🦋Mami🦋

“W-Wait Satoru…the driver—” Satoru peeks his head up from between your legs, your skirt hiked up to your waist. “He’s seen this a thousand times from us. Don’t know why you’re still embarrassed, let ‘em look…” he leans back down between your legs, staring at your leaking heat, inches away from his mouth. 

You tug at your husband’s hair, a moan slips from your mouth as he licks your clit at a slowly aching pace, with the flat of his tongue. Teasing you for mentioning another man as he’s between your legs. You shouldn’t worry about anything else and he’s going to make sure you don’t as he’s going to ruin your pussy,  just like he always does. 

He pushes your legs up as he spits down into your gaping hole, a big dent in his pants and a growing wet spot ruining the grey fabric of the pants he chose to wear today. “Oh baby, you’re such a mess today, let me clean it up for you.” He slurps up all of your juices, entering two of his fingers, making your squirm around, already a moaning mess as you knew this was far from being over.

 He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a record breaking pace, “S-Satou—” you hiccupped, “that’s right baby, say my name…” he entered a third finger and you whimpered, eyes filling with tears as the amount of pleasure you were receiving began to overstimulate you. He began to suck on your clit and your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you gasped, it didn’t take long for you to cum, your filthy liquids gushing out, splashing Satoru in the face and soaking his shirt.

He takes his fingers out with a slight pop. He licked his fingers before leaning down, giving your soaked pussy a light slap, causing you to jerk. He leaned back, hands propped beside him, admiring his work. You were breathing heavily, feet propped up on the seat, your hair a mess, and your clothes ruined. “Good girl, daddy’s so proud of his baby.” He licked his lips, your release glistening on his chin.  He began to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear, releasing his painfully hard cock. He yanked his shirt up, revealing his happy trail. 

He stroked himself a few times before positioning himself between your glistening, sticky folds. He holds your legs back, slamming into you, causing you to see stars. He began to thrust at a slow pace, his hair sticking to his forehead, his body covered in your slick and sweat. “Please…toru—more! I want more!!” You whispered.

“Huh?” He stops, placing a hand behind his ear, “Can’t hear you, baby. You want me to stop?” He began to pull out, a wicked smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He wanted to hear you beg. Beg for more, tell him how needy you were in the backseat of a fucking car. Not that he cared where the two of you were, you’ve had sex everywhere. 

He loves it when you beg him for more, he just wants to hear you loud and proud before he destroys what’s rightfully his. You began to panic, trying to move your hips upward. “Nooooo! Please—daddy please fuck me! I want you to destroy my hole…please…” tears formed as the pleasure began to fade. You don’t know why he always teased like this but you knew you were in for a treat for being a good girl and telling him what you needed. 

“Your wish is my command, baby.” He slams back into you, his skin slapping against yours. You left a creamy ring around his cock as he began to brutally thrust into you. Your moans and whimpers drowned out as Satoru ripped the buttons off your shirt, trying to reach your bouncing tits. He pulled your bra up, latching onto one of your tits. His tongue swirled around the swollen bud, his mind filled with lust as he hovered over you.

The car jerked, making you gasp as Satoru grabbed your waist, snapping his head back at the driver. “Be careful! Can’t you see we’re busy back here?!” The driver glanced at the scene through the mirror, “Sorry sir…” he adjusted his hat, his ears red as he focused back on the road. Satoru turned back to you, kissing your cheek. “You okay, sweets?” You nodded, giving him a faint smile. “Alrighty then, let’s continue!” 

He was so big compared to you, his entire body covering you as he pounded into you. He used his big hands to lift your legs up into the air, crossing your ankles and holding them with one hand as he used the other to knead one of your tits. Your mascara streamed down your face, ruining your makeup as you began to drool, tiling your head to the side. Satoru grabbed your face, yanking your head back, meeting his gaze. “Hey, hey! You don’t get to look away while I ruin you, wake up!” He gently slapped your cheek before picking up the pace with his thrusts.

“I can’t… I-It's too much!” You moaned out, you were overstimulated to the max, another orgasm pending. “Yes, you can, baby! Come on, watch me breed this pussy, yeah? You wanna be a mommy? I’ll make you a mommy…” Satoru whispered in your ear, his breath plastered on your neck as his grunts and moans filled your ear. He imagined you, belly swollen with his seed, wanting to fill you up more and more. He violently jerked his hips, spilling his hot seed inside you, both of you now moaning, your legs shaking as he was still spilling into you. 

A few moments went by, and he slowly pulled out of you with a wet pop. He looked down at the mixture of releases, in awe of what he’s created. He swiped his thumb through the mixture, “open.” He commanded you, and you obeyed, opening your mouth as he placed his thumb on your tongue. You instinctively close your mouth, sucking his thumb clean. 

Satoru smiled at you, your lewd expression only making his cock harden again. “Taste good?” He asked. You nodded as he took his thumb out of your mouth. He looked down at his cock, covered in your slick and his own cum, “help me clean up, yeah?” He let go of your ankles, helping you put your legs down as he switched spots with you. He kicked his pants off, making room for you to appear between his legs. 

You grab onto his cock with one of your hands but Satoru slaps it away, “No hands! You know better than that.” You placed your hands on his thighs like he taught you, using the tip of your tongue you lick him from the base all the way to the tip. Satoru groaned, his hand massaging the back of your head as you quickly shoved his cock into your mouth, making yourself gag. 

He yanked your head back, pulling you off his cock as you began to cough. “Someone’s impatient today…you know not to rush things I don’t know why you’re being such a fucking brat today. Nice and slow baby, like I taught you.” You wiped your mouth before positioning yourself in front of his cock again. “Sorry daddy…let me make it up to you…” He tilted his head, “You’re sorry? Show me how sorry you are with your mouth, baby.” 

You slowly inserted his cock back into your mouth, your hands gripping his thighs as you sink your head lower and lower by each aching second, lapping up any excess cum around his cock with a few swirls of your tongue. “Just like that, good fucking girl…” Satoru leaned his head back as your cheeks hollowed, bobbing your head as spit and precum filled your mouth, spilling for the sides, falling onto your chin. 

Your pussy leaking as his cum was dripping out of you onto the floor. His thick, lengthy cock stretching your mouth as a few of his trimmed hairs ticked his nose when you took all of him in. This time not gagging as he praised you for being such an obedient slut and taking all of his inches down your throat. 

It didn’t take long for him to cum, releasing his hot, sticky cum down your esophagus. You lap every drop of it up pulling your head back until you reach his tip, sucking up whatever he had left. He pulls you up, making you straddle him, your aching pussy begging for more as you begin to whimper. You passionately kiss your husband, releasing the mixture of spit and his cum into his own, making him groan at the taste, he loved tasting his own cum after you.

 He giving your ass a hard slap making you yelp as he shoved his cock into your leaking pussy, you hold onto his shoulders as he moves your hips, slamming them down, meeting him as he bounces you up and on his cock. You felt the pressure building inside of you again, missing the feeling of his cock stretching you as you both were a moaning mess by now. 

Your tits bounced as he was slamming you onto his cock repeatedly. His cock brutalizes your gummy walls, hitting that special spot over and over again. “T-Toru—I’m so so close…please let me cum.” You pleaded. “Let go for me baby, cum for me like the good girl you are!” Your vision began to blur as you came on his cock again, crying and whimpering as you felt him release into you again.

“Ahem…Mr and Mrs. Gojo, we’ve arrived at your home.”

You both snap back to reality quickly, trying to find your clothes, clumsily hitting each other in the process. The driver looks back to see the horror of what you two have done yet again in the backseat of his car. Satoru throws a couple of hundred dollars at him before getting out of the car with you. “Sorry about that again, man. Can’t help it, my wife’s hot!”

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He has a smug look and a gift in his hand. He walks through the paparazzi and heads inside the office, where you are waiting in the lobby, clearly pissed. “Satoru, WHAT are you doing here??” you ask, tugging on his arm, leading him to your office. “I came to see you, of course.” His hand travels to your waist, pulling you close, “aaaaaannnnndddd Baby needed to go on her walk, so I drove here after the dog park!” You look down to see Baby, the bougiest dog to ever exist, just sitting next to Satoru’s leg, chilling in her bedazzled collar that blinds people who walk nearby. 

You sometimes think Satoru acts like a snobby celebrity, especially with his flashy car and fancy dog. You shake your head and say, "I'm busy all day today and can't be distracted, so if you could just go—" Satoru's eyes widen. Then, without warning, he drops to his knees and grabs your leg. "No, no, no, please don’t kick us out! We’ll be good, I promise! I’ll stay in your office and won’t bother you!" he whines, his eyes filling with fake tears and his nose turning red.

You sometimes forget he is an actor, but this is one of those moments. With a sigh of defeat, you lead him to your office. You push him inside and tell him and his dog to stay put. Satoru pouts but quickly gets distracted by the bowl of candy on your desk. You roll your eyes and head to your meeting.

As you wrap up your farewells with your colleagues, reveling in the camaraderie of a long day’s work, you push open your office door and are met with an utterly ludicrous sight. There, slumped over in your chair, is Satoru…not a child, mind you, but a man nearing forty. He has a blue iPad clutched tightly in one hand, his brow furrowed in concentration, and he’s engaged in a lively debate with a group of kids on Roblox—playing Dressed to Impress. 

“No, your outfit sucks bitch–”

“ STOP GIVING ME ONE STAR, MY OUTFIT ATE!”

“Mm, this was cute, two stars for you.”

“Seriously?” you call out, a grin creeping across your face. “You do realize you’re practically old enough to be the kids’ dad, right?”  He looks up briefly, his expression one of mock seriousness, as if fighting off a horde of pixelated monsters was a noble cause. “I’m in the middle of some crucial outfits here!” he retorts, waving his free hand dismissively. “These kids need to understand that my looks are legendary!” 

You just look in disbelief, almost, and then you see Baby perched up on your plush rug, “Um, Satoru, get your fucking dog off my expensive ass rug!” You snap at him, dragging his big ass out of your chair to his dog that’s scratching elegantly on your rug. God forbid this girl has rabies. Satoru looks at you with disbelief, “What? First off, Baby isn’t just a dog—” 

“Yeah, you’re right, she’s an annoying ass dog.”

“Oh yeah? I can say the same for the demon YOU call a dog!”

“Don’t you bring Prince into this!”

“You started this!”

Some coworkers gather by your door, listening to you and Satoru arguing until you swing open the door, and a few of them fall into the room. You just look down at the pile of people in your office and sigh because what else could go wrong today?

You kick them and Satoru out, “WHY DO I HAVE TO GO—” you cut him off with the slam of your door. “I’ll pick you up tonight…” he said through the door with a muffle, then walked off, all mopey and sad with Baby trotting behind him. As you sit at your desk, you rest your elbow on your desk and your chin on your hand, looking at your computer screen, wishing time would speed up.

Just as the dread and sorrow kick in, you get a knock, and it’s Mrs. Nanami. She looks elegant and expensive as always. Closing the door behind her, she walks up to your desk and takes a seat in the nearby chair, “So, are you gonna give me an update or what? I’ve been dying for the tea!” she says, leaning in a bit. 

“First, I need an update about you, ma’am,” you chuckle, “Congrats on the pregnancy!” you say, clapping your hands once, a smile growing on your face. Finally, something or someone that isn’t agitating you today. Her face lights up at your compliment, a smile spreading across her face. “Thank you! Ken and I are absolutely thrilled!” You gently tilt your head, curious. “And how are the kids taking it?” 

“Oh, they’re over the moon!” she replies, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “But I had a little moment with my son; he’s fine now. You know how teenagers can misinterpret everything.” She mutters that last part, a hint of exasperation in her voice. “Ah, so he didn’t handle it well at first?” you ask, concern flickering in your eyes.

“Somewhat. He was there when I found out I was pregnant, and he thought I was saying that he and the twins were already a lot to handle—which, of course, they are,” she laughs, the sound warm. “But not in the way he assumed, you know?” 

You nod, captivated as your eyes remain fixed on her, wanting to soak in every word she shares without interrupting. “I mean, my kids mean the world to me, but so does this company,” she continues, her voice growing more reflective. “It’s going to be complicated, but that’s why I’m so grateful to have Kento by my side." She smiles.

"He takes on so much without any fuss, and with this new addition to our family, my appreciation for him grows deeper day by day…” She chats animatedly about Kento, her eyes shining with love, until suddenly she pauses. “Why didn’t you stop me, girl? Here I am, going on and on about my life and all my little dramas when I actually came to see how you’re doing!” 

“Well, Satoru and I have gotten closer, and things have changed.” Her brow raises, “And when you say, close’’ she says, using her fingers to gesture quotations, “Do you mean close as in he’s been inside you, or close as in ya’ll are being boring adults and taking things slow?”

You gasp at the first half, then break out in laughter, “ First off, he wasn’t inside me ...well, his tongue was…” You murmur into your coffee cup. Next thing you know, you can hear the entire building shake with her reaction, “HE WHAAAAAAT???” Her jaw drops. On the floor. Past the pavement. Under the building at this point. “Biiiiitch,” she jerks back into her seat in disbelief, “And why didn’t you call me?!” She scoffs, fake upset. “Because it was like so…” you pause, trying to find your words, 

“Soooo disgusting?”

“No”

“Sooo embarrassing..?”

“No”

“So good it was disgustingly embarrassing?”

“Kind of…” Your eyes drop as you answer, “OH MY GOODNESS!!” Now, Mrs Nanami is standing, hovering over your desk, “How did that even happen?” And so you begin telling her about the date and what happened with Yuka, and she stops you, her face turned up with disgust, “Wait a minute, Yuka was there?” “She came into the lobby of our building and was trying to intimidate me lowkey, but she just doesn’t know who she’s fucking with.” You cross your arms, looking at Mrs Nanami’s face as she hasn’t said anything yet, which means she knows something. “What?” You ask, “What do you know?”

“You have to be careful around her; she knows a lot of people, and you wonder how easy it was for her to almost ruin Satoru?” She looks up at you, “She is a person who will literally do anything to destroy someone that’s a threat to her.” A smirk displays on your face, “she doesn’t scare me. That’s a blowup doll waiting to be popped if you ask me!” Mrs Nanami looks at you like she’s almost speechless, but then shakes her head and says, “What did you expect? You expected me to be scared like a pussy?” You lean forward, talking like this lady ain’t your boss but a regular associate, after all these years, though, it didn’t matter.

 “Girl, no, not like a pussy, I just want you to be careful, is all. I literally just told you why!” Her eyes are now filled with worry because she knows how stubborn you are. You aren’t just an assistant to her, you’re like her little sister, and she’d hate to let anyone hurt you. “I know…I’m sorry, I’m just trying not to give her too much energy because it’s like she’s a fucking vampire or something, like I need to be careful at all times or else she’ll get me. Then it’s like Satoru doesn’t know what to do with her either! When he saw her, it was like he froze with fear for a second.” You run a hand down your face, sighing, “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore…” 

Later that evening, you’re packing up a little early since you finished all your work and are heading out of your office when Satoru texts to tell you he’s on his way. You’re hoping he takes you out after this, but what you don’t expect is that when you walk out of the building, you're bombarded by a gang of paparazzi and their cameras flashing.

“What’s your relation to Satoru Gojo?”

“Are you Satoru Gojo’s mistress?”

“Were you the reason his last marriage ended?”

You’re damn near blinded by the flashes and can’t see where you’re going. “Fuck off!” Your anger reflects as you push through the paparazzi, but they keep following, keep hoarding. Then you see Satoru speeding down the street toward you. He barely parks his car before getting out and rushing you to the passenger side, pushing you in before slamming the door. You watch as he berates and curses out the media, cameras still flashing as he drives off. 

The car ride is quiet…too quiet. Mainly because you’re simmering in anger and regret. You hate having people assume that you’re a home wrecker…a mistress. You’ve always been a woman of integrity and high standards, so this kind of attention is a no-go. Satoru finally spoke, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time, you shouldn’t have been in that position.” You scoff, “You’re right, I shouldn’t have been in that position, but this is what I get for fooling with a man that doesn’t have his shit together.” Satoru’s hands tighten on the wheel, his brows furrowed as he listens to you. “This wasn’t my doing, I have no control over what Yuka does!” 

“Time and time again, you prove to me right that you literally are not someone I should be associated with! You're always in drama. This woman knows where I live, where I work, and now there is a rumor that I was your fucking mistress!” Your voice slightly cracks. Satoru looks at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “So you want me to have superpowers and predict when she comes around? I literally cannot control what she does! I’m telling you this because I am not the man she portrayed me to be, I am not the man you think I am!” 

“I don’t give a fuck what kind of man you claim to be! Your crazy ass ex-wife is causing all these issues, and you’re acting like I gotta endure this, I don’t! So drop me off at my apartment and leave me alone.” 

“That’s what you want?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”

“You just want me to leave you alone.”

“Yup”

FIVE MINUTES LATER

Satoru has your legs pinned to your chest in your bed, literally rearranging your guts, but you wanted him to leave you alone.

Right?

“W-Wait, Satoru—too much,” he cuts you off with a thrust so powerful he damn near knocks you off the bed. He’s thrusting at such a brutal pace, like he’s trying to apologize or punish you with his dick, maybe both. You close your eyes, tilting your head to the side a little, all the pressure building up to your second, third, maybe fourth orgasm.

You couldn’t tell; you were in lala land. Satoru grabs your jaw, which makes your eyes snap back open, and he positions your head so you can watch him go in and out of your gushing mess, “Look at me destroying that pussy baby, you still want me to leave you alone?” He says, menacingly staring into your soul, quickening his pace. You can’t help but moan, you’re slowly regretting letting him inside your apartment…

No, you don’t.

Your toes curl up from the pleasure building up, you’re a sloppy mess, all you hear is your skin slapping together, and the degrading sounds of your pussy being destroyed. Satoru wastes no time, pulling out and flipping you over. You whine at the sudden loss,  but then you look forward and see that he positioned you to look at the mirror while he fucks you from behind. He grabs your already fucked up hair, pulling you up, “Answer me, baby, you want me to leave you alone?” He asks, his other hand guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, teasing your poor hole. “I-I…” 

“I-I…” Satoru mocks you, “That’s not an answer, doll. Tell me no,w or else I’ll take your silence for an answer and just ya know…leave.” He says as he’s slowly pushing his tip back inside you. You, being the prideful whore woman you are, don’t say anything.

You just grab his cock and push yourself back onto him, causing you both to moan. You because this might be the best dick you’ve ever had. Him because that was probably the hottest shit he’s seen ever. Satoru lets go of your hair and grabs your neck, pulling you into a kiss as he starts thrusting again. You can hardly catch your breath when he pulls back, and then you feel it, him spitting in your mouth.

Oh, Satoru is so pussy drunk right now, and you, oh, you poor soul. You’re completely out of it. You try to use a hand to push against his abdomen, but he swats your hand away. “You wanted this, you wanted me to come in here and fuck you like an animal, huh?” All you can do is whine and moan out of pure bliss,  and Satoru laughs, he fucking laughs at the fact that the woman he’s chased for years is now spent off his cock. 

Satoru's hands grip your hips tightly as he pulls you closer, his thrusts becoming more forceful and demanding. You can feel his breath hot on your neck as he leans down, his chest pressing against your back. "It's too much," you whimper, your fingers gripping the sheets for dear life.

"Too much?" he growls, his voice rough with desire. "It's never enough." He speeds up, his hips slamming into yours with a force that makes you cry out. "You're mine," he whispers against your skin, nipping at your earlobe. "This pussy belongs to me, right?"

Your head is spinning, your body trembling as you try to catch your breath. "Yes," you manage to nod, but it's not enough for him. He leans back, his grip on your hips tightening. "I didn't quite hear you before," he taunts, his eyes burning into yours. "Look at the mirror and tell me again who you belong to, baby."

You turn your head, your vision blurry with tears, but there you are, your body slick with sweat, your hair a mess, your lips swollen from his kisses. "It's yours," you whisper, your voice breaking. "All of me, it's yours."

********

After Satoru fucked your brains out, your entire body goes limp. Even though you’re lying up with Satoru, passed out on his chest, your heart is feeling like giving him access to you right now might not be the best choice. You wake up, the sky is dark, and you see that Satoru isn’t in the room, but he’s in your living room; you faintly hear him talking to someone on the phone.  You grab your phone to see the video of you being swarmed by the paparazzi go viral. You see Satoru’s Instagram post, and it looks like his PR team held him at gunpoint to make a statement.

"I want to address the unfounded rumors circulating about my relationship with my ex-wife. I assure you that these claims are completely false. My legal team is prepared to take action against anyone responsible for spreading this misinformation. I would also like to clarify that the woman I am currently seeing is unrelated to my previous marriage or our separation. There is no connection between these matters, and I appreciate your understanding." 

You just look at your phone like someone who’s just seen something they weren’t meant to see. “The woman you’re currently seeing, huh?” you mumble, looking around, a faint blush on your face. You grab a t-shirt before walking out to see Satoru shirtless, in his underwear, and looking like he’s auditioning for a Calvin Klein photo shoot, but they rejected him because he looks like he fucking aged fifteen years in dog years. At least the dick print is impressive…not like he needed to show you anymore, he already put you to sleep twice now.

Satoru sees you and quickly hangs up the phone, his expression turning serious as he approaches. He wraps his arms around you, his warmth enveloping you like a protective shield. “I’m so sorry about this,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “Yuka is taking things way too far.” You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the weight of the online hate that seems to grow heavier each day.

“Yeah, she is... and frankly, your little statement won’t do much to stop it. The comments are brutal.” He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes filled with concern. “I know, but there’s something you need to hear.” As he kneels before you, his hands slide down your waist, his touch both grounding and electrifying. “Look at me,” he says, his voice firm yet tender.

You meet his gaze, and this time, it’s not filled with the fire of passion but rather with a deep, unwavering love. “All these years, I’ve spent chasing you. Every woman I’ve ever been with… they don’t even come close to what I feel for you.” He chuckles softly, but it’s laced with something heavier. “I thought I could bury my feelings beneath flings, but instead, they just kept growing.”

“Satoru…” You feel your heart race, caught between disbelief and yearning. His grip on your hips tightens as he stares deeply into your eyes, his own filling with unshed tears. “Just listen, please…” His voice drops to a whisper. “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long.” He bows his head, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. “I can’t bear the thought of this tearing us apart. We’re building something together, and I don’t want Yuka or anyone else to destroy it.”

You take a moment, allowing his words to sink in. The tension in your chest begins to ease, replaced by a flicker of hope. “Satoru… It’s not easy. This is a lot coming from her. Now the media is involved, and I’m getting so much hate. If you really mean this, you gotta show me. I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak, and I literally cannot go through that again. So tell me, do you mean it?” 

He looks up at you, his gaze earnest and unwavering. “I do. More than anything. I want to face this together. I don’t want to run away or hide from the world anymore. I want to fight for your love.” You shake your head slightly, feeling the corners of your lips tug upwards.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course, sweets, besides…you think I'm throwing all this away?” he replies, a small smile breaking through his earlier anguish. “We’ll navigate this storm together. You have me, always.”

With a newfound clarity, you sink to the ground beside him. “Then let’s keep building,” you say softly, reaching for his hand. “Let’s show everyone that love can conquer even the fiercest battles.” Satoru squeezes your hand, a mix of relief and determination washing over his face. Then a small grin appears on his face, “You’re so cute when you let your guard down!” he says, bringing you into a bear hug, almost crushing your bones.

“Satoru!” you say, trying to get from under him. Satoru's eyes widen, realizing he’s almost suffocating you, he lets go. You stare at him blankly, eyes deadpanned onto him, “Really?!” you say, lightly pushing his shoulders. You both stare at each other for a moment, silence filling the air, then laughter breaks out between you two, as the nightlife on the outside continues, and the love between you two is just starting to brew. 

Thank you for reading!