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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year
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Hold up! I SAID HOLD THE FUCK UP!
nsfw. mdni.
I submit to the Bokuhoe court: giving Bokuto a back massage...
Him lying down with his shirt off and you’re sitting there, straddling his thicc butt, rubbing a little massage oil on his naked skin, using the pads of your thumbs to knead and dig into the bunged-up muscles in his back and shoulders. And mm-mm-MMM what muscles they are! Bo's groaning and sighing with relief as you work the knots out, but a different part of his body is beginning to stiffen. His glutes keep flexing against your clothed pussy, making you wet for him. Little do you know, his dick is hard as a rock and he's about 10 seconds away from flipping over, yanking his shorts down to mid-thigh, and moving yours to the side so he can line himself up and sink each and every inch of his long, hot cock into you, nice and slow and deep.
Le sigh. 😩
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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year
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Need a quick break from writing for Daichi. Let me get this out of my system then I'll go write another 10k words for my King Daddy...
k. bokuto x reader (fem)
nsfw. mdni. size kink.
I just KNOW Bokuto has a size kink! I’ve always hc’d that he likes short girls. And I don’t mean just girls who are shorter than him bc that’s…well pretty much all of them. I’m talking about girls who are like 5’4” or less. The closer to 5’0” the better in his book.
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Bo thinks it’s the cutest thing when you tug on shirt and pout up at him when you want to give him a kiss.
His heart swoons when he leans down to kiss you and you stand on your tippy toes bc it shows him that you’re doing your best to meet him halfway.
The first time y’all are at a concert together and Bo can see over everyone’s heads, and he notices you standing on your tip-toes, craning your neck this way and that trying to see over people’s shoulders. Then he squats down so you can sit on his shoulders with the back of his neck between your legs. And when he slowly stands up to give you a better view, your eyes light up and you're like Princess Jasmine when she sings 🎶 IT’S A WHOLE NEW WORRRRLD 🎶 “so THIS is what the world looks like from almost 9 feet up!”
In typical himbo fashion, Bo has been known to scan the area wherever y’all are, looking for you and when he calls your name, you flatly say, “down here, Bo.” And he looks down while the biggest grin graces his sweet face bc he’s just so happy he found you. “Hey, baby! I thought I lost you there for a second!”
When he’s hitting it from behind, it turns Bo on to no end to be able to hunch all the way over you and give you little love bites on the back of your neck. He can kiss you without straining with his arms right next to yours, your fingers interlaced together. It makes his cock throb inside you when you moan in his mouth, his big hands pressing yours into the mattress while he slaps his strong, wet hips against your ass.
Missionary is a little awkward with Bo because your face is level with his chest, but it does provide the perfect opportunity to tease his nipples with your tongue. Mans has the most sensitive nips so when you lick and gently nip at them, Bo's pretty golden eyes roll back while his whole body shudders with pleasure. But he does try his best to kiss you while he's making love to you. You're making him feel so amazing all over, he doesn't even notice the discomfort in his back from forcing his spine to arch into an unnatural position sksskkksss. Then again, his back is pretty damn flexible. Have you seen the way it curves when he goes for a spike? 👁👄👁
Leaves you breathless when he's about to cum bc he throws his weight against you, fucking into you harder. He just doesn't know his own strength? But you don't mind bc the grunts and groans that leave this man's lips when he's about to bust a fat nut inside you give you life, and you swear you don't need to breathe anyway.
Is there anything sexier than making a brick shithouse of a man whimper your name when your orgasm hits and your tight pussy clamps down on his monstrous cock? No. No, there isn't.
Let me tell you, getting railed against the wall by Bo is a religious experience. The way he's effortlessly got your relatively tiny body pinned against the wall with your legs dangling over his forearms? His cock hitting spots that it just won't reach in any other position? His long fingers squishing into the fat of your ass as he guides you up and down all 9 inches of his slippery dick. And you're babbling between whimpers of his name while he presses his forehead to yours and grunts, "I'm so in love with you, baby owl. Always gonna take good care of you and treat you right," the force of his thrusts audible in his needy voice as he desperately tries to fuck all his love into you. He'll have both of you seeing the promised land. 🙏
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There. I feel better now. This list is by no means exhaustive, but at least I got some of it off my chest. Thanks for listening.
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tagging my fellow bokuhoes: @yuujispinkhair @luvkun4 @briokayama @chaoskrakenuwu @crystal-lilac
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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year
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nsfw. mdni. sub!Bokuto x f!Dom!reader. oral (f).
a/n: *clutches pearls* what in the world has gotten into me today? the bo brainrot just came outta nowhere and i keep getting these untoward visions of him in my mind. i'm not sorry.
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You demand that Bo get on his knees, naked, and lick your pussy. He smirks a knowing little smirk but does as he's told. You stand with your legs together, not apart. Yet.
In his submissive state, the pro athlete leans in with the tip of his tongue reaching for your puffy lips, but you put a hand out to stop him.
"Ahahahhh...did I say you could taste me yet?"
Those golden eyes peer up at you from underneath grey, arched eyebrows. "N-no," he pouts, "but I wanna."
"Such a whiny boy." You tsk him three times, tilting his chin up between your thumb and fingers. "What do we say before we eat?"
He licks his wet lips, his eyes never leaving yours. "Itadakimasu."
"That's right," you say, leading him closer to your glistening slit as you move your feet shoulder-width apart, giving him permission to taste you.
Bo maintained eye contact with you as his warm, soft tongue slipped between your pink inner lips, but as soon as he got the first taste of your flavor his pretty eyes slid shut. It's the most tender thing you've ever felt - his tongue slowly wandering up and down, in and out of your moist folds.
Sitting back on his heels with his knees spread apart, he stops and looks up at you again only this time his eyelids are heavier. "May I please lick your clit?"
You fight the moan that wants to escape you, the voice within you that wants him to just bury his face in your cunt already. But you have a standard to uphold. You re-focus.
"Yes, you may," you say, combing your fingers through his hair.
His long tongue darts between your lips again, gliding along your slit once, twice, three times before he starts flicking the tip over your clit. You exhale deeply, tilting your head to get a better look at his pink, wet muscle flitting up and down before he wraps his pretty lips around you and sucks you in with his tongue.
"Mmyeah...suck my clit just like that." You curl your fingers in his hair, giving a slow tug to pull his face closer, wanting him to suck you in a little harder. "Such a good boy."
His Adam's apple dips and rises with each strong suckle. He releases you long enough to fuck his tongue up into you a few times before gliding it between your quivering lips again. You look down, admiring the way his bright pink cockhead rubs against the hair just beneath his navel, a thick strand of pre dripping along the underside of his cock and onto the floor beneath him just as he slides the first finger inside you.
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tags: @yuujispinkhair @luvkun4 @briokayama @crystal-lilac
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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year
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‎♡‧₊˚ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY GET SICK
ft. daichi. osamu. bokuto. suga. asahi.
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‎♡‧₊˚ DAICHI
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Work
WILL STILL TRY TO GO TO WORK
“daichi, baby, you can’t go to work! you work with the public. what if you get people sick? what kind of police officer gets people sick? your job is to serve and protect and you can’t even protect people from your own germs? no, you shouldn’t go!”
but he’ll try to go in any damn way😤
“nah, i’m fine!” he’ll say before going into a coughing fit.
stubborn man
he’ll get ready for work looking and feeling like shit, but he’s determined - he’s Going To Work™️
it would take an army to stand between him and his sense of duty
mans won���t listen to reason
so after he leaves, you send a text to his sergeant: “i tried! i tried to get him to stay home but he wouldn’t listen.”
sarge is like: “damn workhorse.”
gets yelled at by his boss at the station then comes back home
his sergeant’s all “what the fuck are you doing here? go the fuck home. that’s an order, sawamura! i’ll take your fucking badge!”
Home
45 mins later he comes walking back IN the door
and you’re just there like “mmhmm” as he hangs his tired head and mopes back to the bedroom to change out of his uniform and back into his pajamas
daichi: you texted him, didn’t you?
you: how far did you make it in before he turned you away?
daichi: he was waiting outside. wouldn’t even let me in the door.
“i told you. you work too hard, baby," you say, following behind him with the cooling strip you just grabbed from the fridge. you’d put it in there to start getting cold as soon as you realized he wasn’t feeling well.
he was on his back when you woke up next to him that morning, his t-shirt slightly damp in the front and back. he’d been sniffling and congested since he got home from work yesterday afternoon.
will still try to do everything himself
you’ll come through the living room to check on him and find that your sick husband is missing from the couch.
so you finally get him settled down on the couch only to return after leaving the room for a few minutes and…your husband is missing from the couch! AGAIN!
“are you serious?” you go looking for him, exasperated. “daichi?!” 
“‘m in here,” he croaks from the kitchen.
“what are you doing?” you ask impatiently.
“i wanted more tea.”
“i told you if you needed anything, let me know, i’ll get it for you!”
you have to shoo him back to the couch while insisting that you’re going to take care of him.
Medicine
he’ll take medicine. he’s stubborn, not stupid. he’s Enneagram Type 1.
“if you get sick, you take medicine. why? ‘cause that’s what you’re supposed to do.”
Doctor
won’t go unless he’s been sick for a few days and isn’t getting better. and even then you have to make the appt for him sometimes. 🙄
stubborn, stubborn man. 😮‍💨 but you love him more than the sun loves the moon.
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‎♡‧₊˚ OSAMU
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Work
he wouldn’t go to work; it wouldn’t be difficult to get him to stay home bc he knows he works in the food business and he doesn’t want to contaminate any food or run the risk of spreading anything around.
he’s got customers AND employees to think about!
once he feels better tho and he’s not contagious anymore, even if his symptoms aren’t completely gone yet, he’ll go to work and wear a mask which is pretty standard if you're sick in Japan anyway.
Home
he’s just so chill
he’s been calling the shop every 2 hours. “how’s everything going? did so-and-so show up? did you clean out the rice cooker?”
he doesn’t mean to micromanage, he just misses his business. and he’s hands on. he works the front of the house ffs.
maybe he just calls a couple of times a day tho.
“how’s everything going? hm…okay. if you need anything, call. you know how to get in touch with me. please call me."
employee: "what?"
osamu: "what?"
Medicine
used to be anti-medicine UNTIL he became a business owner
“i don’t need no stinkin’ medicine.”
he’s a tough guy
but nowadays, he wants to hurry up and feel better so he can get back to work.
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‎♡‧₊˚ BOKUTO
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Work
he would be bummed bc he couldn’t practice or play with the jackals. he doesn’t even get to sit on the bench bc he has to stay home. the team is like “stay. the. hell. away. from. us.”
he got the whole team sick once so now he sneezes during practice and everybody just stops and turns around and looks at him like “istg bokuto! are you sick? if you sneeze again, you’re outta here, we are NOT going through that again!”
the whole team once got a stomach bug on his account. he tried to power through it and went to practice and they had a big match the next day, but everybody was fucking SHITTING, PUKING and the whole fucking team was down. they had to forfeit the game and chalk it up as a loss. they were so pissed at bo.
bo rolled his ankle during a game once and had to be benched. he was so bummed that he couldn’t play as you walked with him and the assistant coach to the infirmary to have it checked out. once there, his foot was propped and iced. you told him you’d be right back and he looked up at you with limp hair and sad owl eyes, but you assured him you’d be right back.
you ran to the away campus’s gift store and managed to find an owl plushie. you held it up, beaming at it. perfect! you rushed to the cashier to pay for it before running back to the infirmary.
holding the plushie behind your back, you opened the door and walked inside, bo’s hair and facial expression just as you’d left it. but his eyebrows arched in curiosity as you smiled at him before presenting him with the owl. his hair perked back up as a pouty smile covered his face, his big, round golden eyes filling with unshed tears.
“for me?”
“for you,” you nodded, proffering it with outstretched arms.
“y/nnnnn!” he cried, grabbing your arms and pulling you into his lap to hug both you and the plushie.
you kissed his cheek with a sweet smile. “i hope this helps you feel better, baby.”
he clung to that owl plushie for the rest of the game, like a mother owl protecting her owlet.
to this day, whenever he gets sick, he asks for the owl plushie. it’s his comfort lovey, his security plushie.
he’s so adorable…like an overgrown toddler, basically.
i luz he.
Home
B A B Y
he’s SUCH a baby about it the whole damn time
omg you will just hear him groaning from the other room
just “ohh ughhh ohmygod uhhh…i feel so awful…oh god i can’t breathe through my nose…ohhh i’m so hungry but i don’t wanna get up and get anything to eat…babyyyyy can i have a grilled cheese sandwich?”
he’s so sweet about it but he’s a baby
he’s such a hypochondriac, y’all.
Virgo much?
he’s all up on webmd using the symptom checker
“i don’t know, baby. what if it’s not just a cold? what if it’s this rare disease that’s only found in Antarctica?”
“bo, you don’t have that. only penguins get that. stop.” 
you finally have to just take his phone away so he’ll stop googling stuff and trying to diagnose himself with a brain tumor
“bo, you not being good at math is NOT a brain tumor symptom!”
he gets so much as a sniffle and he’s down for the count
he can barely get out of bed
“baby, come check my head. am i hot? am i running fever? where’s the thermometer?”
“no, baby, you don’t feel warm.”
“are you sure? you better get the thermometer and check just in case.”
Medicine
will take ALL the medicines
he’ll be looking for the cough suppressant and you’re like “bo! you don’t even have a cough.”
“i don’t care! i need all the things!”
you have to keep the medicine cabinet under lock and key, otherwise you might find him hallucinating and drunk on a cocktail of NyQuil, DayQuil, Benadryl, eyedrops, heartburn medicine, and Orajel. 
Doctor
calls a neurologist and tries to schedule a CT scan.
and you’re in the background, “BO! I TOLD YOU YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT PENGUIN DISEASE! DO NOT SCHEDULE A CT SCAN!”
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‎♡‧₊˚ SUGA
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Work
finally, someone with enough sense to stay home from work when he’s sick. you won’t have to tell him twice bc he cares about all the crotch goblins at school and doesn’t want to get all those kids sick.
Home
suga…he’s clever
and mischievous
getting him to stay home from work is a piece of cake, but good luck getting him to stay down
he takes care of others, not the other way around
you catch him doing stuff too
unlike with daichi, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be a burden, it’s that he can’t NOT be a caretaker?
you try to take care of him but he ends up taking care of you…and you’re not even sick?
like, not only does he not let you take care of him, he does stuff for you
he doesn’t go out of his way to do stuff for you, he’s just thinking like finally! i’ve got a day off during the week so i can get some things done around here. stuck at home, can’t go anywhere else so it’s a perfect opportunity to get caught up with housework!
you try to stay home too to take care of him but he INSISTS that you leave
“i will kick you out of the house if you don’t leave!”
so you leave - you go to work but before you walk out the door you point at him and you’re like “okay…but you better rest! i know you! you’ll take this opportunity to get a bunch of shit done around the house. don’t you do it! you better rest and take it easy!”
and he’s all “yes, okay, yeah yeah yeah. fine. go. bye.”
and sure enough you come home after work later and this motherfucker has done laundry, he’s probably prepped dinner, graded homework - and he’s laid up on the couch just GROANING bc of how terrible he feels. and you just look at him with your hand on your hip like “mmhmm! mmhmm! look at you now. see! i told you!”
he told you “sure! sure i won’t do any work…” liar
you come home and he can barely hold his head up.
poor guy.
“i don’t feel sorry for you. you did this to yourself.” 
but you take care of him anyway. “suga? why do you do this to yourself, baby? next time you get sick i’m getting horse tranquilizer to make sure you get rest. i’ll put you down sir!”
Medicine
so when you get home and he’s remodeled the house, having forgotten to take any medicine so now not only is he exhausted from overworking himself when he should’ve been fucking resting, but also his symptoms have gotten out of hand. 
“well,” you put your hand on your hip and raise your eyebrows at him as he lies groaning on the living room floor. “i hope you’re satisfied. because now you’re staying home tomorrow too. on the bright side, you’ve gotten all the work done around here so I guess tomorrow you might actually rest." cute dumbass sometimes.
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‎♡‧₊˚ ASAHI
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Work:
he’s so easy?
“asahi, you’re sick, baby. you need to stay home from work.”
“okay.” he’s not gonna argue.
he might try to say “well i’ve got such and such show coming up. i’ve gotta have this and that done…”
and you’re just “asa. that’s why you have people there to back you up. you’re not a one man team. your colleagues will help. you’ll more than make up for it bc you’re such an amazing designer! now go lay down.” and he will. 🥲
Home
he’s not gonna fight you on anything bc he doesn’t fight at all
he’s a lover, not a fighter
model patient
avoids conflict at all costs
“yes, darling. yes, dear. okay. okay.”
doesn’t complain
so easy to take care of
except he won’t ask for shit
will either try to get stuff himself or just go without bc he can’t decide what’s worse - burdening you, or getting in trouble for being up walking around again bc you told him to let you know if he needed something
so he just kinda tries to do without shit? and you have to come check on him.
“asahi? when’s the last time you had a drink of water?”
“uhh…two hours ago?”
“ASAHI!”
“it doesn’t matter what I do, i feel bad! i can’t win for losing!” 
finally you get through to him and he’ll ask for shit, but he’ll apologize first. like “um, babe? uhh…”
“hm? what ya need, asa?”
“umm, i’m so sorry to bother you but would you…could you…possibly…maybe…potentially…”
“oh my god, spit it out. and don’t apologize.”
“oh,” he says, averting his eyes in shame. “s-sorry.”
“stahhp!”
"sorry"
Medicine
he will take it bc you told him to and he doesn’t want to fight
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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year
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I know this shit is played, but it's been making me giggle for the past 2 days and i need to get shit done.
YOU: my boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. what should i do? KUROO: punch him in the stomach. then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him. AKAASHI: tackle him. TSUKKI: dump him. DAICHI: kick him in the shin. BOKUTO: NO TO ALL OF THOSE!! JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN!
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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year
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What has 2 thumbs and thicc asscheeks that I wanna bite? This guy right here ☝🏼🙂
Koutarou Bokuto || Fukurodani’s Ace & Captain
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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year
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⌖ title: yours
⌖ pairing: k. bokuto x f!reader
⌖ wc: 1.1k
⌖ cw/an: nsfw, mdni, msby!bokuto, boyfriend!bokuto, countertop sex, gratuitous money shot; bo comes on his own jersey while you're wearing it; the visual is so hot i need a stick to bite down on bc i'll draw blood if i bite my fist rn.
⌖ tagging: @briokayama @yuujispinkhair @crystal-lilac (if anyone else wants to be added to one of my taglists, let me know)
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You wake up to the sound of your boyfriend singing loudly in the shower. You smile and roll over to his side of the bed to nuzzle his pillow, surrounding yourself with his scent. He misses one note particularly badly and you snort. Seeing as how you won’t be going back to sleep you decide to get up and go make your morning matcha.
You look around for something to put on, spotting one of his jerseys hanging halfway out of an open drawer. You slip it on and the black aerofiber, cool against your skin, falls effortlessly over your hips and butt. It’s big enough that you don’t even have to worry with bottoms.
Perfect.
You pad into the kitchen and begin filling the kettle.
Meanwhile, Bo is just getting out of the shower. He rubs his head with the towel before wrapping it around his waist and walking into the bedroom. Noticing that you’re up and about, he smiles and the towel hits the floor. He pulls on a pair of basketball shorts and comes looking for you.
As is often the case, you hear him before you see him.
“Hey hey hhhhholy shit! (Y/n)...”
You look over your shoulder to see your favorite pro volleyball player standing like a statue, staring at you slack-jawed with stars in his eyes. He can just make out the curve of your ass, above which the number 12 is perched quite nicely. But what really makes his cock jump is seeing the name BOKUTO branded across your back.
You can’t help the snicker that escapes you at his dumbfounded expression and the highly visible dick print in his shorts that tells you he’s not entirely soft. Smirking, you part your lips and lick your teeth.
“Ohayou, big boy. Hungry for breakfast?”
Now, listen. Kōtarō Bokuto may be dense sometimes, but he knows a seductive look from his lover when he sees one. His golden eyes narrow and darken; a devious grin plays at the corners of his lips, steadily growing like the bulge in his shorts as he coolly traverses the space he’d left between you.
He swaggers up behind you, wrapping his heavy arms around your waist. His wet, limp hair tickles your ear when he nuzzles your neck. You hum with a smile as his nomadic hands pull and grab at your soft flesh through the material of his jersey.
“Only if you’re on the menu, baby,” he says, tracing the outline of your ear with his tongue and grinding his erection against your butt.
One of Bo’s hands travels netherly and you arch your back into his warm touch. Reaching up behind you, you massage the nape of his neck before pulling him down for a languid kiss.
“Babyyyy…” you whisper, wiggling your butt a little like you expect Bo to think you didn’t just do that shit on purpose.
“You’re wet already,” he murmurs as the pad of his middle finger glides along your slit.
“You’re hard already,” you retort with a sigh, pushing back against him.
Bo’s breath is hot against the back of your neck as he kisses it a couple times before sucking on that one special spot. His fingertip, slick with your need, rubs against your clit.
“Fuck, Bo…” The whine in your voice is almost as embarrassing to you as it is crazy-making for him.
Next thing you know, you’re bent over the countertop, your boyfriend’s jersey bunched up around your waist as he slips his hot cock inside you. His glutes flex, his hips in a slow roll as he pushes deeper and deeper until you can’t take it anymore and NEED him to just fuck you already.
Another needy, whiny “Bo…” but this time you tack on a pitiful ‘please’ at the end, knowing your man won't be able to resist. He's never been one to tease much, what with his strong desire to please.
Your moans ricochet off the backsplash as Bo’s large hands, hooked around your hip bones, jerk you back against his skin-slapping thrusts.
“God, Kou!” you hiss. With your chest pressed against the countertop, you look over your shoulder at your boyfriend as he plows into you. “You’re so thick, baby…stretching me so good.”
Bo loves the praise. “Yeah? Is it good, baby?” he asks, like he’s not the one driving his 9” cock into you.
“Mmhmm, so good, baby,” you groan.
He leans over you, his strong fingers digging into the plush of your hips. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look in my jersey, angel?”
“Nuh-uhh,” you lie, knowing full well what this is doing to your man.
“For starters,” he groans, “you’re wearing my number…” One of his massive hands grabs onto your shoulder, using more of your body as leverage as he pounds into you harder. “But most importantly…” he leans down to your ear, his bare chest and cut abs pressing against your back. “…you’re wearing my name.” It does shit to him, and his hips begin to buck.
“It's cuz m'yours, Bo,” you moan.
He’s never been a possessive man, but knowing you’ve let him claim you makes him feral. Something between a growl and a whimper escapes him as his thrusts become more erratic.
“Fuck-“ he gasps.
You suddenly find yourself empty and clenching as Bo tugs on his slippery cock behind you.
“Gonna come, babe,” he chokes out as his first jet of semen hits the black aerofiber covering your back. The next release of his seed lands on his name, the next on his number, and the rest spills onto your trembling bottom.
You look over to see your 6’3” pro athlete boyfriend panting; his white and black-streaked hair obscuring his eyes, his naked chest rising and falling, his glistening abs flexing with every breath.
“Stay there.”
Keeping you bent over, he gets down on his knees and squishes your ass between his big, calloused hands. His mouth waters at the sight of your plump, wet pussy lips poking out from behind your thighs.
You shiver, legs trembling as you whine a little for him.
“Itadakimasu,” he groans before licking the length of your slit, making your knees weak as he proceeds to suck your clit and eat your pussy from the back.
Your upper body lies limply over the counter, eyes rolling backwards while Bo lavishes your sweet, pretty pussy with his hot tongue. Fueled by your sweet moans and praises, he’s determined to keep going until you’re coming undone in his mouth.
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