Daffo

The man just looked at you for half a second before turning again and moving towards the exit, no apologies or even an acknowledgement. “Asshole” you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes.

You finally got your luggage, stepping outside the plane into the freezing fucking cold. You were not used to this weather, and your face immediately turned into a scowl at the sight of all the happy families nuzzling up against each other for warmth. All you had were your arms and a coat too thin for this kind of temperature.

Great start, you thought with a pout, willing your body to move while cursing yourself for not booking the trip somewhere warm instead. Turns out the cold really was only good for romance.

But your mood did improve when you finally reached the ski lodge. You were sitting on a little mini bus, listening to music on your headphones when the bright lights of the hotel started coming into vision among the whiteness of the snow.

It was beautiful.

Tucked among the trees, right by a mountain slope, little wooden lodges that made up the hotel you would be spending the next ten days in. Your mouth hung open, watching how the warm lighting coming from each window made the place look almost magical, like a snow covered forest inhabited only by fireflies.

Stunning.

You exhaled, taking it all in. Maybe you could still enjoy this solo. Maybe the beauty in front of you was enough to heal your pained heart. Maybe it would even be better without him. Maybe–

“Baby this is so pretty” mumbled a voice sitting behind you.

“Anything for you my love” said another one.

Your mood soured again.

“You have extended your stay, correct?” asked the blonde lady behind the wooden counter. The decoration inside matched the cozy atmosphere of the outside, the room filled with low lighting and warm blankets and rugs to match the rustic vibe.

“Yeah” you confirmed. “I’m staying until the 30th”

“I see” she hummed, clicking on her computer and nodding with a smile to signal it was all correct. Then she looked up at you, squinting her eyes a little. “And will you be expecting someone else?”

Ah, of course, you hadn’t changed that part of the reservation. “Um, no, I don’t think so” you stuttered, a little shy.

She looked sympathetic for a while, cocking her head to the side. “I have the honeymoon suite booked here?”

You gulped, embarrassed. Part of you booked it as a joke, and another part of you booked it because you were hoping it would push that idiot to finally start considering marriage. “My, um, fiancée had to stay home unfortunately. For work” you lied through your teeth.

But her whole face softened, pouting with a little head nod. “I am sorry to hear” was all she said. Her eyes flicked briefly to your ringless hands, but if she thought anything of it, she was professional enough to not mention it.

The honeymoon suite was exquisite. On the highest floor, overlooking the mountains and the ski slopes. It was so beautiful it almost helped you ignore the way your heart dropped seeing the king sized bed all decorated with rose petals, a complimentary bottle of wine sitting on one of the bedside tables.

At least you could definitely still enjoy that alone later.

Standing by the window, seeing the snowfall outside, you finally started to relax. The sun was already setting, and the sky was tinged with purple and pink, adding to the scenic atmosphere of the snow covered mountain. This was about to be a good trip, you promised yourself. A much needed reset.

But first, dinner.

You made your way downstairs, choosing to try the buffet instead of any of the more fancy restaurants. You eyed your options, all laid there in metal containers, while scrambling a little trying to understand the handwriting indicating which plate was which.

In your stalling, someone else cut in right in front, taking your place and reaching for the container right in front of you.

“Hey” you protested. No way this was happening twice in the same day – were people here just rude like that? But when the tall man looked back at you, your mouth opened in disbelief. “You’re the asshole from the plane” you accused, too fast to stop yourself.

Surprisingly though, he grinned at that. “Am I?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, same pair of sunglasses slipping just a little from his nose to showcase stunningly bright blue eyes. You hated how much they caught your attention.

“Yeah” you composed yourself instead, hands on your hips. “You cut me off earlier too”

“Hmm” he hummed, looking up like trying to locate the memory. “Maybe you’re just too slow?” he asked like a genuine suggestion, as if he wasn’t making your blood boil.

“I’m not” you argued with a scoff. “I was reading the labels”

“You were taking too long” he shrugged, moving on to the next container and leaving you, mouth open, staring at his back.

You took a step forward then, making a point to reach across from him and right towards the plate he was looking at. His eyes narrowed at you, snapping his hand back as you forcefully grabbed the spoon he was just reaching for. “Sorry, you took too long” you cooed, like it was nothing.

A little pout formed on his lips, but you could tell he was amused. He lifted his tray over your head – purposefully trying to make you feel small, you thought – but just allowed you to pass in front of him.

You felt victorious, the tall man now relegated to his rightful spot behind you on the queue. A little win, finally.

But then you looked down to see what it was you had blindly chosen, and felt your stomach sink as you saw fish on your plate.

You hated fish.

You tried to hide your scowl, but the man was already noticing something was wrong. He cocked his head, watching you with a sly smile forming at his lips. You couldn’t put the fish back – that was definitely against buffet etiquette, right? And you couldn’t ask if he wanted it, admitting to losing the battle you had only just won.

“Hmmm? Everything okay?” the blue eyed man asked, a teasing lull concealed within the curiosity.

You tskd. “Mind your business” you muttered, rushing along the rest of the buffet. You pushed the fish as close to the edge as you could, trying to get the rest of the food to not touch it as you scrambled to move before the man could make another remark about it.

Slamming your tray with much more force than you had planned, you finally sat down on the corner of the cafeteria. There were long wooden tables all around, inviting guests to socialise and make friends, but you chose the one empty one.

Well, it was empty, until a familiar mess of white hair approached, sitting opposite you.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, already sat.

“I do, actually” you complained.

He laughed, spreading his long legs and resting his chin on his hand. “Why are you so mean to me?” he asked, still smiling.

You scoffed. “You’re rude”

He removed his sunglasses then, setting them aside. The bright blue eyes fully exposed now, you could see the way they were decorated with white feathery lashes as pale as the snow outside, giving him an almost ethereal look. Your chest warmed a bit at how beautiful those eyes were... until he opened his mouth again. “You’re rude too” he argued.

You pouted, lowering your gaze to your plate to not give him the benefit of a reaction. “Then why would you sit here” you mumbled, picking at your food.

He seemed to consider the question. “You’re travelling alone too, right?”

Your heart sank a little at the reminder that yes, you were, even if you were not meant to be. “So what if I am?” you said in a snarky tone.

“Woah, relax” he put his hands up, leaning back. “I just wanted to make friends” he said, head to the side, studying you. “I’m Satoru Gojo”

You looked up at him, wondering what this man’s real intentions could be. He was loud, rude, and something about how he watched you made you feel like he could see right through you.

But he was nice to look at.

Infuriatingly so.

So you offered him your name, and he extended a pale hand over the table. “Nice to meet you” Satoru said.

“Is it?” you mumbled out, letting go of his hand as quickly as you had held it.

He laughed at that, a full, head leaning back laugh. “You’re so mean” he noted, amused.

“I’m not” you argued, heat flushing your cheeks. “You’re the one interrupting my dinner” you pointed out, bringing another spoonfull to your lips. You tried to eat in peace, but his conspicuous stare was too distracting.

Those bright eyes danced all over you, like you were a specimen he was fascinated by. “You don’t like fish?” he mused, noticing the obvious side of the plate you hadn’t touched.

“I’m full” you lied.

“But you seemed to want it so bad” he pondered.

You just rolled your eyes. No point arguing with him. Something about this Satoru made you think he was always two steps ahead when it came to his teasing, and you hated how easily he riled you up.

When you didn’t say anything, he opened his mouth again. “How come you’re here alone?” he asked, genuinely curious now. “Boyfriend didn’t want to come?”

You slammed your fork down with so much force it startled him. You looked up at this Satoru Gojo, and his expression changed immediately, brows furrowing when noticing his obvious attempt at flirting had backfired completely. “I’m going back to my room” you snarled instead. “Good night”

December 21st

You stretched your arms over your head, filling your lungs with the fresh mountain air as your mind struggled between sleep and wakefulness. In your half asleep state, you reached for someone who wansn’t there – only to be met by the empty side of the bed you were still not used to.

You weren’t meant to be here alone, you sighed. When would this start to feel normal?

But looking at the window by the bedside, the gorgeous landscape did wonders to soften your mood. The sun was shining above the mountain, casting a stunning warm glow on the slopes where you could see tiny people having fun in the distance.

Maybe you’d try that today. Surely the adrenaline would be just what you needed to distract from your first emotion this morning being disappointment. You just needed to get out of your head a little bit. So what if that idiot wasn’t here with you? You were still going to enjoy your trip, no matter what. This was your chance to be spontaneous, courageous, a little daring. It’s the holidays after all – new year new me, right?

Well...the one thing was, you had never actually gone skiing before.

And it seems you had seriously underestimated how hard it actually was.

As soon as you had made your way up the mountain and had your full gear on, your excitement was replaced by absolute dread. What do you mean you were supposed to throw yourself off a mountain in nothing but huge wooden shoes you could barely move around in?

Whose idea of fun was that?!

You gripped the poles as hard as you could, watching how everyone moved around with ease while you felt like a newborn deer. You could feel the sweat dripping off your skin under all the gear, in spite of the cold wind, only adding to your discomfort. Maybe it wasn’t too late to turn around and go back down, surely you could watch from a safe distance and have an even better time, you thought.

And then... your day got worse.

“Ohh?” called a voice you were unfortunately too good at recognising now. “Nice to see you”

You turned around, seeing that idiot Satoru Gojo standing behind you, helmet in hand revealing his wild hair as white as the snow, while standing in his ski gear with the utmost confidence of someone who had done this probably a million times.

“Hi” you muttered, turning away from him.

“It’s great weather for it, isn’t it?” he smiled that infuriatingly bright smile. You nodded with a pout, gripping the stupid poles like your life depended on it because it kind of did. “Wanna go together?” he suggested, and that finally made you turn back to him.

“Together?” you echoed.

“Well, yeah” he laughed. “It’s better with a partner, right?”

You gulped. “...yeah, totally” you agreed.

He kept looking at you with that beaming smile. His eyes were as bright as the sky above, and it struck you how he seemed like he could be a part of the landscape itself. He just looked like he belonged – while you felt like a complete imposture.

“...So?” he asked again.

You considered your choices. Perhaps if he did go with you, you had a better chance of survival than if you attempted this by yourself. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

“Fine” you exhaled.

“Great!” he seemed genuinely happy. “Why don’t we start with that one?” he suggested, pointing at the slope far away that had the sign “experienced skiers only”.

You swallowed hard, but nodded, placing your helmet on tight.

Satoru smiled, effortlessly gliding away without so much as a glance back. Which was all the best for you, given you were attempting to copy his stance and failing miserably while trying your best to just move in the damn things.

But soon enough he noticed you weren’t behind him.

“Hm?” he muttered, turning around to see you scrambling barely inches away from where he had left you. “You good back here?” he asked, gliding towards you again with practiced ease.

“Y-yeah” you replied, an obvious lie.

He kept studying you. “You’ve done this before, right?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Of course” you growled. Another lie.

“Mm, sure” he mused. “Is this a new technique I just haven’t heard about?” he suggested, motioning his hands to your awkward stance, smile already plastered all over his face.

You snarled at him.

He laughed. A full chested, amused, mocking laugh.

“How about we start with the bunny slope instead?” he suggested, referring to the kids slope.

You swallowed hard, your ego bruised, but you couldn’t deny the idea of not dying on a ski trip was much more appealing.

“Come on” he motioned. “I prefer it anyway. Maybe you can teach me some of that technique, yeah?” he said, clearly mocking but you also couldn’t help noticing how kind his tone was.

Satoru could have embarrassed you outright and gone for the pro alone. Instead, he suggested the bunny slope like it was for his benefit and not yours.

Or maybe you were just giving him the benefit of the doubt too much.

But seeing the bunny slope was a relief. Sure, there were little kids awkardly gliding around next to patient parents, but it looked like it was almost fun. You were just beginning to relax a little bit.

Satoru kept watching you, seeming pleased that you were finally beginning to breathe a little deeper.

“You’re holding it wrong” he said then, voice surprisingly kind and patient. You turned your head to him, about to ask what he meant, but Satoru was already moving closer. “Here” he said, placing a hand above yours where you were gripping the pole like you feared they’d run away from you.

The sudden touch made your heart skip a beat, and you stayed frozen, allowing him to readjust you. “There you go” he said, moving behind you now. “Can I?” Satoru asked, hands hovering a little above your waist. You were struck by his sudden warmth, and still a little flustered by the unexpected contact. Your head just bobbed up and down, completely out of words.

Satoru placed two hands around your middle, readjusting your posture. “Bend a little bit” he instructed, and you did, ignoring how your heart beat a little too fast for your liking. “There you go. But keep your back straight” he said, pressing a palm to your lower back while you tried to follow his guidance without physically combusting.

“Keep your weight forward” he explained, finally letting go of you and moving so you could watch as he demonstrated. “See?” he asked, and your eyes moved over his tall frame showcasing exactly what he meant. He moved with such elegant ease, it was almost magnectic.

You were glad for the thick headgear hiding your flustered cheeks.

“Yeah” you said, voice a little too raspy for your liking. “Thank you” you mumbled out, sweat clinging to your gloved hands.

He smiled at your softening. “I’ll be right next to you, yeah?”

You nodded. The first push off the slope was a little awkward, but his instructions did help. Satoru kept his eyes on you the whole time, muttering little corrections whenever you lost balance, standing a little in front whenever you faltered.

He was a surprisingly good instructor.

“There you go” he beamed, skiing up ahead to watch proudly from a distance as you moved like you were born for this.

Well, for about five seconds.

The burst of excitement got the better of you and before you knew it, you were picking up speed and going a little too fast for what you were comfortable with. “Wait–” Satoru startled, moving instinctively to your front.

But it was too late.

You crashed right into him. In the middle of the bunny slope. With all the little kids and their parents watching with puzzled, if not entertained expressions.

Gojo took the brunt of the fall as you tackled him into the ground, both bodies falling all tangled together into the fluffy snow. Your heart beat fast with embarrassment and something else, tears prickling at your eyes for having failed like that.

Despite the shock, Satoru didn’t seem to mind. His hands held on to your waist, stabilising your body over his. “Tackling your instructor isn’t really part of the lesson” he laughed under you. “But I can’t say I mind” he teased, and that’s when you pushed off him with too much force, scrambling to stand up while all your body seemed to do was sink deeper into the all encompassing snow.

“Hey hey” he called, sitting up and extending a hand to help. “I’m just joking”

“It’s not funny” you mumbled out, everyone eyeing the idiot thrashing around, every little bit of anxiety and self consciousness crashing over you.

“Hey” Gojo extended a hand to you, noticing how your voice was cracking at the edges. “It’s fine, everyone falls on their first–”

“It’s not fine” you protested, wanting to do nothing but hide. “I can’t even–”

“Here” he said, literally gripping your waist again to help you stand up. “You have to do it slowly” he explained, finally easing you upright.

“Thanks” you muttered, feeling the tears of shame already forming behind the goggles.

“It’s fine” he waved it off. “Besides, I quite enjoyed that” Satoru teased again, and you felt your chest fill with heat this time.

You grunted, glad he couldn’t see how hard you were rolling your eyes. “Thanks for the lesson” you groaned, taking awkward steps away from him and this skiing nightmare.

December 22nd

You spent the night before avoiding him. Not just because of the absolute embarrassment on the bunny slope, but also because something about him stirred something in you that you weren’t quite comfortable facing just yet. You wanted to punch his stupid face 99% of the time but when he got that close you caught yourself thinking things you shouldn’t have been thinking.

The last thing you needed right now was another man messing with your head. You’d keep your distance, for your own sanity. He was clearly too hot to be trusted anyway.

That’s why it came to a complete surprise when you opened your door in the morning to find the same man you spent the whole of the night before thinking about just casually standing on the other side.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you growled immediately.

But Satoru seemed as surprised as you. “I–oh, hi? Erm, good morning?” he tried, too awkward for his usually so composed self.

“You’re following me?” you squinted, raising your voice at him.

“Huh? No!” he screeched, putting his hands up in surrender. “This is my room” he pointed to the door opposite yours.

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re joking” you accused.

“No! I’m as surprised as you!” he argued, and something about his high pitched tone did make you believe him.

“Prove it” you crossed your arms, standing defiantly by your door.

Satoru pulled a keycard from his pocket, held it to the door in front of him, which did click green. He looked over with puppy eyes, as if pleading you to believe him, and you just exhaled in acknowledgement. “Fine” you relented, moving to close your door again.

“Wait!” he called, and you halted. “I’ve actually been meaning to speak to you”

You gripped the frame tighter. “About what?”

“Well, yesterday” he started, a little flustered himself, the sharp turn this morning took clearly taking him by surprise just as much as you. “Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry” he started nervously, a tone far too uneasy to match his usual charisma.

You swallowed thickly. “It’s fine” was all you said.

“Are you sure?” he asked, taking a tiny step forward. “My best friend always tells me I take things too far. I’d never want to make you–”

Seeing his genuiness did make you soften just a little. “Honestly, it’s okay” you exhaled. “Thank you for the lesson anyway”

His shoulders finally dropped. “Of course” Satoru exhaled, but he stayed frozen outside your door. His weight kept shifting from side to side, the pure image of uneasiness, but if he wanted to tell you something he didn’t seem to know where to begin.

“Is there something else?” you asked, since the alternative seemed to be just standing outside your door staring at him the whole day.

“I, uh” he scrambled over his words. “Was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner? In a totally platonic way!” he explained once one of your eyebrows rose. “As an apology”

You pursed your lips at him, thinking about the invitation. The lodge had a couple fancy restaurants you still hadn’t tried, and not only was he the only person you really knew here, he was also travelling solo. Meals by yourself really weren’t the same. “A totally platonic dinner?” you echoed.

“Yeah” he smiled, seeing the faintest hint of one on your lips. “Maybe 8pm? Have you been to the terrace restaurant yet?”

“I haven’t” you said, smiling a little at how he had already thought this through. “All right. I’ll meet you there” you agreed, closing the door.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been looking forward to it all day.

By the time it was 7.30pm, you were trying on the third dress in front of the mirror, trying to decide which option made you look best but also not desperate. This was a friendly dinner. You had no reason to be this nervous.

And yet, here you were.

A faint buzzing coming from the large bed finally distraced you from the dresscode spiral you found yourself in. Your hands patted the mattress, finding your phone underneath one of the discarded dresses you had tossed earlier.

One look at it and you were practically seeing red.

“What do you want?” you snarled as soon as you pressed the little green button after seeing your ex’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hello to you too” he scoffed, same infuriating tone as always.

“I asked you a question” you spat, gripping the phone so hard you were surprised it didn’t break.

“Where are you?” was all he said on the other side, completely ignoring you as always.

“None of your business” you sneered, feeling the heat all over your body.

“I went by the flat and you weren’t there” he explained, as if you were doing something wrong by not being where he expected you to be. “I need to see you” he said, as if he hadn’t broken your heart just five days ago.

“Why?”

You heard him exhale on the other side.

“Because I miss you”

You tilted your chin up, hoping the tears prickling at your lashes wouldn’t ruin your mascara. “It’s too fucking late for that” you said, but it came out a little too uneasy for your liking.

“Come on” the guy reasoned. “Just tell me where you are. We can talk this through”

“You broke up with me” you complained, the absurdity of his request completely taking you aback. “Before our trip”

“I...it was a mistake” he exhaled.

You didn’t believe him for a second.

Had his work love affair ended already?

At least the girl was smarter than you if that was the case, getting away from this bastard as fast as she could.

“I don’t care” you said, finally finding your voice. “And I’m going on a date tonight, actually” you announced proudly, though it wasn’t quite the truth.

The silence on the other end was loud.

“A date?” he scoffed, and the way he sounded unconvinced was worst than any kind of jealousy or anger.

“Yeah” you said too fast. “Why is that so surprising?” you complained, biting your lipstick painted bottom lip.

He snorted on the other end. “Just stop playing” he said, like he was speaking to a toddler. “Come home and we’ll talk about it, yeah?”

“I’m not” you protested, hating how you sounded like a child yourself.

Only to make matters worse, you heard him laugh. “Come on baby” he started. “Don’t be like that”

You swallowed hard, the nickname only adding insult to injury. “Do you even know what day tomorrow is?” you asked, hating the way your voice was shaking.

Did he even remember your four year anniversary?

The reason you two had booked the trip in the first place?

“Um” he muttered on the other side, confused. “Christmas eve eve?”

That’s when the tears started running down your painted cheeks, ruining the make up you had spent so long working on. You hated everything about this man. Hated how condescending he was to you, how he thought he could break your heart and expect you to come back days later, how he still employed his pet names like a weapon.

“Don’t call me again” you muttered, hanging up and throwing your phone across the bed again.

You looked at your reflection on the mirror, all smudged and sad and not what you wanted at all. The tears kept coming, your whole body shaking with indignation, unable to just make it stop. By the time the clock ticked 8pm, you were still curled on your bedroom floor, wishing the world would just fade away for a second.

You couldn’t leave the room like this.

A sharp knock came to your door at some point an hour later. You pushed yourself up, dragging your hands across your face and already anticipating another confrontation. You opened it, sheepishly, seeing your date you had been so excited about standing outside with his hands in his pockets, brows furrowed and jaw tight.

But seeing you, Satoru’s face softened immediately.

“Hey” he startled, brows raising. “What–what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry” you mumbled out, voice small, still crying and unable to make it stop.

His long arms wrapped around you instead, pulling you into an unexpected hug. “It’s ok” he shushed you, his frame offering a surprising comfort in this awful night. “Did something happen?” he asked, tone so soft it almost made you tear up more.

You nodded against his chest, unable to say much. You were too embarrassed to look up and let him see your puffy wet face, so you just pressed it further into him. Gojo welcomed it though, smoothing your hair back with a surprisingly gentle touch.

“I’m sorry” he whispered. “I almost wish you had just stood me up” he laughed faintly, though it was clear it had upset him too.

“I didn’t, I–” you started to say, but he just shook his head and held a palm to the back of your head. “…did you come here to fight me?” you asked pitifully, and your voice was so small it had him regretting the way he had knocked so fiercely.

“I was worried” he said. “But maybe that too” he admitted, pulling away just slightly to look at you better. Your smudged make up, your evening dress, all still there. “You look beautiful” he muttered.

You shoved his shoulder back, playfully. “Stop teasing” you pouted.

“I mean it” Satoru smiled, using his sleeve to dab the wetness under your eyes. “You want to tell me what happened?”

That invitation was completely unexpected, but it did untie a little bit of the knot in your throat. “My ex... we were meant to be here together” you started explaining.

“I figured” he exhaled. “Did he do something?”

You nodded weakly. “He just called”

“What a loser” Satoru rolled his blue eyes, the disdain in his tone making you smile.

“Yeah...” you agreed. “I didn’t expect it to hit me this hard” you completed, a little ashamed and half expecting him to say you were overreacting.

But he didn’t. “Do you want to talk about it?” Satoru asked instead.

“I...” you considered it, but ultimately shook your head. “I think I just need a shower and sleep”

“That’s fair” he nodded. “You know where I am if you need” Satoru tilted his head to the opposite door, and the recollection of your awkward run in earlier made you smile.

“Yeah” you laughed at that. “I’m sorry about tonight”

“Don’t be” he waved it off, finally taking a step back towards his room.

“Are you...free tomorrow evening, maybe?” you suggested.

“Yeah” Satoru smiled. “Same time?”

December 23rd

The terrace restaurant Satoru had chosen was beautiful and grand. The dim lighting added to the cozy ambiance, shrouding everything in this soft glow of warmth and comfort. Each table complete with a little blanket for the cold weather, while the skylight opened up to the starry night and the easy fall of the snow.

Satoru was already waiting when you got there.

He wore a white button up that clung to his muscles just right, with sharp deep blue suit trousers and elegant shoes. He still had the signature sunglasses he always seemed to wear, but he pushed them up on his white hair as soon as he saw you come in.

You had settled for a classic cut blue dress, which you hoped wouldn’t be too on the nose, but the colour did compliment your date’s eyes. You felt a little shy about it, but the way his smile beamed when you walked in on your high heels made your fears soften.

“Wow” he grinned, pulling your chair for you. “You look stunning”

You felt the tips of your ears turn pink. “You said you’d stop teasing” you pouted, sitting down.

“I’m not” he grinned, sitting opposite you.

You fiddled with the blanket for a second, throwing it over your lap just to have something to do while you pretended not to notice the way Satoru was looking at you.

“No exes to worry about today?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

You did chuckle at that. “You’re such an asshole” you complained, unable to hide your smile though.

“I thought you liked it?” Satoru grinned.

“What makes you think that?” you rose an eyebrow at him.

“Well, because you’re here” he pointed out. A statement you were unable to refute.

“Maybe I’m just getting used to it” you argued back, and his smile widened.

The waiter came around, and Satoru ordered the fanciest bottle of wine they had on the menu. You hoped he would be covering the bill, considering you were barely able to afford this trip in the first place, but would that be too much to expect from a friendly dinner?

Then he moved on to order the food, and you let him take the lead. “No fish, right?” he winked at you, and you scrunched your nose at the memory of another time you had embarrassed yourself in front of him. Satoru chuckled lowly, before turning his attention back to the waiter and finally, back to you.

“So” he started, swirling his wine. “What did that idiot do to get you to break up with him?”

You felt your face heating up a little bit at the question. “He... he broke up with me, actually” you admitted.

“Oh?” Satoru seemed surprise. “He really is an idiot”

Your cheeks went completely red. “S-stop teasing” you complained, gripping the fluffy blanket tight in an attempt to ground your emotions a little.

“I’m sorry” Satoru said, taking a sip of the sweet wine. “He ended things and now he wants you back? Bold move” he asked, probing you to keep talking. It came to you then how he’d be the first person you were ever opening up about this to.

“Yeah, well” you sipped your wine too, a little too fast. “It’s not happening” you scoffed.

“Ohh? How comes?” he asked, seeming genuinely interested and inspired by your boldness.

You hesitated, watching the way the snow fell among the trees behind his head. “I’m pretty sure he was cheating on me” you finally admitted, voice small, telling him like it was a secret you were guilty of instead of the bastard that did it in the first place.

Satoru’s smug grin faltered completely. “Fuck” he exhaled. “I’m really sorry”

“Don’t be” you tried a faint smile, a little overwhelmed at the sudden admission. “I think its for the best” you said, and though you didn’t fully feel it yet, you knew it was the truth.

“Still, that’s...” he struggled to find the words. “That’s rough”

You bit your lip, agreeing. “I think I should have ended things a long time ago” you admitted. “Today was meant to be our four year anniversary, actually” you told him with a bitter laugh.

He whistled at that, leaning back on his chair. “Four years, huh?” Satoru muttered, studying you. “At least it sounds like you’re in better company now”

That earned a laugh out of you. “Am I?” you raised a brow at him.

Satoru smiled, cocking his head slightly. “Why didn’t you end it sooner?” he asked, and you were surprised your life still interested him.

“I guess... because it was safe. Stable” you shamefully admitted. But he didn’t seem to judge you for it. “I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone a bit” you completed.

“Hence coming on the trip alone?” he asked. The way Satoru seemed to pay attention to everything you were saying was completely foreign to you.

But it did feel nice.

“Exactly” you agreed.

Satoru smiled, twirling his wine. “You might have beent taking that a little too far on the slopes though” he teased, and you got flushed with embarrassment all over again recalling your poor performance. “Attempting to ski without any practice was a bit crazy” he laughed, clearly recalling it like a fond memory.

And you laughed too, despite yourself. “You did make for a good teacher, though” you mumbled shyly.

“I can teach you some more” he smiled. “If you’d like that”

“Maybe I would” you half hid your face behind the wine glass.

The food arrived, taking the focus off of you and into the plates, which you much preferred. As expected, it all tasted incredible – you couldn’t even remember the last time you had a meal like that. Your date seemed to enjoy himself too, but not nearly as impressed as you, making you wonder if this kind of sophistication was just normal to him.

Thinking about it, you didn’t really know anything about him.

“What about you?” you found yourself asking then. “Why come here alone?”

Satoru swallowed, looking like he was considering the question a little bit. “I like getting away sometimes” he explained, between slicing the food, gazing at the plate instead like maybe he wasn’t as comfortable talking about himself as you had previously thought.

“From work, you mean?” you asked, curious about this infuriating stranger who was doing such a good job of charming you.

“That too” he said. “There’s a lot of pressure from all sides. Sometimes I just want to be”

You started at him, feeling like you had just uncovered an important part of the puzzle that was this white haired tourist. With his magnectic charisma and good looks, you would have assumed life just came easy for him.

“You don’t want to spend the holidays with family?” you probed a little, too intrigued.

“We’re not close” he said, but waved it off as soon as he saw your worried eyes. “It’s no issue. I’d usually spend it with my best friend, but he’s away too”

“I see” you hummed. “It’s my first time spending Christmas alone” you admitted, twirling your glass. The thought still made you feel a little sick.

But Satoru cocked his head to the side, bright eyes studying you. “Maybe you don’t have to” he suggested.

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“Well” he leaned back on his chair. “Why don’t we celebrate together?”

That completely caught you by surprise. “You want to... celebrate with me?” you asked between furrowed brows.

“Why not?” he asked casually, chewing his food. “Got anywhere else to be?”

You stared at him, trying to make sense of your own thoughts and come up with a response.

Focus, you kept thinking. The last thing you need is another man messing with you.

But...where else were you supposed to go, anyway?

“Sure” you smiled shyly.

❅ a/n this story has kind of taken over my life and i'm so excited to hear all your thoughts!! tysm for reading<3

You blink a bit, shaking the haze thoughts of him as you yawn a bit, exhausted from Reign keeping you up all night, her tummy had been hurting. You’re sleepily putting things in the cart, baby items, groceries, the essentials, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror above the produce, wincing then. You have a messy bun and are in pajamas, god help you if you ever wanted to meet a guy.

‘Oh hi, I have a baby with a random blue eyed dude from a bar, I’m broke as fuck, and I wear pajamas to the store. Wanna date?’

Yeah. That would go over well.

“It’s… it’s… you!?” You sleepily look up then, so exhausted you barely register the six foot three man for a moment, then suddenly it all hits.

He stares at you, those blue eyes, the eyes your baby has, wide now, his pouty pink lips dropped open. He’s just as gorgeous as you remember him, like it’s some dream, you feel weak then, chest rising and falling as your breaths come too quickly. He steps closer to you then, he hasn’t seen her yet, nestled in her little car seat on the cart, you’re panicking.

“Do you even remember me? Oh my god, that night my phone broke, and I had just got it, they couldn’t transfer the numbers! And I tried to look you up? But I couldn’t find you… and I never saw you… and then- fuck I’m rambling.” He laughs nervously, swiping his hand through his snowy locks. “Forgive me, please… what I mean to say is… Hi?”

“Hi…” Your baby whines then, and Satoru pauses, blinking and you move to the side then, he steps closer when Reign opens her eyes, grinning at him.

Satoru’s heart pounds in his chest, his entire world tilts on its axis, he was already so thrown off by seeing you again, the girl he hasn’t been able to stop thinking of, but now… he looks at you in shock, you look exhausted, but so beautiful, your eyes tear up then, he watches your shoulders slump, then he looks back at the baby, realization sinking in.

“She’s… is she… there’s no way…”

“She’s yours, I only hooked up with you for the past… year.” You manage to say softly, right in the middle of the fruit aisle, Satoru was finding out you have his baby.

“You did this alone?” He says then, blinking back emotions for a girl he barely knew, but who now has a part of him, a part he wants to know so badly suddenly, shocking him.

“I had no clue who you were, how to tell you, even if so, it’s not your responsibility okay? I take care of her just fine, I make it work.” Satoru’s heart breaks then, seeing how tired you are, seeing the endless baby items and cheap toilet paper, a cheap bottle of wine, is that all you get yourself?

You did this alone, you have his baby alone, altering your life while he’s living his just the same, partying with his best friends, working and living a luxurious life. Satoru was rich, and it’s clear his baby and his baby’s mother are struggling, and he’s here doing what? Could he have tried harder to find you!? Could he…

“We’re okay, you don’t have to worry. I’d never come for you for anything, I am happy being her mommy.” You say with a tired smile, reaching to touch her little chubby cheek, and Satoru has never seen anything so beautiful, the two of you.

He’s felt so empty for this year, is this what he was missing?

“Can I… please… Can I know her?” He asks, gulping now, and you blink in shock, nodding quickly.

“I would love that.” You can’t stop your tears then, sniffling and shaking your head. “Please, let’s talk out of a produce aisle?” You whisper, he nods quickly, unable to take his eyes off you, off his baby.

After paying for your groceries, which you protest to, he’s out by your car now, a little minivan that makes him smile, picturing you as some pretty soccer mom already. You take her out of the car seat then, holding her carefully, smiling up nervously at Satoru. His chest swells at seeing you hold her, some instinct takes over, he instantly knows then.

He needs to take care of you both.

“I thought you’d freak out if you knew, be upset or want nothing to do with…”

“God no, no. I mean I don’t know what to think, but… she’s beautiful. Like her mom.” His words make you flush.

“I’m a wreck, Satoru, look at me.”

“You just need some help, doing it all alone?”

“You don’t have to, okay? I can do it.”

He brushes a tendril back off your temple, sighing as he looks at you, at those dark circles that just make you more beautiful, but show the fragility you’re keeping under wraps as best as you can. “I want to help, this is on me too.”

“It’s not, I was on the pill but… antibiotics.” You grumble, holding the baby to your chest now, she is sucking on her little binkie, bright pink. “It’s all on me, I’d love you to be in her life, but don’t feel obligated to pay for anything.”

“You’re stubborn, will she be too?” He narrows his eyes, and you giggle then, the first time in a long time you’ve heard that sound.

“She’s already stubborn, she gave me a hard time, wouldn’t come out.” She wriggles then, and you step a little closer to Satoru. “Wanna hold her?”

“Can you… tell me how to?” He asks, and you smile at him, for a tall, buff man he’s so sweet and precious, nervous even.

“Yes, hold your arms like this.” He does as you ask, holding his arms out, as you gently place Reign in his arms. “Hold her head just so. There you go, hey Reign, this is your dad.”

“Reign?” He asks, in shock as he looks into her eyes, his eyes, but she has your nose, your hair. His lips. She’s… “Perfect.”

“Isn’t she? Is it okay if I call you her dad?”

“It’s… perfect.” He says again, smiling at you, tears making his snowy lashes spike just so, you feel so complete then somehow. You can’t explain it, seeing this melts you, and Reign is so happy she's cooing, sucking on her binky and staring at him, you watch him melt right with you. “HI there, dumpling.”

“Dumpling? She's got a nickname huh.” He grins so big, nodding.

“I moved out of the city for the past year but I just came back to town. How far are you?”

“Oh like ten minutes. Would you… like to come over tomorrow? I'd say today but my place is a wreck.”

“I'd love to. Can I get her something please?”

“You don't have to… but she can always use binkies she throws these things. Ugh, see?” Reign spits out her binky and Satoru snorts as you catch it. She then touches his cheek, and he chokes up.

“I… oh my god. I love her?” He whispers in wonder, and you exhale, blinking tears that refuse to stop falling. “Is that crazy?”

“No. I loved her when I first saw her too. Fuck I'm a wreck “

“Hey…” He steps closer, handing you her carefully and then placing his big hands on your shoulders. “I am here now for both of you, however you'll let me be. Shh.” He brushes your back, resting his head on yours as you hold her close.

“I never thought I'd see you, tell you. I'm overwhelmed. I'm sorry.”

“Yeah me too.”

Of course he is, fuck. He just found out he's a dad, and he's honestly taking it better than anyone could. He brushes your tears away, and your pulse quickens, you clear your throat then. “We don't even know each other, it's insane huh?”

“Absolutely insane. But… I can't wait to spend time with her.” He says softly, you smile up at him, trying not to read so much into it, so happy he wants to be in her life but you have to remember that doesn't mean with you.

“Come over tomorrow I'll cook you lunch? Please don't break your phone again.” He laughs then, nodding as you two exchange numbers.

“Last name is Gojo. I hope one day hers can be?” And yours, he thinks, but he knows it's crazy to say, as he watches you smile so pretty through your tears.

“Maybe we can do that someday. Well, Reign, say bye to dad.” Satoru kisses her little forehead, leaning up then, thinking of kissing you. You both stand there a moment before he opens your door, and you set Reign back in her little pink car seat. You smile up at him again. “I am sorry I'm in pajamas by the way, ugh.”

“They're cute, little snowmen.” You snort, rolling your eyes as you slide in your car, hoping you will see him tomorrow with everything. “See you both soon.”

You drive away, and Satoru calls his driver and assistant then. “Can you order me everything a baby girl needs? And I need it by tomorrow.”

******

There’s a knock on your door, you peek in the mirror one more time, you took a bath last night, your hair is shimmering and clean for once, you have just a little concealer on for those dark circles, a little lip gloss. You’re wearing clothes and not sweats or pajamas, a little top with a cardigan and jeans, nothing fancy but you look human again.

You can’t believe that Satoru will come, until you open that door and see him, standing next to a tired looking dark haired man holding an insane amount of glittery pink bags. Satoru’s grinning at you, wearing Gucci shades and a dress shirt probably worth more than your rent, only one little bag in his hand swinging side to side as he greets you.

“Satoru, you… what is all this?” You ask curiously, and he shrugs a broad shoulder, handing you the little bag.

“All that is for Regin, this is for you though.”

“What!? It’s too many things!”

“Miss, may I?”

You realize he’s just standing there struggling, and come to then. “Oh, yes I’m so sorry! Put them on the table?”

Satoru and Kiyotaka walk in then, you have a little place, it’s about the size of Satoru’s living room altogether, but it’s comfy and clean, lived in and every bit of it has something of you. He sees pictures of you pregnant on your little silver fridge, pictures of Reign all over, along with Christmas cards all placed with magnets. He sees you’ve baked cookies, too, the scent making him starve.

Almost as much as your scent, so sweet and intoxicating, as he stands next to you, gesturing to the bags. “I wanted to get her something, remember?”

“This is a whole store though!” Kiyotaka leaves now, and you’re delving into the bags, gasping as you pull out the softest, fuzziest pink blanket. “Oh my god…”

“I just had them buy everything for a girl? Is pink good?”

You giggle then, smiling as you pull out a pretty pink dress. “She doesn’t know colors yet, Satoru.”

Of course she doesn’t.

Satoru truly doesn’t know shit about kids, he called and told his mom, asking for advice, and almost gave her a heart attack he thinks. “Of course not, I… where is she? Is she napping?”

“She is, but don’t worry she usually wakes up soon. Oh these are so cute, how expensive are these!? She’s gonna wear them for like a week!” You ask then, pulling out a little baby pair of fancy shoes, then two more. “She can’t even walk yet… ah, but these are so cute though.” You’re clearly conflicted, he chuckles a bit, then you stand up. “Oh my god, I’m a shitty host!”

“You’re cute.” His words, all husky with that deep voice of his, make you flush now, making you even cuter to him. “You look pretty today.”

“Oh thank you, I didn’t want you to think I’m constantly a monster.” He snorts, rolling his eyes.

“You’re cute either way. This was you pregnant?” He asks, as you lead him to the kitchen.

“Yes, I was a whale, oh god.” He touches the photo then, a longing surging through him, he missed this, he missed you like this. He feels an ache washing through him, looking at your glowing face and round tummy.

“No, you were beautiful.” Your breath catches, eyes shooting to his as he looks at you now, feeling something pulling you towards him, it’s like he takes the air out of your lungs just standing here.

“You’re very sweet, Satoru… thank you.” You manage to breathe out the words, when he looks down at your body now, heating it up with his gaze.

“Did you like being pregnant?”

The words throw images in your mind, of him over you, putting more babies in you, fucking insane ones that you shove down quickly. He was clearly caring, and wanting to be involved, you needed to keep your thoughts to that and only that, despite the way your stomach is fluttering at his proximity.

“I did love being pregnant, feeling her move and kick, singing to my tummy and feeling her calm down. But towards the end it was really rough, because she decided she wasn’t coming out.” You say with a little laugh, Satoru can see in how you speak how much you adore her. “Would you like to see more pictures later?”

“I’d love to. You didn’t open what I got you.”

“You shouldn’t get me anything. Oh, do you want some cookies?”

“Yes please.” He starts munching down on them, moaning. “You baked these?”

“I bake when I’m nervous? It gets insane how much I bake.” He smiles then, you’re tucking your shimmering hair behind your ear, grabbing him a glass of milk before you go grab the little bag.

“Open it, now.” He sips his milk as you sit on the barstool by the counter, fingers gently pulling apart tissue paper, until you open a little box and see a gift card.

“To a spa!? I haven’t ever been to a spa? What I can’t!”

“You will. When you’re comfortable I could watch her, so you could get some time to yourself.” You sniffle then, the kindness of him after all the overwhelming months you’ve had is too much, you shake your head.

“I can’t, it’s all too much, you shouldn’t feel like you have to do this!” He walks to you then, brushing a tear from your cheek, exhaling as he leans down so close.

“Sweetheart, I’m fucking rich, okay?”

“I assumed… wealthy with your clothes…”

“No, filthy fucking rich. Let me spend it on my baby and get her mom just a little thing please? How can you take care of her without any care for you?”

“I just do it, Satoru. I just do it.” He brushes more of your tears now, his lips far too close, you still don’t know him truly but the gesture is melting every defense you may have had up.

“Just go relax one day, not now, when you’re more comfortable.” Reign starts crying then, making Satoru back off just as you’d leaned your chin up, and you two had been so close. You back away too, nervously standing.

“I’ll go get her for you.” You say with a big smile, eyes still watery, and then you bring her out, Satoru’s heart swells even more than it did seeing you, he eagerly picks her up this time, versus being so nervous as before. “Dad spoiled you already.”

“Not even close to spoiled yet.” He murmurs, snuggling her to him.

“Have a seat, please.” He sits on the couch with her, you take one of the many little blankets, gently laying it over her and then sitting on the couch with him, as he stares at her in wonder.

“She barely cries?”

“That’s around you, it seems. She likes you already.” Your words fill him with far too much happiness, a happiness he’s never known, but also such a longing.

“I wish I could have been there.” He whispers, brokenly, the handsome white haired man holding your little girl, and suddenly you can picture it, maybe his big bright smile during what was a difficult labor.

“You’re here now.” You assure him, a hand gentle on his shoulder, the caress delicate before you think better of it, pulling your hand back. “I thought about you a lot, I mean… I tried to find you.”

“I wish you had.”

“Really?” He nods then, emotional. “Satoru Gojo, you surprised me, I thought for sure you’d turn and run.”

“Nah, why? Look at her.” She’s blinking her long lashes, grinning at him then. “So what do I like… do with her? Besides holding her?”

You laugh softly then, it’s so easy to have him around, it feels so natural that it’s weird. “Well you can feed her a bottle I pumped, but I breast feed mostly.”

He gulps now, looking at your top, where your nipples were pressing against the thin fabric. “Oh?”

“Yeah, depending on her mood, sometimes she is vicious. I’ll show you.” You gently take your top up, feeling his gaze when you pull off your nursing bra.

“That thing is easy access.” He murmurs, you giggle a bit, nervous for him to see you when you let it drop, revealing one of your pretty breasts to him, leaving him dazed before he snaps out of it, handing you Reign.

It’s very intimate, sitting with him while you feed her, she’s sucking hard, so hard you wince then, her little long nails digging into your breast as Satoru smirks. “You’re gonna laugh at this pain?”

“She’s just like her dad, look at her go. A pro.” You snort, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as Reign aggressively punches your breasts for more milk.

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t think you did that.” You murmur thoughtfully, pushing back flashes of the night while she suckles.

“That’s a tragedy.” You look down shyly, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks, while you feed his daughter, his daughter, it’s still not comprehending, it’s still taking him a lot to conceive it’s real. “Look at her face, oh my god!”

Your heart warms as he leans over, and Reign has stopped drinking, a goofy smile on her face. “She’s milk drunk.”

“What now? She looks high as fuck.” You hold in your laughter so you don’t wake her now, her eyes are shut and she’s still sucking on nothing.

“She does look stoned, it always cracks me up. Do you wanna put her to bed? I’ll show you where she sleeps.”

He nods and takes her again, watching your nipple with just a droplet of milk on it, he swipes it away before he can think better, making you shoot your eyes to him, lips parted. You hastily put the bra back up as a blush pinkens Satoru’s cheeks, slipping down your top, his touch on your sensitive nipples almost ended you just now. The desire for him in every way is almost insane.

You show him to the only room in your little place, it’s got a crib and a bassinet, and a tiny little bed that he assumes you must sleep in. You start wrapping her up in the new pink blanket then, swaddling her so tight, he watches in wonder at it, as you bundle her up.

“She’ll like a little burrito.” You snort in laughter, trying to keep quiet and covering your mouth then, looking up at Satoru in amusement.

“She kind of is? Babies like to be swaddled, they feel comfy.”

“You know so much… Have you had any experience before?” You both watch as she settles now.

“No, I learned all this from lots of books and bugging the shit out of my mother. Though she even thought I was crazy to have her. But something…” You trail off then, shaking your head. “Sorry.”

“No, please go on. Something?”

“Something told me I was meant to have her, it sounds crazy. But… I knew I could do it, even if it’s a lot.”

Satoru’s hand comes to rest on the small of your back, as you turn your head to look back up at him, seeing the emotions written all over his perfect face. “You’re doing great.”

You break down then at that, sobbing against his chest as he holds you, soothing rubs on your back. “I needed that, shit I’m sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay.” You stay like that for a moment, letting him hold you against his chest, your face buried against his shirt, tears spilling freely while you take several breaths. “You’re a great mom, I can already see.”

“Shit…” You pull yourself together, taking several breaths and leaning back then, Satoru’s cupping your face and it takes everything not to kiss him, this man who you still barely know. “I really appreciate that. It’s been hard so far, but I love her so much, it's impossible how deeply.”

“I can feel it already. You, missy, need that break.”

“I couldn’t…”

“I want to be involved, I want to care for her, and that means her mom too. Yeah?” You shake your head, earning his little glare. “Stubborn little brat.”

“Excuse me!?” You glare right back, and he grins.

“You are one!”

“Me a brat?” Your eyes narrow as you cross your arms.

“Mmhmm.” Satoru tilts your chin up, your head falls back then, and he imagines entwining his fingers in it, imagining kissing you just like that night. He leans even closer and you pull back, clearing your throat.

“We should step out so we don’t wake her.” You murmur, when you’re back in the living room you’re carefully folding all the clothes he’s bought. “Oh, I promised lunch! You up for stir fry?”

“I’m up for anything you wanna make, after eating those cookies.” You set to work, and soon the two of you are eating lunch together, Satoru moans as he devours the food. “My god you’re a good cook.”

“Thank you, I love to cook.” You nibble on your rice thoughtfully. “Ugh, I’m gonna hate leaving her to work.”

Satoru scowls now. “Huh?”

“Maternity leave is over in two weeks. I’m just going to work part time though, so I’ll still see her plenty. Maybe I’ll bring her to work?”

“Where do you work?”

“A library, I’m very exciting.” Satoru grins now.

“You look like a little librarian.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Goodie goodie, despite the bathroom…” You both quiet then, as his mind whirls, and yours spins, remembering.

“S-Satoru!” You’d cried out as his fingers had pumped in and out of your tight little entrance, soaking his fingers as he kissed down your neck, you watched your reflection in the mirror as he pressed you against the sink, free hand gripping you right under your chin.

“Fuck, look at you? So sexy…” He murmurs, the club's music pounding like your heart in your chest. He has a big hand muffling your cries as you soak his hands, dripping all over him. “Hear her?”

His murmur against your ear makes you tremble, shivers sending down your spine as he builds that pressure inside you. You nod, drooling against his palm, when he is hitting that spot that has your eyes rolling back, pressing on it over and over with his long, thick fingers. You’re screaming into his hand, ass arching against him.

“That’s it, pretty, cum f’me huh?”

You both get quiet then, you see it clear as day, your face in that mirror as he’d filled you, and he remembers sucking your juices off his fingers, god it’s been almost a year and he can’t get your taste off his mind. He’d been with a few women here and there since he didn’t think he’d see you again, but they were nothing like it, nothing like you.

How your body responded, every little muffled cry, he remembers dying to get you fully naked, planning it all out when he would call you. He wanted you to not even leave his bed, he’d fully taste you, make you cum with his mouth. He’d get to look into your eyes as he filled you so good, have your legs up over his shoulders while he pumped inside.

It’s like electricity in your quiet little home, the two of you sitting in a daze, your breath comes quicker when he leans across the table, brushing your cheek with his fingers, feeling the heat on them. “Warm?” He teases.

“Um, a little.” You stand then, taking his plate and smiling, acting as normal as you can. “All done?”

“Yeah, thank you.” He watches you wash them then, he can’t even fathom not having a dishwasher, but you’re there with your pretty hands and that sponge. He doesn’t want you to work, he doesn’t want you even doing this, you should just enjoy the baby.

But with how stubborn you are, how independent? He doesn’t know if you’ll even take his offer when he makes it.

“How about you come to my place with the little Dumpling this weekend? Maybe… stay a night? I’ll have her something set up.”

“Stay the night?” You nearly break the dish you’re drying, Satoru catches it, suddenly next to you. “Who are you, Edward Cullen?”

“Pshh, I look like a glittery fucking vampire?”

“A bit.” You’re both laughing softly then, he dries the plates and you show him where to put them up. “It’s nice having a giant around.”

“Almost whacked my head on your ceiling fans.”

“The hardships of being stupidly tall, hmm?”

“Hmm.” He leans against the counter now, snowy lashes lowering as he studies you intently, those eyes that just do something to you, even after this long. It feels like you’ve known him, when one of his hands delicately brushes down your shoulder, feeling the soft knit of your cardigan. “You dress like a little librarian.”

“Do I now? Not that night.”

His nostrils flare just a bit. “Not that night.”

Satoru had you lifted on that sink, sinking inside you for the first time, damn near whimpering in your ear as he kissed on your breasts, trying to yank them out as much as he could but failing. “Slutty little dress.”

“S-slutty? You’re… slutty!” You’re clinging to him as he stuffs you so full, too fucking full, your cunt is drooling down his veiny length as he fucks into you, your thighs pressing against his narrow hips.

“Both are, listen to her… ha…” He’s got one hand cupping your face, looking at you before he slams his lips down, tongues dancing while his cock keeps thrusting, tip dragging your spot, as you fall apart in the bathroom, a tangle of limbs intermingling with muffled cries. “F-fuck…”

“That dress still does things to my mind.” He admits, and you wonder then, how’d you both get so close? How were you nearly flush against him?

“Does it now?” Your attempt at a tease meets with a broken voice, and you clear your throat, looking down shyly. “I don’t think my ass would fit in it now, your baby girl gave me some hips.”

“I bet they’re sexy.”

“She gave me stretch marks too.”

“Sexy.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head then, brushing a hand up his chest, wondering just what his body looks like. He's clearly built, you can tell he's muscular, but you have to wonder just how he looks. “You… don’t date anyone?”

“Nah. I mean I have had some dates this year, but nothing serious.” He couldn’t say it’s because of you, because he compares women to this random girl he felt such a pull to, and now it’s a million times worse. Even picturing cute little stretch marks from having his baby makes Satoru feral, it takes a lot not to show you, to act cool and calm with a little smirk.

“I haven’t at all. I mean… I’m so busy with Reign, and the pregnancy.”

“Been a while then?” His words are full of suggestion, his hand now brushes the air across your waist, hovering, like he wants to pull you in, and you’d let him, when Reign starts crying. You both step apart, his hands in his pockets, yours nervously fidgeting with your sweater.

“I’ll go get her.” You come back with her now, and Satoru lights up at seeing her in your arms, bending down to kiss her downy soft hair, sighing.

“Why does she smell so good?”

“Baby smell. I know, it’s addictive.” You inhale her scent, smiling as you are once again a centimeter from Satoru’s lips, your gaze goes to them, glossy and plump.

“Will you come this weekend?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be there Satoru.”

“I am going to learn things, I promise.”

“Satoru, just take it one day at a time. You’re doing great.” He nods then, gulping down his every emotion as he leaves you two, and it feels so awful and wrong to leave you both, every force in the world pulling him back.

“How’d it go, Mr. Gojo?” Kiyotaka asks, as he’s driving him back home.

“Amazing. They're so beautiful.”

“They?”

“I mean…” You both are. “Kiyotaka, do you know shit about babies?” The man smiles tiredly then, shaking his head.

“No, Mr. Gojo, but I see you’re so… happy?”

Satoru has a silly grin then. “I am, I want to set something up for them, think you can order more baby things? For my place?”

“Certainly, Sir.” He smiles as he watches Satoru in the rearview mirror, he never would have pictured something like this, but it’s clear Satoru is beaming.

*****

“Come in, come in!” You pause in awe as you carry Reign inside Satoru’s insanely beautiful home. It's probably ten of your place if not more, sleek and elegant, everything brand new and sparkling clean. He’s instantly taking Reign, who is babbling at him as he cradles her, melting you completely before you even take a step.

“Your place is beautiful.” You murmur, he smiles at you then, taking your diaper bag off your arm and leading you inside.

“Thank you for coming, I missed her already!? Yes I did, dumpling!” He plants kisses all over her face now, Satoru Gojo holding your baby just did things to your heart, rewired your brain, seeing them both light up.

“She missed you too.” You murmur softly, Satoru looks at you then, white teeth glinting under the soft lights, taking in your pretty dress.

“Mama looks pretty.” He whispers, loud on purpose clearly, you’re a blushing mess, when Satoru’s blue eyes sweep over you.

“You’re too much.” You say, but you’re lowkey falling bad, you’d talked with him so much these past few days, as he asked endless questions, but also as you two got to know each other. You’d fallen asleep on the phone last night, Satoru had listened to your light little snore, smiling and falling asleep with you.

It seems too easy, which terrifies you, but so far it’s been Satoru being excited to be a dad, so you keep trying to remind yourself that is what this was, but it’s hard when he looks at you that way. “Too much? You haven’t seen shit. Come on.”

“Oh god.” You follow him now, as he leads you through a wide open hall, winking at you.

“Ya ready?”

“I think so?” He opens the door and it takes your breath for a moment, it’s a fully done nursery with everything a baby could need and more. There’s a pretty crib, a bassinet, a rocking chair even, it’s painted a baby pink with little teddy bears lining the ceiling. 

“I know, I went overboard, I don’t know how to not go overboard when I do things? And I want the best for her? I know you probably won’t be-”

“Satoru.”

“Hmm?”

You smile then, placing a hand over his where it rests on Reign’s lap. “It’s beautiful, it’s so beautiful.”

He exhales in relief then. “Yeah!?”

You’re giggling now. “Yeah.”

“Mommy likes it, yes!” His enthusiasm is infectious, it’s the first time you think you’ve truly been light hearted in so long, as he places her gently in the crib. “I had my mom go crazy and paid for it to get set up, really I did nothing but pay out.”

“It’s the most thoughtful thing in the world.” You hug him then on impulse, before pulling back shyly, your eyes meet each other, his hands on your waist. “But how will she go back to my shitty place? I hope she doesn’t get bougie.”

“I want her bougie.” You laugh again softly, she’s playing with the little ovehanging baby mobile, she’s enamored by the hanging stars. You watch him lean over the crib then. “She’s a princess, you know.”

You can’t take it then, you have to step out, shaking now, struggling to catch your breath, when Satoru steps out with you, looking at you with concern. Your feelings of him are utterly overwhelming, the beauty of Satoru fawning over his little girl puts these thoughts in your mind, of being a real family. As someone who didn’t have a father, and didn’t think Reign would, the hope filling you is so much.

“I got too excited.” He nervously admits, leaning against the wall next to you and rubbing the back of his neck. “I want her to have everything, if my mom didn’t talk me out of it she’d already have a pony.” You snort then, even through your tears. “There, a little laugh.”

“It’s not you, this is amazing, it’s just… I planned my life, I planned it all out with her, alone. And now… we won’t be? I don’t know how to process it, how to really believe it. But I’m so happy she’ll have it.”

“C’mere.” He pulls you against him into a big hug, arms wrapped around you tightly, bringing you against his chest. “I didn’t think I’d have this, a baby girl? I know what you mean, it’s not what I pictured.”

“Exactly. And… maybe I enjoy this too much.” You look up at him now, his lips quirked up at the side.

“Me too much?” He raises a brow.

“Maybe.”

“Hmm.” Satoru leans down close, when the doorbell rings, he exhales then, laughing softly, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “So I may have invited my mom. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.” You are trying to calm your nerves when you meet her, long silky white hair and bright blue eyes. It's clear those genetics are strong, she surprises you by wrapping you in a hug.

“Where’s this grandbaby of mine?”

Soon she’s melting over Reign like the two of you have been, and Satoru’s made you both hot cocoa, family isn’t something you’ve really had, and to feel this comfortable and good? It’s almost like some dream, as you all are so cozy inside, and Reign is just getting fawned over, giving you a little bit of a reprieve until she’s hungry.

“I have a bottle, do you wanna feed her, Satoru?”

“I can do that?” You smile at him, nodding, and soon he’s got a bottle in her mouth, you position his arm just so as his mom watches you both with a knowing smile on her face.

“You know, I could always babysit sometime. For you two… to go out.” You both blush now, looking up at her.

“Go out?” You almost squeak the words out, sipping your cocoa now that it's gone just a little cold, enamored with watching Satoru.

“Yes, go out. Parents need time away.”

“We’re not… um…”

“I’d take you out.” Satoru says softly, and you feel those butterflies in your tummy going wild.

“Yeah?” You manage to ask, failing at being subtle.

“Yeah.” He smirks a bit, then Reign coughs. “What’s wrong!?”

“She needs to burp, calm down.” You lift her against your chest, patting her back now. “This is what you’ll do, it’s just some air in her tummy.”

“Oh thank god.”

“You three are precious.” His mom checks her phone then. “I have a meeting, but I hope to see much more of you both.”

“Me too Mrs. Gojo!” She smiles, planting a kiss on Reign’s head then yours before she leaves. “She’s amazing!?”

“I know, right? She was dying to meet her.” His hand rubs Reign’s little back, so big it’s as long as her almost, his other arm resting over the couch, brushing against you when he leans closer. “Thank you for having her.”

“Oh, Satoru… I just wish…”

“Yeah, me too.” He inhales and exhales, his eyes swimming with emotions. “I wish badly. I hate that I missed her coming into the world.”

“I’m so sorry… but I swear, she’ll not remember that, she won’t remember it at all.”

“But you remember.”

“Satoru, it's not your fault, don’t dare blame yourself.” He sighs now, his hand dropping off Reign to rest on your thigh over the thin black tights you wore.

“I don’t want you working yet. Will you let me help?”

“Satoru…” You shake your head. “You are not going to pay my bills.”

“Then stay with me? Stay the year with your baby… with our baby, please. She should have her mom home.”

“It’s too much of an offer, I can’t just live here! We aren’t even…”

“If you hate it I’ll get you your own place. I promise. Just let me take care of you… of both of you?” You stand, turning away, Satoru’s hands grip the sides of your arms as he leans close. “Please think about it.”

“I’m not a charity case, Satoru. I’m okay where I am.”

“I know that, okay? But I missed all of the pregnancy, I didn’t get to help with any medical bills, anything. Please just…” He turns your chin to face him, his glossy lips ever tempting as they hover just above yours. “Please think about it.”

“It’s overwhelming, okay?” He nods then, you lean back just so, feeling his lithe body against your back, leaning back just so.

“You’re not alone anymore.”

“Satoru…” He wraps his arm around you, resting his chin on your head. “You don’t have to do all this.”

“I want to.” For you and Reign, but Satoru can tell your pride is getting in the way, and he can tell you’re conflicted. “Give it time, no rush, yeah?”

*****

After a few weeks of constantly being at Satoru’s house, you damn near almost live there. You come over at about the same time Satoru’s off work, and he learns more and more about Reign every single day. He’s learned how to change diapers, how to feed her, and learns what certain cries mean. Reign rolls over for the first time on her mat and you’ve never seen anyone more excited than Satoru.

He takes selfies with her and they are Insta famous, he has Reign’s name painted on the nursery door, though she tends to still sleep in the room you stay in, with her little bassinet. Satoru’s had you in the guest room, but what you don’t know is at night he checks on you both, he kisses Reign’s forehead and tucks you in, he watches how cute the both of you are.

He watches you with Reign, ever attentive, and it’s about the time you’d have to go back to work, he can feel how devastated you are thinking of it, when you all are quietly sitting in the living room, having nibbled on takeout as Reign sleeps. You take a breath then, looking at the man you’re falling deeper for every day, every moment you spend with him.

“Satoru…”

“Yeah, sweets?” His little nickname always does something to you.

“I would love to stay with you, to stay home with her for a few more months, if you’re sure it’s still okay?”

Satoru jumps up then, picking you up and spinning you, you’re laughing breathlessly as he eases you down, and you’re flush against his body. Despite the endless times you’ve ached to kiss him, to do so much more, you both have been a little apprehensive, you both don’t know what’s okay, what’s not. You both feel far, far too much and are afraid of it.

“You’ll stay!?”

“I’ll stay. But I’ll cook, and help pick up, and-”

“Shh. Just stay.” He’s cupping your face, he’s so close you can almost taste his sweet breath, your lashes lowering over your eyes now. “I want you with her, let me do that for you? And… I want you here. All the time I… miss you when you’re not.”

“Are you giving me puppy dog eyes!?” You demand with a grin, and he pouts his lips.

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“It’s working.” You don’t stop yourself, not this once, when you lean up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his, and when you do, the eclectic shocks shoot from his lips, it’s just like that night a year ago, but more intense. You pull back nervously, looking away. “I’m sorry, I…”

“No.” Is all he says, pulling you back, bending low and taking over your lips, he moves them gently over yours, big hands taking over your waist and dragging you closer, mouth opening, tongue slipping past the seam of your lips. Your mouth opens in a gasp, and then his tongue delves inside it. “Don’t apologize for kissing me.”

“Satoru…” He’s exhaling against your lips, kissing you again, soon your back is on the couch, and he’s moving over you, his hand trailing your waist, up to your breasts, your hands clinging to his shirt, gripping the smooth fabric as you fall apart from his kisses. They’re sweet, intense kisses, slow like he wants to savor every moment with you, growing more and more insistent.

He pulls up, just looking at you now, your thighs are around his hips, you feel that ache between them, not just physically either, you crave more and more of him, and you have been since you saw him again. You both just look at each other, speaking without words as he slips up your top, and you yank it nervously, earning his frown, stopping your hand.

“Not ready yet?” He asks, you shake your head.

“You won’t… I’m not… I don’t like my tummy anymore.” You admit softly, tears threatening to spill, Satoru lifts your shirt then, leaning down and running his thumb across the little stretch marks Reign left.

“Well, baby girl… I love your tummy. Should I show you?” You shake your head, breaths coming quicker and quicker now. “You had my baby, you carried her for me, and she left you more beautiful than before.”

“Oh, Satoru…” He kisses your tummy then, and desire shoots straight through you, your hands finally entwining in that silky hair you’ve craved to feel for so long, he’s looking at you under lidded eyes, pressing kisses lower.

“You’re beautiful everywhere. I bet it was sexy pregnant.”

You giggle just a bit, making Satoru smile against your skin, fingers tugging down your pants then, earning a little cry that makes his cock so hard it hurts. He’s been dying to taste you on his tongue, to feel you around his fingers, watch that pretty face in pleasure again, but he’s tried to take his time, tried to focus on Reign, but the thing is, he loves both of you.

He’s in love with you.

The way you move, the way you smile, the way you are with his baby? How your eyes brighten when Reign did something new, how you blushed when he gave you a compliment. But also, how your hips are shifting now, how your eyes are getting lidded, dilated with desire, and how the little silver lines run across where his baby was inside you.

“Satoru… that feels too good I… mmm!” You cry out quietly when his fingers find your slick heat, finding you drenched already.

“You this easy for me?” He asks, you want to retort, something witty, but you can’t, you just gasp out in pleasure when he’s got your pants off, and he’s parting your thighs, long fingers pressing in the plush of your skin as he stares at your pussy. “Fuck you’re pretty.”

You’re trembling as you’re fully bare in front of him, his breath on your clit alone makes you jerk, he places a teasing flick of his tongue right on your clit, you cover your mouth to hide the pathetic moan. He flicks his tongue again, thumps slipping the plump lips of your sex apart, watching the wetness pool out of your little hole, he catches it with his tongue, groaning as he tastes you.

Your hands clutch his hair so hard you’re tugging at his head, eyes rolling back in your skull, biting your lip hard not to make too much noise. He looks up at you, slinking his tongue all the way up your dripping pussy now, from your hole to your clit, groaning as you drip all over his mouth, his face.

“It tastes as good as I remember.” He whispers, enjoying that ruby red blush on your cheeks. “You’re so cute like this, sensitive?”

“You’re torturing me.” He chuckles, the hot air making you whimper, a sound that shoots desire through him. “Please…”

“Please what, pretty?” He casually licks you once more, leisurely as if he has all the time in the world, tilting his head just so to flick the underside of it, watching the tiny little clit twitch. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Make me cum, please.” He moans then, devouring your pussy, his movements less teasing and precise and sloppy, now, lapping up all the juices that pour as you cry out in pleasure, hips bucking up for more, then you feel his fingers sliding in and out of you now, pressing in deep, finding that spongy spot that makes you shiver.

“There you go, you’re clenching me s’good. Can’t wait to feel you around me.” He murmurs, curling his fingers just so,  your legs are shaking so hard, you’re falling off that edge, chest rising and falling with your breaths.

“M-gonna… Toru…” Satoru moans now, the sound vibrating against your heat, he looks at you then, eyes dilated and dark, leaning up, his chin coated in your slick, shimmering.

“Cum for me, baby.” At that he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, humming and making you shatter under him.

You come so hard you see stars bursting, eyes rolled back, your mouth in the most slutty O as you gasp out, you’re arching off the couch, his name a quiet little broken scream in the quiet room. You feel his smug grin against your sensitive bud, as he nips at it then with his teeth, making you jerk and whimper, leaning back to study your clenching little hole.

“There you go, so good for me, hmm?” He coles those words, slipping up you now, sliding his finger up and down your drippy slit, kissing you, letting you taste yourself off him.

“Need you. All of you.” You murmur then, he pauses his kisses, looking down at you, and emotions surge and mix with the pleasure, the insane need for him to fill you, over and over again.

“If we do, I want more than just… co parenting. I want more than just sex. I want…” Satoru gulps then, cupping your face carefully, your hand comes to grip his wrist, thumb brushing over his strong, fluttering pulse.

“I want more too.” You admit, swallowing nervously, as one of your hands rests on his chest.

“I want you to be my girl.” You’re crying then, nodding eagerly at his sweet and pure words, when he’s kissing you again, salty tears mixing with your taste. “Will you be? My girl?”

“I would love to be yours.” He moans again, standing then, helping you up, your arms wrap around his neck as he carries you, your lips don’t separate when he backs into his bedroom.

“Want you in my bed, every night.” He whispers, easing you onto the floor to stand, slipping your top off and revealing your breasts which sway just a bit, you eagerly unbutton his shirt, showing every inch of his chiseled, perfect frame. You gasp when you finally see him, fingertips trailing across sculpted muscles.

“You’re perfect, Satoru.” You whisper in wonder, and he cups your face again, kissing you deeply, a kiss so beautiful it ruins you forever, Satoru has ruined you forever, you know now what you knew that night deep down. “It’s only you.”

“It’s only you. You’re perfect.” You gasp as he picks you up again, laying you on the bed, you’re eagerly tugging on his pants, gasping when you see his huge, veiny length, something you’d had inside of you bud hadn’t even seen. You stroke him, earning his soft whine, he pins your wrist above your head.

“Lemme touch him, please?” You beg, earning both your hands pinned, as you laugh breathlessly.

“No way, I’m not busting quick, I’ve waited too long for this.” You giggle, earning his pretty glare. “I’m not.”

“You didn’t bust quick that night?”

“Yeah, I did.” You shake your head at him, gasping when he’s pressing against your entrance, he tenses, muscles flexing, when suddenly you both hear it, Reign on the baby monitor. “Shit.”

“Shit…” You both stay completely silent. “Maybe she’ll stop?”

“I sure hope so. Need to get you pregnant again.”

You blink in shock now, as Reign quiets. “Huh!?”

Satoru grins, a devious fucking grin, as he presses your legs apart, one over his shoulder, sinking in as you bite your lip, so filled by him, trembling beneath him as you roll your hips. “I need to see you pregnant, gonna be so fucking sexy.”

“You’re insane, Satoru Gojo.” You gasp when he shoves his length fully inside you, bottoming out and you’re so full you can’t breathe, clinging to his bare shoulders desperately as he moans, feeling your walls flutter.

“You didn’t know that yet? I’ll have to show you, sweetheart.” He’s fucking you then so good, thrusting in and out of your slick cunt, which is drooling all the way down his veiny length. He’s smirking as he rolls his hips just so, watching you start to come apart. “You love it, huh? Cock filling you so deep?”

“Please…” His leaking tip kisses your cervix, you shudder under him, cumming so hard you can’t tether yourself anymore, and he revels in it, in your pretty face all scrunched up, all reddened as you cry out.

“That’s it, can’t help yourself? Want me to fucking fill you?”

“Please…”

“You’re such a good girl, hmm?” The words short circuit what’s left of your brain, as Satoru leans back on his knees, hands slipping up your body, gripping your breasts, which have little droplets of milk. You whimper, trying to cover them. “Ah-ah.”

He leans forward, sucking them then, you’re so sensitive you scream, thanking everything Satoru has a huge home and that the baby couldn’t hear anything, because the sounds he writhes out of you are filthy. He leans up, licking the little droplets off and grinning again, possessively gripping your throat, hovering over you as his cock slides in again.

“God, even that’s sweet. All of you. Sweet and slutty.” He huffs, you’re kissing him desperately, nails pressing against his scalp as they grip his hair. “My girl, you’re all mine now, hmm?”

“Wanna be… y-your girl.” You whisper, ending him as your cunt gushes down on him, as he feels the tight muscles grip him like a vise, he eases back, shoving your legs up then in a mating press, every instinct making him crave to make you his again. Cum in you, fill you, make you pregnant. “Toru… I haven’t… not a lot of… exper-ah!”

“That’s alright baby, I’ll fuck you so good, all you gotta do is take it, yeah? Look so fucking pretty f’me.” The sweet, emotional and cute Satoru is now feral, psychotic and possessive, his eyes so blue they hurt to look at, but you’re nodding eagerly. You’ve never been fucked like this, not even close, but he assures you, over and over that you can take him. “That’s right, gonna take all of me.”

Your thighs are smushed against your breasts as Satoru fucks you harder, perfect strokes that hit every spot, spots you can’t even figure out, the ridge of his cock hitting again and again until you’re close, already having cum twice. You’re sobbing under him as he leans his weight on your thighs, folding you in half and going deeper, deeper, bottoming out.

His balls slap heavy on your ass, so full and ready to pump his load in your eager hole, you’re a mess, tears on your cheeks, mumbling incoherently, pussy drooling and loosening more and more. You take him, all of him greedily then, as he slows just a bit, leaning up to press your thighs even higher, watching his cock disappear as your cunt sucks him in.

“Oh look, she’s taking me s’good, she wants it huh? You want it, greedy, slutty pussy.” He’s talking to your pussy, but you also can’t care, not when you’re so close, incoherently whining. “Can’t talk, sweetheart?”

“Gonna… cum… again… Satoru!” He moans as you speak his name, using a forearm to press your legs up, angling his cock just so, shoving deep as he presses a thumb to your clit, ending you utterly.

“There you go, cum on lemme fuckin feel her milk me.” He huffs, husky voice hoarse as your orgasm washes over you, full body, you’re shaking and sobbing as your arousal pours down him, making him tense, gasping. “Oh fuck…”

“Cum in me. Cum in me, please.” You beg weakly, and Satoru does then, full mating press, pumping all his cum so deep, filling you to the brim as he leans down, whimpering with you, tongues sloppy as you kiss.

“Feel s’perfect… gonna make you a mommy again, yeah?” You nod weakly, cunt throbbing as he pumps more and more, nails pressing into his back as you both ride your orgasms out, until you’re sensitive messes. “F-fucking… b-baby…”

“Satoru, g-god…” He is exhaling, easing your sore thighs down then, pulling out and watching the mess that pours from your pussy, a mix of his cum and yours, he grins at it.

“You’re so messy, hmm?” He shoves two fingers in your cunt, pushing his cum back in as you scream out. “Aww, you can’t take it baby?”

“Too much, ngh!” Satoru slips his fingers out, sucking on them and moaning, before repeating it, shoving them in your mouth, you moan as you suck them greedily, both kissing again, a tangled mess of limbs.

“Taste us together, god.”

“So yummy.” He kisses you again, again, again, as you struggle to come back down, heart still racing. “My god…”

“Yeah, holy fuck.”

“You’re like… you have a breed kink like bad.” He snorts then, kissing up the side of your neck.

“Could it have to do with the fact that my girl is gorgeous with my baby? And I’d love to really see her pregnant?”

“I want you there too. I do, even if this is insane.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, first we have a baby, then we move in together? What next, a first date?”

“You know… yes. Mom offered?”

You giggle at him. “So is this you asking me on a date!?”

“Mmhmm, with my cum pouring out. Wasting it, tsk tsk.” He starts kissing down your body again, when Reign cries, this time loudly. “Ugh.”

“Ugh.” You agree, brushing back his hair when he kisses your tummy. “You make me feel beautiful, Satoru.”

“You are.” He says simply, kissing you deeply, helping you up. “Most beautiful girls there are.”

“I…” You almost say it, but you’re still so afraid, those words on the tip of your tongue. Satoru smiles as if he knows.

“Go check on her.”

“Yeah.” You are soon all dressed, and Reign is no longer crying once she gets swaddled, her binky in her mouth. Satoru comes behind you, arms wrapping you tightly and pulling you against him.

“So, that date?”

“Mmm, got plans already?” You look back at him, as he holds you so sweetly in the quiet room.

“Yeah, the spa you never went to, brat.”

“Oh! Yes, let’s.”

*****

Satoru Gojo and you have had a baby, then moved in, and then you had your first date, which was both of you getting pampered, you were giggling when Satoru kept eating the cucumbers meant for his eyes, when he moved the masseuse because he got jealous of him. “My girl, I’ll rub your back.”

“So jealous.” You tease, but you then sigh in pleasure as his big hands rub your body just so.

“Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t ever wanna lose my girls.” You pause then, leaning up, breasts revealed as you’re just wearing a little towel. But Satoru’s eyes are serious, when he gently rubs his hands down to the back of your hips.

“You’re not losing us.” He’s kissing you, leaning over you in the spa, when he whispers in your ear.

“Let’s go.”

In the backseat of Satoru’s driver’s car, headed back home, you and Satoru devour each other, his hands on your rib cage, his lips on your nipples. Your head falling back, arching up for more, never, ever able to get enough. He’s filling you again, and you’re soaking him again, he’s fucking up into you one moment, one moment you’re controlling it.

A push and pull, a back and forth, endless kisses, until he’s filled you up again, whispering the lewdest things, picturing you as his wife, picturing you pregnant again, but the words are coming out as muffled, dirty words that don’t match. And you feel the same, you think the same, but you’re too fucked out to speak, too lost in everything that is Satoru Gojo.

That night, Reign is up and down, and you’ve just given her a bath, singing to her and cradling her. Satoru watches you, emotions catching in his throat, as a sliver of moonlight darts through the windows, illuminating the faces of the two girls he adores. Reign is being fussy, huffing, but then she hears you sing, and she’s calming, drifting off just so.

You catch him watching you, smiling at him, laying her back down gently. Satoru leans over, brushing a thumb across her cheek, as she sleeps so peacefully. “I love you, dumpling.” He murmurs to her, your heart aches at his words, as you repeat them softly to her, and Satoru wraps an arm around you.

“I love both of you.” You look at him then, so nervous, but he exhales, kissing you softly, feeling tears fall from his eyes, pulling back to see you’re trembling. “I know it’s a lot, but you have to know that I love you. I love both of you so much it hurts.”

“I love both of you.” Your heart hammers in your chest, as a hand slips up your back, and he leans down, blue eyes swirling with tears. “I’ll take care of you both, always. I… I’m complete now, with you both. I can’t ever lose you.”

“Satoru, never. I never want to be without you again.” Your hushed whispers are followed by sweet kisses, until you both close the door quietly, and Satoru has you picked up in his arms, effortless as you hold onto him, resting your foreheads against each other. “I’m home, here.”

“You are home, here. Want you to have my last name, both of you. Please.” You nod, sniffling as he carries you, kissing you desperately, pressing you against the door of his room once you’re back inside. “Need you to have my last fuckin’ name.”

“We will, Satoru. We’ll all be Gojos, hmm?” He grins so big then, easing you down and turning you, vivid memories of that night filling your mind, overwhelming your senses. Your head falls back as he kisses down your neck, slipping your shorts to the side to find you.

“So ready f’me?” You nod weakly. “Good, need to have a whole fucking clan of Gojos, yeah? Gonna give it to me?”

“Mnh, yes.”

You would give Satoru anything, and finally every piece that seemed so out of sorts is in place, as you found something you didn’t know was missing, and he found a family he didn’t know he had. As he eagerly works you so well that night again, you also know you want to give him more.

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You roll them first, then do as you’re told. His hands flex at your hips and you wiggle just a little, growing impatient. It feels good– he feels good, he always does– but you’ve had enough banter. “Just shut up and let me fuck you,” you say, threading the fingers of both hands through his sweat-damp hair and balling them into fists to tug his head back.

His grin is devastating, and you clench involuntarily around him, sucking in a quick breath. “Say it,” he begs. “You know you want to.”

With all the sarcasm you can muster, you moan– over the top, ridiculously loud and lusty and obnoxious– and you say what he wants you to say. “You’re so pretty, Satoru.”

He’s acting now too, kissing you with too much tongue and kneading your waist with his eager hands to guide your thrusts so that you’re fucking him at just the right angle. You slap the taut muscle of his shoulder and bite down on his earlobe, slipping your tongue over the ridge of cartilage just above. Just as you think you’re about to lose control, he stills you, holds your hips in place with surprising strength so you can’t move.

You fist your hands into his hair again and press your forehead against his, looking deep into those maddening crystalline eyes. “Fuck you,” you hiss, trying in vain to reclaim the rhythm you’d built.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he teases, reaching between you to roll one of your nipples between his fingers before lowering his head to draw it into his mouth. You take advantage of his preoccupation and swivel your hips, using both hands to press against his chest so that he’s lying flat against the tangled sheets. Of course, he didn’t put up much of a fight, save from a less-than-gentle bite to your breast before releasing it. He throws his arms out to his sides– all drama and fanfare and playful surrender. “I’m under your spell. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

So you put on a show, using his body to pleasure yourself. He is slick and sinew and strength, and when you dare to meet his eyes, you’re taken aback at how reverently he’s watching you. His mouth is pink and swollen and slightly open, and his face glistens with sweat in the dim lamplight he insisted upon when you first started making out not so long ago. There’s a balmy summer breeze that blows the sheer curtains into the room and the sound of the ocean at your back, and there’s not another soul around for miles; really, you could be as loud and wanton as you’d like, but you think in this moment that you’d rather save that for later. What was playful and dramatic just moments ago has suddenly taken a more serious turn as your body begins to bloom above him, around him. As if he wasn’t hard enough inside you, you’d swear you feel him grow even more firm as you rock your hips, lifting your hair away from your shoulders to feel some of that breeze kiss away the prickling heat on your skin.

He’s uncharacteristically quiet as you come, and he folds his hands around yours to pull you down for a kiss. It’s a beautiful release, one that has you nearly weeping as he folds his arms around you. Your heart races; each breath is a gasp, a plea, a desperate intake of precious oxygen to bring you back down to earth and into the safety of his embrace.

Gently, he turns you so that you’re beneath him and slides his hands over your thighs as he pushes back inside. You’re sensitive– so sensitive– and you beg him to go slowly because you can feel another orgasm building as he moves. The control he has is devastating, and you watch, fascinated, as his body rolls against yours with languid strokes. When he sees where you’re focused, he huffs a laugh and kisses just below your jaw before he whispers, “It’s pretty, huh? My body. You like that?”

Your eyes roll back into your head of their own volition; you grab two handfuls of his tight ass and squeeze. “Yes, you’re pretty. You’re so fucking pretty, Satoru. Happy now?”

“Oh– oh baby, you’re gonna– “ he gasps, and the speed of his thrusting increases. It’s dramatic and silly at first, but as he comes, he’s all business. There’s a shift in the way he looks at you; the mischievous sparkle turns into a dark, primal desire, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck at his peak, where his moan is lost in the fragrant softness of your skin.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers.