So I'm going to keep posting these because we as a fandom deserve more hypnosis porn. Please comment a situation you want to see and if I like it, I'll post it!
Chapter Summary: Malik was so nice to treat Ryou to a new wardrobe, and even offer to help him with the super tricky zip! Or, Malik brings hypnotised Ryou on a shopping trip and fucks him in the changing room.
AO3 Tags For This Chapter: Hypnotism, public sex, semi-public sex, sex in a changing room, modelling, Ryou trying on outfits, vaginal sex, mirror sex, teasing, creampie, sluttification, Trans Ryou Bakura, AFAB terms used, trans author, dumbification, filming, filming without consent, porn, vibrators, plugs, sex toys, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, recording, filming, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Femboy Ryou, Slutty Bakura Ryou (how is that not a tag??), Wank and Tell.
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Ryou awoke slowly, moaning softly from the vibrations assaulting him, but he didn't question why the plug inside him now vibrated. Instead, he slowly got up to go about his morning routine. He climbed into the shower, shivering as he washed himself, his skin sensitive. When he dried off, he walked over to his wardrobe to get dressed but frowned. Still nothing he wanted to wear.
He sighed and pulled on the skirt he wore yesterday, some knee-high socks, and a plain blue shirt that he tied into a crop top. Much better. Still, he had to deal with the wardrobe situation.
"Hey, Malik?" He called as he made his way out to the kitchen.
Malik was sitting at the table on his laptop. He grinned when he saw Ryou, eyes practically undressing him. "Hey. What's up?"
"I need some new clothes," Ryou said. "I have a little saved up and I want to treat myself. Would you come?"
"Of course I'll come," Malik said, his lips quirking up. "But only if you let me pay. It can be your early birthday present." Ryou began to protest but Malik waved off his concerns. "I'm serious, Ryou. Let me treat you."
Ryou chewed his lip but nodded. "Alright, if you're certain."
"I am," Malik assured him. "Come on, I can finish this later." He stood up and grabbed his motorcycle helmet. "We can take my bike."
Ryou nodded in agreement and they made their way down to the garage. Ryou climbed onto the bike behind Malik, holding his waist. The seat pressed the plug deeper into him and he hid a moan as the bike turned on, increasing the vibrations assaulting him.
When they reached the mall, they made their way into a few shops before Ryou found one he liked, and they began picking out clothes.
"You should try these on," Malik said, "to make sure they fit."
Ryou nodded in agreement, smiling. "Good idea."
"And you should come out and model them for me," Malik added. "I'll tell you what looks good."
"Thank you." Ryou's smile grew as they made their way to the changing rooms. Ryou stepped into the men's changing room and quickly found an empty stall. He began changing into the various collections of short skirts and dresses Malik had found him and showing him each one.
Malik examined them and made Ryou spin in each one before giving his verdict. Yes to the skimpy black dress that barely covered his ass, yes to the blue plaid skirt of the same length, no to the yellow crop top, yes to the white one with hearts on it.
The plug continued vibrating inside Ryou, and his own slick began to drip down his legs.
When he stepped out in the next outfit, a light blue sundress that was vaguely transparent. His nipples were hard and the dress barely covered his ass.
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When I Snap My Fingers
FanfictionRyou doesn't mind helping Malik out a few times, especially after that- that- what was it? And why is he suddenly in the mood to wear a skirt? OR, a collection of connected NSFW one-shots where Malik hypnotises Ryou.
