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“Say ahh !” A spoon of warm and hearty rice porridge quivered, held up by a delicate but calloused hand, hovered in front of a haggard, deeply scowling face. Earnest eyes behind half-framed spectacles watched expectantly at the patient.
“I am not a child or an invalid!” An elderly and bedridden Itadori Wasuke grumbled loudly.
He had just finished a minor procedure and his beloved son, Itadori Jin was attempting unsuccessfully to nourish him. Most of the porridge seemed to have ended up on the overbed table rather than the recovering man's stomach. This was not due to any tantrum on the patient's part but his son's out-of-the-norm clumsiness. Jin could have been mistaken for the infirmed instead of his father with his wobbly arms, feverishly flushed face, and breathlessness as he fidgeted on his seat periodically.
“Father, stop being so stubborn.” Jin rebuked with a soft, hot huff. He placed the spoon back in the once warm bowl.
The lean pink-haired man grabbed ahold of his father's wrinkled hands, warming them up with his hot and sweat-stricken hands. “You need to recover fast, the children are waiting at home for you." He pleads with his hazy and teary eyes.
"They miss you so much… and so do I ," He cajoles with his breathy, heady voice. Sweat beaded on his forehead and red splotches darkened across his cheeks and nose. Itadori Jin made for an alluring sight for anyone unused to this spectacle.
"Yuuji has been hard at work cleaning your room every day, and we have been practising your favourite dishes," he cries out with his mouth wet with saliva. His lean body trembled as he gripped his father's hands tighter, a tear breaking away from his dazed and watery eyes, spectacles fogging from the heat of his breaths, "Choso even took time to create a recovery plan just for you based on his mentor's advice…"
While Itadori Wasuke was no stranger to his offspring's maudlin yet strangely erotic behaviour, the heavy hand of guilt still struck him. He was just about to accede to Jin's pleas and eat the bland tasteless food incomparable to his son's and youngest grandson's culinary arts when-
"...and Eso is designing new clothes for you with Kechizu to commemorate your release!"
"I don't need those strips of cloth he calls clothes!!" Wasuke yelled with great irritation and broke out of Jin's firm grip, nearly upending the table. He grabbed the spoon and chomped down on a large bite in protest, splattering more white gruel on the surroundings and his son's face in the process.
Fuming, he continued his triage as he chewed his food. "Ban those good-for-nothings from coming here when I go! I only need you and Yuuji (and maybe Choso) here.”
“Stop cursing yourself, father," Jin admonished as he licked the sticky fluids sprayed on him, wiping what he couldn't reach with his long sleeves, hints of red marks on his wrists peeking through. "You still have many long years ahead and all the boys see you as their Jiijii . We are your family and won't leave you alone."
Wasuke scoffed as he shoveled spoonfuls of porridge in his mouth.
“Sukuna is just at the age where he thinks it's uncool to show affection, he didn't even let me give him a kiss this morning," Wasuke's eldest son continued with his pacification although his eyes watered even more at the thought of his son, Sukuna's rejection. At least, his other son, Yuuji made up for the lack of attention with his great affection. Is this how all mothers fathers feel when their nest starts so empty? Choso, Eso and Kechizu have one by one all flown off in pursuit of their passions.
"He's just going to be another delinquent, like his good-for-nothing Uncle. Why did you and Kaori even name him after that waste of space? He will turn out exactly like him - a blight on society."
"Suku- I mean, Ryoumen is not a waste-of-space and he does care about us! He even agreed to stand in for me at the parent-teacher meeting so that I could be here for your surgery.” He defended, affronted by the insults about his dearest younger brother.
“ Cheh . Don't call him brother, he’s no longer my son! He only cares for you. Too much, I say! That brat would have driven me to an early grave if he cam- koff, koff, koff !" Heaving coughs interrupted the tirade, exacerbated by his choking on the food and rising blood pressure from disparaging his hooligan son.
"Fathe- yip !" Jin stood up in alarm to attend to his father and the sudden movement seemingly paralysed him as though lightning had struck him. He bent over as he softly squealed and stiffened as shivers crawled up his petite frame. One hand came to withhold moans from his mouth as he panted heavily with drool escaping from the sides of his pouty lips. " Mmph mmph mmmmph …" The other sweaty hand fisting up near the crotch of his loose trousers as he tried to regain his composure. Thighs rubbed against each other as he squirmed. With a gasp, his shaky limbs reached out to slap lightly at his father's back before trembling to pour a glass of water. Jin bit his lips to stem the cute reactions from every movement.
In his coughing fit, Wasuke missed his son's strange reaction. With a hoarse voice, he reached out for the glass to wet his throat and asked rhetorically, "Would the school even let him in? He caused so much trouble when he was there."
At Jin's strange long pause, Wasuke looked towards Jin and his eyes narrowed suspiciously at his fidgety, breathless son. "Also, I know he doesn't do such favours out of the goodness of his heart. What did you promise him?"
Wasuke’s fierce expression softened to one of concern as his increasinglyy feverish son writhed on the hard stool. “Stop letting him take advantage of you! Look at you, you are running yourself ragged. Did you catch something? What's with those marks?”
“ haah… ha-ah... haah … We-el-l…” Jin's tongue lolled out and stuttered as he tried to grin sheepishly. He squirmed in his seat, adjusting the hospital table to cover his lap as he attempted to keep his breath steady in his reply.
(His fat and plushy butt clenched at the sudden movement from sitting to standing as the snug and tight ropes crisscrossed across his body plunged a beefy dildo deeper into him. The wet, stuffed and rosy hole stretched tightly around a beer-can sized dildo, sucking it in deeper causing the thick head to ram against his prostate.
As he patted his father’s back, the motion created a chain effect from the restraints around his wrist. The rough material teased his already swollen and sensitive nipples even more, making each pat a tingly step towards his completion. A dry orgasm. His small, purpling wet cock twitched in a valiant attempt against its inanimate captor, leaking pre-cum from the tip as he is prevented from cumming.
White fluid threatens to seep out around the plug, with some leaking out and lightly staining his thankfully dark coloured pants. His creamy soft thighs rub against the coarse ropes and fabric of his jeans, in an attempt to stop from cumming. Futilely, the action sent more sparks of pleasure travelling up his cock. He shivered as his plush cheeks tried to milk the thick, ribbed silicone intrusion in him.
Oh why did he agree to his brother's terms?)
A sleek leather dress shoe grinded down on a lit cigarette, obliterating it to ashes. The imposing, muscled man huffed his last cloud of smoke as he stride up to the gates of a sprawling land of towering pagodas and traditional buildings with wooden verandas, delicately carved with creatures of myth.
He grunt in annoyance as he cleaned out an ear, flicking away the dirt on his pinky at the well-polished circular crest which displayed the words ‘Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School’. He was disgruntled and annoyed at the cacophony of chirping crickets and other sounds of nature from the dense and thick forest that surrounded the area.
The insignificant guard at the entrance shrunk in fear as the juggernaut lazily glided past with nary a glance, his dark blazer billowing past with a stately and superior air.
The administrative staff cowered as they stumbled and stuttered the instructions and directions under the glare of a visibly irritated one-eyed man with his sleek leather eye-patch, intimidating facial tattoos and scars.
He marched through the school, with students on their cleaning duties giving him a wide berth, tittering and whispering quietly in fear the frightening man would overhear.
Why is the infamous ‘businessman’ Ryoumen Sukuna back at his alma mater? Shouldn’t he be terrorising and conquering another city to expand his underground empire?
Well-fitted dress pants framing strong, thick and defined thighs ascended up the many flights of stairs to their destination, never pausing in their strong strides. Ryoumen Sukuna, the “King of Curses” - Japan’s most ruthless Yakuza boss grumbled in irritation at the lack of visible structural changes to his old high school. What’s the point of massive donations to this elite and prestigious school catering to age-old clans and the wealthy if you still have to climb stairs?! The things he does for his cute older brother.
At the thought of his brother, his mood brightened and his menacing steps lightened, and Ryoumen was unable to stop the satisfied smirk stretching across his face. One look at the expression made any remaining students scurry to leave the vicinity, leaving the hallway of his destination empty.
As a price for coming in Jin’s stead, Ryoumen was allowed to fuck his dear onii-san raw.
His tailor pants started to get too tight as his girthy rod threatened to rise when he remembered claiming part of his reward from his ditzy brother this morning.
Ugh , he can’t wait for this parent-teacher meeting to be over.
EARLIER
“What a slut , O. Nii. San.” Ryoumen taunted as he thrust his massive cock in and out of Itadori Jin’s tight hole.
Jin whined as tears streaked down his face, his body overcame with sensations as he was unable to stop the assault. Red bindings forced his arms behind his back, as he was pinned down by his younger brother’s large hands with his cheeks pressed against the pillows. The rough plunging by his brother causes his tits to rub against the bedsheets and the coarse fibre of the ropes, increasing his sensitivity.
“Your boys are just downstairs eating their breakfast that you cooked while you’re here squealing as you milk my cock.” Ryoumen squeezed his older brother’s bouncy cheeks hard, spreading it apart as he watched the stretched bud sucked in every inch of his thick cock down to the root. “What would they think if they barged in to see their mummy being fucked by their uncle on the marital bed, huh?”
“No-o..o, I’m not… uh-uh-uh ... their mu-mm- AH ”
Smack! Ryomen Sakuna grinned when his red handprint bloomed across the jiggly cheeks, marking his claim. “Are you sure? With how your pussy is begging for my seed?” He smacked the wiggling bottom again as he thrust into the greedy hole clenching tightly around his cock.
“Yo-ou...pro-mi-sed, mmph !” Jin denied as he drooled on to the bedsheets, only able to take what his brother gave, unable to gain any momentum or traction for his tiny cock on the smooth sheets with his binded body. He was reduced to just a flesh light for his much larger younger brother.
“I didn’t think you would let me go raw . Look. Your ass doesn’t even want to let me go, it’s sucking me in!” Ryoumen dragged his rock-hard cock out of the eager boypussy, lube and cum dripping along the length.
His older brother cries out as the cock retreats slowly. When the fat and thick head nearly popped out, the insatiable hole twitched, wanting to pull back the girthy rod back into its tight passage. His own much smaller cock leaked even more.
“Is five sons not enough that you come crawling for your younger brother’s cock? I will fill your slutty hole with my cum until you become pregnant !” At that proclamation, Ryoumen plunged his fat cock back into the tiny yet still-taut hole in one swift action, ruthlessly from his tip to balls-deep.
Jin shrieked as the bulbous tip rammed against his sweet spot and his petite cock spurted out white cream. His inner muscles squelched as they tightened around the thick intrusion inside of him - squeezing and wringing huge globs of cum out. With a roar, Ryoumen jackhammered his dick in and out the milking hole as he chased after his imminent release. He grabbed a hold of Jin’s hips and slammed deep into the stuffed hole as he emptied his large and overflowing load fully into his older brother.
Barely catching a breath after his orgasm, Ryoumen slid his dick out from his brother and fresh cum slowly dripped out of his brother’s used hole as Jin flopped tiredly down on the bed with Ryoumen no longer holding him up.
Jin dazedly stared off into space as his brother loosened the bindings around his arms. Ryoumen kindly massaged them to regain some circulation and cooed at his older brother.
“This is enough for meeting the twin’s teacher later…?” Jin mumbled as Ryoumen maneuvered him around. Just as Jin was about to doze off, he yelped as a cool and wide rod plunged back into his leaking hole, plugging the volume of fresh, warm cum back into his fluttering hole. He looked back sharply at his younger brother.
“Brother, I think I need a little more incentive.” The yakuza smugly smirked as he brandished the used ropes again and loomed over his quivering brother.
After one of the many explosive fights between him and his old man over his less than legal calling, Ryoumen Sukuna left to make a successful killing as a Yakuza as he built up his organisation - the Malevolent Shrine . While he couldn’t care less about his father, he dropped his surname “Itadori” for the safety of his beloved and sweet older brother who had cried so prettily and pleaded with Ryoumen to not leave.
Ryoumen was glad he kept close tabs on his brother and swooped in at the first opportunity to reconnect and rekindle his loving relationship with Itadori Jin after that bitch died of brain cancer, leaving his dear brother a helpless widow and struggling with the medical bills incurred by Kaori and Wasuke on top of the costly price of raising his five sons. “Struggling” only because Ryoumen willed it. It was not easy per se to rid Jin of his life savings and insurance after the death of his wife, but through many obstructions and criminal activities, Ryoumen was able to drive his odd-jobs brother Jin to his wits’ end, creating the perfect scenario for him to play the caring and generous younger brother, Jin’s salvation - saving his brother from his woes.
Itadori Kaori nee Noritoshi was a force to reckon with, in sickness, in health and even death. A high-flying righteous lawyer who met her dear second husband working as a waiter at an upscale restaurant, she was a powerful and dominant woman in her own right. Ryoumen tried many strategies to get rid of her but her penchant for good shone through with nothing he could do to incriminate or get rid of her.
Besides her first failed marriage resulting in 3 kids and the strange disappearence of her ex, her only other dirty secret and the reason for the many failed ‘ accidents ’ that Ryoumen concocted was all due to her father’s powerful reach, rivalling that of the Malevolent Shrine ’s. Her family may have been quietly disowned by the famed, righteous and prestigious Noritoshi clan, but she is still the beloved daughter of Noritoshi Kamo, a philanthropist, Nobel-prize scientist and purveyor of fine arts, who is also well-known in the shadows as Kenjaku - a cruel scientist known for his unethical human experiments called Cursed Womb: Death Paintings and who self-made his fortune with black market organ trade.
Although willingly estranged from her father to pursue the path of light, Kenjaku nonetheless made sure no harm fell on his beloved daughter. Unfortunately, even his knowledge was unable to save his daughter from the tenacious grips of cancer and Ryoumen’s machinations ensured that Kenjaku’s front as Noritoshi Kamo was entrenched in legal battles, leaving Jin’s father-in-law unable to save the Itadoris before Ryoumen did.
In Ryoumen’s opinion, the only good things that came out from the accursed marriage were the twins - Sukuna, who Jin lovingly named after the brother he greatly missed and who takes after Ryoumen in more ways than one, and his adorable Yuuji who grows more like his father every day and is just ripe for the picking. Ryoumen is salivating just waiting to pluck the peach boy.
And what a great chance this parent uncle-teacher meeting was. Heh.