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the club was loud and smoky, it was typical for bakugou's type of shows. this was your forth time working with the group but everyone knew that bakugou was the star. you have been having a pretty good, not to mention stressful, time so far. you are only an assistant but its not like the group need much managing. mostly your boss just booked the gigs and venue and the shows would sell out themselves. hence the stress, right now you were standing backstage looking around frantically for bakugou.
"where's katsuki?"
you asked the only three members present of the band. "don't worry, (y/n), he's probably around here somewhere." kirishima said off handedly, having faith in his friend. you jumped as denki put a hand on your shoulder. "i agree with ejirou here, he will always be here."
you nod and smiled, taking another peek at the clock on your wrist, four minutes. you can here the crowd going wild and you can feel the blood pressure rising inside of you. suddenly your hand was grabbed and you were dragged elsewhere. you turned and saw bakugou, all sweaty and smelling like caramel. "c'mere extra, i need you for a sec."
he says dragging you down a hallway where everything goes muffled. it was poorly lit, graffiti littered on every wall. "what are you-"
"shh, i need a lil something to get me ready for the show." bakugou pushed you against the wall, pressing close. your hear races in your chest and nearly stopped at the close proximity. "i'm n-not giving you anymore time. your late as it is." you pant as his wide hands began sliding down your sides and over your hips. he snorts.
"like i need you to get me shit. no, no. i need something a little different tonight." one of his hands slips under the tight, stretchy fabric of your black skirt, you gasped. his finger pressed against your clit through your panties, a firm, sure pressure that makes you tremble against him. he began to circle it, the friction of the fabric amplifying the sensation. you feel yourself becoming heated and wet as he watched your face, smiling at your reaction. "what are you... ngh~" you breathed out. "you know exactly what, shh."
bakugou pushes your undergarment aside, sliding a long finger into your wet heat. "oh fuck, you're already so wet." your face burns at your too-obvious arousal that was written all over your face. the embarrassment doesn't stop your moan though. he adds another finger to the first, crooking them both forward and thrusting them in and out rapidly.
he knows exactly what to do and how to do it, digging against the bundle of nerves inside of you that brings you the most pleasure. Against your thigh you feel his jean-covered erection, bumping against you in time with his hand. "Fuck!~" you groan, the tingling of your building orgasm spreading throughout your limbs. "Good, good...say my name for me when you cum..."
bakugou commands you, voice low and gravelly. His expression is entertained as he watches you, his fingers picking up speed. You screw your eyes tight, letting your release wash over you, a shuddering, blinding heat. "k-katsu!! Yesss!~" you grip his arms, allowing yourself to fall forward against him, feeling the gush of wetness against his hand from your completion. Grinding his dick against you once more, bakugou chuckles. "Perfect.'' After a few shaky breaths, your current situation comes crashing back to you. Suddenly you are able to hear the crowd outside chanting, "bakugou! bakugou! bakugou!" filling your ears. Your eyes fling open and you shove him off you, panicking. "Ge-get on stage right now!!"
Your voice only shook a little, unlike your knees, which were twitching and trembling still. bakugou laughs again and smiles down at you, reaching down to adjust his erection in his jeans before leaning forward to give you a deep kiss. "No problem. Great assisting." he said while licking his lips. And with that he was off, jogging towards the backstage area briskly. You hear the surge of volume in the club, so you assume he finally made it on stage. Taking a shuddering breath, you allow yourself time to think about the unprofessionalism of what had just occurred, you just allowed yourself to enjoy the looseness of your limbs and the soaking warmth between your thighs. You got him on stage with no mishaps. Your job is done.
Picking up your clipboard that fell on the floor, you move to the wings to watch. bakugou is pumping up the crowd, who are shouting and loving every bit of it. "Aaalllrightttt!!! Let me tell you about this greeeaaaatttt pussy i just fuckin' experienceddd~" the crowd's screams spike in volume, you grip your clipboard close to your chest as your breath hitches. Your blood rushing to your cheeks and ears. He wouldn't, right? "Naaahhh, I'm kidding. Time for that later." he nods towards the rest of the band and the music starts to play, you breathe out a sigh of relief. bakugou turns to look at you from the stage, slipping those two fingers into his mouth and sucking on them with a wink.
