12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

8 | Eight Maids-a-Milking

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Prompt: A barista gets to know a lonely CEO over the holidays.

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There's this customer who has been coming in all week, ordering the most horrendous drinks you've ever heard of. It's the first time you've ever seen him in your little coffee shop, and it's not a chain, so you've wondered what brings a CEO like him here to conduct business each and every morning. The week of Christmas no less.

Satoru's charming, flirty, eye-catching; tall, so very, very tall, and has the prettiest blue eyes hidden behind square sunglasses.

He comes in, orders a heinous concoction, grin plastered on this stupidly beautiful face each and every morning.

The first time it happened, he ordered a large cold cream vanilla cold brew with heavy cream, light ice, ten pumps of vanilla, seven pumps of caramel syrup, 3 pumps of caramel sauce, five pumps of white mocha, extra whipped cream with caramel and chocolate drizzle without batting a pretty eyelash.

And you thought he was joking, so you stood there for an eternity just staring at him, until you realized he was serious.

Over the course of the week, you caught him watching you behind the counter as he was on business calls, or working on his laptop. And he caught you watching him too, sending flirty little smiles your way.

Your reaction was the same each time, cheeks flushing and squeezing your thighs together just a little tighter.

Today is Christmas Eve, and you were given the late shift, so you didn't see your handsome new regular this morning, if he even came in. The odds would be unlikely with most work giving employees off. He's probably spending his day with family anyway.

The day has been slow, to be expected, and you've sent the other person working with you home, since there hasn't been a car on the street in hours, a customer for even longer.

You sigh and pull out your phone ready to scroll through social media when a familiar black Maserati pulls up, driver side door opening vertically, your customers getting out, long legs carrying him to the front door quickly.

Satoru beams at you once the door is opened, the little bell alerting you of his entrance, as if you didn't already know.

"Hey, babe," he says casually, as if that wasn't the first time he's called you that, "I'd like a large iced caramel macchiato with fifteen pumps of vanilla syrup, heavy whipped cream, light ice, chocolate drizzle and a strawberry on top, just for fun."

You smile and shake your head, having quickly gotten used to his repulsive orders and work on making it. You find you're kind of excited for him to show up, even though he'll likely leave right after he gets his order, it's almost as if he came here specially to see you.

It feels... nice. Special in a way.

"I'm surprised you still have teeth after ordering drinks like this all week," you tease, working on adding all the pumps of vanilla into the cup.

He shrugs, leaning across the counter to watch, his large torso easily allowing him to take up most of the space available.

As the two of you chat, while finishing his drink, you realize his eyes hold a certain sadness to them, that they didn't have any other day, and you wonder if maybe that's why he's been in all week - to not be alone.

Even though you barely know this man, you can understand the sentiment. It can't be easy being the CEO of a multimillion dollar corporation and maintaining many friendships outside of that position.