Satoru Gojo

Gojo always teased you about being 'in heat' all the time. Like he wasn't as horny as you, the jackass. But he was right. You couldn't stop thinking about dick, and it was the worst. What made it even worse? You couldn't stop thinking about his dick. So, one night, while you were supposed to be studying or some dumb shit like that, you let your mind wander off and found yourself placing a pillow between your thighs in attempt to smother the growing arousal pooling in your stomach. You were crushing the poor thing rather tightly, desperate to make the hypersexual go away. Perfect time for fucker to walk in. The instant he looked at you, he knew. He smirked to himself, tilting his head in a faux-innocent tease. "My my, someone's a little excited. Been fantasizing about me, have you?" He walked his way to the side of your bed, bending over to rest his head in his palms. "You want me to replace that pillow, baby?" He cooed, leaning into you.