thinking about . . gojo clan boypussy, specifically satoru's boypussy. the way he greedily rubs his slick and wet juices on your knee while youre trying to figure out missions to send your students on, his black boxers noticeably covered in his liquids as he tried grinding on your flexed knee, "ah— y/n.. please.. pay attention to me.." he whined, his neediness overwhelming his senses to the point that all he could think about was you and you fucking his tight pussy.. you glanced at gojo, taking into account how he rubbed his sensitive t-dick against your knee, a soft and teasing chuckle ruptured out of your throat, the cuteness of the scene was all too much to handle.
you wrap your arm around his waist, bringing his tall and slender body closer to yours, and sitting him comfortably on your thigh, his legs spread enough for you to see the mess in his briefs. "so needy, you couldnt possibly hold this in until i was done assigning missions?" you hum teasingly, a whine from satoru made it obvious he wasnt in the mood for your teasing comments, causing you to roll your eyes playfully at his neediness. you placed your hands on the hilt of his hips, holding him in place as you scanned his body, he was in a large branded shirt that surprisingly fit him loosely considering his height and size and a pair of black boxers he had obviously ruined at this point, all while you still had your jujutsu sorcerer uniform, the leathery material making light squeaking sounds as it was pushed in and out of itself.
