Gloryholes | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 - 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲
This is another Kinktober fic that was supposed to be non-con but ended up soft as fuck. I am down so bad for this man I just can’t help myself-
Summary: Sick of his constant angry outbursts damaging his hero ranking, Dynamight’s PR team insist he attends one of the city’s “hush hush” clubs to try and blow off some steam. Bakugou thinks he has absolutely no interest being there, until he wants to find out who is on the other side of the wall.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, glory holes, spanking, marking (burns), squirting, slight mention of belly bulge.
Word Count: 4.5k.
Bakugou did not want to be here, shocked that these private institutions even existed for Pro-Heroes. Sure, he realised sometimes they could be a necessity, having learned all about them in his training as a young sidekick. Just last month Kirishima had to be taken into one of the quirk rooms when he got hit with a nasty sex pollen quirk by a villain he was apprehending. The woman saving his life as she gave the hero Red Riot relief, but this? This was ridiculous.
Dynamight had far better things to do than this complete waste of his time, did his PR team really think he couldn’t get laid? He could go out and have any woman on their knees in an hour tops, but he had better things to do. His PR team insisting that another scandalous headline with leaked pictures on Twitter wouldn’t be good for his hero rankings, another Dynamight one-night stand already ready and willing to sell her stories to the tabloids. But why should he care? He was still going out and saving lives on a daily basis, the media talking about his dick wouldn’t change that.
Bakugou’s PR team booked him in for a session at one of the most prestigious clubs in the city, a place where Pro-Heroes could blow off some steam without any dirty laundry aired in public, the workers were discreet which meant the club had the price tag to reflect it.
Of course, his immediate answer was no. Until Kirishima had convinced him to try it out once.
“Just one time, Bakubro. If you hate it you don’t have to go again. But I know you won’t— there’s this one girl that’s so fucking hot man. She can make you cum in under a minute.”
“Pretty sure that’s your shitty fuckin’ stamina, and how do you even know she’s hot if you haven’t seen her.”
“I— look man, I can’t explain it but she just sounds hot.”
“Tch, whatever.”
This had to be the most ridiculous thing he’d done as a Pro-Hero, stood in a fancy bar with a bottle of beer as a deep bass tone played in the background. Waiting to be escorted into their room for the evening as he checked his watch, the quicker he could get in and out the quicker he could go home. Necking back his bottle of beer as they were called for their room.