FOUR TEA MUGS

— FOUR TEA MUGS —

shinichiro sano x reader

fluff at the start. expect a wild turn. shinichiro is not the only guy in love with you, keep that in mind

wc: 3k

a/n: hello stranger that came across and kept reading :) this is my first fic ever *panic* but i’m glad i can share it with you. this story could have been separated in two different parts because of the turn it has, but i decided not to do it because this is the way i visualized it at first, and i wanted to stick to that, plus, i had so much fun writing it. hope you all like it too! in advance, thank you so much for being here and giving this a chance, means the world to me. also, i want to specially thank my dear friend @saturnmitsuya that helped me to make this possible, te amo bonita

reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated. please forgive any spelling mistakes and the constant editing

the day was serene and it was cold outside. 4:02 p.m. s.s. motors still open

shinichiro was holding is his arms what he enjoys, a little way too much, to call the woman of his life. both bodies over an old chair that stood behind a tore small desk where he wrote down things about motorcycles that he needed, making calls and all those sort of things you have to arrange when you run a store. you mockingly named it ‘’his office’’ just to piss him off

the situation right now, started because he decided to behave like the most pathetic and cute big baby ever, stating that ‘’he was freezing’’ all pouty and shivering, which was all bullshit, just to have you sitting on top of him. yeah. the sano’s family ability to find ways to convince people, runs just as hard as oxygen through his veins. but you didn’t really put up much resistance either, saying no to him it’s a pretty much impossible thing to do

hands playing with the black locks on the back of his head, arms snaking through your hips and waist, exploring under your sweater to slightly rose your free breasts, kissing his neck, moving to his cheek and finally his lips with wide grins in between. the position was provocative, yes. making out at the corner of his store while straddling his legs. but that was really it, just making out. simple, right?

see, the real core of shinichiro sano’s charm is that everything is just so simple when he is with you, and somehow, it always manages to feel perfect. as if you were pieces made for each other, and nothing else in this world could ever change the ideal way you both fit. or like two planets aligned together that dance around the same orbit, in one melody created by the universe just for yourselves to hear

-what do you want to have for dinner, bunny? i’ll close earlier so we can go eat, it’s on me today- he commented, lips a bit reddish from kissing, looking at you with the goofiest flushed expression ever, weak to women after all

-well, your grandpa’s miso soup could be real awesome right now cause it’s pretty chilly outside- you furrowed your brows in late realization -speaking of the weather, did you bring your jacket? i don’t want you to go out with that plain shirt, weren’t you freezing a few minutes ago? you will catch a cold you awful liar!-

he honestly wasn’t even listening to your attacks, well of course he was, but his eyes were mostly fixated on the movement of your lips, how you were scolding him

you really were the woman of his life, for sure. always so caring, always so loving, always you

-i love you y/n-

words just slipped in the middle of the bliss within his embrace. then, he started caressing your back, going all the way to your rear with a cheeky grin, planning to kiss you again. you stopped talking, cheeks and ears burning red. you couldn’t believe him, this bastard

-s-shin! don’t change the subject like that, i’m being serio-

-are we interrupting something?-

indeed, an interruption happened, one of shinichiro’s younger siblings, manjiro, stood by the door of the shop hands in pockets, deadpan. while keisuke, the friend of his that was following behind, was as pale as a corpse

both reactions shared a reason, later revealed

-oh! m-mikey! and keisuke!- shinichiro said looking up and removing his hands off your body immediately, taking a glance behind your back, nervous as hell. his little brother just busted him groping his girl’s ass right on top of his lap after a kissing session that lasted like, solid 20 minutes, fuck, did they saw that too? he might be 23 years old but he felt as a hormonal middle schooler all over again

-hello!- you greeted turning around as nice as ever, still on your compromising position. not giving a single damn. now it was time for your boyfriend to be embarrassed

-um w-we can come back later if- baji started, not knowing what to do with his stare, he was just as uncomfortable as shinichiro. sweaty palms and everything

while mikey was really quiet, just staring. strange you thought

-no! no! there´s no need, you didn’t interrupt anything. i will go make something to drink so you guys can talk okay? tea is fine baby?- you said twirling shin’s hair on your fingers, looking straight to his eyes, oh how you wished you could take a picture right now, then turning to the boys for approval

-sure love, it’s perfect thanks- the kids nodded and shin’s blood finally started to dissipate from his facial features. thank god

-alright- you said, giving him a last peck on the cheek while you placed your palms on his chest, getting off from him. -hey baji- you called him turning halfway -would you mind coming with me? i might need some extra hands-

-s-sure!- shit he thought

at this point, the explanation of the boys reactions earlier it’s revealed

there’s this thing that has been pestering baji since the moment that mikey, told him they were heading to see his brother to ask him for some advices, and that most probably, they would encounter his girlfriend too. actually, this comes from many years back, but he is just oblivious about it, until now

keisuke baji was a nice kid, since you’ve known the sano family for quite a while, you’ve come across to meet the friends they have made along the way. so since a very young age, baji has been around

you used to go to the same school and shared some classes with shinichiro as a teenager, and he always tried to get closer to you by intentionally pairing up in teams for projects, inviting you to eat at his household and such. you were his high school sweetheart, the girl he liked the most and for the longest time. and last but not meat, you also were the last 11 rejections of his lucky 20 until he won you over, but he decides to not bring that out very often

so when baji saw you for the first time, it was one of the times shinichiro took you to his house. you were peeking all over the dojo watching everyone practice, entertained. when suddenly, you landed your eyes on his tiny figure

and simply smiled

-so, how’s the shop thing going on?- you asked, pouring some water to boil, opening some tea bags and preparing the containers. there was a kitchenette at the very back of the establishment, with just a stove and a small freezer with water and some snacks

-s-shop thing? what do you mean?- shit! stop being an asshole, he pleaded his brain, or was it his heart?for some mercy. he didn’t really knew which one of them was messing things up and that was definitely a problem

-you already forgot? your dream of owning a pet shop that you told me about a while ago, you were much younger. i hope that you didn’t drop it- you mentioned, smiling, just like that one day

why?

why did you remembered that about him? why did you have to bring it out? the stupid dream, that he still desires, he told you once. making him feel weak for the 3rd time in a couple of minutes

why was he feeling this way?

he believed he was strong, he proudly called himself a member of a gang, but he started to sweat with a simple question like this? there has to be something real wrong with him, it can’t be that-

oh

you were leaning on the counter next to the stove, waiting for the water to be ready, hair a bit messy, black leggings, some slippers and your boyfriend’s silver chain freshly stoled from him this morning decorating your chest. you weren’t wearing a bra, and the loose fabric of an oversized sweater that was trying to keep you warm couldn’t stop your hard nippled breasts from showing. his throat closed and he felt he could die suffocated at any second, look somewhere else you piece of shit, he mentally slapped himself

-yeah i guess, i still like animals a lot- he scratched his head, avoiding your gaze by looking down. you noticed it but just decided to let it slip, and turned back to turn off the flame and pour the water over four identical red mugs to prepare the drinks

-that makes me so happy, keisuke. your shop will be the best in town, i’m sure of it. cats alredy love you. oh! and i’ll be your first client. don’t even forget that, okay bug?- you teased, poking his nose. dear god, he forgot you used to call him like that

you weren’t like the senior girls at his school that every boy his aged pathetically stalked, nor the older ones that lived near his apartment complex that elderly men disgustingly desired. hell, you weren’t even like the women of the porn magazines that pah kept hidden under his bed, which made them all drool over like a bunch of idiots

your beauty was anything but perfect. your beauty was the vivid personification of the word home, you felt like home, an immensely loving one. perfect wasn’t a word he could use to describe you because he would be lying, you were making tea in clothes you used for sleeping, and still, you looked like an angel to his eyes

he finally saw it

-y-yeah okay, i won’t- he stuttered, blushing. you grinned pleased and grabbed two of the cups on your hands, asking him for his help with the remaining ones, finally heading back to the front

you took a sit next to your boyfriend who was now casually smoking, and his brother, in some spair chairs he found, carefully offering them the steaming hot cups

he was sure he liked you, since the day he first saw you at the dojo. but he never truly paid any attention to his blooming emotions, ‘’who cares about that sappy crap anyway?’’ he did

still, he would never spill a word. it was no use

if he kept his feelings ignored and buried all this time, he could just keep doing it, right?

shinichiro draped an arm around your shoulders while all of you were chatting and making jokes, getting closer to blow breathy kisses in your ear every once in a while just to tickle you. mikey scolded him with pouts because of his clinginess and you laughed until your stomach ached, things were always like this with them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

baji stared at your interactions for a while. he likes it a lot when you smile, he discovered that years ago, but he also discovered that shinichiro sano is the person who makes you do it the most. so he must be fine with that. he is just a kid with a dumb crush and you are a woman in a relationship that most likely, will last forever

the first taste of bittersweet teenage love in his life

so for now, his dream had a new meaning. the fact that you remembered it and wanted to be there when he fulfills it, made him feel like blushing again. and it was enough to keep him content

mikey finished talking with his brother, mugs went empty and it was time to leave. both boys decided to go back on their way

when they went out of the store and started walking along the cold breeze that provided them company, keisuke looked back to one of the windows, and he could see how shinchiro bent down to carry you, positioning himself between your legs in the air, both smiling widely at each other, enamored, and probably still joking about random things. he turned away, not wanting to pry anymore into the comfort of your intimacy

-ah man, if i get married someday i hope it’s with a girl like y/n- baji was talking behind mikey, walking slowly through the streets, sighing, arms over his head acting all cool, in an attempt to shake off the rests of wild emotions he felt moments ago, not even noticing in the slightest bit, the low temperature of the environment and the notorious dark aura his friend emanated, still silent and hands in pockets

oh how he wished he never said anything at first, he should have just kept his mouth shu-

-you like her too, right?-

so that’s

why he was so quiet

-hah?-

in the couple of minutes he stood there processing what he just heard mikey say, keisuke baji inaugurated, in a matter of seconds, a whole category in the depths of his mind called ‘’emotionally wrecker-fucker 3000’’ yeah…. to describe the second wave of feelings that literally crushed him in that moment

actually, that whole afternoon can be found saved in that mental file, not just the moments of realization, but all of it. boobs, cold weather, rushing blood, cigarettes, kisses, a mess of emotions, fighting with mikey in the middle of a random street and four tea mugs

there’s no way in hell he will ever forget this day

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𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄!

ft. itadori, megumi, inumaki, yuta, gojo, geto, choso, toji

tw. fem!reader, praise, cursing, dirty talk, mentions of creampie, breeding kink, cockwarming, pussy drunk boyo, needy boyo, dom!w/sub! reader

an. tr version, hq version, aot version <3

𖦹 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

it’s starts out innocent, sitting on itadori’s lap while he watches a movie—only the thin fabric of your panties just grazes across his clothed length and he throbs at the contact. stifling an ill ridden moan when you shift on him, larger arms coming out to wrap across your waist—lips taunting your neck and calloused fingers tracing your thighs. “i want you” itadori mumbles, rolling your hips on his aching cock, with fingers working quicker than tongue entangled inside both of your mouths— a blink of time, you’re naked underneath him and itadori fists his cock above you, sneering his eyes on you “pretty pussy.” with hands spreading your cunt open, itadori feels a singe of nerves creep through his form at his bare cock brush through your folds. “you’re so wet, fuck—i-i can’t believe im gonna fuck you—raw, fucking raw princess” itadori groans, sinking his cock in and the aduable moan rupturing his lungs, nails digging in your inner thighs and his body in shambles with just a single taste of your bare pussy. “yuji, more” you whine, hips dropping and folding his body over you, itadori halts the gaping stare he has on his cock hitting flush in your weeping hole and brings it to your face. “yeah, more. i-i’ll give you more angel, give you e-everything” itadori stutters, rocking his hips in your messy hole and pressing your back further into the couch. itadori composure melts, tipping over at the euphoric feeling wrapped around his cock and the raw, exposed walls fit perfectly against his throbbing length. and he can feel by the way his cock twitches itadori is going to cum soon and he can only hope he’s able to stop after one load fucked into your greedy hole, all for him.

𖦹 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

megumi disregards the filth covered thoughts racing through his mind as he pulls your back flush to his chest while his cock slips through your thighs. megumi’s hips reel back, pushing through your subtle flesh again in one snap “i want to fuck you so bad” he whispers, nestling his nose into your neck, “w-without a condom, i want to—” megumi takes his hand to lift your leg upwards, “shit i just need you.” your hand comes out to grip his cock, fisting it and megumi throws his head back with a moan rippling through his lips, “yeah princess, like that” megumi bucks his hips in your hand, stomach churning with every touch of your fingers neatly fastened to his length. “can i, please?” megumi groans while you motion his cock through your folds, and with just the subtle touch of your juices he’s feels like he could cum right now. his cock pushes through your tight pussy, the slick of you guiding him to bottom out in a mere seconds, megumi eyes knock white wrapping his arms around you. the warmth seeps into his length, juices welcoming the aching tip of his cock and your small litters of moans filter his mind, “just like this, fuck baby—just like this” megumi leaves a hot breath across the shell of your ear, “if i move, i’ll cum so fucking quick so let’s stay like this for a little bit, yeah angel?” megumi wants this to last an eternity, soaking the raw, exposed feeling of your pussy wrapped perfectly around his cock, like it should be.

𖦹 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

“toge— you can move” you whimper below your boyfriend, raising your hand to rub a soft circle on his cheek and inumaki can’t help but nuzzle into your palm. he cannot speak often and though it becomes a bothersome subject—the actions inumaki displays volumes. soft vibrations of moans rattle his chest, gentle breaths flutter across your face when he finally begins moving, without anything damaging your connected bodies. inumaki struggles to keep a planted foot on this earth with how much you mold to his cock, your hands tied through his hair and pussy dripping on his length. “so good” inumaki utters, lifting his eyes to meet yours and you soften at him struggling to brings words to the atmosphere, “you’re so good, you make me feel so good” you reply back to him and inumaki mouth gapes at the praise. and he’s livid that he hasn’t done this earlier—how perfect this newfound feeling envelopes his soul, purifies any stress traced in his mind and how much you beg for more. “cum” inumaki glosses his eyes back to you, the speech provoke your orgasm to jolt through your body and spray his abdomen, your gasps for air make him blush but the way you look—the way you feel, his speech curse is going to be the second favorite thing to do when inumaki fucks you.

𖦹 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

“angel, please” yuta moans, masking his face with his lithe fingers, face blistering a deep red whenever you bounce harder on his cock. “m’so sensitive” yuta whispers and you settle in his lap, gripping his face within your hands “but it feels so good, you feel so good” yuta pulls his hands from his face, lingering a searing gaze down to the mess slathered in his thighs and the way your pussy swallows him whole. “can’t stop, wanna cum again” yuta crashes his lips against yours, a snap of his hands and they concrete to your hips moving your harder on his rigid cock, “wanna cum for you, my pretty girl.” your body crumbles at the praise, noticing the way yuta has sweat saturated to his forehead, lips parted and swallowing shallow breaths and his cock clinging to your walls is nothing but immense pleasure captivates your body, driving through to your core. “cum on my cock, show me how good i make you fuckin’ feel” yuta pants, another tip off of the edge and he dives head first, cock leaking a pitiful amount of cum in your hole once more. and yuta is aching, trembling under you and as bad as he wants—yuta has to cum in you again because he cannot get enough especially with his cum being fucked deep in you.

𖦹 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“you keep staring at me like that pretty girl, what do you want?” geto smiles, looking over at you from the driver seat, his hand lingers on your thigh and squeezes the flesh. “you, want you” you whisper out, pulling his hand towards your throbbing heat. “i don’t have a condom” geto replies, smirking while his other hand grips the steering wheel, “i don’t care—need you now” you drag your eyes over to him, geto looks back with orbs painted black and a grin toying with his lips, “whatever you want, i’ll give it to you.” but it’s the other way around now, followed in the backseat with a pair of your legs thrown over his shoulder and geto pumps his swollen cock in your cunt, watching the amount of your slick drip to his leather seats and your moans casted upon the air. “you feel so fucking good” geto grunts, so lost in your pussy drowning his cock, pratically milking him dry and his body tipping over with another clench around his length. you say the words and he’s addicted, fucking you raw was one thing but cumming inside you? he’s falling at the phrase, rutting his hips so hard into your body the flesh ripples in response and pulling out to use the tip to smear his seed on your puffy clit. “look at my good girl” geto coos, bending down to use two fingers guiding his cum back in your hole, “looks like this pussy could take some more, yeah?”

𖦹 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“would you fuck me raw, satoru?” you question gojo as he watches tv, long legs spread open and wide, tilting his head over in your direction, “shit” he mumbles and it grasps your attention even more, wandering over to his spot on the couch. the prominent outline emerging from his pants clearly paints a picture and it’s not subtle anymore as he lets you spring his cock free without another glossed covered word, watches as the length switches and grows harder by the minute. “is that your answer?” gojo asks, breath hitched to his throat when you stand to your feet, dropping your bottoms and climbing over his lap. “oh my god” gojo moans, you barely have dropped your hips to meet his aching cock and gojo is ready to succumb under the warmth of your velvet walls. gojo starts slow, his body is moving on instinct, searching for a blissful ending within your hole, bucking and dragging his cock along your walls and as his orgasm tears it’s head to the waves of pleasure he can only meekly fuck hisself through it, hisses left in the air and moans fluttering through those pretty lips. “we’re about to find out how much you can take of my raw cock princess, cause there’s no fucking way i can stop now” gojo groans, flipping you over and sliding a hand down to your puffy clit, “might as well cum with me this time” he sneers, watching your face contort to absolute beauty—gojo has spent a lifetime looking through his endless eyes but what he looks down upon now—is his bare cock splitting open your perfect pussy.

𖦹 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“fuck—i-i’m gonna cum, inside you, b-breed you” choso stammers, dragging his eyes from the way his cock is splitting open you open to lining his vision on your face. choso could easily melt above you at the sight, lips parted recognized into a simple ‘o’ direction. “is that what you want, angel?” choso ghosts his lips over yours, dark toned eyes boring straight into your soul and he places his hands beside your head. telling choso you wanted him to fuck you raw, his thought was just another snap of his hips and spill of his cum but it was so much more, “yes” a breathless moan sets apart your lips before choso crashes them against your own. his cock is greedy, relishing in your warm tight talks before he reels his hips back to watch the juices drip from your hole. with only the tip remaining, choso plows his fat cock back inside you. “take it pretty girl, take it all” choso moans out, fucking his cock deep in your hole, painting your velvet walls and he shutters, shoulders trembling at the mess dripping past his balls. choso flickers his eyes down to your pussy sucking him back in, as if this whole time fucking you like this was what he needed, “m-more princess, wanna feel you more—need to feel you more.”

𖦹 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“i feel how much you’re clenching around me, pretty” toji smirks, locking eyes with you and reaching a finger out to press his thumb on your bottom lip, “does my cock feel that good without a condom? we’ve barely started.” toji reaches a hand under your torso, rising you closer to him as he fucks his cock deeper in your hole. with no shred of dignity you cream around his length, your toes curling beside his head, and fingers clawing at his biceps. “now you’re going to be so sensitive angel but you’ll take this fat cock, yeah?” toji smirks when you only nod your head, and he’s reeling his hips back to watch the white ring wrapped around his cock. he’s only getting started and toji would be a fucking liar if he doesn’t want to cum right now, feel the way your pussy sucks in his white load but engrossing in your fragile features under his cock pounding in your tight hole is so much better. “now i’ll only fuck you this way pretty baby, this pussy derseve to feel everything” toji brushes his lips across your own and maybe you can hear what he says but it’s so difficult while your boyfriend buries himself inside you and that sticky white cum coating your inner thighs and staining the sheets below.

just give me a second

being suguru’s eternal. perhaps not his s/o but someone much more. you’re his eternal life, so much so that every breath depends on whether you are near. there is no future for him if you’re not in it. you’re his beginning, his end. his everything. his love for you is every growing and to say he’s 'in love', that vague weakened phrase, cannot express it. you live in each other, through each other, and by each other. you are each other.

october 31st, year 2005. 11:03 p.m.

you left your window open, as usual. he would always climb through the structures of your home late at night to visit you

it was your little secret rutine

he stumbled upon your things, stepping over them. always making a mess

but you couldn't care less, he would always be there, every single night. smiling at you with that particular grin that resembles trouble. the one that made you fall for him

sometimes covered in blood, sometimes in cat fur, sometimes both

he is everything you need, he is everything you ever wanted

where is him?

he mentioned the night before that he would have to fight today, but he promised to be back to you like he always did, he insisted you didn’t have to worry, still

where is him?

your sheets were covered of his scent from all the times he stayed to sleep by your side. bodies mingled in a web of legs and arms, sharing the most intimate kisses and also trying so hard to lower the volume of your constant laughter. whispering to each other how your days went. he always beat you up with the most thrilling stories

both keeping each other in a warm embrace in the privacy of your room. no one has ever seen this side of him. he is completely yours and you are entirely his

the wandering wild eyes that stared deeply at yours, were the definition of an intoxicating promise

pure love

11: 57 p.m. halloween day coming to an end

you received a call. it was chifuyu

what could he possibly need to say this late at night? it was most probably about your boyfriend

you immediately picked up