#tw: c*mplay

[oh-katsuki]

On Your Tongue (Bakugou x Reader)

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Bakugou likes to cum on your tongue.

Content Warnings: Finger choking, face fucking, cumplay, fingering, breeding, overstimulation, edging, praise, degradation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, established relationship, spanking (once), cockwarming, aged-up characters

Word Count: 4.5k

A/n: Thank you to @junisfics​ for beta-reading this bad boy. *rings dinner bell* 

Bakugou’s always been the possessive type. It’s in his nature, to win, to take everything he can. Why should he be any different with you? 

To be fair, it wasn’t even your fault, what happened. He knew that, which is why you’ve got it easier today than if you’d deliberately tried to make him jealous. He just didn’t like their eyes, the way they looked at you in your outfit. Didn’t they get the message? You were wearing his merchandise. It was shameless, the way their eyes drank you in like you were some fucking animal, pissed him off. 

You were his. No one else could have you. So when he brought you home after spoiling you rotten, buying you clothes and jewelry and feeding you until you were stuffed full with sweets and treats, he pushed you against the wall, breath fanning out across the base of your neck as he hung his head low. 

“You look pretty today.” He muttered, lips brushing against the skin of your neck as your breath caught in your throat. “Caught some eyes.” 

“Thank you, Katsu.” You responded, laughing faintly as you tilted your head down to try and look at him. Your hand found its way into his hair, trying to coax him from whatever thoughts were running in his mind.

His lips worked at your neck, tried to suck deep purple marks into it, tongue working gentle circles across each bruise he left. “You’re mine though, yeah?” Bakugou’s voice dropped an octave, hands finding a harsh grip on your hips as he pushed you further against the wall. 

Your lips dropped open at the tone of his voice, hips bucking slightly as he kissed at your sweet spot, earning himself a whine that dropped directly to the pit of his stomach, cock pulsing in his pants. “Mhm, m’yours. All yours.” 

“Gonna let me fuck you like you are then?” Bakugou’s lips worked up to your jaw, kissing along the soft flesh until he reached the corner of your mouth before pulling back. You met his crimson gaze, his eyes low lidded as he posed his next question. “Wanna remind you exactly who you belong to. Gonna be good n let me?” 

You whined in response, nodding as he watched your brows pinch together before dipping down to bring his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss. He licked into your mouth, tongue flat as he pushed past your lips and let his tongue roll against yours. Bakugou’s finger dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him and holding you pinned against the wall. 

It had a rush of arousal flooding your cunt, panties dampening with each languid lick into your mouth, his pace picking up gradually until he was practically devouring you in a sloppy kiss. 

Truth being told, you liked it when he got possessive. It gave you moments like this, moments where you could knot your hands in his hair and lose yourself in the taste of his tongue. You liked the way his rough, calloused fingers coasted up the side of your body before resting where your neck meets your jaw and tilting your head up so he can lick deeper into your mouth. 

Katsuki was like this between your legs too, pulling you onto him so he could tongue fuck you just how you liked it, just how he knew you needed it. With the way his muscle danced in your mouth, twisting with your own and pushing it back until you could do nothing but take it, you could only image what the next few hours would be like as he dragged the pads of his fingers down your neck to finally massage the supple flesh of your breast with a low-seated groan. 

He paid attention to each gasp and break in your breathing as he rolled his fingers around the flesh, palming it before swiping his thumb over your hardening nipple, smirking into your mouth at the whine you gave. 

“Sensitive today, hm?” He teased, dropping his hand to pull your top off over your shoulders. “That’s unlucky for you because” he paused, admiring the way your tits sat in your bra before unclasping it with a groan, “I don’t plan on going easy.” 

You can’t even open your mouth to speak, save for the then don’t, that fell from your lips as he pulled a nipple into his mouth, one hand tweaking the other until it sat pert on your chest. Bakugou’s eyes watched you, watched the way your expressions contorted as he bit down on your nipple, smirking at the yelp that creeped past your lips. He ran his fingers over the mounds, standing up tall and pushing against you again, this time rutting his prominent hard-on against your leg. 

“See what you did? Just the thought of your pretty cunt made me like this.” He growled into your ear, licking the lobe with a flat tongue before biting down on it, his hands wandering down until he was cupping your cunt. 

You rolled your hips against him, once, then twice, before he pulled away with a click of his tongue. “Taste me first, hm? If you’re good I’ll reward you, breed you like the bitch you are, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you. My good fuckin’ slut.” 

Fuck, he had the dirtiest mouth, leaving you whining as he put a large hand on your shoulder and pushed you to your knees in front of him. You were jello, positively stupid for him already. Something about his commanding presence made you want to kneel to him, keen and primp yourself just for the chance to touch him. 

And you were right to do it, because when his cock sprung free from his boxers, thick and heavy with arousal, you salivated. It pooled in your mouth and dripped around the sides of your tongue as you swallowed, watching the way he languidly pumped himself, head resting on his shoulder. 

He was just watching you, watching you through those angry, low lidded crimson eyes that sent heat to your core. 

“Quiet now? You were awful chatty only a moment ago.” He presses the head of his cock to your lips until you roll your tongue out, letting him rub the head of it against you with mild pressure. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” 

He pulls his cock from your mouth, stroking himself again with a forceful fist, moving all the way from the base to the tip as his head rolls back so he’s facing the ceiling. It was almost cruel, the way he laughed at his quip and watched the way your eyebrows knitted up into an expression he could only describe as pure desperation. 

“Gonna have to ask for it.” He stated. 

You didn’t hesitate, pulling yourself from your desperate, clouded haze and opening your mouth to speak. No, it wasn’t speaking, it was begging. “Let me take your cock down my throat. Want your cum, Katsu. Fuck, please let me taste you.” 

Bakugou let out something between an incredulous laugh and a moan before muttering perfect fucking slut and placing his cock onto your tongue before sliding into the wet heat of your throat. It made him tremble, made him lose his mind the second he felt how you struggled to breathe taking all of him like that. You moaned around him, thighs shifting on the ground as he pulled all the way out and pushed himself back in, knotting his fingers into your hair for leverage. 

He guided you up and down his cock, occasionally pulling all the way out to rub the underside of the head on your tongue, just because he loves the way you look like that, tongue out and pretty for him; so fucking obedient. He swipes his thumb across your lip, spreading the spit over it as he strokes himself with a full fist, knuckles tightening around the head with each pull. 

And then he’s fucking your face, holding you by the hair as he slides in and out of your throat, watching the way you struggle to gag on him. Curses tumbled from his lips, eyebrows knit together as he watched his good fucking girl take his entire cock, even if it made her cry, even if it stained her pretty cheeks with tears. Fuck, he wanted to watch you choke, wanted to fucking ruin your mouth, your body, until you couldn’t take anyone but him. 

“M’the only one who gets to fuck this pretty mouth of yours.” He groaned, eyes screwing shut while he fucked your face with a sinful squelching noise, a broken sob leaving you in response. You were too turned on to think, too painfully aware of the throbbing between your legs as he took what he wanted. “Fuck, s’mine. No one else is gonna f-fuckin’ touch you. All- fuckin’- mine.” 

Bakugou punctuates his words with thrusts of his hips, pulling at your hair to get deeper, to take more. He wouldn’t stop till he came, wouldn’t stop till he was ready to ruin your mouth and then after that’d he’d ruin your cunt, ruin your pretty little pussy because it was fucking his. 

And it wouldn’t take long. Today he was wound up, so fucking tense from watching you be oggled, watching the way men and women alike followed the curves of your figure until you’d vanished from sight. Fuck, just the thought of the fact that you were his threatened to have him spilling, his anger and arousal mingling into a delicious combination that had him wanting to paint you white. 

He slows down his thrusts, breath rising in pitch and speed as he gets close, jaw tensing and untensing as he rubbed the head of his cock against your tongue. 

One thing about Bakugou, he likes to cum on your tongue. Not down your throat, not on your tits, right on your tongue. First, because he always cums hard as fuck when he does and second, he likes the way his cum looks on your tongue, coating the pink muscle. It scratched an itch, pinching your cheeks together so your lips are parted in a pout and he can see just how well he ruined that slut mouth of yours. Made something in him break, made him want to fuck the ever-living shit out of you. 

Maybe it’s the possessive part of him that likes the way it mixed with your spit, or maybe it’s just him being a bit sadistic at watching how desperately you wanted to swallow it. He didn’t let you though, instead, he told you to open up and show him before sliding two thick fingers past your puffy red lips. Bakugou fucked your mouth slow with his fingers, feeling the way his cum coats them before making you gag, pressing on the back of your tongue to get you salivating for him. He’d already ruined your mouth with his cock, but watching the way you sat politely on your knees, thighs shifting with arousal while he stood over you with his fingers down your throat, made him want to destroy every part of you. 

You could feel how calloused his fingers were on your tongue, sliding in and out easier and easier as they became covered in his cum and your spit. It was sinful, the way the mixture spilled from your lips with each outward pull until it started to slowly drip down your chin. His chest heaved as he watched you, eyes low lidded while he pushed his fingers to gag you over and over again. 

Bakugou couldn’t get enough of this look in your eyes, glassed over with a sheen of desperation, all too eager for him to fuck that pretty pussy between your legs. He likes the way your eyebrows pull together with each gag, the sound you make on his fingers that in no way compares to how full you sounded being choked by his cock, but satisfied something else in him altogether. 

He could keep you here for days, until your knees bruise under your weight and you’re shaking and crying, begging for the heavy weight of his dick between your legs. He’s certainly not above that, but he’ll be nice this time. You’d been so good and you looked so sexy with tears staining your face as he choked you with his pointer and middle finger. 

“Pretty like this… stand up.” He pulled you to your feet, fingers still in your mouth before taking them out to show you the disgusting mix on his fingers. “Bet this taste’s good, huh? needs one more thing though." 

Then he dipped his fingers to your cunt, pushing your pants and underwear down your thighs, cum and spit mixing with your arousal as he spread it around before pushing two fingers into the tight ring of your cunt with a low groan. He likes the way you keen towards him, babbling a thank you as he pushes his fingers to his knuckles. Not so proud now, all malleable and needy for him, fuck, he loved it. No one else gets to have you like this, definitely not those fucking pricks making eyes at you. Only him. 

Bakugou ordered you to swallow, leaning in close to your ear while he started to curl his thick fingers inside of you, beckoning you closer while he thought about what you’ll feel like around his cock, pussy flooded with his cum.

Finally he was touching you, relieving the ache in your core from the taste of his cum and the way his cock felt deep in your throat. His fingers pushed against your sweet spot, relieving the dull throb with each curl towards you, pulling you against him with the strength of his forearm. Your knees were buckling under the weight, cunt fluttering around his cum soaked fingers. 

“Bet I could get you pregnant like this.” He spoke, pushing his fingers as far as they would go, stretching you open. “Could cum on those pretty hands of yours ‘n make you fuck it into yourself. You’d like that, hm?” 

You shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip with a whimper. 

“No? Your cunt says otherwise. Grippin’ m’fingers so tight.” Bakugou leaned in so you could feel his smirk brushing against your open lips. “Ya sure you don’t want that?” 

You shook your head again, panting across his lips. “Want you, Katsu, not m’fingers. Want yours, n your cock.” 

It wasn’t hard for you to be filthy like this, Bakugou knew that about you. He knew that if he teased you just a little bit more, that disgusting mind of yours would take over and you’d spill your guts to him, mumble dirty words into his neck like the slut you are. You were quickly working to the point where if he asked, you’d tell him anything he wanted in detail, even though he already knew. He could feel the way your pussy gripped him with each syllable that fell from your glossy, cum coated lips. 

Bakugou kissed you, keeping his fingers moving at their pace, mixing himself with you as he dipped his tongue once again into the cavity of your mouth. He could taste himself, bitter mixed in with the sweet taste of you, spit pooling in his mouth in the sloppy kiss. It’s wet and full of tongue, like he’s cleaning you up, making you share with him. 

It drove him crazy, the taste of him on your tongue, made blood rush to his cock once again, hips rutting against yours while he fucked you with his fingers. He wished it was his cock, he wanted to breed you so bad that it made him angry, made a deep seated anger boil in his stomach. He could own you if you had his kid, no one would eye you on the street when they saw how big and round your belly was with his child. They’d know that it was him who knocked you up, him who fucked his cum so deep into you that he gave you a baby. 

God, you could taste his desperation, feel it in the way his tongue delved into your mouth with a newfound urgency. You sunk deeper into him, knees wobbling as his fingers brought you closer to an inevitable high, until he’s pulling them from you with a smirk, putting them to your lips. You instinctively lick them clean, tongue swirling around the digits, whining at the feeling of your orgasm being ripped away from you, but also the heavy feeling of the pads of his fingers against your tongue. 

“Gonna fuck you.” He groaned into your mouth, your fingers finding his cock and gripping it. His hips twitched in your grasp. “Gonna make you mine again and again and again.” 

You whined, fucking whined, like a puppy at the thought, arm wrapping around his neck as he pulled you to the bed so he could take you there and ruin you for anyone else like he always does. He tossed you down onto your back, so you were sat up on your elbows as he pulled his shirt off over his head, crawling onto the foot of the bed so he was face to face with your cunt. His fingers pulled at the fabrics of your panties, fingers slipping around the waist band as he tugged them down, ushering one of your legs out of them so he could spread you open. 

Bakugou took two of his fingers, soiled from being inside of you to spread the lips of your cunt open, watching the slick that stuck between them. “So pretty down here too, hm? My pretty, slutty girl.” 

You shifted, heat flooding your face as he ran his fingers over you gently, spreading you open every now and then to get a look at the pussy he practically owned. “M’gonna make you feel good now, yeah? You ready, doll?” 

Bakugou asked a lot of questions in bed, questions that got your blood stirring in your veins, heart pounding in your ears with arousal. He liked to hear you talk, hear you ask for it or tell him that you want it. He considered it a win, if he could have you begging and writhing for it, talking about how bad you need his cock. But he felt nice today, nice enough to settle for the nod you gave him as blood rushed in your ears. 

His mouth was on you in a moment, licking up your slick before he attached his lips to the bud, sucking gently as you tossed your head back. You were already sensitive from being edged, already throbbing from his fingers alone. But his tongue? Fuck, his tongue was making figure eights, little circles across your clit while he sucked delicately on your most sensitive part. 

Jesus, he knew you like the back of his hand. You could see it in his eyes, in the way they watched you with an intensity you knew all too well to be smugness. Bakugou knew exactly what he did to you, knew exactly what made you crumble like a sandcastle swept by a wave, steadily rounding at the edges, blurring until you’d lost yourself entirely. 

Bakugou’s hands held your thighs open, pushed down against the mattress so you were spread for him. There was no room to squirm, to way to close your legs as he tongued at your sex until you began to tremble beneath him. You shouldn’t have been able to cum so fast. It was embarrassing, how quickly he worked you to an orgasm with his mouth. You could feel it building, stacking block after block in the pit of your stomach, winding and winding until finally, it snapped. 

You were blinded, absolutely messy as you trembled beneath him, fighting to close your legs while his tongue continued lapping at your slick, your clit, and your weeping cunt. Bakugou didn’t want you to get away, he wanted to see the tears prick at your eyes because he was just making you feel that good. You were his and this is how he reminded you, with his tongue on your clit and his eyes watching the way your face contorted into an expression of intense pleasure, eyes screwed shut and brows pinched together. 

He watched you writhe there for a moment, tongue pressed flat and unmoving against your clit until he licked one more long stripe up you and crawled up and over the hills of your body until his face was over yours. 

“Taste.” He mumbled, dipping down to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. It was covered in your arousal, coated in the slippery, shiny substance. You tasted salty, almost bitter, but it wasn’t bad by any means. In fact, the moan you let slip into Bakugou’s mouth let him know exactly how much you liked it. “S’good right? N’ all mine, yeah?” 

“Mhm, all yours.” You mumbled, hands wandering down his back, fingertips dipping into the ridges of his muscles until your hands find his ass, pulling his cock against your pussy with a whimper. “Gonna fuck me now?” 

Bakugou let out a low groan into your ear. “Greedy little slut, aren’t ya?” He ran his hand down the curves of your body, pausing to grope at your tit before taking his length in his hand and delivering a few pumps. “Ya want me to fill you up? Fuck ya till you’re stupid?” 

You nodded, pulling him against you once again. “Yeah, fuck- Katsu, I need it.” 

“Mm, I bet you do.” Bakugou teased, sliding the head of his cock up and down your folds. He slowly pushed it against your clit, rubbing back and forth gently, admiring the way your hips twitched each time he rubbed it over the sensitive bud. “Could cum here again, rubbing my cock against your cunt. Whaddya think, doll?” 

You shook your head, whining and bucking your hips. “Katsu no, want you in me. Want you to stretch me out. Please fuck me, please. Fuck me, Katsu.” 

Begging always worked. It always did because Bakugou could never resist how fucking desperate you sounded, the way your voice rose in pitched while you begged for him to shut you up with his cock. “So fuckin’- needy.” He spoke, pushing into you inch by inch, slowly stretching you out until his hips were flush against yours, dick kissing your cervix, heavy between your legs. 

He pulled out slowly at first before bottoming out with full force, making you yelp out at the stretch of it. You could feel him in your throat, so relieved to finally be full. Full of Katsuki, plugged up with his cock and completely and utterly desperate. 

And then he’s fucking you hard. So hard that your body is moving upwards with each thrust, fingernails digging into the skin of his back, his low grunts and moans consuming your senses while the head of his cock rubs deliciously against the sweet spot inside of you. Bakugou’s ruthless, almost angry while he fucks you, taking your arms from his neck and pinning them above you with one hand, muttering a needy bitch while he takes you. 

Bakugou takes his other hand, slipping it under the small of your back and arching you so you were partially off the bed, completely at his mercy while he pistons into you. 

“So fuckin’ tight. Don’t know how I haven’t completely ruined this slutty hole of yours.” Bakugou grumbled. “Fuck-” 

He pulled out quickly, your legs snapping shut and thighs rubbing together to relieve the empty feeling. But he’d flipped you over before you could register it, pushing your face into the mattress and bottoming out once again in you. Your ass was in the air, completely on display for him while he held you down.

“You’re cute back here too, huh?” Bakugou teased, jaw clenched as he watched his cock disappear into you then reemerge, coated in your slick. “Such a whore f’me.” 

You moaned, biting down on your bottom lip and turning your head so you could see him. Bakugou’s got his weight shifted backwards, one hand on the back of your head and the other on the curve of your ass. He’s watching the way it bounced with each thrust, fat rippling with each slap of his heavy balls against your clit. Then his eyes met yours in a satisfied smirk, like he knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Gonna have to stop- squeezing me like that, doll.” Bakugou spoke, slapping your ass. “Or are ya gonna cum again?” 

It was the second option. You couldn’t help it, he just felt so fucking good buried in your cunt and this angle had him fucking directly into where it felt best. Each thrust added to that pressure, different from before until he snaked his hand around to your front to rub messy circles into your clit. 

“Fuck, m’close doll.” He groaned out, feeling the way each sloppy circle around your clit made you clench harder. “S’like you’re tryn’ to suck me in. Christ, you feel amazing.” 

Bakugou hardly ever had this much praise for you and it made you keen, made you want to unravel him inside of you. You knew he’d give you what you want, you knew Bakugou couldn’t help but cum inside of you each time he fucked that pretty pussy of yours. It was like second nature, filling you up, getting you pregnant. It’s a miracle you weren’t already. But after tonight, he was sure you would be. He’d stay buried inside of you until he was sure of it. 

“Fuck, fuck. Gonna breed you, gonna breed this tight fuckin’ cunt.” He grunted, head falling forward so his body was flush against your back, rutting into you. “M’gonna knock you up. Get you fuckin’- pregnant. Fuck.” 

Bakugou came with a heady groan from somewhere deep in his chest, breath picking up in speed and pitch like he always did when he came, babbling almost incoherently about how fucking good you’ll look swollen with his child. You’d expect that Bakugou’s voice would be low when he came, but it was the opposite. His voice was so much higher than usual, breaking when he filled you up with his cum, painting your walls white the way he deserved to. 

The feeling of him spilling inside of you, the pulsing of his cock directly against your g-spot had you unravelling next, squirming against the sheets, spreading your fingers while you pushed back against him, milking his cock. Bakugou whimpered over you, head falling backwards while he groaned. “That’s my fuckin’ girl. So fuckin’ good for me. Fuckin’ take it.” 

Bakugou delivered a few more harsh, sloppy thrusts before pulling you against him by the waist, staying seated deep within you. He could feel your cunt pulsing inside of him, collapsing onto his side with you pulled close to him. His arms were wrapped firmly around you, palms splaying against your chest while you both fought to catch your breath. 

“How’s that for fuckin’ you like I own you?” He asked, smirk creeping up onto his lips as he kissed at the skin of your neck, mouthing at it. 

You didn’t respond, instead shuddering in his grasp. Bakugou let out a heady laugh at the way you clenched down on him, eyes screwing shut from how oversensitive he was. 

“You keep doin’ that n’ I’m gonna have to fuck you again.” He teased. You did it again.

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[oh-katsuki]

thinkin’ about bakugou cumming on your tongue <3 

wc: 583

tw: cumplay, degradation / praise, finger choking, possessiveness

bakugou likes to cum on your tongue. not down your throat, not on your tits, right on your tongue. first, because he always cums hard as fuck when he does and second, he likes the way his cum looks on your tongue, coating the pink muscle. it scratches an itch, pinching your cheeks together so your lips are parted in a pout and he can see just how well he ruined that slut mouth of yours. makes something in him break, makes him want to fuck the ever-living shit out of you. 

 maybe it's the possessive part of him that likes the way it mixes with your spit, or maybe its just him being a bit sadistic at watching how desperately you want to swallow it. he doesn't let you though, instead, he tells you to open up and show him before sliding two thick fingers past your puffy red lips. bakugou fucks your mouth slow with his fingers, feeling the way his cum coats them before making you gag, pressing on the back of your tongue to get you salivating for him. he'd already ruined your mouth with his cock, but watching the way you sit politely on your knees, thighs shifting with arousal while he stands over you with his fingers down your throat, makes him want to destroy every part of you. 

 you can feel how calloused his fingers are on your tongue, sliding in and out easier and easier as they become covered in his cum and your spit. it's sinful, the way the mixture spills from your lips with each outward pull until it starts to slowly drip down your chin. his chest heaves as he watches you, eyes low lidded while he pushes his fingers to gag you over and over again. 

bakugou can’t get enough of this look in your eyes, glassed over with a sheen of desperation, all to eager for him to fuck that pretty pussy between your legs. he likes the way your eyebrows pull together with each gag, the sound you make on his fingers that in no way compares to how full you sound being choked by his cock, but satisfies something else in him altogether. 

he could keep you here for days, until your knees bruise under your weight and you’re shaking and crying, begging for the heavy weight of his dick between your legs. he’s certainly not above that, but he’ll be nice this time. you’ve been so good and you look so sexy with tears staining your face as he chokes you with his pointer and middle finger. 

"pretty like this... stand up." he pulls you to your feet, fingers still in your mouth before taking them out to show you the disgusting mix on his fingers. "bet this taste's good, huh? needs one more thing though." 

n then he dips his fingers to your cunt, cum and spit mixing with your arousal as he spreads it around before pushing two fingers into the tight ring of your cunt with a low groan. he likes the way you keen towards him, babbling a thank you as he pushes his fingers to his knuckles. not so proud now, all malleable and needy for him, fuck, he loves it. 

bakugou orders you to swallow, leaning in close to your ear while he starts to curl his thick fingers inside of you, beckoning you closer while he thinks about what you'll feel like around his cock, pussy flooded with his cum.