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Dr. Uraraka Ochako leaned against the hospital bed with a long sigh of exhaustion. With spring’s changing temperatures, the hospital had been bustling with an uptick of seasonal illnesses. Moreover, a boxing tournament proceeding down the road solicited assistance from their doctors and nurses, resulting in Ochako pulling doubles and practically living on-site.
It left no room for her to have a social life—she couldn’t help it. She loved being a doctor and helping others; it wasn’t her fault that it gave her no vacancies for much else or what her best friend Mina called “ An Epic Romance .”
Ochako was pulling her stethoscope from around her neck when the door burst open, and one of her nurses issued an exasperated growl that gave her pause.
She blinked a few times. “Are you okay, Tooru?”
“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M OKAY?!” she screamed, running her fingers through her multi-colored hair. “THE PATIENT IN ROOM 1A IS A COMPLETE ASSHOLE!!”
“What do you mean?!”
Tooru pouted. “He wouldn’t let me near him to check his vitals!! He just growls and swears!”
Ochako couldn’t help but snort at that, imagining a man snarling at poor Hagakure like an unhinged dog. She hummed thoughtfully, schooling her features into a more serious cast as she peered down at the clipboard in her hands, with the barest of information just scraped across the page:
Name: Bakugou Katsuki
Date of Birth: April 20
Age: 24
Height: 6’2”
She tilted her head to one side, examining the information. “Why is he here?”
“Box match gone wrong? He has minor cuts, bruises, and a possible concussion, but he won’t cooperate!” She punctuated the last word with her signature eye roll.
Frowning, Ochako grabbed the clipboard and straightened her spine with a look of determination shining in her eyes. “I’ll handle him.”
Tooru blinked in surprise and alarm. “A-are you sure?!”
“Absolutely! I’ll get him straightened out; don’t you worry!!”
She left the room abruptly with short clicks of her heels, her strides carrying the heat of her annoyance. Ochako was a professional and couldn’t let her emotions cloud her focus despite the building of frustration at her temples.
She always seemed to grab one last difficult one before her shift… every time.
Steeling her stress-induced nerves as she approached examination room 1A, Ochako braced herself for the battle to come. She’s had her fair share of complex patients before, so if this guy thought he would intimidate her—he had another thing coming.
Ochako knocked twice.
“ PISS OFF !!!”
The gravel rasp of his voice made her shoulders shiver. That was so wildly unnecessary! She cleared her throat and gave one good huff before she threw the door open with a sunny—albeit forced—smile. “I see someone is feeling rather… grumpy… today…?”
Her chide died on her lips in the wake of twin scarlets burning into her core as the door closed at her back, leaving her ensnared under the heat of his gaze.
With angular cheekbones and a jawline seemingly handcrafted by the gods, Ochako almost forgot to breathe for a second because where the hell did this man come from?! Tooru said he was a jerk… but not that he was a HOT jerk!
He sat on the examination table with his broad shoulders hunched forward, his bandaged forearms balanced on his knees as he continued to let his eyes reap over her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
He repeated the notion as she took a few steps toward him, the look somewhat predatory as they ran up her legs in a way that had her cheeks heating before she made herself halt.
Or risk straddling his lap and demanding to know what he was looking at.
She cleared her mind of such an inappropriate thought and continued to smile. “You must be… Bakugou Katsuki.”
Oh, the way his name slid over her lips should not make her stomach flip or her heart race. She needed to get a hold of herself.
Bakugou raised a slitted brow in her direction, his tongue rubbing along sharp canines before he straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest with a whistle. “Well, this is just fuckin’ unfair….”
Ochako’s eyes widened. “I-I beg your pardon?”
His sinful tongue trekked across his bottom lip as he tilted his head to one side before he shook his head. She felt the urge to turn around and see if someone else had walked in behind her because there was no way that he was looking at her like that.
When he didn’t respond, she turned her attention to her clipboard, raising it as a shield as if it could protect her from the beast of a man in front of her.
“Anyway, Mr. Bakug—”
“Pffft, tha fuck do I look like? My father?!” he unfurled his arms and leaned back on his elbows, Ochako’s gaze following the hard contraction of his abs before they returned to his face. He was grinning like a bastard—like he was fully aware of what his appearance was doing to her. “You can call me Dynamight for now.”
Dynamight. Why did that sound so familiar? She silently examined his face—his unfairly gorgeous face—and saw the bruising around his jaw and the slight swelling on his left eyebrow ridge. All injuries she’s been made familiar with since they started treating professional boxers.
Then her eyes widened. “Wait… you’re Dynamight?”
He was a well-known boxer in Japan—one of the top-ranking fighters in his circle if she remembered correctly. Ochako didn’t follow the sport, but she remembered going out with her friends to a bar that had been playing one of his matches on the big screen. She had been distracted by a long workweek, and she only remembered that some of her girls had been panting after him.
The recognition seemed to please him—his wolfish grin stretching further across his face. “That’s my name, but don’t wear it out yet…”
She made a noise in her throat and fixed him with a glare that made him chuckle lowly. It almost sounded like a purr.
Oh God, was he flirting with her???
Ochako shook her head before sighing, which she hoped conveyed her irritation and NOT her immediate attraction. It’s been a while since someone tried to engage her in a way that she wanted to reciprocate. But she couldn’t accept this dance… tempting as it was. As he was.
Her eyes fell to her clipboard before meeting his again—her face as still as stone. “Ah, yes. I understand you will be fighting in the upcoming match this Saturday?”
Ochako watched him closely, a tamer to a wolf, as his eyes narrowed and a threatening rumble issued from deep in his chest. She almost shivered with a thrill she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Tha fuck are you gettin’ at, Cheeks ?” Bakugou growled, causing her eyes to bulge out in surprise at the name before her mouth set itself into a pout.
“It’s Dr. Uraraka!” she snarled back. She surprised even herself with the grit layered in her voice. Katsuki sat up straighter, leaning forward almost eagerly before she pressed on. “And you will show me respect as your damn medical provider!”
She should feel ashamed to have cursed in front of a patient like this, but she was tired. Ochako worked so hard, too hard to have some jerk try to distract her… no matter how exciting he was. Different. A change from the ordinary that seemed to parade in and out nonstop like a revolving door.
Something seemed to pass through him then, a twitch to the corner of his mouth as he exhaled softly and regarded her with a calculated look she didn’t know she liked. Ochako swallowed and met his regard with a tilt of her chin, daring him to say something.
Bakugou scoffed with another shake of his head. “Fine… if my pretty doctor wants to be serious, then let’s get serious.”
Ochako nodded, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach at the omission that he found her pretty. She didn’t even care if she knew nothing about boxing, to have someone like Dynamight even say that…
Focus, Ochako… FOCUS!
“Very well, Ba—Dynamight,” she said almost breathlessly, setting the clipboard down before she headed to the counter to prepare some medical instruments. “Let’s get started then!”
***
Uraraka Ochako was a good doctor, the best—as thorough as they come fresh out of medical school. But lord, have mercy on her because her university failed to teach her how to deal with a man as exasperating as Bakugou Katsuki.
He was intolerable, unrelenting in his pursuit to fluster her with every question she asked. Every touch to his face had elicited a salacious response that had her contemplating getting him a new doctor. But who was she to back down from a challenge?
“Can I see you tonight?” he asked for the 5th time as she finished checking his ear canals.
Ochako blushed as she put down the otoscope. “Stop it.”
“That’s not a no,” Bakugou smirked as she moved to stand before him with a determined set in her brows.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, passing her arms over the bruising on his biceps.
Bakugou responded by hardening the muscles with a half-gasp that made her fingers twitch at his skin. “No….”
She ignored the look on his face and continued her exploration—a rosy pink permanently staining her cheeks.
Goodness, his body was incredible— a tapestry of old and new scars cutting patterns over planes of bronzed, well-defined muscles. He had fine lines and dips in all the right places, traps and delts so heavenly sculpted that Ochako had to withstand the urge to sink her nails into his shoulders. Her fingertips ran down the front of his chest, unable to hide her squeak when he flexed his pectoral in response to her light touch at the bruise near his oblique.
He fascinated her.
“H-how about here?” she asked with a break in her tone that made his smile wicked.
“Mm-mm,” he rasped, leaning forward so that his nose almost touched hers before she turned her face away. Her hand lay flat against his chest, fingers curling briefly against his skin. He groaned, and she flinched.
“I think we’re done.”
“Gettin’ a bit handsy there, are we, Doc?” he teased, his knuckles passing over her sides briefly. “Doesn’t seem like you want to be….”
“Well, I like being thorough!” she bit back while letting her hand fall away from his chest, already missing the heat of him. “I don’t half-ass my reports.”
“You’re a feisty one…” he purred before daring to touch her again. “Sounds like you’re lookin’ for a fight.”
She was drowning in the heat of his crimson gaze, the smolder settling into his halved eyelids as she seemed to forget herself. No, no… she couldn’t afford to get lost. She had to keep working; she was a professional.
His laugh unfolded like rough silk as he leaned closer, his hands firmly on her hips. She pressed her hands over his, hoping to quell his desires before she did something she’d regret.
“We’re done here,” she repeated before attempting to pull his hands away.
“You sure about that?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. “Cause I’m feelin’ a sudden ache.”
She understood his ache after he took her hand and placed it along the hardened bulge at his groin. Her body clenched in response, a sudden need making her core pulse in a longing call for his caress.
“Dynamight… this is inappropriate!!” She was in a panic, so caught off guard that her hand squeezed around his erection rather than falling away, and the groan that fell from his mouth made her knees buckle.
“You’re inappropriate, Dr. Uraraka,” He growled as he held her hand and bucked against it. “I haven’t been right since you walked through that door.”
“I… am your doctor…” He guided her hand up and down the outline of his cock, her mouth watering at the prospect of what he was suggesting.
“And the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fuckin’ laid eyes on.” His other hand drew her closer, calloused fingers trailing down before he reached the hem of her skirt. “I’d fight a million men to know you, to have you… right here, right now.”
“But your note—”
“Fuck my doctor’s note,” he practically panted.
“We’ll get caught…” she whispered, logic floating so far away to sink underneath the ocean of her lust. She had never been wanted like this by a man she hardly knew but one who set her mind a cinder.
“When’s the last time you let loose, angel? Hmm?” His nose nuzzled her neck, his teeth nipping at her jaw. “The last time you did somethin’ for yourself…”
There was no way she could tell this man that it’s been years since the last time she’s been touched or had even done something like this. All she had was her work. “Too long.”
“Fuck, let me be the one to break that spell….” His hands reached up to cradle her jaw, his eyes so wild they were mesmerizing. “Let me be your sweet release, Doctor .”
He claimed her lips with a strike that stole her breath, a clear knockout with her hands coiling around his neck and fisting into his blond hair. Bakugou groaned against her mouth, pulling her against him to better dip his hand between her legs.
Ochako gasped eagerly into his mouth when his fingers slipped between her panties to find her soaking. He bit down on her lower lip as he hissed a swear.
“Fuuuck, already wet for me?” He found her clit and rubbed it in vicious circles that had her head falling back to expose her throat. His tongue swirled against her pulse before he latched to her flesh with suckles that left her gasping his name. “Should I examine you?”
Ochako couldn’t form a coherent response before she was flipped onto the table with a yelp—the gorgeous blond fighter lifting her skirt before removing her panties and settling between her parted thighs.
Her eyes rolled at the first swipe of his tongue on her aching pussy, and she came immediately with the most pathetic whine.
He didn’t stop.
Bakugou devoured her whole with his tongue, her body bucking against the pressure of his mouth suctioned hard around her clit and his thick fingers pumping hard into her. She panted and keened as she rode the high of her orgasm into another. He waited until her thighs shook—his mouth washed in her slick juices before he moved on top of her.
He leaned down to kiss her once, divesting himself of his sweats and letting his thick, pulsating cock lay against her parted folds. Ochako’s eyes widened in shock.
Bakugou smirked. “You like it?”
Did she like it? The sight of it—twitching and drooling precum against her quivering mound—made her hungry.
“Next time, I’ll let you suck it, beautiful.”
Next time?
She looked up at him in awe, part of her still aware that she was about to fuck her patient but unable to care. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bucking up to spread her juices over him, his cockhead brushing her entrance with each glide. His eyes fluttered closed before he leaned down to kiss her.
“Condom?” he asked.
“No need,” she rasped against his mouth.
Bakugou grinned. “Let’s see how well you can take my cock, Doctor.”
“My name is Ochako…” she said in a half moan, her head falling back as he slowly sank into her.
They sighed together as he fed her, inch per glorious inch, with Katsuki murmuring words of encouragement as her body stretched to receive him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Ochako .” The first time he spoke her name, it sounded like a prayer. “So wet; so perfect, baby.”
“Like it’s the first time….” Because she’s never had a cock this big before or felt so full, she felt him like a weight on her heart.
“First and only ,” he growled, crushing her mouth with his before he drew his hips back and slammed back into her with enough force to swallow her screams.
“C-confident, Dynamight?” she chuckled before she groaned when he changed his tempo and ground his full length into her pussy.
“You’re never gettin’ rid of me,” he answered with a pant, capturing her lips between his teeth. “And it’s Katsuki….”
Ochako lost track of time as she surrendered to the relentless pounding of his hips. Katsuki fucked her until her heels dug into his ass, and she begged him to go harder.
“Please, Katsuki… please!!” she whispered harshly as she squeezed around his cock. “Wanna cum!”
“Then cum, Ochako!” he moaned in her ear as he sank deep enough to make her choke on air. “Cum, and get your fucking medicine…”
Her body pulsed, and her eyes rolled back.
“ Fuck yes,” he snarled, slotting his mouth over hers to swallow her moans.
Her nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders as she came so hard she knocked him into his release before he realized what had happened to him.
She barely made it off the exam table before he pushed her to the ground and mounted her from behind.
“Oh, we ain’t done yet,” he chuckled before thrusting inside her, earning a pleasured squeal. “We’re going for round two…”
***
“Aren’t ya gonna give me a little somethin’ for good luck?”
Chocolate-brown eyes snapped upward with a shake of her head as she regarded how the blond bounced restlessly from foot to foot. Clad in his black, orange, and gold boxing trunks and boots, he smashed his gloved fists together with a grin that had her rolling her eyes to the sky despite the smile on her face.
24 hours ago, he had been nothing but a patient—who rocked her entire world and ruined other men for her, possibly for the rest of her life. Not that she was looking.
Waking up tangled in his arms, being subjected to his sleepy good morning kisses and a five-star breakfast made her want to see where it could go.
Ochako leaned into him, reaching up on her tiptoes for a kiss. Katsuki smiled against her mouth before pulling her against him with a growl.
“Don’t be an idiot, Dynamight ,” she deadpanned with a jab to his chest. “I’m supposed to be off this weekend!”
Katsuki chuckled, stealing another kiss just as a man opened his room door and called him out to his fight. “I’ll make an appointment on Monday.”
Ochako couldn’t help but smile.