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KIRIBAKU SMUT (Top Kiri, Bottom Baku)

CW // HEAVY d/s themes, Daddy Kink, Dacryphilia, praise/degradation, pet names, Narratophilia (dirty talk kink), rough sex, throat fucking, photographs during sex, slight cockwarming, biting, underwear sniffing/biting, cumming in underwear, mentions of chastity, mentions of bondage, spanking, slapping, subspace, LOTS of drool, pain kink (if you squint)

^ don't ask me how we got here

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Katsuki Bakugo

I hate introducing myself to people. The odds are that I'm never going to interact with them beyond today, so why should I bother being nice? It's not as if they can complain, I'm only being honest with them by acting like I don't care! And besides, even if I was nice to them, they'd start asking stupid questions and make me uncomfortable, and that's not a situation I'd willingly put myself in.

People normally aren't that perturbed when they find out I'm a photographer. I guess they just figure I like taking pictures of birds in trees or some shit, perhaps even a country view. That sort of photography is cool, but it's somewhat...separate from my particular line of work.

Ya see...I work for a clothing company. Specifically, a rather popular underwear brand. And, yes, my job is to take the photos that end up on the cardboard thingy connected to the hanger that they are sold on. If the company gets lucky, or releases something in a new colour or something, then my photos will end up on an electronic billboard once in a blue moon. It's pretty sick seeing your work displayed to so many people, no matter the...nature of it.

I'm perfectly aware that people boil my job down to me ordering around sexy men for a few minutes, maybe an hour, then going home. But they don't understand. That's only one part of it. I have to print out the pictures and compare them in different intensities of light, send them to my boss for validation, and then confirm with multiple retailers that the photos are suitable by their policies. It makes it easy that they always are, but it's still a lot of work for something so simple.

...although, the ordering around of the sexy men is definitely the highlight of my day. Not every job literally pays you to make sure people's bulges aren't too prominent. Most of them are pretty chill, although there's a couple of them who get all weird about a guy touching them and repositioning them, to which I only keep my hands on them for longer. Once, I stuck my hands in the freezer for a minute before touching one of them, and it was hilarious seeing him squirm around! Not so professional, but damn if it wasn't fun!

Today was actually a little deviation from my normal job, though. There was a new model that'd just been hired, and since all the other models were taking the week off, I was instructed to teach him how to pose properly and whatnot. It sucks, actually, since this is supposed to be my week's holiday, yet I'm sacrificing a whole day so this rookie can learn how to stand well?! It just doesn't make sense, it's completely unfair!

I unlocked the door to the studio with the key my boss had very unkindly let me borrow after I reminded him that I'd need one, and turned on the lights. He wasn't to arrive for at least another ten minutes, so I figured I'd get everything out and in working order so that we could get this over and done with as soon as possible. I'd been instructed on a few exercises I was to do with him to check his posture, most of which were just bullshit, but I figured it would at least make today interesting.

A short knock at the door caught my attention, and I dashed over to it to let this guy in. It hadn't actually crossed my mind that he wouldn't know who I was, and as I opened the door, that fact became ever more annoying.