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raynewolferune · 6 months ago

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Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.1

Note: The writing bug bit me while wading through the comments and replies so you guys get more! 😁 Special thanks to @the-scarecrow-of-aus & @starlightcat04 for helping spark this continuation!

Also, so you're not confused, this part is from Kon's POV and backtracks to before the Bane incident to explain how Kon started going undercover in Arkham. Pt 2.2 has the Bane incident from Kon's POV.

~*~*~

When Kon got the call from Tim asking if he'd be willing to do a favor for him, he hadn't expected it to be an undercover assignment in the infamous Arkham Asylum itself.

"You want me to do what?" He asked staring at Tim in disbelief once he reached the Nest to debrief.

"Go undercover as a new guard in Arkham." Tim repeated with a deadpan expression looking over his shoulder at Kon from his computer chair. Holy fuck, his eyebags were bad.

"Have you slept in the past week, Tim?" Kon asked, taking in his best friend's appearance.

Tim frowned at the question.

"I don't see how that's relevant but yes." He answered, heartbeat unchanging. Which didn't really mean anything since it was Tim but Kon decided he'd believe him.

For now.

Kon sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, I'll do it." He said. "Can you tell me why we need someone undercover at least?"

Tim eyes widened, startled by the question like he was surprised Kon didn't know yet even though Tim hadn't told him yet. Okay, deep breaths, calm down, Tim clearly hasn't slept in at least two days. Kon coached himself as his temper flared up at the evidence that Tim wasn't taking care of himself again. All the Supers agreed: sometimes you just wish you could beat some sense into the Bats and make them take care of themselves like normal human beings.

"Ah. Right." Tim said, turning back to the computer and pulling up some files as he explained. "Two thing have occured within roughly fifteen days of each other that together are rather suspicious. First, Dr. Thomas Rylie, Jonathan Crane's undergraduate roommate and classmate throughout undergrad and grad school, was hired to work as one of the new in house psychiatrists at Arkham Asylum. They also got their doctorates from the same school during the same time frame and both focused on the impact fear has on the brain. Dr. Rylie's focus was on fear conditioning and Dr. Crane's focus was on fear responses." Well, that sounds suspicious.

"Second, Gotham University lost their minds and began an undergraduate and graduate internship program partnering with Arkham Asylum."

Kon went cold. They did what?

Pictures of the Asylum, University, and three people -presumably Scarecrow, Dr. Rylie, and a young woman- filled the computer screen now.

"The internship program has only one applicant so far and she'd already started working at the Arkham. Her name is Jasmine Fenton and her background is...sparse, to say the least." Tim turned in his chair to face Kon.

"I'm too recognizable in Gotham and among the rogues to successfully go undercover in Arkham so I've set you up with an apartment and ID as 'Kyle Jennings.' You're scheduled to start work at Arkham as a new guard tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Kon said with a nod. "What do you need confirmed? What are the primary objectives?" He prodded Tim again since his friend's sleep deprived brain seemed to think that was enough information for debriefing. It wasn't. Definitely not. A lot was implied but it wouldn't be the first time Tim had completely different intentions than what Kon had understood from his briefing. Sleep deprived Tim frequently assumed others could read his mind or something. Sleep deprived Tim was wrong.

"We need to determine if Dr. Rylie is here working for Scarecrow as part of some new scheme. We need to determine if Jasmine Fenton is complicit. We need to know if Gotham U is also in on it. And we need to find out what exactly Scarecrow is the planning." Tim stated automatically as he ticked each one off on his fingers.

"Got it. Guess I'll head over to my new apartment then and start prepping for tomorrow." Kon said, heading towards the exit. Tim hummed in agreement waving a hand in his direction as he left. That dumbass was probably already absorbed in the next case. Kon sighed, hopefully Tim would at least pass out sometime later tonight.

~*~*~

Kon's first day at Arkham wasn't anything special. He didn't see Jasmine, Dr. Rylie, or Scarecrow. He didn't see any rogues or doctors at all. It was just a really Gotham kind of orientation.

"This is where we keep a cache of stun grenades, long-range scope rifles, tranquilizer rounds, and rubber bullets." His new supervisor and guide through orientation, Alex Fhizer, said as he showed Kon how to access, inventory, lock, and re-conceal the cache. "Everytime you pass by a cache on patrol, you will check the inventory again and sign off on it with the date and time. If anything is different from the previous inventory entry, you will immediately radio the tower and the island will be put on lockdown." Greyish Hazel eyes peered out of a weathered face staring Kon down. "You will never neglect to inventory a cache while on patrol. You will never neglect to report an inventory discrepancy. The first time you do you will be fired immediately and you can count yourself damn lucky if that's all that happens to you."

Fhizer was intense, man.

"Yes, Sir." Kon answered. Fhizer's hard look lasted another long moment before the older man gave a firm nod and continued showing Kon the ropes.

~*~*~

The second day was no where near as chill as the first. Hell, his brain was already starting to warp, there hadn't been anything chill about that orientation.

Kon started his second day by boarding the Arkham transport bus with the rest of the staff and early morning visitors to the island. That was where he saw Jasmine Fenton in the flesh for the first time.

She has got to be part Amazonian, was his first thought upon seeing her. She was around 6ft tall with a thick mane of red hair tightly braided reaching all the way down to her waist. Jasmine was wearing teal stud earrings, a silver bangle type bracelet on her left wrist, a white blouse, black slacks, and black flats. She carried a small, clear purse that only held a small notepad, pen, house key, chapstick, and a thin teal wallet that presumably contained her IDs, debit cards, and a small amount of cash. Damn, she was tall.

Kon's concentration was broken by the quiet sound of metal crunching slightly beneath his fingers. He immediately loosened his grip on the hand rail, checking for damage with a wince. He breathed a soft sigh of relief when he saw the damage was almost entirely unnoticeable to the naked eye. He'd have to mind his strength more closely. Kon was too used to the farm and facilities that were all reinforced to handle casual use from people with super strength.

Tim's notes indicated Arkham wasn't reinforced for super strength anywhere. Not even along the outer walls. The facility had opted to use suppression collars on their meta inmates instead since they were cheaper and easier to repair and replace according to the official reports. However, Tim's notes had also mentioned that Arkham had reinforced the outer walls to account for super strength at one point. They'd poured nearly every dime the facility could spare into the project for months until the Joker himself had taken it personally. The madman had absolutely obliterated the reinforced outer walls until no part of them remained standing. Given Joker had destroyed the walls without having any meta powers at all and his history of viciously attacking -damn near mauling- anyone that tried to put him in a straight jacket, Kon didn't really blame Arkham for stopping while they were ahead.

Kon looked up as the bus jolted to a stop. The other passengers filing off around him. He watched as Jasmine Fenton was met by Dr. Rylie in front of the bus as he waited to disembark.

"Ms. Jasmine!" Dr. Rylie greeted her enthusiastically with a broad open grin and beaming eyes. He reached towards her with both arms, hands open and she reached back. Their right hands clasped as their left hands landed on the other's upper arms as the two greeted one another openly. Kon wasn't very familiar with intern-mentor relationships nor what would be considered normal or professional for them, but it looked like a rather affectionate greeting for them having been strangers two weeks ago. That was strange, wasn't it? Was Tim right to be worried about them?

"Ms. Jasmine is the first and only applicant for Dr. Rylie, Director Keener, and Dean Byle's hairbrained idea to hire more doctors for this place." One of the older guards that had been standing just behind him on the bus explained having apparently noticed Kon watching the pair.

"They just seemed rather affectionate for Gotham." Kon shrugged dismissively as he turned to look over his shoulder at his new colleague. The shorter man laughed.

"A bit, yeah." He agreed. "I think Dr. Rylie is just desperate for this program to work out." He continued as they finally managed to get off the bus. Dr. Rylie and Ms. Fenton were gone now. "Pretty much everyone's been treating her like a princess."

"That doesn't seem fair to everyone else." Kon commented, dropping back a bit to let the older man lead the way to the guards room for morning debriefing and to get their assignments. He'd already memorized the layouts but 'Kyle Jennings' shouldn't have yet.

"Who cares about fair as long as it works?" The guard answered. "If treating her like a princess scores more interns for the program in the long run, and if one intern every year ends up interested in sticking around, I'll be happy to cater to every single one of them." He confessed, stopping in the middle of the hall to turn and face Kon directly. Kon glimpsed the name Ryans as the silver name badge flashed the briefly reflecting the overhead lights. "You non-gothamites just don't get it. We're desperate for whatever help we can get."

"That's why I applied here." Kon lied. "Going to school across the bay, I heard a lot about what went down over here while I was in college. I want to help."

Ryans gave a short solemn nod then turned and led the rest of the way to the break room.

~*~*~

Day four undercover was when Kon officially met Jasmine Fenton.

Everything had been going well so far with his undercover assignment. He'd settled in to the role of Kyle Jennings, been getting along well with his new coworkers including Ryans and Fhizer, and hadn't yet managed to screw up inventorying the caches during the outer patrol loops. That being said, Kon was having other issues.

The worst part of being an unstable Kryptonian clone was that his strength tended to fluctuate. It normally wasn't much of an issue when he was surrounded by reinforced everything in his daily life but here at Arkham it was becoming a problem. Case in point, Kon thought to himself with an exhausted groan as his freshly made coffee mug shattered in his hand.

"Oh come on." He sighed snatching a handful of paper towels from the counter and bending to wipe up the coffee and ceramic shards on the floor. At least he was the only one in the room when it shattered. The door clicked softly behind him and Kon jumped twisting to look.

Jasmine Fenton stood behind him having just closed the door to the break room after entering.

"What happened here?" She asked, sounding bewildered with slightly wide eyes as she took in the mess on the floor. Thank God. She didn't see it.

"Guess I was a bit more tired than I thought." He said with a forced laugh in order to hide his nerves. "Slipped right through my fingers."

She nodded, accepting his words at face value.

"I've done that more than a few times close to finals." She admitted. "You guys have 10 hour shifts, right? You must be exhausted. When's your next day off?"

"The day after tomorrow." Kon said. "This is day 3 for me since orientation doesn't count."

"You get 2 days off followed by an on-call day, right?" She asked.

"Right," Kon agreed. "AKA 2 days of freedom and a day chained to the Bowery." He joked.

"Absolutely terrible, they may as well put an ankle monitor on you." She cracked back grinning. Kon snickered. The door opened again.

"I see you found another non-gothamite here." Dr. Rylie said striding into the break room with a wide grin.

"Sounds like that makes three of us." Kon agreed. Outside of Joker, he had never seen a gothamite grin that wide in his life.

"Dr. Thomas Rylie, a pleasure to meet you." Dr. Rylie introduced himself holding out his hand to shake. Kon shook his hand as gently as possible, mindful his strength was on the fritz.

"Kyle Jennings, nice to meet you. I just started as a guard earlier this week." He said then held his hand out to shake Jasmine's.

"Jasmine Fenton, I'm an intern therapist. This is my second week here." She greeted with a warm smile shaking Kon's hand. She didn't say anything about being glad to meet him, Kon noted. It wasn't exactly strange behavior but something made him take note of it anyway. Like by not saying it she was saying she hadn't decided whether meeting him was a good or bad thing yet. Dr. Rylie didn't seem to notice anything off with the interaction though as he went about making his own coffee. The three of them made idle small talk as they made their own coffees. Once his new cup was ready, Kon bid them both goodbye and went on his way. While they were his main objective, lingering too long this early into their aquantiantship would probably be strange.

He had several other small friendly interactions with both of them over the next few days. Taking the time for greetings, small talk, and sharing small bits of casual background info from Kyle Jennings's past to encourage them both to open up to him. He also broke a clipboard, two more coffee cups, several pens, and a doorknob during that time as his strength continued to fluctuate. The doorknob had been particularly embarrassing. He had gone to open the door for Jasmine when he saw her with her arms full of files and somehow managed to twist it in such a way that the screws holding it in place sheered off and the knob came off in his hand. Collins, his partner for building patrol that day, burst out laughing hysterically as Kon stared at the doorknob in horror.

"No worries, man." Collins said, clapping Kon on the shoulder still snickering. "Someone else probably broke it and put it back so they wouldn't get scolded or something."

"Yeah," Kon said with a nervous laugh. "That must be what happened."

Jasmine's eyes flicked between the two of them then she grinned.

"And here I thought you just really hated that door." She teased Kon. He felt his face heat up as Collins laughed at him again.

"It is an ugly door." Collins agreed enthusiastically smirking.

"Terribly ugly. Hideous even," Jasmine said with a smile.

"Possibly even traumatizing to behold," Collins continued to smirk.

"You've got me. I have a deep rooted traumatic fear of metal taupe doors." Kon deadpanned ears burning. Jasmine snickered as Kon got the door open for her and they went their separate ways.

~*~*~

"What have you found so far?" Tim asked. Kon did not have the words to express how much he didn't want to be at the Nest at 3am on his first day off from undercover work. If it was anyone other than Tim he wouldn't have even answered the phone.

"Literally nothing," Kon said dryly. "I am still the newest of newbies at Arkham. I practically spent the whole week being babysat by senior guardsmen." He sighed, reminding himself that it wasn't Tim's fault that he was a little insomniac goblin and that Kon really did love his friend and would be sad if he hurt Tim's feelings. Eventually. When he woke up again in the morning. "I did start befriending them both though. It's slow going since we're in different areas but nearly being the only non-gothamites there seems to be helping me make some headway at least."

There was one other non-gothamite on staff, a medical nurse named Sharon Earley. She was in her mid-thirties and the most sour and unpleasant person Kon had had the displeasure of meeting so far on Arkham's staff. Not that Kon could blame her for that. Not when she had several large ragged scars spanning from her chin and down both of her arms from when Zsazz had gotten hold of her alone after dark her second year at Arkham. It was a damn miracle she'd survived him. Kon didn't know how she managed it but he wouldn't try to find out either. Ryans had taken him aside right before he first met Nurse Earley and warned him not to stare or ask about any of it and then explained the bare basics of what happened to her after they'd left.

Tim probably had a file with every detail of that night as well as information about Sharon Earley's life both before and after that night somewhere on his computer. The thought made Kon nauseous.

"Good, good," Tim said absently as he updated the mission file on his computer. The keys clicked so rapidly that Kon again reconsidered whether or not his best friend had super speed. "Better to keep them from suspecting than to rush in anyway."

"Exactly."

Tim continued asking questions about every little detail he could think of concerning Dr. Rylie, Jasmine Fenton, and the rogues currently in Arkham.

"They don't let me near those guys yet. I'm too new." Kon said when Tim asked if Scarecrow looked to be plotting more than usual.

"They don't?" Tim sounded surprised, going so far as to stop typing so he could turn and stare at Kon. The clone was amused to note something about his statement had managed to wake Tim up enough to be visibly shocked instead blank-faced with exhaustion.

"Of course not," Kon answered trying to keep the amusement from his voice as much as possible. "As many times as your rogues have broken out they're leary of letting new hires near them in case they're goons in disguise."

Tim sank back into his chair looking like Kon had uprooted his whole world by proving the Earth really was flat via actual science.

"That's impossible." Tim said sounding faint. "Everytime there's a mass breakout, we always hear that some of the guards helped them escape. How?..." He trailed off, eyes darting rapidly like he was tracking lines of an invisible conspiracy board in the air in front of him. Kon shrugged, uncomfortable with this new information.

"Scuttlebutt is that the people helping them escape are visitors. The guards get blamed because the goons visit wearing clothes similar to the guard uniform from a distance. All blue polo shirts and black pants look similar at a distance." Kon explained. "It also doesn't help that the guards can't really do much to stop the escape attempts since they only have stun grenades, tranquilizer darts, batons, low voltage tazers, and rubber bullets to fight back with. So as long as enough people are involved in the escape attempt at least some of them will make it out even if the guards manage to to tranquilize several of them."

Tim still looked like Kon was blowing his mind. It was such a rare experience that Kon had to continue.

"Plus the tranquilizer darts and the rubber bullets have to be fired from different hardware." Kon told him. "Which sucks because you have to carry twice the amount of weight while chasing after the escapees which slows you down and it takes longer to swap between them."

There was something similar to mystified horror spreading across his friend's face now.

"Speaking if swapping between them, they have different ranges too." Kon continued gleefully. Half because it was fun wrecking Tim's worldview and half to actually impart the information. "Batons are short-range. Tranquilializer darts and stun grenades are mid-range. Rubber bullet riffles are long-range."

"If that's all it is, WE can fund then better gear to control the inmates." Tim interrupted turning back to the computer and swiftly typing out a list of things to send Arkham. Kon shook his head.

"That won't work." He disagreed gently. "They aren't failing because of the gear itself."

Tim turned back around to face him, confused. This was not going to be a fun conversation, Kon swallowed hard and forced himself to continue.

"The problem is that if you fire the rubber bullet riffles from mid or short range you could seriously injury or even kill the patient. If they get past mid-range, you'll miss them completely using tranquilizer darts or stun grenades. If you try to use either of those at short-range it'll be bad for you whether it's because they'll get hold of you before the tranquilizer knocks them out or because you'll stun yourself too."

Comprehension and trepidation began to dawn on Tim's face. He deflated in his chair, sinking lower and lower as he stared off into nowhere.

"You also can't hit them with more than one tranquilizer dart in a four hour window because you could accidently kill them that way. That also means even though you have a baton, you typically can't do enough damage to them to keept them from escaping because that might potentially kill them." Kon said completely solemn now as he relayed the information. "Because regardless of the reputation Arkham has or what the patients have done, it is still a hospital and they are still patients."

Tim was staring directly at Kon now. Mouth open, face slack, eyes wide with a kind of numbed shock. Kon held his gaze.

"Yeah," Kon said after a moment. "Yeah, that's how I reacted too." He looked down, picking at his nails for a moment before forcing himself to stop and meet Tim's gaze again. "Phizer, my new 'boss', made sure to drill that into my head during orientation. 'Arkham's guards exist first and foremost to protect the patients. Arkham isn't supposed to be a prison. It's a medical facility. The patients are confined to the premises because their affliction has made them dangerous and they have to stay so that we can keep them and others safe from further harm. We are here to keep the patients and staff from hurting each other, themselves, or being hurt by people outside of Arkham's walls.' Not gonna lie, man." Kon said quirking a bitter grin as his did. "Hearing that kind of fucked me up a bit."

Tim sucked in a huge heaving breath then slowly let it out before he responded.

"I can't say I ever thought about it like that." He admitted in a soft strained voice. "Can't say I ever wanted to either." There was a bitter tinge to his words.

"Yeah, neither did I." Kon answered, shoulders slumping a bit. "Was there anything else you wanted to ask me? I kind of want to head back and sleep a bit."

Tim shook his head slowly.

"No, I think we're good at the moment." He said looking twice as exhausted and drained now as he did when Kon first got there. Kon nodded.

"Good night then. I'll see you later, man." He said, pushing off the wall he'd been leaning against and heading for the door.

"Be safe, Kon." Tim answered softly turning back to his computer.

#Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist #Meta Jazz #Arkham Intern Therapist #MJAIT #AIT #Meta Jazz AIT #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc #dpxdc #Jazz/Kon #Eventually that's the goal anyway #Side note I do not headcanon Arkham this way #But Jazz went through her 'I can fix them' stage during high school #And in my experience most people don't try to 'fix others' again after they fail the first several times #Jack & Maddie definitely weren't fixed in this story #So I couldn't see her willingly interning at Arkham if it was actually like how it is in DCU #Since the internship program is optional #Which begged the question why everyone thinks Arkham is Like That #So Kon gave you the answer #Also sorry if he's really OOC #I have never written his POV before and finding a voice for him was hard #Tim's shit got rocked #tw: cursing #my Kon curses because he's through his rebellious stage already but linguistic habits stuck around #Oh yeah #and his powers are fluctuating because the density of the smog and cloud layer over Gotham is constantly changing #my original post

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bittersweet-innocence · 1 year ago

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Questionable Therapist

CW: Yandere, manipulation, mentioned/implied toxic relationships, mentioned isolation, slight power imbalance, implied dacryphilia, poorly written smut (fingering, loss of virginity), light masochism, light overstimulation, light implied internalized misogyny.

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Fem!Reader with light descriptions

Today was gonna be the day, he swore it. It was all going to be worth it. He had been a good therapist until he met her. Then all those years went flying out the window. All of that he learned for helping others turned to honeyed manipulation on his tongue whenever she came into his office, timid and mousey and surrounded by horrible people.

She truly had terrible luck to surround herself with such rotten people, blinded to their abuse. Slowly he had set about isolating her simply to him, trimming the weeds to the toxicity in her life.

Even if his intentions weren’t as pure as they should have been, he had to admit, she looked better. She may have still been shy and skittish, but she steadily grew happier without their poison in her life.

Today she had shown up in a cute little outfit. A cute little shirt with a frilly collar and a pink skirt that fell halfway down her thighs. She had even put her hair up into a ponytail with a pink bow. She looked divine, she looked healthy. She smiled easier now, she had finally fallen into a good eating schedule and had gained a few necessary pounds. A little bit more work and he would have her on a set bedtime. But he couldn’t help himself anymore, he had to push things along before he lost his mind fucking his hand at every given chance.

Today was the day he would prune her of the last of the nasty parasites she called friends. This one would be the toughest, he knew that. She had known this friend for the longest and her emotions were deeply rooted.

He knew it would be hard, but the moment he say the tears shining in her eyes, he pulled her into his lap with soft, cooing words. It was so easy to groom her into wanting to be in his lap and she so eagerly climbed into his warm embrace even when he was the one making her cry.

His stomach churned. He was no better than the rest of the people in her life, making her cry and manipulating her for his own happiness. That was okay though, he only had to manipulate her until he had her safely under control, then he would treat her like the spoiled princess she deserved to be.

He cooed over her for a few minutes, resisting the urge to lick up her tears as her hands swiped at her eyes. However, during these few minutes, he couldn’t help but notice how warm she felt. Particularly her cunt pressed to his leg, just beside his half hard cock. She always felt warm pressed against him, but she practically felt scorching. Then he felt it, a slight twitch against his leg and realization dawned on him. This slut wasn’t wearing any panties and her cunt was twitching against his leg as he rubbed this thumb across her cheek.

A wild grin grew on his lips as he moved his hand to pull up her skirt, his boldest move. Her reaction was slow and by the time she realized what he was doing and squeaked as she pulled her skirt back down, he had already seen her princess cunt. He hummed softly as he smiled at her. She avoided his gaze, staring down at her lap with a red face.

He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up, gently commanding her to look at him. Her lips poured softly as she finally looked up at him. He teased her shamelessly about being inappropriate as if he hadn’t crossed every line of professionalism and appropriateness. He released her chin and turned his gaze back to her skirt, slipping his hand under her skirt. Her legs squeezed right around his wrist, but he only slipped in deeper until his fingers reached her burning cunt.

She squeaked and shyly hid her face in his neck. His grin only grew, she was wet. Maybe not sopping wet, but wet nonetheless. He cooed mockingly at her.

“Aw, did you get excited from sitting on my lap?” He laughed, idly running his fingers up and down her labia, pointedly ignoring her clit.

She only whined, hips tensing and he felt her cunt twitch again. He saw his next opportunity to not only get rid of her friend, but to also bend her to his will. Sex was an easy form of control and one he looked forward to enjoy.

“Ah, I get it now. You like being picked on, don’t you? You like it when your friend gets nasty and when I yell at you for not getting rid of them.” He croons, flashing his teeth in a wide grin. She shook her head, denying it with mumbling words.

“No, I don’… I hate it when people yell at me…” she mumbled.

“Then you like the attention. Any attention is good attention as long as you get what you want.” He chuckled lowly. “Oh, baby. All you had to do was ask.”

He leaned over and grabbed something from his little box of tricks. He could feel her curiously peering over his shoulder and he grinned as he pulled out a blue dildo. Her eyes widened and her face grew red.

“W-what?” She squeaked, eyes locked onto the dildo. He felt a purr of satisfaction at her response. The dildo was actually a mold of his own cock, but she didn’t have to know that yet. He pulled her closer, forcing her back into a curve so her cunt was tilted up towards him.

“I’ll give you all the attention you want, baby. I’ll make you cry and beg.” He teased, lightly running the dildo tip up her leg and under her skirt. Once again her legs squeezed around his wrist, but this time her hands grabbed at his arm too.

“W-wait! Wait! It won’t fit!” She said, trying to push his hand away. His grin only grew. She was going to be the death of him.

“Nonsense. You’re just being shy. Let me take care of you, darling.” He crooned softly, brushing his lips over her ears. She shivered and gasped airily, her eyes fluttering.

“Ah… no, no, I’ve never…” she trailed off for a few moments, hesitating. He paused for a moment, waiting to hear her out even as his head screamed to just shove the entire cock inside her. “I’ve never had sex before… a-and I only use my fingers when I… touch myself.” She mumbled, her words soft and shy.

He felt his head rush and his cock throb and worried for a moment that he would pass out. She was perfect. Sweet, timid, beautiful little virgin and she was all his for the taking.

He hummed softly. “Alright. Then we’ll start off smaller.” He set the dildo to the side for a moment and knocked her legs open. They fell easily to the sides and her head tilted against his shoulder. She was curious. He ran his fingertips up and down her thighs, teasing her just to see her cunt twitch further.

She whimpered and whined softly, but he waited until her hips started to rock, looking for relief. He gave her an ounce of mercy and finally dragged his fingers across her cunt.

First, over her labia then he slipped between her folds, feeling her wet slick cling to his skin. She gasped softly and her leg moved up, wanting to press closed again. His free hand wrapped around her back and grabbed onto her thigh, digging into her soft flesh. He could drool over the way his fingers dug into her skin, plushness spilling between his fingers, but he turned his attention back to her cunt.

His middle finger circled around her clit lightly, teasing her with tickling touches. She huffed into his shoulder. He hummed softly as his fingers dragged along her cunt down to her slit. He gently tried to push in his middle finger, but met resistance.

She sucked in a breath and her hips tried to jerk away from his touch. He had to swallow back even more drool. She couldn’t even fit his middle finger. He tried his ring finger before trying his pinky.

Finally his pinky finger managed to slip into her warm, tight cunt. His cock throbbed and he doubted the dildo would even get used the way his body ached for her. He fingered her with his pinky, pushing in as deep as he could to graze her g-spot.

She gasped softly and her hips rolled shyly against his hand, looking for more. He tried to push his ring finger in alongside his pinky. It took some gently rubbing and slick and a few hissing gasps as she was stretched, but his ring finger finally worked inside. She moaned, her first actual moan, and let her head fall back as his fingers filled her.

His hands were much bigger than hers and she had never been brave enough to use toys in fear of stretching herself loose and ruining her virginity. She was happy it was him fingering her on his lap, he was so kind and he cared for her and she would be lying if she said that she hadn’t been fucking herself to the thought of him for weeks now.

He eagerly fingered her and scissored her open, her moans and gasps music to his ears. Oh, he was gonna make her scream his name until she sobbed.

He slammed his fingers into her cunt, fingers curling awkwardly to suit her curved posture. Finally he clicked his tongue, this position wasn’t working.

He moved quick and she was bent over his lap before she could even make a sound of protest at the loss of his fingers as they slipped free. He crossed his legs, ignoring the way it crushed his cock and laid her across his lap.

Her hands found his pant leg and clung onto it, eyes wide with surprise while her feet scrambled on the ground for balance. With her ass tipped toward the ceiling, he pushed his fingers back inside her, three this time, pushing her limits.

She gasped and whined, fisting his pants as her cunt clenched around his fingers, burning from the stretch. He tensed his arm and let his muscles start to tremble, making his fingers vibrate within her. She moaned, her eyes slipping shut as she bathed in the pleasure he forced onto her body. It hurt his arm to be so tense for so long, but it was more than worth it as her moan steadily rose in volume.

Her shyness fell away as her hips began to roll back against his fingers, searching for more. He finally let his arm relax as he switched back to thrusting his fingers into her. She moaned, her voice cracking as she threw her head back, eyes opening dazed and unfocused as her legs started to shake, trying to keep her ass up for him.

That dildo wasn’t going to be used. He wasn’t going to be able to wait a single day more to feel her cunt squeezing around his cock. He shoved a forth finger into her and she panted, dropping her head back down.

Her legs shook harder and after a moment, she gave up and let them go limp. She put her hands on the floor to keep herself from sliding off his lap and away from the pleasure his fingers were inflicting upon her.

He waited for a moment to let her adjust to the stretch of his fingers, but she pushed her hips back incessantly, cunt clenching and twitching.

“Don’t…! Don’t stop!” She pleaded, her voice high and whiny. She gasped and panted, her hips unrelenting as she rolled back over and over again to be fucked how she wanted.

He bit his lip as his fingers starting thrusting again, fingerfucking her harder. He had been wondering if he was pushing her too hard, but if she wanted to be fucked like a slut, he would fuck her like a slut.

He fucked his fingers into her roughly, letting her jolt on his lap with each thrust. She moaned higher and higher, her eyes slipping shut again as they rolled back into her head. He bit his lip harder, feeling the dull ache of pain as he watched her body react to his touch like she was being zapped by electricity.

Her moans grew louder and louder until she gasped, her body tensing up as her cunt spasmed around his fingers erratically, her legs tensing and squeezing tight, feet lifting off the floor as she locked his wrist in place.

His eyes grew wide and his cock ached painfully, pressed to his zipper. She came. She fucking came just from him fingering her, he didn’t even touch her clit and here she was, laying limp across his lap, trying to catch her breath as her cunt lazily pulsed around his fingers in the last few waves of her orgasm.

He only gave her a few moments to recover before he slipped his fingers out of her cunt, ignoring her pathetic whine. He brought his hand up, spreading his fingers and watching the slick string between his fingers. He shoved his fingers into his mouth, moaning with delight as her taste spread over his tongue.

He eagerly sucked on her fingers, desperately drinking down her taste. He sucked on his fingers until the taste was gone and he knew he needed more, he felt like he could get addicted to her taste and her noises and everything about her as if he wasn’t already obsessed with her entire being.

He slipped his arms under he stomach and pulled her up, carrying her over to the couch she had been sitting on. He dropped her onto the couch and quickly crawled on top of her. She squeaked and grabbed one of the throw pillows, burying her blushing face into it.

Amazing, he had fingered her until she creamed and she was still so shy. He shamelessly leaned over her and ground his bulge against her ass, feeling her skirt ride up with him.

He was half tempted to keep humping her as she gasped into the pillow, but he needed her virgin cunt wrapped around his throbbing cock right now. He leaned back to undo his belt and pull his fly open. He pulled his cock out, scorching hot and heavy in his hand. He brought his tip to her cunt, dragging it up and down her lips.

His hips twitched, her heat was tantalizing. She hid her face in the pillow entirely, holding it tight.

He figured he had already prepared her enough and slipped his tip into her cunt. The moment his cock felt her slick, his hips jerked forward and he slammed into her. Fuck she was tight, too tight. She released a choked gasp, her mouth falling open as her eyes stared wide at the wall blankly.

He winced, she wasn’t ready for his cock yet. He started to pull out when her hips shot back and slammed into his with a slap.

“No! Don—nghh~ ah… d-don’t stop!” She moaned, biting her lip. “I love the pain! Don’t stop!”

His grin grew wider and he pulled back before slamming into back into her. She moaned, her eyes rolling back.

“Oh you’re such a little slut. Playing up the innocent act when you’re really just a cock hungry slut.” He growled, fucking her in earnest now that he wasn’t afraid to hurt her.

She didn’t respond, trying to suffocate her moans and pleas for more into the pillow. He glared at the back of her head. He had waited so long for this moment, he wasn’t going to let her take anything from him. He grabbed onto her ponytail, dislodging her bow, and pulled her head back.

“Don’t you dare hide from me, princess. We’re past that.” He said, staring down her at as drool dripped down her chin.

He kept one hand tangled in her ponytail while his other slipped under her thin form to her clit.

She gasped and moaned as her back arched, hips twitching back and forth as she tried to fuck herself back onto his cock and rock her clit against his hand. He panted as his cock ached and his orgasm brewed low in his stomach.

He hammered into her relentlessly, a toy for his pleasure when he remembered the other part of this. Two birds, one stone and all that.

His hand sped up on her clit and he watched her face closely, watching her orgasm draw closer and closer. He waited until the last second before he jerked his hand away.

He saw the moment her orgasm faded away and betrayal flashed across her face as she stared up at him with wide, watering eyes. What a crybaby.

“If you wanna come, you gotta block them.” He said, smirking down at her. Her brows furrowed as her mouth gaped open.

“I…” she hesitated, looking for words that would make sense outside of her mindless begging and pleas. “I can’t, I didn’t bring my phone!”

He glared down at her as his smirk soured into a frown. “Liar”. He hissed.

He dropped his weight onto her, burying his cock to the hilt inside her cunt. He reached past her to her bag on the floor as she moaned lowly. He dug around in her bag until he found her phone and pulled it out.

“Block them on everything or you don’t get to come at all.” He whispered in her ear. He dropped her phone before her as he placed his hands on either side of her head, his hips rutting against hers.

She whimpered and tried to grind back against him, but when he just forced her hips against the couch she gave in and picked up her phone.

She blocked their contact and on social media. With every time she blocked them, he started to thrust harder and harder until he was fucking her without abandon. She moaned and dropped her head against the throw pillow as she drooled.

“All. Of. Them!” He said harshly, punctuating each word with a hard slam of his hips. She sobbed.

“That’s all of them!” She gasped, tears filling her eyes as her clit ached and twitched.

“Good girl. That’s my princess.” He growled, his hand finally finding her clit again. “Only I can love you like this.”

He pinched her clit, satisfaction flowing through him from the resulting squeal and jerk of her hips. He rubbed her clit and fucked her until she came around his cock, pulsing and panting.

He came with a punched out groan, pushing his cock to the hilt and filling her ruined cunny with his seed. He panted for a few moment before he grabbed her leg and rolled her onto her back.

He stared down at her tear filled eyes and mouth dripping with drool. He chuckled lowly as he pushed his dick back into her, ignoring her gasp of overstimulation.

“Tsk, it’s too bad I have to punish you. I won’t tolerate a liar, baby.” He ignored her pleas and clumsy hands trying to push him away as he set about filling her again, grinning once she gave into his touch again. Only he would love her like this and she didn’t need anyone else.

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