Yuuji had crawled into Gojo’s bed before the sun even peeked up, moments after his mother left. Had dragged his little blanket with him, hair a wild mess and eyes half closed as he rubbed them sleepily. Dressed in nothing but a thin old pyjama and small loose shorts.

He looked adorable like that— like something Gojo could just fold into his arms and keep forever. Keep as his only. “Can I sleep here papa?” he had whispered, voice barely a breath, knowing his dad is sensitive to noise. Little body already slipping under the covers without

waiting for an answer. “M’cold ‘n lonely w’out you…” Gojo had spun around, pretending to be half asleep but his body betrayed him immediately—arm curling around Yuuji’s waist, pulling him in until they’re tangled tight. Yuuji had hummed, pleased and happy, wriggling like a

kitten in his father’s hold, pressing every soft inch of himself against Gojo’s chest as he inhaled his father’s smell and warmth. The bed smells like Gojo; fresh, clean, sweet and warm and something so Gojo, a musky smell so precious and safe on Yuuji’s little nose, making him

press his face in the pillow with a tiny whimper, small hands kneading at the covers like he's trying to melt into them, into him. His thighs are warm and plump, stomach pushing out slightly as he’s curling up on his dad’s chest. Half sprawled across him as he sighs sleepily.

Gojo exhales slow through his nose, noting the shift in Yuuji’s breathing, pressing small kisses to his son’s temple, matting down the explosion of hair on his head with big warm hands Yuuji is so 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 so cute… "Mornin' baby”Gojo's voice is a low rasp against Yuuji's ear

breath warm, sending shivers skittering down the boy’s spine, making squirm and giggle. "Mm...mmmornin’ daddy..." Yuuji slurs, voice thick and sticky with sleep, nuzzling closer into his father’s neck to inhale more of him, thighs brushing together shyly under the blankets.

The name makes something feral flicker in Gojo's chest— something sharp, wrong, primal. Something he can’t resist reaching out for, can’t resist wanting to ruin. He lets his hands slip down, lazily stroking the inside of Yuuji's thigh where it's softest, warmest, fullest.

Teasing the skin, caress slow enough to burn, taking his time in building up Yuuji’s shivers like he's got all the time in the world to ruin him. Yuuji whimpers again, kicking a little under the covers, embarrassed. His bladder aches, pressing full and needy against his tummy,

but he doesn't wanna move, doesn’t wanna leave his dad’s side, doesn’t wanna break the moment. It was morning, the most time they got to be alone before Yuuji goes to school and Gojo heads to work. The only time they can just…be.

The only time his daddy promised him he can be…he can be his…his… “𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢,” 𝘠𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴

𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰’𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨!! “𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘸-𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶… 𝘬-𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱

𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺?” 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, “𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.” “𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵!” “𝘠𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪—“ “𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮-𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦?”

“𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵—“ “𝘊-𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐—“ 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱, “𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘸-𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰?” 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦. 𝘠𝘶𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴. “𝘞-𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢’𝘴

𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘖-𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺! 𝘗-𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦? 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘨-𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦… 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺… 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵… 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘺, 𝘱-𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦,” How could Gojo say no to him?

How could he reject the love of his life?  So he let him. He let his son pretend he's Gojo's little wife. Let him pretend mama is gone forever. Pretend this is normal, that it’s okay. He’s always so good, Gojo can’t tell him off. "Y'squirmy this mornin', huh sweetheart?" Gojo

murmurs, palm heavy between Yuuji's thighs now, just resting there—too hot, too heavy, like a brand seared into him. He presses down slightly, testing the give of Yuuji's body, and Yuuji whines, hips jerking away weakly before snuggling back closer, confused and desperate,

betraying himself with every tremble. Another hand slides on Yuuji’s stomach, feeling the soft flesh and poking at the rolls of fat, at his little bellybutton. Yuuji usually giggles but his father’s fingers poke too deep, too near where he’s full, almost bursting with load.

He flinches away, just slightly, curling on himself with a choked pained giggle and Gojo stills. Yuuji can feel a chill in the air and he chances a look up to his dad to find him almost…disappointed. With Yuuji. Fuck. He’s not being a good boy now…not a proper wife…

"'M sorry, 'm sorry daddy, I-I gotta-" Yuuji babbles, face burning, hands twisting the sheets and reaching for his dad’s hands, torn between keeping them on him and pushing them away before he soaks them. "Gotta potty papa, but don' wanna move...don’ wanna leave you..."

The innocence of it, the ache, the need makes Gojo's throat close up, tight with guilt and something uglier, stickier, gnawing under his ribs, and seeping into his arms to his fingers as they tingle with need, the need to touch his baby boy till he spilled all over him.

He noses into the messy pink hair, breathing in deep the sweet smell of Yuuji, flowers just starting to awake and bloom after a full night sleep, restful next to his dad. Dragging his hand slow along Yuuji's thigh, featherlight touch making the boy giggle. “Need to pee baby?

Tummy full of pee?” He asks, voice sweet and teasing as he lightly pinches the fat of his tummy between his thumb and palm, leaning down to give it a small kiss. “mmm… so much pee… but Yuuji don’ care,” he shudders, cute and pathetic, “but ion wanna pee on daddy’s bed…don’

wanna ruin it…” His other hand strays down, fingertips creeping closer to that sweet little crease line between Yuuji’s legs, where it's burning hot. Dangerously close to places he shouldn't be touching, not like this, not in bed, where he’s squirming and warm, not when they’re

wrapped in each other like this. Especially not when Yuuji sounds so small, so good. "Aw baby…you can hold it for me though, can't you?" Gojo coaxes, voice dipped in honey and sugar and everything sweet, thumb tracing slow, maddening circles into the sensitive skin.

“Don’t you wanna be my wife? Wives should be good and listen to their husbands…” Yuuji perked up, like a little puppy aching to please. His little hands ball into fists as he squirms and lets Gojo touch him. Nodding and squeezing his eyes shut as he wraps his sweaty palms

around his father’s wrists, holding his hand on his thigh in place. “M-Mmm…” “You’ll do everything for me, won’t you, baby?” Gojo murmurs, letting the hand on Yuuji’s tummy drift lower, tracing lazy circles down his spine, brushing the waistband of those useless little shorts

“Cook for me, clean for me, warm my bed every night, hold your pee…” Yuuji’s heart thuds loudly in his chest, pride swelling red in his cheeks. Yes yes! This is what he wanted! To be a good wife, to be so good, serve his daddy, make him happy. Happier than his mum could ever

make him. He can be better than her! “Uh huh! I’ll be the best wife! I promise papa, pinky promy!” Gojo swears under his breath, low and filthy like his thoughts, like what he can’t hold himself from wanting.Touching more and more and more above his clothes, above his underwear

on his skin…feel that sticky piss on his stomach, on his pussy… He groans and shifts Yuuji closer to his lap, letting the boy’s chubby thigh hook up around his waist, making his legs fall apart, letting Yuuji’s full bladder press soft against Gojo’s stomach, feel it shift.