Multifandom blog bleach, jjk, bsd, aot etc

Kisuke smiled to himself when he woke to see you still fast asleep beside him. The blanket had slid completely from his body only to be taken by you(this was a nightly occurrence). Your face could barely be seen through the sea of bedsheets but what he could see was peaceful and gorgeous.

The mattress dipped under his weight subtly when he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

He forced himself out of bed, determined to make you breakfast in bed. It was your birthday after all, he had to make it special. If it were up to him, every day would be special but you made it very clear that you didn't want that. So what if he went all out? His love for you was intense and he enjoyed pampering you.

Kisuke disappeared out of the room and left you sleeping alone.

When you opened your eyes you noticed the bed beside you was still warm but it was empty. The only evidence of your excitable boyfriend was the distant scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen.

A couple minutes passed and Kisuke appeared in the doorway to your shared room. He wore nothing but a cooking apron and a chef's hat(where did he even get those? Honestly, you knew better than to ask questions at this point.) and he held a tray of food in his hands. Atop the tray was a bit of all your favourite breakfast foods and a tall glass of orange juice.

"happy birthday my sweet!" He exclaimed before closing the gap between the two of you.

Sitting up and allowing the blanket to fall over your body, you couldn't help being drawn to the small tuft of chest hair he had been sporting recently.

"My eyes are up here." He teased before passing you the tray of food.

"Thank you, baby. I can't help but notice you're naked under that little apron." You murmured and Kisuke clicked his tongue three times before shaking his head.

"don't sexualize me, just eat your breakfast, please?" Kisuke responded with a sly grin on his face.

Sitting the tray on your lap, you began eating your breakfast. Kisuke watched you intently, it was as if his life rode on the fact that you had to love his food.

Once you finished your food, Kisuke collected your empty dishes and walked back out of the room. You giggled at the sight of his bare ass cheeks when he walked away from you.

When he returned once more(still wearing nothing but that same apron) he sat beside you on the bed and kissed you softly on the cheek.

"What did you want to do today?" He asked

"can we just spend the day in bed together? Maybe watch a movie or two?" You asked sheepishly and Kisuke nodded.

"Of course, sweetheart! Whatever you want you get, it's your birthday." Kisuke said with a wink that made your stomach do backflips.

The two of you laid back against the headboard of the bed, his arm wrapped around your shoulders while he scooped up the remote for your tv that hung on the wall.

You leaned closer into his chest and felt the gentle rise of his chest. He thumb worked over the remote while the two of you mindlessly discussed what you would watch.

"Can we rewatch jjk0?" You asked shamelessly, you'd probably seen that damn movie 6 times in the last month but Kisuke nodded.

"Of course we can!" He exclaimed and as he uses the tv remote to type in the title a huge smile appeared on your face. You appreciated how patient he was with you and your hobbies. He was happy as long as he was around you and you were happy when you could share your favorite things with him.

The movie ticked while Kisuke ran his hands up and down the side of your body. His presence was so warm and welcoming, you were forever grateful you walked into that candy store all those years ago.

Kisuke sat up and gently moved your head to the pillow, wordlessly he lifted the bedsheets up and began disappearing under the blankets.

"Babe? What are you doing?" You asked but the way you rubbed your thighs together told him you knew exactly what he was planning.

"Keep watching the movie, angel." His voice came out muffled and when he hooked a single finger in the waistband of your pants he chuckled at the way your body twitched in response. He began sliding your pants down and instinctively, you lifted your hips for him to yank them down the rest of the way. Your eyes remained focused on the movie but your mind was elsewhere. Your attention was focused on how warm he felt so close to your core but still covered by the thin layer of cotton panties. Kisuke hummed to himself while he kissed your inner thigh so softly you almost questioned whether or not he was actually there or not. Your walls clenched around nothing in anticipation as he began kissing lower and lower, leaving wet marks on your inner thighs as he continued his lazy descent.

Your panties were soaked by this point, a large dark patch in the centre of the grey material. Kisuke wasn't done teasing you yet, he nudged his nose up against the growing wet spot in your panties. A gasp left your lips and a chuckle left his.

Kisuke pressed his lips to your throbbing clit from the outside of your panties.

"Mmph!" You whined when he sucked on your clothed clit.

"Kisuke! Stop teasing, please, it's not fair." You pleaded and a cruel laugh left your boyfriend's lips.

"Sorry, my dear...You're just too cute not to tease a little." His voice came out as a growl when he spoke and it made your clit flutter. Kisuke hooked his finger into the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down. Just like before, you lifted your hips and he removed them with ease.

Your legs parted on instinct and his warm breath fanned over your aching pussy.

"There we go...Happy birthday again, sweetheart." Kisuke cooed before swiping his tongue along your slit. A whimper left your lips as you continued to try and focus on the movie.

All that focus went out the window when he attached his tongue to your clit and sucked intently.

"Ah!" You groaned and arched your back at the intensity.

A single one of his long fingers slid its way through your walls with ease and curled in just the right spot.

"Oh, god." You moaned softly and Kisuke swapped between sucking your clit and licking it. He knew your body better than you did at this point so he knew exactly what you liked and he had your pussy mapped out completely. He knew exactly where to find your g-spot.

Kisuke rolled his tongue over the top of your hardened clit, his breath becoming ragged and uneven.

A second finger found your syrupy cunt, sliding in to meet the other one and a gutteral moan left your lips at the gentle stretch.

His tongue found a relentless pace that matched the speed of his fingers inside of you. You were all moans, whimpers and gasps at that point and Kisuke loved it. He loved how he could make you lose yourself to his mouth and fingers, every time. Your arousal leaked from your clenching pussy and pooled on the sheets beneath you.

A familiar warmth began building and building inside you and your moans became desperate. Kisuke knew you were close by the way you were squeezing him and when your back arched off the bed he knew he was right.

"Right there!" You pleaded and when your pussy pulsed around his fingers you couldn't hold back your cries. Your legs twitched around his face and without warning, they clamped around him. A startled groan left his throat while he rode out your orgasm. Your cunt gushed and leaked down his chin but he didn't mind, it turned him on more than anything.

***

Music thumped in your ears as you danced the pain away in the dingiest nightclub you'd ever been to.

Ever since your last sexual encounter with Satoru things became... Uncomfortable. Somehow your friendship was derailed and in turn, you hadn't seen or had sex with him in over a month. It was an incredibly long month to say the least, him disappearing from your life left a Gojo shaped hole in your heart.

It wasn't his fault, not fully. Perhaps you were both to blame for the state of your relationship.

After you two had cuddled together you had to open your big mouth.

"I thought you didn't like...touchy feely stuff." You teased...

Idiot...You knew he wasn't looking for anything serious and, to be fair, neither were you. It was just meant to be fun and a good way to relieve the built up tension. But you couldn't escape the feeling of his arms wrapped around you or the heat radiating from his chest when it pushed up against you. It felt right when it was meant to feel wrong.

So here you were, grinding against some stranger in the filthiest nightclub in town and completely wasted. Your friends had all disappeared at some stage into the night but you didn't care. How could you care? What with the strange man's sweaty palms holding onto your hips whilst you moved your hips and waist along the front of his crotch. Through the barely noticeable tent in his pants you could feel that he wasn't packing anything impressive but you didn't care. You were here to get drunk, have sex with a stranger in a bathroom stall and then stumble home. You deserved that much, especially after one of your friends informed you that Satoru was allegedly dating someone else. Why should you care anyway? He's the one who pushed you away, not the other way around.

The man grunted behind you and you made a point of rolling your hips just right against the small tent in his pants.

He was covered in sweat from head to toe and you weren't much better. In fact, the entire dance floor felt moist underneath your heels. Suddenly the room started spinning out from under you, impressively you managed to stay upright.

Looking over your shoulder to gaze at the man behind you, a sly grin spread across your lips.

"think I need a...nother d..rink." you slurred and the man returned your grin with a smirk of his own.

"I'll come with you." He replied and you could barely hear him over the sound of the music which seemed to surround you.

Leading him to the bar, you took a seat on one of the rickety bench seats and he took a seat next to you.

***

Several drinks later(you'd honestly lost count) you decided it was time to invite him back to your place. Nothing about this man turned you on but you were lonely and drunk and you really just wanted to get laid.

Before you could speak however, you noticed a familiar, white haired man standing at the other end of the room. His blindfold covered his eyes but you couldn't mistake that iconic hair for anyone else.

Satoru Gojo...What was he doing here?

You stood up from your seat, not wanting the white haired man to see you and when you leaned in to whisper in the other man's ear you almost fell forward.

"Back...To my place?" You asked but before he could answer you heard a familiar voice calling out to you. His voice was smooth as silk, same as it always was and you didn't need to face his direction to know who it was.

With a sigh you turned around(stumbled more like) to see Satoru sliding through crowds of people to get to you. Despite the blindfold, you could feel the way his eyes settled on you.

"I've been wanting to catch up with you!" Satoru shouted when he finally reached you. His breath smelled faintly of beer but mostly all you could focus on was the alluring scent of his cedar scented cologne.

"N...No you...were the one who stop...ped returning my calls." You forced out

"I know and I'm sorry. Can we talk somewhere else?" He asked but you couldn't help but burst into laughter at his words. Now he wanted to talk? But all those nights you laid awake crying and holding onto the sweater he let you borrow? He was nowhere to be seen then.

"No, I'm going home with..." Your voice trailed off when you remembered you actually hadn't gotten the other man's name.

"Victor." The man clarified

"Victor! Hic...I'm going home with Vic over here, not you." You stammered out and Victor nodded triumphantly before standing up to grab your wrist.

"speaking of...let's get going." Victor said loudly so that he could be heard over the thumping music.

"Wait, wait, wait, stop right there." Gojo said with an uncharacteristically serious look on his face.

"you're not seriously hoping to sleep with her? She can barely stand up." The white haired man said with a slight warning in his tone .

"Yeah, man. She wants it, come on." The man reiterated but without a second thought, Satoru reached over to pull you away from Victor's meaty grasp on your hip.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Victor protested

"leave, if you know what's good for you..." Satoru warned and Victor scowled at him but ultimately he must've decided it wasn't worth his trouble. He disappeared into the thick crowd of people and Satoru swiftly hoisted you up into his arms. The room span around you as he began walking you out the door. You wanted to push him away, wanted to hate him but you also didn't want him to let you go... You belonged in his arms, you just wished you could prove it to him.

***

The drive home was a blur of passing out in various positions in the back seat while Gojo sat beside you. Did he call a taxi? An Uber? You had no clue who was driving only that he wasn't.

When you awoke you found yourself in his arms once more as he carried you up the stairs to your apartment.

You passed out once more to awake on your bed, still with your clothes on(although your shoes were no longer on your feet).

The room was dark and completely still, were you alone? No...Your eyes focused on Satoru's frame on the other side of the room.

"...Toru...?" You groaned and he made his way over to where you were lying. He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled down at you.

"I'm surprised you're even awake right now, how're you feeling, princess?" He asked and your heart sank at the nickname. It felt good to be called princess by him again after so long but...it also felt like something forbidden, something you shouldn't enjoy.

Arousal pooled in your panties when he leaned in closer and you saw his blindfold hung off his neck. His bright, blue eyes focused on you so intently it felt as if your heart might burst into 1000 fragmented pieces.

"The room won't stop spinning." You admitted

"I'm gonna go grab you a glass of water. You threw up everything else I offered you." He said softly before leaning over to tuck a single strand of your sweat covered hair behind your ear. When he did so, his warm breath fanned over you and it only added to your arousal. You wanted him to rip your clothes off and fuck you into oblivion, you wanted that more than anything else in the word. But also...You wanted him to hold you tight and never let go.

"Do you want to have sex?" You blurted out and the moment you said it your cheeks grew warm.

"you'd want that, wouldn't you, pretty girl?" Satoru purred and you imagined how good it would feel if he just fucked you like he used to. Another part of you wanted him to make love to you...Whatever that means...

You nodded vicariously, ignoring the spinning in your head but Gojo clicked his tongue teasingly.

"I'm not going to have sex with you tonight, y/n...It would be wrong. But I'm going to stay with you tonight to make sure you don't...Choke on your own vomit or something." He said before pressing his lips to your forehead. There was something so tender about the way he kissed your forehead in that moment, it was like he was afraid you might break.

Time passed quickly and slowly in those moments. When he left to get you a drink of water, it went slow.

When he helped you change into your coziest pair of pajamas, time went too quickly.

When he crawled into bed with you and allowed you to lay your head on his chest...Time felt...Limitless.

**

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Your back was arched perfectly for satoru as he ruthlessly thrust into you from behind. Each time he pushed his cock through your folds he touched your g-spot. He'd already drawn three orgasms out of you and you were swiftly reaching your fourth.

His thick hands dug further into your plush hips as he rutted into you.

"Toru 'm close..." You blabbered out as drool fell from your lips and drenched the pillow beneath you. Not that it mattered anyway, the bed was drenched in your arousal and release.

"Yeah?" Satoru murmured and he leaned down so that his warm breath was fanning over the shell of your ear.

"Let me feel it then." He groaned in your ear and the sound of his voice sent you over the edge. Your walls clamped down over his thick cock and your moans were music to his ears. His pace didn't slow down, he fucked you through the waves of your orgasm.

Squelching from your pussy got louder as he fucked into you and then his body stiffened as he reached his own release.

"F...fuck..." He moaned and his body twitched over the top of you. His warmth flowed from your still pulsing walls as he pulled his shaft out of you.

The white haired man flopped down beside you, his breathing heavy and uneven. Sweat covered both of your bodies as was usually the case after sex with Satoru.

With a sigh you turned your face to look at him, your body remained in the same position as warm liquid dripped out of your cunt.

"Guess I'll clean this up, huh?" You asked with a scowl but before you could move the man beside you reached over to pull you close. With a squeal, you fell beside him and Satoru wrapped his arms around you from behind. His broad chest pressed up against your back. He felt sweaty pressed up against you like that and in between your legs felt sticky. Skin to skin with him somehow felt natural though, you'd never actually snuggled with him. Typically, after sex you would change back into your clothes and leave. That was the agreement of this entire arrangement after all, it was just sex. You two were friends before the sex anyway.

You remembered the look on his face when you agreed to his proposal and despite the blindfold covering his eyes, you were sure you could see the glint in his piercing, blue eyes. You'd both been single for a long time but the first time you two had sex it scratched an itch you never knew you had. Nobody else had ever made you cum that hard before.

So, it became a weekly thing. Usually on a Saturday evening you would appear on his doorstep. He would fuck the stress out of you and then you'd leave.

But this time felt different...his arms felt like they belonged wrapped around you, His chest was made to be pressed up against your back and the way his breath blew against the back of your neck gave you goosebumps. It all felt right...None of it felt wrong and perhaps that was the problem.

"Toru..." You protested but when you tried to sit up you felt his grip tighten around you.

"don't go yet...Please..." He whined

"I have to go." You responded coldly but he appeared to have no intention of letting you go. He nuzzled his chin into the crook of your head neck and sighed deeply.

"Stay...please." he begged and you felt completely and utterly torn. Being pulled in two different directions...One one hand: The agreement you two had set at the very beginning of this arrangement was that there would be no feelings because you were not a couple...But, on the other hand: you couldn't help melting into his touch. Warmth spread throughout your entire body as he held onto you and you found yourself leaning backwards into him.

Wasn't he the one that came up with the rule about cuddling after sex anyway?

"And none of that...touchy feely stuff like holding hands or cuddling, especially after sex. That just leads to feelings, feelings that we're trying to avoid." His voice echoed inside your mind...He was the one who wanted to avoid this exact scenario. Yet, here he was, holding onto you like you were his lifeline and...it felt appropriate. You wondered briefly if he felt the same way but a small yet, noticeable snore left his parted lips and you knew that you wouldn't get your answer tonight. However, maybe that didn't matter...So long as you were close to him and clearly you made him feel comfortable...Feelings were complicated but maybe it didn't have to be, at least for one night.