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illicit affairs (Geto Suguru x Yuuta Okkotsu)

Contains: Porn with plot, anal fingering, anal sex, deepthroating, inexperience, age difference, emotional manipulation, first time.

Hello! I've never been as proud of a fic as I am of this one. It's the longest I've written for a oneshot (7k!) and arguably the most explicit. Now I realize it's also for a rarepair that not many people are into, but I'm hoping people will give it a try! Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twitter at kenjakusbrain, please comment or reblog if you enjoy, I'd love to hear from anyone!

Yuuta was cold, the December air biting into his skin was more bothersome than he had anticipated. The teen shivered as his hands rose to play with the scarf around his neck, the material warming his fingers just enough. It wasn’t quite freezing out, but Yuuta wasn’t exactly used to going on long walks in the winter air. Perhaps it was a sign that he should head back to the school, back to the warm dorm he’d snuck out of a few hours ago. This wasn’t the smartest idea he’d had, neither was forgoing a coat though.

If the cold hadn’t made him second guess himself, Yuuta supposed nothing would at this point. He’d found himself torn, between the want to protect his friends and the knowledge that a decision he made could lead to any loss of life. From the moment that man, Geto Suguru, had visited the campus and declared an attack the teen had been struggling with himself. His gut reaction had been to defend his friends and he wasn’t going back on those feelings - he just felt compelled to come up with another option.

After trying to talk to Gojo about it, Yuuta felt like he had finally thought up something that could potentially work. They hadn’t spoken long, it seemed like the conversation had left the normally cheerful teacher in a much more sour mood than he had expected. Gojo explained that while Geto was very powerful, he wasn’t unreasonable. Though Gojo had offhandedly mentioned that no fully sane person would do many of the things Geto had done, the amount of trust his teacher still had in the cult leader was more than enough for Yuuta to form a plan in his head.

Yuuta knew Geto’s goal was to obtain Rika, and while that wasn’t something he was willing to give up, perhaps he could convince Geto to come to some sort of compromise. He wasn’t so deluded to think that he could change the man’s mind entirely, but if he could offer to help in some way. . .

There had to be something he could do for Geto to keep the man from launching an attack. Yuuta had looked into the cult the man ran, it seemed their goals had changed abruptly ten years ago when he took over. While he didn’t believe in eradicating non sorcerers, Yuuta definitely understood wanting to protect sorcerers and keep them separate. He couldn’t deny that he had benefited greatly from being taken in by the world of Jujutsu Sorcery.

Yuuta couldn’t help but feel like there had to be some sort of middle ground, something he was missing. Regardless of his lack of understanding of curses or relations between sorcerers and non sorcerers, Yuuta just wanted to help people. To help his friends.

In the back of his mind, Yuuta felt a different kind of nervousness bubbling up inside of him. Though he tried to push it down by focusing on what he was going to say or even offer to Geto, he couldn’t help the flush that colored his cheeks. The cold wasn’t the only thing that painted Yuuta’s cheeks a flattering shade of pink, his heart was racing at the thought of seeing Geto again.

Something had happened in his mind when that man, so much taller and stronger than him, had been on his knees before him. Yuuta suppressed a shiver that ran through his body at the memory of Geto’s hands engulfing his own, the way his eyes stared up at him almost put him in some sort of trance. Attraction wasn’t something Yuuta had given much thought to, but the image of Geto that day had been haunting him nightly. Honeyed words begging him to come with him, Geto would protect him from people that wanted to hurt him so long as he just came with him.

While Yuuta wasn’t a stranger to letting his feelings take over, he wasn’t used to the heat that filled him if his thoughts lingered on the cult leader for too long. A crush of this intensity wasn’t something Yuuta was prepared for. The fact that he hadn’t even been exposed to the man for that long, he was almost sure that had Geto not accidentally angered him, he could have swayed Yuuta much easier.

Maybe that was why Yuuta was so focused on coming up with another way to handle this situation. Sure his love for his friends was a big motivation for him, he’d do anything to keep them out of harm's way. Especially if that anything involved reaching out to the man that hadn’t left his thoughts or fantasies for the few weeks since he made himself known to Yuuta.

Conflicting thoughts and emotions bounced around in Yuuta’s head, only serving to confuse him more. He’d come too far to turn back now, however. The temple-like building before him was imposing, contrasting with the soft way Geto had held his hands. Yuuta shook his head, trying to dispel the fantasies in his mind so he could focus on the task at hand. Now wasn’t the time to be distracted with images his head conjured up.

The path to the temple was fairly empty, which did surprise Yuuta a bit. From the little research he had done, it seemed like non sorcerers came here fairly often to be cured by the ‘magically charming’ cult leader.

Yuuta wondered briefly if he had heard of the cult first, would he have come to Geto begging for help? Would Geto have taken him in and protected him or simply stripped him of his curse and sent him on his way? A strange thought that Yuuta didn’t have time or energy to entertain as he entered a set of large doors to what seemed to be a well decorated lobby.

It didn’t take long for someone to greet him, a woman with a polite smile on her face spoke to him. “Welcome young man, what brings you here?”

Yuuta wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but he supposed it wasn’t too strange to have someone to guide visitors. If someone stumbled in off the streets, it wouldn’t be ideal for them to just freely wander the temple. Yuuta steeled himself, trying his best to push down the anxiety that bubbled to the surface. He had to do this.

“I’m here to speak with Geto Suguru,” Yuuta said, trying to sound like he wasn’t as nervous as he actually felt. He had given himself a mission, and he was going to see it through.

The look on the woman’s face was one of shock, like she had expected him to come begging for help removing a curse instead of asking for the leader by name. He wasn’t sure if it was helpful that she didn’t immediately recognize him.

“Master Geto is a very busy man, I’ll have to check if he’s available but he usually prefers to not be disturbed for just any stray that wanders in off the street. Are you here to seek help for an ailment that’s been plaguing you?” The woman’s tone was still polite, but it seemed like she was more hesitant to assist him now.

Perhaps bad luck had fallen Yuuta again and Geto actually wasn’t here. It seemed like he did have other responsibilities, but this was likely the only chance Yuuta would get to speak with him. He wasn’t sure he had it in him to muster up the courage to travel here another time.

“I think he’ll want to speak with me, tell him Okkotsu Yuuta wants to offer him something,” Yuuta spoke, voice surprising even himself. He’d never been demanding, always choosing to settle for the whims of those around him, but for some reason in this moment Yuuta felt the need to be firm when he spoke.

He had no way of knowing if Geto would actually want to speak to him or not, it was all just a gamble. For all Yuuta knew, Geto really wasn’t there or would try and restrain him somehow instead of listening. He hadn’t entirely prepared for this, choosing to leave his sword at home. It was an attempt at seeming non threatening, he didn’t want Geto to think he was attempting an ambush.

The woman studied him for a moment, it seemed that something had clicked in her head. While she hadn’t recognized him, Yuuta hoped that the mention of his name had triggered some memory. He didn’t think he was important enough to be discussed by Geto and his followers, but that they showed up at the school just to ask him to join them made the teen feel his name held some weight.

She nodded before stepping through a door Yuuta hadn’t noticed. The nervousness returned as he was left alone in the unfamiliar room. It felt too decorated to be described as a hospital waiting room, though Yuuta couldn’t deny the similar feeling it evoked in the pit of his stomach.

It didn’t take long for the woman, who he’d now learned was named Manami, returned to escort him further into the compound. At first Yuuta had referred to it as a temple, and it very much was, but he didn’t see as much worship as one would expect in a temple. He could have even swore they went past some sort of indoor training grounds as they walked.

Manami had apologized for misunderstanding, mentioning that no one had expected anyone to stop by and just ask to speak with Geto. Yuuta supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised by that, he was doing something irrational and potentially dangerous. No student in their right mind would waltz into the home of someone that had just declared war on them. Yuuta supposed he wasn’t just any student though, he wasn’t exactly an expert on the political climate of the world he was so new to.

Yuuta wanted to be good for something, instead of just standing around waiting for something to happen, he was going to fix the problem. His want to be helpful had led him here, and he wasn’t going to leave without something to show for it.

Before Yuuta could get lost in his own thoughts again, Manami stopped in front of a door, opening it for him and motioning inside. It seemed like a sitting room of some sort, a low table with a love seat on either side and a small side table with a lamp, the smell of incense strong even if Yuuta couldn’t see where it was coming from. The room felt like some sort of informal meeting room, a place meant to make a person relax as much as they could in the middle of a cult compound.

“Master Geto will be with you shortly, please make yourself at home,” Manami motioned toward the tea set on the table as she spoke. Yuuta noticed steam drifting out of the spout on the tea pot, as if it had recently been placed here.

Yuuta wasn’t sure if it was reassuring that the room had just been prepared for him, though nothing seemed out of place enough to give him real reason to worry. No reason other than the ones he could come up with in his own mind. He could feel his hands trembling, uncertain about his safety in this small room.

Taking a seat on the loveseat facing the door, Yuuta fiddled with his fingers. Unsure if he should drink whatever was brewing before him or wait for Geto. The teen wanted to make the most polite impression, though he wasn’t exactly sure what someone like Geto would see as polite.

Fortunately for Yuuta, he didn’t have much time to decide as the door opened only moments after Manami closed it, revealing the same robed man he’d met not long ago. Whatever polite greeting Yuuta prepared in his mind died in his throat, the sight of Geto stealing the words from his throat.

“My my, the last thing I expected to hear was that you made your way to me, Yuuta Okkotsu. Have you decided to hear me out?” Geto said as he made his way into the room, shutting the door behind him. Geto’s long hair flowed behind him as he quickly closed the space between them. If his first interaction with the cult leader hadn’t been so bizarre, Yuuta probably would have been confused when the man knelt before him.

Geto’s hands were warm as they enveloped Yuuta’s, he brought the teen’s knuckles to his lips and placed a soft kiss there. It was the second time Yuuta found himself looking down at the taller man, again he could feel his heart about to beat right through his chest. Swallowing the anxiety building inside of him, Yuuta knew this was the only chance he’d get.

“I… wanted to speak with you about some sort of compromise,” Yuuta tried his best to keep his voice from shaking as he spoke. He was serious, even if Geto was making his heart race, he needed to stay focused. That didn’t stop him from rambling on in hopes of explaining himself, “I don’t want my friends or anyone to fight and risk their lives if there is something I can do about it.”

Geto rose, dropping Yuuta’s hands as he sat down next to the teen. Geto’s large body made itself comfortable leaning against the back of the seat instead of across from Yuuta like he’d expected. Yuuta felt himself freeze, he was already seated on the edge of the loveseat, but the feeling of Geto settling next to him made his posture straighten.

A chuckle left Geto’s lips at Yuuta’s obvious display of anxiety.

“You must really care for your friends to come all the way here just to try and save them. What do you think you can offer me?” Geto asked, his voice frustratingly smooth as if he were trying to seduce the teen.

Yuuta felt disarmed by the tone of Geto’s voice, he could see how so many people managed to fall into obeying the cult leader if he spoke to all of them this way. His cheeks flushed at the idea of just listening to Geto speak instead of trying to actually find a solution. Yuuta wouldn’t let himself get too distracted though, he was here for a reason.

“Well, I mean, you want to keep sorcerers safe, right? Wouldn’t the attack you’re planning harm innocent sorcerers?” Yuuta’s anxiety again showed up in the way he spoke. The thoughts from his head were not quite translating as eloquently as he’d imagined. The teen knew there was more to Geto’s ideals than helping sorcerers, but there was something about being right next to the man that had been haunting his mind that kept the words from forming.

“What a naive way to view things, but of course someone with your experiences would boil it down that far. Do you know how curses are born, Yuuta?” Geto asked, his words still dripping with honey even as he took on a more condescending tone

Geto’s avoidance of Yuuta’s question did fluster the teen further. Yuuta could feel that he wasn’t asking the right questions, his inexperience with the world he was now steeped in made it harder for him to try and guide the conversation.

Against his better judgment, Yuuta turned to face Geto. Shaking his head instead of responding, Yuuta was surprised by the calm look on Geto’s face. He was sure he’d accidentally upset the man somehow, but the soft smile put him at ease and brought more of a flush to his cheeks.

“Curses are formed when cursed energy leaks from only non-sorcerers due to their harboring negative emotions. There isn’t any sorcerer that can remove all the fear, loathing, and malice from the human heart, so why try and fight against a problem that has no viable end in sight?” Geto spoke, his tone no longer keeping that playful edge. “Do you know what it’s like to see your friends' bodies broken from a fight that will continuously repeat until death takes you?”

The severity of Geto’s question added a new tension to the room they occupied. It was clear to Yuuta that he was far out of his depth, he wasn’t sure why he’d assumed someone like him would be able to change the mind of a man that had turned down a path like the one Geto had taken. If anything, Yuuta felt more sympathy for Geto. The words he spoke invoked a pain that Yuuta could relate to, a pain he knew intimately.

Geto didn’t wait for Yuuta to answer, reaching out a hand and caressing the teen’s cheek. The comforting gesture was a surprise to Yuuta. Even more a surprise that he leaned into it instead of jumping away.

“You’ve seen the pain a curse can cause, do you really want to continue fighting for people that create that pain?” Geto’s voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke. Yuuta couldn’t tell if the man was genuinely trying to comfort him or manipulate him, he felt far too many different emotions.

They stared at each other for a moment, Geto now waiting for some kind of response from the teen while Yuuta was completely at a loss on where to take this. He wasn’t prepared for this at all, Gojo never warned him about Geto’s way with words.

“I’m sorry, I should leave. I’m sorry for wast-,” Yuuta’s sudden words were cut off by the hand that caressed his face moving to cover his mouth.

The sly grin on Geto’s face had returned, more mischievous than when he entered and not something Yuuta had expected after saying such dark things.

The sudden covering of his mouth had made Yuuta even more anxious, he was afraid to move at that moment. Though the look on Geto’s face was nonthreatening, that didn’t mean he hadn’t almost made a wrong move.

“You came all the way here to ask me to spare lives, even if you are foolishly naive, your compassion for people you don’t even know just because they are sorcerers is such a beautiful quality. Now that you’ve decided to waste my time I ask, what can you do for me to make this visit worth something?” Geto’s words had lost their sharpness and now returned to the oddly passionate praise he spoke with when they first met.

Geto’s hand on Yuuta’s mouth hadn’t moved, so he had an excuse to not reply instantly. Though it was hard enough for him to try and think about any offer Geto could make, as the hand that covered his mouth had closed even more of the distance between them. Geto’s hand was warm and large as the fingers dug into his cheeks just shy of being painful.

As if he realized Yuuta couldn’t dignify him with an answer like this, Geto’s hand slipped behind Yuuta’s head. His long fingers tangling in the teen’s hair with a firm grip pulling him even closer.

It didn’t take words for Yuuta to have some idea of what Geto wanted, the look in the cult leader’s eyes was one Yuuta had only imagined on the man. A step past the alluring gaze he usually held when speaking with Yuuta, it was impossible to ignore the seductive eyes staring into his soul. Yuuta could feel his face burning from the impossibility of the situation he’d found himself in. It felt like a scenario pulled right off the front page of a porn site Yuuta wouldn’t admit to visiting.

Closing the short distance between the two of them, Yuuta sheepishly leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Geto’s cheek. The heat in Geto’s eyes and taboo nature of what Yuuta wanted to do prevented him from having the courage to fully kiss the man in front of him. Geto’s skin was soft and warm, Yuuta found himself fighting the urge to rub his face against Geto’s.

Yuuta was so focused on giving Geto what he thought he wanted that he didn’t see the smirk now plastered on Geto’s face. While he was still surprised to find Yuuta here waiting for him, it was even more surprising just how drawn to the teen he was. The closer he could get to Yuuta, the more likely the teen would be to follow along with his plans in some way. Sorcerers were much more malleable when they felt connected after all.

“You’re going to have to work harder than that to make up for the time you spent here,” Geto whispered against Yuuta’s cheek. The hand in Yuuta’s hair tightened, preventing him from moving.

In one motion Geto sealed their lips together, a soft kiss that surprised Yuuta, the teen’s eyes growing wide as Geto’s fluttered shut. Despite not having any experience with being kissed, Yuuta followed Geto’s lead, kissing the man back as best as he could. The kiss was softer than he’d expected, gentle lips pressing against insistently. Yuuta allowed himself to relax and enjoy his fantasy come to life.

Yuuta was so focused on keeping up with Geto’s lips that the feeling of Geto’s tongue tracing his bottom lip startled him, a small gasp leaving his mouth. It was all the invitation Geto needed to deepen the kiss, tongue slipping into the teen’s mouth.

It felt better than Yuuta ever thought it could, the exploritave tongue of another inside his mouth. Yuuta again tried to keep pace with Geto, twinning their tongues together and kissing with the same intensity that he was being kissed.

As new as it was to Yuuta, his eagerness more than made up for lack of experience. Geto could feel himself already growing hard, he knew he was going to take this as far as the plaint body next to him would allow. It wasn’t abnormal for Geto to let a follower suck him off as a form of praise, but it rarely began as soft as the kisses he shared with Yuuta. Even if he’d been the one to imply Yuuta owed him something, it had been the teen who closed the gap between them.

Geto was never one to deny the wants of another strong sorcerer.

Yuuta grew more brave as the kiss continued, Geto’s tongue coaxing it out of him with each new lick into his mouth. It felt like heaven, the soft pleasure of each kiss fueling a fire in his veins he hadn’t known was there. His mind was surprisingly blank, unable to focus on anything other than the way Geto felt against him.

Hearing the shuffling of clothing, Yuuta tried to pull their lips apart so he could see what was going on. Geto wasn’t about to let that happen. The hand on the back of the teen’s head holding him firmly in place without hurting him. Geto quickly overwhelmed Yuuta, turning their teasing kiss into a one of deep passion. The sudden change made it hard for Yuuta to even want to pull away, he had no idea kisses could be like this.

With Yuuta distracted, Geto continued using his free hand to move his robes aside. The moment he felt Yuuta’s tongue wrap around his own, Geto knew just where he wanted this to lead. After a quick moment of shuffling his own clothing, Geto felt the cool air of the room on his now exposed cock. He wasn’t quite fully erect, but it was obvious how much he was enjoying kissing Yuuta.

Yuuta wasn’t quite relieved when Geto’s kiss slowed down again, part of him wanted to surge forward and force the man to kiss him harder. The soft press of their lips did still feel good though, Yuuta had already forgotten why Geto had deepened their kiss.

Geto’s other hand slid down the teen’s arm until it found Yuuta’s hand, resting limp in his lap. It was painfully obvious that beyond following Geto’s lips, Yuuta had no idea what he was doing. Geto’s thumb stroked the back of Yuuta’s hand before he guided it into his own lap. He set Yuuta’s hand down on his thigh before breaking the kiss and pressing their foreheads together.

“Your face is even more red than before, are you enjoying this as much as I am, Yuuta?” Geto whispered against Yuuta’s lips. A small chuckle from Geto’s throat as he pressed another quick kiss to Yuuta’s cheek. “We’ve barely gotten started and you’ve got me so worked up, sorcery isn’t the only thing you’re a prodigy at.”

Yuuta nodded, mind still reeling from the kiss they shared. He did feel very ‘worked up’, hard cock pressing up against the seam in his jeans. It was almost embarrassing to the teen that he was so aroused so quickly, but the embarrassment didn’t last long. Catching on to what Geto wanted, Yuuta squeezed Geto’s thigh before sliding his hand up.

The feeling of warm flesh against his palm was unexpected, causing him to freeze. This time Geto allowed Yuuta to look down into his lap. Instead of turning away like he half expected the teen to do, Yuuta softly ran his fingertips up the shaft of Geto’s exposed cock. Geto’s sharp gasp not deterring him, but urging him on. Fingers circling the thick cock before him, Yuuta slowly stroking as he felt it grow harder in his hand.

Seeing that Geto was just as aroused as he was after one long kiss made Yuuta feel emboldened. He wanted more and it seemed like Geto was more than willing to give him everything he had dreamt about. The sight of Geto’s thick cock made his mouth water, even if he lacked experience here too, Yuuta still felt his body moving on its own as he started to get down on his knees in front of Geto.

Before he made it too far though, Geto grabbed his arm, breaking the trance Yuuta had found himself in. He looked up at Geto, brow furrowed. Had he misunderstood somehow?

“If you move too far away I won’t be able to touch you, don’t you want to feel even more?” Geto said as he pulled Yuuta closer to him again. Leaning forward it didn’t take long for Geto to manhandle Yuuta’s body into the position he wanted. Yuuta on his knees on the loveseat next to him, bent over so Geto could easily reach out and firmly grasp the teen’s ass.

Between the new position, Geto’s cock in his face, and hand on his ass, Yuuta felt dizzy. Everything was happening so quickly but that didn’t make him want to slow down at all.

Bending down further, Yuuta brought the head of Geto’s cock to his lips, tongue slipping out to lick at it teasingly. He could feel Geto’s thighs flexing beneath him, as if trying to control his reaction. Something inside Yuuta wanted him to make Geto lose control, so following along with what he remembered seeing in videos he definitely didn’t watch, Yuuta softly sucked at the head before trying to take more into his mouth.

Of all the things Geto had expected when he stepped into this room, this wasn’t one of them. Yet he couldn’t deny just how good Yuuta’s lips felt around his cock. Geto found himself biting his lip just to keep the sounds from escaping, the last thing he needed was to sound too eager when he was supposed to be in control.

While Yuuta was trying to see just how much of the thick cock he could suck into his mouth, Geto wanted to take things a step further. At this rate he would have no trouble finishing in Yuuta’s warm mouth, the thought of his cum spilling out of Yuuta’s lips made a shiver run through his body. That wasn’t quite what he wanted though, so the hand that was kneading Yuuta’s ass slipped around under the teen’s body. Nimble fingers popped the button on Yuuta’s pants, allowing Geto to slip them down to expose his ass to the cool air of the room.

On one hand, Yuuta felt himself grow self conscious at being exposed like this, but it was hard for him to care at the moment. The weight of Geto’s cock against his tongue was pleasant. He hadn’t expected that he’d like sucking cock but when he heard the small moans from Geto’s throat and felt it twitch in his mouth Yuuta knew this was something he wanted to savor. Yuuta had managed to fit more than half of Geto’s cock in his mouth before he gagged, so now he was determined to slow down and ease it in further.

The warmth of Yuuta’s mouth was alluring, Geto could barely resist slowly rocking his hips into the teen’s mouth. Moving his hand back, Geto kneaded Yuuta’s bare ass, his large hand engulfing a whole cheek. The soft skin was so pliant and with each squeeze he felt Yuuta let out small moans around his cock.

With his unoccupied hand, Geto reached into the drawer of the side table next to him, quickly finding the small bottle of lubricant. It wasn’t that this happened that often, Geto had just had plenty of experiences where a consultation would turn into something more. It seemed most people interested in his cult also happened to be interested in him, and who was he to deny them.

Popping the cap he quickly spilled some onto his fingers before returning them to Yuuta’s ass, rubbing some of the cold gel on his hole before slowly starting to work the tip of a finger in.

Yuuta hadn’t noticed anything happening around him until he felt the cool liquid against his hole, a tremor ran through his body causing him to choke on the cock that was making its way into his throat. Pulling his mouth completely off of Geto’s cock he coughed, gasping for breath as he felt Geto’s finger slip into his tight hole. Yuuta had tried to finger himself before, but he couldn’t quite get the angle right, but it seemed Geto was having no trouble as he worked a finger all the way in.

Geto sat the bottle of lube down next to them and used his now free hand to tangle in Yuuta’s hair, running through the locks trying to calm the teen.

“You’re so tight but you’re taking me so well, just relax Yuuta, I’ll really make this visit worthwhile for the both of us if you just relax,” Geto said, voice low, as if he were trying to soothe and seduce him at the same time.

Yuuta was beginning to feel overwhelmed. From the fingers stretching him open to the hand raking through his hair, it was too much at once. Geto’s words and thighs were the only things he could cling to for a moment of clarity.

Turning back to the cock in front of him, Yuuta was determined to make Geto feel even a fraction of how wrecked he felt in that moment. Kissing up the side of the throbbing cock before sucking at the head again, Yuuta knew he was doing a good job when the fingers in his hair tightened. That was all the encouragement he needed to try and distract himself from the discomfort of being stretched open.

Sinking his lips down, Yuuta sucked and swallowed around Geto's cock until he felt the head press against the back of his throat. It was hard to tell through the overstimulation, but from where his fingers were at the base of Geto's cock it seemed like he still had a couple inches he was missing. Closing his eyes, Yuuta held Geto's thighs still as he felt the head press into his throat.

A moan left Geto's lips as he felt Yuuta's lips kiss the skin at the base of his cock. He hadn't expected the teen to take all of him, but he was quite enjoying that Yuuta was proving him wrong.

As Yuuta continued fucking his own throat with Geto's cock, Geto slipped a second finger inside the teen. The way Geto had been working him open gently made it easy to slip in and continue stretching the tight hole. Geto knew he needed to hurry though, he wasn't going to be able to last if Yuuta kept sucking his cock like this.

The burning stretch of Geto's thick fingers inside his ass made Yuuta gag on the cock in his throat. It didn't hurt as much as he expected, as Geto was being more gentle with him than even his fantasies imagined. That didn't mean he wasn't surprised by the way it felt to have two long, thick fingers scissoring inside of him. Yuuta tried to not clench around them, knowing it'd only take longer if he did, but it was hard to not react when he felt so full.

“Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer like this. Do you want me to fuck you, Yuuta?” Geto groaned as he spoke, it was hard for him to say much more when Yuuta’s mouth felt so good. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside the teen, but the eagerness Geto felt from Yuuta made his cock throb against the teen’s tongue. He wanted Yuuta to tell him what he wanted.

The words barely registered in Yuuta's ears, he was far too focused on breathing around the cock in his throat. A whine left his throat as Geto’s fingers in his hair tightened again, using the leverage to pull his head up. A pitiful moan falling from his lips as he gasped for breath.

Geto guided Yuuta’s face up to his own, fingers still working in and out of him slowly. Their lips met in a sloppy kiss, Yuuta could feel drool leaking from his lips as he sucked at Geto’s tongue. Pulling back again, Geto peppered kisses around the teen’s face.

“I want to hear you say it, tell me what you want Yuuta,” Geto whispered against Yuuta's cheek. His words were punctuated by his fingers pressing fully into Yuuta, prodding around until Yuuta convulsed in his arms.

Yuuta had no idea what Geto touched inside of him but the pleasure that washed over him was more intense than anything he’d ever felt. Whimpering against Geto’s cheek, Yuuta felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

“P-please fuck me, please, I need you inside m-!” Yuuta’s begging was cut off by Geto’s lips on his again. That was all Geto needed to hear.

Slipping his fingers out of Yuuta’s hole, Geto reached for the lube again. Slicking his cock with it while Yuuta adjusted himself. He wiggled out of his pants, kicking them off along with his shoes before settling next to Geto again. Yuuta wasn’t quite sure how Geto wanted to do this, he just knew he wanted Geto to make him feel good again.

Geto guided Yuuta again, this time moving him to sit on his lap. Yuuta’s knees settled on either side of Geto’s thighs, his hands gripping Geto’s shoulders tightly to keep balance. With his non lubricated hand on Yuuta’s hip, Geto adjusted their bodies, moving them so that the head of his cock was rubbing between Yuuta’s cheeks.

Thrusting up a few times, Geto let himself slip in between Yuuta’s ass cheeks. He watched Yuuta’s face, flushed from arousal, the teen’s eyes brimming with tears as little moans escaped every time Geto��s cock caught on his waiting hole. Geto bit his lip as he slowed his thrusts and readied the tip of his cock against Yuuta’s hole, he had to focus on being patient.

“We can go as slow as you want, fuck yourself on my cock at your own pace,” Geto whispered, as much as he wanted to just thrust into the teen, he didn’t want to hurt Yuuta. He knew he had enough restraint to let Yuuta lower himself down onto his cock. Looking up at Yuuta, Geto took in just how beautiful the young sorcerer was. His short black hair was messy, it had parted in a way that exposed more of Yuuta’s flushed face.

Yuuta nodded, pressing his forehead down against Geto’s as he readied himself. The head of Geto’s cock pressed inside much easier than either of them expected, Yuuta trembled at the strange feeling of being filled. He kept lowering himself, fitting more of Geto’s cock inside, Yuuta was surprised how good it felt. Geto’s hand, wet with lube, found its way to Yuuta’s hip to help keep his body moving down.

It wasn’t long before Yuuta was fully seated on Geto’s cock, the sensation of being so full made him pause to collect himself. Geto on the other hand, wanted nothing more than for Yuuta to move. The tight heat surrounding his cock was too much, Geto wasn’t sure he’d ever been inside someone that took him this well before. It was as if Yuuta was made to be fucked by him.

Geto couldn’t wait, using the hands that were firmly gripping Yuuta’s hips, he started to pull Yuuta up. With that motion, something inside Yuuta snapped. Ignoring the gentle urging of Geto’s hands, Yuuta started to move, setting a pace quicker than Geto expected.

Each press of Yuuta’s hips down against Geto’s was unsteady. It seemed Yuuta was unsure what to do, but he clearly was eager to try. The way Geto’s cock felt slipping in and out of his hole was better than he could have ever imagined, Yuuta wanted nothing more than to fuck himself on Geto. He was too overwhelmed, Yuuta could feel his thighs shaking with each attempted thrust. Yuuta buried his face in the crook of Geto’s neck, his soft moans now muffled by skin.

Taking control, Geto forced Yuuta’s hips down against his own, the sudden movement surprising the teen and pulling a much louder moan from Yuuta. The moan from Yuuta was the green light Geto needed to begin bouncing Yuuta on his cock. Now that Yuuta was more accustomed to Geto’s size, he could fuck into the teen the way he knew they both wanted.

The change in pace was sudden, Geto guiding Yuuta’s body up and down to match his own thrusts. Each thrust was rhythmic, causing the pleasure to mount for both of them. Geto was lost in the way Yuuta squeezed him so perfectly, every thrust it was like he was being sucked back in.

None of Yuuta’s fantasies prepared him for the way Geto’s thick cock felt pounding into him. He could feel his eyes brimming with tears again, not from pain but from the intense, constant pleasure Geto was bringing him. Yuuta blindly began sucking on Geto’s neck to try and keep some of his moans quiet.

Geto knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, it felt too good to bury himself inside Yuuta’s pliant body. Moving their bodies again, Geto held Yuuta’s hips still and began to fuck up into the teen at a much faster pace. He wanted to find that spot inside Yuuta that would bring him as close to the edge as he was. It didn’t take long for him to find it, Yuuta biting into his neck as he clenched around Geto’s cock like a vice grip.

The head of Geto’s cock slammed against Yuuta’s spot over and over again. Geto’s thrusts measured so every time he filled Yuuta, he made the teen’s vision white out with pleasure.

Yuuta couldn’t contain himself anymore, his hands holding onto Geto’s biceps for some kind of grounding. A constant stream of pleasured moans spilling from his lips as he let Geto bring him nothing but pure ecstasy with each thrust.

As he kept pace with his hips, one of Geto’s hands slipped between the two of them. Yuuta’s neglected cock had been trapped between their stomachs, bouncing around with each violent thrust. Geto’s hand quickly wrapped around the weeping cock and began skillfully stroking, wanting to make sure Yuuta came first.

Yuuta choked on a moan at the way Geto’s hand felt on his cock, his head flying back as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release. Before Yuuta could bury his face again, Geto pressed their lips together in a sloppy kiss. Swallowing Yuuta’s moans as he sucked on the teen’s tongue.

Orgasm hit Yuuta with a force he didn’t know was possible, moaning into Geto’s mouth he felt himself spill all over the man’s hand. He felt his body convulse with pleasure, Geto continuing to hit that spot inside him as he fucked Yuuta through his orgasm.

The way Yuuta clenched around him as he came made it hard for Geto not to instantly spill himself inside the teen. After feeling Yuuta begin to grow limp in his arms, Geto buried himself inside the teen and let his orgasm take over. Filling Yuuta up with his release, Geto’s thrusts turned shallow as he rode out his orgasm.

Geto’s arms encircled Yuuta in a tight embrace, the desperate kiss they’d shared turning into a soft press of lips as the two of them came down from their release. He wasn’t sure what it would take, but Geto didn’t want to let go of Yuuta completely just yet. Even if he’d originally only had the goal of manipulating him and showing Yuuta that his view wasn’t the full reality of their world, he’d never felt so complete with someone.

Yuuta was torn, he knew he needed to get back before his friends started to worry, but the way Geto’s arms felt brought him more comfort than he’d felt in years. In Yuuta’s mind, he was now more determined than ever to find some sort of compromise between their ideals. That was too much to think about now though, he wanted to rest here in this secluded moment of peace for just a little bit longer.

#geto suguru #yuuta okkotsu #okkosugu #suguokko #getou suguru #yuta okkotsu #jjk smut #jjk rarepair

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I wasn't able to write for everyday of kinktober BUT I think writing more kinks than days in the month and 49k words in 22 days is impressive! Instead of just sharing each post again, I'll just share the compilation from my Ao3!

Here is the link to the series.

All tags don't apply to each work, and they are separated into individual fics, so theres no need for a directory! Please heed the tags on each individual fic as some of them are quite dark, while others are a bit lighter.

#jjk #jjk smut #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kenjaku #mahito #geto suguru #gojo satoru #yuuta okkotsu #getomahi #satosugu #okkosugu #kengo #kenyu #jjk x reader

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Indentation (Yuuta Okkotsu x Geto Suguru)

Contains: Rope bondage, butt plugs, blindfolds, teacher/student, age gap, top Yuuta bottom Suguru.

Kinktober day 22: Bondage. I am not entirely sure why but I am suuuuuper proud of this fic. I also really wanted to name it after 'Dress' by Miss T Swift but this is as close as I could reasonably get. The more I write these two, the more obsessed I get. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name, shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or rb if you like!

Throughout the year of their being together, Yuuta had found that being intimate with Geto was a very… overwhelming experience. Geto never took advantage of him and always made sure Yuuta’s consent was enthusiastic, but that was part of the problem. Everything Geto did was so practiced that Yuuta lost himself to pleasure far too quickly. There were times where he would gain the confidence to make a bigger move himself but ultimately, as soon as Geto’s hands were on him, Yuuta would turn into putty.

Yuuta had mentioned this to Geto one evening, while they went on a walk around campus. It had taken a lot of stuttering and patience on Geto’s part, but once Yuuta got the words out Geto was fairly sure he had an idea of what could help them. Reassuring Yuuta with a soft kiss to his head, Geto promised to come up with something to help the teen.

Geto didn’t want to take things too far, he wasn’t entirely sure what Yuuta had wanted to try after all. He just knew that anytime he asked the teen he became more red in the face and assured Geto that it was something he’d mentioned being okay with. It wasn’t that he needed reassurance, anything Yuuta wanted to do with him Geto was sure he would love, he just wanted to plan around that.

After one of their trips into the city to get a cursed tool that was on loan to another sorcerer, they stopped in a novelty shop. Yuuta had wanted to get something for his classmates and Geto figured the twins wouldn’t mind a little surprise as well. While looking around the shop, Geto happened to notice a blindfold that looked very similar to the one Gojo wore.

Geto noted that Yuuta was next to him, but looking at something else. He knew that, unlike Gojo, he wouldn’t be able to see with the blindfold on. Placing it over his eyes, Geto tapped Yuuta on the shoulder to get his attention. “Remind you of anyone, Yuuta?”

There was a pause, he’d expected one of Yuuta’s cute laughs and not the silence he was met with. He reached up to remove the blindfold and see if Yuuta had stepped away without him noticing, but a gentle hand on his stopped the motion.

“Can you see me?” Yuuta asked, voice oddly strained but curious as he spoke.

Geto shook his head instead of speaking, not wanting to interrupt whatever was going on in Yuuta’s mind.

Yuuta’s hand caressed Geto’s cheek softly before guiding Geto down to his level. Yuuta pressed a soft kiss to Geto’s lips. Something Geto hadn’t expected at all as they never engaged in any form of public affection. To have Yuuta react so strongly surprised him.

Pulling back after Yuuta’s lips left his, Geto lifted the blindfold off. Yuuta’s face had a dusting of pink, but the look in his eyes was one of desire. Geto wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen Yuuta so focused. Geto raised his eyebrows, as if to silently ask what that was.

The flush on Yuuta’s face deepened under Geto’s inquisitive gaze. A piece of the puzzle he hadn’t known he was looking for clicked together in Geto’s mind. Yuuta’s confidence was correlated to how much control he had, if Geto was watching him or leading their more intimate moments, Yuuta wouldn’t act on his desires. However, if the perceived power imbalance tipped in his favor, Yuuta was suddenly able to act.

Geto should have gotten it months ago, when the first time Yuuta sucked him off was after he’d successfully pinned Geto while they were practicing hand to hand combat. It was more than just the adrenaline from sparring, but the fact that he had power over Geto.

“I-I I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me, it just looked so nice against your face and I couldn’t help myself. I'm sorry Sugur-” Yuuta’s rambling apology was cut off by Geto returning a soft kiss to his lips. Yuuta didn’t fully understand why he reacted the way he did, but he just couldn’t help himself at that moment.

“It’s okay, Yuuta. I enjoyed your reaction a lot so I will be buying this though, we should hurry and head back though, did you find everything you needed?” Geto was eager to return back. He had finally come up with the perfect way, in theory, to get Yuuta to come further out of his shell intimately.

They gathered their gifts, and the blindfold, and made their way out of the shop and back toward the school.

About a week later, Yuuta found himself sneaking through the dark campus. Geto had texted him, as if he knew the teen would be getting ready for bed at that time. The message had mentioned a surprise, so Yuuta was a mix of nervous excitement. Geto had surprised him before randomly like this, with a gift after coming back from a mission. That it turned into a make out session that had Yuuta finishing in his pants surely had nothing to do with the excitement that coursed through him.

He was glad that the area where the staff slept if they stayed on campus was built differently than the student dorms. Instead of a dormitory style, it was more like a series of small apartment-like homes. If Yuuta remembered correctly, the staff that were immediately near Geto’s were away at the moment on missions.

Yuuta wondered as he stood outside the front door if that was by any chance Geto’s doing.

The text had said to just let himself in and come find his present. Yuuta found the door unlocked, so he did just that. Letting himself in and making sure to lock the door behind him, Yuuta noted that the majority of the lights were out, save for the light from the bedroom that spilled out from the crack in the bottom of the door.

Something about the set up already had arousal spinning in the pit of Yuuta’s stomach. It could be something harmless, an actual present Geto had for him. He felt like he knew his boyfriend well enough to know that there was more to this than an object.

Pushing the bedroom door open, Yuuta was too stunned to speak at the sight in front of him.

Geto was nude save for a red rope snaking around his body, the rope twisting and crossing to make lovely patterns against his tan skin. Yuuta followed the rope down from Geto’s chest to where it crossed on his stomach, dipping down past his half hard cock and between his thighs where it seemed to be tighter, squeezing into the soft flesh. Eyes traveling up to Geto’s face, Yuuta found a sly smirk on the man’s face.

“Surprise~ I’ve been thinking about what you’ve said before about not being able to fully do what you want when we’re intimate because of how overbearing I can be. So, I’m yours to do with what you will,” Geto spoke, words washing over Yuuta like an unexpected wave at the beach. That Geto cared enough to put forward this much effort made his heart jump in his chest. The sight of Geto doing this however, made Yuuta’s cock stir in his pajama pants.

As Geto spoke, Yuuta noticed the blindfold sitting on Geto’s forehead, his hair was down so at first Yuuta had thought it was just messier than normal. Yuuta’s mind was racing torn between crying at how lucky he was to have someone so considerate and moving to touch Geto.

The latter won, Yuuta stepping forward without much thought, crawling onto the bed and running his hand along the ropes on Geto’s chest. Yuuta had always found Geto attractive, his crush developing the moment he laid eyes on the man, but laying here like this, Geto truly was beautiful.

Yuuta continued exploring the ropes, following them down Geto’s arms until he made it to his wrists. On one wrist there was a good 6 inches of rope hanging off the inside of his wrist, and on the other a loop had been added to the wrist. It didn’t take much for Yuuta to realize he could use this to tie Geto’s arms together, the one thing the man probably couldn’t do on his own.

“Suguru… you didn’t have to do this,” Yuuta tried to push down the tinge of guilt he felt. Geto went to all of this effort to surprise him and all Yuuta had done was show up in his pajamas.

Geto shushed him, not wanting to allow the teen a chance to feel bad.

“I did this for the both of us, it's something I wanted to do with you that I thought might help you out too. Please enjoy me Yuuta, use me, you can go as slow as you need to,” Geto said encouragingly. He very much did this for more than just Yuuta’s sake, the thought of Yuuta letting go and taking control made him desperate to find a way for it to happen.

Yuuta nodded, shaky hands slipping up to Geto’s face. Cradling Geto’s cheeks in his hands, Yuuta smiled softly before pulling the blindfold down over Geto’s eyes.

As soon as Geto was unable to see him, Yuuta leaned forward, pressing a hesitant kiss to Geto’s waiting lips. Hands slipping down from Geto’s face to trace the ropes around Geto’s chest and shoulders, Yuuta couldn’t help but become more excited.

It didn’t take long for Yuuta to deepen the kiss, he was too eager, his tongue slipping into Geto’s willing mouth to rub up against his tongue. Yuuta reveled in the way it felt to kiss Geto so deeply, a soft moan from Geto getting swallowed in the mess of lips and tongues.

Continuing his exploration of Geto’s body, Yuuta’s hands drifted down further. Fingers teasingly brushing against Geto’s nipples, eliciting another moan from the man. Curious hands dipped into the space between the ropes, touching every inch of Geto’s abdomen Yuuta could get his fingers on. It didn’t take long before Yuuta’s fingers were brushing up against Geto’s cock, now fully erect from all the attention Yuuta was giving him.

Yuuta pulled back from the kiss, again taking in the sight of the man before him. It was hard to believe at times that he had Geto all to himself, but this made Yuuta feel like Geto belonged to him and him alone.

Situating himself, Yuuta laid between Geto’s thighs, the hard cock in front of him twitching with anticipation. Taking advantage of the fact that he knew Geto couldn’t see him, without warning Yuuta took Geto’s cock so far into his throat that he thought he would gag. Sucking harshly at the thick cock, Yuuta heard and felt Geto’s reaction. The moan was muffled by Geto biting his own lip in an attempt to stay quiet, while his thighs shook from the sudden attention to his cock.

As much as Yuuta loved to please Geto, he wasn’t between the man’s legs without a reason. He desperately wanted to fuck Geto. They’d had sex before, Geto riding Yuuta’s cock until the teen was a crying mess mixed in with times where Geto split Yuuta in half with his cock. Yuuta had never been able to fully take Geto the way he wanted to.

Reaching down past Geto’s balls, his fingers traced Geto’s perineum before finding something that made him stop in his tracks. Where Geto’s tight hole should be was a foreign object. Yuuta pulled his mouth off of Geto’s cock immediately, lifting the man’s thighs to get a look at what he’d just touched. Geto whined at the rough treatment, body almost being folded in half.

Nestled between Geto’s ass cheeks was a small heart shaped jewel. Yuuta felt his cock throb at the sight he hadn’t expected.

“I wanted to be ready for whatever you wanted, I said I’m yours to use,” Geto’s breathless voice spoke. Yuuta couldn’t believe it, the thought of Geto working himself open while thinking about this, and then tying himself up made him dizzy.

Yuuta dropped Geto’s legs, moving to remove his clothes. He tossed them onto the floor, not caring what kind of wrinkles he’d find in them later. It was all too much, he knew if he let himself get lost in touching Geto that he’d be unable to fuck the man like he needed to. All of this was so he didn’t get too overwhelmed, if the sight of the plug in Geto’s ass got him this close without even touching himself, he needed Geto now.

“Someone’s eager,” Geto teased. Though he couldn’t see the way Yuuta desperately pulled at his own clothes, he could hear the sound of fabric hitting the ground and the frantic movements from the teen on the bed. “How do you want me?”

Yuuta paused, he loved watching Geto’s expression when they had sex, they were both expressive but something about seeing the teasing look in Geto’s eyes turn into one awash with pleasure really turned him on. Considering the blindfold though, another fantasy of Yuuta’s appeared in his mind.

“On your hands and knees, please Suguru,” Yuuta had to stop himself from apologizing or over-explaining why he wanted this. He was sure Geto would understand his desire for the position.

Geto chuckled to himself, the sound of Yuuta telling him what to do both turned him on and made him want to kiss the teen. It was difficult for Geto to move while tied up, however, he wasn’t restrained but the way the ropes felt on his skin wasn’t exactly pleasant when he moved too much, but Yuuta had asked so nicely. Shifting his body weight, careful to not kick Yuuta, wherever he was on the bed, Geto settled onto his hands and knees before arching his back, his face turned sideways against the pillow so he could put his arms behind his back.

The sight of Geto’s ass up in the air, the small jewel peeking out at him paired with the ropes all over his body made Yuuta’s cock throb in anticipation. His hands settled on Geto’s ass cheeks, spreading them so he could get a good look at the hole he wanted to bury himself in. Dipping his fingers in, Yuuta slowly pulled the plug out of Geto’s hole. It was messy, covered in lube that dribbled out of his hole. Sitting the plug aside, off the blankets on the edge of the bed, Yuuta situated himself. He rubbed the tip of his cock against Geto’s hole.

It already felt good to feel something against his cock, but as he slowly pressed inside Yuuta was overtaken with pleasure. He had never slid inside Geto so easily before, both the angle and the stretching Geto had done had made this feel amazing for Yuuta.

Yuuta watched as Geto’s ass pressed up against his pelvis, the flesh squishing against his skin as he pushed his cock in as far as it would go. Yuuta stayed still for a moment, even if he didn’t need to let Geto adjust, he needed a moment. His head was already spinning with everything that had happened and the way Geto squeezed him was more than perfect.

Reaching forward, Yuuta grabbed Geto’s hands, a motion that surprised Geto. Quickly he looped the rope around his wrists, a loose knot holding Geto’s hands behind his back now. Yuuta braced himself with the rope as he slowly pulled out of Geto.

It didn’t take long for Yuuta to find a steady pace, the fire of pleasure running through his body, setting every nerve ablaze with each thrust into Geto’s tight heat. It was hard for Yuuta to focus on anything but the way his cock felt as he fucked into Geto, steadily he tried to pick up pace, but Geto squeezing around him kept him from going as hard as he could.

Geto was glad this was the position Yuuta had chosen, he was able to bury his face in the pillow. He sometimes forgot just how well Yuuta filled him up, how each thrust the head of Yuuta’s cock would brush up against that spot inside him that made his vision blur. Geto could feel his thick cock rubbing up against the blanket beneath him. This was one of the best ideas Geto had ever had.

A particularly harder thrust drew a louder moan from Geto, one the pillow didn’t quite muffle the way it should have. This brought Yuuta’s mind back, momentarily he was lost in just how good Geto felt. Looking down Yuuta felt his hips stutter for a moment. The way Geto’s ass bounced against him as he fucked into the man was mesmerizing. It was so much and not enough for him at the same time.

Focusing on the squish of Geto’s ass, Yuuta’s pace increased. He was fucking into Geto faster than he thought possible, each thrust deep and quick. If Yuuta hadn’t been close before he certainly was now.

Geto was unable to think, the speed at which Yuuta was filling him was one he hadn’t expected. Yuuta had always been slow, taking his time every time they’d been intimate. When he told Yuuta to go at his own pace, he hadn’t been thinking that it would bring tears to his eyes with how punishingly quick the thrusts were.

As the head of Yuuta’s cock was constantly bullying Geto’s pleasure spot, the man couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to hold on, but he’d gotten himself so close earlier when he was preparing himself for Yuuta, so Geto wasn’t able to stop himself from releasing onto the blanket that his cock was rubbing up against.

Geto’s orgasm hit Yuuta like a punch to the gut, the way Geto clenched and spasmed around his cock immediately pulling Yuuta over the edge with him too. Yuuta tried to keep pace as he came inside Geto, his release spilling out with each thrust as he fucked them both through their orgasm.

As Yuuta’s thrusting slowed, he pulled out of Geto. Both of their bodies were spent. With a little effort, Geto freed his arms and turned himself over to face Yuuta. He pulled the blindfold off, now able to see just how fucked out Yuuta looked.

Geto opened his arms, allowing Yuuta to fall into them. He didn’t care that the ropes were digging into both of their skin, they kissed slowly, different from when Yuuta first kissed him earlier in the night. There was no rush, only the swelling affection inside both of them as they relaxed into each other's arms.

#geto suguru #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #yuuta okkotsu #okkosugu #yuta okkotsu #getou suguru #jjk smut

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Restraint (Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru)

Contains: Tentacles, pre hidden inventory, gaping, improper use of cursed technique.

Kinktober Day 21: Tentacles. Hello! Written last minute as I got called into work unexpectedly! I have a lot of inappropriate thoughts about Geto's technique but I'm sure Gojo has more. I really like the idea of Gojo not wanting to be in control in some aspect of his life, even if that aspect is under Geto. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or rb if you enjoy!

It had started over something small, a gesture that Geto thought would have little impact on their relationship. Gojo had taken the weapon he was training with, and it was more difficult to catch the six eyes than he would have liked. Taking the words of their teacher to heart, Geto used his ability instead of just chasing Gojo. He’d summoned a swift curse that had good reach, a squid-like curse that easily restrained Gojo. The tentacles wrapping around his arms and legs made him immediately drop the weapon.

Geto had expected Gojo to be annoyed, angry even. There was no way he could have predicted Gojo’s actual reaction.

After a day of giving Geto the cold shoulder, a knock came to Geto’s door after their curfew. It wasn’t uncommon for them to visit one another late at night, whether it be just to chat or one of them had gotten a little too worked up and needed the others help.

When Geto opened the door to see Gojo, face flushed and a pleading look on his face, Geto had to let him in. He would do anything for Gojo, and it looked like Gojo needed something only he could give at the moment. Geto unfortunately wasn’t prepared for Gojo’s request.

“You want me to fuck you with one of my curses?” Geto’s voice was incredulous. He didn’t think Gojo could surprise him, but this really proved him wrong.

Gojo reached out and lightly punched Geto’s shoulder before hiding his face in one of Geto’s pillows. It was the most embarrassed Geto had ever seen him.

“No! I want the curse to restrain me and for you to fuck me. Maybe the curse can touch my dick a little too,” Gojo’s words were muffled but audible as he tried to explain himself. It seemed like being restrained, even for a moment had awoken something inside Gojo. Another thing only Geto could do for him.

Geto felt a smirk creep onto his face. They had experimented with each other before, learning and finding out different things they liked so Geto already knew that Gojo wasn’t fond of taking charge while they were intimate. He hadn’t expected this though, part of him wondered if he’d even be able to properly use his technique while inside Gojo. It was something he was willing to try though.

It didn’t take long for them to get lost in one another, simple undressing turned into making out, which turned into Gojo’s pants half on his body while he tried to take Geto’s clothing off. It was endearing to Geto just how eager Gojo was, but he needed to slow down. Geto closed his eyes, summoning a curse that was similar to his giant squid, but actually fit inside his room. The jellyfish-like curse floated behind Gojo, tentacles reaching out to caress his bare back.

Gojo froze, the presence of the curse hadn’t surprised him, but the slick smoothness of the tentacles on his skin had. Geto pushed Gojo back, knocking the teen onto his bed. The curse’s tentacles quickly wrapped around Gojo’s torso, keeping him steady as he settled onto the mattress.

More tentacles spread out from the small curse that was now pressed in between Gojo’s shoulder blades.Traveling down Gojo’s long arms to wrap around his wrists, they pulled the teen’s arms in before trapping them against his stomach by wrapping around him more. It was a hold Gojo, one of the strongest sorcerers of their age, could easily break free from if he wanted to.

Geto was transfixed, watching the curse under his control hold his partner down, there was something erotic that he hadn’t anticipated about it. The flush on Gojo’s face was prominent, even more than when he’d first asked Geto about his. Geto also couldn’t help but notice just how hard Gojo was, his cock fully erect and leaking already only after a few kisses and touches.

Willing the curse to move, Geto watched as the tentacles wrapped around Gojo’s thighs, spreading them wide to make quite the view for him. Again there was no resistance to Gojo, barely even a sound other than his heavy breathing.

The sight was too much for Geto to just stand by and watch, pushing his own pants all the way down Geto slowly started to stroke himself to the sight of Gojo spread out on his bed like this. He didn’t want to get too carried away, but he could tell the other wasn’t going to last too long at this rate.

The tentacles around Gojo’s thighs pulsed before growing longer, winding around the muscle and slipping up to brush against his perineum. Gojo gasped, his cock throbbing at the touch so close but not close enough. The teasing caress quickly turned into something more, when the end of the tentacle started to press into Gojo’s tight hole. Gojo was relieved that the tentacles seemed to have some sort of slick residue on them, it made the press inside him not so painful.

Slowly the tentacle grew in size as it fucked in and out of Gojo, stretching him open. Geto had to fight the urge to just take Gojo now, he had never seen Gojo look like this before. Face red, lips bitten from trying to keep quiet, his body trembling and at the mercy of Geto’s curse. For a moment Geto even thought he saw tears pooling in Gojo’s eyes, but before he could look too close his eyes were drawn back down the teen’s body.

A moan had slipped through Gojo’s red lips as another tentacle pressed in alongside the one that was already stretching him. Together the two appendages focused on making sure he was open enough for Geto.

Geto couldn’t look away, the tentacles slipping in and out of Gojo pulled at the rim of his hole, pushing it to the limit and allowing it to gape open just enough for Geto to be able to see inside. That was his limit, it was more than enough watching and stroking himself for Geto. There was no reason to wait any longer when Gojo was being restrained before him, practically begging to be fucked.

Stepping in between Gojo’s spread legs, Geto lined himself up with Gojo’s entrance. He could hear Gojo whine as the tentacles pulled out of him, leaving their slick residue coating his insides. Pressing inside, Geto was surprised at how easy it was. It was still tight, Gojo’s hole squeezing around him as his cock pressed further inside, but it was like he wouldn’t need to wait for Gojo to get comfortable.

Gojo trembled at the feeling of Geto splitting him open, the pain of stretching gone and only the pleasure of being filled remained. It was hard for Gojo to not wrap his legs around Geto’s waist to get him inside faster. Paired with the feeling of being restrained, this was everything Gojo had hoped it would be.

Once he was fully inside, Geto wasted no time fucking into Gojo. Without having to wait for Gojo to adjust, he just set a harsh pace immediately, the head of his cock slamming into Gojo’s sensitive hole, brushing up against the spot inside him that drove Gojo mad with each thrust.

Soft moans now slipping from Gojo’s lips, Geto leaned forward to kiss him. Anything to keep quiet, Geto knew they both needed to finish this without getting caught. Geto’s tongue slipped into Gojo’s mouth, the assertive kiss an attempt to keep Gojo quiet. It didn’t stop the moans, but it did muffle them enough to make Geto worry less about being caught. Hopefully one day he’d be able to fuck Gojo and hear every noise he had to offer.

The pace Geto fucked into Gojo at was fast and deep, filling him up completely as quickly as Geto’s hips would let him. It felt amazing, Geto’s cock throbbing inside Gojo as he felt himself getting closer to release. It hadn’t been very long, but the excitement of trying something that seemed taboo paired with just how heavenly Gojo felt wrapped around him was too much for Geto.

He could tell Gojo was getting close too, squeezing around his cock as if it were trying to milk him dry. One of the tentacles that had been restraining Gojo came loose, slipping down from Gojo’s stomach to wrap around his cock.

Gojo choked on the tongue in his mouth at the feeling of his cock being engulfed. The tentacle wrapped fully around, making it feel like Gojo was fucking up into it instead of it teasingly stroking him like he’d expected. The tentacle pulsing and sliding up and down Gojo’s cock matching each thrust of Geto’s cock.

It only took a few short moments of this intense pleasure to force Gojo into a violent orgasm. His whole body convulsing as he felt himself cum all over the tentacles that wrapped around his cock. Sucking at Geto’s tongue to keep from moaning so desperately, Gojo whined as Geto kept fucking him.

Each thrust was so much harder than the last as Gojo finished. No matter how stretched he had been, the way he squeezed Geto’s cock was more than enough for Geto. Feeling his balls press up against Gojo’s cheeks, Geto let himself fill Gojo even more, spilling his seed deep inside.

As he came, they both fell back further onto the bed. The curse disappeared as Geto lost control of himself. Gojo’s arms flew around Geto’s shoulders, holding him close as they both came down from their highs together.

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kenjakusbrainstem · 6 months

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Alone Together (Geto Suguru x Yuuta Okkotsu)

Contains: Watersports, omorashi, hand jobs, praise kink, age gap, teacher/student, AU, guided pissing.

Kinktober Day 20: Watersports. Idk what it is about writing okkosugu that makes me want to write piss. I also let this one get out of hand, making it the longest kinktober I've done so far. I love writing them and their interactions, more people should ship them. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or rb if you enjoy or think okkosugu deserves more love!

Yuuta knew Geto didn’t live on campus full time. He’d seen the quarters that the man would stay in occasionally, but that was just a temporary room if he was needed there for an extended period of time. So when the opportunity arose, on the way back from a meeting at the Kyoto school that lasted much longer than either of them anticipated, Geto made the decision to stop at his home. It was on the way to the school, and with how late it was, nearly midnight, who could blame him for wanting to rest faster?

The apartment was smaller than Yuuta imagined. He knew Geto lived here with his adopted daughters when they weren’t in school, so he’d pictured a much larger home. Fortunately, they were going to be starting as first years soon, so they had started staying at the dorms to get accustomed. In the back of Yuuta’s mind, he wondered if that wasn’t part of the reason for Geto’s choice. It would be nice to have a place to themselves only if for a night.

“Are you hungry, Yuuta? It was a long train ride,” Geto asked as he led the teen out of the entryway and into a small kitchen. Opening the fridge to reveal not too many options, as they had been staying at the school for a little while. “I can probably make you something before we go to bed.”

Admittedly, Yuuta was a little hungry. And thirsty. And he had to pee. Though he was too conflicted to properly articulate any of that. Yuuta was eager to spend some time alone with Geto, his teenage hormones alight at the thought, but he also was nervous about being adequate. He didn’t doubt Geto’s feelings for him, but at times like this when he stepped into the man’s fully formed life he couldn’t help but feel uncertain.

“N-no, well maybe some water? I am pretty tired,” Yuuta spoke, nervousness shining through. He wasn’t being entirely truthful, he didn’t feel tired. The excitement about being with Geto was more than enough to keep him fully awake, he was mostly hoping that Geto would pick up on what he meant about being tired without having to say it.

Unfortunately for Yuuta, Geto nearly always wanted to hear him voice his needs and wants.

A knowing smile worked its way onto Geto’s face, he knew exactly what Yuuta was thinking. Ever since he suggested sleeping at his home instead of heading back to campus, Yuuta’s mood had changed. The teen had gone from falling asleep on his shoulder to wide awake, having been an eager teen once, Geto didn’t have to put much thought into why that was.

Without a word Geto reached into the fridge for a bottle of water, handing it over to Yuuta. He watched, smile still etched onto his face, as Yuuta finished half the bottle in a couple large swallows.

“If you’re tired then I am too, maybe we should get ready for bed?” Geto asked, leaving the decision to be made by Yuuta. Geto didn’t mind letting Yuuta be the one to make decisions like this, there were far too many decisions he had to make in his life, so leaving the majority of their relationship up to his partner felt right. So many things about his relationship with Yuuta felt right, it was hard for Geto to explain just how content it made him.

At Geto’s words, Yuuta tilted his head back, quickly drinking the rest of the water Geto had given him. He was thankful that Geto was so willing to go along at his pace, though they had several more intimate encounters, Yuuta felt like he had room to say no if he wanted. Even though he was nervous, it was never about Geto taking advantage of him, if anything he’d been the one to initiate some of the stranger things they did.

Yuuta had a couple things in mind he wanted to try tonight, some more taboo than others. Right now though, he could only think about one thing.

Closing the gap between the two of them with a surge of confidence, Yuuta leaned up on his tip toes and pressed a soft kiss to Geto’s lips. The kiss a simple, sweet press of lips, leaving no indication of where the night could go. Simply an expression of affection and comfort. Geto smiled as Yuuta pulled away, his feet returning to the ground, pressing another kiss to the teen’s forehead.

It was a relief for the both of them to not have to be so aware of who was around them. This was something they both had needed for quite some time.

Geto let his arm fall around Yuuta’s waist, hand comfortably resting on the teen’s hip as he guided Yuuta into his bedroom.

The room was also smaller than Yuuta had expected. With a queen sized bed taking up the majority of the room, leaving space for a small dresser and bedside table with a lamp. The walls were covered in photos, Yuuta had seen some before, recognizing them to be landscapes Nanako had taken. After getting a closer look, he noticed some of them were paintings of the same landscapes, likely Mimiko’s handiwork. It was touching to see just how dear they were to Geto, he’d expressed it before, and it was obvious seeing them together, but another thing entirely to see it on display like this.

Geto kissed the top of Yuuta’s head before he turned and took a few steps toward his dresser. Searching through it for something.

“Did you want to get more comfortable? What do you normally wear to sleep?” Geto’s question seemed innocent as he asked it. It was a normal question you’d pose to someone sleeping over, Yuuta imagined. Yet Yuuta couldn’t help but feel his cheeks flush at the thought of sleeping with Geto.

Pausing to think, Yuuta was unsure of what to answer, he normally slept in pajama pants but would he even need pants when sleeping with Geto? He didn’t want to sleep nude but would it be better to just wear boxers? What did Geto sleep in?

While Yuuta took more time than should be needed, Geto sat a pair of pajama pants on top of the dresser. It was cute how he could almost hear the gears in Yuuta’s mind trying to formulate the right answer.

“Whatever you prefer will be okay, I’m going to leave this pair here for you if you want them. I’ll be right back,” Geto patted the pants he sat on the dresser before turning again and opening the second door in the room. Yuuta had assumed it was a closet, but was surprised to see a restroom when Geto flicked on the light. It looked like it was only a half bath but Yuuta couldn’t quite be sure.

As Geto closed the door behind him, Yuuta still wasn’t entirely sure what to do. As he heard the sink turn on he started changing his clothes, undressing absentmindedly. The sound of the water reminded him that he did need to pee, hopefully Geto would ask if he needed to go when he got out of the bathroom. Yuuta didn’t like asking and they had fallen into a cycle of Yuuta only going when Geto asked if they were with each other alone.

Geto hadn’t asked in a while though, Yuuta wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if Geto assumed Yuuta had gone at some point in Kyoto. Either way, Yuuta was ready to go.

Stripping down to his boxers, Yuuta made the surprising choice to take them off before putting on the pants Geto sat out for him. He had a feeling more clothing would get in the way of what he wanted to do, but didn’t want to pass up on the chance to wear Geto’s clothing. The pants sat low on his hips, a little too big for him but he didn’t mind. He expected it with the clothes Geto wore regularly.

The sound of the bathroom door opening startled Yuuta a little, not that he wasn’t expecting it. The soft click of the light being turned off as Geto stepped out of the bathroom.

“Do you n-” The words died in Geto’s throat. He hadn’t expected Yuuta to change without taking a turn in the bathroom, and he definitely didn’t expect to find the look of his pants hanging off of the teen so appealing.

Yuuta cocked his head, unsure what was keeping Geto from finishing the sentence he had been waiting for. Was he not supposed to change clothes yet? Had he done something wrong without realizing it?

“Sorry, Yuuta. You didn’t do anything wrong, I just don’t know what I expected. How are you so adorable when you’re just getting ready to sleep?” Geto said, attempting to quell the concerns he saw flashing on Yuuta’s face when he stopped speaking. Taking a few steps forward Geto peeled back the blanket on his bed before crawling in.

Geto held open the blanket, patting the space next to him in bed. There was plenty of room for the two of them on the large bed, but as Yuuta followed Geto’s lead and got under the covers himself, he found he didn’t want to use up all of that space, pressing himself right up against Geto’s bare chest, before shyly inching himself away. Geto covered them with the blanket, laying on his side as Yuuta tried to get comfortable.

Reaching over the teen, Geto turned off the bedside lamp, plunging them into a darkness that was only broken up by the light from Geto’s bedside clock.

Yuuta had thought about a moment like this for a long time, he’d yearned to be able to press himself up against Geto’s body and feel the man’s arms wrap around him. As they lay facing each other in the dark, Yuuta realized that, as nervous as he was, that this was something he’d been craving ever since his crush on Geto developed.

Reaching out, Yuuta’s fingers found Geto’s cheek in the darkness, thumb tracing along Geto’s lips. The teen scooted himself closer, turning onto his side to face Geto fully, their faces only inches apart. Despite having more than enough space on the other side of the bed, the two rested their heads on the same pillow.

“Can I kiss you?” Geto whispered, not wanting to startle Yuuta.

Instead of answering, Yuuta closed the short distance between their lips. The soft press of lips from the kitchen was gone, Yuuta’s kiss open mouthed and eager as his lips met Geto’s. Surprised by Yuuta’s enthusiasm, Geto allowed the teen to take control of the kiss, almost melting against the teen’s tongue in his mouth. He let his hand rest on Yuuta’s hip, thumb rubbing circles against the soft flesh.

Yuuta’s hands were more explorative, instead of pressing himself against Geto’s body, he let his hands roam freely on Geto’s broad chest. It felt different somehow, kissing Geto in the privacy of a bed instead of the stolen kisses they usually shared. Perhaps that’s why Yuuta’s usually timid hands groped at Geto’s pecs, his fingers brushing against the nipples, causing Geto to moan into their kiss.

The sound went straight to Yuuta’s half hard cock, he wanted to make Geto moan more. Teasingly, Yuuta’s fingers began pinching at Geto’s nipples, the sensitive buds hardening the more he rubbed them.

Yuuta’s curious and clumsy movements turned Geto on more than he had expected. It was as if he had just stumbled into exactly what Geto wanted, like this wasn’t the first time he’d been able to explore the man so freely. Geto’s mind was swimming, torn between letting Yuuta’s curious hands lead the way and guiding the teen into what they both wanted. His grip on Yuuta’s hip grew tighter, nails biting into the skin.

The harsh feeling in his hip made Yuuta gasp, it hadn’t hurt, but it had surprised him. With Yuuta’s lips not pressed against his, Geto’s lips trailed kisses down to Yuuta’s neck before gently biting against the skin. He knew better than to leave a mark, but the urge was too strong. Pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to Yuuta’s sensitive neck had a stream of moans flowing from the teen’s lips.

Yuuta couldn’t help but grind his hips against the space between them. Geto’s hand holding him firmly in place. A whine left Yuuta’s lips as he wasn’t able to feel anything against his cock. Geto laughed against Yuuta’s neck, he hadn’t expected Yuuta to be this desperate with just a few kisses.

“Please touch me, Suguru,” Yuuta whimpered as he spoke. He felt like his body was on fire, like the only thing that could help him was Geto touching him. Yuuta’s hands now squeezed Geto’s bicep, as if trying to ground himself. It was too hard to focus on trying to tease his nipples when his neck was being kissed like this.

Geto’s hand slipped off of Yuuta’s hip, running up to his chest. Thumb teasingly circling one of Yuuta’s nipples, fingers more practiced than Yuuta’s clumsy movements. Yuuta wasn’t used to being able to moan, so he still tried to keep his sounds in, it wasn’t working though. With each new touch Yuuta’s voice grew louder. Continuing down Yuuta’s body, Geto’s hand pressed a firm line from his chest to his waist.

Yuuta’s eyes widened as Geto’s hand pressed into his abdomen. He’d been too distracted by pleasure to think about how he never actually got to use the bathroom until the pressure on his bladder made him feel like he was about to burst. He opened his mouth to speak, to say something to Geto about it, but before he could Geto’s hand slipped into his pajama pants to touch him the way he’d asked.

The feeling of Geto’s hand stroking his now fully hard cock made the words disappear from Yuuta’s mouth. Geto wasted no time, loving the way Yuuta shivered against him as he teasingly stroked the head of his cock.

Yuuta was torn, Geto was making him feel so good and this was everything he’d wanted but it was impossible for him to focus on anything other than how badly he needed to pee.

“Bathroom,” Yuuta struggled to speak, but managed to get out one word. Geto’s movements stopped at the word. Hand frozen, still wrapped around Yuuta’s cock, Geto pulled his lips away from Yuuta’s neck.

Geto wasn’t upset, he kicked himself mentally, as he was about to ask Yuuta to use the bathroom before they got in bed. If he hadn’t gotten distracted, it would be better. Though, that wasn’t to say things were ruined. Yuuta had pissed in front of Geto several times, even wetting himself at Geto’s encouragement. It had never happened like this though, interrupting their intimacy instead of starting it. It did give Geto an idea.

“Do you need me to help you?” Geto asked, he wasn’t sure if Yuuta would understand what he meant, but that didn’t matter entirely. He knew Yuuta trusted him and Geto always wanted to make things feel good for the teen. So why not make this feel better while they had the chance too?

Yuuta’s mind was reeling, he wanted too much but it seemed like Geto once again wanted to give him exactly that. The hand on his cock had resumed stroking, but much softer now. Staring into Geto’s eyes, Yuuta felt any shred of embarrassment fall away. The care and want in Geto’s eyes made Yuuta feel more comfortable than he’d ever felt.

“Please,” Yuuta whispered, the word more than enough to set Geto into action. Yuuta whined as Geto’s hand left his cock, but he knew it wouldn’t be for long. Pressing another soft kiss to Yuuta’s lips, Geto moved them both.

Without turning on the light, Geto manhandled Yuuta, picking him up and carrying the teen into the bathroom quickly. Yuuta didn’t have time to consider how small he thought this room was, he was too distracted. He wasn’t entirely sure what Geto was thinking, so Yuuta wasn’t prepared for being stood in front of the toilet.

Geto stood behind him, his large frame acting as if it were made just for Yuuta to prop himself up against. Yuuta could feel Geto’s long hair tickling his shoulders as Geto leaned down to rest his cheek against Yuuta’s. Gently, Geto slid down the too large pants, allowing him to pull Yuuta’s still hard cock from them. One of Geto’s hands wrapped around Yuuta’s cock, the other splayed itself out on his abdomen, holding Yuuta firmly against his chest.

“Look at you, waiting until we were all alone to ask to go. Waiting until I had you under me. You’re so cute, Yuuta, you had no idea what you do to me,” Geto whispered into Yuuta’s ear, tongue tickling the lobe as he teased the teen. The hand on Yuuta’s cock slowly stroked him, all while aiming toward the toilet. This was new territory for both of them, something completely different than any other time Yuuta had pissed in front of Geto.

Yuuta whimpered, Geto’s hand felt so good it was hard to think. Everything about their positions at that moment felt impossible for Yuuta to picture. Of all the things he’d wanted to try, this wasn’t something he could have come up with on his own, but he was loving every moment of the way Geto teased him.

“Do you think you can cum for me before you have to go? You can be a good boy for me and do that, right Yuuta?” Geto asked, knowing it would be hard for Yuuta to hold it much longer. He wouldn’t be upset if it didn’t work, but it would be fun to try and pull a quick orgasm from Yuuta.

Without hesitation Yuuta nodded, he was such an amalgamation of pleasure and emotion in that moment that Yuuta was sure he could do just about anything Geto asked. Especially if Geto asked with his hand wrapped around him like this.

One last press on Yuuta’s bladder before Geto slid his hand up to tease the teen’s nipples. The hand on Yuuta’s cock began stroking him at a quick pace, one that he’d used to get Yuuta off quickly before. It seemed Yuuta liked putting himself in situations where he needed to be rushed, even though for once they had all night.

The pace Geto set was perfect for Yuuta, he was so close already. Being able to feel Geto surrounding him like this, pressed against his back and hands all over him, was a special kind of euphoria for Yuuta. The fingers on his nipple pinched and teased, it sent sparks of pleasure running through his body.

Geto again felt Yuuta shiver in his arms, all the attention so much more than Yuuta was used to. The sounds spilling from Yuuta’s lips made him want to pull even more from him, the soft moans and breathless whimpers making everything more intense for Geto.

A hot trail of open mouthed kisses down Yuuta’s neck brought even more pleasure to the teen. It was as if Geto was trying everything he could to pull a quick orgasm from Yuuta. The kisses continued until Geto’s lips had moved past his neck and onto his shoulder, a spot that would certainly be concealed by his uniform. Biting down, Geto sucked at the skin until he was sure a mark would remain.

Was it stupid to mark him? Perhaps, but Geto didn’t care in that moment.

The pain of Geto’s teeth immediately being soothed by the harsh sucking of his skin stacked on top of everything else Geto was doing, pushed Yuuta over the edge. An obscenely loud moan left Yuuta’s lips as he came all over Geto’s hand, the hot release coating the man’s fingers as he stroked Yuuta through his orgasm.

“You’re so good for me Yuuta, I’m so proud of you,” Geto’s lips made their way back to kiss softly at Yuuta’s neck as he spoke. He was surprised Yuuta was able to hold it in, but he knew Yuuta would be tired after this. Perhaps when they woke up in the morning, they would be able to take their time with each other in bed before they had to return to the school.

Geto’s hand returned to Yuuta’s abdomen, pressing into the spot near Yuuta’s bladder. Finally Geto stopped stroking Yuuta’s cock, allowing the teen a moment to come down from his high. The pressure on his bladder was sudden, Geto not giving him a moment to rest after such an intense orgasm. The hand on Yuuta’s cock remained, holding him firm and aiming him at the toilet.

“Just one more thing Yuuta, let go for me, you can do it,” Geto whispered encouragingly, trying to coax it out of him. He knew praise and soft words meant a lot to Yuuta, in an emotional sense and a sexual one, and Geto had nothing but praise for the teen.

One more sharp press into Yuuta’s bladder and he was spilling again, this time instead of all over Geto’s hand though, it was into the toilet. A soft sigh of relief leaving his lips as he finally was able to piss. Yuuta’s body felt like jelly in Geto’s arms, he was sure he’d be on the floor if Geto wasn’t holding him up so tightly.

Geto kissed Yuuta’s neck, pleased that he was able to bring Yuuta more than one kind of release.

“Good boy Yuuta. Let’s get you cleaned up and get back in bed. Maybe we can try more in the morning, I know you were looking forward to it. Right now I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms,” Geto whispered between kisses to Yuuta’s neck and shoulder. The swelling affection he felt made his heart ache, they had all the time in the world tonight, rest would be good for them both.

#jjk smut #geto suguru #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #geto suguru x yuuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu #okkosugu #yuuta okkotsu

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Sensitive (Kenjaku x Reader)

Kinktober Day 19: Feet. No real warning this time, just my unapologetic love and desire to massage Kenjaku's feet. I have definitely not thought about this in explicit detail. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

The warm water of the natural hot springs felt nice in the autumn air. You were thankful that Kenjaku had brought you here. You weren’t sure how he’d found a place so nice that was so secluded from any foot traffic, but you weren’t one to question things like that. The two of you had been here before, but that was with the curses he was working with. It was nice to have some time alone with him that didn’t directly revolve around the plans you’d been working toward.

It was silent save for the sounds of water bubbling around you, easy to let your mind wander. You imagined it would be a cathartic place to come and relax, enlightening even, but the man next to you was more distracting than he should have been. You hadn’t entirely expected Kenjaku to strip down completely before getting into the water. His clothes folded neatly next to yours on the edge of the water.

You’d followed his lead before getting in, and you had to admit it felt lovely. It was hard to focus on relaxation though with his bare skin brushing up against yours. Though you had the whole open spring to yourselves, he’d chosen to sit directly next to you, the sides of your bodies brushing up against one another.

Closeness wasn’t new for the two of you by any means. Yet somehow, whether it be due to the heat or just your usual desire for him being amplified by your surroundings, you wanted nothing more than to feel him all over you.

Looking over you saw that Kenjaku's eyes were closed, steam from the water making his bangs cling to his forehead. You were glad he wasn’t paying attention, you coveted the rare chance to take all of him in without him teasing you. The way you felt right now, you knew he’d tease you. The urge to drown Kenjaku in affection was overwhelming.

“Playing footsie in the bath? Are you unable to keep your hands off me for even a moment when we’re alone?” Kenjaku asked, his voice breaking through the silence and startling you. Footsie? It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about. You had been subconsciously caressing his ankle and foot with your own, pausing only because he brought it to your attention.

His eyes were still closed, but you noticed a smirk had found its way onto Kenjaku’s lips. It was almost as if he could sense your thoughts in some way, knowing that you’d been thinking about how he teased you. It was obvious he wasn’t truly upset. You weren’t entirely sure how to respond however, since you hadn’t intended to mention how he had been making you feel.

Before you had the chance to speak, Kenjaku’s arms came out of the water, reaching behind himself to grab at the edge of the hot spring. You watched as he used it to pull himself up, lifting himself completely up and out of the water. You had to admit, it was a little confusing in that moment, as he’d never reacted this way to your touch before. Generally any contact between the two of you was welcome unless he was in the middle of something important. Perhaps you really had annoyed him by pulling him from his meditation?

Sitting on the edge of the hot spring, the only part of Kenjaku still in the water was his feet. This moment had been a wonderful break for the two of you, it didn’t feel right to cut it so short. Slowly, you turned to face Kenjaku. Before you fully thought about what you were doing, you wrapped your hands around one of his ankles.

The face Kenjaku made looking down at you was one you loved to see, confusion had spread onto his handsome features. It wasn’t a look you got to see often, but one you did enjoy. Lifting the foot in your hand up to your face, looking down at it an idea popped into your mind about keeping Kenjaku here with you.

Gently you pressed your thumbs into the soles of his feet, his skin soft but it didn’t take an expert to feel some of the knots under the skin. You heard a soft groan leave his lips as you started working at his heel, working through the tough muscle.

His feet were beautiful, unmarred and very clean. You knew Kenjaku appreciated personal hygiene, but it seemed like his vessel had as well. Though with the amount of force you were needing to use on his heel, it wouldn’t surprise you if the vessel had never received a foot massage.

After a few moments of focusing on the tense ball under the skin, you felt it give way. Another groan of approval above you as you worked our way through the tension Kenjaku had built up. As you kneaded the arch of his foot, you focused more on observing his feet. They weren’t too large despite his tall stature, average for a man his height you assumed, you found them strangely pretty.

Leaning forward you pressed a kiss to the ball of his foot, letting your fingers take over giving that spot attention once you moved your lips. Another tense muscle you worked through with your thumbs, watching as his toes curled along with the presses into his skin.

You looked up, surprised to see just how flushed his face had become. More than just the flush the heat had given it before, it seemed he was enjoying this more than you expected. Your goal was just to try and fix whatever relaxation you’d pulled him from, but if this led somewhere else, who were you to stop it.

Kenjaku stared at your hands, watching as your fingers caressed the tops of his feet while your thumbs worked wonders on his soles. Perhaps soaking in the hot water had made his body more sensitive, because it felt like every press into his skin was right onto a nerve that was finally being lavished with attention. Slipping his hand down to palm at his hardening cock, Kenjaku felt too good to ignore his own desires.

You hadn’t noticed he’d moved to touch himself until you shifted your attention to his toes. The moan that you pulled from him louder than you expected for the way you pinched each toe. Glancing up you quickly saw that he’d begun stroking his cock as he watched you. Not quite the reaction you expected, but you wanted to encourage it. Pressing your lips to the arch in his foot you continued massaging his toes. The soft peck turning into your tongue teasingly licking at the soft skin.

Kenjaku jumped at the sensation of your tongue, the tickling feeling unexpected. You giggled to yourself at his reaction, watching as he gripped his cock harder in response.

Slowly you let his foot down, dropping it back beneath the surface of the water before pulling the other one up to your face. It was just as beautiful as the one before, soft and unmarred. As you let your thumbs begin working into the heel like you previously had, you wanted to see just how much attention he liked.

You’d massaged Kenjaku’s feet before, but that was a less sensitive vessel it seemed. The body of Geto Suguru was always a very reactive one.

Without taking your eyes off his own, you wrapped your lips around his big toe. Sucking at it, you treated it as if it were the head of his cock while still massaging the tense sole under your chin.

Another moan came from his now open and panting mouth. Eyes flitting down for a moment you noticed the hand on his cock was now focusing on rubbing the head, trying to emulate what you were doing it seemed. Your tongue teased the skin, circling the toe in your mouth.

You moved to press soft, open mouthed kisses to his other toes as your thumbs slid up and began working on the tension in his arch. Kenjaku’s eyes looked unfocused as you looked back up at his face. He was watching you still, but you couldn’t quite tell what he was looking at. That didn’t matter you supposed, it was clear just how much pleasure he was getting just from your massage.

As you continued to massage, a particularly tense ball of muscle in his foot needed more attention. You pressed into it harder, causing the muscle to give way under your thumb. The obscene moan that reached your ears was unexpected, it was a sound you normally pulled from Kenjaku when you fucked him, perhaps he was just really enjoying being at your mercy unexpectedly.

When your thumbs moved up to massage below his toes, you let yourself kiss down to the arch in his foot. Soft, open mouthed kisses pressing into the skin as you tried to take the last of his tension away. You couldn't watch due to the angle, but you could hear just how fast his hand was moving on his cock. Kenjaku had to be close, the pace matching someone trying to push themself over the edge.

You felt the muscle you were focusing on give way beneath your diligent hands. It seemed that was all Kenjaku needed, as you watched his hot release spill out, seeping through his fingers as he continued to stroke himself through his orgasm. While you hadn’t intended to get him off, you did love watching him come apart due to your ministrations.

As Kenjaku came down from his unexpected orgasm, you finished your massage, making sure each of his toes was free of tension. If his vessel was this sensitive to a foot massage, you were curious how reactive he’d be to a full body massage. That was a thought for another day, however.

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kenjakusbrainstem · 6 months

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Discipline (Kenjaku x Yuuji Itadori)

Contains: Incest, spanking, improper use of techniques, dubious consent, and immobility.

Kinktober day 18: Spanking. In like, some way its a sequel to Like Father, Like Son. I just really like the idea of Kenjaku misusing that strange, not fully explained place between dream and reality ability thing. Crossposted to Ao3 and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or rb if you like or if you think I've crossed some sort of strange line! <3

The ceiling of his room at the school was familiar but not comforting as Yuuji laid in bed. The last time he’d slept here was only a couple weeks ago, but so much had changed after Shibuya. He’d lost so much more than he could have anticipated, Yuuji had never felt more hopeless. The sight of Megumi so obviously under the control of Sukuna, something that was supposed to be his burden to carry… It was something Yuuji couldn’t shake from his mind.

He’d been laying down for a couple hours, everyone insisting that he needed it. The amount of blood he lost while fighting Sukuna had been substantial and he needed time to recover. Sleep had been scratching at the corner of his mind for a while, but for some reason he was afraid of it. He’d always found comfort in the solace of sleep as a child, yet more recently it was something he struggled with, the nightmares from the things he’d seen too much at times.

Eventually, sleep did overtake Yuuji. Though unfortunately for him, tonight he was right to have a bad feeling about drifting off.

The feeling of a hand on his chest is what brought Yuuji to consciousness. Upon opening his eyes, he noticed how strange the room felt. It was dark, but he could still see everything clearly. He didn’t have time to focus on the lighting or the way that his alarm clock displayed an impossible time, he was transfixed by the person sitting on his bed.

It wasn’t the first time he’d dreamt of Kenjaku, the man often appearing in his post-Shibuya nightmares. Though this didn’t feel like a nightmare. The familiarity of the situation was like a voice screaming inside of Yuuji’s head, urging him to remember that this wasn’t the first time he’d woken up to this.

“You won’t even greet me? That isn’t any way to treat your loving mother,” Kenjaku’s soft voice chided him. A hazy set of memories drifted into Yuuji’s mind. This had happened before, Kenjaku had spoken to him like this. Invading his dreams to whisper strange things into his mind, things Yuuji now knew he would have no way of remembering during his waking hours.

Yuuji was unable to speak, as he always was whenever these began. Somehow the longer these dreamlike sequences lasted, the more autonomy he gained. It was almost as if Kenjaku’s abilities were waning in some way, if this was some kind of technique that is. Yuuji would never dream up this on his own, he thought. It had to be Kenjaku’s doing.

His eyes moved, fully taking in the view of the man sitting next to him. Kenjaku looked different, his hair wasn’t in the tight bun it normally was, allowing the dark hair to flow down his back. The robes Yuuji so often seen him wear had been traded out for a different set of robes, less ornate, more like the ones you’d wear at an onsen.

Kenjaku chuckled to himself, staring back at Yuuji with a strange gleam in his eye. Yuuji had never felt more like an animal of prey than when Kenjaku stared at him like this.

“It’s okay, you’ve been through a lot in the last couple of days. How does it feel to be free of Sukuna?” Kenjaku asked, the casual concern in his voice making Yuuji’s head cramp. Connecting the two, evil sorcerer Kenjaku and the guise of a concerned mother, never fit right in these moments. It felt out of place for Kenjaku to care about him.

Yet, Kenjaku was the first person to be more concerned about how he felt than what had happened to Megumi.

A wave of disgust washed over Yuuji at the thought that had entered his mind. Even he was more concerned with Megumi’s fate than his own. So why did it move him that Kenjaku seemed to care? It was obviously some form of manipulation to take something from him. Or was it? Kenjaku had to know that these moments never appeared in Yuuji’s waking hours.

“Strange, like I’ve lost something,” Yuuji found his voice, answering honestly. His voice surprised even himself. Part of him wished it was a lie, regardless of where Sukuna went, being without the Kink of Curses sharing his body should have been nothing short of a relief for Yuuji.

Kenjaku nodded, as if he understood the plight his son faced. The hand that had been resting on Yuuji’s chest had begun moving in soothing circles. Had it not been for the blanket, Kenjaku would have been rubbing against the scar Sukuna had left from ripping his heart out. It was strangely calming to the teen, as if the gesture was truly meant to comfort him in some way.

“You were meant to be the perfect vessel, of course you feel like something is gone when you aren’t fulfilling that role. I’m almost tempted to take you for myself just to give you comfort,” Kenjaku’s soft words made Yuuji’s anxiety spike. He was sure that was the opposite of what Kenjaku intended, but it was hard to feel comfort at the idea of another person inside his body again.

Another small laugh left Kenjaku’s lips, as if seeing a vague discomfort on Yuuji brought him some kind of pleasure. Ironic considering how comforting his gestures had been so far.

Unbeknownst to Yuuji, an idea had popped into Kenjaku’s mind at that moment. He had meant for this to be just a little moment to gauge how the teen felt. The idea of taking him as a vessel not entirely off the table if he truly had found a way to take some of Sukuna’s power as his own. Kenjaku couldn’t help that the time he spent with Yuuji like this usually allowed him to act upon the stranger thoughts in his mind.

Kenjaku was never one to deny himself an opportunity.

Without allowing Yuuji a chance to reply, Kenjaku moved quickly. Scooping Yuuji up into his arms as he scooted further back on the bed. Yuuji was too large to be cradled, but that didn’t stop Kenjaku from sitting the teen on his lap.

As Yuuji was moved, he felt more panic fill his body. An attempt to move his limbs once again found that he could barely even move his head let alone a limb or his whole body. His head rested on Kenjaku’s shoulder, while Kenjaku held him against his chest like he was holding a newborn.

“It’s been so long since I held you like this, do you remember those times, Yuuji? You always loved to be held like this, since it was usually time for you to feed. It always surprised me how eager you were to drink from me,” Kenjaku’s voice had turned from one of concern to one that Yuuji couldn’t quite place. He had no idea what Kenjaku was talking about, his memories of his mother restricted to a dark haired woman with stitches looking down at him. He supposed that wasn’t too different from how he found himself now.

Again, Yuuji was made more uncomfortable by the fact that he felt at ease in Kenjaku’s arms. He was torn between fighting to get away and closing his eyes to rest in arms that seemed to care for him. The most Yuuji could make himself do was shake his head in response to Kenjaku’s question. His childhood memories were fragmented, though he doubted he wanted to remember much of it anyway.

“You were such a good baby, you had the temperament of your father. There were only a few times you needed discipline, a good spanking always set you straight…” Kenjaku’s voice trailed off, as if he’d unlocked a memory of his own.

The hand that wasn’t holding Yuuji to his chest reached out to cup Yuuji’s cheek, guiding his face up to meet Kenjaku’s. The kiss Kenjaku pressed against Yuuji’s lips was soft and warm, just the briefest press of lips. A warmth washed over Yuuji as he tried to fight the comfort that was seeping into his body.

Pulling back slightly, Kenjaku’s soft smile had warped into a smirk as he gazed down upon the teen in his arms.

“Maybe some discipline would do you good. You were created to be a vessel, and look at you now,” Kenjaku’s smirk widened as he spoke. Yuuji could feel his eyes widen at the odd words, he wasn’t sure what Kenjaku was talking about, it wasn’t like it was his fault Sukuna had left his body. Discipline would do nothing, nothing but satisfy whatever strange thought had appeared in Kenjaku’s mind.

Kenjaku pressed a soft kiss to Yuuji’s forehead before flipping the teen over in his arms. The movement was clumsy, with Yuuji’s face smacking against the blankets Kenjaku had pulled off of him. Roughly, Kenjaku’s hands went to Yuuji’s waistband, pulling his sleep pants down just enough to expose his ass.

Yuuji gasped, shocked enough at the movement to react, but still unable to do little more than that. Yuuji was unsure what startled him more, the sudden movement or the fact that he was now exposed, feeling his flaccid cock brushing up against the soft robes that covered Kenjaku’s thighs.

The feeling of Kenjaku’s large hand resting on his bare ass made Yuuji feel strange. It was like a mix of disgust and arousal swimming inside of him, he wasn’t sure how he managed to find himself here, again at the will of his strange mother.

Kenjaku’s hand kneaded the plush flesh of Yuuji’s ass. The gesture earned another gasp from the teen. That wasn’t his goal, however. Pulling his hand back, Kenjaku quickly slapped Yuuji’s ass. The sound of his hand on the tender skin was almost as nice as the surprised noise that left Yuuji’s throat.

Without hesitation, Kenjaku continued, one smack following another as he brought his hand down on Yuuji’s ass. Yuuji may not have had much control over his body, but with each harsh smack against his skin a tremor wracked his body. He never thought he would find himself in a situation quite like this one. At the mercy of the man they’d been trying to stop, at the hands of his mother.

It wasn’t like Kenjaku to get carried away, especially in matters of the flesh, but the way Yuuji’s plush ass jiggled after each spank made it impossible to look away.

After several blows to each cheek, Kenjaku’s hand began to rub soothing circles into the reddening skin. With each pass of his hand across Yuuji’s ass, Kenjaku’s fingers dipped further down. The tips of his fingers brushing against Yuuji’s perineum, pulling a strained moan from him. Unlike the pained gasps that had left his lips before, this sound intrigued Kenjaku.

“This is supposed to be discipline, Yuuji, are you enjoying it? Maybe you take more after me than I thought,” Kenjaku teased as he kneaded the flesh of Yuuji’s ass again.

Yuuji’s mind was swimming, even though he knew he would wake up from this soon, he couldn’t help but get lost in the way it felt to have Kenjaku spank him. Every time Kenjaku’s hand made contact with his ass it was like a shock of lustful heat through his body. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Another round of harsh smacks fell upon Yuuji’s ass, he could hear a small giggle coming from Kenjaku over the sounds the spanking made. Yuuji could feel himself growing hard, cock pressing into Kenjaku’s thighs with each smack. There was no way Kenjaku didn’t notice it, Yuuji thought to himself. In fact, the more Yuuji paid attention, he swore he could feel Kenjaku’s own cock pressing up against his side.

As the violent attention to his ass continued, Yuuji began to notice another sound mixed in with the smacks and strained noises from his throat. A banging noise, muffled and far away. As soon as he noticed it however, it was hard to notice anything else. The sound grew louder until Yuuji recognized what it was.

Knocking.

Blinking at the realization, everything around Yuuji seemed to stop. The body that had felt so warm against his moments ago was now gone, replaced by blankets that he could feel his exposed erection rubbing up against. He was still in the same position, ass up and in the air.

Confusion filled Yuuji’s mind. What on earth was he doing? How had his sleep been so fitful as to end up with his head at the foot of his bed? And why was he exposed? Nothing made sense to him, a harsh pain throbbed in his mind as he tried to recall just what he was dreaming about moments before.

The knocking continued, only now Yuuji could make out the sound of Ijichi on the other side, asking if he was okay.

At this point, Yuuji didn’t know if he would ever be okay.

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Say Yes (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

Contains: Fingering, fisting, Gojo being a tease, cunnilingus.

Kinktober day 17: Fisting! Hey do y'all remember when someone did simp math to see how big Gojo's hands were and they ended up figuring that his fingers were like 6 inches long? I think about that a lot. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name, shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or rb if you enjoyed or if you think his hands are too big.

Satoru always loved how willing you were to go along with his suggestions in bed. Not only were you compatible, having the same desires as him, but you also were more than eager to try new things. Normally, the two of you would talk it out first. He’d bring something up in a suggestive text or even something unfathomably lewd while you were out at dinner.

Tonight was different, tonight Satoru waited until he was slipping his long fingers inside of your pussy to suggest something. Maybe he was a little drunk, as the sweet strawberry dessert wine you’d brought home had warmed you both up. Satoru didn’t drink often, but his love of sweets and love of you had him wetting his lips with a glass or two. He kissed you as he pressed two fingers into your tight heat.

“I really want to try stretching that sweet pussy of yours tonight, please will you let me?” Satoru whispered against your lips. You already felt like too much of a mess leaking all over him, not to mention the way his fingers slid in so easily. He’d mentioned it before, you thought, wanting to see how far he could stretch you. It was so hard to recall anything with his long fingers crooking just right inside of you.

You nodded, staring up into his bright eyes as he smirked down at you. It was something you’d been hesitant on before, nervous about being pushed to your limits. Satoru would take care of you, you knew that. That didn’t mean you weren’t self conscious. Perhaps the wine had a hand in making you more open to his suggestions.

The feeling of him scissoring two fingers in your pussy made your eyes widen, moan dying against his lips as he kissed you again. Satoru always insisted on taking his time with you, he loved how much of a mess he could make you before he fucked some sense back into you.

“Can you say yes for me? I wanna hear how much you want me,” Satoru said as his lips left yours, moving down to kiss your neck. You weren’t surprised, he never let you stay quiet when you were intimate. Satoru loved to hear every little sound he could pull from you.

You gasped as he slipped a third finger into your pussy, it felt good, almost as good as his cock. It was hard to try and speak when he fingered you like this, even harder when he sucked at your neck like you were one of his favorite sweets. Satoru always did this to you, asking you to answer him and then making it so hard for you to speak.

“Yes please~!,” You said, managing to get out a few words before your voice cracked in pleasure. His nimble fingers pumped in and out of you, stretching you only a little more than his cock normally did.

Satoru’s laugh tickled your throat as he pushed his long fingers further inside of you. He normally didn’t finger you with more than two, it was all he needed to get you ready anyway. So the stretch of three felt like just enough, if he continued like this it wouldn’t be long until you were squirting all over him.

You felt the ridges of his knuckles brushing up against your entrance as he pressed his fingers as far as they could go. Now that his mouth was on your neck, you were free to moan as much as he could make you. Small sounds that went straight to his cock fell from your lips as he continued focusing all of his attention on your pussy.

A whine escaped your throat as his lips left your neck, you were too spoiled by his constant affection that the moment his lips weren’t on you it felt like something was missing.

Satoru’s lips didn’t stay gone for long though, they kissed a wet line down the center of your body, through the valley of your breasts and onto your stomach. He didn’t stop there, continuing on down the line until he was faced with your soaked pussy. His tongue dipped into your folds to circle your clit.

Your moan caught in your throat, a choking sound replacing it. As he started to tease you with his tongue, you felt him slip a fourth finger inside of you. It didn’t hurt, he made sure of that by easing it in slowly, but it did make you feel full. The press of his fingers against your walls was almost too much.

Satoru continued flicking your clit with his tongue, as if he were trying to distract you from the intense feeling of being filled so completely. You could feel your pussy clenching around his fingers, you weren’t sure whether you wanted to pull them in further or push them out. It felt good, the way they twisted and turned inside of you. Rubbing up against your spot, massaging your walls. It’s almost like he was still stretching you.

“This isn’t too much is it? You’re stronger than that right?” Satoru said teasingly. He knew how to push your buttons with words, as if he wasn’t pushing all of your buttons right now by filling you like this.

You tried to answer him, knowing there was a chance he’d stop touching you if you didn’t respond. It was so hard though, you felt so much more overwhelmed than you usually did. His fingers were always so gentle, even buried inside of you it was like you were an instrument he’d spent years perfecting.

“I can, take it!” The words stumbled out of your mouth in incomplete sentences. It was hard enough to think, let alone form sentences. Like his fingers had taken each of your thoughts and tangled them all up in a web of pleasure.

Satoru’s lips returned to your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth. You could feel your thighs shaking, trying not to squeeze his head between them. It felt too good, he was always so good with his tongue, but paired with the way his fingers filled you up you thought you were on the edge of orgasm already.

You felt his fingers start to pull out of you, but just when you started to whine for him to come back, you felt his thumb slipping in alongside them. Your eyes snapping open, you didn’t remember shutting them but at some point you must have. Looking down you saw him, bright eyes staring up at you mischievously. You were transfixed by his eyes, unable to look away as you felt his hand close, turning into a fist before pressing further into your pussy.

It took all of your remaining focus to not slam your legs together and force him away. Somehow, he had worked you open so well that it didn’t hurt, instead feeling like it's where his hand belonged.

Satoru was gentle, thrusting his fist in and out slowly so as to not hurt you. You could feel his knuckles rubbing against your sensitive walls, even rubbing up against your spot. Everything felt so much more intense with his hand inside of you like this.

You knew Satoru had long fingers, his hands were large. So to have his whole hand inside of you made your head spin, you were unable to wrap your head around the thought. Fortunately for you, you didn’t need to think while he played with your pussy. Satoru hadn’t stopped teasing your clit and that paired with the hot stretch inside of you was finally too much for you.

With a loud moan you hit your peak, juices flowing out and leaking around Satoru’s fist and down his wrist. He kept moving, slowly thrusting in and out of you while you ground down on the large hand fully inside of you. You rode out your orgasm as it tore through your body, making you feel like little more than putty in his hands.

Satoru kissed your clit before pulling away to watch his own ministrations. The sight of his whole hand inside of you amazed him, he hadn’t entirely thought you’d be able to take it, even if he was gentle. He was glad to see it payed off, and couldn’t wait to try it again, hoping you’d last longer next time.

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kenjakusbrainstem · 6 months

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Too Much (Kenjaku x Reader x Mahito)

Contains: Double penetration in one hole, manhandling, cunnilingus, m/f/m threesome.

Hello! Day 16 of Kinktober: Double penetration in one hole! This was fun as I just love writing Kenjaku and Mahito together. No real thoughts on this one other than how nice it was to write them having a consensual threeway for once! Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain! Comment or rb if you like <3

Over the decades of devotedly following Kenjaku, you’d met a lot of eccentric people. From strange sorcerers, to power hungry humans, you really felt like there was no way anything could surprise you anymore. However, with Kenjaku’s curiosity and love for chaos, he always managed to keep you on your toes.

His latest group was no exception, though they did treat you a little differently. While Kenjaku was playing the role of Suguru Geto, you found yourself in a role not too far from your true identity: a devout follower, someone that would do any and everything they were told. While you had more autonomy than that, it did amuse you to be so open about your dedication. To the group of curses he was working with, you were sure they thought of you as some mindless curse user, regardless of how much work you did for their cause.

The only one that seemed interested in you was Mahito, ironically the one parading as a human. You felt that he understood you in some way, the same way Kenjaku did. While you never explained too much about your technique or identity to the curse, his curiosity showed you that he saw through your mindless devotee mask. Though you did choose to humor him on the occasion you saw each other, Mahito’s near ignorance was integral to Kenjaku’s plan.

You never minded helping either of them though, so when Kenjaku approached you with an odd proposition, you were inclined to agree. His interest in breeding and creating ideal offspring to be vessels had waned over the years, but you knew how much fun he had when experimenting. You’d aided him when he inhabited the body of Noritoshi Kamo, so you were intimately aware of what he was capable of. You weren’t sure how much of this proposal was about procreation, or if he was genuinely interested in exposing Mahito to new human experiences.

Kenjaku had asked you to aid him in teaching Mahito about sex. You knew he’d fucked the curse before, so it wasn’t too far fetched for him to include you. Something about being able to get the full experience, he’d said. Apparently it was harder for him to properly guide Mahito when he was buried inside the curse, which made sense to you. The vessel he currently inhabited was more sensitive than others he’d used.

That was how you ended up in your current situation, fully nude on Kenjaku’s bed with Mahito in between your thighs. The curse’s tongue was something you’d never experienced in all your years. It had split in two and was lazily pumping inside of you while circling your clit at the same time. You convulsed in pleasure, not expecting to feel so much from a curse that needed to be taught.

The only thing grounding you was the body pressed up against you. Kenjaku lay at your side, head resting on your chest as his hand was in Mahito’s hair, making sure the curse kept up the pace and didn’t stop until you were ready. The way Mahito’s tongue wrapped around your clit, flicking at the sensitive bud made your thighs quiver.

“Make sure she’s ready to take you, Mahito. I showed you just how important stretching is, now give her the same courtesy I gave you,” Kenjaku ordered, his voice gentle as he pressed Mahito’s face against your pussy. You knew Kenjaku wasn’t speaking to you but you still felt the need to do as he said, there was just something about his tone that made you want to please him.

Shifting your hips, you ground your pussy into Mahito’s face, his tongue pressing deeper inside of you with each thrust. As if he too wanted to do what Kenjaku said, you felt the tongue inside you become thicker, pressing against your walls instead of teasing them. Before you knew it, Mahito’s tongue was almost too big to fit inside of you.

Each thrust of his tongue made you feel impossibly full, it was more than you’d ever had inside of you at once before. You could feel how wet you were, a mix of your juices and Mahito’s saliva coating your thighs. It was hard to tell because of how wet you were, but you hadn’t even hit your peak yet. The curse was making you feel so good, but it just hadn’t been enough to push you over the edge.

Mahito’s tongue increased in pace, fucking inside of you just a little faster. The speed change made you clench around his tongue, he was so close to getting you off you could almost taste it.

Suddenly, the fullness was gone along with the hot tongue wrapped around your clit. You whined, clenching your aching pussy around nothing. Opening your eyes you noticed Kenjaku wasn’t at your side anymore either, he had pulled Mahito up and was kissing him feverishly. You were accustomed to Kenjaku’s more eager, violent kisses, but it was more than arousing to watch him suck your juices off of Mahito’s tongue.

Mahito’s eyes rolled back as Kenjaku held him by the hair still, forcing his head back in a deep kiss. You enjoyed the view, being able to watch Kenjaku take control of someone like this, watching his body and tongue move when you knew how they felt made you want him even more.

“Switch places with her Mahito, I think I know just what you both need,” Kenjaku said, his suggestive voice adding even more fuel to the lustful fire inside of you. You watched as he let go of Mahito, reaching out to you.

You grasped at his hand with both of yours, allowing him to help you pull yourself up. Forgetting Mahito’s presence for a moment, you pressed your face into Kenjaku’s broad chest, loving the feeling of your bare skin pressed together. He places a soft kiss to the top of your head before he turned you around, your back pressing against his torso.

Looking down at the patchwork curse’s nude body, you had to admit he was the most attractive looking curse you’d ever seen. His features were similar to Kenjaku’s but body was much more lithe than sturdily built. His cock was hard and leaking against his pelvis, not too big to intimidate you. Though knowing he could manipulate his body at will did make you a little nervous.

Kenjaku’s hands went to your hips, urging you forward. You followed his lead, putting your knees on either side of the curse’s hips. When you were in position on top of Mahito, you felt Kenjaku’s hand on your back, pushing you down onto the curse. Leaning forward you felt Kenjaku’s hand slip in between your bodies, grabbing Mahito’s cock and rubbing the tip up against your entrance.

You moaned, unable to keep your sounds in any longer as you felt Kenjaku press the head of Mahito’s cock inside of you. Kenjaku’s hands moved out from between you and grabbed your hips, pushing you down and forcing the curse’s cock inside of you. You watched Mahito’s face contort in pleasure as he throbbed inside of you. According to Kenjaku, he’d not let Mahito fuck him yet, only sucked him off, so this was likely the first time he’d been buried inside someone else.

A little more manhandling from Kenjaku and you were full of Mahito’s cock, he pulled you up, your back flush with his chest once more. Kenjaku’s hands didn’t leave your hips, he wanted full control over both of you and it seemed you were both eager to give it to him.

As Kenjaku started to bounce you on Mahito’s cock, you let yourself get lost in the way he felt inside of you. Mahito was average size, so you wondered why Kenjaku had been so insistent on stretching, but you were barely able to even think about that with the way he moved your body. Being on top was always fun to you, but now it felt so good, Mahito’s cock bumping into your spot with ease as Kenjaku controlled the pace.

Mahito’s hands reached out, sliding up your body and grabbing onto your breasts as they bounced in front of them. He squeezed the flesh harshly, making your pussy squeeze around him. It was like he wanted to touch you, but didn’t know what to do exactly, the curse’s inexperience showing.

Kenjaku slowly bent your body forward, your sensitive breasts rubbing up against Mahito’s chest with every bounce of your hips. You were now face to face with the curse, both of you moaning messes. With your open mouths so close, you couldn’t help but kiss Mahito. The kisses were sloppy and both of you moaned into each other's mouths, pleasure too much to keep inside.

Trailing kisses down your spine, Kenjaku sat himself upright, leaving you to focus on kissing Mahito for a moment while he got into position. The whole point to this, the guise of teaching Mahito how to properly fuck someone, was so that he could enjoy you both together. You likely would have agreed even without that, but it was fun for him to have another layer of motivation.

One of his hands left your hip, the other continuing to guide you up and down Mahito’s cock. You wondered what he was doing, but it didn’t take long for you to figure out. Kenjaku’s movements paused, the hand that was bouncing you was now holding you both still with Mahito still buried inside of you.

Before you had a chance to ask what he was doing, you felt the head of his cock prodding up against your entrance alongside Mahito’s. Your eyes snapped open, lips still pressed up against Mahito’s so you were unable to speak. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Kenjaku, you were just worried Mahito hadn’t stretched you enough.

“Both of you hold still. It’s my turn to join the fun now,” Kenjaku said, voice an almost whisper as he tried to press the head of his cock into your already full pussy. If Mahito was average, Kenjaku’s cock was large, his vessel was more well endowed than nearly all of the ones you’d been intimate with in the past.

It wasn’t long before his insistent rubbing against your wet entrance allowed the head of his cock to slip inside. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, it burned but didn’t exactly hurt. The feeling was indescribable, you could feel your pussy clenching around them but tried to relax your muscles. You knew it would be harder for Kenjaku to fuck you like this if your pussy was trying to push him out.

Kenjaku’s hands both returned to your hips, thumbs massaging circles into your flesh as he slowly pressed further into you. Your kiss with Mahito had turned into you trying to focus on breathing while he kissed around your lips, tongue cleaning up evidence of the sloppy kiss you’d shared. His little moans told you that he was also enjoying the way Kenjaku’s cock felt beside his.

Once Kenjaku was fully inside of you, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out, the stretch and feeling of his cock so much further inside of you than Mahito’s made your legs tremble.

“You’re so tight like this, it shouldn’t take long now just hold on,” Kenjaku said, voice barely composed as he slowly started thrusting in and out of you. Being so full, you felt so much more. Each thrust, no matter how slow you could feel every vein, every twitch of Kenjaku’s cock inside of you.

Even Mahito’s cock felt like too much, Kenjaku’s cock forcing it to stay pressed up against your spot. With every one of Kenjaku’s thrusts it rubbed up against it and filled you with even more pleasure.

After a few thrusts, Kenjaku picked up the pace and began to fuck into you in earnest. You hadn’t known it was possible to feel this full, or that it could feel this good to have your pussy stuffed with two different cocks. The sounds leaving your mouth were pitiful, each thrust left you whining, only able to stop moaning when Mahito’s tongue entered your mouth. The curse kept trying to kiss you, as if he was unsure what to do with himself.

You could see that he was enjoying this too, his moans blending in with your own to make a lewd chorus of praise for the way Kenjaku used you both. The only other sound you could register was the slick squelching noise of Kenjaku fucking into you. It was almost embarrassing to know that such a sound was coming from you, but you were far too lost in pleasure to care about that.

Kenjaku’s fingers moved to spread you open more, making it so he could look down and watch his cock disappear into your messy pussy. You felt so tight even though you had never been more open for him. The sight made him pump his cock into you faster, harder than he had been. The gentle edge to his thrusts gone as he fucked into you, chasing his own pleasure.

It was too much for you, from the stretch of the cocks inside you, to Kenjaku’s rough thrusting, even Mahito’s insistent sloppy kisses were pushing you over the edge. You felt yourself release, pussy spasming around the cocks inside of you. The intensity of your orgasm was so much more than you had expected, you weren’t sure if you had blacked out for a moment or if your eyes had rolled back into your head too far. Everything around you felt dizzying.

At the feeling of your pussy spasming, Mahito also was forced over the edge. His cock throbbing as he spilled inside of you. The pleasure being too much for him, he bit down on your lip, adding the taste of blood to your kiss.

Through both of your orgasms Kenjaku just kept thrusting, it was hard for him to not get off immediately when your pussy was trying to milk him dry with each twitch of its walls. He was close though, leaning down he rested his forehead on your back, body bending at a strange angle to give him more leverage. Fucking into you as hard as he could, not caring about keeping rhythm or how violent his thrusts were.

It was easier for him to move inside of you with Mahito’s cock now soft, each thrust felt different than the last and that was what finally pushed Kenjaku to join you both in bliss. Pressing in as deep as he could, Kenjaku emptied himself, hot release filling you up. You could even feel it leaking out around his cock.

The three of you stayed like that for a moment, Kenjaku being the first to move when Mahito started whining about being sensitive. After he pulled himself out of you, he lifted you up off of the curse’s cock. You’d hoped he was going to let you rest but when your back hit the mattress you felt him lift your trembling legs into the air.

Kenjaku kissed at your thighs, not caring that Mahito was watching the strange display of affection. Gently, he spread your folds open to look at the effect he’d had on your pussy. It was puffy and leaking, you wanted to close your legs at the thought of him looking into your gaping entrance. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, pulling a high pitched whine from your throat.

“You did so good, once you rest a little more we can show Mahito even more fun he could have,” Kenjaku said, grinning up at you like he had more in mind. His words were teasing and threatening at the same time. You were, as always, excited and aroused at what he meant.

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Defenseless (Mahito x Reader)

Contains: Rape, body horror, multiple limbs, Mahito's hand cock (as mentioned in my other fics).

Hello! Day 15 of Kinktober: Noncon. For the amount of Mahito dub/noncon that I do write, this was kinda difficult. I tried to make sure it was different than the other Mahito stuff I've done, don't want things to seem too samey. I wanted to try something new, which is why I took a scene with my oc and changed it. Hopefully it still reads well despite being plucked out of that plot. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or rb if you have any thoughts or want to hear more about my AU, perhaps I'll post some of it after kinktober.

The school was supposed to be a safe place, one where there were plenty of people around to keep students safe. Especially at a Goodwill Event, when the teachers from multiple schools were there on the same campus. This year's Goodwill Event had been a disaster thus far. You’d gotten separated from your classmates and decided to simply search for low level cursed spirits to exorcise when the strange veil lowered.

Despite the supposed safety, you knew something was wrong when you attempted to reach out to your classmates via cellphone but were unable. With Yuuta overseas you normally paired up with Inumaki, your technique’s meshing fairly well. It was helpful to nearly any sorcerer to be paired with you though, as your ability was to use reversed cursed technique on others. Your weapon proficiency didn’t usually matter, but since this was supposed to be a friendly battle, you only had your wits and two daggers you weren’t fully comfortable with to protect yourself.

While you were confident in your ability to exorcise some low level curses, the uncertainty of what was going on had you on edge.

Slowly you crept toward a part of the campus people rarely went to, you neared the path to the Tomb of the Star Corridor, assuming that there would be some form of guard there. As you made it to the edge of the wooded area near the stairs, you were shocked to find the end of the barrier. It seemed whatever was going on had nothing to do with Tengen.

It made sense to you that whatever the strange barrier was, that is where the trouble had to be. It wouldn’t hurt to hide or at least find someone of authority to alert.

You met surprisingly little resistance as you burst through the veil, heading over toward the only building you could see. If you remembered correctly, it was a warehouse that the school used to store cursed objects. Looking around, you didn’t see any guards, so you slowly approached the building before slipping in through the door quietly.

Inside wasn’t what you expected to see, two horribly transfigured humans laid on the floor of the storage room. You froze, hands immediately flying to your daggers as you looked around. It seemed like it was just you and the transfigured humans. Remembering the work of the Patchwork curse, you were on edge.

Kneeling next to one of the bodies, you attempted to use your technique to assist them in some way. Focusing all of your energy into the palms of your hands, you attempted to restore the assistant that was still moving. Unexpectedly, right before your eyes you watched as the assistant slowly morphed back, his skin returning to a normal shade. You checked the pulse and to your surprise it was faint.

This changed things, unfortunately you felt drained, not expecting to exert that much energy. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to get the assistant back to your teachers soon.

“Oh what do we have here? Did you do this?” A playful voice filled the room. You looked up, shocked to hear another person when you could have swore the room was empty moments ago.

There was no doubt in your mind who it was when he stepped closer, stitches visible on his face, barely obscured by his long blue hair. The curse had an excited look on his face, like he’d just discovered a new toy to play with. As you both looked at the man that used to be transfigured in front of you, you thought to yourself that this was the only time you would have rather been too late to save someone.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, standing upright. Your hands gripped your daggers but with the energy you just used, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted. Still you weren’t going to back down, that wasn’t what a sorcerer would do.

The curse laughed, taking a step toward you. You couldn’t help but step back, but you miscalculated, tripping over the other transfigured human on the ground and stumbling onto your back. The move was a grave mistake, you felt yourself getting dizzy as your head cracked against the floor.

“You managed to change one of my toys back! That’s so strange, if you came with me I wouldn’t have to worry about them breaking so easily. Say, doesn’t that sound fun?” The curse sounded much more excitable than you expected. You hadn’t expected him to speak with the enthusiasm of a child.

The dizziness in your head made it hard to fully comprehend what he was talking about. When he said toys did he mean the assistants? Confusion mixed with fear in your mind to create panic, though your hands gripped your weapons tightly even on the ground, you were somehow less confident than normal in your ability to protect yourself.

You didn’t have the chance to find your voice, because he was on top of you in a flash. The curse was much faster than you had expected. He didn’t touch you immediately, instead choosing to cage you in. For some reason this scared you more, knowing enough about him to know that his abilities functioned through touch. What could he have planned if not killing you right away.

“I’m not allowed to kill any students, but if I hit you hard enough you should forget most of this,” His words didn’t match the tone he was using. The curse sounded like he was discussing a fun pass time he was unable to partake in, not murder. Even though he hadn’t said much, you didn’t want to listen any longer. The pain in your head was already making your head throb, something about trying to understand the curse just made it throb worse.

You held up your weapons, ready to strike if he moved any closer. Or you thought you were. Before you knew it your hands were empty, daggers ripped from them by a limb protruding from his back that you somehow hadn’t noticed until it was too late.

“Now since you can negate my abilities on others, I wonder what you can do to yourself,” The curse thought aloud, hands reaching for your face. You quickly moved your arms up to protect yourself, not that you could do much.

As you felt his hands grasp your forearms, you knew you needed to act quickly. Your skin felt like it was boiling hot where his hands touched, as if the skin could slough off onto the ground or be reshaped like playdoh. Though you were exhausted, you pushed all of your remaining energy into your arms. Even with your best attempt at keeping yourself safe, you could feel his power was much stronger than yours.

“Fascinating! No one’s ever been able to resist Idle Transfiguration before! I wish I could take you back with me, you’re exactly what he’s looking for in a sorcerer,” He rambled as he spoke, a look of amazement in his eyes. He was clearly excited, but you had no idea who or what he was talking about.

It was hard for you to focus, though you’d stopped his attack it felt like something was seriously wrong with your arms. In the dim light of the warehouse it was so hard to tell though.

Opening your mouth to speak, you were stopped by a pair of unexpected lips on yours. The kiss, if you could call it that, full of tongue and teeth. His tongue slipped into your mouth even though you tried to close it. Everything about him was so overwhelming and strange, you’d never felt a kiss so terrifying before.

You tried to lift your arms in an attempt to push him away, but you could barely move them an inch without pain shooting up your body. You had put all of your remaining energy into trying to block his attack, and it hadn’t even been able to stop it. Groaning at the pain in your arms, you wanted nothing more than for him to leave or knock you out. Pulling away from the kiss, he giggled at what you were sure must have been a horrified look on your face.

“You’re getting me so excited just thinking about it. Say will you stay quiet for me so I can try something? I really think you’d be perfect for one of his experiments,” His words made your blood run cold. They sounded so threatening, and who exactly was he talking about? As far as you knew, this curse operated alone, so to have him actively referencing a partner of sorts was alarming.

Without warning the curse flipped your skirt up, exposing your panties to him. You tried to wiggle away, but it was no use, you were on the floor nearly pushed up completely against the wall. The only way out was through him and that wasn’t happening without help.

You watched in fear as the hand in front of you changed shape and size, taking the form of an erect cock. How hard did you hit your head, exactly? You didn’t remember anyone saying that he could manipulate his body into different shapes, but you also just might not have been paying attention. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that, you attempted to close your legs, but you felt two hands wrap around your ankles.

“Even at a time like this you’re trying to fight back? What a good little sorcerer you are,” The mocking tone in his voice made you angry. You felt the blunt head of the cock rubbing against your pussy through your panties, as if he were teasing you instead of torturing. You lifted your hips to try and get away from him, but the hands around your ankles pulled you closer.

The sudden jerking movement made you hit your head on the ground again, vision blacking out for a moment. Through the haze of fighting to stay conscious, you felt a hot, stretching pain as he entered you. Forcing your eyes open, you were met with the mischievous patchwork grin staring at you, he looked like he had just played a harmless prank on you. Like he wasn’t violating you.

The curse’s movement inside you was slow at first, filling you up carefully as if he were measuring your insides. You could feel the head of his cock pressing up against your cervix, a shiver running down your spine at being filled completely. No human would be able to do this, the strange image of just how large the cock inside you was filling your mind.

You watched his smile grow wider as he slowly pulled out of you. It almost felt pleasurable, the way the thick cock felt inside of you. That is until you felt the stretch of the head against your entrance. The curse paused, not pulling all the way out of you yet. For a moment you thought he was finished, but that thought was only able to linger in your mind for a few seconds before he slammed his cock back into you.

The curse’s thrusts had gone from soft exploration to a violent attack, each one coming right after the other. You choked, having trouble even breathing as you felt the head of his cock slamming up against your cervix. The pain of being fucked so hard by something far too big made you feel sick, but the way his cock rubbed up against your walls felt good. If each thrust didn’t make you want to cry, you could have at least pretended to enjoy it.

His pace increased, the speed he was fucking into you made it impossible to try and get away. You didn’t even have time to think between thrusts. Trying to make it bearable, you attempted to focus on the drag of his cock inside you, it did feel good, the way you could feel the veins against your walls. It wasn’t enough though, you couldn’t take your mind off of the pain.

As quickly as it started though, he froze inside of you. Something had caused him to stop and you had no idea what it was. Was someone here to save you? Had you been found? Part of you didn’t want to be found like this, no one needed to see just how weak you had been.

The curse rammed his cock into your cervix again, pressing in and not moving away.

“It seems I’ve gotta go now, the veil is gone, you’re so much fun though I hate to leave you like this. Next time I catch you, I’ll finish this. Don’t miss me too much, cutie!” As soon as he was finished speaking, he ripped his cock from you. You felt something inside you tear with the violent motion. His hands left your ankles, though you wanted to get up and fight him, you were unable to do nothing more than curl in on yourself.

You watched through teary eyes as he picked something up. Had he been carrying something when you first encountered him? Your brain was too scrambled to remember any details.

“Oh right, you’ve seen me! Don’t want you remembering too much,” He giggled to himself, again his speech making you think of a child.

He stepped over you, his shoes right in front of your face. You didn’t have time to register the sharp kick to your temple as you felt consciousness leave you.

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kenjakusbrainstem · 7 months

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Natural (Geto Suguru x Reader)

Contains: Armpit kink, scent kink, straight up making out with armpit, light somnophillia.

Hello <3 Day 14 of Kinktober: Armpits. I did consider doing orgasm denial but like, I write that on the regular and want to branch out so here's this. A friend (known armpit expert) explained to me that its kinda like a foot fetish, which made it very easy for me to understand. Thank you for that and also go fuck yourself for the plague of pit appreciation you've thrust upon me. Crossposted to Ao3 as the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or reblog if you enjoy or think Geto smells good. <3

You weren’t sure what roused you from sleep, but it must have been something outside. When you opened your eyes, it was still dark in your room, the light from the streetlights outside barely illuminating anything. Palming around behind you, your hand met hard flesh quickly. Relief filled you, as you thought for a moment Suguru had left while you slept.

Your boyfriend didn’t leave in the night often, only when he was needed at work. Unfortunately that could happen around the clock, as there were several times he’d either woke you by accident while leaving or left you to wake up to a cold bed and a note somewhere in the house. You were glad tonight wasn’t one of those nights. No reason in particular, you just would rather him be here with you.

Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, you read the time. 3:36 am. Neither of you had alarms set today, so you could get all the sleep you needed, assuming he wasn’t summoned. You wanted to go back to sleep, still unsure why you woke up in the first place.

Rolling over to face Suguru, you watched him as he slept. He was on his back, the arm closest to you lifted up and bent to cover his eyes. You noticed the steady rise and fall of his chest, he was definitely still sleeping.

You pulled the blanket down, exposing his chest and side to you. The way his skin stretched over his rippling muscles made you want to reach out and touch him. His physique had always been attractive to you, but being able to see him up close without his knowing smirk looking down at you was a gift you didn’t often get. Suguru didn’t mind you making eyes at his body, he was your boyfriend after all, he was yours to ogle.

That didn’t mean it was something he didn’t tease you about. Suguru knew how attractive he was, he knew exactly what he did to you. So being able to lay here in the comfort of your shared bed and take in the view of his sleeping form was a gift you weren’t going to waste.

Reaching out you lightly traced your fingers down his chest, between his pecs and down to his bellybutton. He unsurprisingly didn’t react, being a heavy sleeper. You rested your hand against his abdomen for a moment, content with feeling the rise and fall of each breath he took. Slowly you drug your hand back up, the muscles beneath your hand hard while his skin was soft, a dichotomy you loved about him.

Your hand settled on the pec closest to you, squeezing it lightly. You’d joked to him before about him almost being an A cup with how built his chest was. The resulting lingerie he tried on had been enough to fry your brain and make you too aroused to articulate how you felt. No matter what you suggested, even if it was a joke he always found some way to turn it into a way to tease you.

It seemed your attention to his body hadn’t gone unnoticed, even if he was still asleep. The arm that had covered his face moved to pull you closer, pressing you up against his side before returning to its position on his face.

You didn’t mind the new closeness, your body pressing up against his was something you always enjoyed. However the way he blindly moved you had placed your face almost directly into his armpit. His natural scent surrounded you, comforting you and making you want to just bury your nose into his skin. You loved the way he smelled, from his cologne to his soaps, but your favorite was the way he smelled in bed. A pleasant mix of those and his natural scent.

You could feel your mouth water, as if you’d just entered a five star restaurant. You wanted to taste him, to feel every inch of him.

Taking his heavy sleeping into account, you pressed your face into his side, pressing soft kisses into the skin right below his armpit. It was soft against your lips, warm and welcoming. Suguru barely stirred at the sensation, you knew he was sensitive here.

Now that you were closer it was easier for you to wrap your arm around him. Settling your hand on his other side, you splayed out your fingers, feeling as much of his soft skin that you could. You resisted the urge to just run your hand up and down his body, knowing that would be more likely to wake him up.

Your kisses continued up, your nose brushing against his upper arm as your lips pressed into his armpit. His scent and soft skin now the only thing you could focus on, as if it had short circuited your train of thought. Perhaps it was your sleepy mind that allowed you to get so lost in his warm flesh.

After a few soft pecks to his armpit, your kisses became sloppy. Tongue reaching out to taste and lick his skin, what started as simple affection had turned into something much more lustful. He was beginning to stir, you could hear his breathing increase and become more shallow. You didn’t care though, you were too lost in how his soft skin felt against your tongue.

Biting lightly into the side of his armpit, you began to suck a mark into the flesh, one he’d notice in the morning and likely be confused about.

The arm above your head moved again, reaching down to wrap around your back, Suguru’s thumb digging into your shoulder. You whimpered against his flesh in discomfort but refused to detach your lips. Squeezing his body tighter, you lavished your tongue over the indents your teeth had left in his skin.

You could feel Suguru shiver at the wet kisses you were still giving his armpit. His other arm reached over and between the two of you, grabbing your chin and pulling you away from his arm.

Your lips weren’t lonely for long as he moved himself to face you, kissing you slowly. Suguru’s tongue twinning with yours, not shying away from the taste of himself on your tongue. The kiss wasn’t rushed, just one of comfort and love.

Suguru wrapped his arms around you as he pulled his lips away and placed a kiss on your forehead. He rested his chin on top of your head and hugged you tighter, pressing your face into his broad chest.

“More sleep,” Suguru’s deep voice grumbled sleepily from above your head. You didn’t mind, especially now since he was holding onto you so tightly. Burying your face as close to his muscular chest as you could, you closed your eyes and let the sound of his even breathing lul you back to sleep.

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kenjakusbrainstem · 7 months

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Confident (Geto Suguru x Yuuta Okkotsu)

Contains: Size difference, getting aroused from sparring, first time giving oral, teacher-student relationship, AU.

Day 13 of Kinktober: Size difference. SO last night I saw the Era's Tour movie in theaters with a coworker, which lead to me writing the majority of this at 4am. I didn't intend for it to be so long but I got a bit too into just how much I enjoy writing them together. I was going to have Yuuta fuck Geto instead but I got carried away and wanted to still be able to post today. Hopefully it's good! Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or reblog if you enjoy!

Hand to hand combat wasn’t something Yuuta excelled in, but he had come a long way. Fighting with Maki had gotten him pretty far, especially considering her range of weaponry compared to his reliance on a sword. As his training continued and Yuuta grew stronger, it became obvious that while he still regularly lost to Maki hand to hand, that they were unable to learn much more by doing the same spars over and over again.

Which is what had led to even more of Yuuta’s training being with Geto. Geto already was the best teacher for hand to hand combat, so he was the obvious choice for Yuuta. Even if they hadn’t already spent the majority of their time together. With how often Geto accompanied Yuuta on missions and how much time he spent helping Yuuta master his cursed technique, you’d assume he was the teen’s teacher and not Gojo.

The strange couple didn’t mind spending even more time together, and Geto’s genuine care for Yuuta’s growth as a sorcerer and a man certainly helped. The secret nature of their budding relationship was something that neither of them minded, Yuuta was too shy to even consider saying anything to his classmates.

It was a quiet evening as they sparred, the cool air comforting on their flushed skin as Yuuta’s sword clashed against Playful Cloud. Normally they met in the mornings, but Yuuta had to go on a short mission earlier and missed his time with Geto. Going on the earlier mission had made Yuuta miss the one he’d intended to go on with his classmates, so instead of wasting time alone, he’d asked Geto if the man would want to try and make up for their morning lesson.

Wrapping Playful cloud around the end of Yuuta’s sword, Geto used the teen’s momentum to throw him onto the ground, ripping the weapon from his hands. Yuuta had gotten better, not needing to manifest Rika in order to keep up with Geto. That didn’t mean he had learned everything though, Geto’s skill at hand to hand combat was unmatched by anyone at the school.

“You’re doing so well Yuuta, even then you rely on your sword far too much. What would you do if someone was able to disarm you?” Geto asked, squatting next to Yuuta who laid where he landed on his back. It invigorated Geto to be able to train Yuuta like this, as much as he longed to embrace and comfort the teen, being able to challenge him was exciting.

Yuuta stared up at Geto, almost in awe of the man’s beauty. This happened every now and then when they trained like this. Geto would get this glow about him, as if he were truly enjoying himself. His long dark hair pulled back more than normal in a messy ponytail, strands escaping under the constant movement and framing his face.

Geto had stripped off his outer layer, choosing to wear a tight fitting white t-shirt. Though the heat wasn’t as bad with evening falling and the sun dipping behind the treeline, it was still hotter than he’d like it to be. It was harder for Yuuta to focus on fighting entirely, he was embarrassed to admit. The way Geto’s muscles looked even beneath his shirt almost too much for Yuuta. If he hadn’t been fighting Yuuta would be watching from somewhere more secret so that he could commit the sight to memory.

“I’d use my technique and get my sword back,” Yuuta knew this was the wrong answer as he said it. He loved getting praised by Geto, but at times like this he was more interested in pushing the man’s buttons to get a rise out of him.

Tossing both of their weapons to the side, Geto stood, looming above the teen. “If you were unable to use your technique, what would you do?”

Yuuta crawled to his knees, standing slowly in front of Geto. He was being more dramatic than usual, it seemed missing their session this morning and going on a mission alone had made him a little clingier than usual. Stepping into Geto’s personal space, Yuuta looked up, a look of oddly placed determination on his face.

It was sometimes hard for Geto to take Yuuta seriously during these moments, as eye level for the teen was at his collarbone. Geto knew size didn’t matter in terms of strength, Yuuta was a very powerful sorcerer. It was just hard to take him seriously when his frame was so much smaller than Geto’s.

Along with their height difference, Yuuta lacked the muscle definition Geto had. He was growing stronger, at some point he may catch up to Geto, but Yuuta’s more lithe frame added to their size difference. Geto doubted that Yuuta had much more growth left in him, maybe another inch of height if he were lucky, but he found every aspect about Yuuta endearing.

Without warning, Yuuta threw a hard punch at Geto’s jaw. Unfortunately for the teen, Geto was faster, catching Yuuta’s fist before it came into contact. Using the force behind Yuuta’s punch, Geto spun the teen around and twisted his arm behind his back.

A sharp gasp left Yuuta as he was manhandled, the near pain shooting up his arm. This didn’t discourage him. The feeling of Geto’s strong body against his back willed the teen to move on autopilot. They’d been this close many times in and out of sparring, but Yuuta had an idea. He was nowhere near as acrobatic as Maki, but that didn’t mean he didn’t learn anything from her.

He knew Geto wouldn’t actually hurt him, or at least he was betting that the man wouldn’t. Yuuta jumped, using his own body weight and the leverage his bent arm afforded him to turn himself nearly upside down, hooking his knees on Geto’s shoulders. Yuuta could have used the position to break Geto’s neck, but instead of squeezing his thighs together, he let himself hang in an attempt to flip him over.

It all happened so fast, Geto barely registered Yuuta jumping before he let go of his arm. Not wanting to chance breaking a bone or dislocating anything. Bringing his hands up to support the shifting body, Geto’s hands gripped Yuuta’s hips tightly. Geto’s grip didn’t deter Yuuta, even if he couldn’t flip the man he still felt like he’d done something unexpected. Digging his fingers into Geto’s hair, Yuuta pulled himself into a sitting position, looking down on the man for once.

Whether it be the angle or just something about tonight, the gleam Geto saw in Yuuta’s eyes was one he wasn’t sure he'd’ seen before. The bright determination and condescending look of triumph was etched onto Yuuta’s face, as if he’d won their whole sparring match just by getting out of one hold and hanging off of Geto.

“You think climbing me will help you train? Are you going to just wrap your legs around any enemy or am I special?” Geto teased, using his hold on Yuuta’s hips to pull the teen away from his shoulders.Yuuta didn’t fight back, allowing his legs to unwrap from Geto’s shoulders.

As Geto moved to place Yuuta on the ground, the teen surged forward and knocked them both over. Geto was strong enough to take Yuuta’s attack, but the awkwardness of the way he was holding Yuuta threw his balance off.

Once they were both on the ground, Yuuta quickly moved to pin Geto’s arms above his head, causing him to straddle the man’s stomach. Geto once again noticed the look on Yuuta’s face, while there was a hint of playfulness to it, he also noted the determined look shining through his eyes.

“I may not be able to subdue you yet, but with more practice it’ll be easier to get you on the ground like this,” Yuuta said, his voice more confident than Geto had ever heard. It wasn’t that Yuuta wasn’t ever confident, but it was very rare that Yuuta was this forward outside of battle.

Geto laughed, Yuuta’s words brought a smile to his face. The fact that he was so determined to get better for something as simple as ‘getting him on the ground’ instead of any actual fighting as a sorcerer amused him greatly.

The other thing Geto found amusing was something he didn’t think Yuuta had even noticed yet. Geto could feel Yuuta’s half hard cock pressing up against his stomach. Yuuta’s height didn’t allow for him to properly straddle Geto’s hips, forcing the teen to sit on his stomach in order to pin his arms. It seemed that Yuuta enjoyed their fighting more than he had let on.

“If you wanted to get on top of me all you had to do was ask, I’ll gladly let you take charge,” Geto’s words had turned suggestive, the mood changing inside of him the moment he felt Yuuta’s cock pressing up against him. Geto had always gotten turned on or at least mildly aroused from fighting with an attractive opponent, so it satisfied him greatly to feel Yuuta reacting the same way.

Though he wasn’t sure how much training they would get done if they continued to acknowledge their shared arousal. Geto supposed it was a good thing they discovered this on a day where Yuuta’s classmates were on a mission and no one else was around to observe. Shifting his hips, Geto pressed himself up into Yuuta, pulling a small sound from him.

Yuuta had been too focused on getting Geto on the ground that he hadn’t been paying too much attention to himself. As soon as Geto pressed up against him he felt the pleasure of his cock rubbing up against Geto’s stomach. A flush covered his cheeks, he had never had this reaction to sparring before, even in his other fights with Geto. Yuuta was more shocked than embarrassed, feeling like he had blindsided Geto.

Geto could feel Yuuta freezing up on top of him, he knew the teen could get embarrassed easily.

“Hey it’s okay, the rush of fighting especially when you’re attracted to your partner can do that, it happens to me too. Don’t worry we’re alone now and I’m sure we have nothing to stop us for a while if you want another kind of hand to hand,” Geto whispered, lowering his voice to reassure Yuuta that everything was okay. It didn’t matter too much to Geto if they finished their lesson or if they let this go further, he just wanted Yuuta to be comfortable.

It was like Geto always knew just the right words to make Yuuta feel at ease. His classmates and Gojo were away, all training was generally done way earlier in the day, and if he knew anything about Geto, he had a few curses watching the more treaded paths so they’d know if anyone approached.

Yuuta leaned down and pressed a kiss to Geto’s lips, the kiss betrayed how he was really feeling. Though he had been embarrassed for a moment, the rush he’d gotten from pinning Geto hadn’t gone away. Yuuta kissed Geto with a passion and intensity he was rarely able to set himself. Tongue tracing along Geto’s lips to gain entrance with every press of lips.

Geto could feel Yuuta growing more confident with each kiss, he didn’t hesitate to open his mouth to the teen, allowing their kiss to grow more heated. Yuuta’s confidence increased when he felt Geto arch up into him again. The passion flowing through Yuuta’s body at the moment was unlike anything he’d felt before.

It didn’t take too long for Yuuta to start grinding into Geto’s abdomen, everything feeling too good to not indulge in that pleasure. Geto was transfixed by Yuuta’s movements on top of him. The teen had been eager before too, even excited, but he’d never seen him so forceful. Geto wanted nothing more in that moment than to grind his hips into Yuuta’s, so they both could feel that rush of pleasure.

Geto attempted to free his hands, wanting to touch and move Yuuta, but he had other ideas. Yuuta’s grip was unrelenting, pressing Geto’s hands down more forcefully. Control wasn’t something he was willing to give up tonight, Yuuta wanted to show how strong he was to Geto. He wanted to be the one to give Geto pleasure, instead of Geto always making sure Yuuta was satisfied and ignoring his own needs.

All it took was the confidence Yuuta hadn’t expected to gain so suddenly.

The kiss deepened with Yuuta’s refusal to let Geto’s hands free, his tongue in Geto’s mouth less inquisitive and more trying to show Geto just how much he wanted him. Yuuta had never felt this strongly before about what he wanted to do to Geto. Pulling away from Geto suddenly left them both breathing heavily from the intensity of the kiss. Looking down into Geto’s lust filled eyes, Yuuta knew what he wanted more than he was sure of anything else at that moment.

“I’ll take care of you tonight, there’s something I’ve been wanting to try and having you on your back is the perfect chance,” Yuuta said, his voice a half whisper as he tried to keep it down and quell his excitement at the same time. They had been intimate before, but Yuuta’s confidence was often overshadowed by just how dizzy Geto made him feel when they touched. So to have a moment of clarity where he was able to try and make Geto feel the same pleasure, Yuuta knew he needed to take it.

Yuuta didn’t give Geto a chance to respond, quickly letting go of Geto’s hands and maneuvering himself to slip between Geto’s thighs. He wasted no time cupping the hard cock that was hiding behind the soft, baggy pants Geto usually wore when they trained.

Geto was too stunned to speak, his arms still up by his head where Yuuta had pressed them into the ground. The feeling of Yuuta’s hand on his cock wasn’t a foreign one, but Yuuta’s movements were so intentional and less clumsy. It turned him on more to know that Yuuta knew just what he wanted and was willing to take it without Geto needing to lead him.

“Seeing you take control like this Yuuta, it’s almost too much. You can do whatever you want to me, I’m all yours,” Geto whispered, trying to encourage him without being too pushy. Having Yuuta take control was something he didn’t fully know he wanted, but it felt so good Geto couldn’t help but surrender.

Yuuta had always thought since Geto was much larger than him, that he was always going to be the one in control. Even if Geto had never done anything to make him feel that way, the teen just had an idea in his head that it was how things were supposed to be. The sight of having such a big, strong man on his back like this however, made Yuuta’s blood sing with desire.

Slipping his thumbs into Geto’s waistband, Yuuta pulled down the man’s pants just enough to free his aching cock. Yuuta was always surprised about how heavy Geto’s thick cock felt in his hand. That Geto was this aroused just because of his actions made Yuuta’s head spin. He wouldn’t be distracted though, not with Geto here spread out for him.

The first touch of Yuuta’s tongue to the head of Geto’s cock made Geto groan. Geto had sucked Yuuta’s cock several times, the teen loved it, but he hadn’t wanted to rush Yuuta. It seemed the wait was worth it, as Yuuta’s tongue mirrored what Geto often did when teasing Yuuta. Tracing around the head before pulling the tip fully into his mouth and sucking.

Yuuta was a fast learner, and he paid more attention to the way Geto touched him than he realized. He sucked at the head of Geto’s cock, allowing his hand to pump the thick shaft.

Slowly Yuuta took more of Geto’s cock into his mouth, bobbing his head gently to get used to the new motion. He wanted to see just how much he could take before it became too much. Watching Geto’s nose buried in his pelvis made him wonder just how far he could go.

Each pass of Yuuta’s lips over his cock was agonizingly slow for Geto. It took more effort than he’d like to admit to not thrust into Yuuta’s hot mouth. It had been so long since he’d had his cock sucked, even before his budding relationship with Yuuta began, Geto had been too focused on other things to worry about that. He’d forgotten just how good it felt to feel the warmth of his lover’s mouth.

“I don’t want to get too carried away, but fuck Yuuta you just feel so good, you’re going such a good job,” Geto whispered, trying again to encourage Yuuta. He didn’t want to rush the teen, but he knew they didn’t have time to try more things right now. Which was a shame, because the way Yuuta was acting made Geto want nothing more than to have Yuuta buried deep inside him

The praise did have its intended effect, with each bob of his head Yuuta grew more confident in his motions. Looking up through his lashes at Geto, he saw his flushed face looking down at him. The desperation on Geto’s face was something he wasn’t expecting, Yuuta had never felt so powerful while they were intimate. He wanted to make Geto feel even more pleasure.

Focusing back on the hard cock pressing against his tongue, Yuuta felt like he was ready. The head of Geto’s cock was nudging up against the back of his throat with every one of his movements, but he wanted more. Suddenly Yuuta forced himself further down on Geto’s cock.

Yuuta’s slow sucking had turned into him fucking his own face with Geto’s thick cock. It burned Yuuta’s throat to feel the head of Geto’s cock pressing so far down into his throat. Each rough thrust pushed Geto further into his mouth until Yuuta felt the dark curls at the base tickle his nose.

Geto’s hand found its way into Yuuta’s hair, not to guide but to have something to grab on to. It seemed like sorcery wasn’t the only thing Yuuta was a prodigy at. Geto could feel his arousal mounting quickly, somehow Yuuta made him feel so much more sensitive.

The cock in Yuuta’s throat throbbed as he buried his nose in the patch of curls at the base of Geto’s cock. Yuuta paused for a moment once he had Geto’s cock completely in his mouth, swallowing around the thick shaft made Geto’s body shiver.

It seemed he’d gotten ahead of himself, the thick cock too much to swallow around. Yuuta gagged, pulling himself off of Geto’s cock quickly to cough for a moment. Geto was sure it was something the teen would apologize for later, but it was cute to him that Yuuta was trying so hard just to please him.

Not deterred by his mistake, Yuuta turned his attention back to the thick cock in front of him. He had never seen Geto this hard before, he could see it twitch from arousal almost. Leaning forward Yuuta ran his tongue along the underside of it, tracing a path up to the head again before he pulled it back into his mouth.

Geto stared down in awe, Yuuta was quite the sight between his legs. The bright flush of his cheeks wasn’t a surprise to Geto, but the rosy tint to Yuuta’s lips as he watched them slide up and down his cock had him on the edge. Yuuta had never looked quite so pretty to Geto than with his lips wrapped around his cock.

Yuuta was so focused on taking in as much of Geto’s cock as he could that he didn’t see Geto staring at him. If he had he may have been able to realize just how close Geto was.

As Yuuta made his way back down Geto’s cock, his nose tickled by dark curls again, Geto came. The sudden spurting in Yuuta’s mouth startled him, but he quickly recovered from shock and returned to sucking, trying to swallow everything Geto gave him. He didn’t mind the taste, but he hadn’t expected it to be so thick and warm.

Release had hit Geto harder than he expected, his hand tightening in Yuuta’s hair as he bit down on his lip to keep any sounds in. It felt so much better than he could have ever dreamt, somehow Yuuta was always so good at making him feel good.

Yuuta continued sucking, until the hand in his hair tugged enough to urge him off. Yuuta panted as he tried to catch his breath, looking up at Geto for approval. Geto quickly tucked his cock back into his pants before sitting up and kissing Yuuta, tasting himself on the teen’s lips.

“Yuuta you did so well. You should take control more often, if we weren’t out in the open like this I’d be begging for your cock,” Geto said against Yuuta’s lips, drunk off of his orgasm but meaning every word he said.

There would be more time for them, no need to rush. Yet Geto decided to rush packing up their things in favor of getting Yuuta back to his room so he could push Yuuta’s limits without fear of being noticed. He didn’t want to leave his lover unattended.

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Examination (Kenjaku x Reader)

Contains: Medical kink, gynecology exam gone sexual, vaginal fingering, Kenjaku as a doctor, dubious consent.

Hello~ Day 12 of kinktober was Medical play, and I have this running fantasy for a few years that goes along this similar vein. Though I've subbed Kenjaku in for the character I normally imagine in this scenario, it's surprisingly fitting for him, don't you think? Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain, comment or reblog if you have anything to say!

You felt uncomfortable as you sat in the examination room. It had been some time since you had visited a gynecologist, as sexual health wasn’t quite at the top of your concern list. It had been some time since you last had a sexual partner, and even then it wasn’t something you looked forward to. That was, in part, the reason for your visit. You had some questions that you wanted to ask, just to make sure there wasn’t something wrong with you.

Along with also being new in the area and going to a new doctor, you wanted to start completely over with this move. Part of that involved making sure you were healthy, so getting back into the yearly exam was just another part of your to do list.

It had been about ten minutes since the nurse had excused herself to allow you to undress and go alert the doctor. The gown you put on made you feel exposed, as you had trouble closing it in the back, leaving a chill to take over your body. You glanced around the room anxiously, hoping that you’d have the courage to ask your questions in a succinct manner.

The sound of the door opening made you jump. You turned to greet the doctor but your voice caught in your throat. He looked very different than you had expected, though you weren’t entirely sure what you expected from a doctor you had known nothing about.

The man was tall, his long dark hair pulled out of his face into a bun but the majority of it still cascaded down his back. His button up shirt looked like it was almost too tight for him, the lab coat he wore over it doing very little to conceal his bulky frame. You almost missed the small line on his forehead, choosing to ignore it as it wasn’t your place to ask about a wound on a doctor, but somehow it seemed to add to his features in such a way that made him more handsome. This doctor was easily the most attractive man you’d ever seen outside of television.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Doctor Kamo, but my patients usually refer to me as Kenjaku. I will be conducting your exam today. Is there any specific reason for your visit?” The doctor, Kenjaku, asked, it seemed he was more of a straight to business man instead of the kind that apologizes for making you wait so long. You didn’t mind though, somehow you were both reassured by his presence and made self conscious by his appearance.

The thought of having someone this attractive touch you, wasn’t something you were ready for. Gathering your wits about you, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding.

“N-not really, I’m mostly just here for an annual exam,” You forced the words out, suddenly too afraid to ask the other questions that had brought you here. Perhaps you could find another doctor to go to with those questions, some old woman that didn’t make you feel strange.

Kenjaku observed you as he began to get ready, washing his hands and putting on some gloves while studying your medical records that had been pulled up on the computer in the room.

“‘Mostly’ sounds like you have other things to say, I won’t press you, but I can’t look for things I’m unaware of,” Kenjaku said as he sat down in front of you. His words weren’t too cold, but they offered little comfort beyond not being forced to answer questions. “Your chart mentions that you aren’t sexually active, is that a choice or is that the nature of the question you don’t have?”

You blinked at the doctor, it surprised you to be read so easily. You know you mentioned that when filling out your paperwork, but you hadn’t expected it to be brought up. Especially not in this way, he mentioned not pressing, but immediately moved into asking more invasive questions. Still Kenjaku’s tone was nothing but clinical, it was his job to make sense of things like this. You probably weren’t the only person he had to pull answers out of.

“I’ve had sex before but it just seems like there isn’t a point to it,” You answered honestly. You were interested in sex, you just didn’t understand what was so enjoyable. There was no urge to have children, all of your previous partners made sex feel like you were there for them to use and move along from. It felt more like something you did for someone else and less like something you felt pleasure in.

Kenjaku nodded, observing you more as you spoke. You felt that somehow he was reading between the things you were saying, not that you’d even said much. It was the way he stared at you, like you were to be studied and not helped.

“Interesting, low sex drive or something else? Low drive can be normal with other factors, if that is the issue. You’re a little too young for some things that can lead to difficulties with sex, have you had any problems that I should look for in my exam?” Kenjaku looked into your eyes as he spoke, his questions making your stomach turn with anxiety.

The question you had intended to ask floated to the forefront of your mind, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. Averting your eyes you studied the wall behind him for a moment. What was the worst thing that could happen? If you got too embarrassed you could just never come back here.

He seemed like a thorough doctor, even if he were a bit eccentric, he probably could help you in some way. At the very least he could make sure there was nothing inherently wrong with you for the issues you’d been having.

“Well, and please don’t laugh, I don’t have sex because I can’t reach orgasm. Partners have tried and it usually just turns into me faking a reaction and waiting for them to finish. So I gave up, it’s too much of a hassle to try and keep up appearances and no one wants a woman that doesn’t put out,” You explained, looking down in shame. You knew it wasn’t an intentional failing, but you couldn’t help but feel like there had to be something wrong with you.

Kenjaku didn’t laugh, but you could see a glimmer in his eye that made your stomach drop.

“That is more common than you realize. If you don’t have anything else I should know about, please place your feet in the stirrups,” Kenjaku’s acknowledgement felt like it should have been reassuring, but it wasn’t somehow. It was hard for you to find comfort from a man as attractive as him knowing what was about to happen.

The smile that was plastered on Kenjaku’s face felt like it should have been genuine, but there was something off. Even ignoring the strange stitching on his forehead, his handsome features didn’t show anything suspicious.

Doing as you were told you placed your bare feet in the hooks at the end of the bed, adjusting your position. The gown covered you in a way that allowed you to only see the top of Kenjaku’s head, the dark bun in his hair and the stitches you were fixated on. It was probably better that way, the last thing you needed to see was his face as he examined you.

The cold air against your pussy made you shiver, goosebumps forming on your arms in response. Even colder were the gloved hands Kenjaku touched your labia with. The fingers hadn’t startled you, but much to your embarrassment you did feel yourself clench around nothing as he examined you from the outside.

The doctor was being thorough, perhaps too thorough, but it had been so long since you’d done one of these exams you weren’t quite sure what was called for. Kenjaku seemed clinical enough, fingers not lingering, the touch wasn’t sensual at all.

“Things seem to be normal, even your self lubrication seems to be adequate for sexual intercourse. Now hold still, this may pinch a little,” Kenjaku said matter of factly. You watched the bun on top of his head disappear as he leaned back to grab a tool off of the tray he had nearby.

Other than the spoken warning, he didn’t hesitate inserting the speculum inside of you. It was cold, filling you up and spreading you open for him. A small pained noise left your throat, though you did try to keep quiet. You thought you could hear a small chuckle, but it was so quiet you doubted it had even happened.

There was a pause, Kenjaku hadn’t moved and you were trying to avoid squirming, hoping your discomfort wasn’t too obvious. You felt a gloved hand rest on the apex of your thigh, as if to hold you still. Though his hands had felt cold at first, now they felt warm on your skin even through the latex. It was almost comforting.

The sound of paper tearing brought you back to paying attention. You wondered what it could be, until you felt the discomfort of having a cotton swab shoved inside of you. Once it had been removed you waited for the speculum to be removed too, but nothing happened. You wondered if he was going to swab for something else, or look for something else inside of you perhaps.

Before your thought could fully form, you felt his thumb on your clit, not stimulating, just resting there. You froze, unsure if he was just being thorough or if something strange was happening.

“I’m going to run some extra tests. Everything seems in line, you don’t seem to be missing anything in the areas most sensitive, you should be able to achieve orgasm. So long as you have a competent partner,” Kenjaku’s voice retained the same clinical tone he had been using thus far.

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before his thumb began moving in slow circles around your clit. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it to prevent any sounds from coming out. You couldn’t deny that it felt nice, the latex felt even more foreign than his hand.

Kenjaku watched as you clenched around the speculum that still held you open. The stimulation was so sudden and unexpected, you didn’t know what to do. When you were mulling over asking about orgasming, this had never occurred to you.

As quickly as it entered you, Kenjaku disengaged and removed the speculum from your body. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, glad that it was gone but almost missing the fullness.

The speed of Kenjaku’s thumb on your clit increased, the sensitive bud very receptive to his touch. It felt like electricity shooting through you, the pleasure was indescribable. You had never spent much time trying anything other than penetrative sex, so this was completely new to you. It hadn’t occurred to you to try something like this for yourself, choosing to assume all sex was the same.

Part of you wanted to express that thought to Kenjaku, that it was just something you had been unaware of and there was no need to continue. What stopped you was the feeling of two thick, gloved fingers entering your tight hole.

It didn’t hurt, especially since he had just removed a tool meant to spread you open, but it did feel big. Kenjaku’s hands were large, something you hadn’t noticed until his fingers were buried inside of you. Instead of thrusting as you had expected, they prodded about, as if he were searching for something.

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him that he didn’t need to do this, but your words caught in your throat as his fingers brushed up against a bundle of nerves inside you. Hand clamping back over your mouth, you bit into your fingers, using all of your focus to keep the sounds in.

Kenjaku didn’t pull his fingers out after making his discovery, choosing instead to rub against the spot inside of you, making your thighs shake. You could feel just how wet you were getting, the squishing sound of his fingers in your pussy the only thing that filled the room other than the ones you made.

“It seems like you shouldn’t have trouble reaching orgasm now. The only trouble you’d had was just not having an attentive partner, don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to guide you through this one,” Kenjaku said, his clinical voice somehow had become arousing to you. You weren’t sure if it was just the state he had you in or if he had intended to have this affect on you.

A whine left your lips as his hand left your clit, desperate for the attention he’d been giving you. The hand instead pushed up your gown, making it so he could see your face.

You also now could see Kenjaku, nestled between your thighs with his fingers buried inside of you. Never had you thought you’d have a man so handsome like this. Even if you were just another exam to him, you knew you’d never forget the sight of him like this.

Kenjaku winked at you before lowering his face, tongue teasingly licking at your sensitive clit. You had to bite harder into your hand to keep your sounds in. Everything already felt too overwhelming, but his warm tongue lavishing your clit with attention was beyond anything you thought a person could feel.

The sight of him sucking at your clit was something you wanted burned into your mind. A strand of dark hair loose, tickling the strangely attractive stitches on his face. Kenjaku’s eyes, staring up and into yours as he took your clit fully into his mouth and sucked. It was too much, you wanted to look away but his eyes held you still somehow.

His fingers hadn’t stopped rubbing the sensitive spot inside of you, they had moved onto pressing against it. Hand shallowly thrusting directly into the nerves, making your body quiver.

You couldn’t take it any longer, feeling something snap inside of you. Kenjaku didn’t relent as you felt your body overcome with more pleasure than you thought possible. It was as if you were drowning in the way he made you feel, his hands and mouth forcing you to experience something so intense.

As he pulled his fingers from you, you could feel yourself dripping. Kenjaku had made more of a mess of you than you ever could have expected. He sat up slowly, chin glistening with evidence of your first orgasm all over it.

“See? If you tell the doctor what you need, they may be able to fix it for you. Do you feel educated now? Or do I need to have you back for another appointment, just to make sure you’re able to achieve repeat results at home,” Kenjaku’s words were a jumbled mess to you.

Nodding, you hoped he would be willing to see you again. There was no way you would ever pass up the chance to experience something like this again.

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kenjakusbrainstem · 7 months

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Sealing A Curse (Kenjaku x Mahito)

Contains: Sensory deprivation, blindfolds, oral sex, dubious consent, misuse of cursed energy.

Day 11 of kinktober: Sensory deprivation! Hopefully the beginning doesn't feel too stiff, if you've been reading my stuff for long, you'll know writing dialogue stresses me out and takes me quite some time. I circumvented that by paraphrasing their conversation, so I could get this out quicker. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or reblog if you enjoy!

Kenjaku enjoyed just how curious Mahito was, the curse was always asking questions and more than willing to listen to him go on about any random topic. He really appreciated that the curse had a seemingly unquenchable thirst for knowledge, at least when it came to humans. While there were times Mahito had asked him about different tools or objects, he had never seemed so interested in one. So when he asked about the Prison Realm, Kenjaku was a little more than surprised.

It started small, the curse occasionally asking about how it worked or how it kept someone alive. It seemed that he had listened to Jogo ranting about how he was certain he could put the realm to better use than Kenjaku, and had become curious about what it actually was. Mahito listened intently as Kenjaku explained its uses and the concept of nullifying cursed energy.

Nullifying cursed energy is something that had stuck with Mahito, he couldn’t seem to fathom the idea of something losing the charge of cursed energy. When Kenjaku compared it to the severed fingers of Sukuna that they possessed and the talismen they were wrapped in, it seemed to make a little more sense.

The cursed energy wasn’t being removed, it was just being temporarily stopped. That piqued Mahito’s interest, his mind immediately going to using the prison realm as a way to prevent Yuuji from using his technique against him. It annoyed him that the boy was able to brush off his abilities so easily.

Mahito huffed as Kenjaku explained that it wouldn’t quite work like that, as Yuuji Itadori’s technique wasn’t what brushed off his abilities, but his role as a vessel was the issue Mahito faced. It seemed this wasn’t quite what Mahito had wanted to hear. Lamenting about how boring it was to not be able to use the prison realm for something that suited him.

Kenjaku just reminded him that it would be very helpful, if not essential to nullifying Gojo’s technique. To keep Gojo locked away and unable to use any cursed energy for an indeterminate amount of time would be more helpful than anything else.

Ignoring Kenjaku’s further explanations about the prison realm, Mahito turned his mind to something he was more curious about. He interrupted Kenjaku’s explanation to ask about how a sorcerer could live separated from their cursed energy.

Instead of chiding Mahito for interrupting him, Kenjaku felt a new idea float to the forefront of his mind.

“Even you could live separate from your energy for a while before it started to have a serious effect on you,” Kenjaku said, eyes now intently focused on the curse that lazed about next to him. They had been reading together, but it seemed Mahito was too distracted to read anymore, his head finding its way into Kenjaku’s lap and his book long forgotten on the coffee table in front of them.

Mahito’s ramblings stopped at Kenjaku’s suggestion. The origin of his curiosity did lie with the idea of being trapped and unable to use one's abilities. He laughed at Kenjaku’s statement, not believing a word the man said. Of course he knew what Kenjaku was talking about, but he was much stronger than a cursed object.

“You’re funny!” Mahito said, still giggling to himself at the implication that he could be controlled like that.

By now, Kenjaku had closed his own book in favor of studying the curse on his lap. Mahito’s hair splayed across his thighs, it would be so easy to pull the curse up by his hair and make him listen to what he had to say. That wouldn’t work with Mahito though, if he wanted the curse to understand something, it had to be an even more hands on experience. Kenjaku knew he could speak on this until his throat was sore, and until he proved it, Mahito would just giggle to himself about the foolishness of humanity.

Without warning, Kenjaku stood up, forcing Mahito to sit up or be thrown off of the couch. Kenjaku ignored the curse as he complained about having to move when he was comfortable, choosing instead to head into another part of his domicile to find something that would help him give Mahito a more practical example.

When Kenjaku returned he had a small box in his hands. Mahito reached for it, but Kenjaku kept it out of his reach, like a child far too eager for a birthday gift.

“Close your eyes and I’ll help you understand,” Kenjaku said. It was obviously a trap, or at least that’s what Kenjaku thought. He expected Mahito to whine or complain in some way or at least be resistant in some fashion. So he was surprised when Mahito’s eyelashes fluttered shut at his request. Either he was so confident in his own abilities or he trusted Kenjaku more than he let on.

Kenjaku wasn’t sure which was stranger for the curse.

Not wanting to waste any time, Kenjaku removed a long talisman from the box. It was stronger than some of the other ones he had, normally used for dampening the energy on strong cursed tools. He figured, if he used his own energy correctly, it would do just the same thing to Mahito.

Kenjaku moved with a practiced ease, his many years of experience shining through. Before Mahito even had a chance to speak, Kenjaku had wrapped the talisman around Mahito’s head three times, each new loop obscuring his vision until he was completely blindfolded. Kenjaku held his hand there for a moment, focusing his energy into the talisman with the intention of metaphorically sealing Mahito.

Mahito froze as Kenjaku’s hand left his temple, for once he was too stunned to speak. It was as if he had just used his domain expansion multiple times in a row, the ache that settled in his body was a heavy one. What the curse thought was a soreness however, turned to panic when he realized he was unable to use his ability.

Reaching his hand up, Mahito attempted to stretch it out to touch Kenjaku’s face. Even though Mahito couldn’t see, when he felt nothing happen to his hand, he quickly moved to peel off the talisman. However upon touching the material on his face, he found it felt like it was attached to the skin rather than sitting on top of it.

Kenjaku’s hands closed around Mahito’s wrists, forcing the curse’s hands together. Another flourish of material in his hands and Kenjaku had secured Mahito’s wrists. If the curse could see, he might have been able to notice that the two talisman Kenjaku had applied to them were different. Since he couldn’t however, he had no way of anticipating his new lack of ability to control his limbs.

All it had taken was two talismans imbued with Kenjaku’s cursed energy to completely strip Mahito of his ability and bodily autonomy. The curse wanted to scream, to beg Kenjaku to take them off, but he was unable to even move his lips.

“Maybe next time you’ll believe the information I’m telling you. Imagine if a sorcerer caught you like this and used it to exorcize you, or worse used it to get information out of you!” Kenjaku spoke, his voice dripping with feigned concern. He did care if something happened to Mahito, though not out of care for the curse himself.

Pressing a hand on Mahito’s cheek, Kenjaku wondered if he’d been too heavy handed in his use of his own cursed energy. Mahito didn’t react at all to his touch. Kenjaku squeezed Mahito’s cheeks, cupping his chin and forcing the curse’s mouth to open.

A salacious thought popped into Kenjaku’s mind, with the curse unable to fight back, he could perhaps test out the limits of his admittedly strong talisman. The first was meant to cut Mahito off from his ability to use cursed energy, he hadn’t realized just how much this would affect a curse like Mahito. It was as if he had submerged the curse into a sensory deprivation chamber, he couldn’t see and it simultaneously felt like he was floating and like he was being touched all over.

The second talisman made Mahito unable to move, his body frozen unless Kenjaku moved him. Paired with the first, this one did lessen Mahito’s whole body sensation, now making him feel more like he was surrounded by water. The inability to move or properly feel anything had Mahito so discombobulated that mentally, the curse felt like he was on the verge of passing out. Kenjaku said it would take a while for a curse like him to take serious damage from these, a part of Mahito’s mind was certain that this was the end for him.

Taking advantage of Mahito’s current state, Kenjaku leaned forward and kissed his unmoving lips. Tongue delving briefly into the curse’s forced open mouth.

“I don’t know if you can still hear me, but this will only take but a few moments. You usually finish quickly and I just want to see how that translates to being manually subdued,” Kenjaku didn’t bother trying to make himself sound seductive. He truly was curious about the curse’s bodily reactions, and since Mahito always reacted so strongly to sexual stimuli, of course that was the best course of action.

Mahito could barely hear Kenjaku, but had no way of acknowledging him. The man’s words sounded like he was speaking at a normal volume from twenty feet away. Normally Mahito didn’t mind participating in whatever experiments Kenjaku had in mind, but he wanted nothing more than for this to be over.

Kenjaku’s hands moved straight to the curse’s crotch, unzipping the pants quickly and pulling them down just enough to free his cock. Situating himself on his knees, Kenjaku stroked the flaccid cock in his hands until it started to grow. It seemed like Mahito could still react to stimuli, but only on an involuntary level.

“Try to remember what this feels like, I’ll have questions for you afterwards,” Kenjaku stated, his curiosity sounded purely analytical. As if he was doing some normal kind of research and not on his knees with a cock in his hands.

Leaning forward, Kenjaku took Mahito’s semi hard cock into his mouth, sucking at the hot flesh. He could feel Mahito grow harder in his mouth, turning the mouthful into something that pressed into the back of his throat.

While he normally loved hearing Mahito’s reactions, the gasps and lewd moaning, it was fun in this moment to know how helpless the curse was. Even if he normally could easily overpower the curse, to have him reduced to an unmoving doll made Kenjaku more eager than before.

Kenjaku pulled Mahito’s cock out of his mouth once it was fully hard, sucking at just the sensitive head for a moment. Normally Mahito’s thighs trembled when he did this, so the lack of reaction made Kenjaku want to try even harder. Running his tongue up and down the underside of Mahito’s cock, Kenjaku lavished it with attention, feeling his own spit run down his chin. He didn’t care if he made a mess, he was trying to study something.

Taking Mahito’s cock back into his mouth, Kenjaku bobbed his head, sucking at the curse’s cock in earnest. Looking up he could see a line of drool slipping from Mahito’s lips, though he was unsure if that was from their kiss or not.

Though he couldn’t react, Mahito was screaming on the inside. His body still felt strange, as if he were submerged in water, but the heat of what he assumed was Kenjaku’s mouth felt so much more intense than normal. What normally felt good was amplified, with it being the only thing he could feel or focus on at the moment. If he was able, Mahito knew he would have been on the verge of tears.

Lifting one hand to hold his own hair back, not wanting to make too much of a mess of it, Kenjaku forced Mahito’s cock all the way into his mouth. Lips pressing up against Mahito’s pelvis as he tested his vessel’s gag reflex. It didn’t surprise him that there was none to be found. Kenjaku then began roughly fucking his own face on Mahito’s cock. Not caring about the soreness he was beginning to feel on the back of his throat or the spit that had gotten on his cheek.

Without warning, Mahito suddenly came, a hot release filling Kenjaku’s mouth causing him to choke on it. Recovering quickly, he sucked at Mahito’s cock now with the intention of swallowing every drop of his cum. No longer focused on anything other than not wasting a drop.

As he felt Mahito grow limp in his mouth, Kenjaku sat back. Bringing a hand up he wiped saliva off of his face. Not bothering to cover the curse’s spent cock, Kenjaku moved to sit next to him. Hands immediately moving to undo the talisman around the curse’s hands. Sitting it neatly on the table in front of them, Kenjaku felt Mahito’s body next to him convulse. Perhaps a delayed reaction to his orgasm?

Kenjaku’s hands begun to peel away at the talisman around Mahito’s head. As the seal broke and the material fell Mahito was suddenly able to feel again. He could move, use his cursed energy, and speak; for all intents and purposes, he was back to normal.

Yet for some reason as soon as the talisman blindfold came off, Mahito felt tears fall from his eyes. His body felt so energized and so drained at the same time, it was much more overwhelming than anything he’d ever felt.

Kenjaku pulled Mahito into an embrace, allowing the curse to tremble in his arms. He did have a lot of questions, but they could wait until he had calmed down. Kenjaku didn’t mind waiting, as he knew these answers would be worth more. This wasn’t something he could study often!

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A Helping Hand (Geto Suguru x Reader + Gojo Satoru)

Contains: NTR, cuckolding, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, nude photos.

Hello! Day 10 of Kinktober is NTR, which is hard for me to write bc the concept of cheating is a huuuuge squick of mine. However, the idea of Gojo wanting Geto to fuck his girlfriend the way he can't? That I can do. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain! Comment or rb if you have any thoughts!

The weight of the man on top of you was unfamiliar, yet still comfortable as he pressed hesitant kisses to your lips. You both were hesitant, movements uncertain as the kisses grew deeper. You might have been able to relax if it wasn’t for your boyfriend sitting in a chair near the bed watching.

Gojo stared at you, a look of satisfaction on his face as he watched his best friend kiss you. Geto had already removed his shirt before he climbed on top of you, his frame much bulkier than Gojo’s. Your hands explored his muscular back shyly, as if you didn’t want to get carried away. He felt tense beneath your hands, almost as if he was as unsure about this as you were. You were both here because you loved Gojo enough to fulfill a fantasy he’d been talking about for quite some time.

Geto’s tongue slipping into your mouth brought you away from your thoughts of Gojo and back to the body pressing into yours. Geto’s kisses were slower than Gojo’s, they somehow felt more intimate. Maybe it was the way his tongue rubbed against yours, twinning the wet muscles together instead of trying to overwhelm you. You moaned into the deep kiss, it felt much better than you thought a kiss would.

Adjusting his body, Geto placed his thigh in between your legs, pressing up against your clothed arousal. Guilt threatened to wash over you as you felt the urge to grind against his thigh. Breaking the kiss, you turned to look at Gojo. Your movements invited Geto to kiss and suck along your neck, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

Gojo’s bright eyes watched as his hand palmed his cock through his pants. You had never seen him look so attentive as he did in that moment.

“Does he feel good?” Gojo asked, words pulling you further out of your moment with Geto. Upon hearing Gojo speak, Geto bit down on your neck, harshly sucking a mark into the skin. You gasped, hand flying up to tug at Geto’s long hair, a motion that drew a moan from him that you felt vibrate your neck. This was for him, and if he was happy, you needed to focus on enjoying yourself too.

You nodded, watching a smirk form on Gojo’s face before you looked back at Geto. Your hands urged his face up and out of your neck. Leaning forward you kissed Geto with as much passion as he had kissed you moments before, your tongue rubbing against his eagerly.

The flash from a camera was sudden, your eyes widening and meeting Geto’s equally surprised eyes as you continued to kiss. Gojo had mentioned that he might take a few pictures, but you had expected him to warn you first. It was somewhat a relief to see that Geto was just as surprised as you were, though. Something about it made what you were doing more comfortable, the fact that you were both uncertain.

The urge to reassure Geto rushed through you, you did care about him and if he really was as stressed as you had been before looking to Gojo for reassurance, it felt like the right thing to do.

Pulling his hair, you moved him back far enough for you to sit up. Not completely, just so you had enough space to pull your shirt off. He leaned back anyway, sitting back on his calves as you undressed yourself. The look in Geto’s eyes was growing more lustful the more clothing you took off. Quickly you stripped yourself of your bra as well before putting your arms around his neck and pulling him back down on top of you.

This kiss was much more heated than the last, the soft edge still there but it was giving way to a messy, frantic kiss. The feeling of his warm skin on yours made more than just your face flush, you could feel a heat growing in your stomach as his hand drifted down to your side. Geto’s large hand gripped your flesh, squeezing you before sliding up to cup your breast.

Another flash of light as Geto’s fingers brushed across your nipples. It was easier to ignore this time as you moaned around the tongue in your mouth, sucking at the muscle which made Geto moan as well. This time he broke the kiss, trailing them down your neck and to your breasts as he kissed your chest. Geto kept toying with your breast in his hand while kissing down to take your other nipple into his mouth.

Geto’s eyes stared straight into yours as he teased the sensitive nub with his tongue. The heat in his stare made you want to look away, to look to Gojo for some form of comfort, because the feelings bubbling up inside you were pure lust for the man on top of you. You didn’t feel obligated to let him continue because you knew it was what Gojo wanted. You wanted Geto to keep going and fuck you into the mattress. The desire you had felt burning for Geto in the back of your mind had now grown into a boiling pot that was getting closer to spilling over each time your eyes met.

“Please, Suguru, please more,” You begged, not entirely sure what you were wanting other than more from the man on top of you. Your boyfriend's best friend. You could feel his nails digging into your skin at your words, he nipped at your breast lightly before trying to figure out what you wanted for you.

Geto knew what you wanted though, he also knew he would do whatever he needed to do to get you to say his name like that again. He kissed down your stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts before tugging them down slowly. Geto pressed a kiss to your hips before he moved himself further down the bed, coming to rest comfortably between your legs. In one smooth motion he lifted your legs into the air, slipping off your shorts and flinging them across the room.

“Please Suguru, give my girl more,” Gojo’s teasing voice made you jump. It wasn’t that you had forgotten he was there, but more that you had gotten lost in the way Geto touched you. You also felt Geto’s hands freeze on your thighs, but only for a moment. It seemed the two of you had gotten a little carried away for a bit.

Either upon Gojo’s urging or your’s, Geto spread your legs again, nestling himself between them. You wanted to shy away, to hide yourself, but Geto’s strong hands held your thighs still. You could feel just how wet you were without him saying anything. You felt more sensitive than normal, even his fingers pressing into the meat of your thighs made the heat in your stomach churn.

Without warning, you felt Geto’s tongue slip between your folds. You choked on the moan he’d pulled from you as he licked his way around your soaking wet pussy. Geto’s tongue quickly found the hard bud of your clit, lavishing it with attention. Tongue circling it before he sucked it between his lips, tongue rubbing against the tip of it as he sucked.

Geto ate you out with a desperation Gojo never had. He’d gone down on you before sure, but only for a little. It was as if Geto was a man dying of thirst and your pussy was the oasis he needed to quench it.

Embarrassingly, the only sound you could hear over your own moans and whimpers was the lewd sounds of Geto eating you out. It felt so good you almost didn’t notice, but you could hear each suck as he savored your taste. If it didn’t feel so amazing, you knew you’d push him away.

“Damn I didn’t realize you liked that so much, you’ve never been that loud for me,” Gojo said. You almost felt bad, looking over at him to see if he was upset. All it took was one glance to see that he was more than fine. Gojo had taken his cock out of his pants and was slowly stroking it.

It surprised you how much more hot you felt seeing Gojo touch himself to this. To the sight of his best friend eating you out better than he ever had.

With one last harsh suck to your clit, Geto pulled away, kissing at your plush thighs. Looking back down at him you could see his chin glistening with your juices. Geto smiled at you, a predatory smile that promised even more. You already felt overwhelmed with pleasure, what more could he give you?

“She’s going to be even louder when I get my cock inside her,” Geto’s voice dripping with lust surprised you. He hadn’t spoken since you started, so to hear his pleasant voice in such an aroused tone made chills run down your spine.

You heard Gojo chuckle, but chose to ignore it in favor of focusing on Geto. You watched, transfixed as Geto unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down far enough so you could see his thick cock and heavy balls. The size surprised you, you hadn’t expected him to be so big and thick. It wasn’t that Gojo was small, more on the average size however, he had always felt nice inside of you.

If he felt nice though, just how good would Geto’s thick cock feel?

“Just look at her face, she hasn’t even felt you yet and she already looks like she’s begging for it,” Gojo teased you again. He wasn’t wrong though, you wanted nothing more in this moment than to have Geto fill you up. You weren’t even sure if it would fit easily, but you didn’t want to waste any more time just staring at him.

Gojo’s teasing did make your cheeks flush more, part of you still didn’t entirely want to admit just how much you wanted his best friend. That feeling was pushed far down though, drowned by the intense desire you felt for him boiling inside of you.

Hooking your legs behind Geto’s, you pulled him closer. You didn’t want to wait any longer, he’d brought you so close with his tongue only to stop right before you were about to hit your peak. Geto braced himself by holding onto your thighs, keeping you from pulling him all the way down.

Geto stared down at you for a moment, as if he were trying to figure something out in his mind. Glancing over at Gojo, something seemed to click in his head. Grabbing your hips, Geto adjusted your body, positioning you so that it was easier for Gojo to see. He spread your legs, pushing one off the side of the bed and back in a way that you knew Gojo would be able to watch his cock fucking into you. You could already feel your pussy clenching in anticipation, the fact that Gojo was watching was no longer a bother to you.

It seemed like Geto was almost as impatient as you were, you felt him rubbing the head of his thick cock through your wet folds. The sensation of the blunt head rubbing up against your already sensitive clit made your thighs shake.

Geto pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, slowly pushing inside before stopping. Even the tip felt bigger than it looked, you wondered how he would fit inside you. Looking up you noticed he wasn’t looking at you though, his eyes trained on Gojo as he paused. Another flash as Gojo took a photo, after that Geto started to press further inside you.

The stretch of Geto’s cock was overwhelming, even with how wet he had made you. You were sure you’d never had something so thick inside of you before. It was a blessing that Geto was being so gently with you, Gojo was always so eager to fuck you that he would just slam into you without a care. With a cock like Geto’s though, you supposed he could hurt you if he did that.

Part of you was relieved when you felt him bottom out, his balls resting against your ass. It felt like you were being split in half, you were already gasping for air at him just pressing inside of you for the first time.

The hand that wasn’t holding you open for Gojo to watch slipped down between your legs, his thumb gently rubbing your clit.

“You’re so tight, it’s not too much is it? I know Satoru doesn’t fill you up like this,” As Geto spoke, he slowly started to thrust, it was like you could feel every vein on his thick cock as he pulled out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, knowing he was right. Gojo felt nice but he could never make you feel this full.

Turning to look at Gojo, you noticed his face looked almost as flushed as yours. His hand on his cock moving quickly, his eyes focused intently on watching Geto’s cock fuck its way into your tight pussy. It was like you were seeing something he wasn’t intending to show, even if he was the one watching you get fucked.

Geto’s cock pressed all the way inside you again and you turned your attention back to him, well as much of it as you could. It was so hard for you to think as Geto finally started fucking into you. His thrusts deep as he slowly increased his speed.

Another flash gave you a better look at Geto’s face, twisted in pleasure as he steadily increased the pace. Every thrust had his cock dragging against the spot inside you that Gojo struggled to hit. Geto’s cock rubbed against it, pushing past it and filling you so completely you wondered if he was going to split you in half.

Each thrust made a loud moan spill from your lips, not to mention the way Geto’s thumb on your clit felt. You hadn’t realized it could feel this good to be fucked like this. You wrapped your leg that wasn’t being held off the bed around Geto’s waist, as if to keep him inside you more. It felt so good to have his cock buried inside of you.

Geto moaned as your leg hooked around his waist, he couldn’t believe just how good your pussy felt around his cock. You felt so tight but it was as if he filled you up just right, like you were made to be fucked by him.

He could feel your pussy squeezing him, as if it were trying to milk him dry. It felt like your body was just begging him to release deep inside of you. Geto’s thrusts became uneven as he began to fuck into you faster, the drive for pleasure overtaking his focus on making sure he didn’t hurt you.

The rapid thrusts did nothing but push you closer to the edge, the punishing pace he had set made you see stars as your eyes rolled back. You couldn’t even keep focus on him anymore as your body was overtaken by just how good Geto fucked you.

“I need you to cum inside her for me, Suguru,” Gojo’s voice barely registered in your mind. You could hear him, but you didn’t understand what he was saying. His words must have meant something to Geto though because you felt his hips stutter inside of you. Fucking into you faster and harder than he had before.

Geto’s pressed harshly into your clit, his gentle movements becoming violent as he pushed you into overstimulation. It was all too much for you, the harsh thrusting paired with his focus on your clit, you felt a dam burst inside of you as you came.

That was all Geto needed, the way your pussy convulsed around him as you reached your orgasm, how desperate you sounded moaning and babbling his name over and over. Geto buried his cock all of the way inside you before releasing, slowly he thrusted, fucking you through your shared orgasm.

Geto’s thrusts slowed, looking down as he slowly pulled his cock out he could see the mix of your release spilling out of you. Another, final flash filled the room, making Geto turn his attention to Gojo once again. If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you would have noticed as well, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than how hard you had just came.

Gojo’s heavy breathing was the first thing Geto noticed, the second being his cum covered hand. It seems he truly had enjoyed this more than either of you thought he would.

“I hope this is something you two want to try again,” Gojo stated, sounding almost as tired as the two of you looked.

#jjk #jjk x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou smut #geto x reader

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Mother's Milk (Kaorijaku)

Contains: Lactation, breastfeeding, Kenjaku in Kaori's body, Yuuji is there but he is a baby, masturbation, she/her pronouns for Kenjaku.

Day 9 of kinktober was lactation and you know I have thoughts about Kenjaku lactating. Unsure how I got to this train of thought though, its rather short and sweet, but hopefully not too strange and offputting. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comments and rbs are always welcome!

Kenjaku knew in the grand scheme of things that there were many things she still hadn’t experienced. Despite living for a thousand years and taking many different forms over those years, this was something new to her.

The body of Kaori Itadori was one that had fallen into her lap, opening up a world of possibilities. It hadn’t taken much to sway Jin Itadori into believing that he was just lucky and that his wife hadn’t died. Kaori’s ‘near’ death experience gave her an easy answer for the stitching on her forehead as well. She was thankful for such a delusionally devoted husband.

Kenjaku sat on the edge of the bed she shared with Jin, their son,Yuuji sleeping peacefully in his crib a few feet away. Fortunately, Jin and his father had already gone off to work for the day, leaving her alone to do as she pleased. Kenjaku enjoyed being a stay at home mother more than she had anticipated.

She supposed it helped that Yuuji was such a good baby, surprisingly quiet unless you were playing with him. It seemed like the child had taken more of his father’s demeanor than hers, which, in the long run, was probably a good thing.

Today the only thing she had planned was to get some research done, looking into possible locations of the prison realm she desperately wanted to acquire. It would be some time before she needed to use it, but it would be integral to her plans. It was hard to get any research done with Wasuke around so she tried to take care of that while he was working.

Lucky for her, the library nearby had a daycare where you could leave your child while you visited. The internet had been very helpful to her so far in trying to locate things, as long as she was careful not to leave too much of a trace. No one had batted an eye yet at the name Kaori Itadori popping up on forums frequented by sorcerers and curse users.

Kenjaku needed to get ready to leave soon, it was important that she and the child were both home by the time Jin was.

The reason she hadn’t gotten started with her day however, was a different issue. Kenjaku had used a woman’s body before, but there was something about Kaori’s body that he hadn’t expected. Her breasts were swollen at the moment, full of milk ready to be fed to the sleeping boy nearby.

Reaching her hands up, Kenjaku parted the robe she was wearing to cup the soft flesh of her breasts. They felt heavy in her hands, as if they were ready to burst. The tips of her fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples, a soft gasp leaving her lips at the feeling. Never had she expected breastfeeding would invoke such pleasurable feelings, she could already feel herself becoming aroused.

It had become routine for her to feed Yuuji and then get off before starting with her day. She could go without it, of course, but there was no reason to not indulge as far as she saw things. Kenjaku knew she wouldn’t be in this body for much longer, so why not take in all the sensitivity that came with her unique situation?

Shaking the oddly contemplative thoughts out of her head, she stood, making her way to the sleeping child in the crib. Yuuji wasn’t asleep as she’d expected him to be, he was simply staring up at her quietly. Gently, Kenjaku picked him up before taking a couple more steps back to the bed she’d previously sat on.

It didn’t take long for Kenjaku to situate herself comfortably, cradling Yuuji in a way that allowed him to suckle at her breast. He latched on quickly, a small gasp leaving Kenjaku’s lips at the sensation. The feeling was always strange, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that happened to arouse her more than she expected. Kenjaku wasn’t sure if this was entirely normal or if Kaori’s body was just more sensitive than others.

As the child continued to suck Kenjaku bit her lip, not wanting to make any noises to disrupt him. The relief from having her swollen breast emptied was also a nice feeling, at least for the one he was sucking on. The hand that wasn’t cradling Yuuji rose to tease the nipple that wasn’t in use.

Rolling the nipple between her fingers, Kenjaku could feel some milk leaking out onto her hand. It felt warm against her cool skin. Not wanting to waste anymore, she stopped, bringing the wet finger up to her mouth and licking the milk off of her hand. Rubbing her thighs together, she tried to ignore her arousal for the time being.

The taste on her tongue was strange, not entirely unpleasant, but not something she would seek out. The way Yuuji sucked at her breast though, it was as if it was the sweetest nectar. Though to him it was, Kenjaku thought.

A wet popping sound met her ears as she pulled him off of her breast. It was no longer sore, but her other nipple was leaking, begging to be suckled on. Kenjaku moved Yuuji, making sure he was comfortable as she positioned him to drink from the other side.

He didn’t need much urging, Yuuji was a very hungry baby. Latching onto Kenjaku’s other nipple, she couldn’t quite keep in the soft moan that left her lips this time. The child’s harsh suckling quickly brought more relief, along with another wave of pleasure. Kenjaku reached up, covering her mouth as a way to keep any other sounds in.

Kenjaku looked down, watching the child feed. His pink hair looked soft and in need of a brushing, it reminded her of Jin’s. Along with Jin’s pleasant disposition, Kenjaku was glad Yuuji looked so much like him already. The pink hair against her skin made Kenajku wonder if she could convince Jin to try drinking from her breasts. Now that she’d given birth there was no real reason for her to have sex with Jin, but she had to admit she liked the desperation with which he fucked her.

Perhaps it's something she would try later tonight, the idea of him drinking from her while she rode him filled Kenjaku with want. She hoped Yuuji would finish soon, as the pleasure from his feeding and her thoughts alone had gotten her more worked up than they had before.

She could already feel a wetness coating her thighs, even without touching herself. It wouldn’t take much today, Kenjaku thought.

As Yuuji’s sucking slowed, Kenjaku lifted the child from her breast. Soreness from being full gone now, she held the child against her shoulder patting him on the back while she impatiently waited for him to burp. Fortunately it wasn’t long before that was taken care of. Kenjaku quickly moved to sit the child back in his crib, there were small toys in there she knew he was more than capable of occupying himself with for a moment.

Laying back down on the bed, Kenjaku propped herself up against the pillows. Hand quickly slipped between her legs while the other teased her nipple again. Wet with milk and saliva, it made the sensation of her fingers feel different, more arousing somehow.

Not bothering to tease herself any longer, Kenjaku used two fingers to circle her clit. Finally feeling comfortable enough to let the moans she’d been holding back out. Her hand was soaked, fingers covered in her juices after just a moment because she’d been that worked up. Kenjaku’s legs twitched at how sensitive she was, her teasing from both hands sending waves of electric heat through her body.

Leaving her thumb to rub her clit, Kenjaku dipped a finger inside herself, not enough to fuck herself but just enough to feel some pressure at her entrance. At the same time, the hand on Kenjaku’s breast pinched at the nipple, milk again squirting out to trickle down her arm. The harsh movement of her thumb paired with the fingers dipping inside was just enough to push Kenjaku over the edge.

Kenjaku moaned as she rubbed herself through orgasm, body convulsing from the stimulation. As she lay there for a moment, recuperating, Kenjaku brought both hands up to her lips. The taste of her own release mixed with her milk was strange, the differing consistencies on her tongue at the same time confusing.

It was to be savored, however. Everything about this body and these strange new experience was to be etched into Kenjaku’s mind forever.

#kenjaku #kaori itadori #kenjaku smut #jjk smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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