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False Alarm // Kenjaku x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: He never smoked. But then again, he lost himself along the way.

Warnings: noncon/ hesitantly dubcon, sex, fingering, smoking, signs of panic attack, degradation, violence, deception, humiliation.. Kenny stuff. (don't hate me, Kenny is the perf man for dark concepts)

The last time you saw him was in 2007. He seemed narcotized, sedated for some time, looking like he woke up and slept -if he ever slept- out of necessity, his lips on yours felt foreign and a burden would always accompany him. You hadn’t ever asked, what would you even say “Hey, is everything alright?’’ and what was he supposed to answer? ‘’Yes, everything’s fine’’. Not like it’d be the truth anyways. The last night you saw him was in 2007.

It was around 3AM when he entered the bedroom, smoke filled the room as you looked at him. He never smoked, apart from some earlier mischief with his best friend as he sat next to you.

‘’Have you been smoking?’’ you quietly asked him as he sighed.

‘’Yes, had to give Shoko my lighter today and figured I might as well have one myself’’

He spoke so calmly, like everything was alright, like everything was like before.

The next day you woke up in an empty bed with a lighter to your nightstand. There was no letter or note as he exited your life and never came back.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know. He never intended to hide his actions, never once tried to stay undercover, intentions loud and clear and if you weren’t to find out from various newspapers and media outlets covering the crimes, a visit from his best friend would suffice. You hadn’t reacted much really, usually pain hit when you least expected it, not when Gojo would list you the heinous crimes but when you were in the snack aisle holding your groceries and saw his favorite crackers, silly things really. Ache was a funny thing.

10 years went by and your routine had not once diverted, home, work, home. Most of your friends stopped contacting you for a night out, seeing how you’d decline each and every time and you didn’t really blame them. They most likely wouldn’t understand. The door was unlocked when you entered the apartment floor and your heart sank. A domestic burglary was the last thing you wanted, shit, you didn’t even care about any belongings, his lighter was always with you and there were no prized possessions in the once shared apartment. But you were exhausted.

A figure stood facing the window next to the bed, wearing what seemed like a kimono over a robe that people 2500 years ago wore and sandals– enjoying a cigarette as you froze.

‘’W-what are you doing here?’’ you asked, fear stricken and ready to dial the emergency number when your heart skipped a bit.

The figure had his hair, what was going on?

‘’Did you miss me?’’ a soft honeyed voice that made your skin crawl said as Suguru turned to look at you. Your eyes widened and you backtracked, colliding with the wall behind you as you dropped the bag you were holding and screamed.

‘’Who the fuck are you?’’ you yelled as you saw a line of stitches sloppily circle around what used to be your lover’s forehead. He had his hooded eyes and smile but you knew better. Whoever this freak was could never imitate the laced with care and love words that escaped Suguru’s mouth. Before he left. Before–

‘’What the fuck do you want? What the hell did you do to him?’’ you spat, the more you talked, the more a sarcastic smile crept up his mouth, deforming what used to be the prettiest smile in the world.

‘’I wouldn’t call if I were you’’ he inhaled a puff and tossed the cigarette mindlessly out the window, as he approached you.

Your hands were frozen, you wouldn’t have been able to dial anyone either way, when he spoke again.

‘’Funny things, the memories, aren’t they? I had this feeling today you know..’’

‘’Where is he?’’ you cried, as he sighed.

‘’Please don’t interrupt me, he’s dead, what do you mean where is he? As I was saying..’’

His words made your knees sting, as you fell to the floor, choking on a cry, it wasn’t like you didn't try to register his death, but the spitting image ahead of you felt like you were atoning for sins you never committed. It was too much, too painful, too–

‘’I had this, let's call it.. innate feeling to smoke today.. and visit you. Matter of fact, my feet dragged me all the way here so I was curious to see what the fuss was all about.’’ he spoke. You didn’t understand a word but wished for the nightmare to end as you closed your eyes.

‘’Yeah.. I kind of get it now.. you look nice after all. Do you smoke?’’ he asked, bringing himself even closer, the apartment was small and he had you touching the wall, the shadow of his Kāṣāya casting a dark light in front of you.

‘’I- i don’t smoke’’ you cried and continued ‘’p-please, leave..’’ not bothering to look in his eyes, these eyes that used to make love to you, hug you and gently wash your hair, bring you tea in the morning, wrap around your waist–

‘’Oh, that’s too bad’’ he whispered, smirking as he noticed your bowed head.

‘’Mind looking up?’’ he asked but didn’t really wait to bring his finger, a cold sensation against your chin and lift it to look at him.

‘’Be honest. Isn’t this my best work?’’ he said as your eyes trembled, tears running down your cheeks and your heart beating out of your chest, the emotions creating a bile at the back of your throat.

‘’Would you kiss me?’’ he asked rhetorically, it wasn’t like he cared about your opinion, it was more like he was asking himself, experimenting whichever torture he had in mind as you sniffed and felt a strong hand travel down your neck, pinning you to the wall.

‘’Well.. it doesn’t matter really, cause you wil now.’’ he said as his mouth attached to yours. Soft lips. Same feeling. The memories. Your lips parted to cry and he squeezed the sides of your neck, blocking the air and sliding his tongue in your mouth.

This wasn’t Suguru and you weren’t supposed to be kissing him. This wasn’t his hair, his mouth, his eyes albeit your heart racing and a known sensation flooding your chest. His breath was hot as he growled and you squirmed, tears soaking him.

‘’S-stop’’ you whined, thinking back to all the times you thought Suguru leaving you, abandoning you was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. This couldn’t even be compared. This was living hell.

‘’P-please I- i will not tell anyone, I-I’ll do whatever you want me to do– just–’’

‘’Then be silent cause you will be doing what I want regardless’’ he smiled, the same sinister smile and you started breathing heavily, shit, this wasn’t good, this always signaled a panic attack. You had these more frequently than before. Ever since he left. You started sweating, feeling chills, particularly in your arms as you struggled to breathe.

Two strong arms cupped your face and turned it upwards.

‘’Shh.. darling I’m right here’’ the idol of the man you used to love gently whispered as you looked in the dead eyes in front of you. The voice honeyed and soft as the words he purred soothed you and you closed your eyes.

‘’Come here’’ he said and brought your body close to his, embracing your trembling limbs as you sighed, the danger having left -your heart beating irregularly nonetheless.

‘’Good’’ he said as he took a deep breath.

‘’Now let’s continue’’

A finger was brought up against your entrance as the intruder’s body hovered above you. You were moved (thrown) to the bed, begging in silent whispers for him to leave, for the torture to end but to no avail. He was kissing you, kissing you with his tongue leaving a saliva string each time you opened your mouth to protest, beg, promise to do anything but this but he’d had enough, he loved a good theater act but pretending to be him to calm you down just so he could fuck you had wasted his a lot of his time.

He caressed your core through your panties, your dress was lifted up as he slid them to the side, trailing two fingers against the folds, you had been fighting the feeling, fighting for your body not to betray you, fighting for your eyes to not involuntarily close each time his disgusting mouth kissed you. Whenever you closed them, you thought of him, the mouth felt all too familiar and you couldn't help it. Fluids smudged the fabric and fell down his fingers as he smirked.

‘’Such a good girl, no need for me to help a lot here I see.’’ his wicked grin caused you to scream, shit, maybe if you cried for help someone would listen, someone could save–

A slap took your breath away, vicious and hard as your cheek burned from the pain.

‘’Be quiet pretty, I don’t have all day’’ he said fondling your cunt and pushing the fingers inside you as you tried your best not to moan.

‘’Please!! ugh Stop!’’ you wailed but he was moving them harshly inside you, squelching sounds from the contact almost covered up the noise you made.

‘’So..so filthy and wet, fuck, what would your boyfriend say seeing you soaking someone else’s hand, huh? Disgusting..’’ he spoke with disdain as you cried and tried to not feel the guilty pleasure that took over your core.

‘’I think we’re good now, don’t you think?’’ he said as he got off you, your eyes trying to look around for exits while trying to have him within your peripherals.

You could escape, you could leave, right?

The moment your body dared to stand up while he was taking off his kimono, you were thrown back to bed, head crashing against the steel of the bed frame as a sharp pain made you wince, almost losing eyesight.

Yet..he continued.

‘’Don’t be that dumb, please’’ he sighed as his cock was brought out, stiff and long, sitting upright on his abdomen, as the tip leaked his precum, a revolting sight but his body reminiscent of Suguru’s made your heart flutter.

The paranoia of the predicament messed you up, it felt like a torture, a dichotomy between love and hate, you wanted to spit on him, kick him and escape, hell, you wanted to slash his throat but each time your gaze was brought to his sinister stitches, the reminiscent features made you ache, sob and long for the all too familiar face.

‘’Get off m-me, please’’ you cried as he parted your legs and brushed his slit against your cunt, tapping it against the tiny nub of your clit while a moan escaped your lips and you brought your hands to your mouth.

‘’Stop!’’ you pleaded, the feeling there not aligning with the disgust in your mind but he continued.

‘’I love it when you beg, you look so pretty’’ he softly whispered as his cockhead thrusted swiftly in your trembling cunt, jerking and making your already aching head hurt even more.

The sensation was overwhelming as his weight fell on you, cock stayed within your walls for a couple of seconds before he grabbed your hands to get them off your mouth.

‘’Now, you don’t wanna be silent, do ya? This is the best part!’’ his eyes gleamed as his stiff cock slid in and out of you fast and he groaned.

‘’Fuck, I can see why he loved you so much, taking me as if we were meant to be..’’ he said as you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the stinging pain, not in your core, in your chest.

‘’I want to hear you, come on girl, moan for me I know you want it’’ he rammed in you, as you let out a loud moan, teardrops falling off your eyelashes to the bed as he tilted his hips into you, it was too much.

‘’P-please’’ you begged and he continued, a finger against your swollen clit rubbing in circular motions but his pace never faltering, as your cunt squeezed him in, clenching tightly around him.

‘’Shit, little slut’s enjoying herself?’’ he hissed and you cried.

‘’S-suguru.. s-stop, please agh I - I love you’’ you called out your past lover’s name as he laughed.

‘’Stop calling for your dead man, he’s not coming back, silly’’ he snarled, thrusting upwards, groping your chest as you withered under him, what felt like an orgasm slowly threatening to come out your tormented body. Your head hurt and eyes felt dry with no more tears left as you now only used broken words for help.

‘’S-stop I- I- ugh–’’ you mewled as your cunt spasmed.

‘’Come on this cock– shit, be a good slut for your boyfriend, sweetheart’’ he groaned, feeling himself close, the sight of your hands trying to throw him off arousing him even more, such a cute little thing you were, he didn’t wonder why he liked you.

‘’S-suguru–’’ was all you said as you came undone on the man’s cock, your clit twitching and core releasing fluids on him as he continued, like an animal with crazed eyes and a gaping mouth, a proud look on his face.

‘’S-so filthy doll, he'd– agh.. be so proud..’’ he grunted and you felt a palm grabbing your neck and choking you with a firm grip, so not to moan or cry anymore. He came in long spurts, shooting his cum inside you and praising you further. The foreign sensation stirred your insides.

You were still unable to breathe as you felt him soften and the sickening palm was removed from your marked neck when he idly got up.

He grabbed a cigarette pack from a tailored pocket in his kimono and moved to the window while you were left in a puddle of bodily fluids, trembling and feeling the metallic taste of blood run down your face.

‘’W-why did you come here?’’ you managed, voice hoarse as he turned around.

‘’I felt like having a smoke.’’ he replied. His face despite the wickedness looked serene, eyes crinkled similarly to his, as he smiled and continued.

‘’Could I have my lighter please?’’

#kenjaku's dialouge was so so so good i love how you portrayed him here #and the pacing / atmosphere were on point #thank you for the food #kenny ♡#fics ♡#smut ♡#tw dubcon #tw noncon #dark content ♡

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