a taste of home — bokuto k.
tags :: fem!reader, cunnilingus, desperate bokuto
a/n :: i LOVE this man so much, like i need him carnally. hope you enjoy!
riddled with lethargy, you sluggishly dragged yourself into your apartment. the familiar scent of you and bokuto’s shared home brought you comfort after a long, strenuous work trip.
“ko! m’home!—” you had barely slipped the deadbolt chain into place before your eyes landed on your boyfriend. he swiftly made his way towards you with need overwhemlingly evident on his face.
he dropped to his knees in front of you, his fingers digging into your plush thighs. he pulled you close and nuzzled his check against the soft flesh,
“y/n baby, fuck—missed you so much,” kotaro’s voice rasped, dripping with desperation. he ran his hands over your ass, easily cupping it before kneading it in his hands, “please, let me taste you. ‘been aching for you for daysss, honey.”
you chuckled, staring down at him with surprise and arousal at his desperation, “you couldn’t even wait ‘till i put my things down? and i’m tired, ko…”
he frantically shook his head, nuzzling against the the crotch of your pants, “nuh uh, i thought about this pussy every night. please, just one taste? i’ll be quick, swear..”
you didn’t even bother to protest when he ripped your bags from your hands. they collided with the floor as he unzipped and pulled your pants down with such urgency that you thought they would rip. his breath ghosted over your bare skin, making you shudder at the contrast in temperature. next thing you knew, his mouth was on you. he slid his tongue up from your slit to you clit — sloppy and wet and starved like he had been denied food until this very moment.
you threw your head back and it collided with the door. you moaned in pain and pleasure, threading your fingers through his dual-toned hair, “shit, honey—s-slow down!”
you gasped out, but he just whined against you in response, sucking on your nub harder and driving his tongue deeper into you greedily. kotaro looked up at you through wet lashes and half-lidded eyes, and blown pupils. that look almost undid you.
“missed your taste—missed the way you shake for me,” he mumbled against you, mouth never truly leaving you. “please don’t make me stop. ‘wanna make you cum on my tongue 'till you can barely stand.”
your thighs trembled, and you pressed them tighter around his head, succumbing to the knot building inside you. he groaned like it was a gift, like this was all he needed to be satiated.
with one particularly sharp flick of his tongue, the knot finally snapped. you came with a cry, your grip tightening on his hair, and he drank every drop of it like it was holy. he didn’t even pause to breathe, lapping at you through the aftershocks until you had to pull him back with a whimper, overstimulation settling in quickly.
he looked up at you, chin dripping, lips wet, eyes glazed with bliss. “more,” they whispered, wrecked and needy. “please—just one more.”
and by the way your body still ached for him, you knew you weren't going to bed anytime soon.