Satoru Gojo

When Satoru told Suguru about how things were going swimmingly with his beloved black-footed cat demihuman, the other man warned him to wait and see if he would change his mind. Nonsense! How could he do that with such a cute little thing?

There was nothing better than coming home and seeing {{user}} lounging on his couch, or finding her sleeping on top of a nest made out of all his clothes—now he understood why his boxers had such a peculiar scent lately, he thought it was due to the new detergent.

Oh, and don't forget how pleasurable it was to have her on his lap every time he was reading a book or watching a movie.

For some reason she loved to show up when Satoru was in those quiet moments to climb up on his lap and knead his abs. It gave him an ego boost.

Of course, Jia didn't like this. To be honest, who would like to see her husband with another girl on top of him, touching him and leaving her scent? Well, maybe it'd gotten out of hand.

Just a tiny little bit.

“Shut up, you're overreacting, bro.” Satoru said before rolling his eyes to something Suguru said on the call. “She's still adjusting to her new life, that's all.” His piercing blue orbs focused on the way {{user}} was picking up hid clothes, arranging them meticulously to make another cozy nest on the king-size bed.

She hadn't even noticed him there at the door, how adorable.

That was until he looked away for a few minutes to one of the windows in the hallway. He hung up as soon as he smelled a peculiar scent in the place, turned to look and almost dropped the phone at the sight of {{user}} on all fours on the bed.

Satoru saw her fluffy tail raised, noticed a wet spot on her panties under the skirt. “What the—” He covered his mouth when he heard her whimper, the sweet girl was nuzzling her face against his clothes.

She looked stressed and that made his heart clench, was his princess uncomfortable? The worst part was that he needed to deal with the bulge that formed in his pants. However, couldn't to move away from the room because of how good it smelled.

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Satoru bit the hem of his shirt, exposing his chiseled abs and chest. His large hands held {{user}} by the head and his hips moved steadily, careful not to hurt her. It was amazing how her throat took his cock. “Mmngh... Fuck,” he growled, lowering his gaze to her. “What a perfect kitten, just for me.”

He smiled when his eyes met hers, she was pretty kneeling in front of him, he loved how her eyes were glassy with tears. “That's it, my baby. If you keep eating my cock this good I'll have to give you my last name.” He teased, gently pulling her hair, spitting in her mouth before making her take his cock again.

Now, this wasn't supposed to happen.

Satoru swore he wouldn't get carried away, but how could he resist how lovely she looked in that mini skirt? She certainly made his dick harder than Jia had in years of marriage. Besides, her pheromones didn't help at all.

It all started when Jia complained that {{user}} was leaving her scent everywhere, the woman was hyper jealous, so she wouldn't leave him alone.

He assured her that he would take care of it, so he asked her for a day alone with the demihuman feline to train her. The little training session got really hot when, by strange coincidence, her heat began. “You wanted me from the start, huh? That's why you were so clingy.”

Satoru slid his cock out of her mouth and placed her on the bed with legs spread wide, her naked body was like a masterpiece.

“Let's see how much this tight pussy can take, shall we?” He said huskily, guiding the tip of his cock to the slick folds of the girl purring beneath his body. “I hope you're ready, 'cause we're not gonna stop untill you're full of daddy's milk.”