Bokuto eating your pussy to the point you're overstimulated and crying, begging him to stop, but he still wants to make you feel good so he eats your ass instead. He's decent on the kitty, but your ass? Immaculate. He's a god when it comes to eating ass.
my fingers slipped... whoops 🤪 but also why are my ass eating posts always the longest 🧐
your thighs are still twitching when he flips you over. you want to tell him no, tell him to stop — you don’t think you can hold yourself up for this. but you don’t have the energy, don’t have the voice. instead you just whine, rubbing your wet face into the blankets.
“prettiest fuckin’ ass, baby,” bokuto rumbles from behind you, big palms settling on your ass cheeks. “so soft and perfect.”
you mewl, not getting a chance to ask him what he’s up to before his fingers are gripping the flesh tight and pulling the cheeks apart, no doubt staring at your puckered hip like it’s desert in an all-you-can eat buffet. you want to pull away, embarrassment causing the rigidity in your spine but he beats you to it. and once again, those strong, strong arms are yanking you back on to his mouth. only this time, his tongue is licking over a different hole.
“koutarou!” you whine, face down.
“shit,” he groans, pulling back to watch your asshole twitch. “s’fuckin’ cute,” he mutters mostly to himself before licking over it again.
he makes a few more passes with the flattened length of his tongue before the tip swirls over it, barely pressing down but still sending you into a twitching fit. bokuto is sloppy with everything involving his mouth and the feeling of his spit rolling down his tongue to meet your puckered entrance is enough to make you squeal in delight, oversensitive and torn between throwing your ass back and scurrying away.
“baby,” he grins, pulling away for a breath and bringing one of thumbs to rub his saliva into your hole. “you’re leakin’ again.”
you know; you can feel it. each rivulet of slick that gushes out of your cunt with every pass of bokuto’s tongue is another boost to his ego. bokuto prides himself on how messy you get when he eats you out, whether it’s your ass, pussy or both that’s on the menu. you barely catch your breath before that wicked tongue is back, finally have loosened your hole enough for it to poke through, sliding over your most sensitive, delicate walls.
“kou, no!” you cry. “‘s’dirty, daddy.”
bokuto only chuckles, tongue still licking into you before he pulls it out, choosing then to suck a fat, wet kiss into the tiny hole. you only call him daddy when you’re too far gone and he knows he’s done his job right.
“but you like it dirty, baby. you love daddy’s tongue in all your little holes, don’t you?”
you nod, because it’s true. and the next time he presses his tongue back into your ass, you’re pressing back with your hips, wanting more. bokuto obliges, determined to make you come like this. you don’t even have to ask him to rub your clit, he just does it, loving the way your knees slide further apart on the sheets of your own accord. you chant his name like you’re calling for an angel, breathless and watery; your cute, little clit hard and wet and twitching under the persistent circles of his fingers.
when you come, you’re actually trembling, eyes rolling back in your skull. bokuto’s tongue and fingers are still working you over and you can feel the wetness spraying from your hole, tears in your eyes from the overstimulation. you’re done for, throughly used up and sated.
“ready for number seven?”
but of course, bokuto has other plans.
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