now write tenna hypnosis fic bc thats sexy as well (yes I despise nnn how could you tell)
Taking Control
wc: ~900. Tenna/Reader, second person POV. explicit, hypnosis, dom Tenna, CLAW MENTION!!!
a/n: I'm not too familiar with the limits of hypnosis or how it works (nor do I care beyond fantasy stuff), just that I thought abt Tenna being a control freak again and got so horny I blacked out (/hj)
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There's a strange comfort in the swirling visuals on Tenna's screen. At first, you didn't really give the idea any credit, but as you sit before him, letting yourself become mesmerized by what he's put away his facial features to show you, your thoughts slowly begin to meld together, blurring to incoherency.
You can't look away if you wanted to, now.
Tenna gently hums, content. "There you go... Just pay attention to me, darling, and let all your worries go. Tonight will be very special."
His voice feels so far away. You can't focus on anything but the swirling.
There comes a point where any control of your body is rendered naught. You couldn't move your hands if you wanted to. You couldn't speak if you wanted to. It's a miracle your body naturally blinks and breathes on its own, as those are the only things about you that are left out of his control, starting now.
Everything else is all up to Tenna now. Just like you both wanted.
"Very good..." He murmurs. Holding out his hand, he carefully orders, "Come here, baby."
Without any pesky thoughts to make you hesitate or question him, you stand immediately and step closer to him. Your eyes never leave his screen, permanently entranced by the hypnotic visuals. "Take my hand," He emphasizes, and you slip your fingers over his palm. "Good. So good for me... Now, sit on my lap. Keep facing me while you do."
You do so, straddling one of his large thighs whilst staring into the depths of his screen still. He chuckles to himself. "There's so many things that I wanna do to you while you're like this... So willing... Giving all of yourself to me..."
Using his free hand, Tenna drags his fingers down your front. He pauses just at your waistband, opting to instead slide his hand to grab a good portion of your waist in his large grasp. "...Grind yourself on my thigh."
You begin to grind your hips up and down his slacks, just like he ordered. It's slow, but with your building arousal prior to handing control to him, it's enough to cause you to whimper from your slightly parted lips. Tenna latches onto this, goading, "Yes, don't hold anything back now... Move your hips faster."
Your hips automatically speed up, further encouraged by Tenna's grip around your waist tightening and forcing you back and forth at the pace he's decided, regardless of your actions. You moan out, louder, which gets a huffed grunt from the showman.
His claws that he desperately tries to hold back at all times nearly puncture you as his grip tightens again. He rubs you up and down his thigh at a now relentless speed, leaning closer to you and chuckling at how your body tries to accommodate in order to keep your eyes glued to his screen. "That's right, don't ever look away. You're going to show me everything tonight. Don't hide."
Both his slacks and your bottoms are ruined by now, but his focus is entirely on all the filthy noises you're letting out without any restraint. There's no inhibitions that make you grit your teeth or bite your lip to hold back your moans, no reservations that make you play coy with him – hell, you're drooling mindlessly for him, leaving a trail from the corner of your mouth that he wants so badly to clean with his own if he wasn't broadcasting this special video for you.
It's easy to tell when you're close to your peak. Your moans turn into whining keens, you're flushed so warm, and your hips twitch and buck in his harsh grasp. Yet you never turn away, never once try to push one of your hands over your mouth to keep quiet. You cry out pathetically, and then—
"Stop moving."
Your hips pause the second he utters those words; for a moment, Tenna's impressed he didn't need to intervene and stop you himself. You're panting, whimpering and whining almost involuntarily but never voicing any complaint.
It's not like you could, anyway.
"Very good..." Tenna quietly chuckles. "Sorry, sweetheart, but we don't want this to end so soon, right? You're so beautiful and pliant like this..."
Letting go of you, he orders next, "Stand up, and then get on your knees."
You rise to your feet, blatantly ignoring the way your legs wobble underneath you as you settle on the floor before him. He hums for a moment, satisfied. "Good. Now... Undo my pants for me. They're awfully tight now, and completely soiled."
Reaching up to his belt, you undo the buckle and pull down the zipper just underneath it, seemingly unaware of the damp, downright intimidating bulge just in front of you, practically begging for attention. The moment you finish, Tenna orders again, "Now pull my pants down – the boxers, too. You have quite the mess to clean up already."
Admittedly, Tenna was unsure if he'd like this, not giving you the option to voice your opinions or forcing yourself to let go of any reservations. But as you follow his next order and lean down to clean up the mess underneath his clothes, he's convinced now that this will be far from the end of tonight's plans.
