・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆Fratjo x Reader┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
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And the way he looked at you flushed, breathless, completely undone, made it clear.
When it came to you, he never stood a chance.
He hovered over you, taking his time as he looked down at your body beneath him. Your shirt (which was his) was pushed halfway up, exposing the soft curve of your waist. You only had your panties on. The sight made his breath slow, his eyes darkening with quiet admiration. You looked flushed and beautiful, completely open to him.
His hands slid gently under the fabric, warm palms tracing along your sides, moving slowly like he was memorizing you all over again. When his fingers drifted lower, your breath hitched and you felt your pussy throbbing at the touch of his finger. Which your thighs press together slightly, the anticipation pooling low in your stomach.
Your eyes locked with his. There was something intense in his gaze now not rushed, not careless. Just want. Just you.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down slowly, inch by inch, never breaking eye contact. He watched your expression carefully, like he was reading every tiny reaction, every shift in your breathing. The way he looked at you made your body tighten again and the corner of his mouth lifted into a slow, knowing smirk, like he loved having that kind of effect on you.
You were drenched in wetness, your body aching for him, needing him closer, needing him inside you. The hunger in your eyes said everything.
He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside and revealing the sharp lines of his abs, the muscles along his sides flexing as he moved. The sight made your breath catch. Your hands moved instinctively, sliding down his chest, over the hard ridges of his stomach, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your palms. You bit your lip slightly, clearly liking what you felt.
His cock twitched hard inside his pants at your touch. He was already so painfully hard it almost felt overwhelming, his body reacting to you like it always did instantly, desperately. Every slow drag of your fingers over his muscles made his jaw tighten.
“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, voice low and strained, like he was barely holding himself together. Your touch made him weak, completely down bad for you. You looked up at him with a small, satisfied grin, knowing exactly what you were doing to him and loving every second of it.
His thumb slid lower, brushing over your clit and beginning to move in slow, deliberate circles. Your breath caught instantly, your hips reacting before you could stop them. He watched you closely, completely mesmerized by the way your body responded to him.
“She’s so pretty,” he murmured, voice low and full of admiration. A soft gasp left your lips, your head tilting back slightly as pleasure rolled through you. Your fingers tightened in the sheets, your body already aching for more, aching for him. You reached for his wrist gently, stopping him midway. “Gojo… please,” you said, your voice smaller now, almost shy despite the heat in your eyes. You swallowed, looking up at him through your lashes. “I want you inside me.” The vulnerability in your tone made his smirk deepen.
“So needy for me, baby?” he teased softly, brushing his thumb along your hip instead. “Can’t even wait, huh?” He stood long enough to push his pants down, and you watched without looking away. His cock sprang free, erect and hard, his body visibly straining with how badly he wanted you. The tension in his jaw and the way his chest rose and fell made it obvious he was barely holding himself back.
He just wanted to make soft, slow love to you tonight, to take care of you, to worship you, to give your body exactly what it needed. His touch wasn’t rushed, it was patient, attentive. He murmured how beautiful you were, how your tight little cunt was begging for him, aching to be stretched by him and only him. He was memorizing the way you reacted beneath him.
He guided himself between your thighs and gently tapped his cock against your clit, teasing you. The soft, wet clap filled the room, the sound of his pre cum and your slick arousal mixing together. He groaned quietly at the feeling, at the way your hips instinctively lifted toward him. Again he let his cock brush and tap against your clit, slow and unhurried, listening to that intimate sound each time their wetness met.
Your eyes rolled back as your body twitched with every touch, every careful tease. Tonight was just about caring for you, stretching you out slowly, making sure every tremble, every gasp, was pulled from you with patience and devotion.
He dragged the tip slowly down your slick folds until he reached your entrance, teasing you with just the slightest press. Your body reacted instantly, your hips lifting, your breath catching as you felt him begin to push in but just the tip at first. Your pussy fluttered around him, already trying to pull him deeper, as if it couldn’t wait.
“Mmm… Gojo…” you whimpered softly, your fingers tangling in the sheets. “Ple—”
Before you could finish, he thrust forward, not careless but firm, burying himself inside you in one smooth motion. The sudden fullness made you both gasp. Your back arched off the bed, your grip tightening in the sheets as he caught himself above you, one hand braced beside your head. He stayed there for a moment, fully seated inside you, letting you adjust to the stretch. The room filled with the sound of your heavy breathing. You felt him everywhere hot, solid, overwhelming and your body instinctively tightened around him.
“Fuck… baby girl,” he groaned, lowering himself closer, his lips brushing your ear. “I love you so much.” His voice was rough with emotion, with need. “You feel so good… you’re gripping me so tight.”
Your pussy clenched again at his words, and he let out a low, strained sound, savoring the way your body held him. He moved his hips just slightly, testing the way you responded, the way you wrapped around him like you never wanted to let go. He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in, overwhelmed by how much he loved the feeling how perfectly you fit him.
He began to move slowly, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, letting your bodies melt together. Your hands slid up his back, your pretty nails dragging lightly over his skin, leaving faint red trails that made him shiver. He smirked softly, knowing he’d paid for those nails, loving the way they marked him now.
One hand gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place, while the other kept him balanced above you. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, making you whimper at the loss, then thrust back into your tight cunt with a deeper, stronger motion that stole the air from your lungs. The sound of your moans filled the room, growing louder with every roll of his hips. He let out low groans right next to your ear, the sound vibrating through you, making your toes curl. He loved the way you reacted to him, how your body arched, how you clung to him, how your tight cunt seemed to welcome him back every single time he moved.
His lips found your neck, then your shoulder, kissing and sucking gently, leaving warm marks along your skin. Each time he did, you arched your back further into him, pressing your body closer, your nails digging in deeper as you held onto him. He buried his face near your ear, breathing hard, whispering how good you felt, how much he loved this, loved you, how perfectly you moved together. Every thrust was filled with that shared heat and hunger, both of you lost in the way your bodies responded to each other, chasing the pleasure building between you.
“F-faster… please,” you moaned, your voice trembling with need.
He smirked against your skin, his voice dropping low and rough. “I got you, baby.”
His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with more urgency, the sound of skin meeting skin growing louder, more desperate. Every thrust pushed a breathless sound from your lips, your body reacting instinctively to the rhythm he set. Your wetness made every movement slick and heated, the friction building higher with each roll of his hips.
His pelvis pressed harder against you, the steady brush against your clit making your legs tremble. You squirmed beneath him, nails digging deeper into his back as your pleasure overwhelmed you, tears glossing your eyes from the intensity of it all.
“Uhh… Gojo…” you cried out louder this time, his name breaking from you like you couldn’t hold it in.
The sound of you saying his name did something to him. His expression shifted, confidence melting into raw need. He groaned low in his throat, breath coming out uneven as he tried to keep control. His body strained with every movement, muscles tightening, jaw clenching as the feeling of your wet cunt around him threatened to undo him completely.
He buried his face near your ear, breathing hard, half-whimpering, half-groaning as he kept moving. The way you clung to him, the way you felt wrapped around him, it had him fighting for composure. His grip on your waist tightened, forehead pressing to yours as he chased that overwhelming rush building between you both.
“Uhh… fuck, Gojo… I’m gonna cum,” you breathed out, your voice shaking as the pleasure built higher and higher inside you.
His eyes darkened, jaw tightening as he felt you clenching around him. “Yeah… that’s it,” he groaned, his voice breaking with need. “C’mon, baby… give it to me. I wanna feel you… please.” There was no teasing now, just raw desperation. He needed it. Needed you.
His movements grew more urgent, hips snapping forward as he tried to push you over the edge. Every thrust stole another cry of his name from your lips. “Gojo-” you moaned again and again, your body trembling beneath him.
“Please,” he begged, breath ragged against your skin. “Lemme feel you… I wanna feel you cum on my dick. I need it.” His voice cracked at the end, hips stuttering as your pussy tightened around him.
“Uhhh… GOJOOO!” you cried out, your whole body arching as you came, waves of pleasure crashing through you. The way your cunt clenched and pulsed around him made him groan loudly, almost losing himself right then.
He pushed himself up slightly, gripping your waist with both hands, holding you in place as he chased his own release. “Fuck-” he gasped, eyes locking with yours as he lost control, his cock buried deep as he came too, a low, broken moan spilling from his lips.
He stayed close, breathing hard. Even after, he didn’t pull away immediately, just looked into your eyes, and giving you one last trust, making the cum squirt out of you pussy as you let a small moan. A faint smile tugged at his lips before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to yours.
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:- yall neeeed to listen to the song while you read this like no kidding. and lemme know if i made a mistake thanks. 🙏🏼
