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“C’mon Kris! You can never just humor me for once!”

“Ugh… fine Noelle. It’s not going to work!” 

Noelle giggled and hugged Kris, thanking them. She’d always get hooked on these random topics for a few weeks at a time. Before hypnosis… it was astrology, then it was Cat Petterz 2, then Blood Crushers, and so on. Kris, of course, was always on the end of these, having to endure hours of talking and obsession.

They were fine with it, more than fine actually. Any time spent with Noelle was a blessing in their book, they just wished she chose something else than hypnosis. It was a fad, a ruse; everybody knows hypnosis isn’t real, just something used as a one-off joke in cartoons or… well, porn.

Noelle, who had left the room at some point, walked back in, holding a small black box around the size of a shoebox. Pulling the lid off, she grabbed a small pendulum connected to a silver chain. It looked like a pocketwatch, with a unique and “eye-catching” engraving on the front. Kris would’ve bet money that the website used those words.

Giddily, she took the small pendulum, wrapping the chain around her finger, reciting a small phrase to herself.

“Alright Noelle… thumb and index… 10 feet from their face…” 

Her face was tight with focus, making sure she did everything right. Kris felt an emotion akin to pity. She probably spent money on this useless junk, and she was going to be very disappointed when she found out it didn’t work. Then again, Kris would probably make fun of her for a minute, which always seemed to have an opposite effect, cheering her up.

Kris, who was sitting in her desk chair, folded their arms, waiting for her to start. She blew a few calming breaths in and out, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. Focusing on Kris, she got super close to them, making Kris choke a little and back up. 

Stepping backwards and counting to ten, she stood at full attention, making a full play while producing the pendant into full view, showing it off like she was a promotionist selling cheap jewelry to elderly people.

“Alright Kris! Are you ready? Last chance to back out~!” She said, singing her last syllable. Kris rolled their eyes, dropping their hands to their knees.

“Yeah, sure Noelle, don’t expect a refund when this doesn’t work.”

Noelle held her arm out, letting the pendulum drop and get snagged by the chain she still held firm. Slowly, she started to sway the pendant, slowly increasing the speed over time. 

“Alright Kris, just focus on the pendant and my voice, nothing else…”

Kris nodded, watching the pendant as it swayed back and forth. They tried to focus on the design which, to be honest, did look really good. It was a carved indentation of the Delta Rune with a bunch of thorns sprouting around it.

Noelle must’ve caught onto Kris’ intrigue to the pendant and mistook it for the first part of her “hypnosis” being complete. She couldn’t help but grow a greedy smile across her face.

“Kris… you should start to feel super, super sleepy… just focus on my soft, calm voice…”

Kris had to suppress cringing at that last part. Sure her voice was beautiful, but it was far from calm. She sounded like a Christmas fanatic who found out Santa really was real, her voice cracking in excitement. 

It puzzled Kris greatly. Why was she getting so hyped over some glorified party trick? What exactly was she planning on doing when Kris was supposedly hypnotized? Probably something gross… like eating dirt.

Kris chuckled at their inner monologue. Noelle’s smile beamed as she moved on.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions… answer as well as you can. What is your astral sign?”

Kris almost rolled their eyes. Maybe her astrology stage hadn’t died just yet.

“Cancer.” 

Noelle had forced them to take an astrology test. They were a Cancer, which was supposedly some bullshit about how they were “caring” and were afraid of losing friendships and relationships.

… yeah right…

“What is your favorite food?”

God… what is this questionnaire?

“Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie.”

Her little booklet probably said that the hypnotee would be specific, so why not be specific? 

“Is it hot or cold in this room?” 

Well, cold obviously. The Holiday home was always freezing, you could leave a glass of chocolate milk out and it would turn to ice overnight. As much as they wished, this wasn’t an exaggeration. They really wanted that milk that night, which sucked.

“Cold.”

“Are you hypnotized?” 

Kris had to try extremely hard to not grin. If they were able to sell this, who knows how much they could torment Noelle over this in the future.

“Yes.”

Noelle giddy jumped around. Jesus, she really was testing their ability to not laugh. Wrapping the pendulum up and placing it back in the box, carefully (she probably thought it was extremely valuable now). 

“Okay… okay… calm down Noelle. I could? No… not just yet…”

Noelle had the tendency to think aloud when alone, and Kris’ acting skills must’ve really paid off for her to automatically assume she was in the clear.

“Um… Kris! Hand me my science notebook!” She shouted out, probably a little too loud.

As robotic as possible, Kris turned to their right stoically, grabbing her binder and lifting it to chest level. They probably looked like the player in a shitty retro game, with basic animations as they stood up, passing the notebook to Noelle.

Noelle beamed. She’d never seemed this happy before, and Kris might’ve been losing their mind, but they swore they saw something laced in her eyes. Something… malicious.

“Ah… Kris… take off your sweater and give it to me!” 

Kris swallowed back a nervous gulp. Noelle knew they didn’t like being bare chested around anyone, why would she want them now? It could’ve been morbid curiosity, but this was slowly turning to something different.

Again, robotically, they moved to pull off their sweater. Pulling it high above their head, they discarded it into Noelle’s hands. The way Noelle peered at their chest did not help with their feelings right about now.

Kris watched with focused eyes as Noelle inspected their sweater, lifting it up slightly and…

Taking a huge whiff of it.

Excuse me?

As Noelle lightly sniffed at the sweater, she would peer between it and Kris, looking at their body. It was getting harder to suppress any emotion to this. What were they supposed to do right now? They felt like stopping her, this was odd, but something about Noelle’s actions and demeanor made them morbily curious, wanting to explore this thread completely.

Noelle shifted uncomfortably, she looked conflicted.

“Cheese and crackers… should you really do this?” She quietly quipped to herself. Kris swallowed particularly hard. She walked up close to Kris, and they probably would’ve flinched if it wasn’t for the shock from what immediately proceeded right after.

Noelle spread her body, wrapping her arms tightly around Kris. Kris felt as her hands brushed over their back, feeling the small divot where their spine was. She wove her snout into Kris’ neck, smelling needily at their skin and hair.

Breaking off from their neck, she stared deeply into Kris’ eyes, panting heavily. Kris could tell, something wasn’t right.

“K-Kris… kiss me…”

Noelle. What the fuck?

Despite their inner voice, Kris had that deep feeling tugging at them. They really didn’t want to indulge this even further, but they really wanted to kiss Noelle.

Leaning in, Kris planted their lips upon Noelle’s, looking for a quick little peck, like you did as kids. But as their lips connected, Noelle’s hands cupped Kris’ face, deepening the kiss much more than Kris initially intended. 

Their hands shot up, inches from Noelle’s back to pull her off, but they stopped. If they stopped her, the jig was up. They could let her kiss them for a little longer, right?

Noelle smacked against Kris needily, their teeth clacking together as Noelle gasped repeatedly into the kiss. Before Kris knew it, they were walking backwards from Noelle pushing them. They felt their weight shift in the air before their back hit her mattress. 

As Noelle broke off from the kiss, she looked down upon Kris with heavily, half-lidded eyes. Her arms were pinning Kris’ shoulders against the mattress and her legs were straddling Kris’ waist. They were definitely making a face now, it was undeniable, but Noelle hadn’t noticed, too far up in her own thoughts and desires.

Her face was twisted, deep with some form of shame. Her eyes darted across Kris’ features, almost hyping herself up for what she was about to do. Quietly, with a hushed breath, she whispered softly to Kris.

“I’m sorry… I know you can’t hear me, but I’m sorry. I know you don’t like me back, I just need this, just one time. Please forgive me…”

Before Kris could fully process her words, she was crawling backwards, coming face to face with their pants. Her hands lifted up, fumbling with the zipper of Kris’ pants.

F-Fuck?! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuc—

They wanted to move, do something, stop this from going too far. But something held their body back. It was like they were truly hypnotised, just by their own mind.

I want this, don’t I? I want her to do this to me. To use me. Why does she have to do this when I'm “hypnotised”? Why couldn’t she just ask me? What does she mean by “I don’t like you back”? I do—

Before Kris’ thoughts could continue to run amok, a cold washed over their lower body as their pants were shimmied down to their ankles. They bit at their bottom lip, suppressing the urge to make an inappropriate noise.

They failed, whining quietly as she tugged down their boxers, exposing their half erect cock. Their earlier bout of kissing must’ve worked Kris up a little bit. They shook as Noelle wrapped her hand around their cock.

Carefully she gave Kris a few small strokes, watching in awe as a bead of pre-cum leaked out of their tip.

“O-Oh god… oh my god…” 

The left corner of her lip twitched and curled lightly. Kris felt something cold touch their lower leg and… Noelle was touching herself currently. S-Shit.

Her fingers passed over her wettened cunt, passing across her folds, making her shiver and moan. Her grip on Kris’ length tightened as she pumped a little harder, watching giddily as she felt their cock harder further under her.

Bringing her mouth down, she kissed on top of Kris’ tip, suckling at the few beads of cum leaking out. Her tongue lapped at her lips, cleaning her face as she tasted Kris. It was salty, and slightly bitter, but it was Kris. It felt like Kris, tasted like Kris, this was Kris.

She bit her tongue as her finger rubbed over her clit, making her vibrate a little bit. Leaning down, she parted her lips and took in the tip of Kris’ cock, moaning in an ecstasy filled haze. Kris tilted their head back, moaning quietly from behind their hand. 

As Noelle took in more of Kris, she slid a digit into her begging sex. She hummed in glee as she faithfully pounded at her cunt with her finger, adding another finger after a minute.

Eventually, Kris was fully hilted inside Noelle. She gagged from the tip of Kris’ cock brushing against the back of her throat, making her cough and spewing spit all over Kris’ member. She giggled, which Kris could feel in their cock. 

God… that’s weird and fucking hot.

Noelle bobbed her head up and down, closing her eyes to bask in the sensation. Luckily, as Kris was very clearly not hypnotised, with their mouth biting down on their hand to not make noise.

“Mphn— Kwris…” Noelle moaned out through her mouthful of Kris. Kris gritted their teeth as the remark made them twitch out another line of pre-cum, Noelle instantly swallowing down.

Noelle continued to work dutifully on both Kris’ cock and her own pussy, now leaking and staining her bedsheets. Noelle’s free hand, which was placed on Kris’ thigh, squeezed hard. Her moans grew higher in pitch and frequency, and now that Kris’ cock was sufficiently lubed up, the pace she was going at was building Kris up, fast.

Her mouth puckered and tightened around Kris’ shaft, making them whimper. Their thighs spasmed out as they involuntarily bucked their hips up, making Noelle gag. It only worked to fuel the fire in her stomach.

Oh my… am I really doing this? Gagging and slobbering all over my best friend's cock, when they aren’t even in control? This is… this is wrong. 

But I can’t stop now…

Noelle worked her mouth with diligence, making Kris grip the bedsheets hard. After a particularly deep thrust of her mouth, Kris moaned quietly. 

“N— hnn… Noelle.”

As their voice quivered, they whined and came. They spurted out thick globs of cum, filling Noelle’s mouth. Noelle, who had been thumbing at her clit this whole time, moaned at the feeling of Kris filling her mouth, discharging all over her bed.

Kris, finally emptying their load into Noelle’s mouth, relaxed their muscles, falling back on the bed. Noelle carefully pulled her mouth off of Kris. Now out of her daze, she looked between Kris and their cock, then her body, and then underneath her, where she had came.

Her face soured as a small drop of cum dribbled out of her mouth. Holding a hand up to her mouth, Kris watched as tears started to well in her eyes. She quickly dashed off the bed, rushing to the door and walking out.

Kris, more concerned about Noelle, forgone cleaning themself before pulling their pants and underwear up. They left her room after grabbing their sweater, which had been discarded long ago and putting it on, following her quietly as she ran into the bathroom.

Peering through the doorframe, they watched as she reeled, throwing up Kris’ cum and her lunch into the toilet. After clearing her stomach, she cried softly on the floor, curled up into a ball.

“W-Why? Why would you do it… you can’t take that back— it’s just…”

Looking up, her face turned mortified seeing Kris standing above her. She watched in horror as Kris walked over to the toilet, closing the lid and sitting on top. They folded their hands together, looking at Noelle.

“I… I was never hypnotized.” 

[TWO WEEKS LATER]

“Hey Noelle, you remember when you thought you hypnotized me and ended up sucking me off?”

“... what do you want me to do?”

Kris chuckled, “Eat that dirt.”