#vey remember when u were cat anon
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resending because i am a whore (certified) ! dumbification with shinso and his mind control quirk would be So Good and So Hot honestly. being a pliable little fuckdoll for hitoshi and absolutely at his command 🖤🖤 -cat anon
▸ content warnings; dubcon/consensual noncon (mind control), very subtle pet-play, collaring, boot humping, oral (character receiving), deep-throating, female reader, not proof-read smut i just one-and-done'd this.
▸ wc; 1,786
"y/n? you with me, pretty girl?"
the inside of your mind feels packed full of static, your body weighted down like you're suspended in warm honey. opening your eyes feels like an impossible task, but the first thing you see when your heavy lids finally cooperate are your own legs, bare and tucked underneath your body.
"there's my girl."
rough palms settle on your shoulders and work their way over your body, one gliding down to your breast and the other caressing the side of your face before cradling your cheek. his touch is comforting, grounding. the affection has something aching in your chest. you want to keen into his touch but your body refuses to move.
there's a firm grip on your chin as your gaze is redirected to the full-length mirror in front of you, allowing you to see the full scene. your body is pliant, kneeling dutifully in front of hitoshi, who is seated at the foot of the bed. his legs are spread, knees positioned on either side of your body to cage you in. his fingers trail along the swell of your breasts, other hand holding your jaw between his thumb and forefinger. you blink up at his reflection with sleepy eyes and his lips curve into a fond smile.
hitoshi gives his first command. "chin up."
your body obliges without hesitation. hitoshi steadies you with a loose hand around your neck before reaching behind himself to retrieve something off the bed – a collar. the inside is plush, soft against the delicate column of your throat, and you hear a faint clink as he positions and fastens it around your neck.
"look at yourself," hitoshi murmurs, gaze returning to your reflection. your eyes slowly follow. he examines each detail on the collar with his finger, from the stitching, the rivets, the pretty bow at the front and the large o-ring hanging underneath it. "such a pretty kitty for me."
your eyes stay fixed on your reflection, watching as hitoshi's hands start to roam your body. two fingers tuck into the ring on your collar and tug, tilting your head to the side and gaining easier access to your chest. he gropes your tits one at a time through the thin fabric of your lingerie, digging his fingers into the doughy flesh and feeling your nipples pebble under his palms. you keep watching as hitoshi's hand disappears under your lingerie, pinching and rolling each nipple between calloused fingers. the stimulation is muted, yet you feel something stirring in your tummy. your lips part with a choked moan.
hitoshi yanks the fabric underneath your breasts and leaves them on display. "turn around."
this entire feeling is foreign to you. everything is warm and heavy, like you're asleep, yet you're fully aware the situation. you aren't in control of your actions – your control is limited to staying in that fuzzy headspace and watching your body obey his commands without hesitation. it's alarming, but you don't feel afraid.
hitoshi helps guide you as you turn around, now settled on your knees and eye-level with his lap. his cock twitches in his jeans at the sight of you, doe-eyed and vacant.
"take my belt off," he orders, leaning back to allow you more room. your hands reach up and start unfastening his belt, pulling it through the loops and setting it aside. the outline of his cock is prominent through his jeans. the saliva grows on your tongue, mind registering what’s to come.
"take my cock out." you unbutton his jeans and tug the zipper down, hitoshi assisting by raising his hips enough for you to pull his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, cock springing out and arching towards his stomach. the head is flushed near-purple, a clear bead of precum rolling down the veined length. the look on your face is priceless to him, staring at his cock with heart-eyes and a drooling mouth.
"you're precious. i'll give you what you want, baby, don't worry." hitoshi sighs, voice low and rich. you swear you feel the vibrations go through your body and settle in your clit. a large hand cradles the back of your head, easing you closer to his cock until your lips are just a couple inches away from the head. your clit aches, mouth watering in anticipation. "stick that tongue out for me."
the moment your tongue juts out, hitoshi slots his cock between your lips and hisses as your warm mouth envelopes the length. the hand holding your head presses down, easing inch by inch inside. his cock is heavy, weighing down on your tongue and coaxing threads of drool from the corners of your mouth. he stops you halfway before bringing you back up, letting the head sit on your tongue.
"be a good girl for me, baby, suck on it." your lips close around the head, cheeks hollowing for a tighter suction and hitoshi groans. "good girl, good fucking girl."
your head surges forward again. hitoshi guides you at a leisurely pace, like he's stroking himself with your mouth. his cheeks flush red from the pleasure, chest heaving with labored breaths. he's already so in love with how your mouth feels, but this time is different. it’s so warm and soft and pliant, your jaw completely lax as your nose finds his pelvis. you wouldn't be able to take him like this in your normal state, your gag reflex would have you sputtering by now. you're breathing smoothly through your nose, tongue lulling against the veins on the underside of his cock.
he holds you there for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of having his cock fully sheathed in your throat, then brings you up for air. you're panting when his cock slips out of your mouth, unable to ignore the aching in your clit any longer. slick is soaking into your panties, cunt begging for any sort of friction but all you're able to do is kneel and suck obediently when his cock is in your mouth.
a broken whimper squeaks past your open mouth, catching hitoshi's attention.
"what, pretty girl?" he questions through ragged breaths.
touch me, you want to tell him. you'd settle for absolutely anything if it meant pressure on your pussy. you try your hardest to say something, to force some semblance of words out of your mouth, but all that comes out is another whimper.
hitoshi guides his cock back into your mouth, guiding your head with his opposite hand while the other reaches for your collar, fingers tucking into the o-ring and pushing you further down on his cock. each thrust of his length down your throat is echoed by a lewd slurp as your mouth sucks and drools. fortunately, he seems to have understood you. he slots his heavy boot between your thighs, pressing the sturdy leather into your cunt and your body screams in relief.
your clit pulses against the steel toe of his boot, pussy clenching and continuing to soak your panties. you want so badly to grind down on it to alleviate the ache, but you can’t move. hitoshi has always been a bit sadistic, you know he’s taking advantage of being able to tease you because he knows you can't whine about it.
"that's it, baby," he hisses out, tightening his grip on your head. his hips buck off the bed to meet the pace set with his hand, fucking deeply into your drooling mouth. to your relief, his foot flexes underneath you, pressing his boot harder into your cunt. "hump my boot like a good girl, yeah? gonna make me cum, but i want you to cum with me, baby."
your hips act on their own, rolling forwards and grinding your swollen cunt on the top of his boot. all your relieved whimpers are muffled around his cock as it pistons into your throat. you can feel the mess in your panties as you hump his shoe, the fabric thoroughly soaked and clinging to the shape of your folds. in any other situation you would be embarrassed, but right now you can’t bring yourself to mind. you can’t bring yourself to do anything at all, really, just float in that warm fuzzy headspace while your boyfriend ruts in and out of your mouth, flooding your senses with the taste and weight of his cock. your thighs clench tighter.
"ah, fuck," hitoshi curses, yanking your collar once again. your nose is pinned to the tufts of lilac hair on his pelvis, changing the pace to short and rapid humps into the back of your throat. his moans shift in volume as his orgasm approaches, louder, almost primal. his cock strains against the roof of your mouth, balls tensing and slapping against your drool-covered chin.
you're still desperately humping his boot, angling your hips so the sturdy material catches your clit just right. you can feel your release building in your tummy, hole clenching around nothing. you moan brokenly around his cock.
"make me cum," hitoshi grits. "make me fucking cum."
a few more thrusts into your suckling mouth and he's sent over the edge. his hips stutter as he cums, pushing down on your head and keeping every inch of cock down your throat. you sputter as he keeps your face buried in his lap, chest tightening from the lack of air, but the dizzying feeling somehow adds to the pleasure between your legs. you keep grinding on his boot as hot spurts of cum hit the back of your throat.
"cum for me," hitoshi pants, his voice raw. he stares down at you with heavy lids as your orgasm takes over much faster than you can anticipate. your fingers dig into his thighs, legs shaking as you bring yourself over the edge, eyes rolling back and pussy spasming against your messy panties.
hitoshi pulls his cock from your mouth, a few rogue spurts of cum painting your lips and chin before his cock falls wet against his tummy.
“swallow,” he pants, using his thumb to gather the drops on your face and push it back into your mouth. you oblige, tongue laving over his thumb before swallowing everything you can.
when you blink, the trance is worn off, but you have little time to react before hitoshi is pulling you in by the back of your head and slotting your lips with his unceremoniously. strong arms wrap around your waist, pressing your bodies flush together as he falls back on the mattress.
"such a good girl," he praises, pressing his forehead into yours as you both catch your breath. "did so fucking perfect for me, baby, made me so fucking proud."
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