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Tainted Promises (geto suguru x reader)

Part 1: Tainted

| PAIRINGS: gojo satoru x gn!reader x getou suguru

| WARNINGS: suggestive, explicit language, smut soon (next chapter will have tags) woo plot, established relationship, cheating, toxic, revenge, angst, kinda modified so it can fit the story (implied to be set after riko's death and geto's spiralling but uhh...), reader's sex and physical appearance is never mentioned, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 2.1k

| A/N: i'm back but im not really back lol this is the first part of a small series I started writing like 2 years ago and found in my notes app so... why not publish it and let people read it even if i am not currently writing? anyway idk if people remember me but thank u for supporting my works even after all this time and liking them :) see you in 2 more years LOL (jk ... unless...)

They were the strongest.

Those words resonated as an echo in Suguru’s mind since that day, the meaning behind those words still a total mystery. Perhaps it was meant as a responsibility. An inevitable fate.

An implicit promise.

He didn’t think much of it before Satoru’s serious words struck him like a lightning inside the eye of the storm, coming back to Suguru in form of dreams. Nightmares. Images of welcoming bloody hands spread towards him, an invitation, perhaps even a threat, to join a lawless world dictated by the untouchable. The strongest.

No. That wasn’t Suguru’s ideal.

Who cared about being the strongest among all? Rules were necessary. Listen to the higher-ups, complete missions, save and protect humans, swallow curses, taint yourself. Swallow, taint, conserve the peace. That was the job of a jujutsu sorcerer. That was the job of Geto Suguru.

Responsible, dutiful, diplomatic and strong.

So why was Satoru—his teammate, his accomplice, his best friend—different from him? A rule breaker, a rebellious soul with god complex issues, an idiot, incapable of seriousness and apathetic.

Why, even with all those flaws to Suguru’s eyes, could Satoru get someone like you in his life?

You, just like Suguru, followed the rules. A professional sorcerer that cared for the weak, getting out of their way to protect the smallest and even the biggest. Top of the class after him, Yaga’s right hand, the favourite of the higher-ups, probably even more trustable than Suguru himself. However, now with your brand new relationship with Satoru? Not that much. He knew that way too well.

Tainted. Making a promise with Satoru would get anyone tainted.

The probelms seemed to have started one month after the beginning of your story together. A few weeks later, they were too obvious for Suguru -or anyone- to ignore. Hints of sleepless nights appeared on your features and the memories of an unknown scent that followed Satoru’s clothes kept haunting you along with the jealousy and hurt in your body. Missed calls, ditched dates and a small bruise on your lover’s neck. It quickly became toxic. Almost unbearable. Suguru knew it. You knew it.

And you both played dumb.

Responsible. You had to be responsible for your actions. You made a promise after all, and, ever the diplomatic sorcerer, you were intending to keep it. Swallowing the pain and hatred, the sadness and sorrow, the embarrassment and anger, you decided to keep living with the lie that was Gojo Satoru as proudly as your shattered dignity allowed you. You were better than him but for how long?

Rules were necessary. You followed the rules as a religion. But what good did that ever bring you?

Suguru could already sense it, perhaps even before you noticed. The corruption that anger and impotence could bring you. It was unstoppable once it started spreading, taking over your thoughts and ideals to then consume your actions. Satoru was the strongest in almost every sense that he became a poisonous time bomb for the ones surrounding him. It just happened to explode in your face to suffer the majority of the consequences.

But were you the only one living them? You certainly weren’t the only one ignoring the menace that Satoru was. And definitely not the only one involved closely with said sorcerer.

Suguru vividly remembers the shared laughs between him and his best friend after the story of how Satoru cheated on you. Repeatedly. A good fuck, he described you, his favourite toy so far. But Suguru knew him too well, right? He understood him better than anyone to even expect him to get in a serious relationship, right? That’s why they were best friends, the strongest, the rulers of the new to come sorcery world. Right?

Right. Satoru was right. Even if Suguru’s brain didn’t stop replaying images of you with clenched teeth and hands closed in a tight fist, angry eyes staring at Satoru’s figure from afar to quickly change into your usual loving and submissive demeanour when he turned to look at you, he agreed. Even if Suguru felt himself become worse than he ever was when you gave him the sweetest of smiles even after laughing at you with Satoru for the nth time behind your back, he agreed.

Because Satoru was hard-to-swallow for Suguru, yet he kept indulging himself into the bittersweet taste that was that friendship over and over again.

Rules, responsibilities, strength, empathy. None of that mattered when Satoru was in the picture. The only thing that mattered was a promise. At the end of the day, they were best friends for a reason and you were with him for a reason.

That didn’t change the fact Suguru could treat you so much better. Be so much better. His heart dropped at the thought. Was he in the position to even think that after being accomplice of Satoru’s actions? After playing along and laughing at you? At this point, he was as guilty as your current cheat of a lover. But he could still have a chance, could he not? He was strong, responsible and professional. Would he be any better than Satoru? He thought he would. He hoped he would.

Suguru’s mind started flooding with questions once again, self-doubt dripping from every single one of them until his thoughts were flooded with insecurities and rage. Rage? Strange yet oddly familiar. The warmth travelling over his body felt nice for once. No longer suppressed and set free to quickly come down from that high to feel guilty once again. Why would he feel rage towards Satoru? He was his best friend.

Was he?

Oh, how Suguru missed that little voice inside his head. A voice that he silenced long ago. The one that told him to commit the unbelievable, that went against all his morals and ideals, the one that ordered him to swallow and swallow, not for the greater good but for him to become stronger. Because he could. Because he wanted to. The voice that was as tainted as his thoughts were right now.

And now, as his chest tightened with anger and his body ached with hunger of power, Suguru never felt more as himself as he did now. Strong and capable, the maker of his own rules and own world. A perfect world. He was right back then when he thought of the weak as simple as that: weak. And he was right to feel what he avoided to feel all that time.

Power.

Suguru had the power to ignore the responsibility that came along with it. He had the power to follow his own path with his own decisions without having to live behind someone else’s shadow. To get what he wanted whenever he wanted.

Responsible, dutiful, diplomatic and strong.

That was Geto Suguru. And right now, he wanted you.

And nobody noticed. Not Satoru, his proclaimed best friend, who kept playing around lost in the pleasure of both you and the freedom of being the strongest. Not the higher-ups who kept relying on him to keep an eye on the threat that was Satoru. Not his acquaintances that followed him mindlessly into a slowly growing empire. His empire.

Nobody noticed the power growth in Suguru. Nobody except you.

Strong. Suguru was strong in your eyes. With sly movements, smug smile and a powerful stance. Completely overshadowed by the confidence of your current lover until the day he looked at you from above. Both figuratively and literally. His eyes held a promise, a completely different kind from Satoru’s that you understood way too well it scared you.

Carnal, passionate and angry. That was his promise. A shiver ran down your spine at the mere sight of Suguru, responsible and respectful Suguru, smirking at you. Dark and dangerous. A different Suguru. Because you both shared the same ideal. Rules were necessary. And this time he was the one who made the rules.

You weren’t interested. At least you tried to convince yourself you weren’t. Rules weren’t meant to be broken nor renewed, not by Suguru, not by you, not by anyone. So why did you feel excited at the thought of going against your own morals? To break, destroy and betray everything and everyone along with your lover’s best friend? It shouldn’t surprise you, in fact, you were not surprised.

Your promise to Satoru started losing importance when you considered meeting with Suguru. You lied to yourself by thinking it would be to have a small talk, to ask for an explanation behind the meaning of that moment between the two of you and kindly reject whatever he wanted to propose. It sure didn’t matter anymore when you were under his dark gaze at the step of his door, mouth open in a silent gasp at the power Suguru, overshadowed Suguru, radiated, never losing his gentle and highly demanour as he let you in with a soft smile on his face and the smooth sound of your name leaving his mouth.

A treacherous silence filled the room as time seemed to freeze between the two of you, staring at each other seconds after closing the door.

You wanted to yell at him for even thinking he could get away with whatever he had in mind. For deeming you so low to think you would break the promise to Satoru and betray him when you were better than that. But were you when excitement was making your legs shake when Suguru’s eyes landed on your lips for a small second? Were you better when you couldn’t stop thinking in the way his large hands would feel on your body?

The answer was crystal clear: you weren’t. You never were.

And realisation hit you. It hit you harder than Satoru’s cheating. And it sure hit you harder than the surprise you felt when you threw yourself at Suguru’s arms, lips crashing in a desperate kiss.

Because all those times, Suguru could see through you and he was a great pretender too. He saw your hatred and your thirst for revenge, the constant fight within you to stop yourself from breaking the rules. To disobey the higher-ups. To betray Yaga. To hurt Satoru. They all deserved it. How pretentious of you to even think you were any better than any of them.

You and Suguru were the same. Responsible, dutiful, diplomatic and strong. Suguru just happened to be stronger.

As Suguru’s large hands roamed over your waist to push you closer to his own body as his tongue entered the warmth of your own mouth, you realised something else. You didn’t want Suguru and neither did he want you. What you both wanted was the power taht was long taken away from you.

Power over a certain sorcerer.

It seemed Suguru noticed your change in demanour as your tangled your hand in his long silky hair and slightly pulled, the aggressiveness of your tongue along with his making him let out a groan that you swallowed with a whimper before he pulled away, a sly smirk on his face.

“You sure didn’t need any explanation, did you?” Suguru muttered as one of his hands traveled to your cheek, his thumb caressing your now wet lips as he eyed you. Such a gentle move yet so dominant. Expected from someone like Suguru. “Finally grew tired of Satoru cheating on you?”

That was unexpected.

Rage filled your body once again as you slapped his hand away from your face, glaring at him just the same way you’ve glared at Satoru when he wasn’t looking. Suguru chuckled as he grabbed your face once again, this time a little rougher as he turned you to face him again, other hand sneaking under your shirt to feel the soft skin under it. You held back a moan.

“Oh, come on. It was a small joke.” He playfully stated, long fingers drawing circles on the side of your waist as you grew impatient and angry. At what? You weren’t sure.

“An unfunny one at that.” You finally spoke and Suguru raised an eyebrow at the unknown and new stern tone your voice held. The sweet, professional and kind goody two shoes forsaken under his influence. “I didn’t come here for a stand-up show.”

Your hands made their move again, landing on the collar of his shirt as you got closer again, anticipation giving you the confidence you lost before.

“I can see that.”

And just like that, your mouths crashes again, this time angrier, hungrier. Suguru’s comment about Satoru cheating on you lit an agressive fire within you that you tried to extinguish. But here, between Suguru’s arms and the feeling of his mouth now travelling down your neck, you finally felt free.

Next chapter (spicy) preview: "Your boyfriend likes sloppy seconds, did you know that? Should I just cum inside you and send you off to him dripping with my seed? Hm?"

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yuujism · 3 years

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NAKED

| PAIRINGS: bonten!mikey x reader

| WARNINGS: suggestive (minors dni), implied sexual content nothing explicit, obsessive and toxic behaviour (lowkey), gender neutral reader, mikey centred, reader is clueless, mikey has emotional issues, mikey is delusional, kinda angsty, grammar errors, mikey is silly and deranged

| WORD COUNT: 2,107

| A/N: this is literally one of the two works i’ve finished in almost a year so uhh sorry if it’s not good or something but i just felt like writing about emotional unstable mikey and his need of love so it’s kinda short and non detailed 😭 there’s another a/n at the end of the work in case of confusion bc damn idk if i portrayed it correctly anyways enjoy <3

SUMMARY

Where Manjiro Sano gets obsessed with you (with a plot twist).

Mikey Sano was afraid.

He was afraid of his heart’s beat, increasing in intensity and pace whenever his mindset landed on the one he yearned for the most. He was afraid of the exaggerated thoughts that drowned his mind, leading to destructive behaviours that he couldn’t help but fall into, almost as a defence mechanism he’d mastered over the years.

Mikey Sano was afraid. Of love. Of you.

It was intense. It was raw. But it was real.

The sharp pain in his chest as he looked at those eyes full of ecstasy and passion proved it. His hands, tingly and sweaty, wishing to be held by yours one more time. Even by a mere coincidence. Even by accident. But, please, just one more time.

He needed you. Your warmth, your assuring words, your praise, the feeling of your body close to his to prove everything around him was worth it. Even himself. Because he was to you and, as easy as connecting the dots in a piece of paper, he started thinking maybe he actually was important, he was needed.

But was he?

The memory of the empty cold side of the bed that damned next morning still haunted him during his loneliest nights, city lights and streets full of people under his nose being his only companions along the chilly wind current hitting his face. Secretly, maybe even subconsciously, he hoped to see you again among the crowd, waiting for him just like he was waiting for you. Perhaps you would be standing down there in the sidewalk, looking up at him from below with that sweet smile on your face that enchanted him at first sight and he would smile too, heart fluttering and body heating up with thrill and excitement, just like a scene from those romance movies from his childhood. But, of course, that never happened.

Silly Mikey. Stupid Mikey. Worth-for-nothing Mikey.

Where did it go wrong? He asked himself that same question at least thrice a day after the last time he saw you almost a month. A month full of desperation. Was it something he said? Something he did? Maybe even something he didn’t do. He couldn’t come up with anything that may have scared you away because, god, it all seemed to be going fine before you left him.

That last night was perfect. He was feeling light-headed just by remembering the previous events. You were so eager for him. To please him and make him feel good. And that you did.

His name falling from your lips like a mantra followed him to the few dreams he could gather throughout his usual sleepless nights, almost as if something or someone out there was giving him the divine reward he wasn’t worth of. For a small moment, he didn’t think of himself as the ugly and disgusting mess he was thanks to your lovely ministrations of your lips in his chest, his neck and his face. Warm hands moving down his torso, reaching the place where he needed you the most while leaving a fiery trace all over the exposed skin that came into contact with your touch. The chaotic yet beautiful tangle of limbs and mix of saliva and moans filling the room along with the explicit sound of skin slapping against skin. It was passionate, loud and naked.

Manjiro, Manjiro, Manjiro. Because that night you didn’t see Mikey. You saw Manjiro. In his most naked and purest form. With tears filling his eyes as the pleasure invaded his body, words of adoration and an unnoticed confession leaving his mouth only to be muffled in the soft spot between your neck and shoulder, making you whine at the moment as he painted your insides white with a loud, needy sob of your name.

Manjiro, I want you.

Manjiro, I need you.

Manjiro, I’m yours.

And just like that, he fell. And hard. God, how desperate was he to hear those words again. He wanted you. He needed you. He was completely and utterly yours ever since the first kiss you two shared.

So why the hell did you leave him?

His hands clenched into fists on his lap, negative emotions filling his body after the distant yet sweet pleasure his memories brought him. Anger, sorrow, despair. He didn’t hate you, he just couldn’t come to have any kind of rencor towards you. Actually, he kind of understood why and he felt miserable at how hurtful could realisation be.

Why wouldn’t you leave him?

Everyone did, so why wouldn’t you do the same? The same sharp pain pierced through his chest to the point he almost felt like throwing up and crumbling to the floor. It would’ve happened sooner or later, right? At one point you probably realised how dangerous staying with someone like him was. Strong yet weak. Intimidating yet afraid. Sweet yet sour. He was a hard pill to swallow and a venomous one at that.

But you told him he was needed, didn’t you? That you were his. Even if Mikey wanted to fight with himself inside the dark cave that was his mind, it seemed his feral and egocentric side beat up the bundle of insecurities that told him it was his fault. At least when it came to you. Because how could it possibly be his fault? He didn’t leave you. He didn’t abandon you. He didn’t lie to you. Everything he said and felt was real, he was now sure about it.

So he went back to the low-life place where everything started. Where he saw you for the first time and approached him with confidence in your steps, as if you didn’t know what you were doing to him when your hands wrapped around his waist to bring him closer to you. And he let you. He let himself drown in your saccharine scent and the feeling of finally being desired. The walls and crowd were now a blurry, almost unknown, memory, focusing on you and just you.

So please, please, be there.

He hoped, wished, prayed and begged to whatever was out there listening. He regrets not inquiring about your house, he would have more of a chance to corner you and question you, to finally get an explanation on why. Why, why, why. Was he not enough? No. No, he was enough.

His tired eyes roamed around the place, realising he couldn’t even remember the way the faint amber luminosity made him feel dizzy just like this moment, completely forgetting about it once he had you between his arms. The crowd. Were there this many people that time too? Or was it him? He must’ve been really drunk off you to not even remember basic architectural features. Minutes of confusion and doubt passed and passed, finally deciding to sit down at the table closest to the exit just in case you walked by.

And you did.

And you looked as bright as the first time he saw you.

Everything seemed to stop around him. The music, the background noise of people chatting and even the cars passing by outside. Everything except his beating hard against his chest he even got worried it could actually lead to physical complications in the next few minutes. But that didn’t matter. In fact, nothing mattered but you.

He couldn’t look away. Not even if he tried. His stern gaze followed you all the way until you were in front of the bar, elbows resting on the surface and looking at the distance with a small smile on your face. He couldn’t help the way his eyes slid down the shape of your body, admiring every curve and corner of it as flashes of the passionate night you both shared came to his mind, making his pants tighten at the growing arousal. He licked his lips in anticipation, standing up from his spot to walk to you while wondering, a mix of emotions messing up with his state of mind once again.

Did you not see him? Or were you just ignoring him? Did you still remember the way he made you feel the last time? Have all the marks he left all over your body gone away completely? Could you steel feel him between your legs, filling you up with all he’s worth? Did you not miss him? He’s been craving for you. Yearning even.

How he wished he could listen beyond the sound of his heart beating in his ears as he was few feet away from you, legs bobbling with nervousness and something else he couldn’t pinpoint. Because you were finally there, in front of him and looking the same as he last saw you. The soft lips that swallowed him whole and let out the sweetest of sounds he’s ever heard, the hands that held him with such love and care, putting him together for a few moments of his entire life, the eyes that were filled with raw adoration and lust as he thrusted into you eagerly, whimpers leaving his lips. Everything was the same. You were the same.

A whisper of your name behind you. The turn of your head to connect your sparkly soft eyes with his dead ones yet covered with hope and illusion. Your sweet smile welcoming him again as his head started spinning with ecstasy to the thought of you needing him again. You were so sweet. So, so sweet to him.

“Do I know you?”

His whole world crumbled down.

Suddenly, he couldn’t stand the honeyed tone in your voice as you also asked for his name, getting closer to him to get a better look at his face. He couldn’t stand the way the crowd that seemed to disappear was now suffocating him along with the background music. His eyes stared at you for a few seconds, trying to find the slightest sign of a laugh, a crack in the elaborated joke you tried to pull on him before you took him in your arms again.

Because what did you even mean with a question like that? Did you seriously forget him that easily? He felt like dying during the whole month he spent without you, without your touch, while he didn’t even cross your mind. Was that night nothing to you? Was he really just another irrelevant person on your life? Was he really as unimportant as he felt?

Mikey felt naked in front of you once again. However, this time it felt shameful. It felt degrading. He perceived himself small under your soft expecting eyes, as if he was nothing but a pebble in your way. And, apparently, he was.

He didn’t want this.

He couldn’t handle this.

You moaned his name over and over again. He gave himself to you that night. He told you he loved you as he came inside of you with a sob of your name. You told him you were his. Manjiro, Manjiro, Manjiro. That night. That one and only night. He’s never felt more naked than when being with you, both in the right and wrong way. Honest but disgraceful. Loved but forgotten. Manjiro but nobody.

Do you know him? Yes, he wanted to answer, you’re mine. I’m yours.

But Mikey knew better than to make the same mistake again. He now knew better than to strip himself from all clothes, barriers and masks to you from the beginning. To not leave his heart exposed to sweet words and lustful lies. And, as you asked once again for his name, this time worry and suspiciousness coating your still sweet tone, a smirk appeared on his face.

Never again.

“No,” he purred, slowly closing the gap between you, dangerously low and seductive. Just like he knew you liked him. Like you told him you liked him.

This time, he will do it the correct way.

“But you can call me Mikey.”

And you repeated his name as you eyed him up and down, that same look you gave him the first time that you approached him, almost as if you tried to savour the way it would sound when he was taking you rough and raw a few hours later. Just like the first time. Just like the only time.

This time, there was no excuse for mistakes. This time, there was no space for Manjiro and his pure nakedness, for words of love in a world filled with flowers and rewards. Because you didn’t deserve all that delivered in a silver plate just like he cluelessly gave it to you that night. If you wanted to play, he could play. He wasn’t going to let you go. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Tonight, you were going to become entirely his. For real this time.

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a/n: just to clear something up if it was confusing 😭 basically mikey got obsessed with reader over a one night stand, thinking they actually meant everything they said and he wants them to stay with him forever now! thanks for reading mwah

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