sukugo

[sukugo]

my fav MC ♡

[sukugo]

★ 【くりす たくみ】 「 呪術ログ#1 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

[sukugo]

satoru's training sessions with his students always always end up in sex. they always end up with either him atop them, their cocks hitting all the right places as he pushes himself up and down on them, or the other(s) fucking into him rough, sweat and desperation and adrenaline thick in the air.

sometimes it's satoru utilizing sex as a tool, teaching cursed energy control through the highs and lows of bodily pleasure, or the reinforcement of the body with cursed energy for more intense sex, or even simply incentivizing technique evolution with their uses on him during it.

other times, it's not as methodical. not as practical or goal-oriented, instead spontaneous and heat-driven, flurried into by the circumstance that forces it. like now, with the way megumi's frustration has bubbled up until satoru's fixed between him and the floor, megumi's fists denting the straw flooring at the sides of satoru's head (still not enough to tear. not like yuuji)

satoru is the image of amusement, mouth pulled into a grin, brows lounged atop his uncovered eyes, glasses lain forgotten at their sides. his lips widen and glisten, but they don't open to say anything, infuriating megumi further, satoru not even sparing megumi with some of his usual mouthyness to at least justify a reaction to.

the gurgling in megumi's chest rises further, there's a lightness to his head that has his mind blur.

"you—!" megumi growls, fists clenched tight enough to hurt.

unfazed—if anything, even more pleased now—satoru's arms move to circle megumi's neck, locking and pulling the two closer. his voice is sickly sweet when he finally speaks, a whisper that is more taunt than anything, "come on, megumi."

it's devastating, the way everything drains from megumi's body with the call of his name, all the bubbling rage and frustration poofed out of him and he's emptied. defeated. megumi shuts his eyes.

"please..." it's as useless a plea as it ever is.

the first thrust is heavenly. slow and sweet and fuck, so good. (it's always good. fuck, it's always good). satoru takes him so well. of course he does, as if he hasn't been molded to fit megumi, as if he hasn't molded megumi to fill into him, the perfect vessel to megumi's every desire, no matter how loathsome.

the second thrust, megumi couples it with a bite at satoru's neck, and satoru doesn't even have the decency to pretend hurt, the moan that leaves him, easy, displayed proof of megumi's helplessness against him.

and the second one is always tenser, the sweetness of the first already swallowed, bitterness trickling in along with the salt of satoru's sweat, and the fact of the situation cementing into megumi again.

the third one, desperate. always. a small accompaniment to the second. satoru's hand reaching up to his nape as some sort of consolation, as his attempt at calming—

there's a pause before the next few come in succession, where megumi somewhat manages to gain footing and satoru's restraint, silence save for the breaths that satoru takes against megumi's neck.

but pleasure creeps up on megumi with the next flurry, once his test few are done and his desperation rises, and these are true. explosive and fast and good good good.

so good.

except... that's always when the real trouble starts.

bc satoru kisses him with his eyes closed.

when satoru's moans reach their peak to then fall wordless, and his fingers circle megumi's nape once again and their pads tease at his hairs and he's pulling megumi into him and he's breathing into his lips and megumi's gasping and satoru's kissing him and megumi's heart threatens to push out his chest, starting a drum that takes hold of him in his entirety.

satoru's lips meld into his, every suck leaving a tingling along that has megumi unable to form thought—satoru's kisses are intoxicating. infuriatingly soft, his lips melting into megumi's as if they were meant as one. so deliciously wet, tongue darting drool between them. so obnoxiously needy, pushing and pulling into megumi with no rest. and truly so utterly damning—

an irony that megumi can't even bring himself to laugh at.

when now, more than ever, he's peering into the depths of megumi with every lick, every slurp, every hum, every groan that reverberates within megumi and answers to satoru back, reflects his own desperation, a consuming need for the other that megumi's body can't seem to contain.

so. megumi picks up his pace, trying at overwhelming his resonance with stronger thrusts, and satoru's body tenses in pleasure. but satoru's further moaning into his mouth and he's breathing megumi's name and his legs are wrapping tighter around him and his walls are squeezing against him and satoru's taking him so well so well so well so well so well so well.

(he always does. he always does. he always does.)

[sukugo]

it’s been a while

[sukugo]

[sukugo]

[sukugo]

[sukugo]

trans bunnies gathering in space 🛸

[sukugo]

[sukugo]

can we get one more baby crop top and pink glasses gojo? i fear that he lives in my head rent free

courseeeee, i can offer tiny sketch

[sukugo]

JUJUTSU KAISEN S1.EP02.

[sukugo]

memes that would make someone call the police on me if they didn't know the context

[sukugo]

Thinking about a Knight who has to take his Prince's virginity. It's not that he wants to defile him. (Though perhaps he has lusted after him a bit. But he would never act on it!) He would never willingly taint his Prince in such a way.

But perhaps they're under threat. The wrong type of men slipped past the guards- and they've got his Prince all tied up. But they're so merciful - they'll let the Prince go unharmed of the Knight will just do this one little thing! All he has to do is fuck his Prince's cunt, and he'll be safe. And his whole job is to keep him safe so- it's not that he wanted to do it.

But fuck...it's hard to not enjoy it. He's apologetic, of course. In fact, the apologies don't end the whole time. No matter how rough his thrusts gets. No matter how he grips him so roughly. He's so sorry. So sorry that he's using his Prince like a toy.

They never even said he had to cum inside. But when the men finally leave...all he can look at is his seed leaking out of his Prince's soiled cunt and apologize one more time.

[sukugo]

Full form sukuna in my artstyle!!

Do not trace repost or steal

[sukugo]

[sukugo]

makinao debut