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model [katsuki bakugou x reader]

"Why the fuck are you still wearing those shorts?"

Katsuki Bakugou X Reader

Female Domination Kink

"Stop complaining Katsuki. You said you wanted to come." His mother spoke. He groaned as they entered the building. "You said you wanted to check out the new model for the clothing line you designed, so here we are." They entered a room where cameras were flashing. "Mrs. Bakugou! You're just in time. We just took the final shot." The photographer called out.

Katsuki followed along, looking at the photo. His face heated up looking at the photo. A girl sat on a red background, wearing a black matched pajama set that he had designed. "Miss L/n is a natural at this." The photographer gushed. "Well, she was chosen based on her personality. Very similar to Katsuki's so it matched the brand."

"Thank you, Mrs. Bakugou." A voice rang out. There stood the girl in the photos, still wearing the pajama shorts. "I tried hard to match some of the promo photos your son did. Turned out good I hope." She said pulling on a sweatshirt. "It turned out wonderful. You heading out?" The adult asked. "I am. Catching the train instead of walking since it won't be that packed." She grabbed her small backpack of things.

"Katsuki, why don't you escort her home? She did model for your clothing line." His mom insisted. "I'm not fucking taking some extra home!" His mom was about to hit him before she cut in. "It's cool. I can handle myself plenty fine Mrs. Bakugou." She replied and waved bye to the crew before exiting the building.

"Oi, where the fuck are you going?" Y/n turned around to see the fiery blonde. "Home. Where else?" She spoke, turning back around and continuing to walk. "Not by yourself. My old hag says trains aren't this safe at night." He growled and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back. She grabbed his wrist and sent a good amount of cold electricity through him. "Is this your way of saying you'll take me home? If so, catch up, the train should be here soon." She spoke and walked down into the station.

The train ride took twenty minutes and the walk to her apartment began. "Shouldn't your shitty parents be here to walk you home?" She shook her head. "It's just my mom and she's out of town for an old friend's wedding." She commented. He glanced down her body to the shorts. "Why the fuck are you still wearing those shorts?" He asked. "Comfortable." She gave a short answer. "Aren't you cold?" "Nope. My quirk makes me cold so I've become used to it."

She hopped up to her doorstep. "Care to come in? Next train doesn't come for another hour and the walk to the station is only ten minutes." She asked, unlocking the door. He scoffed but followed her inside. She pulled the sweatshirt off and tossed it onto the back of the couch. "Make yourself comfortable." She spoke.

"My mom said we had a similar personality, it's why she had you model but I don't fucking see it." He spoke. He heard her laugh from somewhere else in the house. She walked back into the lounge, pulling her hair into a ponytail. "I'm relaxed currently. Though during situations like anything in public or in the bedroom, I'm a bitch." She commented casually.

Katsuki gulped. "In the bedroom, huh?" He asked with a smirk spreading across his face. She sat on the couch next to him, propping her feet on the coffee table. "Sure am. I'm not one to be submissive." She flicked through channels. Katsuki grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap. "Well, please, show me your true personality." He growled.

She smirked and reached for the remote to click the tv off. "I didn't King Explosion Murder would like to be dominated?" "I can try new things, can't I?" He asked, sliding his hands up the side of her thighs. She leaned forward and captured his lips in a very heated kiss. Katsuki took this chance to slide his hands into her shorts.

She grounded down into his lap, trying to stimulate him enough to get a hard-on. And she was very successful. She reached her hands up and tangled them into his hair. She gave it a hard tug backward which caused him to groan. She attacked his neck with her mouth. Nipping and sucking across the flesh leaving distinct marks.

She got up and pulled him off the couch leaving a small cold trail across his hand. "Bedroom. I'm not doing it on a couch." Katsuki trailed after her and into a bedroom covered in records and plants. "Undress. Make my job easier." She spoke. She pulled her shirt off as Katsuki got undressed. "Wow, heroes in training are sure toned." She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him.

"Let's make this quick. I'd hate for you to miss your train." She pulled off her own clothes, making a small show for the blonde underneath. Though she gave him a much bigger show of her working herself open. Open mouth moaning right next to his ear to get him more excited than he needed to be.

Reaching over to her nightstand, she pulled out a condom. Opening the foil package, she pulled out of the condom and rolled it on the blonde with ease. "Don't try to come too quickly, alright?" She spoke with a devious smile as she lowered herself onto his cock. "Goddammit," Bakugou muttered at the feeling. It's been a while since he's done anything like this.

Y/n was quick to go at almost a bruising pace. He couldn't miss his train after all. His hands rested onto her hips, guiding her down harder. She let out a high pitched moan as he hit a special spot in her. Katsuki made work of making sure to hit the spot again and again until she came. Between her warm cum and her squeezing was enough to help him finish off with a long moan.

They took a few minutes to calm down before she pulled off of his lap. He pulled off the condom and tied it up before tossing it in the small trash can next to her bed. She smiled and tossed him his clothes. "Train will be here in less than twenty. You should get going." She commented, pulling on only the pajama shorts and her sweatshirt. "And maybe, if you're a good boy and get home, we can do this again. Can't we, Katsuki?" She asked. Bakugou scoffed but agreed anyway.

When the blonde got home he was quick to ask his mother for her number. "Someone's got a crush." She teased. The blond only groaned.