Knockout | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
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I tried to change this up slightly from how traditional fight club fics go, it’s based loosely on the Japanese sport shoot boxing (although far less rules).
Thank you to anyone that gives this fic a go, I appreciate it more than you know! And the biggest thank you to @katsukikitten for not only reading through this ridiculously long for absolutely no reason fic, but helping me to shape it together. I love you so much!💕
Summary: You don’t know how you ended up in this mess, owing a debt to one of the biggest loan sharks in Musutafu city. Leaving you with little option as you step inside Dynamight’s Fight Club, but will Bakugou Katsuki let a rookie with no experience into the ring?
Warnings: 18+, coercion, manipulation, dub-con at the beginning, descriptive scenes of non-con (not with Bakugou), gun violence, character death (not reader), blood, knuckle dusters, knives, violence (not depicted in great detail but still included), inaccurate depictions of wounds and medical assistance, voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking, cunnilingus, fingering, degradation (at the beginning), praise, spanking, overstimulation, spit, sweat, cumplay, creampies, honestly Bakugou is just soft for reader.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. Mentioned Shindou Yo x f!reader.
Word Count: 40.1k. (I’m sorry)
The loud thrum of bass reverberated inside tinny walls as you stepped inside the abandoned warehouse, making your way through throngs of people as you followed the heavy music. Pulling your hoodie tighter around your body as you shoved your hands into the pockets, trying to disguise your discomfort from being in such unknown territory. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge in the seedy underbelly of the city that Dynamight’s Fight Club was the place to be if you wanted to risk it all to win big, some fights pure urban legend when the losers would end up on the front page of Musutafu Daily after ending up in critical care. A fact that you were trying to push to the back of your mind as you stepped into the main arena, noticing a crowd of people gathered around a cage near the back as they roared and jeered.
This wasn’t somewhere you thought you’d ever find yourself, wishing you were back at home tucking into a quart of ice cream and watching whatever trashy reality show was on television tonight. No, this was your last resort.
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