playing golf with brother's best friend!gojo who can't keep his eyes off of you. that white little skirt you were wearing is doing things to his head. yes, both heads; the one between his shoulders and the one between his legs. the latter seem to be the only one doing the thinking right now. his pants were getting a little too uncomfortably tight as he watches you bend over to get the right angle. the right angle to hit the ball and the perfect angle to get a glimpse of what you were hiding behind that damn skirt from where he was sitting. you bend a little more, holding the grip steady on your hands before swinging it back and forth as you contemplate on your move. gojo freezes and he had to push his glasses down his nose a little to check if his own eyes were deceiving him, and speaking of glasses; gojo feels the sudden urge to thank whoever invented them! as he realizes he could have the ability to look at whatever he pleases without anyone noticing. he sees it and almost chokes. gojo feels dizzy all of a sudden. what were you thinking, wearing a black lace panty with nothing else underneath that little skirt while you play golf with your brother's best friend?
oh, you naughty little thing. he feels his cock twitch, straining in the confines of his slacks. it's starting to hurt now, yet he couldn't even bare to look away. instead, he pushes back his glasses once more to continue ogling you. his sparkling eyes rake over your figure. easy access. where did that thought even come from? gojo silently groans. how easy would it be for him to just stand up from his seat and walk over to where you are. grab you by the waist from behind as he pulls you to him so you could feel the hardness of his cock against your ass. oh, how easy would it be for him to just lift your white little skirt to see that ass and pull down the tiny lace of fabric or he could just pull it aside and shove his cock in your cunt. would you be wet? it doesn't matter, he would prep you with his long fingers. or would you prefer his tongue? god.. you're driving him insane. gojo bites into his fist just imagining how you would taste on his tongue. would you let him? would you let you brother's best friend fuck you? the image will now be burned into his mind forever, great. you're his best friend's little sister for goodness sake! suguru would definitely kill him and he would gladly let him if it means to feel you. gojo almost closes his eyes in shame, then you hit the ball. gojo stands up from his seat while he claps, letting out a wolfy grin.
good girl.
like he wasn't just thinking about fucking you in that white little skirt a minute ago.
insert: that gojo baseball fit from that gojo baseball scene