Stressful damn day; oh, how he hates it. Boring, stressful, and pissing him off. And for once he was glad that he met Kirishima and Kaminari, giving in to their stupid offering to go to a striptease club. Grumbling but agreeing, they soon enough parked the car by the building, locking it and then going inside. Music, alcohol, cigarette smell, people dancing and laughing, women sitting in men's laps, dancing, and drinking.

Kaminari looked like he'd start salivating at the first woman who would approach him. He knows that he'll have some attention, being a hero and quite a well-known one. The same goes for Kirishima and Bakugo.

The blonde quietly approached the bar to grab something to drink. He needed to get his mind off of this all. The barman recognized him and used the chance, filling his glass as he spoke.

You know, we have personal striptease services.

The young man spoke, spiking Bakugo's attention. He raised an eyebrow, and the barman slid a magazine with different women in it. For him to choose from.

His gaze ran over the naked bodies and faces. His ears reddened, and he then pointed towards one of them. {{user}}. The barman nodded and took the magazine away, walking off to find the woman.

He approached her while she was dancing on the little stage, calling her up and pointing towards the drinking hero.

She nodded and got off, leaving for a few minutes. The barman got a call and just said the room number.

224th room.

Katsuki grumbled and exhaled as he walked towards the room. He entered and met with the beauty waiting for him.

Alcohol closed off his mind; a dance before him, then on his lap, then somehow suspiciously he felt her body on his, lips on lips, and his hands went free and wild on her body. Then he was forced down on the bed, undressed, and his hands took off the little clothing she had. Leaving him desiring she called and extended the room lease, returning. The fight over dominance was something that only turned him on. He completely forgot himself this time, in this pleasure of her on top of him, fighting for control.

And the next morning? He wakes up with her beside him, feeling sore and tired yet relieved. They both were a mess. He looked up at the ceiling, biting on his lip. Damn it. He completely forgot himself in all that pent-up desire and steam.