✷ summary: being jinx’s psychologist in the ward definitely comes with some peculiar effects, her attachment being one of them.
✷ tags: power imbalance, doctor reader x patient jinx, clingy!jinx, boundary breaking, dub-con?, sub!jinx, thigh-riding, fingering, manipulation?, psych ward/hospital setting, modern au.
✷ authors note: this fic can definitely be controversial and uncomfortable, so please keep that in mind before reading. obviously, jinx is of age, but the dynamic is still controversial due to the setting and dynamic, just an fyi. of course, i would never support this irl.
“Jinx!” A voice yells from down the hall outside of your office door. “It’s not time for your session yet!” The words cause you to sigh softly, expecting the typical situation. Though, still slightly frustrated by it, as you have only just taken off your jacket after arriving.
You visit this specific hospital three times a week, working with another patient here once a week, and working with Jinx twice a week. Even if she proves to be more demanding than your other clients, you are usually able to keep her calm and collected for a small while until your next visitation.
Receiving calls while you’re off the clock or holed up in another hospital about Jinx’s behaviour with you not monitoring her is certainly not unheard of.
In sessions, you swiftly come to recognise that oftentimes, her outbursts are purposeful to get you running back to take care of her.
Clingy patients are also certainly not unheard of.
It’s only natural since you’re digging into their brain, getting to know them and being one of their only sources of genuine companionship during their time in the hospital. Still, there are still boundaries in place, of course.
Unfortunately for you, Jinx doesn’t necessarily seem to recognise, nor respect, said boundaries.
Frequently, you tend to find her in your office upon your arrival, already cozied up in your chair with her blanket wrapped around her, grinning as you enter as if her unspoken presence isn’t entirely inappropriate.
Unlike today, when you finally got a few short moments of calm for yourself. That was until you hear the nurse outside shouting the girl’s name once again, right before the blue-haired girl pushes open your office door, swiftly placing a spare chair beneath the handle after shutting it behind her.
“Jinx, it’s not time for our session yet.” You state firmly, repeating the woman’s previous words before standing from your desk to make your way over to her, calmly placing a hand near her arm in an attempt of easing her out of the room.
“But, I wanna see you.” She whines, pouting as she begins to cling onto your arm, nudging her face against your shoulder.
You manage to remove the chair from beneath the door handle amidst the girl’s grip, and her frankly weak protests.
Although, once you come face-to-face with the nurse on the other side of the door, who begins profusely apologising before attempting to spur Jinx from your side, you simply glance towards the clock before sighing, declaring that it’s all right, and that you’ll take the girl for her session now.
It’s almost time, anyway.
Naturally, Jinx immediately grinned excitedly at the words, rushing over to your desk to take her seat upon it, eyeing you as you return to your own place.
“Jinx, could you please sit on the chair? That’s what it’s there for.” You suggest politely, motioning towards the seat opposite you.
“I wanna sit on the desk, it’s comfier.”
At that, you have no reply. Simply positioning yourself in your chair once again, unlocking the drawers built into the desk, taking out the patients files whilst the girl begins to fidget with the pens in their holder.
When it comes to your other clients, your boundaries are enforced rather effortlessly, and you’re sure that if another patient did attempt to overstep, you would be able to shut it down and have it remain that way.
Though, with Jinx, it seems to be incredibly difficult to reinforce said boundaries.
At first, it was easier. You were unfamiliar, and she was stubborn in opening herself up to be analysed.
However, the more you visited her, and the more comfortable she felt around you, Jinx became awfully clingy, and whenever you attempted to keep her at a safe distance, she would grow highly irritated and saddened.
Sometimes, whenever you mentioned her attachment, warning her that if she continues to overstep then you would have to put an end to your sessions earlier than expected, she would grow angry, threatening to runaway from the ward, or to cease eating her meals.
Or, she would simply grow deeply saddened by your supposed “rejection,” abruptly leaving your office with a frown and tear-filled eyes, slamming the door behind her before retreating to her room, refusing to come out until you give in, agreeing to retake her as a client.
Generally, you would consider yourself professional, as would others who have worked with you. Only, with Jinx, that professionalism seems fickle.
It’s difficult not to feel guilty for demanding she take a step back once her powder-blue eyes gaze at you, her vision likely blurring from her tears as she sniffles softly.
“Did you do anything fun this week? Go on a date, or something?” Jinx questions casually, smiling whilst lightly nudging your knee with her foot, still positioned atop your desk.
Flipping through her file briefly, you cross your leg over the other, subtly moving her foot away before looking up towards her, gently dismissing her invasive question. “I received a call a few days ago, apparently you were quite agitated. Do you feel okay retelling what happened?”
“Ugh! Do we have to talk about that?” Jinx complains.
“If you’re not feeling up to it, that’s okay-”
“When’s your birthday?” She interrupts. “Has it already gone, or is it soon? I have an idea for a gift.”
“I don’t think that I’ll be working on my birthday.” You state tactfully, attempting to keep ahold of some level of privacy and boundaries.
“No-biggie! I can just give it to you whenever you’re in.” Jinx laughs, evidently finding pride and amusement within her innuendo.
After the comment, you sigh briefly, trying not to grow frustrated. “Jinx, I think that we should move onto another topic. How have you been this week? I heard that you’ve mostly been eating well and engaging in activities, which is good. How have your other days been?”
“Well, if you wanna know what happened so bad…” The girl trails off, intentionally emphasising each word, even after you hadn’t necessarily pressed onto the previous topic. “I had a minor freak-out, ‘cause I had to eat breakfast even when I felt sick. They kept saying I have to stick to my schedule, and I got annoyed.”
“And, this happened on Wednesday?” You question, noting once Jinx nods her head in confirmation, swinging her legs back and forth slightly. “Your sister visits you on Wednesdays, doesn’t she?”
“Did her visitation make you feel any better?” You inquire casually. “I remember during our last session you said that she was bringing in some new clothes for you.”
“Yeah, she did. It went okay.” Jinx informed with a shrug. “But, whenever she hears that something went down, she gets all stern on me like she’s my mom. It’s kind of annoying.”
“Why is that annoying?” A small laugh accompanies your words, an attempt of lightening the environment.
“‘Cause Vi isn’t that much older than me.” Jinx smiles, crossing her legs beneath her. “I don’t need her to treat me like a two year old.”
“Can we do some drawing, or something?”
“We can.” You begin cautiously. “Though, I would like you to sit in your seat while we do it, please.”
In reply, Jinx sighs heavily, but still, she moves from your desk to take her place in the chair.
“There.” The blue-haired girl deadpans, briefly acknowledging your “thank you,” before watching as you place the colouring books and pens atop the table. “Can I use the pink pen first, please?”
Three days later upon your return to the hospital for Jinx’s second session of the week, instead of her welcoming your arrival within your office, she decided to run up towards you in the hallway.
“Hey!” She greets happily, immediately clinging onto your arm, walking alongside you to your office. “I just finished breakfast. We had croissants and fruit.”
“Oh, that sounds nice.” You acknowledge politely, nodding softly with a smile, slowly beginning to remove your jacket, a succeeding attempt of subtly spurring the girl into withdrawing momentarily.
“It was okay. Would be even better with an energy drink, though. I miss those.” The blue-haired girl expresses. “Might get Vi to smuggle one in for me.”
At that, you shoot her a pointed look with a shake of your head, to which she simply laughs, skipping slightly as you arrive outside of your door.
“So, you’re having a good morning?” You question lightly whilst walking into the room, pleased by her seemingly joyful mood.
“Yeah.” Jinx replies before taking a seat in the patient chair, thankfully. “Even better now that you’re here.”
You decided not to place too much attention on that statement, simply offering a light hum and a smile thrown over your shoulder while hanging up your jacket, before taking your seat opposite her.
“Okay…” You mutter quietly, situating yourself comfortably as you instinctively take out her patient file. “How have you been since our last session?”
“Fine.” The girl shrugs, bringing her knees up to her chest to rest her arms on top of them. “Not much has happened. Just the usual boring stuff, I guess.”
“Well, it’s good that things are okay. Would you like to do an activity today?”
“Can we draw again? I didn’t finish mine last time.”
“Of course we can.” You state, grabbing the pens and colouring books once again, placing them atop the desk.
Today was a rather important session, and if all goes well, Jinx won’t leave feeling dejected after you explain that this will be one of your last sessions together.
All you can do is attempt to keep her calm throughout. Hence, the colouring books.
Of course, this isn’t abrupt. From the beginning, there has been a schedule for each session, and when the sessions will inevitably discontinue.
Still, the girl grew attached, and even with her knowledge on when the last session will take place, it’s doubtful that she will take it completely well.
After a short while of chatting to Jinx about her medications and general mood as of late, observing her continued relaxed state, you managed to sum up the confidence to utter your next words.
“So, I actually wanted to discuss something with you today.” Throughout your statement, you continued to calmly colour in the fine lines printed across the page before you.
Glancing up for a moment, you notice Jinx, staring at you with an exhilarated expression, happiness and a certain level of relief coating her tone and features.
“Yes.” You confirm, hiding your slight discomfort over her reaction. It’s likely that she’s assuming you’re about to unveil something intimate about your life.
Truly, the sight of her hope does sadden you somewhat.
“Like the plan has always stated,” You begin softly, resuming to your colouring. “Our sessions are coming to an end, we have three more left after this one.”
Jinx has no reply for that, at-least not one that she deems worth mentioning. She simply remains silent, staring wide-eyed as you continue.
“I feel comfortable ending our sessions soon enough, and have trust that you’ll learn how to move forward rather quickly. I’ve really enjoyed our work together, Jinx. I hope you have, too.” You smile, attempting to remain a light tone and expression, not wanting to unnerve her with serious formality. “This isn’t a sad thing. You’ve mentioned the people around you who seem to truly care for you, and I have confidence that they will be there to help and offer support whenever you need it.”
“You’re leaving?” The girl questions with a frown after a few moments, dismissing your words as she drops her pen onto the desk before placing her hands onto her lap, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Not right now. We still have a couple of sessions left to nicely wrap things up.” You attempt to soothe. “After our sessions end, you might also see me around the hospital sometimes, tending to others. I won’t be gone completely, not for a while.”
“Who am I gonna talk to?” Jinx asks suddenly, her panic beginning to show.
“Well, you have your sister, friends from home who may visit you, as-well as friends around the ward, the nurses, and if necessary in the future, perhaps another psychologist, which I am sure you’ll get along just fine with.”
“Why are the sessions ending?” She questions in irritation. “Did you tell them you didn’t want to talk to me anymore?”
Taking a breath, you pause for a moment, not wishing for the situation to escalate. “Jinx… we discussed this a few months ago, do you remember? This was always a stable plan. There are typically time limits in place for how long one psychologist works with a patient.”
Upon the calm explanation, Jinx’s annoyance seems to dim, but only into apparent sadness as she diverts her gaze down towards the floor, picking at her nails beneath the desk.
Suddenly, she’s standing from her chair, rushing over towards you to take a seat upon your lap, firmly clinging onto you while hiding her face against your shoulder.
Clearly, she is upset due to your time together gradually coming to an end, and so, instead of gently removing her hold, you place a faint hand against her back, comforting her somewhat.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
Listening to her mumbled words against your shoulder, you purse your lips slightly. “We have three more sessions left, Jinx. That’s enough time to wrap things up nicely. And if you want to, you can decide which activities we do during our next sessions.”
For a short while, the blue-haired girl simply remains still, softly breathing whilst continuing to cling onto you.
Until, a small action, so slight it almost went unnoticeable, occurred to you.
Jinx, slowly beginning to rock her hips down against your thigh.
Initially, you dismissed it, assuming, or rather hoping, that the girl was simply adjusting her position for comfort reasons. So, you said nothing, only continued to trail your hand over her back.
Though, the movements continued, slowly growing more intentional.
“Jinx, would you mind returning to your seat?” You suggest carefully, maintaining politeness as you pat her back lightly to get her attention.
Unfortunately, the girl doesn’t comply. Simply whining in protest before clinging onto you tighter, still resting atop your thigh.
She continues to grind down against you, growing more confident once you make no other actions of spurring her away.
Still, your nervousness is very much present, heart pattering beneath your chest.
However, what gets to you the most, is the pulsation between your thighs, striking shame within you.
Extremely slightly, you can feel a subtle wetness against your thigh from Jinx’s cunt, clearly drooling from her risky behaviour.
The blue-haired girl allows some soft gasps and whimpers to escape past her lips right beside your ear, as if purposefully attempting to seduce you into cooperation.
“It’s fine.” She pants breathlessly, dismissing the warning. “Just let me have this, please.” The girl begs, right before pressing her nose against your neck, heavily inhaling your scent. “You smell really good…”
“It’s not right.” You state weakly, her movements continuing firmly against you.
“I won’t tell anybody.” Jinx claims gently, lightly biting onto the side of your ear playfully before tucking her head against your shoulder yet again. “Not even after you leave. Please… just let me.”
After her words, she gently takes ahold of your hand, bringing it closer towards her to place against her hip, silently encouraging you to guide her whilst she keeps your clutch in place, beginning to work on removing her own shirt.
Once Jinx showcases her bare chest, moving her braids out of the way before leaning back slightly to give you the full view, she smiles as she observes you eyeing her tits, along with the blue tattoos trailing down her side.
As she returns to clinging onto you, chest now pressed against you while continuing to grind her hips down, you can barely get a grip on your own thoughts.
This should be stopped. You know that. Frankly, the bond between the two have you never should have been enabled to the point where Jinx would ever feel confident enough to do something like this.
Alas, the past cannot be changed.
And even with that passing thought, you still do not object to her behaviour. Instead, you carefully trail your hand over her side and chest, causing the girl to shiver as she bites her lip, holding back a whine before you slip your hand down the front of her pants.
Jinx gasps in surprise once you make contact with her slickness through her underwear, nodding her head eagerly as you play with her clit through the material.
When you eventually move your hand into her panties, touching her directly, the blue-haired girl can scarcely contain herself.
“Fuck- that feels really good.” She whines, grinding against your fingers as they enter inside of her, rather effortlessly due to her evident arousal.
Vaguely, amidst her gasps and moans, you can hear the sound of your fingers moving amongst her wetness, which spurs you into trailing your tongue across her breast, taking a hardened nipple into your mouth as you continue to work on her.
Jinx only grows wetter and wetter between her legs, her pants soaking through as she lightly bounces on your fingers, resting her arms over your shoulders while facing you, eyes half-lidded due to her aroused state.
Wearily, after a moment of consideration, the girl begins to lower one of her hands, brushing over your shirt before trailing down towards your thighs, grinning once you open your legs instinctively.
“It feels so much better when you do it. I could never reach that one spot.” Jinx informs sultrily, admiring you as you allow her to rub your cunt through your pants.
Shutting your eyes tightly against the shame, you attempt not to let her words affect you. Though, your pussy seems to have other plans as the warmth within your stomach continues to inevitably grow.
As Jinx’s whimpers of pleasure pick up into moans, she abruptly presses her lips against yours as she comes undone around your fingers, whining into the kiss while she squirms.
Her proximity is swift to tip you over the edge, and as you squeeze your thighs together around her hand while humming in gratification, she smiles proudly into the kiss.
After a few moments of revelling in the pleasure, Jinx pulls back slightly, only to rest the side of her face against your shoulder, gazing up towards you with a tired grin.
Your thoughts begin to spiral, shame, humiliation, fear, and a wrongful relief all mixing into one, presenting in the form of flushed cheeks and flitting eyes whilst scanning the room, eyeing the door.
“I won’t tell, promise.” Jinx mutters, smile widening as you move your nervous, shocked stare towards her. “Especially if you make me come again.”
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