaste kiss parents give their children, but Gojo said it was okay. His stepdad said it was okay. Shouldn't sons listen to their dads? Step-or otherwise?

And really, when had Gojo been a normal stepdad? What was that quote from mean girls again? He wasn’t a regular dad, he was a cool dad. He was young, hot, rich. He actually wanted to kiss Yuji and fuck, that was the first time someone was interested in him like that. Yuji was a teenage boy. He wanted to kiss someone, wanted to touch them, be touched. Them being a man, a person, as hot as Gojo? He could push the guilt of kissing his mom’s husband to the side for now at least. 

Gojo leaned across then, keeping his hand on the teen’s thigh as his other hand moved to cup tanned cheeks. He swiped his thumb across the flesh once, twice, before Yuji moved first, eager to feel the tingly sensation once more. To be breathless. 

Gojo met him halfway, exhaling slowly through his nose. Yuji tilted his head and closed his eyes, learning from the previous time. He wrapped his arms around the elder's neck, half turning his body on the bed. Yuji was the one to lick at Gojo’s mouth this time, hungry and yearning to feel Gojo’s tongue against his once more. He didn’t want soft, safe chaste kisses from his stepdad. He wanted to be eaten alive by the man, devoured and spat out, like the porn he watched. 

Gojo was letting him, so it couldn’t have been that bad. 

Soon Yuji’s hands moved into white hair, scratching at the rough undercut first, then tangling into softer, longer locks. Yuji whimpered, feeling the burn on his cheeks. “Mmm-” 

Gojo opened his mouth, letting the teen’s tongue in. Yuji was tentative at first, unsure of himself. He swiped across the elder’s gums first before moving his tongue against the other one, letting it grind against the wet flesh slowly, committing the feeling, the raised taste buds, to memory. The 28 year old’s tongue retreated then but before Yuji could protest, he felt a sucking sensation. Gojo sucked on his tongue and Yuji keened, hips bucking up into nothing from the bed.

He was most definitely hard already. 

Gojo pulled off with a grin, Yuji’s eyes fluttered open, half-lidded with his lust. “Dad…” He panted. He didn't even mean to call the man it, but it felt right in the moment. Reminded him of the sinful porn he’d watched. He knew the man liked it too and Yuji wanted to be good to Gojo. Wanted to please the man, be a good son and be kissed more by him. 

“Baby.” Gojo crooned, lips wet with their spit. Yuji tugged on white locks, desperate to bring the man back down for more, whining when Gojo didn’t move. 

“Please-” He pleaded. 

Was Gojo drawing the line there? Was this it? Was this all Yuji was allowed? He felt a punch of disappointment hit him in the stomach, a slap of rejection.

It figured, really. Gojo was an adult, his stepdad. The man had to draw the line somewhere.  

“Come here, sit on daddy’s lap, you’re going to get an achy neck like that, my love.” 

Oh? 

Daddy? 

Yuji blinked, licking his lips as his breathing hitched, slowly registering the older man’s words. His cock twitched. 

Gojo wasn’t rejecting him? 

Gojo was encouraging him? 

The 28 year old man didn’t wait for the teen to move, instead slipping his hands under the teen’s hips, ass cheek in each hand, as he lifted the teen up onto his lap. Yuji settled onto the man’s thighs, knees and shins pressed into the bed. 

“Is this okay?” Yuji pursed his lips, hands still in the older man’s hair. 

Did he mean the position? The kissing? Their relationship? He wasn’t sure himself.

“Perfect, baby. Such a good boy for me, hm?” Gojo smiled. 

Yuji melted at the praise, relaxing onto the man’s lap as the 28 year old sealed their lips again. It wasn't as hungry as the kiss before. It was slow, soft, until Gojo teasingly bit onto the teen’s bottom lip. Had it been 4? 5? Hours since Kaori left? And here Yuji was, already sitting on his stepdad’s lap, kissing the man like he was an oasis in a desert. They pulled away for a brief moment, catching their breath before Yuji sealed their lips again, hands tugging at Gojo’s hair. 

It felt good. 

So so so so good. 

He wanted more. 

Yuji pulled away, whimpering against Gojo’s lips. “Feels s’good.” 

Yuji let himself follow instinct then, pressing a kiss onto the elder’s chin, then jaw. Gojo chuckled. “Yeah baby?” 

“Mmm, yeah. You said it’s okay, right?” The 17 year old moved up the elder’s jaw, pressing another kiss just below the man’s ear. He felt Gojo shiver under him and kissed the area again, rewarded with a hiss. 

“Baby-” 

“Is this okay, dad?” Yuji whispered into the man’s ear. He so desperately wanted reassurance that it was okay, that Gojo was okay with it. 

Gojo had said it could be their special father-son bonding thing, surely it was okay? It was just kissing. That’s all this was. Soft, wet kissing. Sure, Yuji was hard, but that was because he was a hormonal teenager. Gojo wasn’t taking advantage of him like this. It was Yuji asking for it. 

He’d take this to the grave anyways. 

“More than okay, baby.” Gojo groaned, tilting his head back as Yuji continued his trail of butterfly kisses across the man’s neck. He wanted to bite it, to suck on it, to taste Gojo’s skin. Would it be salty? Sweet?

He wouldn’t though. They were just kissing. That’s what he was allowed. 

Gojo’s hands moved then and Yuji realised they were still on his ass, now kneading the flesh, pulling the teen up the older man’s lap, up and up until- 

Oh? 

Oh. 

Gojo was just as hard as Yuji was. 

Yuji could feel it against his own clothed, erect dick. He trust into the feeling, desperate for friction.

“Daddy.” He whimpered into the man’s neck. 

“Baby.” Gojo breathed.

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How far were they going to go? 

Yuji panted against Gojo’s neck, grinding down against the elder’s erection. 

Were they going to have sex? Were they going to recreate the porn Yuji had watched? Was Yuji going to get fucked, beg for more? Or was Yuji going to fuck Gojo instead, tell the man how sweet he feels wrapped around him. 

Yuji was a virgin. A complete and utter virgin, even when it came to kissing before this point. And here he was, sharing his first with his very own stepdad. 

It was wrong. 

But it felt too good to stop. 

He wanted more. Wanted to feel Gojo’s skin against his own. Wanted to be praised more. “D-Daddy…” Yuji moaned, the white haired’s hands kneading his ass cheeks more harshly. “More, please.” 

“What do you want, baby?” Gojo pressed a kiss to the teen’s forehead. 

“Wanna feel you- anything- please-” Yuji tugged on white locks. 

This was way past kissing. 

This was way past anything remotely appropriate. 

Gojo grinned and pushed Yuji’s hips back, forcibly resting the pink haired onto his thighs. Yuji pulled back at that, confusion lacing his features that soon relaxed into interest. Gojo removed a hand from the teen’s ass to tug his own shorts down. Yuji watched as more skin was revealed, inch by inch. White tufts of thick, coarse pubic hair, a trail of softer, finer hair from his belly button exposed as his t-shirt rode up. Fuck. This was a man Yuji was dealing with. Yuji had hair there too. He had gone through puberty- was still probably going through it. But it was much shorter, finer. Nothing like the matureness of Gojo. The difference made him weak at the knees. Would the hair tickle? What did Gojo’s skin smell like down there? Was it musky? Masculine? In an instant, Yuji’s mind filled with all the blowjob porn he’d watched, except instead of the busty blondes, he pictured himself instead, nose nestled into thick white hair. 

Was he a pervert? 

Gojo finally tugged down more and Yuji let out a yelp, hands flinging to the man’s hips to stop himself from sliding off his legs. 

Fuck. 

Gojo was huge.  

Insanely huge. He could have been a porn actor with the size of his cock. 

Yuji didn’t think, reaching into his own pants and shorts, to pull himself out, eyes trained on Gojo’s dick. 

This was fine right? They were just two men, comparing dick sizes. Guys did that all the time. Gojo was young, so even if the man was his stepdad, it wasn’t weird.  

Gojo chuckled and returned his hand to the 17 year old’s ass, pulling the teen back up his lap, cocks inches apart. “Baby.” 

“Dad…” Yuji licked his lips, casting a glance to the elder’s flushed face. Would it be weird? He was curious though. “... can I touch it?” 

“Of course, my love.” The 28 year old sighed, cock twitching. 

It was pretty.

Yuji didn’t even think dicks could be pretty. Yet, as he looked at Gojo’s, that was the only word he could summarise with. Pale at the base, like the rest of him. Tip flushed in a rose colour, matching the man’s cheeks and ears. The slit was wet, a bead of pre-cum pooling and threatening to drip. 

Yuji’s left hand twitched once before he moved it off the man’s hips, tentatively hovering over the length. Would it feel different than his own? The pink haired’s right hand moved then, wrapping around his own length. 

He took a deep breath as his left hand slowly wrapped around the base of Gojo’s length, mirroring the right on his own. It felt different. It was warm, heavy. He gave it a squeeze, testing the feeling. 

“Ngh- baby.” Gojo grunted, hips bucking up into the teen’s hand. 

Yuji looked back up, biting his lip as he slowly moved his hand, stroking the older man’s cock like he would his own, teasing. Gojo’s hands on the younger’s ass pulled then, pulling the pink haired closer, tips brushing. 

Yuji hissed with the sensation, the shared wetness of their pre-cum mixing, glands rubbing against one another. “Baby- more.” The white haired whined. 

Was Yuji causing this? 

Causing Gojo to beg? To look this wrecked? Did he hold that much power over the man? He got Gojo that worked up and horny? 

It felt empowering. Dizzying that he, little 17 year old Yuji, could reduce his stepdad, his rich, hot, powerful stepdad, to a whining mess on his bed, begging for more. 

He sped up his hand. “Does it feel good, dad?” 

“Yes. So good, baby. Just like that.” Gojo threw his head back and panted. 

Yuji licked his lips, eyes desperately committing the image to memory as he continued, his own cock weeping with the need to be touched. “Touch me-” 

“-Yuji-” Gojo moved a hand in an instant, wrapping around the teen’s own length, matching his pace with each stroke. 

“-Daddy-” The 17 year old moaned at the sudden relief, the pleasure building in his core. 

“-Yes- Yes- Just- Fuck, so good baby.” The 28 year old opened his eyes and tilted his head back down, hand moving to smear the pre-cum on Yuji’s tip back down his length. 

Yuji moaned loudly, rewarded with the elder’s cock twitching in his fist. It was too much. Far too much. He was already so close. 

So so close. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck- dad- I’m going to-” Yuji groaned, hips thrusting into the elder’s hand. “It’s my first time- I’m-” 

“It’s okay baby. Give your dad all your firsts, I want them, so badly.” Gojo crooned, tightening his fist. “Cum for me, cum for daddy.” 

It was all Yuji needed, voice loud, echoing around the large room. “Fu- Ah- ck!” 

The 17 year old’s head threw back as he shuddered, toes circling as the nerves in his body fired, pleasure pouring out of him into the white haired’s hand. 

Yuji whimpered as Gojo’s pace continued, stroking him through orgasm, overstimulation borderline painful. In the most hedonistic way. “Ngh- ah- ah- ah- dad- please!”  

“Mmm- so good baby-” Gojo moaned, fucking up into the teen’s fist

Yuji looked up at the older man, leaning across to kiss the man. It was all teeth, ravenous in the heated moment, nothing like the other kisses they shared. He felt the 28 year old shiver under him and then a startling wet, warmth, coating his hand and wrist. Gojo pulled away from the kiss, teeth teasingly tugging at the teen’s bottom lip before he panted against them. “Baby .” 

Yuji pulled his hand away then, bringing the cum coated appendage up to his face. 

Would it be weird? To taste it? 

He was curious. He’d tasted his own- it didn’t really taste like much, but there had to be merit as to why women seemingly loved it, at least in porn. Yuji kept his hazel eyes on blue ones as he tentatively dipped his tongue into the viscous liquid, eyes widening in confusion. Was this all it tasted like? Like his own, not much different. It wasn’t necessarily bad. 

He could swallow it, if he ever sucked Gojo off. 

“Yuji-” Gojo whimpered. 

Yuji reached across the bed, to grab a few tissues from the box on his nightstand so he could clean their hands. Now fully cleaned, the 17 year old relaxed onto the elder’s lap, wrapping his hands around the man’s neck. “More.” 

“You want more, my love?” The 28 year old lazily smirked, wrapping his arms around the teen’s waist. 

“Yeah. ‘Feels so good.” Yuji pressed a kiss onto the elder’s cheek, then his jaw. 

He could become addicted to this. 

The tingly pleasure soaring through his being, the ecstasy of doing something so wrong lapping at his core. 

“What do you want, baby? Want me to fuck you? Want to fuck me? I’ll do whatever you want.” Gojo sighed and kissed the pink haired’s jaw. 

“Either, please. You want all of my firsts, right?” Yuji tilted his head, letting Gojo kiss his neck. 

“Yes baby. I want all of you.” Gojo slowly pushed the teen back, so the 17 year old fell onto the bed. In an instant, Gojo had lowered himself, hot mouth inches away from Yuji’s cock, still hard despite cuming earlier. “You’ll give your dad your firsts, won’t you? Want to be a good son for me.” 

Yuji whimpered, hands tangling into the sheets, hips twitching in anticipation. “Please dad. Give you everything-” 

"-Such a good boy for daddy.”  Gojo praised before he took Yuji’s cock into his mouth, taking it to the base in one fell swoop. 

Yuji’s voice cut off in a choked sob, hips rising off the bed at the sudden heat, the wetness, wrapping around his sensitive dick. It was a foreign feeling, everything too much, too good. Yuji’s hands moved to white locks, tangling his fingers in them before he tugged, desperate to get the man off of him. 

He was going to cum again at this rate. 

“Dad- dad- please- I’m gonna-” 

He felt Gojo moan around him, vibrations jolting through his length. Despite his pleas and tugs, the older man didn’t move off, instead pressing down further, nose nestled into the coarse pink hair at the teen’s base. Yuji felt something then, something closing in and around his tip. 

Was Gojo swallowing around his cock? 

Everything went white then, static buzzing through his every atom, ears ringing as he shouted. “Daddy!” 

Everything went black. 

Yuji awoke with a startle. 

Post nut clarity lapping at his being.

Ah. Is this what it felt like? The sudden nausea, the wave of guilt and self-hatred as to what you were getting off to. He’d heard of people getting it before. He'd seen people complain online that they have to evaluate their lives afterwards. 

Was Yuji having to revaluate his life now? 

Last night was… a lot. 

A lot for a virgin. A lot for a stepdad and stepson. A lot in general. 

Yuji wouldn’t get over this for the rest of his life. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever cum that hard again, either. He wanted to air it out and talk to Gojo about it- about them. But Gojo had already explained it, hadn’t he? He’d already put their relationship down to just… a special bond between them. 

Shit. 

Did Gojo even want to go that far with Yuji? 

Was Gojo a victim? 

Had Yuji pressured the man into doing that? Gojo wanted to be a good dad. Had Yuji ruined that for him? 

Yuji turned in the bed, freezing when his face came to a familiar one. 

Gojo was still sleeping? In his bed? 

Yuji looked down then, only just realising the weight next to him, the warmth pressing against him, the arm hung over his waist. 

Gojo was cuddling him in his sleep? 

The 17 year old relaxed, wrapping an arm over the elder’s waist, pressing his face into the man’s chest. 

It was going to be okay, wasn’t it? 

“Good morning, my love.” 

Yuji froze for a split second before he smiled, looking up at the 28 year old, white hair splayed out into his bed sheets, sleep lining the corners of sky blue eyes. “Good morning, Gojo.” 

“Gojo? I thought it was daddy last night.” Gojo teased, voice hoarse from sleep. 

Yuji snorted and rolled his eyes. This was going to be fine. Why was he worried to begin with? It was Gojo. “I’m not going to call you that ever again.” 

“Baby- please-”  

“Nope.” Yuji huffed and moved to sit up but was stopped by long arms keeping him in place. 

“Yujiiii!” The 28 year old whined, wrapping his arms around the teen’s tighter, crushing the pink haired. 

“I can’t breathe-” Yuji wheezed. 

“Call me daddy then.” 

“No- Gojo-” Yuji choked, hands pushing at the elder’s chest to try and create distance. 

“Daddy.” Gojo growled, wrapping tighter. 

“Dad-” 

“It’s simple, baby. Just call me the correct thing and I’ll let you go, my love.” Gojo sighed. 

It was beginning to hurt now, so Yuji relented, huffing. “Fine! Daddy, please let me go.” 

“Hmm… No. Not until I get good morning kisses.” Gojo chuckled, though his hold relaxed slightly. Still not enough for Yuji to move away, though. 

“How am I supposed to kiss you if I can’t move?” Yuji sighed. 

“Come here.” Gojo slid down the bed, face now parallel with the teens. Yuji looked over the man’s flushed face and snorted before he pressed a slow, wet kiss to the man’s cheek, once, before he pulled away all together, rolling across the bed before he ran over to the ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind himself. 

“Baby! That doesn’t count!” Yuji ignored the muffled complaint and used the toilet, brushing his teeth afterwards. It was then, as Yuji was washing his face, that the white haired man opened the door and walked up to the counter, pressing a kiss onto the back of the teen’s neck. 

Why didn’t any room in this large house have any locks? 

“Your mom landed okay, she got to the apartment last night and has a day off today before her first day.” Gojo opened the bathroom cabinet, shuffling around for a moment before he pulled a spare toothbrush out. Yuji didn’t even remember putting spares in there.  

“That’s good. I’ll probably video call her later tonight.” Yuji hummed, watching the 28 year old brush his teeth. 

This was domestic. 

But not domestic in the familiarity sense. In a lovers way. Were they lovers now? On top of stepdad and stepson? And speaking of Kaori, what would they do when she got back? Go back to pretending they didn’t cum on each other’s hands the very same day she left the country? “Hey, Gojo?” 

“Mm?” The white haired lent over the sink and washed his mouth out before placing the- his toothbrush in the holder next to Yuji’s. Was this going to become a routine thing? 

“Are we… like…” Yuji licked his lips. How did he say this without sounding like a virgin loser whose catching feelings after holding hands for the first time? 

He was. 

But that was beside the point. He needed to act cool. Gojo was cool. He wouldn’t like some snot-nosed, inexperienced teen clinging onto him from the first bit of intimacy. 

But Yuji liked it. Liked touching Gojo. Being touched back. And he wanted more. Needed reassurance that whatever it was they were doing, wasn’t going to stop after that night. Gojo cooed and turned around, pulling the pink haired into his arms. “Baby.” 

“Like…Are we doing this? Like, regularly, now? You want this?” Yuji’s voice was muffled as his face was pressed into the elder’s chest, a large hand on the back of his head. 

“Do you want to? Did you like it?” Gojo spoke quietly, softly, swaying them on their feet slowly. It was relaxing. Comforting. Dad-like despite the topic of their conversation. 

“Yeah, of course I liked it. Gojo you’re-” Yuji stopped the word vomit, coughing to hide his embarrassment. “-Anyways. I want to. I want more. But mom is going to come back…” 

“We’ll deal with Kaori when the time comes, my love. For now, we can just continue being us.” 

“Us?” Yuji looked up, locking gaze with the older man. 

“Yeah. The super hot, rich stepdad and his really pretty, gorgeous stepson. Daddy and baby.” Gojo chuckled. 

Yuji flushed at the compliment. “Won’t the staff be bothered, if you’re so touchy in front of them?” 

“They know better, baby. Now then! Shall we go to another restaurant for dinner tonight?” 

Yuji giggled at the sudden change in tone, walking back to his bedroom, stepdad in tow. He picked up his phone, looking over the group chat for a moment, a suggestion to go to the cinema (and no doubt hold Nobara’s shopping bags). “Ah, sure! Megumi and Nobara and I were planning on seeing a movie at 5 though.” 

The teen sent a quick text to his friends, confirming that he’d come too. 

“Hmm?” Gojo hooked his head over the teen’s shoulder, no doubt looking over the messages. “We can bring your friends too, if you want.” 

“Really?” Yuji perked up at that. He really wanted to let Nobara try that Italian place. “If they say yes, can we go back to the same place as before?” 

“They have a three month waiting list. But for you, baby, I’ll make it happen.” Gojo chuckled and pressed a chaste kiss to the teen’s neck, watching as the pink haired excitedly typed out an invitation to his friends. 

Their replies came quickly, confirming they’d go and Yuji cheered, excited at the prospect already. His eyes fleeted to the time at the corner of his phone and he shrieked. “It’s already 1pm? Ah! I’m going to be late!” 

“Go get ready. I’ll drive you.” Gojo removed himself from the teen then, walking out of the bedroom. 

In half an hour, Yuji was washed and dressed. Despite knowing he’d be going to such a luxurious restaurant later, he still dressed casually for his friends. Gojo said it was fine last time, it should be fine to go underdressed again, wouldn’t it? 

Gojo drove the teen to the shopping district in another fancy sports car, a Porsche this time. “Bring a proper car to dinner, dad, we need to have more than two seats to fit them in.” Yuji chuckled as he undid his seat belt. 

The 28 year old removed his hand from the younger’s thigh, a habit, with a hum. “I’ll bring the Bentley, then.” 

Yuji rolled his eyes as he opened the door. “Sure sure. Can you just buy, like, a Toyota or something.” 

“If that’s what you want, my love.” Gojo slapped the teen’s ass as the pink haired hopped off the seat, sticking his tongue out at his stepdad as he shut the door behind him, rushing off to the café he was meeting his friends at. 

They were already seated when Yuji finally arrived in a hurry, quickly placing his order at the counter before he took the buzzer to the booth. “Hey!” 

“You’re late.” Nobara drawled. 

“Sorry sorry! I slept in and the estate is really far.” Yuji rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. 

“Driver brought you?” Megumi hummed, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Nah, Da- Gojo did.” Yuji felt his cheeks warm. 

“Oh yeah, where are we getting dinner?” Nobara raised an eyebrow. 

“Some fancy Italian place. He said it had a three month wait list but… He can pull some strings to get us in. Don’t worry about being underdressed either, I went in shorts and a hoodie last time and they were fine with it.” Yuji smiled. 

“Dude…” Nobara’s mouth gaped. “Is your stepdad like a conglomerate or something?” 

“Something like that.” Yuji shrugged. Megumi snorted at the calm reaction.

Yuji’s buzzer went then and the teen busied himself getting his drink. When he slid back into the booth, he wrapped his hands around the cup and glanced between the pair. 

Was it weird to bring it up? 

But he hated hiding things from his friends. And if he was being honest, he needed outside input on what was going on.

The internet was proving useless. “Hey guys, I need your advice.” 

“If this is about Gojo walking in on you jerking off again-” Megumi sighed and frowned. 

“-Again?” Nobara gasped. 

“-It hasn’t happened again, no that’s not what this is about- well- it is slightly-” Yuji fumbled with his words. 

“Get on with it already.” Megumi drawled, rolling his eyes. 

Yuji licked his lips. “So uh… I found out Gojo’s bisexual.” 

“And you are as well.” Norbara rolled her eyes. “Old news.” 

Yuji’s mouth fell open. Should he be offended? “Hey-” 

“So what, he’s bisexual. You’re bisexual. What’s the problem with that? Did you suck him off or something?” Megumi sighed. 

“Well… He sucked me off.” Yuji bit his lip.

“Huh?” “Eh?”

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Silence 

A pin dropping could be heard within the group. Yuji gulped and glanced between the pair sitting opposite him. “Guys?” The pair stared at Yuji, faces filled with a mixture of horror and confusion. The 17 year old tried again. “Guys? Is it that bad?” 

“Yes.” “Mhm.” 

“But it felt good. Too good actually, I passed out-” Nobara reached across the table and slapped a hand over the pink haired’s mouth, shutting him up mid sentence. 

“So… He’s a creep?” The brown haired girl concluded with a nod. Megumi hummed in agreement. 

“He is not a creep-” Yuji pulled away from her hand, frowning. 

“-He is such a creep.” The black haired interrupted. 

Yuji huffed, collapsing back onto his seat, casting a glance to the otherwise empty café. “I was the one who asked for it.” 

“You asked your stepdad to suck you off?” Megumi grimaced. 

“Yeah- Not really- But like-” Yuji fumbled, trying to find the least criminating words to explain his situation. “Can I just lay it out from the beginning? All of this? What’s gone on?” 

“I don’t see how that’s gonna make you asking Gojo- your stepdad, to suck you off, any better, but sure, go off.” Nobara rolled her eyes, sipping her drink.

The pink haired teen sighed, licking his lips. “Right. So… we were talking about women right? And how he’d leave the house when I wanted to bring a girl over?” Yuji waited for the pair to nod before he continued. “Well, we started talking about how I don’t have any girls to bring over. Then one thing led to another and we started talking about kissing and I told him I’d kissed you-” Yuji looked at Nobara then, who grimaced. 

“-Ew. Don’t remind me.” She cringed. 

“-And I was telling him how I didn’t feel anything with it. Then we started talking about me liking guys instead and I explained I’d kissed you-” Yuji looked at Megumi who rolled his eyes. “-But also said I didn’t feel anything then… so he kissed my palm and I asked if I felt anything then.” 

“Right…” Megumi sighed. 

“Then the day after, the whole… porn incident happened.” Yuji sighed, a wave of embarrassment washing over him at just remembering what had happened. “And the following day we were watching a movie, cuddling on the sofa-”

“-You cuddle whilst watching movies?” Nobara raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah? Don’t you guys?” Yuji tilted his head. 

He had no scope of what was and wasn’t appropriate for fathers to do with their sons, but he remembered cuddling up to Kaori when he was younger, it couldn’t have been that weird, could it? 

By the look of disgust on Megumi’s face, it seemed it was in fact, that peculiar. 

“Anyways-” Yuji continued, taking another sip of his drink. “-We started talking about the incident and he was… reassuring me that he didn’t think it was weird.” 

“Why would it be weird?” Megumi raised an eyebrow. “Embarrassing sure… but weird?” 

Yuji licked his lips. “Uh… cause… I was kinda watching… dad-son porn… and he heard…” 

Nobara shrieked and Megumi facepalmed. 

“What the fuck-” “Dude-” 

“Hear me out! Hear me out!” Yuji pleaded, eyes wide. “It’s just… I got curious cause the kiss on my hand felt good- and we happened to discuss whether my type in men was like my taste in women-” 

“Tall, light haired women with big asses.” Nobara sighed.

“Right. And well… One thing led to another on the usual site and I stumbled onto a porn video that happened to… have a guy that looked just like… that.” Yuji gulped. 

“Like Gojo?” Megumi grimaced. 

“Yeah! It just happened to be dad-son themed- I swear-” 

“Mhm.” Nobara hummed, clearly not believing a single word of the pink haired. 

“Just get this over with, how did talking about your weird porn preferences turn into Gojo sucking you off.” Megumi rolled his eyes. 

“Right. Well. Uh… he kinda got hard whilst we were cuddling…” Yuji licked his lips, remembering the feeling, the hardness pressed up against him. “Anyways- he said it can’t be that weird since he was, you know, towards me…” 

“Creep.” Nobara scoffed. The black haired teen sighed, nodding in agreement. 

Yuji ignored it, continuing. “Well, that night we were play-fighting and… ended up kissing. Well… More like making out. But yeah. Mom nearly caught us too-” 

“Oh my god. You’re the other side of the affair your stepdad is having-” Nobara groaned. 

“-Yeah- but like-” Yuji hummed, eyebrows knitted in thought. Yeah. He couldn’t defend that one. “Well mom left yesterday morning and we talked.” 

“About how wrong it was and how you'll never do it again, right?” Megumi drawled. 

“Eh? Not exactly? Well- we talked about it but like- I liked it. Kissing him I mean. And he liked kissing me too-” 

“Fucking hell…” Nobara cursed. 

“-But it’s not like I’m a victim or anything! I’m 17- not like, 5 or something like the Quora answers said-” 

“-You googled this shit? What the fuck?” Megumi gaped. 

Yuji’s eyes darted around the room, shame cascading over his very being. “Yeah, I did. And it’s not like that. Cheating on mom aside-” Nobara snorted. “-Gojo is bisexual. And I probably am too. And… what did he say again… ah! That’s right! It’s no surprise we’re like, compatible or something, since my mom and I share the same DNA or something?” 

“That’s absolutely not how it works.” Megumi groaned. 

“It isn't?” Yuji tilted his head. “So what, you don’t think Tsumiki is hot?” 

“Absolutely not dude- what the fuck?” Megumi hissed in disgust. 

“Well… I don’t know then. Either way, one thing led to another and we kinda made out again… and then… did some more…” Yuji would leave out the part where they jerked each other off. 

He didn’t want Megumi and Nobara to hate Gojo, if they didn’t already. 

But really. Yuji was 17. He wasn't a child. He could at least understand that what they were doing was wrong, and still choose to do it. And it wasn’t like Gojo was some creepy, ugly, old 50 year old man, leeching after his wife’s son. 

He was a rich, hot, 28 year old man, leeching after his wife’s son instead. 

That made it fine, right? 

“What’s your mom going to do if she finds out?” Nobara drawled, fingers tapping on the wooden table. 

“She won’t.” Yuji shrugged. 

“Huh?” “Eh?” 

“What? We’ll just… keep it a secret.” 

“I’m… not sure that’s how it works, but sure.” Nobara rolled her eyes. 

“I mean, I kinda promised Gojo I'd keep it a secret so I don’t even think I should be even telling you guys, but it felt weird not to. Don’t let him know I told you, please-” Yuji pressed his hands together, eyes closed as he pleaded. 

“And that settles it on Gojo’s creepiness. But sure. I don’t exactly feel like getting you in trouble or anything…” The brown haired girl sighed. 

“Mmm. But you have to promise to tell another adult- or like a teacher or something- if he does anything you don’t like.” Megumi nodded. 

Yuji didn’t think that would ever be a possibility, but he grinned and nodded. “Thanks!” 

The rest of the day went normally, despite the awkward admission at the café. The trio watched the movie and soon found themselves waiting outside the theatre for Gojo to pick them up for dinner. 

“You promised guys, remember?” Yuji looked over at the pair, who nodded as a familiar beige Bentley pulled to a stop, window rolled down. 

“I’m here to pick up uh… Yuji and his friends?” Gojo teased, head poked out of the window. 

The pink haired teen grinned as he crossed the car to the passenger seat at the front, waiting for the pair to follow suit and get into the back seats. “Thanks for taking us, dad.” 

“Don’t sweat it, my love.” Gojo patted pink hair. “Hi guys! You enjoy the movie?” Gojo looked back at the pair, grinning. 

Nobara nodded. “It was pretty good.” 

“Tell me in advance next time and I can rent out the theatre for you all.” Gojo chuckled, turning back around to pull away. A large hand moved to the pink haired’s thigh and Yuji sighed, relaxing into the familiarity of it as he looked out of the window. 

“You can do that?” The brown haired girl gasped excitedly. 

“Of course! A friend of Yuji’s is important to me. I’ll help you guys with whatever you want.” Gojo hummed. 

“That’s awfully kind of you, Gojo.” Megumi drawled. 

Yuji’s gaze moved to the rear-view mirror, just as Gojo’s did. He watched Gojo lock eyes with the black haired teen, the 28 year old’s grin faltering for a split second before it grew. “Why wouldn’t I be? He’s my son after all.” 

The hold on Yuji’s thigh tightened for a moment before it relaxed. 

Megumi hummed and Yuji watched in the mirror as he turned his head to look out of the window. 

Eh? 

Was it going to be this awkward and tense the entire dinner? 

Nobara perked up then, leaning up against the back of Gojo’s seat, to enquire about the restaurant and what other rich-people things he could arrange for the trio. Yuji moved a hand, placing over the elder’s on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles onto the appendage. 

The journey passed in a blur and before Yuji knew it, Gojo was passing the keys to his luxurious car to a valet and walking the teen trio past a long line of puzzled and disgruntled guests, guided back up to the upstairs floor. Yuji looked over at the white haired man as a waiter placed the menus on the table, noting the man’s casual dress for the evening. Did he only wear suits around his mom and at work? 

The four sat down and Gojo explained each of the dishes, more so to the brown haired girl than to Megumi and Yuji, letting her choose a handful of different dishes, just for a taste. 

“You guys, let's take some pictures! That’ll be fine, won’t it Gojo?” Nobara moved away from the table then, phone ready in her hand. 

Yuji looked at the 28 year old, silently asking for permission. 

“Go ahead, baby. Kaori’s not here to tell you off this time.” Gojo chuckled at the pink haired, sipping his glass of water. 

“Come on!” Nobara tugged on Yuji’s arm, pulling Megumi up by the back of his t-shirt so they could take photos by the window. Yuji laughed as Megumi was forced to entertain her ideas, posing in various ways for all the different shots- photos she promised would only ever go onto her private story, aside from the ones where she actually looked cute. Those would be uploaded as bragging rights to her timeline. 

Yuji looked away from her unplanned photoshoot as he felt a lingering gaze burn his skin, hazel eyes catching with blue ones across the large, yet empty dining room. 

Gojo grinned at him, mouthing ‘You look cute’. The pink haired chuckled, feeling a warmth bloom on his cheeks. 

‘Thank you’. Yuji mouthed back, barely managing to respond before he was tugged back to take more photos. It was only when the food was brought out, that Nobara relented and the trio sat back down. 

They were on their third or fourth course, Yuji had lost count with how much Nobara had ordered, when the pink haired teen choked on his bite of a meatball at Megumi’s spectacular choice of question. 

“Does Yuji’s mom know you’re bisexual?” 

Yuji kicked the black haired teen under the table, eyes wide as he forcibly swallowed the mouthful of food. Nobara didn’t say anything, but glanced between Megumi and Gojo, intrigued. 

The 28 year old tilted his head, a small smirk tugging at his glossy lips. “Oh? And who might have told you that information?” 

“Megumi…” Yuji hissed under his breath. 

He wouldn’t, would he? 

“It’s fine!” Gojo chirped, shrugging. “She does, yes.” 

Yuji looked at the white haired man, biting his lip anxiously. Was Gojo going to be angry? For spilling that piece of information to his friends? 

Gojo didn’t look at him, blue eyes trained on the black haired of the group, but a familiar hand found its way onto Yuji’s thigh, kneading the flesh. 

“And she’s okay with you being this… close with Yuji?” Megumi drawled. 

The hand on Yuji’s thigh froze before it was removed, moving to the table to instead pick up the glass of water, swirling the liquid as the eldest of the four chuckled. “Why wouldn’t she be? Wouldn’t every mother want their husband to be close with their son?” 

“I don’t think my dad would be particularly fond if I was that close with my stepmom.” Megumi shrugged, eating another mouthful of food. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m Yuji’s stepdad then, isn’t it?” Gojo licked his lips. 

“Ah right! She’s in Chicago for a month isn’t she? What’s it like? Haven’t you been there a bunch?” Nobara perked up. 

God. 

If it wasn’t gross, Yuji could kiss her for changing the subject like that. 

“It’s great! Maybe once you’ve all graduated, I could take you all on a trip there.” Gojo grinned. 

Yuji relaxed as the conversation flowed from there on, sparing only a small, shared glance with Megumi. Gojo paid once more, without letting anyone see the no doubt extortionate amount and soon the group found themselves back in the beige Bentley, dropping off Megumi and Nobara at the nearest train station. 

Once alone in the car, Yuji looked at the 28 year old. “Gojo?” 

Gojo didn’t respond. 

He tried again. 

“Dad?” 

“Hm?” Gojo hummed, eyes on the road. He hadn’t grabbed Yuji’s thigh this time. 

It was tense. Awkward. Was Gojo mad? 

God. 

Yuji was going to kill Megumi for the stunt he pulled. 

“Are you mad?” Yuji’s voice was quiet. 

Gojo only hummed in response. 

So he was indeed mad.

Upset.

Annoyed maybe. 

It made sense. 

Yuji had promised to keep a secret- only to break said promise and have Gojo be confronted about it. 

Would he stop touching Yuji now? Would he stop kissing him? 

Yuji bit his lip as he looked out of the passenger window, silent and tense for the rest of the car ride home. 

When they finally arrived back at the estate, Gojo called for the housekeeper in the entryway. 

“You can go early. Thank you.” Gojo smiled at the housekeeper, waiting as she gathered her things. Yuji waited a few steps ahead of the white haired man, smiling at the woman as she left. 

The door clicked shut. 

Yuji licked his lips, heart racing in anticipation. The tension he’d felt the entire car ride now tenfold, a blanket of Gojo’s stare weighted against his neck, hairs standing on edge. 

“Yuji, baby.” Gojo sighed. 

Yuji shivered, a warm breath against the back of his neck. “Mm?” 

Play cool Yuji. 

“What happened to keeping this little thing of ours a secret?” Gojo’s words were quiet, a whisper into the teen’s neck. 

“Was I not supposed to tell my friends?” Yuji bit his lip, fingers tugging on the hem of his hoodie, eyes locked onto the grey hardwood floors of the entryway. 

“But daddy will get in trouble with the other adults if they tell anyone. You don’t want us to stop, do you?” The 28 year old pressed a kiss onto the pink haired’s neck. 

He hadn’t thought about that. Was what they were doing even legal?

Probably not.

In society's eyes, Yuji was a victim. He didn’t feel like one though. And his friends knew that. “They wouldn’t-” 

In an instant, Yuji was pushed forward, large hands on the teen’s waist, his face pushed flush to the wall. “Baby… You’ve disappointed me. You know what happens to bad boys who don’t listen to their dads?” 

Yuji’s stomach dropped, a tingle of excitement down his spine, into his core. “What?” 

“They get punished, my love.” Gojo chuckled. 

“Are you going to ground me, dad?” Yuji tried not to whimper, but Gojo was pressing up against him then, blue eyes fixed on hazel ones, large hands near bruising against Yuji’s waist. 

“No baby. I think a more hands-on approach is far better, don’t you?” 

Yuji’s cock twitched in interest. 

Was this going where he thought it was? Was Gojo going to punish him sexually?

God. Yuji sure hoped so.

The 17 year old’s mind flooded with different scenarios then, from all the porn he’d watched. Except instead of women, he saw himself at Gojo’s feet, sucking the man’s cock. Being bent over the man’s thighs and being spanked. Being fucked over the kitchen counter and talked down to. 

Fuck. 

None of what he imagined could have prepared him for what the older man told him to do though. 

“Come sit on my lap on the sofa and we’ll facetime your mom, okay?” Gojo grinned and pulled away from the teen. 

Yuji relaxed, slumped against the wall, confusion apparent on his features. “Huh? That’s it?” 

Gojo exhaled sharply through his nose, no doubt holding back a snicker at the younger’s confusion. 

“Calling my mom? Whilst sitting on your lap?” Yuji repeated. 

“Yes.” Gojo licked his lips, walking towards the living room. Yuji followed, light on his feet now the threat of a serious punishment was off the table. 

“That’s hardly a punishment. I was going to call her anyway.” Yuji hummed, watching the white haired set his phone down on the coffee table before he took a seat in the centre of the plush sofa, arms spread across the backrest. 

Gojo shrugged, grin morphing into a smirk, blue eyes cascading down the younger’s body. “Strip your bottoms, baby.” 

Yuji blinked. 

“Huh?” Did he hear that correctly? Strip? His bottoms? 

He flushed bright pink in an instant. 

“You heard me. Strip. Keep your hoodie on though, don’t want Kaori getting suspicious do you?” Gojo tilted his head. 

Oh? Oh. Was this where it was going? 

Yuji thought he should be alarmed, at the idea of being on call to his own mother whilst Gojo did… whatever it was he wanted to do to Yuji's naked lower half. 

His cock only twitched, half erect. 

Was it the humiliation? Was that Gojo’s punishment? 

Yuji bit his lip and nodded, clumsily hooking his thumbs into his jeans and pants, pulling them off in one motion, letting the fabric pool at his ankles. He shivered with the sudden exposure, cock erect, tip already wet with want.  

“Good boy.” Gojo crooned, patting his lap. “Now come here, baby.” 

Yuji liked being praised by Gojo, a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock at the elder’s words. Wordlessly, Yuji stepped out of his clothes and took a few strides over to the white haired man, eyes glancing between the man’s thighs and his face. 

He tentatively squatted down then, sideways, onto the man’s thighs. 

He’d already been in Gojo’s lap before, in an arguably more compromising situation, what with them kissing and all. Yet, something about being so exposed made the situation he was currently in, so much more embarrassing. So much more real.  

Gojo’s hands were on him in an instant, warm against his exposed skin, gently rubbing down the teen’s thighs, as if they were just testing the waters, testing the feel of Yuji under his palms. It was teasing, pleasing in a way. “Here’s what’s going to happen, baby.” 

Yuji nodded, waiting for the elder to continue explaining. 

“You’re going to hold my phone for us, making sure to not let Kaori see what’s going on. I’m going to touch you and you’re going to try your very best not to cum, okay?” Gojo pressed a kiss onto the teen’s neck, just below his ear. 

Shit. 

How quickly were things going to escalate? Yuji had his first proper kiss 48 hours ago. His first handjob, first blowjob- not that he remembered much of it- 24 hours ago. He told Gojo he wanted more. The man was clearly one to follow up on his promises. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay what, princess?” 

Princess? 

Oh. 

Yuji liked that too. 

“Yes, daddy.” Yuji licked his lips, thighs twitching in anticipation. 

“If you’re good and don’t cum, I’ll give you a reward.” Gojo sighed, manhandling the teen in his lap. Yuji was moved to sit forwards, back pressed against the elder’s chest. 

Gojo was hard underneath Yuji’s ass. 

He gave a test wiggle, feeling the warmth and hardness press up into him, like it did when they cuddled on the sofa whilst watching the movie. “Yuji.” Gojo hissed under his breath, hands on the teen's hip to still him. 

Was this getting Gojo off? 

“Gojo.” Yuji teased, trying to wiggle again, to no avail. 

“God- I can’t wait to fuck you properly.” Gojo sighed, spreading the teens thighs apart. “Now then. Phone.” 

Yuji licked his lips and lent over, picking up the man’s phone. “Code?” 

“20, 03, 03.” Gojo replied. 

Huh?

Yuji’s birthday? 

Just how far did Gojo’s liking for Yuji go? 

Yuji pushed the thought aside and entered the code, opening the man’s messages, eyes widening when he took in the lack of texts between him and his mother. It was simple stuff, what time are you getting back, what time did she land. There were significantly more photos of himself being shared between the two. 

Nothing like a married couple, at least, what Yuji thought married couples texts should look like. 

“Baby.” Gojo urged the teen on. 

Yuji sighed, resigning himself to fate as he pressed on his mothers name and then the facetime button. He waited with a held breath as the camera opened, showing his own face, Gojo’s just behind. 

A few moments passed, and then Kaori answered. 

“Hi mom!” Yuji chirped. 

“Oh! Hi sweetie!” Kaori greeted back. 

Yuji tensed as Gojo’s hands teased his thighs, cock still hard and leaking. 

Yuji looked at himself on the screen. His cheeks were flushed, but there wasn’t anything that could give it away. 

Good. 

He could do this. 

“How’s Chicago?” Yuji asked, licking his lips as one of Gojo’s hands wrapped around his cock. 

They were really doing this, huh? 

“Oh it’s wonderful, honey. You should come visit at some point. The team greeted me at the airport when I landed and have been really nice so far, too.” Kaori sighed, showing the pair the view outside of the apartment window, at the bustling, foreign city below. 

“I’m glad. I told them to play nice for you.” Gojo chuckled and hooked his head over the 17 year old’s shoulder. His hand started moving then, thumb smearing the build up of pre-cum back down the rest of his length. 

Yuji bit his lip, pleasure from the friction shooting to his core, the thrill of being caught making his nerves vibrate. 

“I could live here forever, you know? Maybe we should move out here and emigrate.” Kaori sighed, sitting down. 

Yuji took a deep breath through his nose, humming instead of speaking. He’d probably accidently moan if he tried. 

Gojo continued stroking the teen, increasing the speed. Yuji’s hips flexed up and he moved the phone to one hand, so his other hand could grab the elder’s forearm. “We’d have to wait until Yuji is finished with his studies first, but you could always stay there in the meantime.” 

“You wouldn’t join me?” Kaori teased. 

“Ah, but he’ll be lonely, won’t you, baby?” Gojo tilted his head, eyes catching Yuji’s on the phone screen. 

Yuji swallowed the thick saliva forming in the back of his throat, forcing the whimper threatening to fall from his lips down. “Mmn- yeah-” He sighed, breathless. “-yeah- I’d stay here with Gojo and study for now.” 

“Of course, sweetheart. You haven't slacked off on your studies just yet have you?” 

Yuji whined then, half from his mom’s nagging, half from the orgasm slowly but surely building in his gut. “Mom!”  

“What?” Kaori gasped. 

“It’s-” Yuji panted, licking his lips to stop another whine or moan, his hips rutting up into the elder’s fist, chasing his orgasm. “It’s still only Sunday- I haven’t even been back to school yet-” 

“-Mm, it’s fine. Yuji’s a good boy, aren’t you?” Gojo cooed. 

The 17 year old bit his lip, nodding. 

God he was close.

So so so close. 

He couldn’t cum.

Gojo didn’t want him to.

That was the entire point, wasn’t it? 

Yuji dug his nails into Gojo’s arm, turning his head to look into the man’s eyes directly, silently pleading for him to stop. 

“Are you okay, honey? You’re all flushed and quiet.” Kaori sounded concerned. 

No. 

No no no no. 

Yuji whimpered as he felt the first twitch, the first sign of his oncoming orgasm. 

He was going to- in front of his mom- Gojo was going to-

Just as quickly as the build up came, it teetered off into nothingness.

Gojo’s hand paused, wrapped around the base of his cock, tightly, cooing over the teen. “Our little baby isn’t feeling well. Do you have a fever?” 

Yuji closed his eyes, nodding as he pressed his face into the elder’s neck, half desperate to get away from the call, from his mom, half desperate to get the 28 year old to continue, to cum. 

“Oh sweetheart. I’ll let you guys go then. We can catch up another time.” 

“Okay. You wanna say goodbye baby?” Gojo pressed a kiss onto the teen’s head. 

Yuji took a deep breath, yelping when Gojo’s hand moved once more to wrap around his wet tip. “B- fuck- bye mom!” 

The 17 year old had never ended a call so fast.

Yuji collapsed back against the elder’s chest, exhaling slowly as he flung the man’s phone to the other sofa. 

“Did so well baby.” 

Yuji groaned, sitting up as Gojo’s hand around his cock began moving again. “Dad-” 

“It’s okay baby. You can cum now. Daddy’s got you.” Gojo sat forward, wrapping an arm round the younger’s waist, chest flush against the teen’s back as he hooked his head back over the teen’s shoulder. 

“Shit- Ah- dad-” Yuji panted, head rolling backwards as his eyes closed, toes curling. 

“Yes… Yes yes yes- So good baby. Doing so well for me.” Gojo praised, hand working faster, thumb teasing the tip with each upward stroke. 

Yuji tensed as his orgasm built back up, already so close to the edge before Gojo paused. His thighs shook as his hips attempted to rise up into the hand, still held down by Gojo’s crushing hold on his waist. “Dad- Dad- Dad- I’m-” 

“That’s it baby. Good boy-” Gojo cooed. 

Yuji felt the first droplet of warm cum leave him first, before the sudden burst of pleasure shot down his cock and into his spine, nerves twitching as more cum escaped him into the elder’s hand. Yuji choked on a sob, body vibrating. “Ngh- Fu- ah!”  

Gojo still stroked the teen through his orgasm, warm cum spread back down his length as he cooed between chaste kisses on the teen’s clammy neck. “Mmm. Did so good for me baby.” 

“Daddy- please- '' Yuji whimpered, eyes flinging open as he jolted off, away from the man’s chest, hands desperately clinging to the cum covered one still wrapped around his spent, sensitive dick. 

Gojo chuckled behind him, hand still sadistically moving. 

Yuji vibrated with the overstimulation, tears filling his eyes as he turned his head and stared into blue ones. “Daddy please-” 

“You were a bad boy, Yuji, telling other people what I did to you.” Gojo sighed. 

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry- I-” 

“-I’ll get in trouble, baby. You don’t want me to be in trouble, do you?” Gojo continued. 

“No. No daddy-” Yuji sobbed, chest heaving. 

He was going to pass out- or die- maybe both- it was just all too much. 

“We have to keep it a secret baby. Your friends can’t know. Your mom can’t know.” 

Yuji’s mind thought about the answers he’d seen online. The idea that Gojo was grooming him, making Yuji keep it a secret. Knowing that not only was Gojo an adult, but also married to Yuji’s own mother. Touching up his stepson, kissing him.

It was wrong. What they were doing. 

But Yuji liked it. Liked doing it. Liked the wrongness of it all. Liked seeing Gojo happy. If keeping it a secret from the world would let them continue, Yuji would keep it buried next to his soul, taking it to the grave. 

“I’ll do anything dad- please-” Yuji begged. 

“Yeah? Anything for me?” Gojo crooned. 

“Yes- yes yes- anything for you-” Yuji sobbed.

Finally, Gojo relented, hand slowly coming to a halt. Yuji almost cried with relief. 

“Kiss me, baby.” 

Yuji turned in the man’s lap, facing the elder so they could kiss properly, hands around his neck. It was soft at first and Yuji relaxed. Gojo’s cum covered hand rubbed against Yuji's hoodie first, no doubt cleaning the spend onto the fabric, before both hands found the teen’s hips, rubbing the flesh soothingly. 

Yuji was the one to lick the other’s lips first, asking for more. 

Gojo gave him more. 

The 28 year old sighed through his nose, parting his lips and letting the younger’s tongue in. Yuji knew how to kiss properly now, tongue sliding against Gojo’s before it retreated, teasingly biting the elder’s bottom lip before he pulled away. 

Gojo moved his hands and hoisted the teen up and off of his lap, sitting the 17 year old back down onto the sofa directly before he stood up.

“Are you going to pass out again if I try to give you your reward now, baby?” Gojo chuckled, running a hand through damp pink locks. 

Yuji panted, relaxed back on the sofa, cock still hard despite cuming. Was it because Gojo teased him through it? The 17 year old reached down to his own dick then, giving it a test tug. “No. I can still continue.” 

It was a lot.

But he was determined to not pass out this time. 

The first time had been a lot too.

But if it was Gojo sucking him off again, Yuji thought he would at least be prepared for the feeling, this time. He’d force himself to get through it. He wanted it. 

“Okay.” Gojo grinned. “Arms up, my love.” 

Yuji lifted his arms, belatedly realising the elder was trying to remove his hoodie and t-shirt. The clothes were removed and flung to the floor. Yuji relaxed back onto the sofa, watching as the white haired man stripped quickly before he moved and got onto the teen’s lap, knees digging into the sofa on either side of the teen’s hips. “Gojo?” Yuji raised an eyebrow, feeling his skin warm once again at the position. 

“You know how you told me I could have all of your firsts, baby?” Gojo sighed, his left hand reaching behind him as his right hand found Yuji’s chest, squeezing the teen’s pec teasingly. 

Huh? 

Yuji blinked, cock twitching in interest. “Yeah?” 

“Well. I figured we could get this one out of the way.” Gojo panted. 

Yuji watched, entranced, unbelieving, as the 28 year old bent forwards a little, left arm moving, Gojo’s eyebrows knitted together as he moaned.

Loudly.

“Mmn.” 

Clang

Yuji’s eyes darted to the cause of the noise. 

His heart stopped when he locked eyes with the cause. 

Huh? 

That looked awfully like a butt plug. Too much like one.

Was it one? 

Yuji glanced back up, to meet Gojo’s grinning, flushed face. “Dad-” 

“You’ll be a good boy and fuck me. This time, at least.” 

Yuji whimpered, hands moving to hold onto Gojo’s long thighs, a desperate grasp onto reality. Was he dreaming? Was this really happening? 

“Dad- Was that-” Yuji stammered, brain short circuiting. 

“Yes.” Gojo sighed, left arm still moving. 

Was he fingering himself? 

“You went to dinner with that in you-” Yuji hissed, in disbelief. Had he died and gone to heaven instead? 

“Of course, my love. Been planning this for a while- I can’t fuck you without you knowing what I’ll feel like, fucking you.” Gojo chuckled, voice borderline whimpering as he moved his left arm, holding up his hand. His wet hand, three digits shiny, covered in a clear substance.

A while? Exactly how long had Gojo planned to fuck Yuji? To let the teen fuck him?  

Since they first kissed? Since he’d walked in on Yuji cuming? Since they’d first met? Or since Gojo had first seen the teen on his mom’s phone? 

Gojo held the wet digits up to Yuji’s mouth, eyebrows raised. 

Was he asking Yuji to lick them clean? 

The 17 year old opened his mouth, letting the elder slip them in. 

They tasted weird, like chemicals with a hint of sweetness, still, Yuji persisted, wrapping his lips around them, spurred on by the elder’s reaction, eyes fluttering with a hiss. A glance down to Gojo’s weeping, erect cock, was enough motivation for Yuji to suck on the digits, swallowing the mix of what must have been lube and his own saliva. “Fuck, baby, can’t wait for you to suck my dick one day, just like this.” 

Yuji whimpered around the man’s fingers at the admission, his own cock tingling with the need for release once more. Gojo pulled his fingers back then, placing them on the teen’s shoulder as he moved up the younger’s lap. 

Distantly, Yuji’s more logical side screamed at him. They were doing such a sinful thing. 

His cock still ached though. 

And Gojo looked so good.

Yuji held his breath as Gojo’s right hand moved off of his chest and wrapped around the base of his cock, ass hovering over the tip for a moment before he lowered himself down. Yuji’s toes curled as the tip caught on something wet and warm, hands twitching on the elder’s thighs. “Dad-” 

Yuji’s vision went as the wet warmth suddenly engulfed the rest of his length, blinking back tears as he looked over the 28 year old. “Ngh- Ah- fuck- It’s been a while-” Gojo moaned, hand on the teen’s shoulder gripping harder, nails digging into the flesh as his ass cheeks finally met Yuji’s hips. 

Fuck. 

Yuji let out a strangled, almost pained moan as the warmth around his cock grew tighter. “Haagh- daddy-” 

“Doing so good for me baby.” Gojo breathed, cheeks and chest flushed, breathing laboured. “Filling me up so well.” 

Yuji nodded, unable to form words at the onslaught of pleasure. 

It was unlike anything he’d ever known- better than anything he’d ever known- better than even Gojo’s mouth. 

He understood how guys came in mere seconds, if sex with a woman felt anything close to what this felt like. 

Gojo moved then, his right hand joining his left on the 17 year old’s shoulder, thighs flexing under Yuji’s clammy palms, ass rising up to Yuji’s tip before it came crashing back down. Warm, wet, tight walls caressed every nerve on Yuji’s dick, pleasuring him to a degree he didn’t even know was possible, slow, torturous. “Daddy- daddy-” The pink haired panted. 

Gojo continued to move, slow at first, hands moving to tangle long fingers into Yuji’s hair, eyebrows knitted as he moaned. “Mmm- yeah- so good baby.” 

It was no good. Yuji wasn't going to last at this rate. 

“Dad- I can’t-” 

“You can, baby. You’ll be a good boy for daddy, won’t you?” Gojo breathed, still slowly riding the teen. 

“Kiss me- kiss me please-” Anything. Anything to distract him from the almost painful pleasure wrapped around his cock. 

Gojo leant forward, crashing their lips together, Yuji’s tongue already out to enter the man’s mouth to rub against his. They kissed for a moment, all teeth, ravenous, until Gojo pulled away, moaning as he sped up. “Shit- look so adorable like this baby.” 

Yuji’s hands moved from the man’s thighs, grabbing a hold onto the man’s hips instead, eyes focused on the elder’s face. 

“Can’t wait to fuck you, Yuji. Can’t wait to see you all ruined for me.” 

Yuji nodded, biting his lip. 

“You’ll look so good on my cock, baby. Take it so prettily won’t you?” Gojo groaned, tilting his head back. 

Yuji leant forward, pressing kisses onto the man’s neck. He moaned into the warm, sweaty skin, hands gripping Gojo’s hips harder, desperate for the man to move quicker. “Please- daddy-” 

“What do you want, baby?” The white haired panted, slowly coming to a halt. Yuji’s thighs twitched, his hips bucked up, aching to feel Gojo move around his cock once again. 

A thought popped into the teens head then. “Let me- let me fuck you, please, please-”  

Gojo cooed and ran his hands through pink hair. “Oh baby, you want to fuck me properly? Want to try it?” 

Yuji’s eye fell half lidded with lust as he looked up at Gojo’s face, at his sadistic smirk. “Yes- yes yes yes yes please- I’ll be good- I'll be so good to you dad-”

“-Hmmm…” Gojo tilted his head, humming in thought. “...Are you going to promise to keep what we do a secret, baby? You don’t want to be taken away from me do you?” 

Yuji whimpered at the mere thought alone, of no longer living with Gojo, no longer being touched by him, no longer getting to feel this other-worldly pleasure. “No- I won’t tell anyone- I’ll keep it a secret daddy- I’ll be good- I’ll be a good boy- please I’m so close-” 

The 28 year old chuckled at Yuji’s desperation, tugging on pink locks to expose the teen’s neck. Gojo lent down, softly biting the flesh. The pain sent a jolt of electrifying ecstasy straight down Yuji’s already sensitive cock, twitching in the tight warmth. “Ah-Fuck-”

“-Yuji-”

“-Dad-” Yuji moaned. 

“-Come- ah- come fuck me then-” Gojo groaned. 

Yuji didn’t need to be given permission more than once, jumping up and pushing the older man back onto the sofa. Gojo brought his legs up, folding himself in half to let Yuji’s smaller frame bend over him, face tucked into the elder’s neck. Yuji let instinct take over, drawing his hips back slowly at first, then pushing back in with force. 

Again. 

And again. 

Yuji’s eyes screwed shut, mouth parted as he moaned with each thrust, hands still on Gojo’s hips, keeping him still, chasing his own pleasure. “Dad- dad- dad- dad- ah- daddy-”  

The pink haired could feel the sweat forming on his forehead, the drool slowly but surely pooling from his mouth as he kept it open, lifting his head up to look into bright blue eyes. 

Fuck. 

Gojo looked so pretty like this. 

So flushed, so debauched. 

Yuji himself probably didn’t look any better. 

Still, he wanted more. Wanted to make Gojo feel good. Wanted to prove to the man he was good, he could make Gojo cum. To be given a chance to do this again.  

The 17 year old slowed in his thrusts, choosing to instead lean back, experimentally changing the angle. Do guys have preferred angles? The teen moved a hand off of the elder’s hips, wrapping it around Gojo’s large, warm, wet cock, tugging on it in time with his shallow thrusts. 

He was rewarded with Gojo arching his back, hands flinging to the younger’s wrist. “Baby-”

“-Wanna make you feel good- teach me- please-” Yuji panted. 

“Deeper baby.” Gojo moaned, licking his lips.

Deeper? Yuji moved closer on his knees, pushing his cock into the tight wet warmth, still moving slowly, but bottoming out with each thrust. 

Gojo hissed. “Yes, just like that. So good.” 

Yuji whimpered, looking over the elder’s body. Does this count as losing his virginity? It was like nothing he imagined. He wasn’t fucking some tall blonde woman. Wasn’t in his bed or a random love hotel, wasn’t drunk. He was fucking a man comically bigger than himself, on the sofa, his stepdad no less. 

It might have been better than anything he’d ever thought. 

Yuji sped up, still fucking just a deeply, changing the angle slightly. 

Gojo clamped his legs up around the teen’s arms and waist then, a loud moan echoing around the large living room. “Fu-ah-ck! Baby- Right there-” 

Men did have a preferred angle. And it seemed Yuji had just found it.

Yuji prided himself on being a quick learner, pulling back and thrusting in, aiming for the same spot. 

“Yes!”  

He’d found it. 

The warmth- Gojo’s ass hole- tightened around his sensitive cock, almost painfully so. Yuji forced himself to fuck through it, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm, getting closer and closer to the edge with each movement. 

“Daddy- Daddy- So close-” Yuji moaned, eyes trained on the elder’s face contorted with pleasure. 

“Yes baby- so good for me-” Gojo twitched in Yuji’s hand, still moving in time with his thrusts. 

Yuji lost himself in the pleasure, a warm haze buzzing through his nerves, mouth hung open, drooling as he babbled. “Feels so good daddy- love it so much- love you so much-” 

“Love you too baby- love you so much- my- ah fuck- my perfect baby boy-” 

Yuji shuddered with the first wave of his orgasm, hips faltering in their rhythm as the first rope of cum left him. “Dad- dad- daddy-” 

“Keep going baby- Daddy’s so close-” Gojo whimpered, hands clutching onto the plush sofa. 

Yuji nodded, a strangled moan escaping him as he forced himself to continue fucking the older man through his own orgasm, warm cum aiding his glide as he fucked it back into 28 year old. “Ngh-ah!” 

“Fuck- fuck- fuck- yes baby yes- I’m gonna-” Yuji felt the man tighten around him first, then the warm globs of cum pooled into his hand. 

The 17 year old whined at the overstimulation, the painful tightness around his spent and softening cock. “Daddy!” 

“I love you so much, baby.” Gojo panted, arms moving off the sofa, up to the teen’s neck, pulling the pink haired down. 

“I love you too, dad.” Yuji breathed, exhausted. 

He let Gojo bring their lips together, softly, lovingly kissing. The cum in Yuji’s hand quickly cooled, his own now-limp cock slipping out of Gojo’s warm hole, tingling with the sudden cool air hitting it. Yuji collapsed onto the man’s chest, face pressed into the man’s pecs as his eyes closed, exhausted. He barely had time to register falling asleep, to register Gojo’s arms wrapping around his back, a hand running through his matted pink hair lovingly. 

He felt comforted. Satiated. Satisfied in a way he hadn’t known was possible until now.

He felt like home.  

Megumi and Nobara’s concern popped into his head then. 

They were wrong.  

Gojo cared for him. Looked after him. He was a good man, a good dad. Yuji always felt safe with the man. Always felt warm. Always felt loved.

“I love you, dad…” Yuji mumbled, drifting off. 

“I love you too, baby.”

Chapter Text

A week had passed since that night. 

7 days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 

Not that Yuji had been counting or anything. 

Yuji was a changed man now. 

He’d lost his virginity. To his step dad no less. 

It was hot. It was everything he’d thought and more. They hadn’t had sex again since that night. Hell, they’d barely even kissed or fooled around. Part of Yuji was insecure about it. Was he not good enough? Hadn’t Gojo enjoyed it? Was the older man disappointed in him? Okay. Maybe it was more than a part of him that was insecure about the entire ordeal. But he didn’t want to ask. If he asked, he’d hear the truth that maybe Gojo was disgusted with him. Yuji had spent most of the week hauled up in his room or at Megumi’s place if he wasn’t at school. He thought Gojo would cling to him like before but surprisingly, the man had left the teen to it. It was Sunday again, a whole week since his mother had left for Chicago and the pair sat eating dinner at the dining table. They sat opposite one another, unlike before. Yuji missed the warm hand that would normally be latched onto his thigh. 

“How was your little shopping trip today?” Gojo mused, bright blue eyes peering into hazel ones. 

Had he told the man he had gone shopping that day? 

“Uh… it went well. Thank you for the card again.” Yuji smiled sheepishly. His stepdad had given the teen a spending card a few days prior.  He hadn’t asked how much was on it- he didn’t want to give himself a heart attack. 

“I’m glad. Shall we call your mother tonight?”

The teen’s hand paused from where it played with his food, eyes widening as a thought crossed his mind. “Can-can we watch something together instead? Or like… play a game?” 

Did he sound desperate?

He was desperate though. His stepdad had been all over him ever since he was first introduced to the man, and then the moment he needed him the most, the moment his mother had left him for the first time, the man had distanced himself. 

“Of course baby.” The 28 year old smiled. 

“Thanks… dad.” Yuji smiled back at the older man. “I’ll wash up first.” 

“Okay my love. I’ll wait in your room.” Gojo stood up, ruffling the 17 year old’s hair as he left, no doubt to busy himself with something before coming to the teens bedroom. 

Yuji quickly shoved the last of his food down and then hurried to his ensuite. He showered in record time, not realising his mistake until he opened the bathroom door, cold draft causing the water on his skin to cool. 

Hazel eyes locked onto blue ones. 

Yuji shivered. 

He’d forgotten to bring a towel in with him, clothes crumpled into a ball that he attempted to cover himself with. “Did you forget a towel baby?” Gojo mused from his spot on the couch, facing the T.V and bathroom door. 

“Yeah…” Yuji breathed before he licked his lips. He was naked under the man’s gaze, but he felt more exposed than ever under such a gaze. A hungry gaze. 

The pink haired took a tentative step forward, feet sinking into the plush carpet of his bedroom he’d grown to call home. Another step. One more. Then his wrist was grabbed by a large, pale hand and he was pulled down. 

Yuji landed in Gojo’s lap with a startled yelp. “D-Dad!” 

“Baby…” Gojo sighed, hooking his head over the younger’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around a tanned waist. Yuji tried to keep his clothes over his lap, to hide how just being this close to his stepdad after so long, affected him. “Daddy’s been stressed this week.” 

Yuji swallowed the saliva gathering in the back of his throat, chest heaving. “Over what?” 

“You.” Gojo chuckled, the deep rumble from the man’s throat tickling the teen’s shoulder. 

Yuji’s brows furrowed in confusion at first, then a frown formed on his face in understanding. Oh. Did Gojo regret what they did? Was he that bad and inexperienced? It made sense. What jaw-dropping gorgeous man, with all the riches in the world, would like his virgin-ass? 

“Nothing is going how I planned at all. It’s frustrating.” Gojo pressed a chaste kiss onto Yuji’s shoulder. 

“I-I’m sorry…” Yuji whispered, shame swirling into his core. 

“Why are you apologising, my love?” Gojo sounded confused. 

Why would the man be confused? Wasn’t it obvious? 

“I mean… I’m not experienced and- and- probably not very good- you probably didn’t like it and- I’ve probably made you feel like you had to touch me even if you didn’t want it- oh god- did I force you? I-” Yuji couldn’t help the word vomit from pouring out of his mouth, the unease that had been steadily growing in his being the past week. 

His words were cut short by a shrill of laughter. 

Huh? 

“D-Dad?” Yuji blinked, swallowing the lump in his throat he hadn’t even realised had formed. 

“Oh Yuji.” Gojo sighed, arms wrapping around the teen’s waist tighter. “Yuji, Yuji, Yuji. What should I do with you, hm?” 

The 17 year old himself was confused at this point. “Uh… “ His mind scrambled for the most appropriate course of action. At least, according to google. “I’ll apologise and we’ll never touch each other like that again and keep our distance?” 

“That’s no good, baby.” Gojo chuckled, pressing another, longer kiss onto the teen’s shoulder blade. 

The pink haired made a noise of confusion. Was it not good enough? “Then I’ll move out as soon as I turn 18-”

“You’re not going anywhere, Yuji.” Gojo almost growled, nails digging into tanned flesh. “Not after I spent so long so carefully getting you.” 

What did that even mean? 

“Baby. I think you’re gravely mistaken about something here.” The 28 year old chuckled. “From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were going to be mine.”

Huh? Yuji half turned in the man’s lap, to see the man’s face. “Gojo-” 

“Daddy. Call me daddy.” Gojo was stern with his command, though his face was still soft, a small smirk played on his lips. 

“Daddy-” The 17 year old corrected himself. 

“-Yes. Good boy. Just like that.” Gojo half moaned, half sighed, his eyelids fluttering closed for a brief moment, like he was savouring the teens words. “Was I a bad daddy and leave you alone for too long?” 

Did Gojo mean the distance he’d created between them in the past week? 

Yuji flushed, turning back in the man's lap. How did he respond to that question?

Yes.

Yes he had felt bad about it.

But he didn’t want to be needy.  

“Oh baby…” Gojo cooed. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He reassured. “I’ve just spent so long getting you… I don’t wanna scare you off.” 

“How would you scare me off?” Yuji wanted to scoff, but he restrained. 

“I’m a perverted, sick man, Yuji.” Gojo moved a hand off the teen’s waist, instead using the appendage to turn the pink haired’s head. Yuji watched Gojo’s eyes slowly cascade over his own features before settling on his lips. “I want to do things no stepdad should want to do to their son. And worst yet, I enjoy the fact I legally own you all the more thrilling.” 

Was Gojo saying what Yuji thought he was saying? He… got off on their relationship? Was that really what the man was implying? Saying? He liked the fact he was Yuji’s stepdad? He… got off to it? “You… like being my stepdad? Even if we do… this?”  

“Yes Yuji. I like being the dirty old bastard that gets to take all your firsts.” The 28 year old chuckled. 

“So you didn’t hate it?” Yuji felt his cheeks warm, licking his lips, nervous for the man’s response. 

“I loved it, baby. Loved every second of it. And I need to control myself from doing too much too quickly, otherwise I could hurt you.” 

The 17 year old’s heart skipped a beat before it began racing. “You want to do more with me?” 

“I thought I made that much obvious.” Gojo raised an eyebrow. 

“Show me then.” 

Was Yuji shooting himself in the foot here? 

“Show you?” The white haired man tilted his head in question. 

The teen licked his lips and then nodded his head as best as he could with the older man’s hand still holding his jaw. “Show me… how much you want me… want this.” 

Was this wrong? Gojo had quite clearly admitted that he was a bad person that did in fact have ulterior motives for… being so close to Yuji. He didn’t even want to think about the implications such an admission had on his mother’s and Gojo’s relationship and marriage. But it was a simple fact that Gojo wanted Yuji. At least sexually. 

And who was Yuji to refuse? 

The hottest man he’d probably ever seen? The same man that had opened Yuji’s eyes to his own sexuality? The same man that had touched Yuji and let him finally know what true pleasure was? Yuji should be thankful the man has a… fetish of some sorts towards incest. Even better, Gojo was just his stepdad. Yuji could push his complicated feelings towards his mothers marriage to the man aside, at least until she came back from Chicago. 

It felt nice to be wanted by someone for once. To have so much attention on him. To be fawned over and praised. Besides, Yuji wasn’t a child. He was mature for his age, he wasn’t like other teenagers his age.  Gojo had said it when they first met. So Gojo didn’t view him as some child ripe for exploitation. Gojo probably saw him as more of an equal, just another man he had… attraction for. 

Gojo was offering… Yuji would be dumb to refuse. 

“You asked for this Yuji.” Gojo grinned as his hands cupped the pink haired’s ass, turning the teen in his lap so the younger man could face him. 

“I did.” Yuji licked his lips in anticipation, discarding the crumpled clothes to the floor, hiking himself up on Gojo’s lap. 

The white haired man was hard beneath Yuji’s ass. 

“You can’t tell people what I’m going to do to you. I’ll get in trouble. And then I won’t get to do it again.” Gojo’s voice was deep, yet quiet, vibrating into Yuji’s very core. 

“And what is it you’re going to do to me, dad?” Yuji felt himself tremble. 

“Ruin you, my love.” 

Yuji dove in first, lips crashing against Gojo’s. The pink haired teen moaned, his hands clung onto the older man’s sweater, desperately clinging onto reality, to keep himself in the moment and stay grounded. 

He was kissing Gojo again. 

His stepdad still wanted him. 

Gojo slid his tongue against Yuji’s lips and the teen let him in, let the man have everything he wanted and more. The 28 year old squeezed the younger’s ass, pulling the teen down and against him, hips raising to grind against him. 

It was dizzying, kissing Gojo, Yuji concluded then.

In the handful of times they had kissed like this, the teen was always left feeling like everything in the world had tilted on its axis, leaving him to float. The pink haired attempted to pull away, to breathe but Gojo moved a hand to the back of Yuji’s head, keeping the younger man in place. 

Yuji whimpered into the open kiss, the now familiar feeling of saliva escaping their mouths and drooling over his jaw. Gojo’s hand on the back of the younger’s head slid upwards to his crown, long fingers intertwining with pink locks as they tugged, pulling Yuji’s head back. 

“D-Dad-“ Yuji panted, chest heaving for more air as his head was held by the hold on his hair. It stung, but it was as if each hair follicle sent jolts of pleasure to his core. Yuji’s hips rocked forwards, cock hard and weeping, moving with each small tug of the older man’s hand on his head. 

Fuck. 

He could probably cum just from his hair being pulled. 

“You look good like this, baby.” Gojo spoke into Yuji’s ear directly, licking the lobe before he trailed butterfly kisses down the teen’s neck. “So pliant and good for me, aren’t you?” 

“Mm- yes-“ Yuji moaned, eyes closing as he felt the older man bite down onto his collar bone. 

He didn’t take himself for a masochist, but there was something different when Gojo was the one inflicting pain. Equally painful as it was pleasurable. 

“You’re a good boy for daddy. Let me do whatever I want to you, don’t you?” Gojo pressed a kiss to the same spot he’d just bitten and Yuji opened his eyes just in time to see the man admiring the mark he’d probably left. 

“I will- anything for you daddy-“ Yuji tried to nod in agreement, but Gojo’s hand kept his head in place. 

“Good.” Gojo pulled away, his hand slid through the pink locks he’d just tugged on, gently soothing the teen's scalp for a moment before he pressed a kiss onto the younger’s forehead. “Lay on your back for me, princess.” 

Yuji could feel the flush on himself grow with such a simple sign of affection, almost getting caught up in the moment, until the elder’s command finally computed in his mind. 

He wanted to please Gojo. 

With the older man’s help, the pink haired laid back on the sofa, suddenly conscious of the difference in their state of undress. His own cock heavy against his stomach, a string of precum connecting the two. 

The teen was unsure of the elders intentions, eyes wide and brimming with curiosity as the white haired undone his belt and trousers, slipping the clothing off just enough for the man’s cock to be freed. 

Yuji looked at it again, at how pretty it was, how Gojo had let the thick coarse hair grow since he’d last seen it. He looked so mature. So grown and adult like that, Gojo’s dick hung heavy, straight into the space between them, too heavy to stand upright from the sheer size. 

Yuji gulped. 

He’d fucked Gojo last week. Was it his turn now? Only… Gojo was far bigger. Would he even be able to take such a thing without tearing? How did he even take it? He’d seen anal porn plenty of times. It was even his preferred category. But he’d never seen or read about the prep work that went into those women taking huge cocks there.  

Perhaps sensing the teen’s apprehension, Gojo chuckled as he clasped a hand around Yuji’s left ankle, bringing the appendage up, pressing a chaste kiss to the flesh there. “I won’t fuck you just yet, baby, don’t worry.” 

Yuji let out a long exhale, a breath he didn’t even know he was holding onto. Half in relief, half in disappointment. “You won’t?” He managed to respond. 

Gojo hummed in agreement as he pressed another kiss to the sole of the teen’s foot. “I could. But I’d rather take my time with it. Slowly get you prepared for it. Watch you fall apart with my fingers first, see how well you can take me in other ways.” Another kiss, to the top of his foot. “Watch you cry and beg for my cock. Then and only then, will I put it where it belongs.”   

Yuji whimpered, leg twitching as the white haired pressed a kiss onto his big toe, once twice, before he moved to press a kiss on the ball of the teen’s foot. Gojo grabbed the 17 year old’s other ankle with his free hand, pulling it up to the man’s shoulders. Was this going where Yuji thought it was?

It felt odd. Ticklish at first. Gojo’s tongue slid up the sole of the teens foot before it settled between his big toe and the others. Gojo moaned loudly, eyes fluttering closed as his lips wrapped around the digit, hips and cock rutting into the space between them. 

“D-Dad-“ Yuji breathed, the warmth enveloping his toe suddenly growing tighter as the white haired man began to suck. 

It sent jolts of pleasure straight to Yuji’s cock. Fuck- he didn’t even know such a thing could.

Gojo pulled off with an audible pop, groaning as large hands on the teens ankles guided tanned feet to the elder’s weeping cock. “Such pretty feet, baby. Gonna let me use them?” 

“Use them?” Yuji whispered, chest heaving in anticipation, the lewdness of it all. 

“Yes, my love. You’ll be good and let daddy fuck them, won’t you princess?” Gojo panted, eyes wide, maniac as Yuji’s feet were pulled closer, pads brushing the sticky wetness between.

Did Yuji turn him on that much? 

“Yes. Please… daddy…” Yuji groaned, arching his back off the sofa, to better watch what Gojo was going to do. His cock twitched as he felt the stickiness, the velvety smoothness of the man’s dick between his feet glide slowly at first. His feet felt so cold compared to the warmth between them, though they quickly warmed as the white haired sped up. 

Gojo let his head hang backwards, jaw hung open as he loudly moaned, voice echoing in the otherwise quiet room. “Fuuuck-”  

It was so sinful. 

Though the feeling itself wasn’t that stimulating for Yuji, just the sight alone was enough. Hearing Gojo enjoy himself, lose himself to pleasure, that he himself was causing. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck- Yuji-” Gojo whimpered, hips thrusting into the teen’s feet. The white haired brought his head back up, blue eyes looking down at what he was doing to the teen’s feet. 

He looked feral almost. 

His eyes wide, like he was trying to take everything in and commit it to memory. His mouth hung open, drool dripping, though a shadow of a grin remained. His eyes moved up then, latching onto Yuji’s own. 

Yuji trembled under the ravenous gaze. 

“So good baby. So good for me.” Gojo panted. “So perfect for me.” 

“Daddy…” Yuji breathed. His own cock ached terribly, heavy against his stomach. “Dad- please-”

“What does my baby want?” Gojo licked his lips, hips coming to a stop. 

“Anything- please- need you so bad-” Yuji sobbed, cock twitching as Gojo released the teens ankles, leaning over the younger man. 

The 28 year old kissed the teen, all tongue, biting the younger’s lip before he pulled away again. Yuji let out a strangled moan as he felt Gojo finally touch his dick. “Ngh- Ahh! Dad-”  

“Yeah? Does it feel good baby?” Gojo’s eyes stayed on Yuji’s face, watching each tiny change in expression as he experimented with each stroke. 

“So good-” Yuji’s chest heaved. The 17 year old ran his hands through white locks, forcing his hips to stay still and not give in to the need to thrust up into the elder’s fist. “Ah- fuck- daddy-”  

“Gonna get you off just like this, when I fuck you, baby.” Gojo spoke quietly into the teen’s ear. “Then when you cum, I’m gonna use it to finger you. Only gonna put one finger in at a time to slowly stretch you out until you’re crying for more.” 

Gojo’s hand moved off the pink haired’s cock, fingers swiping into the small pool of precum on the teen’s stomach. Yuji trembled when he felt the man’s hand move, sticky fingertips rubbing against his asshole. 

Was Gojo going to finger him? 

Yuji spread his legs further apart, to give the man more room. 

“Good boy.” Gojo praised the teen, fingers slowly, softly teasing the tight ring of muscle. 

Yuji bit his lip, eyes half-lidded at the new sensations he was feeling. The new pleasure, ass hole twitching under such soft touches, an ache deep within he didn’t even know he could feel. “Mmmn- Dad-” 

“Remember how good it felt to fuck me, Yuji?” Gojo licked his lips as Yuji nodded. “You’re going to feel so much better wrapped around me, my love.” 

How was that even possible? 

“You’re so tight… untouched… Gonna have to stretch you really well to fit me. You can take it, can’t you baby?” The 28 year old licked a stripe up the pink haired’s neck. “Gonna let daddy violate you? Mess up your insides?” 

“Nnn-ah- yes-yes-yes-” Yuji lewdly moaned, head thrown back. 

“I can’t wait to feel you from the inside.” Gojo groaned, pushing a fingertip closer, barely catching on the rim. “It’s where you belong, Yuji. Around my cock. Gonna keep you there all day.” 

“Yes- yes yes yes-” Yuji whined, cock twitching as he felt the older man slowly press a second finger closer, barely past the ring of muscles, teasing.  

“Wanted to do this to you since I first saw you, Yuji.” Gojo’s thumb moved, teasing the teen’s balls as his fingers continued to rub at the hole, slowly but surely getting the muscle to relax, letting his fingers get closer and closer to entering. “Knew you would be a good little slut for me, let me do anything I wanted to you.” 

Yuji’s toes curled, nerves thrumming with anticipation and pleasure. “Daddy please-”  

“What do you want, princess?” The white haired man chuckled. 

“Put it in- Fuck - Fuck me please-” Yuji begged, grinding his hips back against the fingers, trying to get the man to finally enter him. 

“Oh baby.” Gojo cooed. The fingers at Yuji’s entrance left him and Yuji was about to protest, but his voice caught in the back of his throat as the same hand was held up to the teen’s mouth. 

He’d done this before. Yuji opened his mouth, taking the elder’s long fingers in, swiping his tongue across the digits, covering them in spit as best he could. Gojo pulled his hand away, a string of saliva connecting the two. Yuji watched, heart threatening to burst out of his chest as the older man stroked himself with his spit covered hand. 

Was this it? 

Gojo crawled up the sofa, closing what small gap they had between the pair. Yuji felt it. The warm, hardness pressed against his entrance. He held his breath, waiting for it. 

Except it didn’t come, Gojo slide across his hole. “Dad-” Yuji whined. 

Gojo chuckled, pressing a kiss to the teen’s forehead. “Baby. I won’t fuck you unprepared. Don't wanna tear you.” 

“I don’t care-” Yuji’s protest was cut off by a loud smack to his ass. 

The sting went straight to his dick. 

“I care. And you’re going to do as I say, aren’t you?” Gojo’s voice was stern, a warning. “It’s not that I don’t want to fuck you. I do. Real bad…” The 28 year old shivered, Yuji felt the man’s cock twitch between his ass cheeks. “But when I finally get inside you…” Gojo placed a hand on Yuji’s stomach. Was that how deep Gojo would get? “I don’t plan on leaving for a while. I need to make sure you can take me for that long, baby.” 

“Daddy-” Yuji moaned at the implication of the man’s words. 

“-So I’m going to settle for fucking you like this for now. Okay princess?” Gojo grinned. 

He looked almost creepy like this, eyes wide, feral, the smile on his face didn’t meet them. Like he was too far gone in his own obsession and pleasure to truly show Yuji a reassuring smile. 

It turned Yuji on.

“Yes- yes dad-” Yuji agreed.

“Wanted to groom and fuck you since I first saw you-“ Gojo panted, pulling his torso back up, hiking the teens ankles over his shoulders. “-it’s a shame you’re not made from my seed but I guess we’ll be closer if I just fuck a lot into you, won’t we?”

Did Gojo mean what Yuji thought the man was saying?

“Tell me how much of a good dad I’m being baby, tell me how much you love being fucked by me-” Gojo started thrusting, gliding between the teen’s ass cheeks, tip of his cock catching on Yuji’s hole every few thrusts, threatening to go in at any moment. 

Fuck. Yuji wanted it to enter him. 

“-So good dad-” Yuji mewled. -Feels so good- love it-” Yuji’s words got cut off with a choked sob as the man wrapped a hand around the teen’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “-Ngh- ah!”

“Always wanted a son I could fuck, baby, and you’re more than what I could of asked for, taking my cock so well-” Gojo moaned. “-Take it so good.”

“Dad- dad- dad-” Yuji sobbed. He was close- so so close-

“-Gonna be so fucking tight for me princess-” A thrust, then another and Gojo’s cock caught the tight ring of muscles. Except he didn’t move away, thrusting back directly against it, pushing up against the tightness. “Fu- aaa-fuck!” Gojo half shouted. 

Gojo pushed against the tightness until it gave in and Yuji’s vision went white as a sudden sharpness filled his core, bleeding into unbridled pleasure. He heard a ringing in his ears, his hole twitched and clamped down, around the tip of Gojo’s cock that was now nestled in him. 

Yuji’s body went rigid as his orgasm crashed over him in slow, long waves. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hands scrambled for purchase on the sofa, nails digging in so harshly he probably tore the fabric. 

The pain and pleasure grew as he felt himself stretch as more of Gojo’s cock was pushed into him, the older man near tears with ecstasy. The hand around Yuji’s spent cock, now covered in cum, clamped down as the older man trembled. “Ahhh- fuck fuck fuck baby- Gonna cum- Gonna fill you-”

“Dad-” Yuji choked.

Then Yuji felt it. A sudden warmth and wetness filling him. Gojo’s cum. Gojo had cum in him. 

The white haired man half hissed, half moaned as he pulled out. “Shit- ah- Yuji-” The 17 year old watched the man sit back on the balls of his feet, admiring the mess he’d no doubt just made of the younger’s ass. 

He didn’t have long to watch Gojo’s admirable gaze, as the older man scooped the teen up into his arms. “So much for playing a game, huh, baby?” 

Gojo sounded wrecked, voice hoarse. He sounded like Yuji felt. His asshole twitched, sore and stretched, sticky and cold, clenching down on nothing. Feeling empty almost. If that was just the tip, what would it feel like to have all of Gojo enter him? 

Yuji giggled at the man’s playful nature. The one he’d come to love in a way. 

He wasn’t sure what kind of love it was though he knew what kind it should have been. “We can still play, dad.” 

“Yeah?” Gojo tilted his head, then pressed another kiss to the teen’s forehead and then a chaste one to bitten, swollen lips. “Anything for you, my love.” 

Yuji grinned, sighing as he attempted to stretch within the man’s embrace. What time was it even? He had school tomorrow- “Hey dad, I just remembered we have a parent-teacher day tomorrow… uh…” 

“Are you asking me to come baby?” The 28 year old rubbed soothing circles onto the teen’s back, blue eyes catching hazel ones in the dim light.

“If-If you can! I mean, mom is normally too busy to go to them so I wasn’t going to ask…” Yuji smiled sheepishly, aware that the cum in his ass was slowly but surely leaking out onto the older man’s legs.

“I’m offended, Yuji.” Gojo pouted.

“Eh? Offended? Why?” Yuji raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m your dad, am I not? Of course I’d come, whether your mom does or doesn’t, does not matter.” Gojo chuckled. 

Yuji smiled. “That’s true… I miss her though. I hope she comes back soon.”

“Baby, your mom’s not coming back from Chicago.” Gojo chuckled. “It’s okay though…”

Huh? 

“You have me. Your daddy.”