🔞 Okkoita / sh0tadori /somno / gr00ming dadson 💢read at your own risk💢
My thoughts on dadson #okkoita are so flooded with yutas manipulation that I feel dirty sharing it but what Ellie wants Ellie gets and I’m about to get nasty
Dadson/ shotadori / somno 🔞
It would start with Yuji feeling too old for his dads kisses, and it’s not just lingering pecks on the lips, no Yuta has been tongue locking his sweet baby boy for years, swearing up and down every kiss was fatherly, paternal, whatever excuse he had.
With Yuji getting older and his body developing quicker than intended due to his fathers ‘loving attention’ his dad’s kisses have started to make his lil cunnie tingle and weep. He felt wrong every time his thighs clamp shut and the squish of his panties were almost audible, or when his body would shiver unintentionally —expectantly— as Yuta pulled Yuji into a hug, knowing soon their lips would mold and their tongues would dance.
His only mistake was telling Yuta about it.
He’s seen his dad pout before when Yuji had been too busy playing with his toys or pretend to quietly cry if Yuji didn’t rush to him the moment he walked into a room, but the moment the words “I don’t wanna kiss daddy anymore” left his lips, his dad looked devastated.
And Yuji feels frozen as he watches Yuta's already stressed sunken eyes grow darker, how his dads lips tremble with words he refuses to say, and most importantly, when fat tear drops streak the man’s face.
He didn’t wanna make his daddy sad! He just didn’t wanna feel that tingly feeling in his lower parts anymore. He didn’t wanna keep hiding his ruined underwear in the sleeves of his pants so his daddy wouldn’t think he peed in them!
“I’m sorry daddy,” he murmured, wrapping his small arms around his dads shoulders. Not taking back his words because he /did/ mean them, but he can’t help hurting for his sad daddy. He really didn’t think it would be this big of an issue.
“It’s okay sweetheart,” Yuta had whimpered back, “Daddy won’t kiss you anymore until you’re ready,” he returned Yuji’s hug, tighter than usual, pressing him as tight against his body as he could and Yuji struggled to breathe for just a moment.
/ellie influence commencing/
Yuta was terrified.
He sat in his living room, lights off, legs rattling with nerves, and he was terrified.
What could have possibly influenced Yuji to deny his dad any more kisses—who could have—?
Yuji had been the one to start it in the first place all those years ago. Curiously tonguing the seam of his daddies lips as he figured his way around his own little body, and who was Yuta to deny his only son, his baby boy, what he so innocently craved.
He was a good dad. He had never done anything that his Yuji didn’t initiate, and he never would have if his son hadn’t banned him from his only pleasure. He swore to himself after he mast^rbated the first time Yuji returned the deep kiss that he wouldn’t ever.
He shouldn’t… he should just go to bed and cry out the rest of his tears into his pillow, but… what if this is his last chance?
His weary gaze peers through the darkness towards the faintly glowing light that illuminated from his son's bedroom. A moon shaped nightlight that Yuji had begged for after skimming through the kids catalogues of the morning newspaper, the same one that had Yuji throw his thin arms around his dads shoulders and rush him with several opened mouth kisses.
He misses his son's lips already, having been denied even a goodnight kiss, Yuta feels like an addict craving a hit of his choice of poison.
‘Just one more’, he thinks as he stands on anxious legs.
‘Just one more,” he thinks as he cringes, the door to Yuji’s bedroom sounding off an elongated groan that seems to get louder by the time it’s flush to the wall.
“Just one more kiss, huh, Yuji?” He asks with a desperate whisper, crawling silently over his son's sleeping body, the moonlight reflecting off of his smooth young skin.
The blanket had been half kicked off, revealing Yuji’s choice of nightwear: his dads shirt that Yuta begged him to wear, and a pair of his cutest panties. They’re all cute when Yuji’s in them, but the printed outline of tiger faces smiling up at Yuta drew out a shaky yet loving chuckle out of him.
Yuji’s mouth is sagged open, the moons glow glittering against the tacky line of drool dripping down his chin.
Yuta, as quietly as he could, rested the weight of his body off to Yuji’s side, sliding a shaky palm between his chin and his throat so that he could angle the child without waking him up.
As he leans down, the fringe of his bangs untuck and caress the clear skin of Yuji’s forehead, causing his son's brows to scrunch, and just that little bit of movement almost stops his heart.
The soft grunts of sleep are muttered between them, Yuji smacking his lips shut—to Yuta's dismay—only for his mouth to slack again—or not heh—. Soft muted snores sounding off once more in the dark room.
Yuta prevents his shaky breath from blowing directly in Yuji’s face, tucking his head down to rush out a sigh. It’s just a kiss.. why are you so scared? He loves your kisses!
With no more second chances, Yuta wrangles Yuji’s plump tongue into his mouth, sucking softly against the limp tip to not rouse the boy, and Yuta struggles not to moan. It’s like filling his mouth with a fresh bun topped with warm buttery glaze to heat up the lips of those who need to eat.
In the heat of the moment he lets his tongue slip in, folding Yuji’s back sweetly into its place so that he could roll around in the wet blanket of his mouth. though, the second his muscle grazes the roof of Yuji’s mouth, his peripheral catches sight of little legs pinching themselves closed.
He tries it again, the legs squeezing tight, and this time a gargled, saliva thick moan leaks from a bleary unused throat.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
“Oh fuuuck—“
It’s then, as their mouths part with a soft wet pop, that Yuta finally understands Yuji’s request.
Ah, his precious baby boy was getting ~shy
Yuji had finally ‘grown up’.
With a patient grip, Yuta lightly taps his son's legs apart. Listening closely to any abnormality in Yuji’s breathing, Yuta had blindly searched for what he knew to be liquid gold with the tips of his fingers. Lightly grazing along the top of Yuji’s printed panties, and groaning when his fingers dipped lower onto the moistened fabric.
His baby boy had been getting /wet/ for him this whole time. Dripping and writhing with every deep kiss, and Yuta had been too selfish to realize his poor son was struggling.
Fervor lights his blood as he hesitantly laps his way back into Yuji’s slack mouth, his fingers curling the leg of his sons panties between his ring and pinky fingers so that the pointer and middle could trace a faint line down the slit of Yuji’s puffy soaked cunnie.
Yuta was so happy he could cry. He had worried that a vicious worm had buried into the boy's ear, that someone had possibly seen the way they hugged and kissed and ruined his sweet innocent mind with the perversions of the world. But that wasn’t the case at all. Yuji had just needed more of Yuta, needed more than just a passionate kiss to start and end his day.
He needed Yuta the way Yuta craved him.
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Light sleepy moans filter through the bedroom air. Little hands unconsciously grip the closest fabric they could reach, which happened to be the sleeve of his dad’s sleep shirt.
Yuta had moved from laying beside his lovely boy to kneel between his small chubby legs, the girth of his cock slipping wetly from the ever widening hole he’s dug into Yuji’s gushing pussy.
Just as tears leaked from the fluttering crease of Yuji’s eyes from the pain and pleasure of being split open on his daddies cock, Yuta too, couldn’t stop the flow of tears spilling against his cheeks. Euphoric joy and utter happiness filled his body to its core.
Yuji, his sweet baby boy, had always felt good against his lips, but nothing could compare to the feeling of sliding his fat cock inside the small body with ease.
He presses his hips further, catching the shadow of his cock indenting his sons belly for just a moment before Yuji's moans peak. His legs locking around Yuta's hips as his own jerk up into the air, mindlessly trying to dislodge himself to orgasm.
Yuta sobs low in his throat. It was almost too much then, fighting the tight suction of Yuji’s cunnie so as to not spill his load so quickly. Despite all of his urges to claim and mark his son like he knows the boy wants, he wants to do it on their ‘first time’.
It doesn’t count if he can’t hear Yuji moaning his daddies name. This is only training for when Yuji crawls into his lap himself and asks to sit on his daddies cock with his own words. Only then will he stuff his lovable boy with his seed.
Here, he waits until the fluttering vice dies down to a weak throb before slipping out completely.
Still hard and hungry, Yuta grips the base of his dick and starts pumping. Allowing himself the mushy slimy flesh of his son's loose hole to rub against and only cumming on top of Yuji’s now ruined panties.
He’ll keep training Yuji’s body, and it’s only when they’re sitting together in the recliner one day that Yuji’s hyperaware of the cock bulging against his back. Then the little boy opens his mouth. On that day, Yuta fucks Yuji right there, using the chairs mechanics to rock Yuji quick and fast onto his shaft, cooing in his ear about how well he’s doing for their ‘first time’
