Ataraxia 平静 | Gojo Satoru

-'๑'-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟑-'๑'-

My breath caught in my throat as I felt him shift behind me, his warmth seeping through and burning into my back. I attempted a few controlled breaths, struggling to divert my attention elsewhere.

It quickly became obvious that it was useless.

Though he wasn't physically touching me, his presence enveloped me so completely that it might as well have been an embrace. The warmth, the intoxicating scent of his skin, the flood of intrusive thoughts—all threatened to overwhelm me.

My heart pounded in my chest and my skin tingled with heat, a fire igniting in the pit of my abdomen. Another minute passed, and he shifted once more, accompanied by a soft grumble as he wrapped his arms around my torso, drawing me closer to him.

I nearly froze as he nuzzled into my hair, inhaling deeply and tightening his hold. I no longer managed to restrain myself, the very essence of my being craving his touch—the feeling of his closeness. Pressing my back into his chest, I surrendered to the warmth, my hips moving instinctively against his own.

A low growl reverberated down my spine as he met my movement with his own on instinct, his muscles tensing beneath me. I didn't have much time to think about my actions, no longer guided by logic. If he had been asleep before, I could no longer be certain.

His hips surged against mine once more, sending a throbbing ache through the apex of my thighs. His arm remained secure around my torso, and I found myself craving the sensation of being pinned against him, silently urging him on with the arch of my back.

I felt almost delirious as he sighed against my hair, his lips trailing slowly to my ear.

"I thought you wanted to sleep?" he purred, his lips grazing along my earlobe before descending to the sensitive spot beneath it, teasing it with his teeth.

A strangled sigh escaped me, only tightening his grip as my hips moved back in response. Only this time, as he pressed greedily against me, the evidence of his own arousal was clear as day. I stifled a gasp, my eyes widening at the undeniable hardness prodding my behind.

"Shh," he hissed in my ear, his nibbles sending shivers down my spine before he trailed down to my neck, leaving me breathless and flushed. "Don't act so surprised now, little one. You knew exactly what you were doing," he emphasized with another deliberate thrust.

He was only partially right. In truth, I was no longer sure of anything.

I strained to turn my head, yearning to meet his gaze, but his firm grasp hindered my movement. With a subtle lift of his head from the crook of my neck, he locked eyes with me, a mischievous smirk playing upon his lips as he paused.

"Yes?" His voice carried a palpable weight, his broad hand now tracing intricate patterns over the fabric of my shirt.

Even if I had words to speak, they remained trapped within me as his hand ventured higher, delicately brushing against the tip of my hardened nipple through the fabric. I sucked in a sharp breath, teetering on the edge of a more primal response, my own hand instinctively reaching to intercept his. He halted his movements, scrutinizing me with intent, as though he wouldn't dare move another muscle, unless I told him to.

I sensed the expectation in his gaze—an unspoken plea for permission to delve further, or perhaps a signal to halt altogether. Our eyes locked, exchanging silent words as our breaths intertwined. Then, with a hesitant adjustment of my grip on his hand, I guided it beneath the hem of my shirt, allowing his touch to graze the bare skin of my stomach. A shiver coursed through me, mirrored by the rugged inhalation that escaped his lips at my boldness. What it meant.

His gaze deepened, a predatory gleam flickering within his eyes as they continued to search mine, both of us rendered breathless. Yet, his muscles eased slightly, a wild, purely male grin adorning his lips. As I released my hold on his hand, his fingers lingered at my navel before trailing upwards in languid exploration, tracing sensuous patterns over my skin. A loud exhale escaped me, my head instinctively tilting back in response.