Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 373
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Rating: Explicit (MDNI)
Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Pairing: Kenjaku | Fake Getou Suguru/Reader, Kenjaku | Fake Getou Suguru/You
Tags: Shameless Smut, Filthy, Breeding, Tentacle Sex, Tentacle Rape, Tentacles, Licking, Biting, Public Humiliation, Public Sex, Kenjaku | Fake Getou Suguru is His Own Warning, Creepy Kenjaku | Fake Getou Suguru, The REAL Shibuya Incident.
Summary:
You, cocky as always, think you can challenge the world's second most powerful curse, ohohoh. If only you knew how stupid you were to do that...this could have been avoided...
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You moan and cry as tentacles enter your orifices, you stare down at the curse tormenting you with his vile members, he's simply enjoying drinking his tea while watching you wither and writhe in pain and pleasure. Kenjaku pauses from drinking his tea and speaks to you, "You know deep down you never had a chance at winning, but you had to let your pride get in the way regardless...now you must pay the price for such hubris...". He drags you closer with his tentacles while still penetrating your orifices for the whole world to witness, he leans into your neck and opens his mouth, his long slimy tongue equally as disgusting as his tentacles starts slurping and salivating your neck all over. You feel disgusted as he does all this to you in front of all of Shibuya, or whatever's left of it, it's very shameful.........but still incredibly stimulating. You moan softly as his tentacles keep penetrating you while Kenjaku licks at you neck...when suddenly, he bites down. You feel Kenjaku chomp down on your neck incredibly fast, you jut out a viseral screech of pain as he tears away at your neck flesh. He doesn't completely tear out your throat, but he does leave some very torn up flesh still hanging down from it, you start to sob and moan from the pain of it all, the tentacles, the teeth, the licking, the horrible smirk on his face as he humiliates you, you just want it all to end. Suddenly...you feel it, all of your orifices fill up with a gooey substance as Kenjaku lets out a slight moan of pleasure. He drops you down to the ground as if you were nothing but a worthless object, it's terrifying. "Ahh~, well that was fun! Thanks for the wonderful time". Kenjaku hides his tentacles away and searches for next victim, it seems you really were nothing but a mere toy to him. You lie there in shame as the humbling reality that you were not good enough to take down the peak, that your delusions were in fact, completely unfounded finally sets in, you begin to wish for the sweet release of death...
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summary: finally moving on, you learn to let go of your past self.
a/n: back to posting series :) finished up a chapter last night, you can probably expect another chapter this month after this one.
trigger warning: referenced death
Chapter 6. New Impressions
Although it felt odd driving down the long and winding road with him, a sense of deja vu crept into the back of your mind, reminding you that you had been in this situation once before, except now you didn’t feel a crisis with your own identity.
All you needed was to feel shock, maybe. Something deliberating enough to jolt and shake your system. It was surely jarring though and you wondered if he thought he went too far with how much he showed you, although that likely wasn’t it. Something stirred beyond his occasionally pointed gaze, hinting at something… darker.
Was it want…? Or need? Or both…?
You couldn’t quite tell properly, yet his returning body language was still just on the cusp of being barely explorative as he drove you both through the night. You tried to relax, your mind still reeling at the events that had transpired, but you were starting to understand him more and more now, feeling the care for others slip away so long as you had your validation met with someone who enabled it.
He broke the silence after a short while, slowing down the car before it had a chance to enter the busier road that led into the city. He seemed to be taking a detour, perhaps? Or otherwise just maybe cruising around before he committed to the second part of his plan.
“You know, you’re surprisingly difficult to read,” he began while staring straight ahead at the road, partially to focus but also figuring that you wouldn’t be too fond of the pressuring stare, “is that because of…?”
Of course he had picked up on that. How strange it was for him to claim that he thought that you were a difficult read when his assessment was in fact, incredibly accurate.
You shrugged with an unsure tone. “I… I guess I was just never allowed to express myself, that’s all.”
Kenjaku nodded, the motion of him doing so ever so slightly visible from a sideways glance. “Need me to turn this car around and take care of him for you?”
You laughed at the offer, shaking your head at the very thought. “Surprisingly nice of you to volunteer, but it’s complicated. I don’t think you can.”
“Ah, you underestimate me,” he teased.
With a weary sigh, you decided to shed some light on the situation, “It’s just… he’s part of a renowned clan within the region,” you paused, considering how to explain it further before continuing, “the members from his clan have a long-running track record of participating in corrupt practices. A fair share of them are involved in national politics and well, he… he’s involved in law enforcement. You could try to touch him, but he hides behind his connections like the coward I know he is deep down.”
Kenjaku could only scoff. “Ah, so one of those,” he thought to himself in the meanwhile, letting the sound of the road bridge the gap of the inflicted silence. There was one clan in particular known for such a thing and it would be very unfortunate if you were involved in such a thing. Not just for your sake, but for his own, too. Now that you were involved with him, he had to figure out how to keep that personal conundrum from catching up to you.
He let his thoughts run again, leading to a heavy silence to further fester in the car. Given your tense and almost nervous spirit after the ramble, you were likely still also processing the torture he had inflicted upon the noodle shop guy. That was just his assessment though, he could have been wrong. Being the asshole that he was, however, he looked for the right opportunity to work such a topic into getting a reaction from you. Given that you were so terribly unsure of yourself, he could likely work that into his favour.
“It’s very unlikely that he will catch up to you,” he decided to assure, adopting a cleaner tone, one that was partially reserved for when he needed to manipulate someone with one of his many smoothly crafted lies. This ‘manipulation’ was for your own good, though, because he was damned if he was going to be travelling with someone who had scammed him of the chaotic dynamic that he was initially swooned by. He wanted that strange, slightly unhinged person back. The one that joked in the face of death. Was this really so manipulative if he was forcing you to… let go? Surely he was actually doing a nice thing instead?
You sucked at your teeth, tutting in disagreement, “Yeah, you say that, but—”
“—he wont,” he cut you off, lying through his teeth. On the off chance that it was the clan that he was thinking of, the guy was already likely on your tail. There was no way that he would have accepted your death, even if you both didn’t get along. Any grieving performance that he acted out in the media was likely just a cover to save his own face. “Just… listen to me for once, will you? Enjoy your newfound freedom. Let go. Be the person you actually want to be, not the person you’re running away from—and I’m not talking about your boyfriend.”
Kenjaku continued to coax you in with a slight touch, the back of his hand tempting your skin. The night air that sept into the partially ajar windows of the car prickled goosebumps along your arm, causing an electrifying sort of sensation when his touch met yours. You tried not to pull away, trying to ease yourself into it, but it still felt wrong.
The way you flinched didn’t go entirely unnoticed by him either, as he logged a mental note into his mind that you tried to see it through, but your reaction still wasn’t fully accepting just yet. Despite the walls you kept in place around you constantly, he continued to sweep his hand back and forth, studying your reaction carefully. He needed you still compliant, so whatever followed next wouldn’t be anything against your wishes—even though he could very much get away with applying force—but he figured that it’s actually less fun and not quite the same as opposed to when you were willing. No, he wanted for you to become clingy, needy, dependent, even. Then it would be truly fun.
He repeated those languid, soothing motions before getting the car back onto the main road and retracting his touch from you at long last. He quietly watched as you struggled to piece together what was going on, finding the sight to be nothing short of entertaining. Watching closely, he was able to at least successfully determine that this particular action comforted you, so that’s something he could use to his benefit in the future.
To get you used to his touch until you didn’t flinch anymore and then, only then, would he move forward with you. Slowly but surely, he would mould you to match his egoistic energy, making you crave the possibility of being touched by him—of being used.
Until then however, he had places to be and matters to settle. Tokyo was just over the horizon and he had a small studio in one of the lesser populated districts in a worse-off neighbourhood. By some odd stroke of luck, despite his lengthy absence, that one unit had neither been broken into nor used for god knows what.
He planned to reconnect and mingle with some old allies from about a year ago, although perhaps the term ‘allies’ was too generous of a word to use for them. Perhaps they were closer to being contacted acquaintances. It was a small unorganised(?) crime group that wanted to see a world without law, so maybe, just maybe you could get along with those misfits on your your shared trait of sticking it to authority figures, but then again… they were also a bad influence. He would know. So maybe he should keep your interactions with the bunch limited instead.
For now, he would try to dig up some dirt on the clan you were involved with. Again, he had an inkling of an idea of which one it was given that you had already fed him a couple of context clues. Either from the appointed location of the clan or the professions. Essentially, in order to maintain his position of having the upper hand, he needed to know what he was working with—or who. He joked about it in the car, but he was otherwise perfectly content with getting rid of the guy if there was such a possibility. Not because he was doing it for you, though, but rather for his interests. If he planted the idea that he did something major for you, then you would forever be in his debt.
Then you would be even more fun to toy with.
Kenjaku then parked the vehicle on the off-street parking, locking up the thing with you in tow. He then walked with you up the block, letting you inside and to his surprise, the place was completely untouched, albeit dusty. He looked around before reaching for the light, illuminating the small stretch of space, gesturing that you once again take the bed because he didn’t mind the futon otherwise and besides, he needed for you to trust him even more, so he was happy to play the waiting game with you.
“We’ll rest up and then we’ll go ‘identity shopping’ tomorrow in Shinjuku,” he announced, sprawling out on the sofa, lifting his hips up before widening his legs ever so slightly to relax.
“Yeah, okay,” you murmured before crawling into the bed feeling very much worn and although your words were surely curt and quick to the point, he could have almost sworn that were was genuine warmth in your voice.
(Was he finally getting to you?)
~~~
The streets in the Shinjuku were just as crowded as they were during the day as they were at night and Kenjaku roamed the vicinity with you closely beside him, searching for the perfect someone who would be a good face match with you. A couple of people with similar features came to mind, but it also had to be the right type of person to disappear. There was one woman in particular that he had latched onto, that given the lack of confidence and meek demeanour, that she wasn’t in the best place in life.
He made you follow along, guiding you to the road that she stuck to, taking the same train and tailing her before finally reaching a place that was just as much, if not more run down than his own studio.
Oh, this was perfect, he thought.
Breaking in was surely enough and due to the exhausted state that the mystery woman seemed to be in, it was very easy to take her out too. You wondered to yourself why identity theft had to result in murder, but didn’t question his methods too much, lest he lectured you on the sanctity of sentiment yet again.
“Now, I’m going to teach you how to really steal an identity,” he spoke up, muttering more words from under his breath. “Watch closely.”
You stared at the unconscious woman on the floor. “She doesn’t even look like me.”
He rolled his eyes in response. “She looks like you enough. As long as the look in your eyes is similar then it’ll work. My best stolen identity was a guy who was full of himself and look where that got me.”
“Fair enough,” you sulked. “In that case, anyone with the look of depression would make do, surely?”
Kenjaku could only scoff. “Is that what that is? Sure. Fine. You match her look of being dead inside, that’s why this’ll work.”
“So, what now…?” you asked, watching him dig out all forms of her identity. “Do we just bounce…? Or…? I don’t think she’s waking up after such a heavy blow.”
“Not so fast,” he replied, tugging you back with a grappled arm. “We have to make sure that the other person disappears first. This means scrubbing them clean of their fingerprints and removing major identifiers like her hair, teeth and nails—”
“—so, why not just skin her?” you asked. “It’ll take care of the hair and then all you have left is the teeth… maybe nails too.”
He looked at you for what felt like a very long time, the look on his face slowly morphing into something… genuinely concerned for the way your mind operated. “I beg your finest pardon?”
“...Just a suggestion,” you replied, “also don’t you ‘I beg your finest pardon’ me, you literally burned someone’s eyes into blindness.”
“Yeah,” he agreed before deflecting his actions, “as a spur of the moment thing,” he then cleared his throat. “I looked around and utilised the environment towards my own benefit, whereas you just had that idea floating around at the top of your head.”
“I’m just saying that if you can get rid of the skin, then you can get rid of everything,” you shrugged, leaning back against the wall.
“Right,” he replied with a deadpan tone, “and how do you suppose I do that, then? Skinning isn’t something as easy as just pulling apart their flesh from muscle. You need to mark off and section skin, making special sorts of incisions as you go along.”
You shrugged yet again, continuing to bicker with him. “Yeah? It sounds like you know what you’re talking about, so…”
“I have a background, that’s why,” he disclosed, “but… it’s more effort than it’s worth. It’s easier to break her down and then scatter the parts instead. Let’s save the effort for when I get another feeling about someone and want to study them, alright?”
“Oh, in that case, you could probably study humanity by processing decay. Cure someone in salt and then preserve them forever,” you suggested in an eerily nonchalant tone.
“What?” he blinked.
“You know, like… curing meat in salt?” you elaborated.
“I…” he sighed, holding up his hand, “I might need a moment.”
Kenjaku then stared at you again for a very, very long time, putting down the pliers in his hand over a table and then returning his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He tweezed it tight and then simply just sighed. There was something… off about you, that he couldn’t quite stay away from. You went from being very lively to very closed off to being very creepy in just a matter of days.
For now, he chose to encourage whatever… this… was. “Glad to see you're back to being unhinged, I guess! I’d hate to admit it, but I missed that weirdo.”
In the meantime, he proceeded to break the body down as you watched for the ‘lesson’. He took out many sealable plastic bags that he brought with him and started to fold them in between piled towels. He then borrowed some bleach from her bathroom before beginning to sweep clean every single nook and crevice within the studio—luckily it was small enough—all the while you continued to talk. He listened with a troubled look on his face as you prattled on and on about how salt was actually a good curing agent, so imagine the look on the authorities’ faces when they discover a mummified body preserved like beef jerky. Despite his quickly building unease however, he felt almost… turned on?
Was this really what got him going?
You eventually quietened down however, looking down at your phone with a deep focused stare. It could have been dizziness from the sight or the smell, but something about the look on your face argued against that. No, you looked… troubled, almost.
“Something up?” he asked.
You replied with a fretting hum, “Boyfriend’s made the news,” you admitted, appearing to be reading some sort of article. From the look of it, it seemed to be one of the national papers rather than something locally confined.
Rather than asking you more about the topic, he decided to instead temporarily confiscate the phone to read it. He was damned if he was about to do this one major lead slip.
[Chief of Police] were the first few words that caught his eye, causing him to stare at the screen for a moment. Not just an officer, but an entire leader? What? Oh no, no, no. You had some explaining to do.
“What is this?” he asked, holding up the phone to you.
You tilted your head to the side. “The news?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” he scoffed, “I thought you said that he was just an officer.”
You seemed momentarily dumbfounded. “But… he is?”
Kenjaku sighed and made you read the article again.
“Oh…” you finally replied, sounding a touch more surprised than before. “I guess that he got promoted? I suppose that this makes sense… his father was the old chief.”
“Fucking nepo babies,” he muttured in annoyance, “is he any good at all at his job?”
“Sorta,” you considered, “he’s very perceptive.”
He nodded, resuming his scrubbing at a faster, harder rate, leaving no trace of evidence that they were ever here. There was the hotel that was handled sloppily though, but maybe that’s one way his allies could be utilised right away. If only he could throw off the trail by a bit and clear the path.
…Maybe Mahito? If he was going to be reconnecting with the group anyway, then he could appoint that oddball for the job. If anyone was capable of replicating his sadistic nature to not be cast away as a copycat, then Mahito was the right one for the job. All he needed to do was shake off your boyfriend’s trail for now as the main course of action.
“So, he’s a challenge then, is he?” he asked you, having an idea to corner the guy now and maybe probe the answer to humanity through him one day, seeming almost giddy at the thought. “Luckily for us both, I enjoy a good challenge.”
~~~
Back at the studio, he sat back down on the sofa, patting against the pillow to have you join him. To his surprise, you listened to his silent request, seeming to be a little curious. In truth, you were tired with being so closed off all of the time, so you initiated the touch for a change, feeling around him in a slightly suggestive way.
Feeling his mind going blank, Kenjaku wondered if his luck was finally going towards that direction at long last. He reciprocated with a dominating touch, only to be met with surprise when you insisted on taking the lead.
“Are you doing this because you want to?” he asked, unsure was to why he was even stopping you. He wanted this too. He was slightly touch starved, after all.
You paused in your motions for a second before responding, “I had… a relationship of convenience with my boyfriend. We were together essentially due to politics because of my family owning a construction company and due to them having a few deals ongoing with the clan, Naoya Zenin never quite gave me a chance to say no when he first began to pursue me,” you chose to outwardly reveal, continuing to sound very sure of yourself, “and being so shy and maybe… stupid, like a fool, I never once complained.”
Kenjaku nodded, not being surprised that you even managed to get manipulated into something like that. Despite wanting to manipulate you to further his own personal gain, he would have to teach you how to avoid falling victim to such a thing. He was feeling ever so slightly territorial, after all, without a single clue as to why.
“But it was bleak, of course,” you added, resuming the touch, “I never learned what I like nor dislike in bed. I want to figure this out by myself, so no leading the way.”
He nodded once more, not turning the touch away. So be it.
Although something new made sense to him.
That thing about not knowing what you like.
After living so many identities and having to pretend to be so many people, was it perhaps… similar for him?
Maybe for once in his life, he had actually managed to find someone who understands.
