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you feel it in your chest as you run out of breath, your hands are so tight around the microphone as if you wouldn’t ever let it go. cold sweat runs from your neck to your exposed back and to your chest, the more the sweat flows between your breasts, the shiver running down your spine gets more and more sensible.
your dress is so red, tight and tiny. the cleavage of the dress reveals your breasts, it’s a bold one. the wine red and the tightness of the dress make you seem as you’re not human at all, there is no doubt you’ve fallen straight from heaven.
devoted to the melody, you sing in a calming tone, your hair falls from your shoulders to your back as you move. you are completely seduced by the music. the melody, the blessed audience, everything around you makes you wet. burning wet.
you were born a musician, and you know it. music was the only thing which could seduce you, well, before you met that one guy.
he is sitting uncomfortably on his chair, with a frown even more deeper than his usual ones on his face. he is clenching his teeth and muscles, so tight that it is visible to anyone. he is breathing rapidly yet fiercely, his face is a little more lighter shade of red compared to your dress. his muscled arms look bigger, making it noticeable that he is clenching his fists.
he throws flerce glances around the guys in the hall, and keeps staring every one one of the guys meet his glance.
he wants to kill. to shed blood. to paint the whole hall red, with the blood of these extras.
he can’t even imagine another guy being able to see all this beauty you have, and that one dress is exposing it all.
he could feel the guys’ mouths get watered, god, he could even feel them getting boners by just looking at you. the world spins around the sight of you, he can feel the heat around his cheeks and eyes, he feels like he’s about to faint. everything is blurry, everything is so god damn wrong.
you shouldn’t have worn that dress. those guys shouldn’t have been here. you should have been moaning, no, screaming under him right now. his fists should’ve been in your mouth to shut you up, instead of lying clenched beside his torso.
you should’ve been dressed like this in front of him, not dozens of guys. the only thing to make him see red should’ve been the sight of you spreading your legs apart and touching yourself right in front of him, and once again, not this.
the melody slowly dies as you stop singing, and you raise your head to spot your boyfriend in the crowd. you were so anxious that you couldn’t even look at him, you were scared to mess it all up. as your eyes were searching the crowd for the spiky blonde hair and the fiercy red eyes, you felt a hand gripping your wrist and dragging you, so tight that it almost made you fall.
it wasn’t for a moment for you to pick up katsuki in the light, he wasn’t even looking at you. he was just dragging you along the hallway, his grip still tight on your wrist.
he made you run all the way to the parking lot, and once you were there, he pushed you against the wall in front of his mother’s car.
“what the fuck was that?” said he.
his voice was full of indignation, not towards you though. he never ever could be angry at you, he was aware of that.
he just couldn’t stand the idea of someone else seeing you like that, sweaty, pretty, and in a little dress. he wanted all of you to him, and him only. he wasn’t to restrict you in any way, and you already love him for that, yet sometimes he couldn’t help but get jealous in such situations.
you looked up at him worriedly, not knowing how to reply.
he snorted as he raised his arm to grip your face. it wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t too soft. you could feel the indignation run through his veins as his sweaty hand holds your cheecks tight. he was looking at you straight in the eye as he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, absentmindedly making you open your mouth.
as you did so, he abruptly removed his hand to grip you on your belly, and a heartbeat later he had you in his arms. you heard the sound of the car starting as he opened the back door and pushed you hardly on the backseat.
only a moment later he let himself in too, and started kissing you roughly. his lips were so wet and his kisses were so full of seduction, and a couple of breathless seconds later he removed his lips from yours to rear back and get you in position.
you moved your glance from his face to his pants, only to see the bulge that has gotten bigger. god, you would do anything to have that dick inside of you. flashbacks of the nights he made you scream and cry out of pleasure jogged your mind and made you grip him on his t-shirt to get him even closer.
you unzipped his pants rapidly, as he pulled down your dress to reveal your tits fully. he was so, so high from the sight of you, just as you were from the sight of him.
you couldn’t wait to see his muscled body exposed in front of you, you pulled his shirt up and made him take it off in a hurry. after he was done, he bent his head down to lick your nipples.
your moan was so abrupt to come out that it even surprised you. he was drawing circles with his tongue, then kissing and biting it. your moans got louder and louder and a couple of heartbeats later, you couldn’t help but grip his hair and pull it out of pleasure.
precum was already dripping down his pants as you felt your hand in his hair, making him take his unzipped pants off to reveal his boxers and the huge bulge.
you were breathing heavily and could barely see around, but still pulled his boxers down to meet the sight of his huge and seducting dick. it was so hard yet so wet, and made you want to beg him to take it in you.
“katsuki?” you said breathlessly, looking him straight in the eye.
“hm?”
“will you fuck me ‘til i cry?” you said in a tone almost as crying.
it wasn’t a will, but a command for him. he pushed you roughly and made you lie fully on the backseat, as he slipped your dress down to reveal your panties.
he didn’t even take them off but just slided his middle finger across your already soaking wet lips through your panties.
you shuddered and held back a moan, wondering if he could tell you were wearing the panties he bought you a couple of days earlier.
"fuck , you're so wet already. your pussy is begging for my fingers, isn't it?" he whispered hotly. you merely nodded as a respond, not trusting your voice at all. he continued to stroke you rhythmically, each time inching his fingers a bit higher until he pressed his finger against your clit, making you shudder once again. no matter how often he touched you, the power he had over your body never stopped to surprise you.
a couple of seconds later he moved aside your panties and slid his finger between your wet folds, entering your slick heat. he pumped it in and out.. once… twice and one more time before adding a second finger. you slightly moved your hips in order to get more friction.
your entire body tingled. your clit needed attention, your taut nipples begged to be pinched and your mouth wanted to devour his, releasing your moans into him as he fucked you, whether it was with his hand or his perfect dick.
just the thought of his dick, throbbing and pulsating, in your hand, your mouth or your pussy made your clit throb almost painfully. you couldn’t help but move your hand, go straight for your clit and pinch it. this earned her a soft growl from bakugou, who increased the speed of his pumping fingers.
once he was sure you were wet enough, he pulled his fingers out and licked them to taste you on his tongue. he started to align his dick with the entrance to your pussy.
he guided his entire length into you with ease and you moaned loudly as he fills you. almost leisurely, he dips into you as he enjoys the feeling of your cunt around him. your insides quiver in response, and after a few long, slow movements, he grabs firmly at your hips and starts pounding you hard. the snap of his hips against your ass were sharp and severe. he pulls out of you almost the whole way before slamming back into you again, making you gasp from the intensity.
his right hand slipped from its stronghold and spread apart your cheeks so that he could see you wrapping around his length. you could hear his breath grow shorter at this, almost whining, and he slammed into you hard.
there was a pause, and a loud moan, and you knew he had reached his own high. he remained inside you for a few moments as he savoured you. utterly satisfied, he sweeps your hair to the side so that he can see your flushed cheeks.
“mind if i ask you not to wear that dress out, baby?” he said breathlessly.
”no, not at all.”