Permanent Mark IX: Mistakes

Permanent Mark IX: Mistakes

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings:  pregnancy, mentions of abortion, insecurities, mentions of cheating

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“Sometimes, our mistakes come back to haunt us…”

“You don’t plan on working for your parent’s company?” Satoru asked you as you played with his hair. He’s laying on his stomach with his head on your chest, and his fingers caressing your thighs. It was raining outside and the sky looked so dark yet the brightness in his eyes as they bore into yours lit up every corner of your bedroom. It’s been 6 months since you started dating officially and the other day, your parents came over, accidentally meeting him for the first time.

They got a bit upset that you didn’t even tell them that you were in a serious relationship, especially your Mom who almost did an in-depth, complete background check on Satoru. You remember how she once told you that if you were going to get into a relationship, especially if it’s a serious one, make sure that your partner will not cause any shame or taint your name and the company. She can’t have you marrying ‘just anyone.’

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8 | Tattoos

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

making a life decision with Satoru and the start of Winter break doesn't go as planned

words: 3.6k

cw: stupid decsions, jealousy

an: anyone who knows me knows I love to write a few chapters ahead to make sure I keep the storyline straight but I've been feeling pretty burned out lately.. hopefully it goes away soon. anyway, this is the last chapter I had written ahead on. hope you enjoy!

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December 2011

Your legs are draped over Satoru’s hips, his legs wrapped around your waist. He’s holding you close with one hand cupping your jaw, the other tangled in your hair.

Satoru’s blindfolded with little white bandages you found in his room, ones he sometimes wraps his hands in when getting ready for a fight. Despite his eyes being covered, you can tell his brows are knitted together, concentrating on the movement of your hand squeezing the tip of his cock the way you’ve learned he likes.

“Fuck, your hand is soft,” he moans before feverishly kissing you.

You smile, lips ghosting one another, breaths mingling as you drag your hand slowly up and down his smooth cock, “mm, soft is good?”

You know the answer, but it doesn’t stop you from asking. Not when you get to hear those little breathy moans he lets slip past his lips before answering.

“Y-yes, soft is good, mm, so good,” you’re teasing him the same way he teases you. It’s almost like a form of torture, how you won’t go any faster, won’t squeeze any harder.

You plant your lips on his tenderly, almost lazily, listening to the content sigh that slips out before he groans in annoyance, “Stop fuckin’ teasing me.”

A smile spreads across your lips as you giggle, letting go of his hard length to run your hands up his sinewy abdominals and chest while he rips the bandage off just enough to show one of his crystalline eyes.

“Ha- you bitch, see how you like it,” He’s grinning, pushing you back on the bed, using one hand to hold your wrists over your head, the other to roll a condom down his length before pushing into you.

He moves with slow, teasing strokes but he’s kissing you sweetly as your back arches, pressing your soft tits against his chest.

The two of you mostly spend your weekends with each other, locked away in his room out of sight from everyone else.

Satoru would be mortified if his friends ever found out how intimate and softer he is with you alone. How you’ve spent more of the days just being with each other, talking and listening than fucking.

There’s been plenty of that too, conversation turning into kissing, turning into him fucking you senseless and then telling you how good you did for him.

It’s mindless and self-indulgent with each other.

He’s learning how good it can be with a partner who is only with him. Someone who’s learning his pace and can keep up with him, match the thrusts of his hips and the tempo he sets to make it better for you both.

You’ve learned the way he likes a lot of things too, both to his enjoyment and annoyance because you take too much pleasure in teasing him about it.

Satoru likes to experiment, open to trying virtually anything. He’d be embarrassed if his friends ever found out about how much he complains about you teasing him but doesn’t do anything to stop it, or the way he moans and whimpers when you ride just the tip in short teasing bursts.

You spend a lot of time just touching each other, exploring each other’s bodies - not always sexually. You’ll find yourself on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist while his are splayed out in front of him. Fingertips ghost over each other’s skin, leaving goosebumps behind, finding each other’s ticklish spots, which areas make you smile and giggle and which make you blush.

Satoru likes to see you in any and every position he can come up with; ropes, restraints, toys, nothing is off-limits with him. And he’s just as open to trying anything you want as well, which is how he ended up blindfolded with you teasing him before fucking into you.

“What’s your family like?” It’s a whisper, you’re laying on your sides facing each other, his arm lazily draped around your waist, the other folded under his head to use as a pillow.

He shrugs while taking a deep breath, “My dad’s always gone for work, never really been around a lot, Mom’s all about image and how our family is portrayed.”

You hum and nod, running your hands along his torso gently as he tells you about his dad’s law firm, and how he’s expected to take over the family business one day.

He’ll make a great lawyer one day, there’s no doubt about that. But with how he’s able to help tutor Yuji and taught you how to surf in a matter of a few hours, he’d also make a great teacher.

You told him as much and he just laughed, said he wasn’t sure if he’d be as great as you think with how nontraditional he likes to do things - you think it’ll just make him that much better.

He asks about yours and you tell him things are complicated with your mom. How the two of you aren’t particularly close and you’re not looking forward to spending the next two weeks at home with her during Winter break.

“We’ll hang out,” he promises, playing with your hand, and kissing your forehead before sitting up, “can’t let you forget how much you like me.”

You laugh, sitting up to put on the simple black dress you plan to wear tonight, “you wanna keep me?”

He gives a small, wistful smile as he throws on a tight black shirt with tan baggy pants that has a black belt weaved through the waist, getting ready for the fight he has tonight.

“Wanna do something crazy?” He asks after you’ve gotten dressed, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him.

You narrow your eyes at him, “Define crazy.”

He smirks, grabbing your hand, and leading you out of his bedroom and down the stairs to the living room. There’s music playing, not as loud as usual since partygoers are just starting to arrive, and most are going to head downstairs to the basement, getting ready to watch the fights.

You’re not sure who Satoru is fighting tonight, not that it really matters. You’ve seen him fight plenty of times to know he’s going to win with ease.

“Let’s give each other tattoos.”

Your eyes widen, letting out a soft laugh, “Are you serious?”

“I said something crazy, didn’t I?”

Choso had been over the night before to hang out, much to Satoru’s irritation. It’s something Choso and Suguru do for fun from time to time, they had purchased a tattoo kit and will do simple, small designs if someone asks them.

Satoru doesn’t say it, but you can tell by his actions he doesn’t like Choso by the way he’s more handsy when Choso’s around, pulls you in closer to him, and has you sit on his lap while you’re talking to him.

“I… don’t know about this.” You’re biting your lip in hesitation. If your mom found out about it, there’s a good chance she would have a conniption fit. Who’s to say what she would do, could be something like a little yelling or she could take it as far as no longer paying for your housing.

“Come on,” he whispers in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist, “Something small for just the two of us.”

You take a moment to think about it, but you know you’ll give in. You’ll follow him anywhere, he’s crazy sometimes, but that’s all part of his charm, what’s drawn you closer to him.

“Fine, okay. Where should we-”

“Ring fingers.” You stare at him bewildered and shocked he would make that suggestion of all places. You were thinking maybe ankle or hip, “Cause you’re the only one I want.”

“What if we break up? Satoru, we haven’t been together very long.”

“I mean, yeah that would suck but I don’t want to break up, so it’s fine!” 

Satoru gives a devilish grin, sitting down and fidgeting with the ink and tattoo gun, “do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Nope!”

“Great, so we’re also going to get hepatitis.”

“Probably!”

“God, you’re insane you know that?” But you’re smiling, laughing, and watching as Suguru makes his way over, tearing the machine out of Satoru’s hands.

It takes a little convincing on Satoru’s end but he convinces Suguru to do your tattoos. Suguru ends up looking at you several times, really questioning if this is what you want, but you agree to it.

Satoru draws out the same little infinity symbols he did on your first date, giving them to Suguru who does his due diligence in placing the design on the inside of your fingers.

You go first, more hesitant than Satoru to get this done. There’s not a doubt in your mind he’ll go through with it, especially if you do. You take yours better than he does, hissing a few times compared to the absolute whimpers he lets slip at the slight stinging feeling.

He jokes that you’re tougher than he is and that you should probably be the one going into the fight tonight instead of him.

When Suguru’s done, and everything is cleaned up you can’t help but laugh, running your hands over your face while sitting on the coffee table across from Satoru, “Oh my god, this was such a bad fucking idea.”

Satoru stares at you with a grin, looking at you like he absolutely adores you before placing his hand on both sides of your face and pressing his soft lips on yours. He swipes his tongue over your lips once and you open, letting him explore your mouth while simultaneously moving over to straddle his hips.

You stay like this for a while, your hands tangled into his hair with his holding your face until it’s time for him to head downstairs for the fights.

The sounds of a jaw cracking and fists making contact with sweaty skin are barely audible over the roars of the crowd that’s gathered in the basement of the house.

Satoru is fighting some freshmen who asked for this fight, apparently, Satoru had picked on the poor kid in one of their classes together enough to piss the kid off.

It’s easy for Satoru, he’s barely breaking a sweat as he dips and dodges each of the punches the kid throws, blocks any leg kicks that come his way with his forearm or his own legs. He’s laughing hysterically, teasing the kid for no other reason than to piss him off more.

You watch off to the side, next to Shoko, in your usual spot. You’re not being pushed and prodded at like you have been when watching these fights in the past. The crowd’s less full tonight than usual due to so many people having already left for Winter break.

“Quit being a pussy and fight me!” The kid spits, trying to catch his breath.

“You know what, you’re so right,” Satoru laughs, hands flung to the side, “this is boring anyway.”

You can tell Satoru pulled his punch, with the way his fist connected with the kid's jaw and how he stumbled back, several people in the crowd catching him. He’s still conscious, which is evidence enough of Satoru’s holding back.

The small horde cheers before beginning to file out of the basement. Some help the kid Satoru just beat while others stop to pat his back. Meanwhile, Satoru easily strides over to you with a smile, pressing his lips to yours and wrapping his arm around your waist.

His undercut is slightly wet from sweat, and you can taste a hint of saltiness when he slides his tongue into your mouth, pressing it against yours. You smile into the kiss, chest arched into him as he walks you back until you're pressed against a table.

Satoru lifts you, setting you on the table, licking a strip from your neck to your jaw before nuzzling his nose into yours.

His pupils are dilated from the adrenaline of fighting, and probably from the pill you shared before the fights began. He took one half, and you took the other, just enough to feel the effects and have a good time but not have a horrible hangover the next day when you’re expected to go home.

Satoru offered to drive you to back Kyoto, but you told him it was okay, promising you’ll see him over break. It’s easy enough to go by bullet train, and it would save him several hours of driving if he just heads back to his house. 

Satoru slips his hands over the fabric of your dress. His hands squeeze your breasts. He’s moving the straps off your shoulder when you hear loud footsteps coming from the stairs followed by a series of giggles. The two of you both press your foreheads together and take a breather.

“Shit, sorry man,” You hear the gruff voice of your professor, Toji, before turning your head to see him and the girl he’s clearly looking to have a good time with. The same one who sits in the front row of your World History class each week, always wearing something yellow.

Tonight it’s a pale yellow dress, one that likely provides easy access.

“We thought we’d be alone down here since everyone’s looking for Gojo upstairs.” The girl giggles, hanging onto your professor's arm.

Satoru glares at them, before nodding his head, signaling for them to leave. They take the hint pretty easily, and as soon as they head back up the stairs, Satoru’s lips are back on your neck.

“Are those two, like, together?” You ask curiously, wrapping your legs around his waist.

His reply is muffled against your neck, “Yeah, but they have to keep it quiet since he could get fired.”

“Mm. Not sure if a party full of students is the best play for them to be sneaking around.”

Satoru pulls away, beautiful crystal eyes flickering between yours, “Yeah, shockingly I don't want to talk about them right now. Your mouth can be used for something so much better.”

“Don't be gross,” You playfully smack his chest causing his lower lip to protrude in a pout before a Cheshire grin takes over.

His hands delicately and slowly move up your thighs and you spread them automatically, letting him run his fingers over the top of your panties.

There’s a jolt of electricity that shoots to the apex of your thighs each time he presses his thumb lightly to your clit, causing your breath to hitch. He smiles when he feels the pool of slick forming in the center of your panties just from his light touches.

It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve had each other, it’s never enough, always wanting to be by each other's side, near one another any chance you get.

Satoru leans you down on the table, about to flip your dress up to expose your glistening pussy to him, but the familiar sound of someone else coming down the stairs can be heard.

You can’t see her, but you can clearly hear her melodic voice and it makes you roll your eyes, “Satoru, where are you?”

He groans, tilting his head back in annoyance, “I’m a little preoccupied.”

“Kind of tacky to be fucking in a dirty basement, don’t you think?”

You sit up on your elbows, glaring at Mei who refuses to look in your direction, keeping her feline-like eyes on Satoru as he rolls his eyes, “Seemed pretty okay with it when it was you on this table. What do you want?”

Ice runs through your veins at his comment.

You’ve always known there’s always a possibility that whatever random place he wants to fuck, in the house or outside, he’s probably had someone else there too, that Mei has likely been in the same positions as you.

But it was easy to push that thought aside when you’re in the moment; when he’s making you feel pleasure in ways you never knew were possible before him. 

“People are getting rowdy looking for you. It’s probably time for you to head upstairs.”

She doesn’t turn on her heel and walk away. Instead, she stands with hands folded over her chest, tapping her heel on the cement waiting for Satoru to help you up and adjust your dress.

You look at Satoru with pleading eyes, wanting him to finish what he’s started, wanting him to choose you over Mei who obviously came down to purposely ruin your moment together, but he just chuckles and tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear, “we can finish later. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You pout, “Easy for you to say when you’re not the one being edged.”

A victorious smirk spreads across Mei’s lips as she heads up the stairs with you and Satoru following suit.

It’s a week into your Winter break and you haven’t seen or really heard from Satoru. Not since the night you got your matching tattoos.

You’ve tried calling or texting him several times, but you’ve been met with silence each time.

There was one night, a few days ago where he tried calling, but you had missed it. You and your mother had been arguing, and you left the house to get away for a while but forgot to grab your phone when you hurried out the door.

He didn’t send a text, didn’t even leave a voicemail, and since then, it’s been silent again.

It’s frustrating, but it’s also the holidays, so you’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Today, your mom has made you come to Tokyo with her to go shopping. The streets are packed and filled with Christmas decorations, and the trees have fairy lights wrapped around the base of the trunks up through each of the branches.

Couples are walking around hand in hand, and happy families shopping together. The streets are loud with conversation, kids running around in excitement for their time out in public.

It’s really quite pretty and you find yourself wishing you were able to experience this with Satoru rather than your mother who is chattering away about something. You’re not entirely sure what she’s on about since you haven’t been listening.

Since your stint of walking out of the house the other day, she’s forced you to come to Tokyo with her for quality time. Which is just more of an opportunity to have you alone, and talk about how great her boyfriend is.

All of this talk about her relationship and seeing happy couples out on the streets has you missing and pining for Satoru. Not that you’ve bothered to mention him to her, for several reasons.

She’ll want to meet him, of course. And last time you brought a boyfriend home to meet your mother, it didn’t exactly work out in your favor, and you’d much rather try to avoid that again this time, if at all possible.

“Can you at least try to look like you’re having a good time?” Your mother says, walking a few steps ahead of you, head turned to look at you through the corner of her eyes, annoyance etched into her features.

You groan and roll your eyes while following her into a pastry shop. The overhead bell dings when you walk in and the aroma of little baked goods immediately fills your senses.

Satoru would love this place, you’re sure. With the dim lighting, a few small tables for two, and adorable little cakes and pastries in the display case.

It’s shockingly not very packed in this petite shop, only a few customers ahead of you, so when you get to the front, you take your time looking at all of the wonderful desserts. There are little cakes shaped like cats, macarons, and mochi balls.

Before ordering a few for yourself, you take out your phone and snap a few pictures, planning on sending them to Satoru later when you get home. You hope you’ll be able to give him a couple before they go bad.

When you make your way out of the shop, a paper bag filled with pastries in hand, a wide smile spreads across your face, because across the street, just outside of a few clothing shops is Satoru in a light jacket, dark scarf around his neck.

He’s standing next to a couple who could only be his parents; his father, just as tall and lanky as he is, with salt and pepper hair and a black peacoat. His mother’s hair is just as stark white as his, styled perfectly with a cream-colored coat.

And out of the shop he’s standing next to, you can swear you can hear the loud, boisterous laugh coming from the head of straight silver hair that walks out despite all of the chatter on the street.

She’s holding several bags, handing them to Satoru who accepts them without question.

Your stomach falls, and an acidic taste fills your throat while tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

Satoru is out shopping with his parents, whom you haven’t really gotten him to talk about, aside from here and there, let alone had the opportunity to meet.

Yet here she is. Someone he claims to only be his friend, despite their past romantic relationship, someone he’s quelled your worry for on multiple occasions, only to find he’s been lying this entire time.

“Can you hurry up?” Your mother's voice is fuzzy, distorted until you snap out of your trance, watching Satoru, “There are other stores I want to go to.”

“Go alone. I’m heading home, I don’t feel well.”

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