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PSYCHOANALYZE

Pairing: therapist!baji keisuke x patient!reader

Warnings: nsft content, doctor/patient relationship, inaccurate representation of therapy, cream pie, cervix fucking, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), mentions of a previous relationship (baji), reader is touch starved and a people pleaser, slight dom/sub if you squint, afab reader, facefucking, sizekink, strength kink, pet names

a/n: this is a part of the @treehouse-network server collab! my prompt was hospital/doctor and the character i got was baji (obviously)

Note: all characters are aged up to 21+

nsft under the cut

You had grown to hate going to therapy, the office was so small, often leaving you standing as you waited for your appointment. The atmosphere was so off-putting, the blinding fluorescent, the odd scent of the office, the itchy chairs in the waiting area. On top of the uncomfortable scenery, you weren’t very fond of your therapist, she often overlooked things or blatantly said things you didn’t need to hear.

You still showed up though, every Wednesday, you found yourself sitting in the lobby, awaiting your appointment. There was no real reason you continued to show up, but you did. For nearly a year, you sat through hour-long appointments that seemed to waste your time. Part of you wanted to find a new therapist, someone who would listen, and take your problems seriously, so you did.

As soon as you arrived home, you began searching for other offices in your area, taking note of all of the ones you thought might be worth a shot at calling. After tediously searching, you stumbled upon one that piqued your interest, Dr. Baji Keisuke.

As soon as you woke up the next day, you called the office of the therapist you had found online. The receptionist was quick to set you up with an appointment at your nearest convenience, assuring you that you would find comfort there. There was a short waiting list, so you hoped this man would be a good therapist, able to meet your needs.

Sadly for you, you had to wait nearly a month for your first appointment, leaving you wondering why his office was so busy. You found yourself looking more into the mysterious man, typing his name into your browser, and scrolling through a few articles. After reading a bit about the man in question, you discovered that he was quite young, just a few years older than you. He must’ve been quite smart, you thought, seeming as if he had been in the field for nearly five years.

You continued scrolling for a bit, finally clicking over to the ‘photos’ tab of google, shocked to find that he was quite attractive, in one of the photos, he was sitting in a chair with leather upholstery, long raven hair flowing over broad shoulders, bronze eyes staring at you in a narrow gaze. He looked intimidating.

You looked a bit longer at the photos of him, your mind wandering a bit as you took in all of his features. Maybe it was due to being touch starved, but you wouldn’t stop thinking about how he would look between your thighs, lips pressed firmly against your clit. If he would hold your hips down or allow you to grind on his face as he devoured you. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, a soft sigh releasing from your lips. You hadn’t even met the man yet, and considering he was going to be your therapist, you knew your fantasies wouldn’t come to fruition. But it wouldn’t hurt to dream, right?

The month seemed to drag on, your anxiety growing stronger as the date of your appointment neared. It was finally the day you could start over, get things off your chest, and meet Dr. Keisuke. You knew he couldn’t solve all of your problems for you, but you hoped meeting him would help in some way, allowing you to let things out as you desperately need to.

As you stood in front of the large building, nervousness bubbled in your chest, leaving you trembling as you walked inside. You neared the reception desk, waiting for the attendant to look up from his computer.

“Hello, you must be here for your 3 o’clock appointment with Baji?” a man with lilac hair and kind eyes types away at his computer, eyes flickering up every so often to meet yours.

You give a subtle nod, clearing your throat, “I am,” You offer a sheepish smile, “I filled out the paperwork online and emailed it last week.”

“Ah yes!” the man hummed, “It’s right here, you’re all set then. You can take a seat over there,” a boney hand raised, motioned towards a few simple chairs, “And he’ll be ready for you in about ten minutes. If there’s anything you need, let me know!” he smiled.

“Thank you,” you nodded, taking a seat near the window, taking in your surroundings, the building was large, but it wasn’t very showy, the decor was simple, and it was very quiet, the sound of keyboard clicks surrounding the room. It was comforting, you thought, being able to relax for a few minutes before pouring your heart out to someone you had never met.

You hoped things would be better this time, that you could make much-needed progress, that he wouldn’t just brush you off.

After a few minutes of waiting, a woman walked past you, standing in front of the reception desk, just as you had moments ago, “Same time next week?” the receptionist glanced up, waiting for a response.

“Yes, I’ll see you next week, Mitsuya, thank you!”

Once she exited the building, you were left alone, waiting yet again.

Luckily, you didn’t have to wait much longer, “Miss y/n,” the receptionist, Mitsuya, you assumed, called, “He’ll see you now, his office is right around the corner.” he offered a soft smile as you stood up, padding down the hallway until you saw an opened door.

This was it, you thought to yourself, raising a tremoring fist to knock on the door, “Please, do come in.”

You pushed down all of the thoughts running rapidly in your mind and slowly stepped into his office, closing the door behind yourself. A sigh of relief passed your lips as you accessed your surroundings, the room was quite simple really, a large mahogany desk creating a barrier between the two of you, a few filing cabinets pushed against the walls, a decent-sized window behind your new therapist. You noticed the lack of decore, and photos, assuming he was a private person. You wondered if he had a family, he was quite attractive, so you assumed so.

The tapping of a pen against wood drew you back to reality and you scrambled to take a seat in front of the desk, folding your hands in your lap, “Sorry,” you muttered, not meeting Dr. Keisuke’s eyes, “Got a bit distracted.” You let out an awkward laugh.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” he spoke softly, glancing at his computer monitor, “I’ve already reviewed your file, it seems we have a lot to talk about, hm?”

“Ah, right.” you nodded, finally meeting his gaze in a stolen glance, “I wasn’t sure what to expect for the first appointment, so I’m a bit anxious.”

“That’s okay, I’m just going to ask you a few questions,” his gaze was fixated on you as he spoke, leaving you wanting to sink into the chair you sat in, “if that’s okay with you. S’mostly just for your file.”

You nodded in agreement, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Though he seemed kind, he was rather intimidating. Bronze eyes held a mixture of emotions as he went down the list, making sure to listen as you explained your responses. He seemed interested in what you had to say, taking note of each answer.

Your gaze fixated on his hands as he typed away at his computer, fingers flexing as he moved quickly, You noticed the veins that littered the area, wondering if they trailed up his arms. He let out a huff after typing out your next response.

“Sorry, you’ll have to give me a moment,” the clicking sound stopped as he took a moment to roll up the cuffs of the white button-up shirt he was wearing, folding the cuffs into themselves until they were halfway up his forearm.

You couldn’t seem to look away, stopping mid-thought as you watched, softly nibbling on your bottom lip, something about the way he moved so effortlessly as you nearly sat on the edge of your seat, waiting for his next move.

“It seems we only have about 10 minutes left,” A husky voice broke you from your trance, “I think I’ve gotten everything I need for your file, so we can start next week.” he flashed you a smile, fangs on display.

It was the first time you had seen him smile, most of your session a scowl covered his face, though he did seem attentive.

“Thank you, Dr. Keisuke.” you smiled in return, heat flowing to your cheeks.

“You can just call me Baji,” he leaned forward, the scent of his cologne engulfing you, “No need to be so formal.” he let out a soft chuckle.

“Oh right,” you let out a breath, finally loosening up a bit, “Well, thank you then, Baji.”

Nearly a month had passed since your first appointment with Baji Keisuke. You had been to his office a total of 3 times since then, once a week, just as you had before. Things were different though, rather than dreading your appointments, you looked forward to them. He really seemed to care about helping you, you could see the raw passion in his eyes as he listened to you, and hear the emotion in his voice as he spoke. It was simple things that made your time enjoyable, not to mention he was very cute, you had maybe developed a small crush on your therapist, but you would never admit that and definitely not him.

You were sure these feelings would pass, you just enjoyed the attention he paid you, never taking his eyes off of you as he spoke, even consoling you when you would pout over something, you were just attention-starved, you assured yourself. This would pass.

As you approached the building, you pushed the glass door open before making your way to the reception counter, letting Mitsuya know you were there for your appointment. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait as long as usual, a woman you didn’t recognize rushed out of the office without a word. It was odd to see someone you were familiar with, as you hadn’t missed an appointment since you started seeing him. You tried to shake the thought that maybe she wasn’t a client from your mind, but it was still lingering as you waited.

“He’s in a bit of a mood today,” Mitsuya said in a sing-song tone, “but you can head back whenever you're ready.”

You muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before making your way down the hall, peeking into Baji’s office. You took note of his disheveled hair, the way the space below his eyes was a dark shade of purple.

“Hey,” you hummed, taking a seat in your usual spot.

You wondered why he seemed so off today, what had brought his mood down so substantially. You had the urge to ask but decided against it. You knew it was his job to listen to you, not the other way around, but as he let out a sigh, the urge to ask only grew.

“What would you like to talk about this week?” he pushed a strand of hair out of his face, leaning forward on his desk to meet your eye line.

“I’m not sure,” you trailed off, the large stack of files aside his computer catching your gaze, “Looks like you’ve been busy today,” you commented.

“You have no idea.” he let out a huff, rolling his eyes, “S’been a shit show today.”

Before you could stop yourself, you responded, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Well, for starters,” he motioned towards the large stack of paperwork you had been looking at, “I have all of these files to go through,” he sighed, “and on top of that, My girlfriend–” you felt your heart drop, but he was quick to correct himself, “Ex-girlfriend, just barged into my office 5 minutes before this to bitch at me.” He looked so frustrated as he spoke, raking a hand through raven hair, “And now I’m venting to a client, which I should not be doing.”

“It’s okay, really!” you replied quickly, wanting to hear more about his personal life, he had never spoken like this before, he was normally so calm and reserved, but at that moment, you could practically see the anger streaming through his veins.

“I really shouldn’t say much more,” a groan passed his lips as tossed his head back against his chair, stretching his arms across the headrest. You couldn't help but stare as the white button-up he wore rose up slightly, revealing a small sliver of his toned abdomen.

You knew he was speaking to you, ranting on about how horrible his day was, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention, gaze fixated on the exposed skin. He must have noticed your lack of attention, calling out to you as he caught where your gaze was centered.

Baji leaned forward, a smirk covering his lips as he spoke, “You’re not a very good listener, are you?” he teased, tugging down at the hem of his shirt.

Embarrassment coursed through your veins the moment you had been caught, averting your gaze, “Sorry!” you squeaked, hiding your face in your hands, “that was so inappropriate of me,” you trailed off.

“Don’t be.” Baji couldn’t help but chuckle, you were just so cute, hiding from him, your flustered state only egging him on, “I don’t mind actually,” he chose his words carefully, hoping not to scare you off. He knew he shouldn’t pursue you in any way, but you were so kind, so sweet every week, staring up at him with soft eyes as you spoke, taking his advice to heart.

You fidgeted in your seat, cheeks flushing as you were eye to eye with him, you knew you shouldn't be feeling this way, not from a few words, yet your arousal seemed to pool between your thighs the more bronze eyes gazed at you with such hunger.

“Let’s talk about you then, since you're having trouble listening,” he flashed you a smile, “unless you’d rather continue daydreaming?” he taunted.

Though he wasn’t saying anything inappropriate, tension was thick in the air, hovering over you like a cloud. Your mind raced as you tried to think of a response, thoughts of his hands roaming your body clouding your mind, thoughts you shouldn’t be having about your therapist.

Luckily for you, your session was nearly an end, only a few minutes left until you were able to return home and hide shamefully in your bed, “I’m just a bit spacey today,” you commented, averting your eyes from his intense gaze, “Maybe next week will be better.” you glanced down at your phone, taking note of the time, “I should probably get going anyways, thank you, sir.”

You awkwardly stood, walking to the doorway without a word, “See you next week then,” Baji replied, watching as you exited his office and made your way down the hall.

Wednesday couldn’t come sooner, you were having a horrible week and you weren’t sure if you could handle much more, you had nearly been fired from your job due to an issue made by your supervisor, there was a leak in your apartment, and you had locked yourself out twice this week. The list just seemed to grow as time went on, adding to your sour mood. By the date of your appointment, you had to drag yourself out of bed and to the building. You hadn’t wanted to go if you were being honest, the urge to stay in bed and hide from the world only grew as rain poured down just as you left your apartment. When you arrived at the building, you made your way to the restroom, giving yourself a moment to breathe and collect your thoughts.

You knew getting things off your chest would help, but at the moment, it didn’t seem like anything would help. With a sigh, you exited the restroom, not bothering to stop at the reception desk as you normally would. You rushed down the hall, stopping in front of baji’s office. You stared at the door for a moment before knocking.

A pout covered your lips as you waited for a response, after a minute passed, you knocked again, pressing your ear against the wood of the door.

You could hear rustling, and mumbling through the wood, but everything was muffled and you couldn’t make out a single word. With a huff, your hand ghosted the doorknob, checking to see if it was locked. Much to your pleasure, it wasn’t. You took a deep breath, pushing the door open, “I’ve been waiting out here for five minutes.” you let out a frustrated groan as you rounded the corner, stopping in your tracks as you noticed the blush covering Baji’s face, the way he was sprawled out in his chair, thighs spread, causing your eyes to drift downward until you realized why he was so flustered.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, you knew you should look away, leave his office even, but you were frozen in place. Your mind runs while, who was he thinking of? Surely he knew it was time for your appointment, he knew you were coming, didn’t he?

“If you’re going to stand there and stare,” he let out a huff, fisting his cock lazily as he met your gaze, “At least close the door.” He flashed you a grin.

“Right!” you squeaked, rushing to shut the door behind you. You knew this was wrong, but your mind was running wild, thoughts of the past week pushed aside to bring in new ones of Baji. He overtook your every thought, sinking his fangs into you. You were right where he wanted you, flustered, vulnerable, and aroused.

“Care to help me relieve some stress?” bronze eyes met yours with such emotion, there was no way you could deny him, giving a small nod, “come here then.” he motioned for you.

You padded towards him until you were near his desk, “Down.” he said simply. You dropped to your knees, positioning yourself beneath his desk. You stared up at him with doe eyes, waiting for his next move, Baji was quick to lean forward, stroking himself near your face, “You’re so cute,” he commented, drawing his tip closer to your lips, “Open.”

You did exactly as he asked, lips falling open to welcome him, within seconds you felt the head of his cock resting against your tongue, the taste of pre-cum hitting your taste buds. Eagerly, you lapped at his cock, placing kitten licks all over the tip until you were satisfied. Wrapping your lips around him, you took more in your mouth until he was nearly in your throat, fighting the urge to gag around him. A groan rumbled in his chest, his fingers lacing in your hair to guide you.

You did your best to take him down your throat, the warmness causing Baji to buck his hips, leaving you gagging around his length, “Fuck, M’sorry” he tossed his head back, eyes glued shut as you continued taking him, despite your sputtering around him, “Just like that.” he continued guiding you, forcing his cock down your throat until tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

Though he hadn’t touched you, you could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs, the thought of him using you for his own pleasure only turning you on more. Dark eyebrows knitted together as he stared down at you, watching his cock bulge in your throat. You were so precious, letting him take out his frustration on you.

Your dainty hands grasped his thighs, steadying yourself the best you could as he continued to use your throat, groans filling the space of the small office. You should’ve worried that someone would hear him, but your mind was overtaken by arousal, too dumb to grasp onto a single thought.

“As much as I’d like to cum down your throat,” Baji slowly pulled his cock from your lips, smearing the spit that coated it across your cheek, “I’d much rather cum in your cute little cunt.”

In an instant, you were pulled to your feet and bent over his desk, the skirt you wore flipped over your back to expose your underwear. Your skin felt like it was on fire as he palmed the fat of your ass, squeezing it roughly, “These are cute,” he commented, thumbing the flimsy material, “S’a shame I’m going to ruin them.”

Much to your surprise, he tugged on the material until it ripped, the frayed material falling to the floor. A shiver overtook you as you realized how strong he was, he could throw you around like a rag doll if he wanted to.

“Don’t be nervous,” fingers ghosted your slit, collecting your arousal, “M’not gonna break ya.” he chuckled, slipping a finger inside of you.

You let out a soft gasp, leaning into his touch, “Please,” you whined, “Please don’t tease.”

You were desperate to feel something, desperate to let go and not worry about all of the things bothering you, you needed this, needed to be mindless for a while.

“You’re an eager little thing, ain’tcha?” he teased, thumbing your clit, “Got a lot on your mind, hm?”

A pout covered your lips, “Don’t psychoanalyze me right now.” you huffed.

“Oh hush,” he pushed another finger inside of you, pumping them at a steady pace as he spoke, “You’re the one who walked in on me,” he taunted, “It’s my job to psychoanalyze you anyways.” Fingers withdrew from your aching cunt, leaving you with a wet squelch.

“I need you,” you whined, “Please Baji, help me feel better.”

Without a word, he pressed on your lower back, urging you to lay across his desk. Being the people pleaser you are, you did exactly that, swiping the contents of his desk onto the floor, cleaning a spot four yourself.

“You’re going to help me clean that up,” he tsked, lining himself up with your entrance, one large hand holding you in place, the other guiding his shaft into your drooling pussy.

“S’so big,” you let out a whimper, attempting to inch away from him, but Baji had you anchored in place.

“You can take it, can’t you?” he teased, bottoming out inside of you, your gummy walls sucking him in, “There you go,” he let out a sigh, resting inside of you for a moment, “Aren’t you a good girl?”

Your body tensed as you tried to accommodate his size, letting out a rigid breath, you try your best to relax, “Please move,” you whined, “Please, want to feel you.”

“Relax for me,” Baji’s hand ghosted your back, tracing imaginary patterns, “Can’t move if you’re squeezing me like that.” a groan passed his lips.

Within seconds, the pain was replaced with pleasure, your gummy walls finally allowing Baji to move. His pace was slow, caring even, but that wasn’t what you were looking for, you craved dominance, you needed him to use you, take his frustrations out on you, and you needed to let go.

“Harder,” you whined, peeking back at him, “I can handle it.”

The simple phase ripped through the last bit of restraint he had, his hips snapping to meet yours at a rapid pace, “Can you?” he taunted, taking your hair in his fist for better leverage, yanking you back until your body was flush against his, the material of his shirt scratching your skin. You were at a loss for words, downing in pleasure as his thrusts sped up, nearly knocking you right back down onto the wood in front of you, “I asked you a question!” he barked.

“Yes!” you gasped, taken aback by the tone in his voice, his words going straight to your core. “I can handle it! More please,” you slurred, pleasure coursing through your veins and fogging your thoughts.

“I hope so.” He remarked, nearly chuckling as he continued to ram into you, bullying his cock into you until it was pressing against your cervix, “Can you feel that?” a hand firmly pressed against your stomach, right where his cock was.

The room filled with sounds of pain and pleasure as you neared your climax, the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix becoming too much for you to handle. You felt like you were in heaven, high on euphoria, endorphins rushing through your veins as Baji’s thrusts continued.

“Please don’t stop,” you urged, letting out a whine, “M’so close.” With eyes rolled back and a blush covering your body, you neared your orgasm, nearly releasing on his cock, but you waited, waited for his approval, for him to tell you it was okay. Your desire to please taking over, “Can I cum? Please Baji!”

Your pleas were music to his ears, the pathetic whines escaping your lips, the fucked out expression on your face, how could he deny you?

“S’okay,” he voiced, placing a kiss on the nape of your neck, “You can cum, baby.”

Baby, he called you baby. You were coming undone before you knew it, pleasure washing over your body as your arousal covers his cock, soaking your thighs and the black dress pants Baji was clad in.

“Oh fuck,” a growl leaves Baji’s lips, the feeling of your sweet cunt squeezing his cock becoming too much for him, your cute moans, the huffs of breaths escaping your lips, it was just too much. With a final buck of his hips, he released inside of you, painting your walls white with his thick cum. He didn’t stop there though, offering you a few more thrusts of his hips as you collapsed onto his desk, both of your arousals mixing inside of you and dripping down your bare thigh as he slowly withdrew himself from your heat.

With a tremoring hand, he quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants, tugging up the zipper. A pang of sadness ran through your chest as you turned to collect yourself. Baji was quick to grab your hand, turning you around to pull you into his chest, “Thank you.” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your shoulder.

You let out a breath, collecting your thoughts the best you could before responding, “I wasn’t expecting that,” you mumbled, finally regaining control of your mind, “Oh my god, we actually did that.”

Baji couldn’t help but let out a laugh,” We did,” he flashed you a grin, “I’d like to do it again sometime.”

Again? You were sure this was a one-time ordeal, Sure he would be done with you by the time he finished, rushing you out of his office.

“I think I’d like to take you out as well.” he took a step back, grabbing a pen and a pad of sticky notes from the floor that had been discarded from his desk prior, scribbling on the neon yellow, “Call me if you’d like.” he held his hand out, offering you the small sheet.

You took the note, holding it in your palm for a moment before speaking, “I’d like that.” You offer a sheepish smile, “I’ll see you next week?”

“I’ll be here, of course.” he grinned, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Thank you again,” you murmured, turning on your heels to exit his office. You adjusted your skirt the best you could, hoping no one would notice your lack of underwear or the mixture of arousal running down your thighs.

You took a deep breath as you walked past the reception desk and to the front door, noticing the shade of pink covering Mitsuya’s cheeks, “I see you had a good appointment this week,” lavender eyes raked down your figure, causing a similar shade of pink to cover your own cheeks, “I’ll see you next time then!”

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