Here To Be Babied

20’s // 18+ CONTENT. MINORS GO AWAY 😡 🫶🏻

[msbyslilbimbo]

Call me Honey 💅🏼 (she/her, 20’s)

Meian Shugo’s Slut. Atsumu Miya’s Princess. Sakusa Kiyoomi’s Brat. Hinata Shoyo’s Baby. Bokuto Koutaro’s Dolly.

Kink positive!! Come play after you read my rules!💋💋

Minors DNI pls and thank you 🧸🎀

[msbyslilbimbo]

roommate!osamu is a great sport.

being the twin of an already-inherently-cocky-now-turned-famous-athlete, your roommate is nothing short of an absolute gentleman, always offering to pay for groceries and take out dinners that you two splurge on when he opts to not cook you dinner after a long day. he's sure to include you when his friends come over, and he's sure to keep himself respectful when your friends come over. osamu does the dishes, he keeps up basic maintenance, and the toilet seat is always down.

he listens to your rants on every failed date you go on.

"i mean, seriously! seriously!"

"seriously."

the agreement comes out muffled from a cheek-pocket of some fruity cereal that he digs his spoon into, eyes scanning the bowl for the perfect bite. the sogging loops float happily in their bath of milk as you positively seethe, frustrations coming in waves off of you. your wails shatter the air, your anguish being barked at him with about as much threat as a puppy. it's hard for him to not be enamored with you, especially when you come home with your tail between your legs in defeat after another failed date.

"who takes a girl out before ditching them with a bill!" you hiss at the universe, pacing back and forth in the kitchen. "at least have the balls to ask me to pay, i'd find that a lot more respectful!"

"guy thinks he’s good enough to pay for," he adds, swallowing the chewed loops. his eyes finally flick to you, "sorry toots. guy's a fuckin' loser anyways. you’re better off without a creep like that.”

"yeah, but he..." your voice trails off in a pout, disappointment crossing your features as your arms cross over your chest. this has osamu a bit more intrigued, a brow raising inquisitively as you seemingly harp on something you feel as though you've lost.

"what?" he asks. "no dickhead is worthy of any excuse if the coward leaves in the middle of the date to get out of paying."

your cheeks heat up in a flare as you’re asked for details, eyes unable to meet his as you blush. you cross your arms over your chest tighter, “it doesn’t matter.”

he shrugs and slurps some of the milk from the bowl, nudging it towards you in a call for attention, “might not matter anymore, but it matters to you.”

you screw your eyes shut, “ill just… go back to the drawing board.”

it’s then, that the mood shifts.

osamu scrunches his nose briefly before tossing the empty bowl and spoon into the sink. he wipes his hands together and lets his eyes glaze you up and down.

there’s a look in his eyes, almost predatory with a flicker of desire. he’s not coming across angry, he’s not particularly coming across as anything, he’s casual in his thoughts as if he’s practiced this time and time again.

for all you know, maybe he has. maybe he has prepped for this moment, has been ready for months since you started complaining about your dry spell to your roommate.

because that’s the only reason he’d be looking so hungrily at you.

ready.

he takes two steps forward; you match with a lean against the counter that he soon fills with his solid body. "tell ya what," he says. your breath hitches as his body presses against yours, a thick thigh pressing between your legs as he looms over you. you swallow thickly and blink doey eyes up at him, entranced by his temptation that he dangles in front of your face. "you wanna be bent over and tossed around a bit? quit wastin' your time on shitty datin' sites and just climb into my bed, yeah? deal?”

your lips open to speak, but your mind goes blank. the desire coursing through you turns your limbs to jelly and causes your heart to race. your breaths turn steamy as he continues to look down at you, awaiting your response.

“w-what?”

he chuckles, “nothin’ in that brain at all, huh?” his hands dig into the pockets of his sweatpants as he takes a step back, “if this dry spell nonsense makes you this upset, let me fix it.” he smirks, “i’d fix you real good.” he starts to walk his way to his bedroom, “you know where to find me, sweetheart. no pressure, just an FYI.”

his door closes behind him.

your lungs squeeze for air that does not come, your eyes blinking curiously at the door that now hides your roommate. the nervousness in your throat finally gets swallowed down as you stalk your way down the hall to your own bedroom, desperate to ignore the way your cunt throbs at the thoughts brewing in your head.

[msbyslilbimbo]

stoned off my ass thinking about choso in a Dirty Mind by 3OH!3 song fic and i feel obligated to let u all know

just an absolute fiend who just grabs his wrist and wants to take him anywhere you can, all while he just flushes and follows obediently because he is exactly where he wants to be

you've taken him in the bathroom during hang outs, his thighs trembling against the lid of the toilet as your throat tightens around his dick. your lashes blink prettily up at him, you’re an absolute freak over his reactions, and the sight of you rubbing your thighs together in your own excitement makes his mouth water, despite the cotton mouth of arousal blanketing his maw. his eyes cross, his balls tightening and a massive hand claps over his mouth to muffle the moans braying past his bitten lips.

you've taken him in dressing rooms, your legs swung over his big lap as you bounce up and down on his thick cock as it splits you in half, slipped through the slit in his boxers and past the zipper of his pants, now soaking up your dribbling juices. your head tosses back in pleasure, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other gripped over your mouth to silence yourself from the moans clawing your throat. your eyes are screwed shut, your tits spilling over the fabric of the strapless sun dress you've previously been trying on specifically for this reaction. choso watches, eyes hazy and mouth tight-lipped to try and keep his own euphoria quiet. his brows are furrowed in the center of his forehead, just above the scrunch of his nose. he throbs inside of you, your snug pussy swallowing him deep enough for him to cross his eyes. his nails dig into your hips, a plea, a warning, he's fucking close, he needs to cum, his mouth waters, he can't breath, nostrils flaring as he desperately teeters his climax before positively painting your walls, hips taking more deep thrusts to aide you in cumming around his cock.

you’ve leaned over the center console of his car as he drives, your hand on his thigh while you go into detail all the things you’d be able to do to him if he pulled over in the trees; maybe he’s the fool, but he makes his way to the nearest alcove every time, watching as you expertly slither to the back seat while he lamely scrambles to get closer to you. you’re wet, you’re always so wet, and choso can hear your sopping pussy being prepped by your pretty fingers while he makes a fool of himself getting tangled in his shirt, tossing it somewhere he doesn’t care about before slipping his dick out of his pants and whimpering so pathetically as he slowly slips inside of your sticky gash.

you’re constantly purring in his ear about how easy it would be to slip your hand down his pants and jerk him until he’s babbling in front of people. you’re always so close to him and touching his chest in ways that other people would see as affectionate, but choso knows you’re trying to navigate how to get him alone and jam your tongue in his throat, hand lacing in his hair and yanking the strands back to make him whimper in your mouth.

“i love how pathetic you are,” you always rasp, a sick smile curled on your gorgeous face, and choso knows you’re going to wreck him until tears blur his eyes and his body breaks out in a tremble where you’ll have to lie and conjure an excuse as to why he’s so flushed and disheveled.

you’re good at convincing people it’s his problem, not caused by anything akin to the filth you both got up to just five minutes ago, when his cum painted your hand, and all you did was smirk up at him, lick your fingers and shrug, “guess we better get back out there, huh?”

your sex drive is merciless. you, are merciless.

and every single time, choso just thanks the universe for you, head tipping up to the sky as his heart races so fast he feels it in his ears.

you’re the snake in his garden and choso is exactly where he wants to be:

yours.

[mysicklove]

I SAW THOSE TAGS, RIMMING YUUJI SUPREMACY!!!! Seriously though, you wouldn't be able to pull me off of that man.

I love you and your work btw <3

STOP IT I AM A FREAK !!!! i cannot with that man i want to tear him to shreds oh my godddd. the horrors made me write this little tidbit. and i love u too!!

CW: NON-FREAKS DNI, ass eating (m! receiving), sub yuuji as always, use of name sweetheart...,premature ejaculation (love it), unedited just brain dump lol, also like writing prob sucks i havent written anything in too long so...dont be mad </3

the pink haired boy props himself in front of you on the bed, stomach down, hips up. the arch in his back wasn’t too incredible, but still it was cute seeing him try to push his hips into the air while hiding his face in his arms.

your fingers glide over the tan skin, running hot under your fingertips. his body has filled out even more with adulthood, and you admire his muscles that flex under your touch. your hands move to the back of his thighs, and you smack the right one, intruiged to see his reaction.

the responding whine makes you grin, and peer up at the yuuji now gripping onto the pillows, refusing to look at you. he whines your name, followed by a pitiful, “this is humiliating. only girls are supposed to be in this position!”

at the second comment, you frown, moving your hands from his thigh to grab his balls, not bothering to be gentle. yuuji’s whole body tenses, and you tell by the way his abs contract that he wants to try to squirm away, but is afraid of what you’ll do to him if he tries. you give him a warning squeeze that pulls a yelp from his throat.

“that’s not nice yuuji, and not true, many boys find themselves in your position,” you hum, letting go of his balls to move to his cheeks. you spread the flesh, admiring the pink ring. “but i bet you are by far the cutest boy in this position.”

the tips of his ears to red at the compliment and the view u must have. it’s such an intimate part of him, and it makes his head spin at the idea that you are the only person to see him like this. he gulps and presses hips higher, gripping onto the sheets to hide his embarrassment.

his movement makes you smile, wanting to tease him even more. “what do you say?”

yuuji always was good at following directions, and so immediately he says, “thank you!”

and with those words, you dont give him much warning as your tongue lands onto his skin, dragging from his perineum to the pink ring. yuuji makes a startled noise that sounds similar to a yelp, and you watch his back muscles tense. the reaction makes your eyes light up and you kiss his cheek, pulling away momentarily. “of course, sweetheart. now, you are going to stay still and keep your hips up, yes?”

you glance down at his cock, hanging heavy and uselessly between his thighs. a glob of precum drips onto the white sheets. “yes,” he moans, muffled by his arm. “i will, i promise i will.”

“that’s my boy.” you gently bite his thigh, before moving your mouth back to where yuuji craves. and so you indulge him and press your tongue straight into his hole. this time yuuji doesn’t seemed suprised by it, and instead he moans.

you start with slow circles just tracing the rim, before you switch to flattening your tongue on the entire hole, lapping at it like a dog. the switch sends yuuji screeching, and you almost laugh at the curses that leave his mouth.

“it’s—oh my fucking—I can’t,” he garbles, when his legs begin to shake. still he presses himself back into your devilish tongue that sends his head spinning. it was a completely different feeling than receiving head, the nerve endings on his ass seemed to be much more sensitive. warm and wet and disgusting and wonderful is how yuuji would describe it, but he couldn't seem to voice any of those thoughts.

when you pull back for air, he whines, and you roll your eyes at the complaint. you take this time to lift his hips that seemed to be falling. you dont comment on him breaking his promise so quickly.

“i want to try something, okay yuuji? let me know if you don’t like it.”

“okay,” he mumbles, eyes unfocused. he knows that there was probably nothing you could do in this moment that he wouldn’t like, other than stop. he can feel how much his cock was leaking, and distantly he thinks about how he should have put a towel down before.

you spread his cheeks again, wider than before to watch his ring stretch. you begin to gather saliva into your mouth, letting it drop directly onto his hole. yuuji shivers but doesn’t say anything, waiting for what is to come.

then you dive back in, going back to the lapping motions that he seems to enjoy the best. but you pullback one last time, using your thumb to circle the wet ring so that he doesn’t complain too much. it seems to work, a pleased hum leaves the mans lips at the feeling of you thumb.

“you need to relax for this to work, okay sweetheart?”

“okay—yeah. yeah I can do that. relax.” it takes a second but he muscles slowly begin to loosen and when you glance back down, his hole has opened just slightly. you coo praise at him.

and with that, you mouth goes back to the source, beginning to suck on the circle, before you slide your tongue inside him. the reaction is instantaneous; yuuji lets out another high-pitched moan and his body tenses up again.

his eyes roll to the back of his head when your tongue begins to explore the inside of him and all he can manage to to do is moan, or cry, whatever the pathetic noise he is making is. he can’t warn you that he is going to come too early, and it frustrates him that his orgasm is already building up. it’s been too short; it needs to last longer. he doesn’t want it to end, but his dick begins to twitch beneath him and he huffs a whine.

when you catch his legs once again giving out, you have to hook your arms between his hips to lock him in place. the inside of him is hot and tight, but you do your best to move your tongue around. you can tell he is only seconds from coming by the way his body begins to jerk and the moans increase in pitch and volume.

yuuji’s arms shake as he tries to reach back and grab his cock. distantly he knows that if he squeezes down at the base he can prolong his orgasm so he can enjoy the feeling of you inside him for longer. it may drive him insane, but it would be worth it.

but you hear the movement, and while your face is still buried in between his legs, you use one of your hands to try knock his hand away, thinking he was trying to touch himself. but your hand grazes the tip of his cock, and it takes less than seconds for his body to react.

it sends yuujis whole body shaking, and you have to wrestle his hips straight to keep him from accidentally running away from your mouth. yuuji moans turn into sobs as he comes, and he can’t get a word out before he finally collapses onto the bed.

you are forced to pull away, your mouth and cheeks covered in your own saliva. yuuji’s muscular body shakes with after shock, and you pet his tan skin. it takes about thirty seconds for him to peer up at you with those clouded eyes, craning his head back, while laying on his stomach. both his belly and the sheets were definitely covered in his release.

you move up to sit next to his face, and he immediately placed his head in your lap. “did you like it?”

he grumbles your name, face going red. “i came in less than five minutes”

you giggle at him, petting the pink hair. “two minutes actually.”

he whines again and you press a kiss to his cheek, noticing that drool has also covered his face. you lean down to his ear, biting at the shell before whispering, “it’s okay, now we know how much you like it when i am inside of you.”

he doesn’t respond for a couple of seconds, burying his face into your legs. but then he lets out a meek whine that only makes you smile.

“i’m hard again.”

[msbyslilbimbo]

i’m back and i’m not empty handed i promise 🥺

[msbyslilbimbo]

miya osamu is a big back because he can tear up a three course dinner that he cooked for you himself, then eat you out until you're cumming on his tongue four times as his "dessert".

when you tug his hair and whine and thrash when it becomes too much, he merely pokes his head out from between your hips, chin glimmering with your slick that clings to his skin.

"sorry," he rasps, licking his lip. "just needta satisfy my sweet tooth, puddin'... gonna let me keep going, yeah?" his voice is raspy with desire, a rumble between your legs as he speaks.

he flashes you his most convincing, lustfilled eyes he can muster, and how could you ever say no to that face?

[msbyslilbimbo]

🩷zanka🩷

[msbyslilbimbo]

babes do we like sub!bkg or is that not a thing is that not a vibe

[msbyslilbimbo]

akaashi is the worst person to hook up with bc sometimes after he cums and he’s still got hearts in his eyes and his neck officially holds no weight, he sighs shakily and paws at his phone to make note of something he wants to write about

like sir you just got your shit rocked you want some gatorade before you start spinning a scene

[msbyslilbimbo]

lol bakugou knows he's fucked when he wakes up in the middle of the night with a hard on and cotton mouth and pounding temples while thinking of you.

you weren't even in his dream, it was a perverse situation that woke him up that you suddenly happened to appear in his head to, a situation you'd intruded completely without his agreeance. he hates you, he hates how you're plaguing his mind, he hates how much he wishes you were right here next to him. he's fucking bakugou katsuki he doesn’t need anyone to satisfy him.

you’re destroying him.

he hates how shaky his hand is as it slips down his boxers, pawing his cock pathetically. it's hard, aching with the heaviness of arousal, his tip sticky; he lets out a guttural moan when his fingers grip the middle of his shaft, slipping up and squeezing his tip in punishment for his pathetic behavior.

his face buries into the fluff of the pillow and he jerks himself, quickly, fist slipping his precum all around his shaft, throbbing in his hand at the contact and mere thought of you. he’s tired, he’s so tired, he just wants to sleep, yet you harbor every thought he has.

why can’t you leave him alone? why do you plague his mind? why can’t he fucking control himself?

bakugou pants at the sensation of his calloused thumb nuzzling the slit of his cock, applying just the slightest bit of pressure to the opening with a hiss. "fucking ass," he snarls, but his cheeks hold a smile and his words hold a rasp, "harrassin' me in the day ain't enough? get the fuck out of my head."

his so pathetic it makes him sick, whimpering in his pillow at the thought of you stroking him stupid, brows furrowing in the middle as pleasure seeps into his bloodstream; his body grows more and more tense as he gets closer and closer to painting his fist with his cum. he grunts, toes curling as he thrashes softly against his mattress, snarling in the air as frustration makes him harder and harder.

"leave me alone," he growls.

he's not sure what possesses him. he doesn't want to, but he can't help but imagine your tongue punishing him for his demand, the idea of your throat sinching around his cock sends him flailing over the edge as he cums. his head tosses back, hips stuttering forward and higher into his fist as he jerks himself through the greatest orgasm he's ever been gifted to experience.

all thanks to you.

bakugou cusses under his breath, chest heaving as it burns for oxygen that was deprived from him. his hand paws at the side table for a tissue, grumbling about how only degenerates jerk off in bed.

if you enter his dreams again, he'll make sure you regret it the second he gets his paws on you.

he swears on it.

[msbyslilbimbo]

guys i’m high but something something something, legend has it that that the best sex of your life just so happens to be the moniker of the gentleman living across the hall from you.

which is odd, because you’ve never seen anyone go in, or anyone come out.

not even him.

it’s weird how elusive he is, given the fact he lives across the hall from you; you don’t even know his name, never getting a concrete answer from whispers, yet he’s fucking women so good that their experiences become word of mouth? there’s no way.

if the tales are true, at least you know three things about him:

he prefers to be hit on first.

he smokes a cigarette after.

and his fingers are “beautiful.”

and not that you ever would consider having sex with this man, it does intrigue you about how good he must be to actually receive such a status of “godsend” and become word on the street. who could be so close but so unknown? how does he evade you? you’ve caught yourself staring at his door for a minute too long, you’ve tried working up the courage to knock and start a conversation, you just want the exhilaration of not knowing who this man is to disappear. you don’t want to stare across the hall anymore. you don't want to think about him and only him. it's not fair, he doesn't think about you an eighth of how much you think about him, and-

"aah!"

"whups."

distracted by your own thoughts (and the complete staring of his door), you bump straight into someone, wind knocking out of you and you stumble backwards. there's a clatter of a grocery bag that slips to the ground, contents bouncing out of the flimsy fabric. "fuck," you pant, not bothering to look up and acknowledge your mistake. "shit, i'll help you-"

there's a laugh huffed from a woman as she kneels down next to you, working with you to pick up her items. "don't worry about it." her voice is sirenic, making your breath hitch as it tickles your ears and makes your cheeks flush softly. it's comforting as it wraps around you, grounding. you take a shuddery breath before zealously reaching out to collect the carton of cigarettes that tumbled out. her own hand nudges yours in its own reach, and your hazy eyes catch the soft, delicate digits that brush softly against you. her nails, short and perfected with a light coat of nude polish, catch your skin softly in a subtle bite.

"sorry," she says, amused.

"no, please," you babble. "forgive me, i was distracted."

"i could tell," she teases coolly, and it makes a strange heat bloom between your legs. "but it's alright. may i?"

it is then that you look up to pass the bag of items to your company, body relaxing at the sight of doctor shoko ieiri, hand extended out to help you off the ground of the hallway. you smile softly, "i always seem to embarrass myself in front of you, doctor." you take her hand, slowly getting up

"i find it endearing," she says easily. she looks you up and down briefly, "be careful out there." she starts to walk away, brushing past you.

you giggle and shake your head, "will do doct..."

you freeze.

shoko stands outside of the elusive man's door.

the key she's holding between her slender, manicured fingers, slips inside the deadbolt easily. it clicks.

it unlocks.

and you watch as shoko ieiri walks into the elusive apartment, the lock turning shut once she's over the threshold as she doesn't cast you another glance, leaving you in the hall with your jaw agape and more questions than answers.

[msbyslilbimbo]

sae needs a whine baby gf.

one who hates when he calls her an idiot, who stomps her foot and bats him away when he tries to comfort her after.

one who whines when he’s walking past and he lets his massive palm clap down onto her ass, giving her weak knees and a petulant pout from her lips.

one who whines about him being mean when he teases her for not having a single thought in her brain when doing literally anything.

one who whines when her feet hurt, so he’ll carry her around because what else does he pump arms for, if not to carry his whine bag girlfriend?

one who bats her glittery eyes at him when he says no for no reason other than just to see her eyes water and swell with tears.

one who whines about a headache when he manhandles her onto her back when he’s feeling ferocious and ready to devour her.

one who never says no to him, but will whimper about how big he is and how good he feels while he batters and tears up her pussy.

one whose tight little gash is made for his cock, and gets wet when she pleads him to stop making fun of her.

[msbyslilbimbo]

by no means do i feel smart or creative enough for polls but once in a moon they’re fun :)

what’s your fave blurb format

one large post containing individual blurbs for each labeled character

each character gets their own post

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Voting ended onApr 26

[msbyslilbimbo]

endo and takiishi have tattoos where you kiss them the most frequently.

takiishi’s is just behind his ear, a thorned vine with roses for you to trace your lips over- a reminder of his protection of you, no matter how he may come across.

endo has a small constellation of stars on his inner right bicep, in the same place you cradle his arm when you brace against his tall frame to kiss his cheek. it's like he can feel your warm touch when his fingertips feather over the ink.

[msbyslilbimbo]

guys since my stuff doesn’t get around as much (shadow banned????) get ready for the true nasty pieces :3

[msbyslilbimbo]

hai hehe i just want u to know im the gooning on facetime with isagi anon, but i’m also the one who requested yukki dry humping a while back too 🤭 thank u for writing my request again!! 💗💗

OH EM GEE OF COURSEEEEEE THEYRE SO FUN im sorry im the worst and they took so long ive been slammed with life™️ BUT IM BAAAACK

[msbyslilbimbo]

gooning on facetime with isagi? 👀👀👀

omg JUST IMAGINEEEEEE your phone, propped against a stuffed puppy isagi got you one time when he was abroad, capturing your every whine and whimper of pleasure as your vibrator buzzes cruelly against your clit. you thrash, free hand slapping the bed in frustration with tears biting your waterline as your eyes screw shut, body clammy and flesh scalding to the touch, but never letting yourself reach the edge you deserve-

all the while, next to you on facetime in a city you can't mourn the distance over right now, isagi beats his dick furiously.

you hear him through the phone, yowling and groaning with the filthy sounds of slick cum being smeared against his shaft. a white ring of creaminess has frothed from the constant shifting of his wrist, squeezing the tip of his dick to squeeze every drop of cum he can to add to the wetness he jerks himself with.

there's minimal words, just grunts of hoarsed desire and shifting furniture filling the sticky air. it's not often you and isagi feed this much off of each other, one of you usually being able to assert your dominance over the other, but this time, it's fucking different.

neither of you will cum without permission of the other.

but neither of you can clear your shrouded mind long enough to form the words.

isagi's always been more vocal than you during sex, babbling words of incoherent delight and begs to please give him permission to finally reach the climax he deserves; he groans, he cries, he laughs in disbelief for your cruelty, but this time, he merely groans agonized groans and huffs of whimpers as his speed never falters.

"yoihaaa-ha!" you finally manage, back arching into a beautiful crescent as the bulb of your vibrator shifts to the underside of your clitoris, untouched by the mean buzzes until your trembling hips buck up and are suddenly enthralled with the new, exciting sensation. your wrist cramps as you force the toy further against your wet pussy, the head bullying its way between your swollen lips and sending every nerve between your hips alight.

isagi wails a moan, thumbing his slit roughly as the tip digs against the dribbling hole of his dick. stars crackle over his vision as his nails catches the mushroomed head and presses sharper in punishment- it makes his balls twitch sharply, they're so tight as he beats himself an inch of his life. his dick strains in his fist, throbbing as he starts to lose his rhythm. drool starts to trickle down the corner of his mouth, forming a pathetic little bead that slips slowly down his chin. his voice grows hoarse as his moans shift from guttural to girlish, akin to more of a shriek as he finally babbles out broken plea after broken plea to cum, he's earned it, he's a good boy, he'll do anything, he'll do anything! please just let him cum, please please-

"yes!" you scream in ecstasy, brain snapping at the prospect of cumming that you allow your prettiest boy to climax with you.

certainly didn't have to tell isagi twice, and in tandem, you both finally allow yourselves to peak, cumming hard enough to crumble. your toes curl sharply and your legs kick out furiously, heels pounding into the mattress as your body tries to ward off the continuing buzzing but your mind in search of release keeps the vibrator exactly where it belongs.

isagi fares no better, finally allowing himself the release he's anticipated. his head tosses back and forth, dick twitching in his fist as he paints his fist and tummy with jizz. his head cranes back so far it aches, sobbing pathetically into the air as his lungs beg for air he can't seem to get. his lungs burn and his voice breaks as he lets himself melt into the deepest headspace that fills his mind and allows him to rest in.

the room, once filled with moans and screams of delicious agony now falls quiet with afterglow, your chest heaving to catch breath its been deprived of. no one says anything, words being far from your mind. you paw at the vibrator to finally free yourself from its buzz, letting it go stagnant between your legs.

isagi is the first to speak, voice tense from his pleasure that still causes him to shudder. "fuck."

you chuckle weakly. with your head heavy and temples throbbing, you force it to turn towards the camera, coaxing your eyes open despite the stickiness of tears. they struggle to fixate on isagi, but once they do, your breathing finally regulates and a smile spreads across your cheeks, "yoichi..."

"i know," he says softly. "wish i was there too." his words are shaky, but they make you feel safe almost instantly. isagi's always had that effect on you. "you okay?"

you hum in affirmation. he smiles, "that's my girl."

once again, you hum, this time letting your eyes flutter shut again. "you're about to knock out," he teases. another hum from your throat. "night, princess," he whispers, letting his own eyes melt into a close.

"good morning, yoichi," you hum, voice heavy and body melting into the mattress. "tell kenyu i miss him."

"absolutely not." his voice is still shaky as the sudden realization that he, indeed, has plans with his teammate later on, and he'll have to lie about the rasp in his voice with a lame excuse of a cold and not the hour long session of edging with his fiancee. "get some rest."

you want to tease him more. truly.

but instead, your body makes the decision for you, letting you succumb to sleep with the satisfaction of knowing yoichi has a full day ahead of him and all he'll be able to think about is you.