Jazzysgarden🌷✨

gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…

“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.

For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.

But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.

It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.

Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.

What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.

No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.

"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.

“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.

“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Seems like it…”

Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.

“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.

Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?

You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.

His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.

It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.

“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.

Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.

“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.

He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.

“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”

synopsis . In which you foolishly moan the wrong name during sex. content . afab!reader, rough sex, lots of degrading, established relationship, possessiveness, choking, making him mad on purpose, dirty talk, jealousy, manhandling, etc.

"Nngh! Right there, Dabura!" You mistakenly moan out.

"You’ve lost your fuckin’ mind, huuh?" Sukuna drawls out in that raspy baritone that makes your cunt throb addictively around the thick shaft of his angered cock.

The veins decorating his dick bulk in a rush of aggravation at the way your lips fixed themself to utter the name of someone that isn’t the man fucking you to tears right now. He’s already got a hand clasped around your throat and he’s been fucking you from behind for a while now but after you got this audacity to moan some shit that wasn’t his name, Sukuna’s manhandling you down against the sheets roughly and repositioning.

His legs maneuver to straddle yours and he’s got you laying flat on the bed now as he drags his heavy cock out of you for a second, hissing at the slick string of filth hanging between your pussy and his leaking blushed tip.

“Dumb whore,” Sukuna heaves, big hands gripping at the fats of your ass and spreading you nice and open for him just to make sure he’s not going insane because he’s pretty sure he’s the one who just came inside you… not whoever the fuck you’d been moaning for a few seconds ago.

So as he watches this mess of cum dribble out of you in filthy globs, he smirks. For a small moment, his irritation is replaced with this genuine satisfaction.

But when you let out a whine, he’s reminded why he changed positions in the first place. “Cock always has you acting so fucking stupid. Hmph…” He chuffs, eyeing his cum gather in between the skin of your thighs. 

Then he moves one of his hands to the base of his dick, aligning himself against your twitching hole again. “And now look at her,” He scoffs and tips his head to the side—watching in awe at that rhythmic quiver of your pussy, simply aching for him to fill you once again. “Missing me already and I only just pulled out…” Your husband only teases you further as he leans his large body forward to whisper against the shell of your ear hotly, “What a needy lil’ slut,” He whispers searingly, “S’selfish too, moaning someone else’s name while I’m fucking you.”

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tengen knows he shouldn’t be seeing you, especially when he has three wives at home who don’t particularly like you — and for good reason. but he just can’t help the way he’s grown addicted to you, and especially addicted to the way your pussy feels around his thick cock as your gummy walls tighten around him every time he’s inside.

his wives have every reason to be suspicious of you with the way tengen’s eyes linger on you for too long or the way you look up at him with that playful glint they know all too well. they see the way he’s overly friendly with you, the lingering touches and the way he laughs with crinkles next to his eyes, the type of laughter they rarely see anymore. and to anyone else, it was painfully obvious what was going on between you two, but tengen always reassured them that you were nothing more than friends, and that they had nothing to worry about.

he’ll say that, then not even a few hours later find himself in your home late at night when his wives are asleep, fucking you deep into the mattress with your legs resting on his broad shoulders as you cry out his name and your pussy swallows his length whole, like you were made perfectly for him.

sex with you is just something else. with the way your pussy sucks him in so eagerly, desperate to swallow him whole as your walls flutter around his shaft — it has tengen completely addicted and completely at your mercy, even if he knew it was wrong. but even the thought of his wives finding out definitely doesn’t make him stop, only adding to the thrill.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby..”, he’ll mutter against your ear as he watches you come undone beneath him, admiring the sight of your parted lips and half lidded eyes as he continues to stretch you out with his cock, his mushroom tip throbbing when he nears his peak while snapping his hips forward.

and as he watches the way you cum, writhing beneath him with pretty babbles and the high pitched moan of his name, it has tengen’s throbbing cock still hard and eager to pound your overstimulated pussy over and over despite the overflow of cum in the clear latex around his cock, and he honestly can’t help but wish he didn’t have to use this stupid condom, the thought of claiming you as his own from filling you up with his seed sounding way more appealing.

i wrote a 5k words essay on two autistic women i considered the loves of my life even though they are "just" my best friends, and i end up really going deep on how i feel about female friendships and romantic love as a woman who is autistic and bisexual/pan idc about the label i love everybody but prefer women. and i thought about you who is aroace, and i talked about people like you in that essay, because i swear yall are the only people who get how friendships is soooo powerful and deep as humans. everyone is sooo focused on sex and romance, i feel like an alien. its so hurtful and painful when you realize a straight woman genuinely doesn't give a fuck about you, is so male-centred that she only cares about female friendships for competition or using us as placeholders until she gets that perfect man she is delusional about, when she is married, her female best friends are forgotten and become bitter/jealous of her because they are hurt to not see her again. so many cases. these two women im talking about are aroace + autistic, i think thats why our friendship is so deep. we see each other as humans, accept the disgusting parts of ourselves and we deeply understand ourselves at our core with our common neurodivergence. i feel so blessed and so grateful to know them.

i wanted to know your experience with female friendships, since i know a lot of autistic women struggle a lot with them, and you mentionned not having a support system, so you can also talk about your experience with loneliness of course, because if you talk about loneliness, you will end up go back to these friendships who hurt you/disappointed you, and i truly value your experience and really want to maybe one day wrote a book about female friendships when you are autistic and queer ? idk!!!!!!!

ofc, no need to be too personal if you are kinda uncomfortable <3 genuinely just want to have more insight on this subject, because i think i have heavily priveleges to be an autistic afro latina and found other autistic women of color who valued friendship as important as me ????? fucking jackpot. mind you, i have a new congelese friend i think she is autistic too lmfaoooooo, i swear autistic women love me so bad i always attract them, i love my people <3 thank you if you answer, and please take care!!!!!

hi my lovely!!! <3333 I am honestly honored that you thought abt me and wanted my insight. this is a really interesting topic and I guess I’ve never rlly thought about it from the lens of how these things play a role. Or rather, no one has ever asked me smth so interpersonal so I’m happy to share! Trust me, I’m pretty much an open book and might yap too much but I hope I can provide a good answer w/o straying!

first of all though, I think you did an amazing job of summing up how a majority of female friendships pan out due to societal and patriarchal standards. I realized very recently that a lot of it is just due to conditioning and how as women, we’re raised to prioritize the familial unit and ofc men over our needs. How if we are ‘too close’ to our lady friends, that must mean we’re lesbian (which they try so hard to make sound like a slur idk why) and want to date each other. But I think for heterosexual women, at least imo, they don’t have the understanding to see these relationships as anything more than a placeholder until she gets the ‘dream life’ she’s been promised since childhood (i.e., the husband, kids, fairy tale wedding and all that nonsense). And when ur aroace, pansexual or on the queer spectrum in general, it kind of disrupts that status quo and most women are taught that if you break that, then they are the problem (too bad for them idgaf bc I’m not doing any of that). It truly sounds as if you’ve found your ppl and a strong tribe and I’m so happy for you!!! 😭🫶🏾 it’s truly a rare thing in this day + age but it’s smth that’s so so needed. Especially with the rise of misogyny/misogynoir and violence against women in general. Like we really do need to be our own comfort and community. Not to mention, you rlly don’t know love until you find girlhood like it’s truly the best feeling. Myself personally, I stopped befriending men altogether, queer or otherwise at abt 21 years old bc I realized there was no such thing and they could not be trusted. A lot of them love to use friendship as an excuse to be blatantly sexist and disrespectful and I literally would knock their fucking heads loose if they called me out of my name under the guise of being ‘like a brother’.

As for myself, I would say I’ve had a mixed experience when it comes to fem friendships. I’ll preface by saying that myself personally, I’ve always been somewhat of a loner and I’ve very rarely been the one to initiate friendships. (I did do it recently as a test to myself and I have some…feelings regarding it I’ll talk abt that a lil further down lmao!) I’ll also say that ive only ever had two girls in my life that I’d consider to be my best friends. We’ve known each other for 10 years, one of them has a child now, we don’t talk as often and never met in person unfortunately but they are the only two I find myself not having to mask around or pretend with. It’s like time never passed when we speak. With that being said, a majority of my experiences have been me being othered or the outlier friend. Even they at some point had separate group chats with other ppl and I was just alone. Which again, was just fine bc I’m used to it. I find myself being the one that’s again, that placeholder and coupled with autism, neurodivergence and not having the desire to converse abt the typical things like relationships and sex, I found myself even further isolated. Growing up, I’d have to make up crushes or use OC’s I was creating at the time just to participate bc I knew I didn’t like anyone skksksksk. Perhaps my most profound experience, the one that truly helped me understand just how much misogyny affects our bonds, is a girl I befriended working at a grocery store in my town. And to set the tone, I live in southern United States and this town is predominately white (I’m talking I was the only blk person in my HS graduating class type shit). She was super religious (raised JW) and it definitely played a role in making the friendship miserable.

She was a sweet girl but heavily male centered. She hadn’t even gotten a high school diploma but was always worried abt getting a bf + eventually a husband. Which again, I realize was due to her religion. However, she used it as a crutch to be a bad friend and evade accountability. There were several instances where she’d put me in uncomfortable or dangerous situations to be in proximity to men and ironically enough, it was one of her bullshit stunts that ultimately pushed me to finally go get my drivers license just so I could take myself out rather than having to put up with her antics. I was always the sponge, the chill friend that did whatever she wanted but I’d express my discomfort with not only having men around but having them be the focal point of our convos and outings and it continued. For example, we could be at a restaurant and she’d be talking abt how hungry she was the entire ride over, only to stop eating if a male server walked by. It was that bad! I could tell sm but we’d be here all day. We also had a third to our group that we met right before they both moved away and although her and I had a lot more in common with her being a fellow cosplayer and anime fan, but she was also very male centered. Always talking abt her ex and finding love again, even when she was facing eviction bc she did not have a job and allowed him to trick her into that whole “I’ll take care of you” nonsense.

his stream is still rolling, the chat flying by in a blur of emotes and questions he barely glances at anymore.

satoru’s leaned back in his gaming chair, legs spread wide, headset snug over his white hair, mic picking up every low laugh he lets out while he queues into another round with the guys. the screen in front of him glows with bright colors and kill feeds, but his real focus is lower, right where you’re straddling him backwards, skirt flipped up around your waist, panties long gone.

“dude,” someone pings in.

“yeah, i’m here,” he murmurs into the mic, voice calm and easy like nothing’s happening, thumb brushing over the controller. “sorry about the lag earlier, my bad.”

you bite your lip hard to keep quiet, knees digging into the cushion on either side of his thighs.

he’s already inside you, thick and warm and so deep it makes your head spin every time you shift. he had pulled you onto him the second you started whining about how he never pays attention anymore, eyes half-lidded. “ride me then,” he’d said, simple as that, camera off but everything else still live. “show me how bad you need it while i finish this game.”

your hands grip the edge of the desk for balance, trying not to make the chair creak too loud.

every little roll of your hips sinks him deeper, the slow drag pulling soft, wet sounds that only you can hear. satoru’s free hand rests on your ass, fingers spread, guiding you just enough to keep the rhythm lazy and torturous. not fast, not rough but enough to make your thighs tremble.

“bro, you’re cracked today,” one of his friends laughs through the headset, probably thinking satoru’s tired.

satoru chuckles, the vibration running straight through his chest and into you. fuck.

“must be the vibes,” he answers, voice smooth, thumb pressing a little firmer against your skin as he makes you take another inch. you clench around him without meaning to and he exhales through his nose, quiet enough that the mic probably doesn’t catch it. probably.

“y’all seem to play weak tonight,” satoru responds.

you glance over your shoulder at him. his eyes are on the screen, lips parted just a fraction, but the way his fingers dig into your hip tells you he’s feeling every single flutter. he gives a tiny thrust up when you least expect it, just enough to bump against that spot that makes your mouth fall open in a silent gasp.

“keep going, baby,” he mouths, no sound, only the shape of the words while his teammate rambles about some play.

his hand slides around to your front, fingertips barely grazing where you’re stretched around him, teasing without giving you the friction you’re aching for. “nice and slow. let me feel you.”

your breath comes shaky, chest tight as you rock back onto him again, the angle letting him press so deep it borders on too much. the chat keeps popping off on the monitor, none of them knowing their favorite streamer is buried inside you, letting you use him while he casually calls shots with the boys. the contrast makes your stomach twist in the best way.

satoru leans forward a little, pretending to adjust something on his setup, and the shift pushes him even further.

you have to press your face into your arm to muffle the whimper that tries to slip out. and satoru notices, of course he does. that fuck-ass smug little huff of air leaves him as he settles back, palm smoothing over your spine like he’s soothing you.

“you good over there?” his friend asks.

“yeah,” satoru replies, voice perfectly steady even as he gives another lazy roll of his hips that has you seeing stars. “think imma need to sign out tonight, i’m not feeling well, chat.”

he keeps you like that for the rest of the round, making you ride him reverse, slow and deliberate, every movement dragging pleasure through you while he talks and laughs and plays like it’s nothing. when the game ends and he finally mutes for a second, he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“blame me for not giving you attention again,” he whispers, breath hot, “and next time the camera stays on.”

These men keep playing in Megan’s face fr and it’s pissing me off. All the shit she did for this nigga. Talking bout “MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN” in a damn song she wrote for HIM. Bought a house with him.

Thirty-five years old and you don’t know if you wanna be monogamous/get married?? 😒😒

I really hope Megan is surrounded by genuine, safe love and that she knows that she’s irreplaceable 🩷🩷