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───✦ DILF! GOJO X READER

♡ summary: sure, the food looked good, but you were eyeing a completely different meal. good thing satoru is always happy to serve! p1

♡ wc: 6.2k

♡ content warnings: fem! babysitter! reader, dilf! older! gojo, age gap, groping, best friends brother (bfb), divorced, babysitting, mention of kids, breéding kink, big díck gojo, mating press, reader is down bad, meeting family, overstim, unprotected, water guns, hot tub, multiple rounds implied, established relationship, p in v, creampíes, praise. this is p2; however, this can be read separately.

♡ a/n: happy 1k!!! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ -`♡´-

The summer heat pressed down like a thick blanket, the kind that made the air hum and your skin prickle the second you stepped outside. But the smell of sizzling ribs and chlorine from the pool brought it all back— sticky-sweet childhood summers when you were younger. When Satoru was just your best friend’s annoyingly hot older brother.

Now?

Now, he was leaning over the grill, his white hair pushed back with a careless hand, his broad shoulders emphasized by the floral patterns of his Hawaiian shirt. Fatherhood had softened him in some places, the curve of his waist where your hands fit just right. He turned, catching you staring, and flashed you that famous million-dollar smile. “Took you long enough.”

You adjusted your hoop earrings—the ones he’d picked out a few months ago. You walked over, the grass warm under your sandals. “Had to make sure I looked good for your little fan club.” You nodded toward his aunties and cousins sipping wine coolers under the umbrella.

He huffed a laugh, swiping a thumb over the condensation of his pop before pressing it to the back of your neck. You gasped at the cold, but his hand lingered, rough and warm.

“They ain’t the ones I’m tryna impress,” he murmured. You scoffed, wiping the water from off of the can off of your neck. His arms found their way around your waist, pulling you into a kiss. He smelled like meat and charcoal. You stepped back, smoothing your skirt as the heat from his touch lingered longer than you’d admit. Satoru’s eyes flicked down, shameless and smug, before he reached out and pulled you into him, just enough for a hug. Not one of those awkward side things, either. Full arms. Real warm. Real secure. His palm flattened between your shoulders, the other sliding briefly down your back before letting go. He kissed your cheek, right near the edge of your jaw. A blink-and-you-miss-it thing. Quick. Careful. Nevertheless, it still had your stomach flipping.

“That’s all I get?” you murmured, pretending to pout.

His grin was slow. “Tryna behave, baby. Kids around.”

You glanced at the little cousins running around with water guns and sticky red fingers, then back at him. “For once.”

He held his hands up like he deserved a medal. “Personal.”

You snorted and stepped away, catching your reflection in the glass door for a second as you adjusted your hoops.

“Gonna go say hey,” you said, nodding toward the circle of lawn chairs where the aunties and older cousins were parked with drinks and gossip.

Satoru smirked, flipping the patty with one hand. “Good luck.”

“I don’t need luck. I already know half of them.”

“Exactly. That’s why I said good luck.”

You shook your head and walked off, your sandals making soft thuds against the patio stone. The sun was beating down, catching on your skin in a way that made you feel a little glossy, like you’d been kissed by heat instead of just surviving it. Your shoulders rolled back naturally, not on purpose, but you knew how to move when people were watching. Especially his people.

“There she is!” someone called out, loud and sweet.

You smiled before you even saw who it was. Mari, Satoru’s cousin on his dad’s side. She stood up and pulled you into a quick hug, plastic cup in one hand, acrylics catching the light like little prisms. “Girl, you look cute. That outfit? Adorable. Make sure to send me where you got that top,” she whistled, getting easily distracted as one of the kids hit their uncle with a water gun.

“Ohhh, is that who I think it is?” one of the aunties said, voice lilting with curiosity.

You smiled respectfully. “Hi, long time.”

“Mhm, very long,” another said, tilting her sunglasses to get a better look at you. “You’ve grown up, haven’t you?”

“Trying to,” you said, the corner of your mouth pulling up. “It’s really good to see everyone.”

Mari gave you a once-over—not shady, just thorough, like cousins do. “Last time we saw you, Sae was hopping between you and Veronica,” she laughed, reminiscing at his birthday party.

A few of them laughed, and you smiled with a small shake of your head. “That was some time ago,”

“C’mon, take a seat, it's too hot to be standing around.” Mari patted down on the seat next to him, facing the pool. It was far enough away not to be in the range of water. You smiled, taking a seat, knowing what this trap entailed.

You barely sat down before Mari smirked over her wine cooler. “So. You and Satoru, huh?"

You took the drink she offered. “Yeah."

Auntie Lynn—who was really just Utahime’s 34-year-old cousin—nearly choked on her wine cooler. "Oh, we definitely need to hear this."

You shrugged, playing it cool. “Ain’t much to tell. He needed a babysitter. I needed a job. Then one day it just clicked.” You summarized not giving too much to run with.

“And the rest is biblical." Mari finished, cackling.

You tipped your can at her. “Exactly."

Mari fake-gagged. “Ugh. Y’all are disgusting now."

You lifted your drink in salute. “Gotta give the people what they want.”

Auntie Lynn leaned over from her lawn chair, her sunglasses pushed halfway down her nose. “And now he's a family man with matching slides.”

“Mmm,” Mari hummed like a warning, sipping her wine cooler. “They don’t need encouragement.”

You just smiled, easily. “Ask him, not me. I was minding my business.”

“Sure,” Utahime said behind you, her voice bone-dry. “That’s what you call it.”

You turned just in time for her to slide into the open seat next to you, elbow knocking against yours like muscle memory. Her hair was piled high and pinned with a claw clip that was definitely more for aesthetics than hold. She glanced at your half-finished drink and took a sip like it was hers.

“This is gross,” she said.

You shrugged. “That’s why I gave it to you.”

She huffed and stretched her legs out, resting her ankles on the edge of Mari’s chair without asking. “You look good. That skirt is doing numbers.”

“You helped me pick it.”

“And I take full credit,” she said. “You’re lucky I like you, walking around here in that little cardigan like you’re not corrupting the family function.”

“Corrupting?” Mari raised a brow. “You see how he looked at her?”

Utahime grinned, devil in her molars. “Like he’s tryna figure out if the grill’s hot enough to sear his sins away.”

You groaned. “Can y’all let me live?”

“No,” they said in unison, and honestly, you walked into that one.

The sun had started to dip just slightly, the heat easing from sharp to slow-baked. Someone’s uncle had taken over the grill now, moving with the solemn concentration of a man who believed turning ribs too early was a moral failing. The smell of it drifted over everything—sweet smoke, char, the kind of heat-kissed glaze that clung to your throat even before the first bite.

You stood eventually, pulled by instinct more than anything, and wandered toward the long table by the house. A makeshift buffet had taken shape—foil-covered pans, heavy with good intentions. You peeled one back, letting the steam hit your face. The mac and cheese had that kind of top you had to break through—baked golden, speckled with edges just this side of burnt. A scoop of potato salad waited in the corner, yellow and thick like someone’s auntie refused to measure a single thing. You grabbed a plate and filled it like you’d been here before, because you had. Long enough to know which dishes were made by people who used their elbow to stir and which ones came from store-bought containers, and shame.

Sae padded up beside you on unsteady legs, one hand gripping the hem of your skirt.

“Hungry?” you asked, already bending to scoop him into your hip. His curls were soft with leftover sunscreen, and he smelled like chlorine and apple juice.

He nodded solemnly, sticking two fingers in his mouth. “’Keese?”

You blinked. “Cheese?”

He smacked his lips. “Mmm.”

You fixed him a little plate, half mac, half string beans, soft enough to mush with a plastic fork. He leaned into you while you fed him, opening his mouth like a baby bird and humming after every bite.

“That’s my boy,” Satoru called, sauntering over, all proud grins and sun-tanned forearms. He had barbecue sauce on his knuckles and a smudge on his cheek that made him look too good for your own peace of mind.

“Your boy just betrayed you,” you said. “He asked me for mac and cheese.”

“Traitor,” he said, leaning down to kiss Sae’s forehead anyway. “A soft little backstabber.”

Sae giggled, crumbs around his mouth.

“Don’t worry,” Utahime said, appearing at your other side with a water balloon in hand. “I’m gonna make sure he earns his redemption arc.”

You glanced at her. “You’re not.”

“Oh, I am,” she said, crouching to meet Sae at eye level. “Listen here, tiny menace. You see your daddy?”

Sae looked over.

“Throw this at him.”

She held out the balloon like it was a sacred relic.

Sae’s fingers closed around it, and he gasped like it was treasure.

You sighed. “I’m not going to be the one explaining this to Satoru when he gets soaked.”

“I am,” Utahime said cheerfully. “With evidence. And probably more balloons.”

Before you could stop him, Sae charged forward on his little legs and—miraculously—threw it almost directly at Satoru’s shins. The splash was glorious.

Satoru jumped. “What the-!”

Utahime was already keeled over laughing. “Get his other leg, baby! He’s limping!”

“You’re evil,” you told her.

“Excuse me,” she said between cackles, “I’m building the next generation.”

But you were too busy laughing, shoulders shaking, one hand on your hip as you wiped Sae’s hands clean.

It wasn’t long before the music picked up again. Something familiar, something loud enough to make people rise without thinking.

‘The Wobble’ came on like a spell, and suddenly the lawn was a dance floor.

You saw the signs before it hit—someone shouting “Ayeeee!”, a chair tipping over, a beer can abandoned mid-sip. And in the middle of it all, Satoru stretched like he’d just clocked into work.

You watched him ease into the groove, shoulders swaying, his hips keeping perfect time. It wasn’t even cocky, not at first—just smooth. Like his body remembered the beat before his mind caught up. A little shoulder roll. A perfectly timed pivot. He knew the steps, sure. But he made them look good.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Utahime elbowed you. “Go. He’s showing off.”

You laughed, already stepping into the grass. “He’s about to be real mad when I outdance him.”

He caught your hand just as you joined him, spinning you in like you were a part of the beat. People whistled. His palm skimmed the small of your back. You rolled your hips, shoulders snapping to the left, then the right. He kept pace easily, one hand warm at your waist, the other pointing at you dramatically like the two of you were the only ones there.

Your breath was quick when the song ended, and so was his.

“Still think you can lead?” you asked.

He gave you that grin—the slow, corner-of-the-mouth one. “Only if you let me follow sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes before getting distracted by a group of kids screaming and ducking behind pool floaties like it was warfare. You barely had time to lean back before—

SMACK.

Cold.

Soaking wet.

You looked down. A balloon had exploded right at your hip, drenching your skirt and the edge of your cardigan. You blinked, and across the yard, one of Satoru’s cousins—maybe eight, maybe demon—froze mid-laugh, realizing they’d missed their target.

“My bad!” the kid yelled. “I was aiming for Uncle Satoru!”

You stood slowly, peeling wet fabric from your thigh. “Oh, I know.”

Satoru was already grinning, leaning over to snag a towel off the patio railing. “Looks like you gotta change, sweetheart.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’m starting to think you planned this.”

He handed you the towel and lowered his voice. “If I had planned it, you wouldn’t be coming back down.”

You sucked your teeth and turned away before your smile gave you away, making your way into the house.

The house was mostly quiet—cooler inside, humming with the low buzz of central air and the faint echo of music filtering in from the yard. You kicked off your shoes near the mat. Your tube top had lost the fight too, clinging heavy with cold water and humiliation. Upstairs, the bedroom was dim and cool, the curtains drawn just enough to let the sun slant through in ribbons. Cool to the touch. You peeled off the ruined outfit, tossing the soaked clothes into the clothing bin.

You could still hear Utahime laughing through the window. Opening the drawer for something else to wear, muttering, “This is why I don’t play with children.” You dug around until your fingers closed around what you were looking for.

The dress was still folded like a secret between your numerous tank tops and shirts. After drying off, you pulled it over your body, slow, careful. It hugged like it knew you. You adjusted the neckline, turned in the mirror, and pulled your thankfully dry cardigan over your arms. You gave yourself one last look. Head high. Lip gloss still intact.

The air was thicker now, lazy with smoke and sun. You heard the music first—Return of the Mack this time, someone’s uncle shouting “Ayyye!” like it was his wedding day again. Then came the sharp whistle.

“Y’all. Look who just had a whole transformation!”

You glanced over.

Mari had turned around fully in her lawn chair, oversized sunglasses halfway down her nose, drink sloshing in one hand.

“Okay, body,” she said, real loud, real shameless. “Tell the truth, you went inside and steamed that dress first.”

You laughed, but your face burned. “I got ambushed with a water balloon!”

“That’s what they’re calling it now?” said one of the older cousins—Maya, you thought, sipping on a melted pina colada slushie. “Auntie Lynn said Satoru’s aim’s been off since you got here.”

You gave a tight smile and made your way back toward the chairs, past where a few little kids were crouched behind lawn chairs plotting revenge, and Mari was waving you over like she couldn’t stand being right.

“Listen, we knew you were cute,” Mari said, patting the seat next to her, “but I didn’t realize you were stepping out here looking like that.”

“It was supposed to be backup clothes,” you said, smoothing your cardigan over your arms. “Not a runway.”

“Please. This is exactly why Satoru grilled the ribs like his life depended on it. He’s trying to husband you.”

Mari, still sipping her pink drink, chimed in. “And it’s working.”

“Mmmhmm,” said another auntie—one you hadn’t met properly yet, but she looked like she had known Satoru before he started wearing Digimon pajamas. “He ain’t grilled like that since Sae’s birthday. That was the last time she came over, too, huh?”

“Don’t start conspiracies,” you said, trying to hide your smile. “Y’all worse than the blogs.”

“Baby, the blogs wish they had our sources,” Maya said. “We've been watching Gojo men fall in love since ’87.”

“Every single one,” Mari nodded solemnly. “Started with the ribs. Ended with matching pajamas by Christmas.”

“Oh, look who finally came down dressed like she’s about to steal someone’s man,” Utahime said, coming to take a peek at what you changed into.

You laughed. “Girl, please. I already did.”

Sae immediately dropped the water gun and waddled over to you, arms lifted. “Up!”

You picked him up again, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder as he patted your chest like he was proud of you. You smoothed his curls back gently, bouncing him on your hip.

“Utahime,” you said, “you cannot weaponize this child just to bully his father.”

“He deserves it. He told everyone at work that I ate Lunchables for dinner.”

“You do eat Lunchables for dinner.”

“Not the point.”

She took a sip of her drink, leaned over to tickle Sae’s foot, and then raised an eyebrow at your outfit. “This dress is trouble. Let me guess—Skims?”

You smirked. “Black maxi. Soft lounge.”

“God help us all,” she muttered. “Satoru’s about to forget his son’s name.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks heating. No need getting shy now, it's not like he hasn't seen the dress before.

Utahime leaned in. “You’re lucky I love you. If I didn’t, I’d fight you and that dress.”

You laughed, looking away—but then your eyes caught him. You turned with Sae still in your arms and scanned the yard. Sure enough, Satoru was posted up by the speaker now, squatting to mess with the Bluetooth. He noticed you immediately—eyes dragging from the top of your cardigan to the curve of your waist, lips twitching like he couldn’t stop the thought if he tried.

The bass buzzed through the ground as he hit a button, and the music shifted again—something slower, smoother. You recognized it on the first few beats: Can’t Get Enough by Tamia.

He turned around, caught you watching. Didn’t say anything, just smirked, “That man has been inching closer all day,” Auntie Lynn whispered beside you.

“Not y’all doing commentary,” you muttered.

Maya grinned. “You gonna get up and dance or what?”

Before you could even answer, Satoru strolled up and held his hand out—no words, just the grin and that cocky head tilt like he knew you wouldn’t say no.

“Please don’t trip,” Mari whispered like it was church.

You took his hand, handing Sae over to the impatient Utahime, heart ticking louder than the bass, and let him guide you toward the makeshift lawn dance floor. Satoru’s hand found your hand, “You always know how to make an entrance,” he said low, near your ear.

“They need to practice with Hime.”

He smiled. “Looked good wet.”

You rolled your eyes, biting your cheek. “We’re dancing. Not flirting.”

“Why not both?”

You didn’t answer. Just let him pull you in closer, following the steps with the line in front of you. The song curled around you, familiar, warm. His fingers traced circles low on your back, thumb grazing skin where your cardigan had slid a little, messing up your rhythm just a little. You were breathless. Not from the dancing. Just from him.

Just then—

Splat.

A stream of water shot out on the lawn next to Satoru’s foot. He didn’t flinch. You jumped back with a curse.

You both looked over at the bushes where Sae and Utahime were hiding, barely. Satoru shook his head slowly, deadpan. “Betrayed. By my own blood.”

Utahime stood up, dusting off her knees. “I didn’t teach him that,” she said, grinning. “I taught him to aim. Different.”

Sae squealed and shot a second one, this one weaker, arcing and landing with soft droplets at Satoru’s feet.

“Your days are numbered,” Satoru called out, pointing at his son like he was delivering a curse.

You covered your mouth to hold in your laugh, but it escaped anyway. Sae started giggling wildly and ran straight for you, latching onto your leg like a safe zone. Utahime followed behind him with a shrug and a mischievous smirk.

By the time the sun dipped low enough to kiss the treetops, the party had started peeling off in layers—coolers closed, paper plates stacked high, lawn chairs folded with lazy thuds. Little kids, sticky and exhausted, were passed off to parents. Someone passed around the last slice of pie like it was gold.

“You sure you don’t need help cleaning up?” Mari asked, already slinging her purse over her shoulder.

“Nah,” Satoru waved her off, Sae still perched on his hip. “I got it.”

Mari gave you a look. The lingering look. The “I know what’s about to happen here” look.

You raised a brow. “What?”

She smirked. “Nothing. Just… don’t fall in the pool. That dress looks like it’d melt.”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but she was already walking away, waving dramatically over her shoulder. “Love y’all!”

You shook your head, watching as her car backed down the driveway. One by one, tail lights blinked out into the dusk.

Utahime was last. She stayed behind to help toss out juice boxes and herd kids into the right shoes, her ponytail now messy and damp with sweat.

She hugged you tightly before she left. “Text me if he gets on your nerves.”

“I’ll have you on speed dial.”

She grinned. “I got water balloons in the trunk, just say the word.”

Then she bent low, pressing a quick kiss to Sae’s chubby cheek. “Bye, little traitor. Auntie loves you.”

Sae waved a sleepy hand, half-awake against Satoru’s chest.

And then it was just the three of you. The house, quiet now except for the faint buzz of cicadas and the soft clink of bottles being gathered.

You looked around at the backyard, the scattered plastic cups and deflated balloons, the abandoned towels and water guns. It was like the air had exhaled. Satoru shifted Sae in his arms. The toddler’s eyes were barely open.

“Gonna put him down,” Satoru said softly, voice lowered like instinct. “You okay out here?”

You nodded, brushing hair out of your face. “Yeah. I’ll finish up the cups.”

He started toward the sliding door but paused, glanced back. “Hey.”

You looked up.

“You were really beautiful today.”

You blinked, a smile tugging at your mouth. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean—like, stupid beautiful,” he said, stepping backward through the doorway, still watching you. “You looked like… if I wasn’t careful, I’d mess around and fall.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Go put your kid to bed.”

He grinned and disappeared into the house.

You finished collecting the last of the cups and wine cooler bottles, stacking them into the recycling bin by the deck. The sky was deepening into that thick purple-gray, and the first stars blinked out above the rooftops. The smell of charcoal still lingered, warm and faint and familiar.

Ten minutes later, you heard the door slide open again.

“Alright,” Satoru called, voice lower now, stripped of the daytime teasing. “Baby’s out. Long gone. Dreamin’ about mangoes or whatever.”

You turned toward the sound of his voice. He was barefoot, shirt open and hanging loose now, a towel draped over his shoulder. His chain caught the porch light. The way he was looking at you—like he still hadn’t gotten enough—made your pulse jump.

“You coming with or are you gonna leave me in there alone like some abandoned housewife?”

You snorted. “Housewife is crazy.”

“Hot tub’s on. Clean. Eucalyptus soak thing Utahime gave me. Don’t look at me like that—she said it’d help me stop smelling like daycare and tired.”

“Eucalyptus?”

Satoru grinned. “Don’t act like you don’t like it when I’m in my spa era.”

“Gimme a sec.” You shook your head, laughing as you walked away from him.

You slipped inside the house without waiting for a reply. Upstairs, you opened the familiar bottom drawer in his dresser—your drawer—and pulled out the bikini you kept there for pool days and last-minute sleepovers. Black, simple, but nothing modest about it. You changed quickly, tied your hair up to avoid getting wet.

By the time you stepped outside, the sky had fully darkened. That golden-pink haze had cooled into navy blue, stars just beginning to press through the summer night. The backyard looked different in the dark, lit now by the soft uplights built into the stone, casting glows across the hedges and bouncing faintly off the water’s surface.

The hot tub steamed in the corner. Satoru was already in, arms spread over the edge. You dropped your towel on the chaise. He didn’t try to hide the way his eyes dragged over you, head tipping back for a second like he was trying to be respectful but failing anyway.

You sank into the water with a quiet sigh. Heat curled around your legs, your waist, settling under your chest as you leaned in beside him.

“You trying to impress me?”

Satoru slipped into the hot tub with a quiet hiss. “I’ve been trying. All day.”

You stepped down after him, the warm water wrapping around your legs as you sank in. It was deeper than you expected, clean, quiet. The sound of the pool filter hummed faintly in the background. He stretched out, arms resting behind you along the edge. Your knee brushed his. Neither of you moved away.

“Bet you think this is real smooth, huh?” you asked.

“It is smooth,” he said, voice low now. “What’s not smooth is me trying to kiss you in front of Auntie Lynn while she’s holding a White Claw.”

You laughed under your breath. “She’d never let you live it down.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t.”

He shifted closer. Your leg touched his again. This time, he kept it there.

“She kept giving me looks all day,” you said.

“Half of ‘em were for me. You should’ve seen how she grilled me before you even got there.”

You glanced over. “About what?”

He shrugged. “Whether I’m serious. Whether I’m messing with you. Whether I understand what I got.”

“And?” you asked.

Satoru looked at you for a long moment, eyes steady. “I told her I do.”

You went quiet. Not awkward—just thoughtful.

A bubble popped at the surface between you. The backyard was still, the house dark behind you, except for one lamp in the living room. The porch light glowed, soft and low.

“Told me not to mess up what I have.” He looked down at you, his cerulean eyes reflecting the crystal blue water.

You let him hold it. Not tight. Just enough.

“Then don’t.”

He nodded. “I’m trying.”

“I see that.”

He leaned in a little, close enough to speak right near your cheek. “And you? You trying too?”

You turned your head just enough for your eyes to meet his. “I showed up, didn’t I?”

His breath caught. Not in a dramatic way, just in that shift. He reached out, thumb brushing the outside of your thigh just above the water. “You did more than show up.”

You held his gaze. Everything slowed. The candlelight flickered behind him. Somewhere inside the house, the fridge hummed, and the air conditioning clicked on. It all felt far away.

You leaned in first. Just a little mesmerized by the way his hair appeared slightly blue.

Your lips touched. Quiet. Real. Not hurried or practiced. The kind that didn’t need to be chased, because it was already there. The hot water lapped at your skin as you settled deeper into the tub, the steam curling between you and Satoru in lazy tendrils. He leaned back against the edge, arms spread wide along the rim, watching you with that slow, knowing smirk. The porch light caught the droplets clinging to his collarbones, the water making his skin glisten.

You shifted closer, your knee brushing his under the surface. His lips were warm, a little sweet from the drink he'd been nursing earlier. You sighed into it, letting yourself melt just a fraction. His fingers tightened slightly in your hair, angling your head just how he wanted it. His tongue brushed against yours, and your breath hitched. He hummed, low and pleased, like he'd been waiting for that exact reaction.

His other hand found your waist, dragging you forward until you were straddling his lap, the water sloshing around you. Your thighs bracketed his hips, the heat of him pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. You rocked forward instinctively, and his grip on your neck tightened.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips. "Do that again." You did, slower this time, grinding down just to feel him groan. His hands slid down your back, pulling you even closer, until there was no space left between you.

His mouth moved to your jaw, then your throat, teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper. "Satoru-" His name came out breathless, half a plea, half a warning- but he only hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. His hands slid lower, fingers tracing the dip of your waist before gripping your hips, guiding your movements in slow, deliberate motions.

"That's it," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Just like that."

The water made everything slick, effortless-your bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. His fingers dug in just enough to leave marks, possessive in a way that made your stomach tighten. You could feel him, hard and wanting, pressed against your bikini bottoms with every roll of your hips.

The night air was warm, but his touch was hotter. His mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping the curve of your shoulder before he sucked lightly, leaving a mark that would bloom purple by morning. You arched into him, nails scraping down his chest, and he groaned, low and rough.

"You gonna let me take care of you?" he asked, voice thick. You didn't answer- just rocked against him harder, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He chuckled, but it was strained, his own control fraying. The steam curled between you, thick and lazy, as Satoru's hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of your bikini top. His touch was deliberate, unhurried-like he was savoring the way your breath hitched when he traced the edge of the fabric.

"You always wear this damn thing just to torture me," he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His voice was rough, but his fingers were slow, teasing the tie at the back of your neck.

You arched into him, water sloshing as your hips pressed against his. "Maybe I just like watching you try to behave."

He huffed a laugh, warm against your throat.

"Yeah? How am I doing?"

"Horrible."

His teeth caught your earlobe, sharp enough to make you gasp. "Guess we’ll have to change that."

The knot gave way under his fingers, and the fabric loosened, slipping down just enough to bare your skin to the night air. He didn't pull it off- just let it hang there, his knuckles brushing the swell of your breasts as he palmed you through the damp material. His touch was firm, possessive, but not rushed. Like he knew exactly how much you could take before either of you broke.

You rocked against him again, and this time, his grip tightened, holding you still. "Patience," he chided, voice low. His other hand slid into your hair, fisting just enough to tilt your head back.

"You're always in such a hurry."

The water made everything slick, his skin hot where it pressed against yours. You could feel the way his breath stuttered when you rolled your hips, the way his fingers flexed against your waist.

His mouth found yours again, hungry this time. You moaned into it, and he swallowed the sound, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat, thumb pressing just under your jaw. Not hard. Just enough to make you feel it.

"You're so fucking pretty like this," he muttered against your mouth. His other hand finally tugged the bikini top free, letting it float away in the water. His palm skimmed up your ribs, calloused and warm, before cupping your breast, his thumb circling your nipple in slow, maddening strokes. You whimpered, arching into his touch, but he held you firm, his grip just shy of rough.

His lips trailed down your throat, sucking a mark into the tender skin above your collarbone. "Just let me take my time."

The water lapped at your waist, the heat of it nothing compared to the way his hands burned against you. His mouth moved lower, teeth scraping over your nipple before he took it into his mouth, hot and wet and perfect. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, and he groaned, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure straight to your core.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, his lips swollen from kissing. "Am I good enough for you now?”

The sheets were soaked beneath you, twisted and damp with sweat, your thighs trembling as Satoru pulled back, deliberate-only to slam back into you with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. His pelvis ground against your ass, the impact sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine, your fingers clawing at the mattress for purchase.

"You're so perfect—" your voice was wrecked, raw with need, his hand pressing into the small of your back, forcing your spine into a sharper arch. The angle made him impossibly deeper, his cock stretching you so full you could feel every thick inch, the swollen head of him dragging against that sweet, spongy spot inside you with every thrust.

Your cunt clenched around him, greedy, needy, as if your body was desperate to keep him buried inside you forever. A broken moan tore from your throat as he groaned your name, the sound rough and filthy, vibrating through your skin like a live wire.

"That's it," he growled, his free hand sliding around to your clit, fingers rubbing rough, relentless circles just the way you liked. His touch was electric, sending sparks skittering up your nerves, your hips jerking against his hand as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your gut. "We were made for each other, baby."

He was right, so right.

Your body knew it, your cunt pulsing around him in frantic little flutters, your thighs shaking as he fucked into you with deep, punishing strokes. The slap of skin on skin was obscenely loud in the dim room, the wet, slick sounds of him driving into you only making you hotter, your cheeks burning with the knowledge of just how messy you were for him.

"Gonna come?" His voice was rough, his fingers working your clit faster, his thrusts turning sharper, more erratic. "Do it. I'm all here for you."

You shattered.

Your orgasm ripped through you like a lightning strike, your back bowing off the bed as you screamed his name, your walls clamping down around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses. He didn't stop-just kept pounding into you, chasing his own release, his grip on your hip bruising as he fucked you through it, his breath hot against your ear.

"One more," he demanded, his thrusts turning sloppy, his cock twitching inside you. "Give me one more—"

You sobbed, oversensitive, your body trembling from the sheer overload of sensation-but you obeyed. Another wave crashed over you, weaker but no less intense, your cunt fluttering around him as he groaned, his hips stuttering before he finally pulled out-just enough to spill hot and thick over your ass, his cum painting your skin in sticky, glistening stripes.

For a second, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the wet drip of his release sliding down your thighs. A small, shameful part of you ached with the loss of him, wishing he hadn't pulled out, wishing he'd taken the risk, fucked a baby into you, marked you in a way that lasted.

He didn't give you time to breathe. One second, you were gasping beneath him, his cum cooling on your skin-the next, he was hauling your legs over his shoulders, his cock sliding back inside with a filthy, wet slurp, your spent cunt still fluttering around him.

"Fuck," you whimpered, your back arching off the bed as he bottomed out, his pelvis grinding against your oversensitive clit. The pleasure was almost too much, your nerves alight, your body still thrumming from your last orgasm.

"Look at you," he murmured, his blue eyes dark with hunger as he loomed over you, his white hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. His biceps flexed as he braced himself above you, his chest heaving, his abs taut with the effort of holding back. "Taking me so good."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he started moving again, slow, deep, each thrust dragging against your walls in a way that had your toes curling.

"Love you," he breathed, his forehead pressed to yours, his hips never stopping. "Fuck-love you so much."

The words wrecked you.

Not just because of the way he said them-fervent, desperate, like they'd been clawed out of him-but because of the way his hands cradled your face, the way his thrusts turned almost reverent, like he was trying to brand himself into you.

You came again, sobbing, your nails raking down his back as pleasure tore through you, your cunt milking him in helpless little pulses.

You were ruined. By the 3rd time your thighs were sticky, your cunt aching, your lips swollen from kissing. But Satoru wasn't done. He rolled you onto your side, pulling you back against his chest, his cock already hard again as he slid inside from behind.

"Last one," he promised-for the fifth time-his teeth scraping your shoulder as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your sensitive clit. "Stay with me."

You did.

You always would.

#🤭🤭🤭🤤😮‍💨#love their relationship actually teehee #satoru gojo x reader

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───✦ DILF! GOJO X READER

♡ summary: it took a month and 3 days before your self-control snapped. who doesn't love hot dilfs! p2

♡ wc: 7.3k

♡ content warnings: fem! babysitter! reader, dilf! older! gojo, age gap, groping, pining, p in v, best friends brother (bfb), divorced, babysitting, mention of kids, breéding kink, big díck gojo, mating press, reader is down bad, fíngering, unprotected.

♡ a/n: freak week (ovulation) has had me in a chokehold…

Beautiful blue eyes, pure white hair, taller than you by a few feet, excellent bone structure, and drop-dead gorgeous. In your 14-year-old brain, he was the most gorgeous person you had ever seen with your own two eyes. He strutted across the spacious living room. In all the years you had been over your best friend's house, you had never seen whoever this man was in her house. You were almost angry she didn't introduce you sooner.

“Who’s that?” you whispered, keeping your eyes on the unknown man sitting on the couch on the phone. He sat on the sofa with familiarity, lying on his side on the sectional.

“My brother,” Utahime said with disdain, scoffing while flipping through the magazine. You looked between them, trying to find some similarity in their features. Maybe they looked somewhat related if you looked long enough, but that was stretching it. “Step-brother,” she answered.

Nodding, you peeked back at her brother. He was better looking than all the male models in your magazine, which was now getting incredibly boring. “How- uh old is he?” you asked, trying to come off the least bit suspicious. She giggled like she was expecting you to ask.

“20. Why? You got a crush on Satoru?” she whispered, snickering at you. Your hands quickly found her mouth, covering it just in case her brother heard. Something wet swiped across your palm, moving your hand back, you looked back in disgust, wiping the spit residue on your jeans. Sartoru’s previous conversation on the phone ended as he set his phone on the coffee table. “Well, that sucks.” She sighed, looking off, avoiding your eyes.

“What, why?”

“Oh, I don't know…”

“C’mon please!” you begged, coming up with the worst possible scenarios in your head. Is he gay? You could probably live with that. Is he a secret weirdo? That's okay, everyone is weird in their way. The worst possible thing could be that he's married. Looking off at his hand now wrapped around the remote, empty; good. He's not wearing a ring plus he's so young.

“Well okay,” she grinned. “He's engaged, it's supposed to be secret, ‘kay?” In the 5 minutes and 37 seconds you have known of Satoru, your heart shattered. Your fantasy of a white picket fence, together married crumpled into a ball, and thrown into a fire. Staring at her in disbelief, ready for her to say “sike” but she never did, instead gossiping to you about Satoru’s secret relationship. Even though you were heartbroken from your extremely brief “crush” you couldn't help but listen.

“Our parents really hate her, like seriously. Like three years ago, she came over and she and Satoru were alone in his room.” She looked around the room before standing up and gathering the magazines. “Let's go upstairs.” Nodding, taking your bag off the floor, anxious for the rest of the story. Both of you dashed up the stairs, Satoru looking skeptical of the two of you, your feet pattering up the steps.

You sat on her bed in her room as she closed her bedroom door. “What happened?” you pleaded. What could his fiancée have possibly done to make their parents not like her so much? From what you've seen of them, her parents were so nice. They weren't even mad when Utahime failed gym, arguably the easiest class ever. She laughed, crawling on the bed towards you, lying on her stomach.

“Alright, so my dad walked in on them and she had Satoru literally hanging out of his window.” You gaped, hanging off her every word. “They were arguing with Satoru for hours, even kicking Victoria out.”

“Is that his girlfriend, I mean fiancée?” you asked, happy at the sudden name drop. You were going to ask for her name anyway, but at least Utahime told you before you had to. She nodded, continuing on how he wouldn't tell them for weeks until he finally caved once they threatened to ban her from the house.

“They were trying to sneak out to go to his friend's party. You know how my parents are, no way was he getting out, and he snuck her over. He ended up getting grounded for a month,” she shrugged. You almost forgot he was old enough to even go to parties, even worse, they had been together for three years.

“Wait so why don't they like her?” You questioned if she was already not allowed before the window incident, what happened to make them not like her in the first place? She whistled looking around her room. She leaned in closer, lowering her volume. “I don't know much since they didn't tell me but from what I know they think she cheated on him a few times.” Your mouth dropped, how could you cheat on Satoru, your dislike for her grew, that was previously only based on “Victoria” being Satoru’s fiancée, was now fueled by the new information. “I know right! I still don't know if it's true or not, but they are engaged so they worked it out somehow...” She shrugged, rolling her eyes.

“Woah, what are we gossiping about?” The bedroom door was open, with a very hot Satoru standing against the frame. It didn't seem like he was standing there long; at least not long enough to hear Utahime gossiping about his love life. He looked between the two of you before plopping on the bed.

“Oh my god, you still don't know how to knock?” She face palmed moving away from him. He laughed, it was music to your ears, shrugging as he looked back at you.

“Don't even miss your sweet big brother, you're harsh.” he sulked, wiping a fake tear from his dry eyes.

“I've missed you oh so very much,” she said with faux enthusiasm, “Are you done now?” she sighed moving up towards the headboard and you. Even from across the bed, he smelled like vanilla, somewhat of cookies too.

“Gosh, she's so mean, stay safe,” he warned looking at you. Your face heated up at him addressing you, he was so dreamy it was driving you crazy. “What's your name? Utahime is so embarrassed of her brother she didn't even introduce me. I'm Satoru,” he said, rolling off the bed, waiting for you to answer, but you were utterly speechless. Picking up on your situation, Utahime answered for you.

Pushing Satoru towards the door, “Okay, get out!” she pushed trying to close the door on him, ignoring his constant pleas.

“Wait- remember our deal right? I'll tell them later tonight, okay?” he said, holding the door open with his hands as her back was against it.

“Yeah yeah I remember to go now.” finally pushing the door closed, barely missing his fingers. Turning the lock, waiting to hear his footsteps go back down the stairs. “God, he is so annoying.” she groaned, swiping off her leggings.

“And hot.” you blurted out. She looked at you in pure disgust, putting her finger toward her mouth in a puking motion. She sat back on the bed, fixing the bedding that Satoru had messed up.

“You're so gross, he's going to be back for a while because of spring break.” You nodded, making a mental note in your head to keep your hangouts at her house. For the rest of the afternoon, the two of you talked about mundane things before it was time for you to go home. Out the door, you took one last look at Satoru before leaving and getting in your parents' car.

Every time you went over to Utahime’s house during breaks, the anticipation that Satoru would be there filled your stomach with butterflies. She often joked that you were only her friend for her brother; which was entirely false and she knew that. By the time you were 16 with a boyfriend of your own, Satoru turned into a distant crush and something to laugh about with Utahime. Once you moved to college, you assumed you would probably never see him again unless it was with Utahime back home, but he rarely came over after he got married.

“I need a job,” you complained, sipping on your iced coffee that was becoming watery. Your last job fired you after ownership switched over and you were struggling to find a new one. The cafe was relatively empty, and was close to campus. You even tried applying here, but they denied your application.

Utahime across from you perked up, “You remember Satoru right?” she asked, continuing to type on her computer. You nodded, he had become Utahime’s trump card whenever she wanted you to do something for a year and a half. “He moved around here recently but he needs a babysitter. He asked me but I'm too busy. Want me to ask? Pay is pretty good too,” She explained, telling you the days which were mostly weekends, Mondays, and Wednesdays.

Your eyes lit up, the days fit right in your schedule and it wasn't for too long either. “How much and how many kids?” You asked, scrolling through your relatively empty calendar.

“50 an hour and it's just one.”

“Send me his number,” you replied quickly. You've had previous sitting experience so this should be a piece of cake. If anything, you didnt even know he had a kid, but it was kind of to be expected since he and his wife had been together for so long. Grabbing her phone, a message popped up on your laptop showing the number she sent. Immediately you added his number, preparing what to send.

Your finger rapidly typed against the keyboard, rereading the message, making sure it was professional enough and no grammatical errors. The message was sent, and the delivered icon showed at the bottom of the text. “Wow you're quick, you'll get it don't worry. My nephew is good too,” she assured you, giving a thumbs up from behind her computer.

Hopefully…there was no way you could go another week without some kind of income.

Sighing, you got back to studying, keeping an eye on your notifications for a message from Satoru. The rest of the session went on with the hope of a response in the back of your mind, pushing you to study more to get it off your mind. The orange glow of the sunset radiated through the café's wide windows. “I'm tired, let's get back.” You yawned, stretching your body on the chair. Taking off your glasses to let your eyes rest from looking at the screen of your laptop for hours on end. You wore them for blue light protection, especially for studying on days like this. Utahime agreed, jumping up in her seat to start packing up.

Gathering your things, and placing them neatly back into your study bag, your phone vibrated on the table. ‘Yep, it's still open! Would you be okay coming over sometime this week for an interview?’ Doing a silent celebration in your head, you responded yes, telling him you were free anytime this week. ‘Awesome, let's do tomorrow at 3!’ he responded immediately. Your fingers typed back, ‘Thank you, and see you soon!’.

“Who are you texting?” Utahime smirked, peeking over at your phone.

“Your brother. I have an interview with him tomorrow.”

“Congrats, make sure to not flirt with my brother.” she quipped, pulling her bag over her shoulder. You were laughing behind her. That crush was so long ago, that you were not going to flirt with your potential boss, especially not when he's married with a kid.

Pulling into the driveway of the large house in front of you. There was even a fountain in the front! It was the address Satoru sent to you, there was only one car in the driveway, other than yours. Ringing the doorbell next to the large double doors with frosted glass. You could hear a bit of clattering and feet pattering before the door opened. Staring at the older man in front of you, you're glad you didn't make any promises with Utahime. He looked as gorgeous as ever, probably even more since the last time you saw him was a few years ago at Utahimes 18th birthday.

“You're here!” he said, opening the door wide, and leading you in. “You can leave your shoes here,” You took off your shoes, placing them neatly on the shoe mat. “Thank you. You can have a seat on the coach over there,” he pointed towards the living room on your right. He sounded somewhat the same as you remember, still a little boyish but more mature; sexier. The house was beautiful, almost more than it was outside. Walking towards the living room, I had a large sofa with a coffee table across from it and a massive television attached to the wall.

Movie nights must be great. You wondered sitting on the edge of the plush couch cushion. It took a few moments before Satoru came back. “Sorry, my son just left, I was cleaning up a bit but I lost track of time.” He wiped off the back of his joggers, trying to look more presentable. “Alright, let's get started!” he sat down in a chair in front of you. He started asking you about your last jobs and handed him your printed resume showing all the job experience you've had. You were trying to pay attention to his questions, but your mind would annoyingly wander about how sexy he was. Every few minutes you would look around the room for family pictures. There was a painting on the wall but that was it.

“My baby is my pride and joy. If anything were to happen to him, I don't know what I would do.” his carefree tone throughout the interview turned serious. You nodded profusely, your hands getting sweaty on your lap, your back straightening. “It's okay, no need to be so nervous. I've been trying to find a sitter for weeks, my work has been getting a little demanding.” he chuckled, giving you a thumbs up. “50 an hour Monday and Wednesday 6 to 10 and weekends 5 to 11. You're good, your resume looks fantastic. Do you have any questions for me?”

“How old is your son?”

“He's 10 months old.” he responded with a smile, “He is so adorable, I can show you a few pictures on my phone. Sae looks just like me,” he said pridefully pulling his phone out of his pocket, his lock screen being a baby with white hair in a blanket asleep. He opened an album that seemed to be solely dedicated to his son. He showed you pictures and he wasn't wrong, the kid looked identical to him.

“He's so cute, your twin.” You said staring at the picture of him playing with a toy set. He agreed, looking fondly at the screen. He handed you a paper schedule explaining that he would let you know if there were any date changes and that there was a feeding schedule on the fridge and where his food was.

“In the packet, it has everything from his favorite shows to his nap times,” he explained, showing you around the large home. It was ardently clear his son was the light of his life, he had a 10-page packet front to back dedicated to his son. If anything it was a bit obsessive, but you could understand. Leaving your child with someone gets scary, and being there is important even if it's the exact spot of the bed the baby sleeps best at.

Very thorough.

“That should be everything, are you good this weekend?” he asked, with a pleading look in his eye. You were going to go clubbing but you can always do that some other time. Once the words yes fell out of your mouth, he gave you spilling out multiple thank yous. “You're a saint,” he said your name, the way it rolled off his tongue tickled your brain in a way it shouldn't. He was a very married man with a kid. Maybe your hormones were weird, he was completely off limits, and even worse, he was Utahimes brother. He let you out of his tight embrace, his demeanor uplifted.

“I'll see you this weekend!” he said, seeing you off to your car. You unlocked the car door as he opened it for you. You must be ovulating the way you tried to tear your eyes away from his arms traveling downward…”Drive safely.” He grinned watching you get inside the driver's seat.

“Thank you so much for today! I'll see you Saturday.” Putting your car in reverse, you waved back at him as he walked back to the house. This job would take a lot of self-control, but you hoped once the kid was with you, then the professional switch in your brain would finally click.

The next few days were a blur, Saturday morning, Satoru sent you a confirmation text, making sure you were still coming. It almost makes you wonder why he struggled so much to find a sitter. The pay was good and the hours weren't bad, even better, it's a baby. Utahime said he lived close, but it was almost a 30-minute drive to his house, so you had to get ready early wearing some yoga pants and a zip-up hoodie.

You sang along to the songs playing in your car as you drove damn near a half hour to Satoru’s house but it's okay at least his face made up for it. When you pulled into the driveway, there was another car, other than Satoru’s. Must be his wife. You sighed, you knew at some point you would need to meet her. Even after all these years, you'd never seen her face, not even a picture. Getting out of the car, getting your bag, the thick packet tucked safely in a folder.

“Bye, sweetie mommy loves you.” A woman with long hair bent down kissing the Sae on the forehead before walking past you completely. Satoru waved goodbye to her as she entered her vehicle.

Satoru called your name as you looked at the woman in the car. Your imagination had come up with many possibilities of what she could have looked like, especially since Sae took after Satoru. His genes were strong as hell. She was beautiful and looked sophisticated, they were a cute couple. You were almost jealous but you had other things to worry about like your job. “Sorry, here I come.”

He was already dressed in a business suit, “I have to go, but thank you and I'll see you at 11.” he rambled, giving the one last kiss, “I'll miss you so much, be good okay.” He gave you a final goodbye before rushing to his car.

“It's just me and you.” You spoke to the baby who looked at you confused. “Oh right.” You introduced yourself to Sae who played on the strings of your jacket as you held him. You brought him inside, checking the clock, he still had an hour until snack time.

You played with him on his building blocks until nap time. You were pretty surprised as he didn’t cry, he was a smiley baby if anything. He was literally his father's clone. Same eyes, hair, and even his chubby baby hands. No DNA test was needed for the father at least…mother was a different story. They had little to no resemblance; you almost questioned if she was the mother in the first place. Perhaps it's because you were used to Satoru’s face, it was the only one you could see. The baby started drooling at the commercials on the screen of his room's television; looking at the time, it was already snack time.

Crouching down to pick him up, you noticed a picture on the diaper cabinet with a Polaroid picture of Sae, Satoru, and his wife. They looked like a happy family grinning ear to ear in the picture. You smiled to yourself, someday you did want a family of your own, but first, you needed to finish your last year in college and handle your job once you graduate. For now, all you could do was fantasize. Carefully going down the grand staircase with the child on your hip.

You opened the fridge, it was packed full of healthy food, a few packed lunches sitting on the top shelf and baby food right next to it. Grabbing the unsweetened yogurt and a baby spoon out of one of the drawers. As Sae ate, you watched the sunset from the windows. After this, it would be nap time according to the packet, and a note stated that he liked to sleep next to someone. You giggled imagining Satoru lying next to Sae, both napping together, you'd bet Satoru had a picture of that too.

Once he was done, you washed the spoon in the sink, rinsing the bubbles from the sponge and dish soap. Getting the baby from the booster, you took him back up to his room, sitting on the grey recliner next to the crib. Sae started yawning, lying on your chest, as a child show on Netflix played on the television on the wall. After the first episode, he went to sleep spittle pooling on your jacket. He was so cute it hurt. Seeing how he was today, it would be an easy job, the hardest part being his father.

Grabbing the remote, you decided to put on one of the shows you were watching recently, you clicked on the guest account, typing the show into the search bar. Clicking play on the last episode you watched, skipping the recap and intro. The volume was turned down low enough that it would wake the little gojo lying on you, a blanket draped over him.

Occasionally he would shift in his sleep, turning over onto your arm, giving you a little more room to move. Your phone rang on the table next to you, quickly grabbing it so it wouldn't wake the baby. “Hello?” you whispered into the phone, you hadn't even checked who the caller was.

“Aw, you guys look so cute,” a familiar voice said over the phone, you could see he had a pout through the phone almost. You stifled a giggle looking toward the camera in the corner of the room, pointing at both of you. You waved with your hand. “Hello to you too, just checking in. It's nap time, so I assumed he was asleep,” he stated. You looked at the camera knowing he was watching through the cameras.

“Yeah he's been great,” you muttered, keeping the small blanket on Sae. You were becoming a little cold, your legs crossed to keep in what little heat you had.

“That's good, I was a little worried he would be shy around you but you're getting along great. I knew you would be perfect.” Your face began to heat up from the compliment, but you tried not to take it any other way than professionally. “What are you watching?” he asked, through the phone, it sounded like he was in a quiet area.

“It's grown-ish, don't worry I'm on the guest account,” you answered, Satoru chuckling through the phone. “What?” you questioned wondering what he could be laughing about.

“Are you even old enough to watch that?” he joked, watching your reaction through the camera.

“I'm 23, not 12.” You scoffed, your arms were becoming stiff under the baby’s weight. Gently you moved him to the side of your phone to switch places.

“God you make me sound old,”

“You're 29, that's not too bad.” You yawned. It was almost 9 and you were also a little sleepy, even though all you'd done all day was sit if you could even call it that, when it was so easy.

“I'm surprised you remember how old I am.” You had a feeling he was about to bring up some embarrassing memories. “Oh yeah, sorry about today, I meant to stay a bit to make sure he did well but I got caught up with Victoria.”

“No, it's okay I understand.” Your eyes watered from how tired you were.

“Hey he's not waking up as long as you're under him, he puts me to sleep every time.” He said he heard the tiredness in your voice.

“I couldn't do that, definitely not on the first day.” You pushed yourself awake. No way were you going to fall asleep on the job, that would be too embarrassing.

“Whatever you say captain.” he laughed. “Oh, I have to go now, I'll see you late tonight if you're not asleep.” You were going to reply but hung up. Looking at your phone, you might as well check and see if anyone texted you. Utahime did, but you might as well call her, she is such a slow texter it'll take her 3 years to text you back. The phone rang 4 times before she picked up.

“How is it going over there?” She asked breathing into the phone. It sounded like she was at the gym. You could hear Sae’s soft snoring, which you're sure was getting picked up through the phone. “Didn't admit your undying love for Satoru yet, did you?” she sneered. You rolled your eyes, if only he wasn't married.

“It's going good and no, I did not. I just got off the phone with him before I called you,” you whispered, keeping the phone propped up on your neck. She whistled through the phone background machinery and chatter in her background.

“At my party you couldn't even look him in the face, now you're holding this kid. Couple goals!” Utahime quipped before cursing into the phone. You tried holding in your laughter, kids without a nap weren't fun, and you did not want to see what Sae was like without one.

“That's what you get.”

“Shut up, this fucking stairmaster is hell.” She grunted, perceiving through whatever “hell” she was going through. You continued to talk to her about your day, keeping an eye on the time, and the sleeping child on your arm. Your bodies lay comfortably on the recliner waiting for time to pass and for you to get in your own bed. By the time you got off the phone with her, it was already 10:30.

It was late so Sae was officially asleep for the night. Carefully getting up, you placed the baby inside the crib, laying on the soft mattress.

“I'm home!” Satoru cheered, giggling at the keys from downstairs and opening the oak doors. Your stuff was already packed ready to go home and sleep. “I brought food.” he smiled, holding up a brown bag. You were going to eat a cup of ramen noodles at home but it wouldn't hurt eating here. It's free food!

Settling at the island in the kitchen you climbed to the top of one of the stools. He pulled out two plastic containers of Chinese food, the aroma filling your nose. “Got it on my way back.” you waited for him to start eating first as he mixed the ingredients together. The food was surprisingly good and still warm, looking between your containers you noticed he got you the same thing as him.

“You have good taste.” it wasn't just a compliment on his taste in food but rather everything from his home to his wife. Hell, he even had the good Q-tips. He perked up his brows furrowing as he swallowed the rest of his food.

“Where do you think Utahine gets it from,” he smirked. “If I didn't take over the business I would totally do that new age influencer thing,” he said, taking a large bite out of the rest of his food. You weren't even half finished. You knew his family was rich but nothing about a business. Maybe someday down the line, you'll ask for a raise.

“What would your employees do without you?” you joked stretching your legs yawning into your hands. Finishing your food Satoru watched talking endlessly about his employees. One thing you did remember about Satoru was that he talked a lot.

“Poor Ijichi needs a vacay.” he sulked, throwing the plastic containers into the waste bin. The conversation felt so natural and so comforting. It had been a while since you talked to anyone other than close friends.

“You could send him on vacation.” he stared at you, considering your suggestion as though he hadn't thought about that.

“You're right. I could.” taking off his suit jacket only wearing the white button-up. “Wanna help me come up with some places? I was thinking somewhere warm.” Alone with him any longer? Too dangerous.

“Maybe next time,” you looked between him and the clock. The drive would be long enough to clear your mind of these indecent thoughts.

“Oh right, campus is quite the drive.” he offered to drive you home but you denied getting into your car. The drive alone was something you needed. Wishing him a goodnight he watched you drive off your headlight illuminating the dark empty street.

The next few shifts with Sae and Satoru became your routine. After a month you didn't even need to refer to the packet when it was time for the baby's bath time and which particular order to use his soaps. That small part of you sensed that innocent crush slowly resurfaced the more contact with Satoru. When his gaze lingered for a little too long you figured you were imagining it but some part of you wished you were right. He'd bring the both of you food at the end of your shift even sharing the rest of your food only after he finished begging for a bite even though it's the exact same thing as what he had.

11:15 pm

The jingling of keys opened the door carefully. “I'm home…” there was no response or patterning of feet coming down the staircase. Empty and quiet. Unusual.

Going upstairs, Sae's room was empty and the light shut off. Worry started to fill Satoru’s mind. The house was way too quiet and you and Sae were nowhere to be seen. Calling your name frantically checking every room upstairs before going to the 1st floor. Turning the corner he was met with your sleeping bodies slump on the couch. Sae lay on your chest, he let out a long sigh, closing the call app on his phone.

The image was too cute to handle, too domestic to think too much about. From an outside perspective, you looked like a mother napping with his baby. Quickly grabbing his phone without a second thought he took a picture of the two of you lying there resisting the urge to utter an audible “aww”.

As cute as you both looked it couldn't have been comfortable. Silently he picked Sae up, taking him upstairs to his crib. When he returned downstairs you were still asleep changing positions curled up on the sofa.

Picking your pliant body up holding you in his arms as he traveled upstairs. He debated between his room and the guest room. Currently, the guest room has been turned into temporary storage. His room it is. He tried desperately to ignore your hand that was grasping his chest. Carefully setting your body on his mattress draping the lush duvet over your body. Drool had slipped through your plush lips taking his thumb he wiped the residue going just a little too slow taking in how soft your cheek was. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, the corners of your mouth twitched making him retreat, yanking his hand away.

Too close…

Looking down the imprint of his cock strained against his slacks. He was sleeping on the couch. There was no way he could lay in the same bed as you. He could barely keep his hands to himself when you sat across from him telling him about your day. Ever since the moment you stepped inside his home, he knew he had to practice self-control sitting in the car watching you through the security cameras as you walked through the house as you lived there memorizing the rooms no longer needing to wander aimlessly trying to find the bathroom.

Stepping into the shower connected to his room letting the frigid stream travel down his body trying to tame his hard-on. His mind started to race with the image of you with his child ring on your finger tied to him forever. The thought alone had him wrapping his hand around his cock in slow strokes. Depictions of you filling his mind the way your ass looked in those gray flare pants or how prettily your tits looked in a square cut top. It wasn't even that low cut, however, just the tiniest bit of cleavage peeking through. Suddenly his imagination conjured an image of you pregnant with his kid's stomach round and large. Spurts of cum splattered on the shower tiles.

Fuck.

When you awoke there was no longer a child lying on your stomach and you were way too comfortable. The room looks unfamiliar and the bed is too large to be your own. Turning your attention to the sound of a shower running and turning off. The room lights were dimmed making it easier for your eyes to focus. The door in the corner of the room opened and your eyes widened. Satoru stood there with only a pair of pajama pants on and a towel drying his hair.

“Oh, I’m sorry-”

“No, it's okay I thought you were…asleep,” he said, opening a few drawers and grabbing some clothes. You watched him attentively droplets of water from his hair dripping onto the floor. The muscles of his back moved as he dug through the drawer grabbing a fluffy blanket On the nightstand, there was a framed picture of Sae dressed as an elf. So it was Satoru’s room.

“Where are you going?” you asked as Satorg opened the door to the hallway. He looked surprised holding his blanket exiting the room.

“Downstairs..”

“Why?” pulling the cover off you got up your top it was hiked up showing a sliver of your midsection. “You could sleep in here,”

“But you're in here?” You looked at him confused. You were both adults. There was nothing wrong with being in a room together, alone.

“I have to go home anyway.” getting up, fixed the cover, pulling it back over the mattress.

“It's already late you might as well stay here.” he protested he wasn't wrong it was already 12 and to be honest you really didn't feel like driving especially not when Satoru was shirtless in front of you a small blush tinting his complexion. “So it's settled, you stay up here I go downstairs.”

“It's your room, I can't kick you out. Just stay here”

“You're a guest, it's too uncomfortable for you to sleep there.” one thing the couch wasn't uncomfortable but sure it he insisted.

“We can just sleep together then.” You didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, prepared to say never mind and beat him downstairs to reflect on what you said.

“Okay.” you didn't expect him to say yes, thankfully (unfortunately?) he didn't take what you said the wrong way and climbed into the bed. He peeled the cover back, opening a spot for you to lay down. Lying down putting the cover over yourself staring at Satoru’s back in front of you. The only thing separating you is the indent in the plush duvet. The air was thick with heat, whether, from the heavy blanket or the tension between you, you weren’t sure.

Your senses were hyper-aware of every crinkle in the bed trying to force yourself asleep. Closing your eyes but only images of Satoru’s bare chest moist and glistening from his shower. Your body was stiff against the bed hoping I'd you didn't make any movements the man next to you wouldn't notice how hot your body was growing or worse the heat developing in your panties.

Swiftly Satoru turned over facing you, his cerulean eyes examining your expression. You prayed that in the dark room, he couldn't see the way your eyes traveled to his lips, they looked so soft, delicate. His body seemed a lot closer than when you first laid down if you focused you could feel the faint air from his breathing. You could move over and prevent whatever impulsivity that you would possibly regret.

Your body inched just a little closer enough that you could see his individual lashes. They were long and full, guys always had nice lashes but his were as beautiful as the rest of his face, they complimented his eyes. So pretty. At least you ten years had taste.

“You think I'm pretty?” he said staring back at you, you would've been embarrassed but you were too distracted by the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke. “You're pretty too…” he moved some of your hair out of your face. You would really regret this later.

Before you even realized what you were doing, you reached for him, your lips brushing his. It was tentative at first, just a small touch. But then Satoru’s hand found your head, and the kiss deepened, slow but undeniable. Your fingertips grazed his chest feeling the soft skin. His hands traveled down your bag, his touch electric against your skin sending shivers up your spine. Crawling onto his lap, your hands feeling to his skin every dip and curve. His hands wandered down your top slipping under to touch your skin. Your lips were intoxicating as he drank in the kiss pulling back only to breathe.

His pupils were staring at your figure above him, he resisted the urge to rut his hips against yours for friction. Your hands were exploring his body groping wherever you could. The kiss was fervent basking in the way you tasted; you were so perfect. Suddenly you pulled back your face full of horror.

“This is so wrong-”

“I'm not that bad of a kisser-” he grazed his lips confused. That wasn't the problem, he was good too good. If you didn't pull back now you're afraid you wouldn't have.

“You're married!” you cried whispering so that Sae 3 doors down wouldn't hear. Satoru's face dropped into a look of humor holding a hand over his mouth. “This is not funny, I can't be a homewrecker!” you began to crawl off of him, tears welling in your eyes in the shame of the situation. His hand found you pulling you back on his lap. He held you tight in his arms, shushing your constant pleas.

“I got divorced months ago,” he stated plainly, your body was still in his arms as he rocked you. This entire time it was one of the many reasons preventing you from pouncing on him. He cupped your face close to his pecking your lips, wiping the salty tears from your face. “Thought you picked up on that already, guess not.” pinching your cheeks you wrapped your legs around him.

Now the only renewed fever pressing his lips onto yours. Your breaths came out sharp and unrestrained, your chests rising. Your bodies pressed flush, every point of contact burning, like you could consume each other if you would. His name escaped your lips in ragged whispers. Dragging your shirt off revealing the Victoria's Secret bra underneath. His hands wrapped around your waist keeping you balanced as he leaned back letting your hips rock against his. The fabric separating the two of you was becoming unbearable. Your clothes were too hot.

Your fingertips traced fervid lines down his abs and abdomen. His hands swiftly unclipped the hooks of your bra letting it fall off your shoulders and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Flipping you over your body jolting against the mattress, hastily pulling off your leggings and drenched panties in one go. He pushed your knees back watching how slick spilled out your pussy. Taking a finger collecting some that was dripping down sucking in his finger. You were going to drive him crazy.

Plunging his fingers inside your walls contracting at the intrusion sucking him in. The loud squelching of your pussy echoed through the room. You tried stifling your moans holding a hand over your mouth, your hips rocked back on his fingers as they roughly plunged in and out of you. You felt that tight core build up in your stomach until you came on his fingers, your toes curling in the air.

He had you folded your knee and touch the bed beneath you, pinned to the bed as he cock aligned with your hole easing in slowly. You gasped, eyes rolling in the back of your head. The stretch was so immense it almost hurt but the pleasure was too good. Once he bottomed out he waited for your walls to adjust to him. He cursed, rubbing languid around your clit. It was so hard keeping your voice in his agonizingly slow thrusts almost like he was testing how much you could take. Biting your lip keeping what sounds that wanted to escape your mouth in.

“That's good, you're so good,” he whispered, watching how his girth stretched your cunt swallowing every inch.

“F-faster- I can take it.” you moaned clenching around him desperate with more; as he pulled out glancing between your face and the soaking mess of your hole. Readily he pulled out before slamming into you knocking the air out your lungs. The pace was brutal. With every thrust his tip kissed your cervix, making him incredibly deep within you.

“Shit don't look at me like that might want to put a in you,” you were too out of it to tell if he was joking or not but you didn't care.

“Do it!” You cried out his name, the weight of hips thrusting into your heat had your core building up another orgasm. His velvet voice whispered in your ear. Your mind was too cloudy to make out what he said, it didn't matter. You moaned out a hushed yes.

The way your gummy walls wrapped around him he could stay like this forever, drilling into your heat. The way your tits bounced he could imagine them full of milk ready to be freed, the thought of a condom didn't even cross either of your minds. If he didn't slow down he'd paint your walls full of cum without a second thought. He muttered out praises drunk off your pussy.

“Fuck- hngh I’m soo close,” you whimpered your hands gripping the sheets as his pace continued. Your walls constricted around him gushing on cock. Your body spasmed a silent scream leaving your lips as you came. He groaned at how tight you were making small thrusts letting you ride out your orgasm. Thank god he and his ex divorced. You don't know if you'll ever give up the high you're on.

“Baby don't cry, remember you have to be quiet,” he wiped the wet tears from your eyes as he chased his own orgasm. His fingers left bruises on the back of your thighs keeping your body pinned to the mattress. His cock twitched inside of you, his cock pulverizing your insides. Little droplets of water dripped onto the mattress and your stomach, his hair still a little wet. Your face was so fucked out he couldn't help but stare drinking in your expression. “You can do it- hah I'm close.” he moaned, pressing your body further into the mattress impossibly digging deeper inside of you.

“Don't pull out, ngh- cum in me please!” you pleaded your hands grasping his biceps, your doe-eyed begging him to cum your sweet pussy holding him hostage above you. How could he say no? Almost instantly with one last thrust, his cock punctured into your hole stuffing your insides. Your eyes rolled back the warm liquid filling your womb. It was so satisfying the little moans Satoru let out keeping your body in place as he came.

“Don't move, I want to see how much you can fit. It'd suck for it to fall out.”

#this was yummyyyy #gojo smut

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