You, on the other hand, forced yourself to stay impassive. You looked away, nonchalantly, effortlessly, and turned to Mirio.
"So," you asked, voice calm, "what do you want to drink?"
"Hm, I'll have an Aperol Spritz. You?" Mirio leaned toward you slightly. His hand brushed your cheek, light, instinctive. The warmth lingered for a moment, but you let it go.
You smiled softly, trying to keep your voice steady.
"I'll have a peach juice," you replied calmly, letting a hint of serenity return to your face.
After ordering, Mirio leaned a little closer, closing the distance until he was almost touching you. He spoke with his usual ease, anecdotes, jokes, easy laughter, making you laugh too, making you forget, for a moment, that your ex, the father of your child, was only a few meters away.
You felt lighter, the knot in your stomach had almost completely dissolved. But then, suddenly, Mirio lowered his voice and gave you a curious look, as if he'd just noticed something unusual.
"You know," he said softly, nodding his chin toward the window, "that girl Katsuki is holding... everyone knows her." He smiled at you.
Then he continued. "Her name is Camie Utsushimi, and she studies at Shiketsu High School. Do you know why everyone knows her? She's famous for giving blowjobs to everyone, both teachers and students like her, and she gets paid for it. In short, a real slut."
Your mouth dropped open, shocked by those words. "I mean... he left me... for that kind of girl?" you asked incredulously.
"Yes!" Mirio blurted, a mix of shock and friendly anger in his voice. "But when someone's an idiot, you can't do anything about it. You just have to wait until they regret it, because trust me, he will. And from the way he's looking at you, I'd say he's already starting to realize it."
You looked into his eyes, seeking confirmation and perhaps a hint of vengeance in his tone. "So...you fucked this Camie too?" your voice asked, halfway between sarcasm and curiosity.
Mirio burst into a roar of laughter, loud enough that nearby tables turned to look.
"Who, that one?" he said, still laughing. "Tara, sensei, I like MILFs. What do you expect me to do with a young girl?"
For a moment, the smile faded from his lips. Mirio's gaze changed, deepening, becoming more serious. He slowly moved closer, until his voice was a whisper just inches from your mouth.
"I like women like you, sensei."
A beat of silence. Then, with a faint smile, he added:
"And I have a weakness for pregnant women. My future wife will always have to be pregnant... yes... I like children, Tara. I adore them. All of them."
You looked at him, amused, and maybe, just for a second, a little tender.
"Well, then I hope you marry a beautiful, healthy woman... so she can give you everything you deserve!" You exclaimed with a light smile, your hand almost without thinking, resting on his knee.
You closed your eyes for a moment, perhaps to hide the emotion, perhaps to savor the calm of that moment.
Mirio stopped laughing. His gaze slid to your hand, then he took it in his and squeezed it tightly, as if afraid you might take it away.
"Tara... I..."
He was about to say something, but at that moment the waiter arrived with the drinks. He placed the glasses on the table with a discreet smile and, along with the drinks, brought a rich aperitif: colorful plates, fresh food, inviting aromas. The moment dissolved into a parenthesis of normality, but something uneasy still lingered in the air.
Across the room, Katsuki hadn't taken his eyes off you for a single moment. Next to him, Camie was talking, gesturing, laughing... but he wasn't listening. He was focused solely on you.
You, however, were elsewhere. And there, you noticed how naturally everything seemed to flow with Mirio, he made you laugh, he treated you with respect, and his every gesture seemed to remind you how easy it was, next to him, to finally feel safe.
***
Your phone rang at exactly 1:45 a.m. You were at Mirio's house, talking, sipping tea, cuddling near the fireplace. You saw that damned name on the screen and your stomach tightened, your heart skipped a beat, then another. A slight nausea rose in your chest, Mirio noticed.
"It's... it's Katsuki," you said, a flicker of nervousness tightening your voice.
"Stay calm. Answer."
You nodded and slipped away toward the bathroom, steps light, almost soundless. His timing couldn't have been worse, and maybe that's why you decided to let all your frustration spill into that call.
"Hello." Your tone was sharp, dry, flat.
"Ta...Tara. Hi..."
"What do you want?" you asked, very upset. Your hands were shaking with nerves.
"I...I don't want to argue. So listen to me, please," he said, his voice calm but sad. "I've thought about it and...yes, I mean...I decided to acknowledge the child. In the end, he's ours and...when we conceived him...well...we were together and...we loved each other...so much."
The words hit you in the chest, one by one. We loved each other. There, in the echo of the room, that sentence brought with it images you'd rather not see: intertwined fingers, his cock inside you, his possessiveness, his jealousy, a promise whispered when it was still possible to believe. You swallowed hard.
"Okay, good for you," you replied, breath uneven. "What else do you have to say?"
"When he's born... I'd like to see him. Hold him. Every weekend, at least."
You closed your eyes. The skin on your belly tightened; a small kick pressed back from inside, as if impatient to arrive. I'll protect you, you thought. From everything.
"Okay," you whispered. "We'll work it out. In writing."
Silence. Then his voice cracked slightly: "Tara, I... I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I left you alone, and..."
He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before you slammed the phone down on him. You'd made a promise, to yourself and to your son: Katsuki Bakugo would never come near you again. You wouldn't let him, not even if he begged you on his knees.
You stayed there, immersed in the silence of that elegant bathroom, surrounded by the warmth of the steam and the steady beat of your heart. A wave of anger rose again, fierce, blinding, until your fists ached from how tightly you held them. Then it broke, collapsing into a dull, deep ache that left you hollow.
When you stepped out of the bathroom, the house was wrapped in a strange, gentle silence. Mirio was already asleep, his face peaceful, his profile traced by the thin silver light of the moon. One hand lay open on the pillow, as if reaching for you even in sleep.
You moved closer. The mattress dipped beneath your weight, and his eyes fluttered open.
"You okay?" he murmured with a sleepy smile.
You nodded. "Yeah. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
He was lying down, legs stretched out, light cotton shorts brushing against his hips. You'd only known him for a few days, yet for some reason it felt as if you'd known him forever. He wasn't wearing a shirt; his breathing was slow, steady, his hands resting behind his head. When you sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes opened fully, meeting yours with a calm, unguarded intensity that made the room seem smaller.
Your fingers grazed his chest, and when he saw your hands approach his shorts, he lifted his hips just enough for you to grasp the waistband with both hands and pull them down in one swift motion. The fabric slid down his toned legs, revealing an already hard, enormous cock, its tip throbbing with desire. It wasn't the first time you'd seen it, it wasn't the first time you'd touched it, but it was as if your body forgot how perfect it always was: long, thick, veins pulsing beneath the skin, the tip swollen.
Mirio didn't move. He lay there looking at you, his gaze lost in your eyes, while he caressed your belly with one hand. When, suddenly, you knelt down.
The sheets beneath your knees were soft, clean, and fragrant, but you barely felt it. Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, the skin warm and alive beneath your fingers, and without hesitation, you lowered your head, opening your mouth around the tip.
The first lick was slow, your tongue wrapping around the glans, gathering his juices as they formed. Mirio let out a low, guttural moan, his fingers tightening on the bedroom pillow.
"Fuuck, mhm..."
You sunk your mouth along the shaft, taking him deeper and deeper. Your lips tightened around the circumference, and your hand began to move in sync, sawing him from the base upward as your head lowered. You felt him throb against the roof of your mouth, you heard his breathing become more labored, his thighs tensing beneath you. Mirio loved it when you took him completely in your mouth. And you knew it.
So when you felt his fingers touch your hair, as he guided you down with firm but not cruel pressure, you couldn't resist any longer. You relaxed your throat, inhaled through your nose, and let the tip of his cock brush your throat. A retch shook your chest, but you stifled it, your eyes watering and tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Take...take it all, even more..."
You moaned around his cock, feeling it swell more and more each time you went all the way inside. Your mouth was still moving up and down in a steady rhythm, your hand still rubbing the underside of his shaft, massaging the heavy balls that contracted beneath your fingers.
"Oh, you're so... good..." he said, his voice hoarse. "Look... how good it feels in your mouth..."
You looked up at him, your lashes wet and your lips swollen and shiny with saliva. You couldn't stop. Absolutely not. Every time your mouth moved down his cock, every time you felt that tip brush your throat, it was like something inside you ignited, like a fire was blazing between your legs. You were wet. So wet that your pussy had begun to throb, with nothing inside.
Mirio moaned louder, his hips starting to move in small, uncontrolled thrusts, as if he could no longer resist the urge to fuck your mouth.
"Pl-please..." His voice broke between pleasure and desperation. "If you keep this up...I'll cum..."
You didn't stop.
In fact, you increased the pace, your mouth going faster, deeper, your fingers still squeezing the base of his cock while your other hand ventured lower, grazing his balls, massaging them with a pressure you knew would be his end. Mirio cursed, his fingers tightening in your hair almost to the point of pain, but you didn't pull away. You wanted to feel this kind of torture. You wanted to feel him lose control. You wanted to be the one to make him lose it.
"Oh, no...I..."
His voice broke off in a strangled cry, his body tensing beneath you. You felt his cock throb violently, the first spurt of hot cum exploding in your throat, and you swallowed without hesitation, keeping your lips closed around the base as he continued to come. His hips lifted off the couch in short, desperate thrusts, as if he wanted to empty himself completely inside you.
You let him do it.
You drank every last drop, carefully wiping your lips. Your eyes closed, breathing a little heavier than usual. Only when Mirio relaxed on the bed did you step back, letting his cock, still semi-hard, slide out of your mouth with a wonderful bloop.
"How good..." You said, licking your lips, tasting the residue of him on your tongue, and when you opened your eyes again, you found him staring at you with a look that was half amazement, half desire.
"You...you're beautiful..."
He whispered, caressing your tender face. But then, just before you could respond, he grabbed you by the hips and forced you onto the mattress. You fell back, your chest heaving with labored breaths. "Now it's your turn..." he growled. Mirio bent down, his hands gripping your ankles, pulling you toward the edge of the bed until your ass was almost empty, your legs spread open and vulnerable before him.
"Look what I got you," he said, reaching for the nightstand. When he straightened, he was holding a sleek, black object with a wide base and a shaft that tapered toward the tip. .
A butt plug.
You felt your breath catch in your throat. You'd used it before, but never at a moment like this, when every touch, every look, seemed charged with something more than just sex.
Mirio smiled as he knelt on the bed between your legs. "I know you like it, Tara. I know you like feeling full." He ran his thumb along the slit of your panties, feeling how wet you were. "I want to prepare you, mommy. Because the next one to get you pregnant... it'll be me."
You could feel his desire to become a father every time he opened his mouth to speak. It wasn't a request or a question. It was a promise, the kind that made your pussy contract in a wave of heat, its walls pulsing needily.
He pulled off your panties without waiting any longer, and you watched as his lips approached your open pussy, exposed and already slick with juices. The first lick was long and slow, his tongue moving from the entrance of your pussy to your clit, collecting every drop you were exhaling. You moaned as your hips bucked against him.
"Oh... Mirio..."
"Shhh," he interrupted. "Let yourself go."
His mouth was on you, his tongue slipping between the lips of your tight pussy, savoring everything you had to offer, while his fingers moved toward your anus, gently massaging the opening with his saliva-drenched thumb. You gasped, your body tensing with the pleasure of feeling something hard in both your ass and pussy, and you couldn't wait.
But he didn't keep you waiting long.
With one hand he continued to touch you, his tongue on your clit, sucking it between his lips, while with the other he took the butt plug and lubricated it with a generous amount of cold gel. You felt the tip press against your anus as it instinctively contracted and closed, but he didn't stop.
"Relax..." He murmured against your vibrating pussy that made your thighs tremble. "Take it...for me."
And then, slowly, he inserted it.
The initial burning was intense, but it passed almost immediately, replaced by a feeling of fullness, of pressure expanding inside you, filling you in a way that made you moan loudly. Mirio didn't stop licking you for even a second, his tongue moving around the butt plug, moving up to your clit, where he stopped to suck hard.
"God, Mirio..." You arched, your fingers tightening in his hair, your thighs shaking. "I can't... I can't resist... anymore..."
"You don't have to," he said. "I want to feel you cum. I want to see you squirt with my butt plug in your ass."
With those words, his tongue became more insistent, more cruel, focusing on your clit with a precision that drove you wild. Two fingers sank into your pussy, curving upward, finding that famously sensitive spot that made you feel your orgasm coming. "Yes... cum for me... cum..."
Mirio didn't stop. He gave you no respite. His fingers moved faster and faster inside you, his tongue never stopped torturing your clit, and the butt plug filled your ass, making you feel complete and possessed.
Then, everything exploded.
A cry escaped your lips as your body contracted violently, the walls of your pussy clenching around his fingers, your clit throbbing under his tongue. And then...
"Mirio, move!"
A hot, unstoppable jet shot out of you, wetting his face, his neck, the sheets beneath you. You sobbed, your body convulsing with waves of pleasure so intense they were almost painful, as he continued to lick you, drinking every drop, his lips and chin soaked in your juices.
Only when the tremors began to subside did Mirio pull away from you. His eyes still burned with desire as he looked at you.
"Tara... I want to have a child with you," he said, in a very sweet tone.
You closed your eyes, your body still shaking with small spasms, savoring every word he said. And for the first time, you weren't afraid to believe it.