#happy bday slut<333

[bleubrri]

you’ve found that celebrating toji’s birthday is close to impossible. you can make plans or try and surprise him, but 90% of the time your efforts are in vain, dissolved under a smug smirk and the sharp glint in his eye when he convinces you that he doesn’t need all that.

you can feel that same smirk against the crook of your neck at the first lavender tones of dawn.

“i’ll be right back.” you insist, but toji’s arms pull you back into his chest for the third time. you wriggle in his grasp, twisting and turning until you’re facing him, one hand bracing his bare chest. his eyes aren’t even open, and yet thick fingers are dipping into your underwear.

there’s already a noticeable burning in your thighs, an ache between your legs from how insatiable he’d been in the early hours of his birthday, and it has you gripping at his wrist. his groan vibrates against your palm.

you smile. you love how badly he wants you.

soft lips are pressed between his brows and you shuffle further from him. “i need 30 minutes.”

a beat of silence. “y’know ya don’t have to—”

“i want to.”

the hand on his chest wanders past the valley of his sternum, across taut abs. your nails scratch at the coarse hairs trailing below his navel and toy with his waistband. he groans again and you peck his lips. “30 minutes.” you say, slipping from the sheets.

you freshen up, press his favourite scent into the heat of your pulsepoints, slip into the set that he’d not so subtly been eyeing on your laptop. you pull on one of his t-shirts to leave something to the imagination—it sits at the top of your thighs, lacy garters and pastel bows peeking from beneath the fabric. just a taste, one you’ve no doubt will whet his appetite.

he gives you 15 minutes before silent footsteps graze the floorboards. toji stands in the doorway of the kitchen, darkened eyes raking over the plush of your thighs, the sweep of your neck, the flick of your wrist as you fuss over something in the frying pan.

you huff when lips meet your neck and toji presses himself behind you, your free hand snaking up to rake through tousled locks of his hair. “i said half an hour.” you mumble, trying to ignore the puffs of his breath against your skin.

“‘m keepin you company.”

you scoff, coming to terms with having to manoeuvre the kitchen with toji attached to you.

you’re plating up breakfast when large palms trail beneath your shirt. the callouses that kiss his skin catch slightly on the pale lace of your bra when he cups your chest, thumbing over a nipple.

“let’s do presents first.” he bargains, fingers curling under the feathery straps.

“am i not already your most prized possession?” you tease, arching a little and shuffling your feet back. toji huffs a laugh, intending to settle his hands on your ass, but the slight shake of his head against your shoulder has you pausing to turn to him.

“are you serious?!”

he scoffs, spinning you round. you’re peering up at him sceptically, apparently waiting on an explanation for your bruised ego.

his voice is low, almost gravel. “you’re not a possession, doll.” he thumbs at your lower lip. “i’m yours, and you’re mine. but ain’t no possession involved.” he shrugs, like it’s obvious.

you’re melting under his gaze. you think if gems could be imbued with magma, they still wouldn’t compare to the look of his eyes—so intense you think your bones might bubble and pool out at your feet.

there’s the beginnings of stubble when your hands cup his jaw, and for a second you fixate on the feeling of it between your thighs.

“you’re going soft on me, old man.”

he rolls his eyes and captures your lips, thumbs gripping your garters. you’re what’s turning him into a lovesick idiot, you both know it.

you kiss him slow, adoringly, pressing into his orbit and losing yourself in him. you peck his lips, his scar. his cut cheekbones and under his eyes. you crane to press your mouth to his temple and breathe him in.

“happy birthday, baby.”

[sugugasm]

𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 — FT. GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS ⋮ you give gojo a very special gift for his birthday.

— CW ⋮ f! reader, dom! gojo, established relationship au, cum tasting, breeding, blowjob, tittyfucking, doggystyle, usage of profanity, usage of pet names such as love/slut/pretty girl

— NOTES ⋮ i posted this a while ago but tumblr removed it so here i am reposting. some things have been revised and edited. anyway, happy early bday to the one and only satoru <333

the faint sound of pnd’s her way echoed off of the walls as gojo stepped foot into your high-rise apartment. he could place together a smell of his favorite dishes, an incent you always burned, and the delicious chanel fragrance he loved to breathe in when embracing you.

“baby? you here?” he calls out, growing a bit anxious when he hears no response.

setting his keys on the counter, he wandered into your bedroom. to his surprise, he found his pretty girlfriend dressed in nothing but a thin piece of laced lingerie. it was white— his favorite color on you, with your hair curled just how he liked it and body oil covering your shape; making it glisten.

“like what you see?” you question, an innocent gaze in you as eyes as you peered up at his lengthy stance. he could barely utter out a sentence, you looked almost edible.

“all this for me?” he asks, cupping your cheek with his hand and pressing his lips onto yours. before he could get too excited, you placed your hands on his chest to shun him away.

“not so fast, birthday boy. we have pasta to eat. i spent a good amount of time on it too,” you comment. gojo’s tongue runs across the bottom of his lip before placing another kiss onto your lips.

“ah, i kinda got a taste for somethin’ else. somethin’ soft, and wet,” he says in between pecks. you giggle, not dismissing his serious facial expression. don’t get him wrong, he adored your cooking. he would’ve much rather had your homemade dishes than the nasty bar food he had earlier with his friends, but you just looked too fucking good.

“no. i want you to eat before it’s cold—“

“and i’m gonna’ eat it,” he cuts off, “i just want a little appetizer first.”

gojo’s lips meet yours again, only this time, more slowly than the last. it felt like he was sucking at your lips rather than kissing them. you could taste the cool mint flavor on his tongue, the gum he had in his mouth still being there as he tongued you down.

you sat up from your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, nails scratching at his fresh undercut. the smacking of both your lips only grew louder as the heated make out session continued. you moaned and he groaned, a hand coming down to palm your ass cheek. he juggled the flesh in his hands before pulling his lips from yours to catch a breath.

“what do you say, baby? gonna’ let me get a taste? i know you want one too.”

and of course, you whisper “yes,” causing a smile to form on his lips. he kissed you once more before sending a smack to your ass, your mind already knowing what he wants. with your stomach meeting the silk sheets, your ass perked high into the air, waiting for him to make any type of move.

“god, it’s so fuckin’pretty,” he breaths, undoing the drawstring of his grey sweatpants. you could hear his heavy cock spring out and make a thud against his stomach. you began to whine and wiggle your ass, trying to get him to put it in already, but he wanted to take his time with you tonight.

his slender fingers eventually found their way to your hole, letting him curl and jolt in and out of you steadily. “this pussy’s so we. ready for me aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“g-gojo that feels s’good,” you whimper, extending your arms out in front of your to grip at the mattress. his fingers continue to feel the insides of your sopping cunt, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched you begin to fuck his fingers. your whimpers had him twitching— literally. the pretty cock attached to his shaft began to jump a bit at the sight of you.

“i can’t wait to taste you,” he mumbles under his breath, loud enough for you to hear making you clamp around his fingers. “can’t wait to fill you full.”

“wanna’ taste you too gojo.”

he chuckles, “yeah? such a slut f’ me. how bout’ i fuck that pretty face of yours?”

you'd practically nodded before he could finish his sentence, smiling as you climbed out of bed and onto your knees. your hands sat on your lap as you waited for the green light from him, as giddy as ever.

“someone’s excited, like suckin’ my dick that much?”

you laugh, taking his big cock in your small hand and placing it directly on top of your face—his length almost reaching the top of your forehead, “only yours.”

gojo grins, flexing his lower abdomen to make his cock thump and move against your face causing you to smile blissfully. within a blink of an eye, your tongue licked a long stripe from his base to his tip making him give you a small, ‘shit’ under his breath. his white tank top has now risen just above his tummy, gojo holding on to the fabric with his teeth.

it was a heavenly view for the both of you.

the sounds of your sucking made his cock dance in your mouth, the twitching making you laugh around him, “feels good, hm? don’t squirm so much,” you joke, latching your mouth back onto him swiftly. the scene of you bobbing your head left him speechless.

“i can’t help it, baby. you do this shit so well— do the little thing you do— yeah, yes, yes,” he mumbles as you swallow him whole. the tip of him hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag. as you pulled away, a trail of saliva followed behind you. and you slurped it right back up, now suckling on his tip as if it were candy.

“you’re a fuckin’ gem,” he praised, “love watchin’ you be such a slut, sweetheart. you look so pretty doin’ this to me.”

you pulled your mouth away with a pop and batted your lashes, “yeah? gonna cum for me, satoru?” using both hands to stroke him, you maintained eye contact while muttering praises of encouragement.

“wait, wait, wait, baby. i wanna’ try somethin’,” he hisses, pulling back from your hold. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden stop, “scoot back against the wall and take your bra off.”

despite the many questions that popped into your head, you obliged— doing exactly as he told. you still had drool all over your lips from earlier, but you were ready for more— you were going to get exactly that, too.

without wasting any more time, gojo guided your hands to your breasts, mumbling a simple “hold em’ like this,” as he pushed them together. at first, you sat there still dazed, but then he began to stick his cock in between the two, thrusting upwards slowly.

he was titty fucking you.

it was something he’d always thought about but never acted on. it wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, but it never came up in conversation. seeing how aroused he’d gotten from the gesture makes you think you should’ve done it a long time ago.

“god-fuckin’-damn,” he groans, throwing his head back in pure delight. his hands moved to cup your face as his cock slid between your tits, the already oily skin making it easier for him to pick up speed. “could do this all day—fuck.”

by the look on his face, gojo could feel his tummy boiling over with pleasure like a pot on a stove. you knew he hated cumming before you, claiming it was ‘embarrassing’ but he couldn’t exactly help it. his lips were slightly parted and small suppressed whimpers threatened to escape mouth, completely in awe. he was trying to hold off but everything felt entirely too good.

“ohh—fuck! i’m cumming, baby— aah,” he moaned, a little bit louder than he intended to. spurts of white painted your chest like a canvas as you watched your boyfriend stare down at you with a smile on his face.

you gently let go of your tits, releasing gojo’s aching cock. out of curiosity, your two fingers slowly scoop some of his dripping ecstasy from your chest and into your mouth, sucking on your fingers to get a quick taste. “mmh, made me all messy, satoru,” you giggle.

he kisses you gently, not really giving a fuck and tasting himself on your lips. after all, it was his mess and he liked to clean up after himself. “i’m bout’ to do it again, get on the bed. spread those legs too, wanna’ see my pretty pussy,”

his pretty pussy— the words making you all the more damp as you climb onto the mattress, ass up face down position of course; gojo’s favorite. the white thong that hid between your cheeks was now pulled to the side to reveal your glistening cunt, leaving gojo’s dick hurting from the throb.

“hold it open. i wanna’ get a closer look,” he instructed. your pretty nails helped spread your ass open, two pretty holes staring back at him, “fuckin’ masterpiece.”

cheeks growing warm, you whine, “put it in gojo— fuck.”

a small swat to your right cheek shut you up rather quickly, “don’t be like that. it’s my birthday, lemme’ admire my cake,” he teased, the pun only making you whip around and glare at him.

gojo spat on your pussy and his dick while holding his large cock in his hands after what felt like an eternity of torture. his tip brushed against your opening as he cautiously slipped inside you. it felt like he was tapping on your barricade, asking to be let in. he was so wide, but you handled the stretch like an expert.

“open up for me.”

“ouuu-gojo! slower baby, y-you’re too big,” you whine, earning a deep chuckle from him as he gently stroked your pussy. the creamy sounds of him sliding in and out of you made your eyes travel to the back of your head as you whispered his name.

“c’mon sweet thing, you got it.”

the rasp in his voice had your heart fluttering— your pussy too; hips beginning to move, pussy gliding along his cock. gojo softly began to match your pace. his cock was being pulled in and out of you and you loved every second of it, “i-it feels good toru,” you whine, “so, so fucking good, baby.”

your compliments were like a green light, and gojo’s hips began to accelerate as your ass made a thunderous clap with each thrust. the heat of your cunt around him caused you to hear sounds from gojo that you had never heard before. he was completely engrossed in the paradise in front of him.

to gojo satoru, this was heaven and you were indeed an angel.

he’d realized how thankful he was to have someone like you. someone so sweet and attentive and observant— everything he’d ever wanted. fuck all of the presents and the material things. seeing you like this was one of the best gifts he could’ve ever received.

“eughh—toruu! r-right there,” you plead. he was so gravitated toward you— your ass jiggling with everyone meeting to his pelvis, the pretty cries you let out, the gushing sound of your cunt fucking him back mercilessly— satoru fucking adored you.

“right here?” he asks, pushing down on your lower back as he fucked you into the mattress, “gonna’ fuck a baby into this pretty lil’ cunt, you’d like that wouldn’t you pretty girl?”

“t-toruuu—feel like m’ gonna- like m’ gonna’ c-cum,” you whisper. you tensed as his hand reached around you and under your pudge, lifting your hips to fix your broken arch. he then wrapped both hands around your neck, bullying his cock into from behind while using your throat for balance.

“yeah? gonna’ cum on me like a good girl?” his erotic words didn’t fail to make your body shudder as small droplets of your euphoria shot from your hole; juices covering both gojo’s cock and lower belly as he continued to hit it from behind.

you could barely utter a word due to his grip on your neck— but you loved it all. the moan you could let out sounded more like a grunt as your eyes crossed in a daze.

“aah— knew you could do it, pretty girl, always take me so well. l-love you s’much, gonna’ cum. where do you want—fuck— want it baby?” he asks, only seconds away from his orgasm.

“in, in, in! mmm—cum in me!”

swiftly, gojo pulled you against him, your back coming into contact with his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. as he placed tiny kisses on your neck and shoulder, gojo grazed his tip against that perfect spot about twice more before completely letting himself go. his warmth spilled into you, filling you full as he tried not to be so loud. although you couldn’t look into his eyes at that exact moment, gojo made it as intimate as ever.

“god, you’re perfect, so perfect—y/n, fuck!”

the two of you stayed in that position for bit until gojo came down from his pleasure rush. the grip your cunt had on his cock was still so tight as he slowly pulled out of you, mind dizzy from the intensity of his climax. you laid limp on the mattress as gojo took comfort directly next to you, pulling your now sore body into his chest.

“thank you,” he mumbles, taking in the way your pretty doe eyes look at him with nothing but admiration.

“for what?”

“for being the best gift i could ever ask for.”

SUUNMIC 2022 — ©️ all rights reserved to @suunmic . please refrain from copying as your own.

[twisted-tales-told]

WAIT I FORGOT THE MESSAGE ALL MY FRIENDS GET FOR THEIR BDAYS:

are you ready?

okay:

HAPPY 🎊🎁FUCKING 🎂BIRTHDAY🍫 🎉 YOU SLUT! 😛MAY ALL 🙌🏼YOUR 💫WISHES✨ ⭐️🌟COME TRUE ON THIS ☀👌🏼👌🏼️BEAUTIFUL 😍DAY. I WANT TO 👏🏼👏🏼THANK 👍🏼YOUR PARENTS 👫4️⃣GETTING ⬇️ AND 👪DIRTY 9️⃣8️⃣ YEARS AND 9️⃣ MONTHS 💬AGO👶🏽AND DOING👉🏼👌🏼 SUCH A 👌🏼WONDERFUL 👍🏼JOB, 👼🏽🚼YOU ARE THE ✔️✔️✔️BEST REARRANGEMENT 🔄🔁OF CHROMOSOMES❎ I HAVE SEEN 🕵🏼🕵🏼‼️‼️GO GET YOURSELF 👇🏼👊🏼SOME 😺 🐈OR MAYBE SOME 🍆. DO WHATEVER 👄💁🏽YOUR ❤️ NEEDS 💦TO BE HAPPY! 😄TURN 🆙 AND SHOVE YOUR FACE 👦🏽IN SOME 🍰🍦🆗❓ LOVE 💓YOU 💕BITCH! 🐩🐕MAY 🌼🌷🌹YOUR HAPPINESS😁😄 NEVER 🔚❕❗️❕❗️

congrats on being in your 90s!! sending you lots of hugs and all my love<333

This is amazing and magical thank you so much I am the best rearrangement of chromosomes ever actually and I had the best food ever. I even got muffins from my friends grandma today