#erixbabbles

he’ll make sure you can’t try to grind your way into an orgasm unless you ask, beg for it even, because he’s so mean with his movements, so calculating like he is with everything else every waking moment of his life. twisting and dragging that large wet muscle up your folds agonizingly slowly, stopping just at your clit where he pulses the tip of his tongue against it before retracting it, making you whine, but that damn shikigami of his keeps you in place so you don’t try to take what he wants to give you.

and all out of the pure selflessness of his heart. tsk tsk, so ungrateful…

some folks drum their fingers on flat surfaces. some folks fiddle with the jewelry on their hand. some folks hum some improvised tune to themselves or fiddle with some apps on their phone to act busy.

he sucks on lollipops. a lot of them. he goes through several jumbo packs of those damn things a day and how he hasn't gotten cavities from this new habit is not that much of a mystery. having infinity comes with so many perks. not only that, it’s not all that farfetched because for fuck’s sake, it’s gojo, who has the palate of a five year old and a sugar addiction like one too.

but he has underestimated how perceptive you can be. each time the skirt of your outfit hikes up just enough to leave no room for the imagination, for instance. he yanks out a lollipop from his pocket, rips it open, stuffs it in his mouth like he's pacifying himself for thinking things he shouldn't be entertaining.

this time it’s a cherry tootsie pop.

cherry. of course it’s cherry, he thinks, because he’s thinking too hard about popping yours!!!!!

“do you remember those commercials back in the day?” you prompt one day as he’s sucking on another one of those pops. another tootsie pop instead of a dum dum or other lollipops he keeps a stash of especially whenever he’s around you. “have you ever counted how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”

“not really because you’re more concerned with enjoying it,” gojo remarks, his eyes averting elsewhere, anywhere away from your top that seems to show off a bit more cleave than usual, and he has a feeling that’s entirely on purpose.

“ever wondered how many licks it takes to get me to…” you whisper the rest in his ear and he completely short circuits.

is that your wisest idea? nope. are either of you complaining? nahhhh.

he tells you not to blink with a low taunting chuckle, his free hand keeping a harsh grip on your jaw and the pads of his fingers digging into the hollows of your cheeks. you fist into the bedsheets, arching up into him as he’s tenting his body over you. his eyes never leaving yours, never losing that intensity in those indigo eyes that put amethysts to shame.

“suguru—!” you gasp as your walls are clenching around his three fingers scissoring you open, hard and fast and mean, and he’s not relenting for one moment and your eyes are stinging from the fact that you haven’t even blinked like he demanded.

you come in a hot flash, squeezing around his fingers, juices flowing out but he keeps fucking those fingers into you and the loud wet noises filling your ears are humbling to say the very least. the power he has over you with just his fingers. he never even has to use his cock a lot of the time and often only does so because he can tell you’re the greedy one (even if you won’t outright admit it).

you’re heaving, never breaking contact with his gaze even now. even as your eyes threaten to flutter shut, you don’t let those eyelids shut. even as he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean like he just ate a zesty sauce from some fancy chain and sighs dreamily before petting your hair and kissing your forehead.

not only is he a self proclaimed stand up guy, and the one who is practically at your beck and call 24/7 (he will leave you wanting for nothing), he is also just an absolute menace.

because maybe a lot of those small or big favors come with a few strings attached. not that you haven't figured him out. you're adorable and feisty and strong, but you're also smart. he's never denied that.

that doesn't mean he can't twist things around in his favor every now and then.

like if you don’t sit on his face for hours into the night so he can feast on your cunt before you even think about bouncing on his cock? no matter how much you want him, practically beg him to spilt you open because you want to feel closer to him, which makes his heart swell with so much pride and happiness he can't even express such sentiments properly.