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Philophobia - Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

FINALLY, I finally wrote an imagine for one of Daniel Brühl's characters after suffering a nonstop obsession with him and his work. It only took be three whole days, but honestly, I kinda fuck with this ngl.

Warnings: typical 19th century societal opinions and expectations, sexism, references to prostitution and murder, and major spoilers for season 1 of the Alienist

3.9k words🤙🏻 (so close to 4k but not quite, ah!)

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You had been working as an apprentice and assistant for Doctor Laszlo Kreizler for over a year now. Ever since you were a child, you had always had a fascination for the human mind, what makes people tic. You had been fortunate enough to even gain some level of respect from the Doctor, even to allow you to watch him work and occasionally ask for your impute if he were to have a case that could use more than one perspective.

You were proud that you were, most likely, one of the first women to ever be allowed to work with someone as proficient in his field as Doctor Kreizler. Though, of course, you had certain obstacles you had to overcome, like people not taking you seriously simply because you were a woman. You knew Laszlo respected you as an individual, but it did take some time before he allowed you to help take on the more severe, violent cases he had.

The murder and mutilation of the young boy prostitute on the Williamsburg Bridge had been one case you begged the Doctor to let you help with. John Moore, a friend of Doctor Kreizler, was very adamant that a woman should not be subject to such horrors. You had known Mr. Moore since you were a child, he was fairly older than you and was like a brother to you, which is why you had no qualms with telling him to kindly piss off, for you knew that a woman could do anything a man could. From then on, you became a member of Laszlo's team.

You very quickly came to realize your rapidly growing affection for Doctor Kreizler during the investigation. Well, truth be told, ever since you started your apprenticeship, you found the Doctor to be quite handsome and found his passion for helping his patients admirable. You loved watching how he behaved with his patients, how he treated them with the respect and kindness that their parents might have never given to them. You tried not to let it distract you, the last thing you wanted was for Doctor Kreizler to see you as some air headed dolt that wasn't fit for the job of an alienist. But on the contrary, Laszlo saw you as anything but.

Admittedly, Laszlo was a bit hesitant in allowing you to take on learning this way of life, which could be difficult, especially since alienists were already misunderstood and ostracized. His first impression when you two met, he saw how beautiful you were and instantly proved you were intelligent, he couldn't imagine why you would choose a career field such as his. Of course, he was glad you were interested and engaged in his theories unlike other simpletons he wasted his breath on. He saw you were truly passionate about psychology, almost as much as he was. It didn't take much convincing after that.

When Laszlo saw how involved you wanted to be with his team set to find the murderer of the young boy on the bridge, he didn't know why he felt a sharp tinge of fear in his chest. At first, he was just convinced that it was because you were considered the weaker sex, according to society at the time. And yet, Sara being an integral part of the investigation didn't give him the same fear. Laszlo just couldn't bare the thought of you getting hurt because of this case. When he made sure that everyone on the team knew that the killer's onslaught of violence could very well spill over onto them, he made sure to make direct eye contact with you; but you didn't let his opinion sway you. You were determined to stop this monster, just as much as everyone else, and nothing was going to stop you from doing just that.

It took countless hours and sleepless nights to locate and finally catch this John Beecham, just in time before he murdered another innocent boy, Joseph.

You, John, and Laszlo raced to the Croton reservoir, which was a drastic change of the plan from what you and the rest of the team had been told; but with Byrnes stalking Laszlo and the police at where you all originally thought the killer would strike next, Laszlo was one step ahead of everyone else it seemed. But upon reaching the reservoir, you were ordered to stay behind, John and Laszlo both agreeing that it was too dangerous.

You stood outside the building, pacing and tapping your foot impatiently. No, you were too on edge. You needed to see this through, and you didn't care about the danger.

You lit a candle upon entering the reservoir, dimly lighting your path through the maze of tunnels throughout the building. You felt your heartbeat thump in your ears as you followed the sound of distant footsteps and shouts, the slowly melting wax stinging your hand but helping you ground yourself to reality as you got closer and closer to the commotion.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the killer hovering above Laszlo, holding the Arkansas toothpick right to his face, John and Joseph passed out behind them. "I could take your eyes…" You heard uttered from the killer's mouth.

Over my dead body.

You didn't think as you pounced on the killer, swinging your arm across the man's neck and squeezing as tightly as you possibly could, hearing him let out a strangled gasp. Though your hold on him didn't keep for long. The man being much more stronger and bigger than you, he quickly reached his arm backwards and grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed you into the concrete floor, knocking the breath out of you from the impact and the swift kick to the stomach you received afterwards. You could've sworn you heard Laszlo call out your name, but you instantly felt dizzy; you must've hit your head.

You thankfully recovered after a minute, but not soon enough. You scowled as you saw captain Connor standing in the corridor, holding a freshly fired pistol smugly. "Looks like I walked into a bloodbath." He smirked, keeping his gun raised directly at you and Laszlo, both of you rendered defenseless on the ground in pain. Connor grinned darkly at you, causing you to cringe in disgust. "Well, looky here, if it isn't Laszlo Kreizler's pet bitch. Shame I'll have to kill you too, what a waste of a pretty face."

You didn't have time to snap back at the Irishman, Laszlo much quicker in his response. "No, don't!" Laszlo shouted, his expression of anger so fierce it gave Connor slight pause, but he quickly shrugged it off with another smirk.

"Aw, don't worry, Doctor. I'll make her death quick and painless, I'm not a monster, after all." As time seemed to slow as Connor raised his pistol to your forehead, the sound of the hammer pulling back and twisting the cylinder was distant, and your first thought was that you couldn't believe you were going to die by the hands of a pig.

A shot rang out, echoing through the desolate halls of the reservoir.

You were wide-eyed in shock, staring up at the similarly shocked face of the captain Connor, bright red blood slowly seeping out of his mouth and promptly dropping to the floor, clutching the fresh bullet hole in his stomach. You looked to see Sara, holding her own pistol, smoke pouring from the double barrel. "Are you alright?" Her meek and timid voice spoke, gently dropping to her knees and laying a hand on your shoulder.

"I am now." You smiled breathlessly, reaching out and giving her a grateful hug. "Thank you."

Sara then went to John, waking him up and making sure he was okay too. You looked back at Doctor Kreizler, him staring at you with an intense but unreadable expression. He looked back and forth between you and the ladder that went up another level of the reservoir, noticing the killer wasn't there with everyone else anymore. You nodded to him, signaling that it was okay to pursue him, and off he went quickly.

Unfortunately, the bullet wound in the killer's back caused by Connor drained the life from him too quickly, Laszlo not being able to get the answers he was seeking. Now, no one would ever know why John Beecham murdered those poor boys. It was frustrating, and you couldn't even imagine how Laszlo must've felt, to spend all that time and effort, having nothing to show for it. But at least you stopped a serial killer.

Laszlo didn't speak to you at all after that, even when you all arrived back at the institute so the Isaacson brothers could run the autopsy. It felt as though he was upset with you, which, you couldn't really blame him for. You did refuse to listen to his requests, but you knew you made the right choice. Any minute longer and you might've actually walked into a bloodbath as Connor said. But the sharp pain in your side and severe headache that you suffered tried to convince you otherwise.

As the Doctor's assistant as well as his apprentice, you were immensely thankful that you had your own private bedroom that you could wallow in. After everyone went home and left you and Laszlo alone, you tried to go up the stairs to your room, wincing every so often when you accidently overexerted yourself.

Looking in your full body mirror after you undressed, you saw the black and blue bruises decorating the side of your abdomen. It looked as bad as it felt, you supposed. You started to regret your reckless ways, thinking of what you could've done better than to just tackle the murderer.

You jumped at the sudden knock on your door, quickly dressing yourself in a thin robe so you weren't completely naked as you opened the door, seeing Laszlo's face immediately calming your heart. Though upon seeing your lack of decency, quickly uttered an apology and turned to leave but you reached out and gently grabbed his arm. "I, uh, just wanted to see if you were alright." Laszlo spoke softly, noticeably trying to not let his gaze slip lower than your face.

You smiled weakly, nodding your head. "Yes, I'm alright, thank you." You lied. Due to the night you've both had, you didn't want to worry him, he deserved some peace and relaxation after the long investigation. But you quickly noticed how Laszlo's brow furrowed, his mouth upturned in a frown, his once concerned gaze turning cold. "Are you okay?" You asked back, even though it was completely obvious what he answer would be.

Laszlo tilted his head slightly, a tight-lipped irritated smile on his face. "You could've gotten killed tonight, you know that, don't you? If not by captain Connor, Japheth could've done more than just slam you on the ground."

You lowered your head in shame, not that you were ashamed of your decision, you just hated that you were correct on your theory that Laszlo was actually upset with you.

"John and I told you not to go into the reservoir with us, yet you deliberately disobeyed."

You couldn't help but scoff. "That man almost killed you, Laszlo! Who knows, if I had arrived one second later, you might've been killed."

"Japheth wouldn't have killed me."

"Really? How do you know that?" You asked irritably, rolling your eyes when Laszlo couldn't find the words to respond. "I don't regret my actions, Doctor. I'd do it again in a heartbeat." But as your next heartbeat pounded in your ears, another wave of sharp pain resonated through you, causing you to almost double over in pain, the only thing keeping you upright was your hand on the doorframe.

"Y/n?" Laszlo asked, panicked. "What's wrong?" Laszlo quickly helped you to your bed, even sitting down being almost too painful. You clutched your side, biting your lip in attempt to keep your whimpers silenced. But Laszlo noticed right away, reaching for your hand, giving you a tender gaze. "Let me see."

You internally sighed as you listened to him, hesitantly removing your hand and allowed Laszlo to gently open your robe. You heard him gasp quietly as he finally saw your side, his body tensing up almost as if he could feel the same pain that you felt. "Why didn't you say anything?" Laszlo scolded.

"I didn't want you to worry." You mumbled nervously, Laszlo's sullen face making you feel guilty. "I'm sorry."

Laszlo shook his head lightly. "Don't. Just lay down, you need to rest. I'll call for a doctor in the morning." And with that, he left your room in a hurry, shutting the door hard enough to make you flinch. You didn't want disobey his direct orders this time, plus, your body craved sleep.

As Laszlo said that night, he called for a doctor for a house call. Thankfully, your bruises weren't anything to be concerned about as long as you stayed in bed for awhile. Which wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't for the fact that you were pretty restless in general, so you knew you were going to have a hard time being on bedrest. And Laszlo was still upset with you, so that made the situation even worse.

Stevie and Cyrus were gracious enough to help take care of you instead of Laszlo, but you couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not. On one hand, it would've forced Laszlo to deal with his feelings toward you, but you also didn't want to have to deal with his issues while dealing with your own, and you didn't know if you would've been able to handle the more intimate moments that came with being cared for if it was with Laszlo. Though, you decided that being ignored was worse.

Even when you were cleared to walk around, Laszlo rarely ever spoke to you, only when necessary, which irked you. You figured enough time had passed for him to get over your actions at the reservoir, but apparently you underestimated his ability to hold a grudge. You just couldn't understand why he stayed so mad at you, you were at your wits end and you wanted answers. And almost like Laszlo himself could feel your frustration towards him, he decided to go to the opera in attempt to escape.

Laszlo sighed when he saw you sitting patiently on one of his chairs in his living room, mindlessly flipping through one of his books. "What are you doing up? It's late. You should be in bed."

"That's the pot calling the kettle black, Doctor." You stood up from the chair, a bit too quickly, wincing at the now dull pain, still reminding you that you had to pace yourself.

"How are you feeling?" Laszlo asked, for the first time since the doctor's visit.

"Oh, so now you care?" You scowled, allowing your bitterness seep through in your tone.

Laszlo huffed, gripping his cane tightly. "I never said I didn't."

"Well, you sure have been acting like it." You chuckled bitterly.

"Surely, I don't know what you mean."

You scoffed. "Really? You really don't know? You've been ignoring me for weeks, Laszlo. I just want to know why? And if it's really because I followed you and John, then I must say, you've been quite unfair to someone who just might've saved your life. Or maybe I just should've died then and there." Now, you knew that was a bit overdramatic, but once you started speaking your mind, you couldn't stop the word vomit.

You flinched when Laszlo threw his cane to the floor in anger, a loud clang echoing through the room. "I-" Laszlo started to shout, but quickly stopped himself, balling his hand into a fist and taking a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

Laszlo hadn't meant to snap at you, truly he didn't; and he wanted to tell you that, but all words escaped him in that moment.

Back at the reservoir, Laszlo had a realization. When he saw you getting hurt by Japheth and almost killed by Connor, he felt terrified, terrified that he was going to lose you. Up until that point, you were just his apprentice and a friend, nothing more. He didn't realize how important you were to him until he almost lost you. Laszlo didn't want to feel this way, he figured he had suffered enough trauma and having unrequited feelings for someone would just add on to his list of problems. But you…you were so good, so pure of heart, someone who deserved much better than him. Maybe he had known that he had feelings for you, but he kept those feelings under lock and key, ignoring them and eventually, ignoring you.

Laszlo had a tendency of blaming himself for most things, you being hurt on the job was no exception. He should've had you go with Sara and the Isaacson brothers, you would've been okay if he had. Seeing your injuries just made his fear even more palpable, and he couldn't handle it. He completely shut down, locking himself in his own room, trying not to think about how he was leaving you alone to deal with your pain by yourself. And seeing Stevie and Cyrus hustle about the house, doing whatever they could to make your life easier just added on to his guilt. But ultimately, he knew it wasn't fair to you; and seeing your frightened expression, he knew he couldn't ignore his feelings anymore.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to shout." Laszlo sighed, removing his fur coat and setting it down.

"Please, Laszlo, tell me why. I…I miss you, talking to you." You felt your face heat up at your words, a simple confession that could just be interpreted as friendly, but you knew otherwise.

Similarly, Laszlo felt his heart beat faster than normal, not just by your words but your pleading soft gaze that he couldn't look away from even if he tried. Laszlo started by taking a deep breath, "I never meant for you to feel ignored. After all that happened, I needed time to think. About the case, about Japheth...about you. I didn't truly understand my feelings until that night, and as much as I hate to admit this to myself, I was scared. As soon as you were involved, nothing else mattered to me, not the case, not John, not the commissioner; as long as you were safe. And I know how terrible that sounds, but it's the truth."

You stepped forwards cautiously, reaching out to take Laszlo's hand in yours. He hesitated for a moment, and you stopped to look into his eyes with all the kindness you could possibly muster, and you were relieved to see him relax, untensing his shoulders and connecting his hand with yours with a sharp exhale. "The environment in which I grew up, it's difficult for me to open myself up to...this." He stared at his hand intertwined with yours, gently grazing his thumb over your soft skin. "I thought I could push these feelings away, but it seems I've failed at that too."

You gave his a sympathetic smile. "I understand." You didn't know the full extent of his childhood trauma, but you understood well enough how much it could affect a person, especially an innocent child. "I, too, tried to push my feelings away." You chuckled weakly, the feeling of Laszlo's smooth hand lightly brushing up your arm, causing you to shiver.

"And did you succeed?" The question was so simple, but the almost sultry expression in his eyes so fixed on yours told you he already knew what your answer would be. And you stuttered, unable to speak from how intense his gaze was; and you were almost convinced that you saw a ghost of a smirk when you gave up trying to come up with a response. "I suppose that gives me my answer."

Before you could attempt to respond once more, you were stopped by Laszlo's hand reaching up to gently caress your cheek, tracing a line against your jawline before coming to rest on your chin, lifting your face to meet his. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his breath on you, mixing with your own, his lips so close that you could almost feel them brush over yours in a feather-light motion. "Tell me to stop, Liebling. Tell me this isn't what you want, and I'll stop."

You exhaled shakily, bringing your hand to rest atop of his shoulder, feeling the fine fabric of his velvet waistcoat. "I don't want you to stop." You trembled, wavering but not reducing the weight of conviction in your voice.

Now sure of your desire, Laszlo shifted forward, connecting your lips with his with a vigor even he didn't realize he had in himself. You raised your hand to cup his cheek as he moved against you, his beard tickling your face, but it didn't bother you in the slightest. His lips were so soft, tasting of champagne that only added to the allure to the passionate moment. His tongue danced expertly with yours, making you weak at the knees, his hand gripping your waist tightly sending a rush of electricity throughout your entire body. The moan that almost escaped your mouth forced you to realize how quickly you both were getting carried away, and as much as it pained you, you slowed down and gently pulled away, a lightheaded smile playing at your lips.

"Not to be cliché but, I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that." You admitted bashfully, earning a light chuckle from Laszlo. He kept his hand on your waist, not ready to let go.

"Now that I've had a taste of you, I don't know how I'll be able to keep myself away from you." He half joked, causing you to blush even more furiously than you already were, but you could hear the underlying tone in his voice, the fear of what the future would hold for the both of you.

"Well, luckily, you don't have to worry about that, cause I'm not going anywhere, Doctor."

Laszlo shook his head slightly, hesitation coming back into his expression. "If we get a case like this again, if I can't protect you-"

"Hey," You interrupted softly, forcing him to look into your eyes. "this won't happen again, okay? I've learnt my lesson, and I'll be careful next time, if there's a next time. And I'm not helpless, you know. I know how to take care of myself."

"I just wish I could be the man you deserve, someone who makes you feel safe." Laszlo grabbed onto his bad arm, the distain for his physical handicap clear.

You smiled softly, kissing his cheek with a similar tenderness. "You already make me feel safe, Laszlo, only having one strong arm isn't going to change that. You're perfect just the way you are. I mean that."

Laszlo's heart swelled, your words making him feel just as warm as your hand on his jaw, gently tugging on his beard. He hadn't felt this way about anyone in a long, long time. He could have told you he loved you right then and there and he would've been genuine, but as the relationship was only just beginning, he decided to refrain, as hard as that was. But he smiled, knowing that one day your relationship with him would develop further and you both would be comfortable enough to tell each other anything and everything about your lives and how you felt.

And when that day does come, Laszlo vowed to himself to spend that whole day telling you how much he loves you, over and over again.

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The urge to write smut was stronggggg, but Laszlo is absolutely a virgin and I'm too down bad to write sweet first times, at least this time.

A Sensual Education - Laszlo Kreizler

I learned a lot about clits for this fic, didn't realize how much people (mostly men) hated them. Everyone, go touch your clits, treasure them, they deserve it after people like Freud wanted to get rid of them cause they were too insecure of themselves and scared of women🙃

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), typical 19th century ideology, misogyny, religious guilt, pining, innocence kink, fingering, virginity loss, soft dom!Laszlo, consent is sexy, flufffff

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From an early age, you were always taught that anything do to with sex was a sin. You weren’t really told why but it was an unspoken moral rule. 

Women weren’t allowed to have sex until after marriage and if the man wants it. Women were for men’s pleasure and to make babies; that was it. From an early age, you were always doubtful of this but you were always too scared to make your concerns known.

You had asked your mother about it after you started your courses, but you were immediately shut down and scolded for even thinking such a thing. So every time you had a question or concern, you always had to push it down and you never spoke about it.

Once, you had heard, in the middle of the night, your mother with your father in their bedroom, it sounded like they were both in pain. You peaked inside their room and what you saw shocked you to your core. It was not in fact your mother, but it was your father with another woman. It looked painful. Why would someone engage in such acts if it was painful? It didn’t make sense.

From an early age, you were already seeing contradictions from everyone and you didn’t know what to believe.

One night, you tried touching yourself, just out of curiosity. It felt…different, but good. Though you were too scared and embarrassed to continue. Surely, you were going to hell for what you did. You prayed for forgiveness, and you never touched yourself again.

You knew it would probably bring shame upon you and your family, but you had always wanted to pursue a career in psychology. The mind was fascinating, and you had always wanted to figure out what causes people to do what they do; why they lie, why they hurt others, why they are so insistent on following old rules. Doctor Laszlo Kreizler had been looking for someone to intern for him. Despite being a woman, the doctor seemed happy to welcome you to his team.

It was very early on when you started to see Doctor Kreizler in a different light, one that you had not seen anyone before. He was very handsome, even your mother had confessed that to you privately. But it felt different this time. You had crushes before, but you never thought to act on them. You just figured that your parents would find you a man to marry and that would be that, but thankfully they weren’t that old fashioned. You were allowed to choose someone for yourself if you wanted, and you found that Laszlo was someone you wanted very badly. Just one small problem: he was your boss and you had no idea if he’d ever feel the same way.

You’d feel embarrassed every time you interacted with him, which was a lot. You would have to really concentrate whenever he was teaching you what to do with certain patients, and you managed well enough. Sometimes you’d sit in on one of his counseling sessions to see what he does and how he goes about it, but his voice was so mesmerizing that you’d forget exactly what he had been saying. It was debilitating, your crush, always feeling such yearning whenever he caught your gaze; but you had to move on. It definitely would not be professional if you acted on your sinful feelings to him. 

Your lust got even worse when Laszlo started to get more touchy feely with you. He wasn’t inappropriate of course, just lingering touches here and there whenever you did a good job with the patients; but that was more than enough for your fantasies to run wild with false hope that he might’ve liked you back. He even insisted you call him by his first name, before you always addressed him as Doctor Kreizler. He unknowingly was only fanning the flames of your infatuation.

Your crush just kept growing stronger and stronger.

Finally, one day, one of the doctor’s other employee’s told you that he needed to see you in his office later that day. You were instantly worried, thinking you may have done a bad job or worse, he had found out about your crush on him. But the employee said you had nothing to worry about, telling you that you were the fastest learner they had ever seen. It lessened your nerves…only slightly. You’d just have to find out for yourself.

You decided to go to his office early, otherwise you’d be worrying yourself to death and you didn’t care much for that. But when you arrived, the doctor wasn’t there. Serves you right for being impatient, you supposed.

You waited in Doctor Kreizler’s office, twiddling your thumbs and failing to calm your nerves. So instead, you decided to look around, despite knowing you shouldn’t, but you didn’t know what else to do. 

Scanning his bookshelves absentmindedly, you came across a particularly eye-catching name. Kama Sutra? You let out an audible gasp as you saw the cover on the front of the book. It was a man and a woman being…intimate with each other. You tried not to judge, but what kind of deviant would keep a book like this? Despite your initial horror, you couldn’t help but skim through the pages, feeling yourself growing uncomfortably hot at the words and illustrations. There were words on those pages that you didn’t even have a clue what they meant, but they felt dirty regardless.

You were so enraptured by all this new information that you didn’t notice Doctor Kreizler walk in. You all but jumped out of your skin as you heard him clear his throat, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, Lord, I am so sorry, Doctor. I was just waiting for you to get back but this caught my eye, I didn’t mean to pry, I promise.” You rambled with a slight stutter, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest when Laszlo took the book from you with a ghost of a smile. “Please, sir, don’t tell anyone I was looking at this, if my parents found out, they’d throw me on the streets! I’ll pray for forgiveness!”

Laszlo gently shook his head, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “It’s quite alright, it’ll stay between us. Please, you don’t have to put on the pious act for me.”

You furrowed your brow, tilting your head slightly in confusion. “An act, sir? What do you mean?”

“The whole pretending that you think every single thing pertaining to sex is sinful and immoral.” He said with a brittle chuckle.

“It…it’s not?”

Laszlo froze, his eyes scanning your face for any indication that you were playing up the innocent act, but he didn’t find anything about your expression that would lead him to believe that you were lying. Were you actually this innocent? “You’ve never been taught about sex before? Anything about it?”

Your cheeks felt like they had been lit aflame, you looked down, your hair hiding your face slightly. “It’s a sin, especially before marriage. The only reason to do it is if you want to have a child.” You recited from what you learned from your parents and pastor.

“God, is that what your parents taught you? Hypocrites. It’s ridiculous. Of course sex isn’t sinful.”

“But…what about touching oneself? Surely that’s a sin, right?”

“It’s a natural part of growing up. Everyone has done it, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Laszlo noticed your nervousness, the fiddling with your hands and your eyes anywhere but his. “Have you never touched yourself before? Never even tried?”

You bit your lip, rubbing your hand up your arm as you felt goosebumps start to rise. “Once, but it didn’t feel right…at all. I never tried again. I never should have done it in the first place.” You felt ashamed talking about this with someone as professional as Laszlo. He must’ve been so ashamed of you as well, you wished you never even set foot in his office. But what you didn’t know was Laszlo was feeling ashamed of himself for how lustful he felt all of a sudden. The thought that you had never experienced sexual pleasure made his pants feel way too tight in that moment, and he felt sorry for you, but not in a condescending way. It would be a risk for your professional relationship, but it was one he was willing to take.

You didn’t notice Laszlo walking closer to you until you felt his hand gently graze your hand that was nervously holding your other arm. You felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, finding his eyes to be searching yours. His tantalizing stare felt like it was penetrating your soul, him being so close to you that you could see your own startled expression in his dilated pupils. “Do you want me to show you how it’s done?” Laszlo asked in a low tone, his voice almost gravelly, causing a shiver to run down your spine in anticipation.

You didn’t know why, but you suddenly felt a burning hot desire in your lower stomach, a slick wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. Your expression reflected in his eyes turned from being startled to almost dazed. Out of anything he could’ve said, Laszlo surprised you with that. You wanted to say yes, so badly. But… “What will happen to me if I say yes?” You asked timidly, glancing down at his hand on yours.

“Nothing that you don’t consent to.” He smiled softly, but with your fearful expression, he realized what you actually were asking. “I promise, you’re not going to hell if you allow me to do this.”

You exhaled shakily. “Okay.”

Laszlo smiled, running his hand up to your shoulder and moving a piece of hair out of your face. “Sit on my desk and lift up your skirts for me please.” He instructed, and you obeyed nervously, feeling your whole body heat up as he watched intently as you exposed most of your legs to him. “Good girl.” You try not to squirm as Laszlo stood right next to you, feeling his breath on your neck as he lightly held you in place with his right arm and using his left hand to gently trail up your inner thigh, eliciting another shiver from you. “If I do anything that you don’t like or want to stop for any reason, just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You took a deep breath as Laszlo finally reached your aching cunt, exhaling sharply when his fingers made contact with your sex. “Spread your legs for me, my dear.” You gasped as he touched a spot that was particularly sensitive. “Is that painful?” He asked, but you quickly shook your head no. “This spot is called the clitoris, it’s the only human organ where its sole purpose is to provide pleasure. Isn’t that extraordinary?” He spoke huskily into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body, all while you were still struggling to keep still as he kept slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You wanted him to go faster, but all you could do was whimper pitifully as Laszlo started to kiss and nip at your neck. “How does that feel, Schatz?”

“G-Good…” You whimpered, “so good but…”

“What is it?”

“Can you…move a bit faster, please?” Laszlo smirked at your stuttering voice, finding your shyness adorable. Instead of giving you what you craved, he did the opposite, removing his hand from you and moving to stand in between your legs, spreading your legs even further. “What are you-? Oh!” You gasped as Laszlo slowly pushed one of his fingers inside you, the intrusion foreign but not entirely unwelcome…

“And how does this feel? Still good?” He asked, adding a second finger and gently thrusting into you, the stretch causing you to wince slightly but you didn’t want him to stop. You let out your first moan as he rubbed your clit with his thumb in tandem with his thrusts. “I assume that was a yes, hm?”

“Y-Yeah…” You moaned, your hips moving against his hand mindlessly, starting to feel pleasure building and building inside you. “Feels so good, Laszlo…” 

Laszlo lifted your chin with his other hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He wanted to see your face. He finally kissed you as he sped up his hand movements, swallowing your loud moans, a deep guttural groan escaping him as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. “You feel that pressure building in your body?” You nodded quickly, panting and moaning but you still tried to pay attention to what he was saying. “You’re getting close to what’s called an orgasm. It’s a feeling of euphoria when you reach the peak of sexual pleasure.”

“Are…are you getting close?” You stuttered.

Laszlo smiled, hiding a wince when his cock jumped in his pants. “I’m not the one getting pleasured, you are.” And as if right on cue, you felt yourself reach that peak and it was indescribable. Your body burned all over, but in a good way. You moaned loudly as you rode out that wave, gripping onto the doctor’s waistcoat for purchase. Your corset felt almost painful as your nipples hardened as you came, it felt all too restrictive. But you came down from that high, and you already wanted to feel it again. “Are you okay?” Laszlo’s soft deep voice brought you back to reality.

“Can…can you make me do that again?” You asked shyly, causing Laszlo to chuckle.

You winced as Laszlo lightly tapped your clit, the feeling almost too much to handle. “You’re too sensitive. Some people can’t come again right after because of the oversensitivity. But you might be ready to go again after several minutes.”

“But I want you to feel good too. I want you to…come.” You spoke timidly, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted on the spot.

Laszlo frowned, shaking his head, trying to ignore his aching cock that was just crying out for stimulation. “I don’t want to hurt you. It might be too much, especially right now.”

“But I want you, Laszlo. I really do.” Laszlo didn’t say anything as you reached for the buttons on his pants, feeling guilty as he let you nervously palm his member through his trousers. “Please, I want you to be my first…”

Laszlo exhaled a shaky breath, grabbing your face and kissing you lightly with a frustrated growl. “First times for women can be painful…”

“I don’t care. I want you to show me what it’s like.” You begged, gently biting his bottom lip, doing everything in your power to let him know that you’d be okay.

Laszlo finally gave in, kissing you again with much more fervor, allowing himself to crave your touch. Your hands were all over him, messing up his perfectly styled hair and undoing the buttons of his waistcoat so you could feel more of him. You moaned as he squeezed your breasts through your dress, running his hands up and down your torso as you pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants. But he suddenly stopped, taking your hand away before speaking. “We’re going to take this slow, okay? If I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” He said seriously.

“Okay.”

Laszlo slowly rubbed the head of his cock in between your folds, you letting out small whines as he rubbed himself on your still overly sensitive clit. He looked into your eyes when he lined himself up with your entrance, silently asking for your approval. You nodded, holding onto his hand that was gripping your thigh.

His cock was much bigger than his fingers, that’s for sure. You let out a silent cry when he entered you, just his tip stretching you far more than his fingers. It was a burning pressure, but you still didn’t want him to stop. Despite the initial pain, it felt so natural for him to be inside you. You accepted him as best you could, him stilling inside you when he bottomed out. “Are you okay?” He asked, already panting from holding himself back.

“Yes, Laszlo, please. Keep going.” You and Laszlo both let out deep guttural groans as he started to thrust into you slowly, him keeping a firm grip on your thigh as he rocked his hips back and forth. Soon, you started to feel a new type of pleasure. It didn’t feel the same as when he was rubbing your clit, but whatever it was, it felt amazing. Every time Laszlo thrusted, the tip of his cock would hit that spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His slow thrusts weren’t enough now. You wanted more. You needed more. “Faster…please.” You whined, moving your own hips up to meet his.

“You sure?” It was sweet that he was always checking in, you appreciated it, but sweet wasn’t what you needed at that moment. You nodded vigorously, grabbing the collar of his shirt roughly and bringing him down to kiss you.

“Oh, my God-!” You gasped, moaning in his ear as he sped up his thrusts, his skin slapping against yours echoing around his office. “You feel so good.” You smiled tremulously, tears of overwhelming pleasure brimming your eyes. Laszlo’s grunting and soft moaning had to have been the prettiest sound you had ever heard, each others’ moans mixing together like a symphony. 

“You’re exquisite, my dear.” Laszlo breathed out, moaning every time he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls taking him in deep and holding on with a vice grip. “You’re doing so well…fuck.” He cursed, his cock twitching as he sped up even more, chasing his own release desperately, your pretty moans spurring him on. “I’m so close.” He voiced, his words coming out strangled, his hand tightening around yours, bringing it up and placing a light kiss on your knuckles.

“Do it, come. Please, come.” You whimpered, crossing your legs behind his back, not allowing him to remove himself from you, pulling him as close as possible. His heavy breaths and soft moans fanned across your skin as he neared his climax, placing sloppy kisses on your cheek and down your neck, his neatly trimmed beard scratching at your skin. You cried out as Laszlo started to rub your clit once more, desperate to feel you come around his cock. “Please, please…” You whined, not even sure what you were asking for. His circular motions on your clit paired with his cock roughly splitting you open over and over again was almost too much, but you fully relinquished yourself to him, happy to be used by someone you admired so much.

“Come for me again, Schatz. I want to feel you, please.” Laszlo moaned, speeding up his ministrations on your clit.

“Laszlo!” You squealed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you reached that peak once more, falling limp in his arms as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Oh, Scheiße!” Laszlo stilled as you clenched around him, letting out a loud strained grunt as he finally released inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. He buried his head in your shoulder, panting heavily along with you, trying to steady his heartbeat. “Are…are you okay?” He asked nervously as he pulled out of you and stuffed himself back into his trousers, looking into your eyes with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no. You didn’t.” You shook your head, wearing a tired satisfied smile. “I really liked it.”

Laszlo let out a relieved sigh. “Good.” He said, wearing a lopsided grin, placing a short light kiss on the tip of your nose. He chuckled breathlessly, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting the day to turn out like this…but I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.” You smiled timidly, but then you remembered something. “So, um, why did you want to see me in the first place?” You asked.

Laszlo chuckled nervously, gently caressing your cheek while a slight blush. “Oh, I was, uh.” He cleared his throat, “With how well you’re doing, I was going to ask you to work for the Institute officially. Paid and everything. But now…I want to take you out on a date too, if you’d allow me.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Really.”

“I’d love that. Both. Both of those things. To work here and go on a date with you.” You rambled with a giggle, making Laszlo smile.

“Great…I suppose we should get back to work now.” He said reluctantly, holding onto your hips like he never wanted to let you go.

“I promise, I won’t let you regret hiring me.”

“I don’t think you could make me regret anything, my dear.”

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