thinking big thoughts of goyuu w a scent kink but w shotadori and 27gojo. (a drabble inspired by you)

11 year old Yuuji is the neighborhood’s favorite kid. He’s sweet, reliable, and very respectful. Everyone noticed what a good boy he is, especially Gojo.

Gojo Satoru just moved in three doors down from Yuuji, looking to get away from the city. A few days after he moved in, he took notice of the young, pink haired boy playing in his front yard. And oh what a cute thing he was. Soft, supple tan skin, rosy and pudgy cheeks. The little boy was precious and Gojo had to have him. So he started talking to Yuuji. Day in and day out, he would conveniently walk by whenever Yuuji was outside playing. After a few days, he asked Yuuji to come to his house and move something for him. He needed a big strong boy to help! So Yuuji agreed, and followed the white-haired man to his house. surprisingly, Gojo didnt do anything to him. He really had Yuuji move some furniture around. Small things like small filing cabinet and a chair. In the summer heat, Yuuji got sweaty, drenching the tank top and shorts he was wearing. Gojo kindly offered his shower and a change of clothes as thanks for his help. Yuuji obliged, handing Gojo his clothes before showering.

After Yuuji leaves, Gojo sprints up to his bedroom, where Yuuji’s sweaty clothes are laying in a bundle on his bed. Immediately, Goji snatches up a small pair of shorts, bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply. A heady scent of sweat and the pure scent of a young boy floods his senses, and he gets hard immediately. He strips of his clothes and lays naked in bed, Yuuji’s shorts around his cock and shorts balled up in his face. He thrusts his cock on the fabric of the shorts, leaking precum onto them. His mind is reeling with thoughts of Yuuji’s mouth stuffed full of his cock, of his fingers buried in Yuuji’s ass, and of his tongue probing deep inside the young boy, making him squirm and his cute, pudgy cheeks flushing pink like his hair. Those thoughts push him over the edge, shooting ropes of come onto the fabric of Yuuji’s shorts. He breathes, still inhaling Yuuji’s scent.

HAHSHEJEIKDJOD I HOPE YOU LIKED IT SORRY IT WAS SO LONG.