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You felt like an idiot for letting your father make you feel this way. For giving him so much leverage over your outlook on life. The people around you thought you loved wholeheartedly because you’d learned it from someone else, but the reality was far more complicated than that.

You loved the way you did not because of someone you knew, but someone you wanted to. Someone who loved like the word had no limits, like the way you did.

Your father was incapable of such treatment. When you left Boston for Pittsburgh years prior, he barely bat an eye. Just wished you well and asked you come back for the holidays, but never complained when you didn’t. Never cared that you didn’t. The man hardly cared about you, period.

And so he calls sometimes. Tries to be a father. Tells you he’s thinking of you, but it always feels like you’re a check on a to-do list. An afterthought. Like talking to you is an obligation, a thing he does because he has to, not because he wants to.

He’d called you in the breakroom the minute you got the door closed. You’d forgotten about the juice you were about to indulge in before answering the phone, wondering what he wanted. The man had promptly asked for help with the bills, and you being the angel you were, unable to ignore someone in need, no matter how salty, sent it without complaints. He hadn’t even told you he loved you when he hung up. Just told you this is what your responsibility was as a daughter now. He’d taken care of you, nurtured you after your mother had left. So you should be thanking him.

Man, you thought. Your old man had a twisted sense of family.

That call had you questioning your own validity. What had you done to deserve the loneliness you’d accumulated? To have a father who used you like an ATM? Friends who knew you but didn’t see you? It felt like the world was on your shoulders, too heavy for one person to carry, especially for someone so young. 

The last place you wanted to be carrying all these feelings was the PTMC. But life didn’t stop just because you were having a go at it. So neither could you.

You all but sprinted to Trauma 2, not ready to get back to work, but at least able. Eleven in the morning was early for a fall out of a treehouse, and you’d hate to be the little girl who’d taken the damage, so you made quick work of your feet, willing them ahead until you arrived.

At the bedside were Doctors Santos and Garcia, as well as Langdon, Javadi, and your attending, Doctor Robby. Behind Santos and Garcia were the parents of the children who were in inconsolable tears, being comforted to no avail by Doctor Javadi.

“Still no consciousness,” said Santos with her lip between her teeth, her hands working quickly at the bleeding gash across the little girl’s forehead.

“How high’s this fucking treehouse?” said Garcia, ever the blunt one. You shook your head.

“Garcia,” you chided, because that was often your role. Keeping the flow of empathy in a room at any given time alive. Especially when that room contained people in dire need of it.

“Am I happy to see you,” said Robby. He excused himself from the bedside while the other doctors worked, handing you a chart. “Talk to the family before you jump on. Girl’s named Hailey, mom and dad are Janet and Carl Atkins. You know the drill, yeah?”

“Yes. Yes, of course, Robby,” you said with a nod. You tapped your fingers against the cardboard of the chart as you read its contents, like that’d somehow snap you back into doctor mode.

It’s the thought that counts, right?

“You’re an angel,” Robby said.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Atkins,” you said when you approached the parents, introducing yourself. “Why don’t we take a step outside?”

“We’re not leaving our daughter,” said Mrs. Atkins, who was still in tears.

“I understand your pain, Mrs. Atkins, but these doctors are doing everything to care for your little girl. Soon, that’ll mean lots of blood and sights you won’t want to remember of her. I promise you can come back in as soon as they’re finished.”

Mrs. Atkins, Janet, looked at her husband with teary eyes. He nodded and turned to you. You took that as your cue to lead them out of the room. Robby nodded as you made your exit with the parents.

“What happened this morning?” you asked gently, keeping any accusation out of your voice. You knew from experience that families of patients never responded well to that.

“H- Hailey wanted to play outside. It was beautiful out. We went into our backyard after breakfast, a- and Carl and I were having a bit of coffee after helping her into her treehouse. She’s a smart girl, so I thought—“ Janet stopped her sentence short to heave a sob. Carl rubbed her back.

“You thought you could trust her, like all parents do,” you finished. “She’s six. Still small, but she’s learning about the world in her own way, and you want to let her. There isn’t anything wrong with that. Then, what?”

“We didn’t even see her get out. Usually she stays inside and calls for one of us when she’s ready to come down. But this time, I guess she thought she could do it on her own,” Carl said. “She’d just hit the ground when we ran over. And we called 911.”

“I see. It’s to my understanding that Hailey’s very lucky,” you said after taking a good look at the chart. “No noticeable fractures, minimal chance of long-term brain damage. The worst she should walk away with is a concussion and a sprained ankle, but apart from that and her visible wounds, she should be back to health in no time,” you said.

“Then why is she not waking up?” said Janet.

“Her age and nature of the impact are likely to blame for her unconsciousness. Falling hard on your back is generally more dangerous, especially for teenagers and children. That doesn’t mean her injuries are severe,” you said calmly. “Hailey’s your only child?”

Janet nodded. “She’s the best little girl in the world. She was everything we prayed for.”

“Your love for her is palpable. You’re first time parents who are navigating the ups and downs of what it takes to raise a child. Mistakes don’t negate your progress. There’s no benefit in being hard on yourselves,” you said. “This wasn’t your fault. Children are naturally curious and occasionally unpredictable. That doesn’t mean you’re to blame for what happened today. The most you can do now is be there for Hailey. That’s all you can do.”

Janet sniffled, moved by your words. That was just the effect you had on people. 

Most people, anyway. 

It was your job at the PTMC to provide comfort to families in time of need, as well as finding balance in being a good doctor all the same. But it occurred to you more often than not that you had yet to acquire that same balance in your personal life. 

As per usual, that wasn’t the matter at hand right now.

The other woman took your hand in hers and squeezed. You squeezed back.

“Thank you. You’re a great doctor,” she said.

You smiled. “No, thank you. Now, why don’t you two take a seat over here? I’ll come back out with any updates on Hailey.”

After the parents sat on a bench outside Trauma 2, you braced yourself and went back in. Robby eyed you as you returned.

“Worked your magic out there, kiddo?”

You gave that same fabricated smile you’d offered Dina not too long prior and nodded, grabbing a pair of sterile gloves. “Sure did.”

He didn’t have to know that was just more of your magic.

After half an hour or so, Garcia finally threw her hands up, exhaling a sigh of relief. “My services are no longer required.”

You’d been helping keep the Hailey stabilized beside Robby, while Santos had been next to Garcia. Javadi and Langdon had since left to handle another case. You checked the monitor to view the girl’s heart rate and blood pressure and nodded your agreement.

“All set. Thanks for your help,” you saod.

“Sure thing. Call if you need the jazz hands again,” Garcia said before heading off.

“Good work, you two. Couple hours and she should be waking up,” said Robby.

“Great. I’ll give the parents the good news,” you said.

You discarded your gloves and put some hand sanitizer on before turning to face the parents who were still seated outside Trauma 2. They both stood up with urgency, looking frantic at your return.

“How is she?” said Janet.

You smiled. “Little Hailey’s going to pull through. She’s still unconscious, but we’ve completely stabilized her and she should incur no lasting brain damage from this incident. She’ll wake in a few hours.”

Janet threw her arms around you, and you responded with a little “Oh!” before reciprocating the hug.

“Thank you so much,” Janet said.

“Can we see her?” said Carl.

“Of course. Right this way.”

You led the way back into the room, where Robby was still standing opposite Santos. The latter backed away to allow the parents room to see their child.

“Thank you, Dr. Robby,” said Carl.

“You’re very welcome,” said Robby.

The two of them sat at their daughter’s bedside. Carl instantly grabbed Hailey’s hand, squeezing gently.

“We’re so sorry, honey,” Janet whispered in a quiet sob.

“Daddy loves you so much, Hailey,” Carl sniffled beside his wife. “We’ll never let anything like this happen again. I promise.”

I promise.

At the little declaration, you felt your throat tighten with a weird feeling. It felt like plain sadness at first, salt on the wound after your interaction with your own father. But it was more than that. Deeper.

It felt like fucking jealousy.

Tears filled your eyes and threatened to spill at the scene as Carl whispered all the ways he loved his daughter. The promises to take care of her. The dedication to doing better. All things you wish your father could do for you.

It was too much.

“Um, if you’ll excuse me,” you said with your fake smile, though you weren’t sure how convincing it was now that it was paired with teary eyes and a broken voice. You practically sprinted out of there and didn’t stop until you reached the breakroom.

You slammed the door closed behind you and went for the sink. Everybody was busy with their own cases—it was just one of those kinds of shifts—so there was no one around to see you break down for a second time that shift. While it didn’t necessarily feel good to be alone, you weren’t sure you wanted anyone to see you like this.

Splashing water on your face was futile for your nerves. The sobs you heaved that came from the innermost parts of you were so much more than tears. It felt like all the things your father had said to you since he created you, the words or lack thereof that you’d tried and now failed to suppress, were bubbling to the goddamn surface.

You were in the middle of pressing your thumb to your palm, a trick for anxiety you’d heard from Dr. Collins, when the sound of the break room door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You took a large breath and didn’t immediately turn around, because you couldn’t give yourself away, couldn’t be vulnerable. Not on a day like this. Maybe not fucking ever.

You thought so, anyway, until the sound of Robby softly saying your name made your resolve crack in two.

“Y- Yeah?” you said without facing him.

“You alright? You kind of ran out of there,” he said. You could hear him coming closer.

“Oh, yeah, j- just needed a glass of water. Dehydrated,” you lied.

“Hydration is important,” he humored you. Yet his tone of voice gave way to the fact that you were a terrible liar. “But I’m not convinced that’s what this is.”

Fuck.

Tears spilled from your eyes. You still didn’t turn around, but when you felt your throat constricting again, your breath picking up speed, you realized it didn’t matter if Robby could see you or not. Your body language was going to betray you.

“I just need a m- minute,” you said, and that did him in. Your body started to shake with a familiar force, one nobody knew you dealt with on a daily basis.

A panic attack.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay,” Robby said as your legs started to fail you. He didn’t say anything about the mascara that was probably coming down your cheeks, or the blatant redness in your eyes when you finally turned around. Instead, he sat you down in one of the chairs in the breakroom, rubbing your back. “Head between your legs.”

You did as told. This tactic did sometimes work for you. But it wasn’t enough to stop your heaving sobs or uncontrollable breathing.

“Come on, s’okay, in through your nose, out through your mouth,” Robby said. “It’s not forever. S’all temporary, s’all temporary. Come on, kiddo, breathe with me.”

Robby’s words felt like honey. But even the sweetest of candies can’t overpower the taste of salt.

It wasn’t Robby’s fault. Robby didn’t know. He didn’t know much about your life beyond the city you’d come from or who you are now. No one did. 

But that was just the thing. Even without truly, truly knowing you, Robby still wanted to help. That was more than your own father could ever say.

“It’s going to be okay,” Robby said finally. “Breathe with me.”

Every word had your nervous system slowly regulating again, and you tried to listen to the sound of his voice. After a few minutes of crying and shaky breaths, the world started to come back into focus.

“That’s a girl, just breathe. Breathe with me,” Robby hummed. “Let me get you some water.”

You felt the aftermath of your panic attack starting to hit the moment Robby returned with a glass of water. You drank it down in one quick gulp as your breath finally slowed back to normal pace.

“I’m. . .sorry you had to see that, I—“

“Don’t apologize. It happens to the best of us,” Robby said. You’d never seen the older man look so concerned. His eyebrows were wrinkled with worry, and there was a frown pasted on his lips.

After a beat, Robby spoke up again. “Did you. . .wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged, looking away. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s making you cry.”

You shook your head and let out a bitter laugh. You’d tell anyone else the same thing, but you felt stupid for feeling the way you did about a man you’d known for a long time would never change. The stupid thing was holding out hope that he would.

“My dad called me. Just before I hopped on that case,” you said shakily. “He didn’t even ask how I was or what I was doing. He. . .he needed money f- for his bills. So I just sent it without thinking twice. He didn’t even tell me he loved me or anything before he hung up. Just told me this was my responsibility now. So that little girl. . .her father caring so much,” you sniffled. “Just felt like salt to the wound.”

You looked away from Robby completely now, turning your head to the side. “It’s dumb, right? I’m in my mid twenties and I’m still getting hurt by the man when he’s always been this way. Anyone else would have given up by now, but not me.”

“Now, that’s not entirely true,” Robby said sharply. “You need your father today as much as you did when you were born. Your age doesn’t have anything to do with it, kid. And if he can’t show up like he’s supposed to, that’s on him.”

Robby tilted your face to meet his and caught your eyes. “He has no idea what he’s missing.”

You sniffled at the sweet reassurance, leaning your cheek into his palm.

“You’re sure you’re fit to stay?” Robby asked, stroking your cheek.

You almost thought you’d misheard him. There was a loudly spoken rule about all hands on deck at this hospital. Confusedly, you returned,  “It’s been crazy in here today. Don’t you guys need me?”

Robby shrugged. “We have the staff, for once. If you’re not 100%, we’ll be okay if you need to leave. Seems like you need to relax, and this place is definitely not helping with that.”

You giggled at that. “Yeah, probably not,” you agreed. Your smile then faded. “But it’s alright. I took the bus here and with midday traffic, who knows how long I’ll be waiting, anyway,” you sniffled.

“That’s true. And you can stay if you want,” Robby said as he stood up. “Or I can bring you home.”

You looked up at him confusedly. “Bring me home? But, Robby, you—“

“—Jack wanted to come in early,” Robby said. “S’no problem.”

The offer made your heart ache. “You’re sure?”

Robby gave you a small smile. “Wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

That’s what wound you in the passenger seat of Robby’s truck the second Jack walked into the ER. He opened the door for you and buckled you in before getting into the driver’s side, putting the keys into the ignition.

“I’m sorry I’m making you do this,” you said with a small voice, leaning your head against the window. Even after his reassurance, you still felt guilty for pulling him away from work. “You have a job to do.”

“You’re not making me do anything. And Jack’s a good doctor. He’s got it under control,” Robby said. “How far are you?”

“I’m a little far. It’s about a half hour commute,” you replied. “You really don’t have to bring me, Robby.”

“How about we go to my place instead? It’s closer. You’ll want to decompress sooner rather than later, I imagine.”

You nod. “Okay,” you replied. Robby did the same and began to drive.

Your hands were still restless from the aftermath of your attacks. You leaned your head back against the leather seat, closing your eyes while shaky breaths left your lips. Robby didn’t say anything until he heard you hiccup another sob. He’d stopped at a red light and turned to look at you.

“Sweetheart? You okay?”

You cringed at the whimper that left your lips. “I don’t know.”

“Hey,” Robby said. He reached over and looped his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand to reassure you. “Don’t think about him. It’s not doing you any good. Put the window down, kiddo. That’ll help.”

You did as told, putting the window down ever so slightly. You used Robby’s hand like a lifeline while he drove, and not once did he let go.

Leaving the Pitt made you realize instantly how drastically it was affecting you. You had your anxiety under control most days, but it was easy for anybody to snap in a place like that. Now that you were here, you didn’t feel so frenzied. How Robby could run the show on a daily basis like he did, you had no idea.

The drive was mostly silent, save for the wind from your window and the low hum of the radio. The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable, not with Robby’s hand in your lap and intertwined with your own, grounding you throughout the trip.

He pulled up to a family home about fifteen minutes later. It was a beautiful place with flowers out front and two stories. Robby opened your door for you as you got out, and smiled when you immediately slotted your hand through his again.

“Come on, kiddo. Let’s get you inside,” Robby said.

You followed behind him and watched him unlock the door, letting you inside before following. You took the place in, shockingly neat for your sarcastic attending, while he slipped his shoes off at the door.

“You can shower upstairs if you want. I can give you some clothes to change into,” Robby said. “Are you hungry?”

“I don’t think I’m ready to eat yet. But thank you, Robby. A shower would be nice,” you said.

“Okay, sweetheart. Come on, you can have your pick of my closet.”

You followed Robby upstairs, taking in the various picture frames that lined the walls of the staircase. Most were with Jack or your other coworkers in group pictures. You were even in some of these.

Robby opened the door to his large room, his bed messy with strewn pillows and scattered books on the nightstand. There were some clothes on the floor and Robby grimaced as he retrieved them.

“Sorry about the mess. Don’t ever have company,” Robby said. “You can look through my dresser.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said as you approached it. You went through his drawers and picked out an old band tee and baggy sweatpants. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll get you a towel.”

After Robby did so, you took the shower you’d been in desperate need of, hoping the cold water would cleanse your nerves. They still felt incredibly frayed even after leaving work, and part of you was still in panic mode. 

Most of it was just plain sadness.

When you came out of the bathroom, Robby was sitting on the edge of the bed, which was now neatly made. He perked up when he saw you, standing up and pulling the covers back. “You didn’t like the sweatpants?”

You shook your head. The tee was long enough to cover the bareness underneath it, and your body temperature wasn’t regulated enough for pants yet. “No. I’m hot,” you said, folding the pants neatly back into the dresser.

“I see,” Robby said. “Feeling better?”

You shrugged, approaching the bed and settling in. “You don’t have to do this, you know,” you said meekly.

“I don’t. But I want to,” Robby said. He tucked you in and turned the TV in the room on, handing you the remote. “I’ve got a few streaming platforms. Watch whatever you’d like. Let me know when you’re ready to eat.”

With that, Robby turned to leave the room, evidently wanting to give you your space, but before he could, you sat back up in bed. “Robby?”

Robby turned to look at you with a foot out of the door. “Yeah, kiddo?”

“Stay? Please, don’t. . .don’t go.”

Robby looked slightly startled by the request, but his expression shifted back into a smile just as quickly. He closed the door and joined you in bed, laying down over the covers. “Whatever you need.”

You turned the TV on and pretended to be interested in the channels, but even entertainment couldn’t do its part in distracting you. You flipped a random movie on before turning to Robby, laying on your side.

Robby rubbed your forehead, then stroked your hair with such care that you thought you might cry all over again. Maybe you would. “Comfortable, kiddo?” he asked.

You nuzzled into his touch, scooting closer. “Mhm. Thank you, Robby.”

“You’re welcome,” Robby said. “You let me know if you need anything, yeah?”

That simple comment worked you right up again, tears brimming in your eyes. All this sweetness from your somewhat gruff attending, the one who’d tucked you in after taking you home and giving you his clothes, no less, had you wondering how hard it really was for your father to do the same.

“Oh, honey,” Robby said as you broke down all over again. “Come here, baby.”

You followed the instruction of Robby patting his lap, sitting up and settling into it. You buried your face into his neck while he held you, cradling you like you were a baby. The gesture made you sob harder as he soothed you, rubbing your back tenderly while he shushed away your tears.

“Your father doesn’t deserve you. You’re too sweet to feel so neglected by him,” Robby said.

“Wh- What’s wrong with me? I just want him to care and somehow I feel like an asshole, because all I do is beg for the man to love me.”

“That doesn’t make you an asshole. It’s normal to want your father. Even more normal when he’s mostly absent.”

“I just want to be enough.”

“You are enough. More than enough,” Robby reassured you.

You pulled back to look at Robby, tears swimming in your eyes. “You’d. . .you’d take care of me, right?” you said without thinking. “If I was your daughter? You wouldn’t let me go?”

Robby smoothed his thumb over your cheek. “No, baby. I wouldn't ever let you go.”

You moved impossibly closer to Robby at the reassurance, now sitting up with your thighs on either side of his legs. He had a hand on your waist, the other coming up to cradle your cheek as he watched you stare.

“What is it, kiddo?” he said softly.

“I. . .I want. . .” you whimpered, bottom lip between your teeth. You of all people knew how unprofessional this position alone was, with your attending, no less, but you were craving more. Comfort. Touch. Love. All things Robby was willing to give you. All things your father never had.

Before you could overthink it, and before your brain could even process what you were doing, for that matter, you leaned slightly forward in Robby’s lap so that your lips ghosted over his. You pressed your hands to his chest in a silent plea, hitting him with those sweet eyes he’d known and admired since you joined PTMC.

But it was different now.

“Please?” you whispered.

“Sweetheart,” Robby huffed. He held his hand on the small of your back and left it there, making no effort to pull you closer or push you away. “We shouldn’t. Hell, I shouldn’t. Shouldn’t even be holding you like this.”

“I know, Robby, but. . .please, I won’t say anything. No one will ever know, I just. . .” you trailed off. 

Too late to back out now.

“Make me forget. Forget him, forget everything,” you said. Your fingers dug into his shirt, another wordless beg for more. “Please.”

Robby stared at you for a few long seconds, the silence louder than the sobs you’d heaved earlier in the breakroom. Your head was spinning from said tears, and it occurred to you that you should go home, lay in bed, pretend this never happened—

Until Robby cupped your cheek with a gentleness you’d hardly known he possessed, and pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss was electric despite its initial slowness. He was soft with you like he was afraid to break you, as if you needed to be handled with fragility. Except when aggression is all you know, it’s natural to exert—which is why you push your tongue past his lips and wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Robby understands instantly and settles a hand on your hip, the other finding its way to your neck. He holds but doesn’t squeeze, again, like you’re too soft to be handled in such a fashion, and works his lips against yours ravenously. You can already feel the hardness of his cock below you and it has you embarrassingly soaked.

“That what you needed, baby?” Robby said with a small smile, cupping your face as he said it. You shook your head, to which he replied, “Oh, no? Then, what?”

You let your hand drift downwards before you could think twice about it, rubbing the aching bulge in his pants with shaking fingers.

“Fuck, honey,” Robby groaned. “Big girl words.”

“I. . .I want your cock, Robby,” you whined.

“That right?”

“M- Mhm, please,” you managed through a few more rubs. Then, the cherry on top to completely seal the deal—

“Please, Daddy.”

He’d said to use your words, right?

“Shit,” was all Robby said. His pupils were completely blown at the name, but the disgust you half expected to see when you looked at him wasn’t there. No, when you looked at him, he held a different expression entirely.

And it looked a lot like lust.

“Y’want me to be your daddy, huh? Guess you really meant you wanted to forget,” Robby hummed like it was a normal Tuesday, and you hadn’t just asked your attending of all the people to play the part. Luckily, for you, Robby was happy to oblige—evidently so, as he yanked you closer by the waist, pressing a quick kiss to your mouth.

“S’okay, sweetheart. I can be his replacement.”

With that, Robby flipped you onto your back and pinned you underneath him with his body, using a hand to prop himself up. You continued to rub at the bulge in his scrubs, only now, you’d begun to tug them down, already ready for more.

Robby followed your lead and released his hardened cock from his jeans, the tip aching and bright. You tried not to think too hard about how the hell that’d fit inside you as you started to stroke him carefully.

“Let me take care of you, Daddy,” you said. “After everything you did today.”

“You’re such a sweet girl, honey,” Robby said through a grunt. “But I’m afraid that’s your Daddy’s job, now, isn’t it?”

The sentiment made your cheeks flare, and you simply nodded.

“Good girl,” Robby cooed. He slowly tucked his dick back into his pants. Confusion filled your face until he started to lift your shirt—his shirt—up so that your skin was exposed to him. He smirked at the sight of you without panties on.

“Someone was ready,” he teased. He tucked his dick back into his pants and pressed featherlight pecks to your belly, then started his descent down your body, starting with your inner thighs. He kissed and sucked at the skin there which had you squirming instantaneously, watching your every move to gauge how you were feeling.

“This okay?” he asked. You nodded.

Robby did the same and continued his ministrations. When he finally locked eyes with your pussy, a little sigh left his lips at the sight of your wetness. “Fuck, honey. You’re soaked.”

“Couldn’t h- help it, Robby. Need you.”

“Ah-ah, that’s not my name,” Robby chided with a sharp bite to your inner thigh. “You wanna try again?”

“I need you, Daddy,” you corrected.

“Much better, sweetheart,” Robby said. With that, he finally licked his first stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of you. He started slowly to watch your reactions, tonguing your puffy clit in steady circles while his fingers joined the ministrations, entering your aching hole.

Robby alternated between licking your clit and diving between your folds, but whether that was more for you or him was unclear. He was completely drunk on your pussy, and paired with the sound of your pleasured noises, he was eating you up like a man starved.

“Fuck, babygirl, your pussy’s perfect. You’re perfect,” Robby grunted, driving his fingers inside you. You arched back with a particularly loud moan, the new nickname making you dizzy.

“F- Feels so g- good, Daddy,” you moaned. Robby smirked.

“Yeah? S’your Daddy making you feel good, kiddo?” he grunted between your folds, though it felt like he was talking more to your pussy then to you. “You deserve it, honey. My girl deserves to feel so good.”

He lifted your legs above his shoulders so he could dive deeper into your cunt, and you gasped at the change in position, his face almost completely blocked by your own body.

“D- Daddy, can you even breathe like that?” you asked worriedly.

Robby chuckled against your cunt, the sound vibrating between your legs. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. Just focus on feeling good.”

With that, he started to eat you out again, only this time, it felt completely different. This time, with his hands wrapped around your thighs and your knees hooked over his shoulders, there was no limit to what Robby could do to you. His tongue entered your hole this time while his big nose rubbed against your clit, and you were convinced you were seeing stars.

“Fuck, D- Daddy, m’gonna—!” you moaned loudly, bucking your hips into the heat of his mouth. You were grinding against his face shamelessly now. Thankfully for you, Robby didn’t seem to mind.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go, Daddy’s got you,” Robby cooed before flicking his tongue against your clit, and not letting up until you were practically exploding against his face, coming with a loud cry.

Robby eased you through your orgasm with small licks against your sensitive clit. When the feeling became overstimulating, he switched gears and pressed kisses to your inner thighs, peppering them in a gentle path up your abdomen soon afterwards. He continued until he was hovering you again, and you took the opportunity to press your lips against his.

You tasted yourself on his mouth and felt your wetness from his beard, both facts working you up even so soon after your last orgasm. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he immediately caught on.

“Needy little girl. So eager to cum again, huh?” Robby said, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You nodded, to which Robby chided, “None of that, babygirl. You tell Daddy what you want.”

“Want you inside me, Daddy. Want your cock,” you managed through shaky breaths, bucking your hips against his for emphasis. “Please.”

“You sound so sweet when you use your words, honey,” Robby cooed. For the second time, he freed himself, only this time he was visibly more hard. The tip of his cock was an angry red and dribbling bouts of pre-cum, and, fuck, did he look so much fuller than before. You gasped as he ran his head between your folds.

“You’re sure you want this, sweetheart? Absolutely positive?”

“Yes, Daddy, m’sure. I want you so bad. Please.”

Robby didn’t need another word before he was thrusting inside you completely, filling you to the brim.

You’d thought he was big before, but this stretch was completely different. There was a visible bulge where your bodies were conjoined which became more prominent with every little thrust into your pussy. Robby watched, utterly transfixed, at the sight of his large cock causing such an imprint on your skin.

“Y’okay?” Robby grunted. He had one hand on your belly and the other next to your head.

“M- Mhm. You’re so big,” you huffed.

Robby chuckled. “Hope that’s a good thing, sweetheart.”

“I- It is, I—oh!” you were cut off by the feeling of Robby’s hips snapping against yours, trying to find his pace. His stamina isn’t exactly what it used to be, but he’ll be damned if he leaves this room without making you feel good.

“Too much, kiddo?”

“N- No, not at all.”

“Good,” Robby said. He kept a steady albeit rough pace, reaching the deepest parts of you. It wasn’t your first time having sex, but it was with a man who was set on really taking care of you and not chasing his own pleasure. The thought made it feel all the more better.

You pulled Robby in for a kiss he answered gladly. As your tongues pushed against each other, his hips rocked even harder, driving his thick cock into your spongy walls. He was starting to hit the part of you that made you see stars, and you weren’t doing a good job of hiding it.

“That’s it, babygirl. That feel good?” Robby grunted against your lips.

“M- Mhm, y- you’re s- so good, Robby. Feel so good,” you said.

Robby chuckled and decided to let the use of his name slide, deciding you were probably too fucked-out to even remember your own right now. “You feel good, too, sweetheart. You’re so pretty like this,” he praised.

It was only a few minutes before Robby’s steady pace was replaced with a stronger one, as much faster as it was rougher. At the blown look of your pupils, he figured as much that this was what you wanted, what you needed, and he was right.

His cock was driving so far into you that it felt like he was in your throat. Every push had your back arching off the bed, unable to make any noise beyond a few broken whimpers and moans.

“That’s it, sweet girl. I got you, I got you,” Robby said gently, a stark contrast to the way his dick was bullying into your pussy.

“You—fuck—you promise, Daddy?” 

“I promise, honey. M’never letting you go, alright? Never,” Robby assured. Despite the pace, his words had your heart lurching, and you almost got emotional all over again.

“Robby,” you gasped. “I’m g- getting there again. Close.”

“S’okay, kiddo. Your Daddy wants you to feel good,” he groaned. He wasn’t so much looking for his pleasure as he was trying to give you yours. “What do you need?”

Easy. 

“Just don’t stop,” you said.

And Robby didn’t. He pressed kisses down your neck and sucked hickeys into your skin while he fucked you hard and fast, setting an absolutely lethal pace. The same pressure from earlier when you’d cum in his mouth was starting to return, and you were seconds away from your second orgasm.

“Cum with me, Daddy, please, please, I wanna feel you,” you begged, framing his cheeks with your hands. Robby had his on either side of your head while he smirked down at you.

“Yeah, you want my cum, baby? Want me filling your pretty pussy with my load?”

You nodded quickly, pulling him in for another kiss. “Yes, please. S’all I want.”

“That’s what you’ll get,” Robby said.

He didn’t stop until you were right on the edge, and when you were, he kissed you through it, rocking his hips into your pelvis and driving his dick hard into your cunt while your second orgasm crashed over you. You clenched hard around his cock as he spilled into you, securing your legs even tighter around his waist so that every drop stayed inside.

Robby got the message and gave a few last thrusts that stirred his cum deep inside you. When he pulled out, small ropes of white dribbled out of your hole and stained the bed, while the rest of it remained nestled within you.

“Who knew my little girl could be so dirty?” Robby teased, kissing your cheek.

You giggled. “It takes two, you know.”

“Fair enough,” Robby chuckled. “I’m going to get a towel, honey. Get you cleaned up.”

As he made his move to leave, however, you tugged his arm. Robby was at the edge of the bed. “Robby, w- wait.”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Did you. . .mean it? When you said you’d. . .never let me go?” you asked. “That you’d be his replacement?”

Robby smiled at you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, nodding. “Yeah, sweetheart. I meant every word.”

indulger!katsuki who cannot handle a single pout from you, especially when you’re staring at something that costs more than a mid-sized sedan.

you both stood in the center of a glittering ginza boutique, the air smelling of expensive lilies and cold air conditioning. you didn’t say a word; you simply stopped in front of a gold necklace with a pear-cut diamond that caught the light in a way that made your eyes widen.

you looked at the jewel, then slowly shifted your gaze to katsuki, tilting your head with a small, hopeful shimmer in your eyes.

katsuki stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders tensing under his your gaze. “don't even start with that look,” he barked, though his eyes didn't leave your face.

“i didn't say anything, katsuki.” you chuckled.

“you're saying it with your damn eyes! you're practically screaming 'buy me this overpriced rock' without opening your mouth! it's a piece of carbon, you greedy brat! do you have any idea how many zeros are on that price tag?” katsuki had his hands in his hips, looking down at you like he was your mom scolding you.

“i didn’t even ask for it, baby. just looking… it’s pretty, that’s all,”you let out a tiny, theatrical sigh and began to turn away, your shoulders slumping just a fraction.

“tch! stop it! get back here!" he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but careful, and yanked you back toward the glass case. he slammed a hand onto the counter, making the sales clerk jump nearly a foot in the air. “wrap that one up! now! and put it in the fancy box so she doesn't complain that it looks cheap!”

“of course, sir! right away!” as the clerk hurried to package the necklace.

katsuki leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “you're a manipulative menace. a spoiled, pampered little menace. you think you can just look at me and i'll cave? you think i'm some kind of pushover?”

you beamed, leaning into his chest. “yes!”

“damn right i am! for you i am! now let's get out of here before you decide you want the matching earrings too!”

“ooh! now that you mention it…”

indulger!katsuki who believes that “out of stock” is merely a suggestion and that rules don't apply when you want something.

you were in a high-end streetwear boutique, your eyes locked on a limited-edition cropped leather jacket. it was the only one in your size, and it was perched precariously on a headless mannequin in the window. the store manager had already told you three times that display items were not for sale.

you looked at the jacket, then at your boyfriend, your lower lip trembling just a bit. “let’s just go. he said i can't have it,” you whispered, looking devastated.

katsuki’s eyes snapped to the mannequin. he looked at the manager, who was sweating profusely, and then back to you. a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. “what do you mean it's not for sale?”

“sir, it's the display model! it's meant to stay on the mannequin for the aesthetic of the window—”

“i don't give really a damn about the bullshit of your window. isn’t a store like this supposed to be taking money?! tch,”katsuki stormed forward, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floor. in one fluid, violent motion, he reached out and gripped the collar of the jacket. with a loud rip of plastic fasteners and a crash of the mannequin’s arm snapping off, he tore the garment right off the plastic form. he didn't even wait for the manager to react before he tossed the jacket over your shoulders. “there. now it's yours. stop looking like a kicked puppy.”

“katsuki! you can't just—”

“i just did! now, you,” he pointed a finger at the trembling manager, “ring this up. now. or i'll blow the front door off your hinges and pay for it in pieces.”

you giggled, hugging the leather to your chest. “you're so aggressive. aren’t you supposed to be a hero…? that wasn’t heroic at all.”

“did i steal it?! no, i didn’t. now shut up and pay for the damn thing with my card, you brat.”

indulger!katsuki who will cross entire prefectures just to satisfy a midnight craving because he can't stand the thought of you being unhappy.

it was 1:00 am on a tuesday. katsuki had just finished a grueling sixteen-hour shift dealing with a villain breakout in the city center. he was covered in soot, his muscles aching, and he had just collapsed onto the sofa. you crawled into his lap, rubbing your cheek against his chest. “kats baby... i really want that strawberry shortcake from that one bakery in chiba.”

he groaned, the sound vibrating through his ribs. “are you kidding me? chiba? that's an hour's drive! go to sleep!”

“but the cream is so light... and they use those organic strawberries... i can almost taste it.” you practically whined as you nuzzled closer to him like an annoying cat.

your boyfriend closed his eyes, praying for strength. he stayed silent for a full minute, his chest heaving. then, he let out a loud, frustrated scream and sat up abruptly, nearly dumping you off his lap. “god damn it! why are you like this? why can't you just want a normal snack from the convenience store?”

“because i'm your pretty baby?”

he glared at you, his vermillion eyes narrowing, but the heat in them wasn't anger. oh, no it wasn’t. it was absolute, unconditional devotion. no matter how hard he glared, you had him wrapped around your pretty manicured fingers that he also payed for.

katsuki stood up and grabbed his keys from the counter. “get in the car. if we get there and they're sold out, i'm leaving you on the sidewalk.”

“you love me too much for that.”

“tch. keep talking and i'll buy you a whole damn bakery and make you work there just so i never have to drive to chiba at midnight again!”

indulger!katsuki who expresses his love through a constant stream of “shut up” and “you're annoying,” while simultaneously funding your entire lavish lifestyle.

you were sitting on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of shopping bags from your latest spree. you were trying on a pair of towering gold heels that were probably impractical for any one human being to walk in.

katsuki walked into the room, stopping to stare at the chaos. “what the hell is all this? did you rob a bank while i was at the agency?”

“they were on sale!” you beamed up at him giddily as if that answered his question.

“on sale? you bought six pairs of the same shoe in different colors! you're a damn shopaholic is what you are!” katsuki had his hands on his hips as if he was your mom scolding you.

you stood up, wobbling slightly in the gold heels, and walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but look how they make my legs look, kats.”

he looked down at your legs, then back up at your face. his expression shifted from irritation to a hunger that made your stomach flip. he gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his palms warm through your clothes. “tch. your legs always look good. you don't need overly expensive gold shoes to make me want to rip your clothes off.”

“are you saying you don't like them?” you pouted at him.

“i'm saying i find it stupid how much money you spend on things that just make me want to keep you in the bedroom all day. now get those damn things off and c’mere."

indulger!katsuki who views your shopping addiction as a challenge to his bank account, and he loves winning. you once mentioned, in passing, that you liked a certain vintage watch that was being auctioned off, a piece that was practically unobtainable.

you didn't expect him to get it; you just liked the idea of it.

two weeks later, katsuki tosses a small, velvet box onto your lap while you're eating breakfast. “here. stop thinking about it. it’s starting to annoying me.”

you open the box to find the watch, its gold face gleaming. you gasp, looking at the price estimate you'd seen online. “katsuki bakugo! this cost... this is insane! why would you do this?”

“hah! because i can!” he yells, though there's a smirk playing on his lips. “because i'm the best, and my woman should have the best. i don't want you looking at some auction site like some extra. i want you to look at your wrist and remember that i'm the one who got it for you.” he pulls you into his lap, his arms locking around you. “i'll buy the whole damn auction house if it means you'll stop daydreaming and focus on me. you get it? everything you want is yours, as long as you remember who the hell provides it.”

you weren’t entirely sure what his deal was… he either loved you so much that he was willing to throw money at everything, he actually finds it annoying when you talk about stuff you want, or he loves flexing his hard-earned money.

it was all the above.

indulger!katsuki who treats every anniversary, birthday, holiday, or “just because” day as a competition to see how much he can possibly spoil you.

for your anniversary, he didn't just get you a gift; he rented out an entire rooftop garden in tokyo, filled it with your favorite flowers, and had a five-course meal prepared by a michelin-star chef after he went on a full-scale rant on how stupid it is to pull cliché “bullshit” like they do in the movies.

as you looked around the breathtaking setup, your eyes glistening with tears, he stood beside you, looking uncomfortable in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders. “stop crying, brat. it's just a dinner.”

“it's not just a dinner, kats! it's beautiful!”

“tch. it's whatever. i just didn't want you complaining that i didn't do enough this year." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. inside was a ring—not like the diamond one he'd bought you months ago, but a rare, deep red ruby that matched the color of his eyes.

“i saw this and thought it looked like something a greedy brat would want.” katsuki shrugged as if he was talking about the specials on the menu.

“katsuki...”

“don't get all mushy on me. just put the damn ring on so we can eat before the food gets cold. and don't think this means you can buy a new car next week.” he pointed a stern finger at you.

you laughed, sliding the ring onto your finger and throwing your arms around his neck. “i was thinking a yacht.”

your boyfriend froze, his eyes widening. “a yacht? who the hell wants a boat?!”

“a pretty one! with gold trim!”

katsuki sighed, but he was already pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that tasted of promise and absolute, unwavering devotion. “fine. but if we get a yacht, i'm the captain. and you're just the pampered passenger who looks pretty.”

“deal.” you nodded your head eagerly.

“good because your also a terrible driver and i have no plans being the jack to your rose when we die in sea.”

“asshole! fucking forget it then!”

indulger!katsuki who can't maintain a professional demeanor when you decide you miss him too much to let him work.

you were at home, lounging in one of his oversized shirts, feeling particularly needy. you knew he was in the middle of a high-stakes strategy meeting with the top ten heroes. out of impulse, you sent him a message:

i'm so bored and the bed feels too big without you.

five minutes later, your phone buzzed.

stop sending me shit while i'm working, brat.

you replied: i might just go buy another little lingerie set to pass the time. i saw a gorgeous red set… oh, did i mention i’m wearing a black set rn

you quickly followed it up by sending him a single photo: a selfie of you biting your lip, nothing on but a black lace teddy set, sitting prettily in the bed.

his response was almost instantaneous it made you giggle.

stay. put.

another ten minutes passed before the front door slammed open with such force the windows rattled. katsuki stormed into the bedroom, still in his full hero gear, his arm bracers were removed and thrown on the couch in a blink of an eye. he looked absolutely livid, his chest heaving. “who the hell do you think you are, interrupting my meeting with a photo of you dressed like that?"

“i missed you,” you whispered, sliding off the bed and walking toward him.

“you're a menace. i had edgeshot staring at my phone screen for three seconds because i reacted too loud! i'm supposed to be a professional!”

you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “are you going to go back, dynamight?”

katsuki looked down at you, his gaze darkening as he felt your warmth against him. he reached up, gripping your chin and tilting your head back. “not a chance in hell. now, since you wanted my attention so badly, you're going to spend the rest of the afternoon making up for the fact that i had to walk out of a very important meeting.”

“how?”

“shut up. i'll show you.”

indulger!katsuki who loves the way you beg, not just for things, but for him, and he takes his time making sure you earn every single touch.

he pulled back, his eyes scanning your flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't move to take off the rest of your clothes; instead, he just watched you squirm beneath him, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. “what's the matter? you were so bold over text. where's all that energy now?”

“please... kats, please.” you squirmed.

“please what? be specific. i don't do vague requests.” your smug boyfriend tutted.

you arched your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. “i want you... i want you inside me. please.”

katsuki chuckled, a dark, rough sound. he shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to touch you, his fingers finding you already drenched and aching. he didn't push inside; he just teased the entrance, circling the sensitive peak of your center with agonizing movements. “tch, you're so impatient. you think because i get you whatever you want, you get the reward immediately? no. you're going to wait until i decide you've begged enough.”

“fuck—i'll do anything! just... please, baby!”

“anything? then tell me, brat. tell me how much you love being taken care off by me. tell me how much you love that i'm the only one who can handle you. the only one who is capable of giving you everything and anything you want.”

“i love it... i love you... i love that you're mine—hah… only mine,”

katsuki didn't wait another second. he ripped the loose shirt you were wearing upward, exposing you completely, and drove into you in one powerful thrust.

“oh! f-ffuuuck…” you screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth as he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your cry. he moved with a violent, rhythmic intensity, his body a storm of heat and muscle, driving you deeper and deeper into the mattress.

indulger!katsuki who is surprisingly attentive during sex, ensuring that while he is dominant, your pleasure is the absolute priority. despite the aggression of his movements, his eyes never left yours. he watched every flicker of pleasure, every curl of your toes, every time your eyes rolled back in your head.

“look at me,” katsuki commanded, his voice strained.

“i'm... i'm looking!” you mewled as you fought your head from tilting backwards.

“tell me how it feels. tell me how i feel—ffuuuck, yeah, baby. take it just like that—inside you.” katsuki pounded you into the mattress, his knees bent as his hips moved relentlessly.

“it's perfect... you're... oh god, katsuki!” your nails digging into his back, marking him.

katsuki gritted his teeth, his pace increasing, his palms sparking slightly against the sheets, the scent of sweat and the burnt fabric filling the room. he reached down, his thumb finding your clit, the exact spot that sent you over the edge, adding a level of stimulation that made your entire body convulse.

“that's it... take it all, my greedy baby. take everything i give you.”

as you peaked, your voice breaking in a long, shuddering moan, he followed you, his body stiffening as he let out a low, primal roar, filling you completely. he collapsed against you, his breath coming in heavy heaves, his heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird.

indulger!katsuki who becomes an insatiable force of nature when you are ovulating, turning your heightened desire into a marathon of pleasure that leaves both of you completely spent. and in his opinion, as much as he thinks you’re the best thing to ever exist, this version of you might take the cake.

you had told him you were in your peak window, and the moment the words left your lips, the air in the room had shifted. katsuki didn't just become more affectionate; he became obsessed.

“i can smell it on you,” he whispered, his voice a dark, predatory hum as he backed you against the bedroom wall. “you smell like you are wet f’me already.”

“i am,” you whimpered, your legs already shaking. “i can't stop thinking about you, baby. i want you inside me. now please.”

katsuki didn't need to be told twice. he ripped your clothes off, his movements frantic yet precise. he lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist. it didn’t take long before he drove himself into you with a force that made the wall rattle. “you are so wet,” he groaned, the sound of his cock sliding into your drenched pussy creating a loud, squelching noise that echoed in the room. “you are practically dripping for me.”

he fucked you for hours, moving you from the wall to the bed, then to the floor, and back again. every time you thought he was finished, every time he came in a loud, shaking burst of pleasure, he would look at you, at your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your pleading eyes, and he would harden again.

“more,” you sobbed, clutching his shoulders. “please, suki, more.”

“fucking hell. you are a bottomless pit, katsuki panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest. “i can't believe how much you can take. it is unbelievable.”

he explored every inch of you, his tongue tracing the line of your thighs, his fingers stretching you open before plunging back inside. he was rough and demanding, his voice a constant stream of praise and possession. “yes, take it all,” he commanded, his hips slamming into yours with a rhythmic thud. “you want this, don't you? you want your man to fill you up until you can't take another drop.”

“yes, k-kats! ngghh… oh, fuck, baby. harder, harder—yeah…”

by the time you were finally satiated, katsuki collapsed beside you, the sun was beginning to peak through the curtains. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum, your bodies entwined in a tangle of exhaustion.

“you are a monster,” he whispered, kissing your forehead, his voice sounding completely wrecked. “my beautiful, greedy little monster.”

you giggled, tracing patterns on his chest, “you tired? what happened, dynamight? i thought you were the best of the best.”

“i am going to spend the rest of the day making sure you stay this exhausted if you keep talking like that.”

indulger!katsuki who is unexpectedly devoted to your physical comfort in the aftermath of your endless love making, turning into a protective heater that refuses to let you go.

after a particularly grueling session where he's left you spent and breathless, he doesn't just roll over and sleep. he carries you into the oversized marble shower, the water steaming and hot. “stop shivering, you idiot. i've got you.”

“it’s not like i’m doing it on purpose,” you retorted, splashing him on the face with water which earned you a glare.

katsuki washes you with a slow, methodical care, his large hands scrubbing your skin with a luxury soap he bought specifically because you liked the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. he doesn't yell now; his voice is a low, sleepy murmur. “you're so damn small compared to me,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “how the hell do you fit all that greed into one person?”

“i'm not greedy,” you murmur, leaning back into his chest.

“you're the greediest person i've ever met. and the worst part is, i can't stop giving you everything. you've got me wrapped around your finger, and you know it.”

he wraps you in a towel that's far too big for you, effectively swallowing you in plush fabric, and carries you back to bed, tucking you in as if you were something fragile that might break if he didn't hold you just right.

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Working for Dynamight had started out as such a dream for you. In the beginning you had admired the way he stood up for himself and wouldn’t let anyone influence his decisions. However, once you really got down to it, he was an absolute PR nightmare. It was no wonder the position never stayed filled and they were willing to pay you almost twice the normal price to even consider the job. Those should have been red flags. You were so excited to be able to work with such a prominent hero that you were blind to any warning signs that were going to prevent you from having your dream job. Looking back now, you should have kicked yourself for thinking this was an opportunity and not a prison sentence.

The loud-mouthed, hot-headed, foul mother fucker that was Katsuki Bakugo haunted your ever waking moment. That cocky son of a bitch invaded every sense of your being, ruining any good mood you might have had and instantly turning it sour. It was like he had made it his mission to turn your life into a personal hell.

Today, however, was the last straw. You were finished with this job, this company and that fucking ticking time bomb of a hero. You could deal with fights, those were fairly frequent with Dynamight anyways. You could handle scandals, public outbursts and his general unreliability. You could even deal with the numerous times Bakugo has deemed your meetings with his publicity team “A waste of my precious fucking time” What you couldn’t handle was the single email sitting in your inbox with the subject line Employment Pending Review. The email read as such:

To Whom it May Concern,

It has come to my attention that my popularity ratings for this quarter have declined five percent from last quarter. It was my impression that you were hired to prevent things like this from happening. Since you have decided to do a piss poor job of doing the one thing you were hired to do, your position at my agency has come under review. If you have any questions, feel free to keep them to yourself.

Signed,

Bakugo Katsuki

**********

The printed email in your hand crumpled under the force of your grip as you stormed through the building. You had one destination in mind and nothing could derail you from giving that arrogant bastard a piece of your mind. You had done everything right, had diffused countless career ending situations and this is how he repaid you? You were good at your job, the best even.

The door to Bakugo’s office came into view and your speed only increased the closer you got. This certainly wasn’t the first time you had been in his office, and certainly not the first time with malicious intent. It was a rather frequent occurrence to find you yelling at him from one side of the desk, him sitting nonchalantly on the other. Not even bothering to knock, you burst through his door, closing it with a bang behind you. He didn’t even acknowledge your presence, having become used to your sort of actions.

You slammed the page down on his desk, the force rattling the pens on his desk, one rolling off and landing safely on the plush carpet without a sound.

“What is this?” you hissed through your clenched teeth.

He didn’t even bother to look up at you, “I believe that is called a piece of paper, y/n. I didn't think you needed that to be explained to you.” his hand held a pen that scrawled across the forms in front of him.

Your jaw squeezed tighter, “I know what that is, I meant what’s on the page.”

“I know what you meant. I figured the message was clear enough on it’s own that even someone like you could understand.”

You cussed under your breath, every word and hateful thought you had conjoured up on the way to his office bubbled up to the surface ‘If you think for one minute that the change in your rating has anything to do with me or the way I run my department and nothing to do with the way you recklessly do whatever the hell you want leaving everyone else to clean up your messes, then your even more dumb than I originally calculated.”

“It is your job to make sure things like this don’t happen, if you can’t do your job then you have no use to me. It’s that simple.” He continued to write line after line, paying you no attention.

“I am damn good at my job,” you hissed. “You are just a self-absorbed, egotistical maniac-” the words started flowing from your mouth with such force you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to.

“True.”

“-that has no regard for other people's thoughts and opinions-”

“Mostly because they are dumb opinions,” he said with a disinterested scoff.

You continued, “-with a massive lack of respect for personal boundaries. You can’t go longer than ten seconds without sucking your own dick about how you’re better than everyone else-”

“I am better.” You wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off his face so bad you physically ached with the need. Your hands slammed down on his desk once more.

“-and you use insults and brash actions to cover any emotion that might make you seem like an actual human being someone could sympathize with instead of the gargantuan asshole you really are.”

“Oh baby, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” his voice was so monotone as his eyes continued to go back and forth across the pages in front of him.

You could tell that your words were falling on deaf ears, bouncing off of him like they meant nothing. Why wasn’t he reacting to you? He had a notoriously short fuse, yet he didn’t show any sign that your words offended him, let alone that he had heard them at all. Your jaw ached from the force of you grinding your teeth together. “And to think I used to look up to you. What a fucking waste.” you all but growled.

In an irrational moment of child-like rage you took your hands and swept them across his desk, sending papers and picture frames sprawling on the floor with the pen from earlier. The office fell eerily quiet, only the faint sound of a clock ticking in the background could be heard.

Ever so slowly his eyes met yours, the red of his irises striking a cold fear down your spine. You swallowed thickly as the silence weighed heavy on you. Carefully he stands from his desk, his large leather chair rolling away from him. Wordlessly he beckons you to him, and like a moth to flame, you instinctively follow.

You were determined to show some sort of composure even though the slight waiver in your step all but gave you away. With mock confidence, you matched his glare with an icy one of your own. Once in arms reach he grabbed at you. Time moved in slow motion as his large hand gripped your face. Thick fingers burned against your cheeks as they pressed them together making your lips pucker outwards. A lump formed in your throat, blocking any words that might come from it.

His eyes slowly trailed from yours and down to your lips, a smirk growing once more as he couldn’t help but notice your silence.“So this is how I get you to shut up and listen, hm? I should have known getting physical was the only way to get a bitch like you to listen.”

This only served to reignite the fiery rage inside you as you quickly shoved at his chest in order to put distance between you and him. The lump in your throat quickly forgotten. As you pushed against him while spitting insults, he grabbed your wrists in one of his strong calloused hands, spinning you around and pushing you face first into his desk, pinning your wrists above your head. Your hot cheek rested against the cool wood, breath fogging up the glossy surface as they came out in gasps.

The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as his breath ghosted across your skin. The heat of his body pressed against your back went straight to your core. You’d never been scared of Bakugo, but in a moment of clarity you quickly realized how dangerous the man holding you down could really be. His nose brushed up against the column of your neck as he hummed deep in his chest.

“Did you ever stop to think that I like seeing you all riled up?” his voice was deep and gravelly, rumbling against your back. His hand loosened around your wrists and began trailing up your arms. Chills broke out against your skin. Though your wrists were free, your arms stayed perched above your head. He smirked from behind you, noticing how you didn’t move. His hands made it to your head, smoothing your hair down and tucking a strand behind your ear.

“Maybe I want an excuse to see you in my office, face red and with a mouth almost as bad as mine.” He was speaking into your ear now, pressed flush against you. From this position you could feel the solid wall that was his muscular body. He was big, much larger than you, and he used it to his advantage in order to keep you pressed into the hard surface of his desk.

Bakugo’s breath was hot and heavy and all but groaning,”Gods that mouth, the things I’ve imagined doing to it everytime you come in here running it.”

A small whimper escaped your throat at his perverted words that turned your insides molten. A thick fog of lust was slowly clouding your thoughts. Never could you have predicted this as a possible outcome when you stormed your way into his office. However, that being said, you couldn't actually find it in you to complain. Or say much of anything. Your tongue was thick in your mouth, his close proximity making your normally sharp tongue, dumb.

After some silent consideration he spoke again, “I want to do bad things with you,” his voice growled in your ear with a piercing finality.

His hand continued its path through your hair, strands gliding in between his thick fingers. Strong fingers pressed down your spine at a torturously slow pace. Eventually after what seemed like forever a calloused palm cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“B-Bakugo!” Your dormant voice finally broke through the sizzling silence of the room, his name the only word that felt at home on your lips. He chuckled deep in his throat. The sound was rich and dark, making your chest bloom with an embarrassed heat. That heat populated your cheeks as well.

“Awww,” he condescended, “so she does speak. I was beginning to think I’d bruised your ego too much. Good to know I haven’t made your pretty head too dumb.” He was just being plain mean now, thumping your forehead, something in you wanting to snap back at him and let him know you weren’t someone to mess with. But you couldn’t. Your voice betrayed you once more as you whimpered again. Your thoughts and actions were desynchronized with each other, leaving you equally confused and content.

His hand massaged your ass, groping it with a curious ferocity.

“What.. What are you doing?” You managed to force out a semi-coherent sentence. You were happy your mouth was on your side because your body had long betrayed you.

“Oh baby, don’t act so stupid. I know you’ve always wanted to get your hands on me just as I’ve always wanted to get mine on you.”

With that, he snuck his hand up the back of your skirt. When his hands ran across your bare skin you swear you could feel electricity just under the surface. His movements were purposeful and charged with repressed need. Ever so slowly he pushed the fabric of your skirt up and around your waist exposing inch by inch of your smooth flesh.

The groan he let out at the sign of your bare ass had you almost responding with one twice as loud but you bit your cheek instead and settled for a sharp intake of air instead. Long and calloused fingers ghosted over your backside, gliding with a curiosity and assurance of someone who thought they'd never be in the position they were in. If he was surprised, you were doubly so. He traced the seam of your panties causing you to squirm with impatience.

Ever so slowly his fingertips pressed into the crotch of your panties, the pressure making you push up on your toes. You couldn’t decide if you were trying to open yourself up to him, or to get further away from his demanding digits. The former seemed to be winning over as he chuckled once more and pushed your legs wider apart with no resistance.

Fingers turned to a hot palm cupping your sex, moving up and down while grinding against the little bundle of nerves at the head of your sex. Your hands, still above your head, grasped at the far edge of the desk in an effort to ground yourself. The hand that wasn’t teasing you fiddled with the zipper on the back of your scrunched up skirt. He stopped touching you long enough to forcefully pull the offensive clothing down your legs so it pooled around your feet.

When his hand came back to grind against you, he surprised you by pushing your panties to the side. Bare skin touched bare skin as he caressed your folds. You could feel your liquid arousal dripping onto his fingers

“You’re so wet, love. Does it turn you on when I show you how much better I am than any filthy extra could ever be, hmm?”

“N-no..” You couldn't help but push back against him, both verbally and physically, hips canting against his palm.

“That's okay. You don't have to say it. We both know the truth and it will sound all the more better coming from your mouth when you’re cumming around my cock later.”

With that, he plunged two fingers into your pulsing sex. A strangled moan chased a startled gasp that forced their way from your throat. He coaxed his fingers in and out of you, stretching you for what was sure to follow. You couldn’t contain your pleasured sighs and moans anymore as he filled you in a way you hadn’t been filled in too long. Between work and trying to maintain some semblance of a social life, your sexual needs had taken a backseat. Most days by the time you laid down at night you couldn’t muster enough energy to get yourself off. This made the way his fingers pumped in and out of you feel like a new awakening. The pleasure inside you flared to life tenfold, and with skilled hands he started to coax more depraved sounds from you.

He picked up his pace, the sounds of your wet arousal filled the office along with your pleas for more, “P-please… please. More!”

His fingers never faltered scissoring inside you, stretching you even more. As those thick digits explored your needy pussy they inevitably brushed against your g-spot causing you to squeal under him. Like a child discovering his favorite new toy, he played with the special spot until stars danced on the edges of your vision.

“There it is. Come on, baby. I know you want to cum. Just let go.” His encouraging words went straight to your core. Clenching around him, your climax neared and with a few more strokes of his fingers, you tumbled over the edge of ecstasy and dove head first into one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. You shook from head to toe, broken moans filled the air and in your hazy state you could hardly recognize that they came from you. His fingers slowed down to an almost miserably slow pace until then finally came to a stop as you tried to catch your breath.

He pulled out of you as you pushed up on shaky arms. Looking over your shoulder at him seemed like a good idea until your eyes met his burning vermilion ones and your pussy clenched at the lust that filled them. You watched as he brought his hand to his mouth, lips wrapping around the two fingers that were slick with your need. He worked his glistening pink muscle over them, cleaning them spotless all while staring you down like a predator and his prey. That’s what you felt like anyhow, like prey he was about to devour whole.

Strong hands gripped your waist, quickly flipping you over so your back rested against his desk. You leaned up on your elbows. His eyes moved from your face down to your covered chest that rose and fell with slightly labored breaths. He pulled a face most akin to disgust at the fact you were covered before he quickly unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it off your shoulders in a desperate manner. His eyes raked over the newly exposed skin. He didn't rest for long though before deft fingers made work of your bra, unclasping it so it too could fall off your shoulders. You pulled it off of you just as quick as he had released it, tossing it somewhere off to the side to find later. As he took in your form, pride swelled in your chest as his eyes darkened even more. It felt unimaginable to be wanted by someone so many others only dreamed of having. A sprout of confidence welled up inside of you as you found your tongue again.

“Well, are you just going to stare or are you going to fuck me?” you asked with a smirk

That smirk was quickly wiped off your face as he gripped the lower half of it, effectively shutting you up.

“I give you one little orgasm and now you think you have any say in what I’m going to do to you? You need to remember who is in control here, little one. I’d hate to have to teach you a lesson since we're having so much fun so don’t push me.” He all but growled.

He pushed you back so he could quickly pull his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the side. It was your turn to devour him as you took in every crease and muscle that made up his strong body. Apparently working out really did amount to something. Noted. He quickly unbuckled his dress pants before they too disappeared, leaving him clad in only a pair of black boxers that clung sacrilegiously to his thick thighs. You could just make out the bulge in the front of his underwear through the dark fabric. He grabbed your hand in his and pressed it against his member making sure you could feel exactly what you did to him.

“You feel that, princess? This happens every time you barge in here, running your mouth about things I couldn't care less about. You did this, and I think you need to fix it.”

He let go of your hand before pulling his boxers down. His cock sprung out of its confines, bobbing up and down. He was thick, almost dangerously so, with a length that rivaled any you had seen let alone had inside you. It curved upwards and was tipped with an engorged purple head that glistened with precum.

One hand grasped the base of his shaft as the other cupped the back of your knee, pushing it towards your head and successfully pressing your back into the hard surface once more. His hips slotted between yours as he lined his cock up with your quivering cunt. He methodically rutted against you, wetting his length with your juices. As soon as he touched you he let out a shuddering breath as if he wasn’t expecting the feeling. Your teeth dug into your plump bottom lip as you looked at him. They were sore from trying to hold in your sounds earlier and you could feel them beginning to bruise from the force.

He dragged his cock through your folds once more before lining himself up with your tight entrance. The tip pressed against you, slowly pushing inside. The stretch of the head alone was almost enough to drive you crazy but as he slid inch after delicious inch inside your velveteen walls you were sure that you were certifiably crazy to let your boss ruin you for other men like this. A sharp hiss from Bakugo broke you out of your stupor.

“Shit, princess. You’re so tight you’re fucking suffocating me.” His voice was as strained as his facial expression. Brows creased tight together in concentration as he started at where your bodies connected.  When he finally bottomed out after what felt like eternity you both sighed in relief, relaxing into each other. One hand of his pressed gently into your lower stomach and you mewled, back arching off the desk. The added pressure further proved how deep he was inside you. His hand pressed harder as his hips pulled back and pushed back in slowly, making sure you felt every ridge of his member.

He picked up the pace rather quickly, fucking you wide open. His hips slammed into yours with such power it rocked the desk. He grabbed your other leg pushing it up to your chest so he could thrust deeper into you. In the heat of the moment he crashed his lips into yours. The first kiss you shared was all teeth and tongue in a flurry of passion. His dominance showed even through his kiss as he led the way, maneuvering your mouth with his in a dizzying way. You moaned desperately at your first taste of him. A moan of his own resounded into your gasping mouth as you clenched around him even tighter.

He let go of one of your legs and wrapped his arm around your waist to flick his thumb over your swollen clit. The feeling of his thick cock hitting places your fingers never could combined with the quick circling of his thumb was driving you to a steep high. Once more you were panting beneath him, moaning out his name. At least you thought it was his name but it probably more resembled a garbled mess of sound mixed with whimpers and groans. You could feel another climax building on your core and it was hard to believe you had lasted this long.

“Shit,” he moaned, “that’s it. I can feel you squeezing me harder. You like when your hero fucks your little cunt? How does it feel to really look up to me, huh? Fuck! Come on, cum for your number one hero, princess.”

His hips slammed into yours with a renewed vigor, stuttering as his own climax drew closer. It only took a few more deep trusts against your g-spot and you were thrashing as you came against his length. Your walls pulsed around him milking him as he too came with an animalistic groan right against your ear. Heat flooded your insides as he painted your walls white with his seed.

He thrusted a few more shallow times, driving his cum deeper into you. Your chests brushed against each other with your rapid breathing. Your heart beat loudly in your ears and your leg muscles ached from being pressed so tightly against you but you couldn't remember another time when you’d felt this satisfied.

He gently pulled out of you with a wet pop, a mixture of both of your juices flooding from your abused entrance. His fingers came down and pushed the mixture back in you with a dazed look on his face. You could feel a blissed out smile on your lips as he took a step back so he could pull his boxers back up his toned legs. Softly he helped you situate yours back on as well.

In an unusually soft manner his lips pressed against yours. Hands cupping your face held you steady as his forehead came to rest against yours. Bright eyes stared back into yours with a dangerous look of control and you knew then that he would never let you go after this. His voice was deep and full of authority as he spoke

“Next time you think of coming into my office and making demands and running that mouth of yours, I will find a better use for it. Understand?”