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⋆.𐙚 ̊° ࣪ sloomy, (also known as sune)

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[bachibae]

will hugo be a love interest in no escape.... hes so hor plz😢🤤🤤 o and Loki (if thats fine)

mhmmm im guessing loki will be relevant and will defo interact w [name], however im not too sure about hugo since 1. i dont know him that much 2. hes not that relevant in the manga, theres no time to build up much 3. i dont like when authors make everyone be love interests cus it always means the story has no plot since its hard to make it a slowburn and i dont like it when the mc reciprocates literally everyone. BUUUUT they will both be relevant in 'manager-chan' (my other fic) soo yea :) so stay tuned

[joidic]

| Sugar Baby Reader x Mikage Reo 5k words

Synopsis: Meeting Reo at that casino had changed your life completely, jump starting some of the happiest months of your life. He was kind, charming and spoiled you with gifts beyond your wildest dreams. But your relationship is based on money, and when feelings start coming into the mix, you have to make some difficult decisions. You're not sure he'll be able to handle them.

Content Warnings: Sexual Content, Manipulation, Financial abuse? Possessive behaviour, Stalking, Harassment, Coercion, Jealousy.

The hotel's casino is busy tonight. Dazzling, crystal clear chandeliers cast a sharp glow on the plush red velvet carpet below, illuminating the designer footprints scattered all over the floor. The air reeks of opulence and arrogance, young men and women dressed in outfits more expensive than your entire life, stand around and gossip about who's parents are buying new yachts and cars, and laughing at those who seemed to lag behind financially. Even the bar stool you were seated on held a certain level of elegance that made you feel out of place, which wasn't exactly wrong. This wasn't your kind of event, calling yourself "rich" would require a level of delusion you didn't posses, and this gathering clearly required a bank account with a minimum of 10 million yen.

The only reason you hadn't been escorted out by now was because of your friend Mariko, she'd spent the whole of last week complaining about how long you were spending in your room each day, wallowing your monetary sorrows in whatever you could find in your fridge. Mariko refused to hear anymore of your excuses and had dragged you here, borrowing an outfit from another friend of hers and begging her boyfriend to let you come with them. The drive to the hotel's casino was filled with Mariko's laughter, joking that maybe you'd find a "sugar daddy" here to sponsor your life, that was how she'd met her boyfriend after all.

As much as you'd like for that to happen, rich people are weird. And greedy. None of them would ever give you money without making you do something odd for it first, especially since everyone here seemed to be around your age. Sugar daddies were meant to be older, no? A burning stare aimed at your back snaps you out of your thoughts, turning your gaze towards the nearest casino tables you finally spot him. A tall, lean man seated behind one of the tables with his gaze completely focused on you, his deep purple bangs almost obscuring the desire hidden in his amethyst eyes. The light above him highlights the way his deep navy blue suit envelops his muscles. The poker cards in his hand grow slack, he's not paying attention to the game in front of him, even as the people around him try to get him to place more bets.

The man was definitely attractive, but he was staring too hard, it was starting to freak you out. You turn back to the bar, keeping your focus on the cocktail sitting on the table in front of you, pretending the man's gaze burrowing into your back doesn't make you uncomfortable. About five minutes pass when you feel someone take a seat on the bar stool beside you, you don't have to look to know who it is, but you still do.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

His husky voice makes your heart skip a beat, rendering you speechless for a few seconds, all you can do is nod at his question and watch as he orders two more cocktails for both of you. The man introduces himself, charm and confidence oozing from him with every breath he takes. Mikage Reo. You repeat the name in your head until recognition flashes across your features, his parents were rich, like rich rich.

"And out of everyone here… you're speaking to me? I'm sure there are wealthier girls here dying to entertain you"

You can't hide the disbelief in your voice.

He lets out a genuine laugh then, smiling at you when he finally quiets down.

"There's something fascinating about you… I just can't look away"

"Do you say that to everyone you meet?"

He laughs again, softer this time.

"No, just you" He promised

Reo was a smooth talker, he managed to keep you talking for almost an hour, only asking questions about you. You didn't believe it before, but he actually seemed interested in you. He wasn't looking down on you either, which was a plus, money hadn't come up in the conversation more than once. Your peaceful small talk is interrupted when an involuntary shiver runs down your back. Someone was staring at you again, but with a searing hatred that almost made you sweat. A young girl with soft, orange curls sits at one of casino tables, with an empty chair that clearly belonged to Reo placed beside her, glaring at you with the anger of a forsaken wife. She would've been cute if her face wasn't crumpled into that outraged frown.

"Don't pay attention to her. She's just an acquaintance"

Reo's reassurance barely registers in your ears, still staring back at the girl you decide to answer.

"Well your acquaintance is glaring daggers into my back"

You hear him let out a soft chuckle, looking back at him when he leans closer to you.

"If she's making you uncomfortable, we can leave. I know the owner, he could get us a private room here"

You take his hand and watch as he leads you towards a deeper part of the casino, rows of doors lined the hallway both of you walk down. You stop in front of the largest one, dark velvet cushion paired with rich gold metal intimidate you but you still let Reo pull you in.

You weren't stupid. That girl you'd seen wouldn't have actually done anything to you, and you could have easily ignored her. Reo hadn't brought you into this room for protection, it was very obviously for something else. The room's walls are padded with the same cushion that cover it's door, probably sound-proof to protect anyone outside from indulging in what lay within. A solid, dark wood bar sits at the furthest end of the room, catching your attention. A variety of expensive bottles line the bar shelves, sparkling under the glare of the chandelier hanging above you.

The cocktail you'd had at the main bar was alright, the bartender was clearly new and almost spilled your drink five different times. You didn't want to complain and embarrass the poor worker even more so you had kept quiet, trying to hide your disappointment behind the rim of your glass. Now, you could make whatever you wanted, assuming Reo would let you. You grab a few bottles from the shelves, and reach over the counter to see if you can find an ice bucket or a couple of limes. Your concentrated silence is disrupted when you feel Reo's arms wrap around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder, peppering light pecks into your neck. The feeling makes you chuckle, leaning your head closer to his and planting a kiss on the side of his forehead.

"We're alone in a soundproof room… and you're focused on some drink.."

The pouty tone in his voice makes you laugh again, and before you can respond he's spinning you around to face him, pinning you against the bar's counter with his hands firmly placed on your hips. He's closing this distance now, slowly slotting his lips against yours in an electrifying kiss. His hands roam all over your body, eventually finding their place behind your neck in a possessive hold. You carefully shift your leg in between his thighs, grinding against the obvious bulge in his pants and drawing out a loud moan from him. After a while, you push yourself away from him, ignoring the low whine he lets out at the loss of contact.

"I don't give myself out to men for free, y'know…?"

Reo's breathing is ragged now, heavy desire clouding his gaze as he observes you. He drops his head back into the crook of your neck, still rubbing himself against your body as he mumbles in response.

"Anything… I'd pay anything to have you.."

This was your chance.

"30,000.." You're playing with his hair now, lightly teasing him

"That's all-"

"per minute." You knew it was ridiculous, but Mariko had advised you to be bold in times like this. Making unreasonable demands made you more unattainable, rich guys liked that according to her.

"So if you want me for.. an hour, that would be.. around 2 million yen."

Reo doesn't say anything for a few seconds and doubt starts to creep in, worried he would reject your outrageous offer and ban you from the hotel permanently. But he just asks for your bank details, quickly typing something into his phone before your own phone pings with a new notification. It's from your bank, bringing your attention to a recent transfer of…

9 million yen.

"That should be enough for 5 hours, right?"

Both you gasp when Reo finally pushes himself into you, drawing a ragged moan from him as you clench around him. Your back arches off the soft sheets under you while he pounds into you at a speed that renders you breathless. Your knees are pressed to your stomach in an obscene mating press, his bulky arms keeping them in place as he focuses on the way his pelvis slaps against yours. Heavy grunts slip past his lips, throwing his head back, ecstasy written all over his features. Feeling the familiar ache in your stomach, you quickly wrap your arms and legs around him, loudly moaning in his ear as your orgasm crashes through you. Reo cums at the same time, thrusts growing sloppy as he finally spills into you. He doesn't stop moving, slowly prying your arms of his neck as he switches positions, manhandling your tired body until he's satisfied and planting soft kisses on your neck and back.

Your thighs shake with increasing intensity as he quickly drags several orgasms out of you, burying his head and groaning into your neck with tears prickling his eyes as he cums each time. Its been about four hours when you start fading in and out of consciousness, pleasure thrumming through your body, weighing your limbs down into a tired satisfaction. You can't really hear him but you're sure Reo is talking to you, in your wearied daze you can see him rubbing a cool towel across your body, listening to him ask if you need water or anything to eat. You shake your head no and lazily rest your head on his chest when he finally crawls back into bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Only a few days later and you can't seem to stay away, already back in the hotel's red and gold casino, wearing another outfit Mariko had managed to wrangle out of her friend. When you'd told her what happened last week, she had squealed with joy and jumped around your flat until the floor was practically shaking, insisting that you had to come with her again. Much to your own surprise, you'd tried to convince her otherwise, the money you had was already enough to pay a few of your student loans and still buy enough groceries for the next five months, you didn't need to meet Reo again. That just seemed greedy.

"Are you okay?"

You snap back to reality and flash a small smile at the man in front of you, quickly reassuring him that you were okay and still listening to whatever bullshit horseback riding story he was telling. Maybe it was the perfume Mariko had forced you to use tonight but this was now the second man to walk up to you and offer to buy you a drink. The guy was cute enough, a bit self-absorbed, as this was the fourth story he was telling you in the span of an hour, but he kept ordering drinks and snacks for you so it wasn't too bad.

Your thoughts start to stray again, this time to a certain purple haired man. Last time was amazing, you'd rushed out of the hotel room with your shoes bundled in your arms and your legs still shaking. Back then you'd felt bad for leaving so early, and even worse for not leaving your number or anything for him to contact you with. But you had already extorted nine million from him, that amount of money would've never graced your account if not for him and it felt weird expecting any more, even if Reo was ready to give it to you.

Unfortunately, it seemed the universe was looking to torture you, and as your eyes start to scan the room, you notice a familiar tuft of deep purple hair. You think he's looking back at you but his gaze is trained on the man sitting in front of you. The light in his eyes are gone, replaced with a dark look that sends shivers down your spine. The kind of look a wolf would have before pouncing on an innocent rabbit. You're surprised the guy doesn't notice anything, still rambling on about a new car his dad had bought him last week. The pressure in the room builds until it starts to choke you, cutting the guy off and quickly excusing yourself to the bathroom, claiming you needed to fix your hair.

Reo intercepts you on your way there.

"Who's that loser and why are you talking to him?

You fold your arms protectively across your chest and stare at him, his anger already making you nervous. You try and respond to his questions without upsetting him further but he's already speaking up again.

"And why haven't you tried to contact me..? You left without even saying goodbye and now you're already cosying up to someone else. Do you hate me or something? Did I do something wrong?"

"Look, you need to calm dow-"

He's not even attempting to listen to you at all, already grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you with this crazed look in his eye.

"Was last time not enough?? Do you need more money? You should've come to me then, I would've given you anything you asked for. I'm way richer than all the idiots in this room combined, you don't have to talk to anyone else."

Now that pissed you off. Sure, you were in a lot of financial trouble and needed whatever you could get, but you weren't here to find some rich person to leech off of. You weren't that desperate. Quickly recovering from the shock of basically being called a gold digger, you shrug his hands off and push him back a little. Putting a reasonable distance between you two.

"Ok this is a massive overreaction, we slept together once and now you're acting like you own me because you gave me some money. We're not even remotely close enough for you to be this controlling"

The deranged look on his face morphs into something like panic, Reo doesn't let go of you bit his grip on your arms softens as he moves down to hold your hand instead. You try freeing yourself then but his hold on you is too strong, this is getting out of hand. His swift apologies barely reach your ears as you're now more focused on how you can get out of this conversation without too much trouble. He ends his panicked monologue with a ridiculous request.

"Let's make an arrangement then."

"What..?"

Much to your frustration, Reo drags you closer to him, trapping you against his chest as he stares deep into your eyes.

"If you stay with me I'll pay you, any amount you want. 30k, 50k, 100k… roses, diamonds, rubies.. anything."

When he sees the hesitation written across your features, he quickly speaks up again.

"And I'll behave! I promise.. today won't happen again, please.."

This was dangerous. As sweet as Reo had seemed the first time you met him, this side of him should be enough of a warning. It was clear he had issues with things not going his way. Even if you agreed to this, what if one day you did something he didn't like? Would he turn that psychotic behaviour onto you? But the money… your debts were still not fully paid, and if he was offering as much as 100k every time you agreed to accompany him.. you would be living in luxury before you knew it. You take a deep breath and stay quiet for a moment, you had made your choice.

"..Fine." You cut in before he can celebrate. "But I don't want you paying me that much. 50k is fine, and you don't have to pay me per minute anymore.. that's just insane."

You watch him nod enthusiastically, a genuine smile on his face now. He picks you up from where you're nervously standing and spins you around, laughing and promising that you won't regret this, ignoring your panicked shouts begging him to put you down.

Both of you walk back to the main lobby of the casino, Reo's hand protectively placed on your hip. It was probably because he was in a good mood, but he made a show of parading you around the floor, showing you off to anyone he could find. He holds you tighter when you come face to face with the guy you were speaking to before, a confident smirk on Reo's face as he leans closer to you. The uneasy feeling in your chest doesn't settle, even when Reo drops you off at your apartment, promising to call you later.

The sound of your phone's notification snaps you out of your dread filled trance, another bank notification. You'd tried to ease up the pressure on Reo's wallet and negotiated for hourly pay instead, and according to your calculations, you should be receiving around 300,000. Expanding the transfer pop up renders you speechless.

2 million yen.

Everything was going to be fine.. right?

The next few months you'd spent with Reo were actually pretty peaceful. In the earlier days of your arrangement, he would call you out to hang with him everyday and only let up when you'd jokingly threatened to stop talking to him. That was one of the only things you could get him to change about about your relationship. Any complaints you had about gifts were completely ignored; He still sent you a bouquet of white roses every two weeks, and if you ever mentioned wanting to visit another country, you would be in the air by the next hour.

He'd also kept his word and stifled some of his jealous behaviour. It would still flare up from time to time, but only when people dumb enough not to know any better would try and hit on you.

"What are you thinking about?"

You look down to see the man in question, laying his head down on your stomach as he presses soft kisses into your skin. Pristine white sheets envelop both of you, framing Reo's face in a gentle hold that made him look like an angel. You brush a hand through his hair, moving it out of his face as you lazily pinch his cheek.

"I'm thinking about you, silly"

He pouts then, taking your hand out of his hair and planting pecks on your palm as he speaks.

"You're thinking about me when I'm right here?"

"What? Are you jealous of yourself?" You laughed

He laughs along with you, crawling up the bed until he's face to face with you, peppering kisses along your giggling face. You kiss him back after a while, wrapping your arms around his neck while he positions himself on top of you, setting his full weight down on your body. Letting out a short laugh, you push at his shoulders.

"Stop, you know you're heavy"

He doesn't make any effort to move, draping his arm across your chest and burying his face into your neck. You decide to leave him be this time, softly ruffling his hair before letting out a sigh.

"I'm going to miss this"

Reo raises his head up then, voice still low and raspy now laced with a tinge of confusion.

"What?"

"Y'know..? Like when we stop all this" You're also confused now.

"Stop what?"

You place a hand on his chest, pushing him off you and sitting up to look at him, still confused. Your arms flail around as you try to explain.

"This." You insisted, gesturing at the room around you. "This relationship, this arrangement. I'll miss it when we stop, that's all"

The confusion on his face fades into hurt, he scoots himself closer to you, trying to take your hand in his.

"Why would we stop? Things are going good right?"

You huff and shake his hand off yours, placing it on your knees where they're now folded against your chest.

"Come on.. we've been doing this for like.. four months now? How long are you going to keep paying me to be here?"

You quickly speak up again, putting a reassuring hand on his knee.

"I mean I'm grateful.. really. But I have more than enough money to live comfortably until I decide to get a job"

"But why would you want to stop there?" He's raising his voice now. "I give you millions every month, buy you whatever jewellery or clothes you want, take you on trips without you having to ask.. why would you give that up for a 'comfortable' life?"

Something in your gut starts to writhe in discomfort, that possessive glint you'd come to hate was back in his eye now. You try to discreetly shift off the bed but you're too slow, your arm now trapped in a painful grip as Reo watches you carefully.

"What's the big deal anyway? You're wasting money by being with me.. and its not like you're lonely, you could just marry some rich girl and live your life.."

Focusing your gaze on his face, you watch as he cycles through several conflicted emotions. Misery, despair and heartbreak swirling around in the darker parts of his eye. He hangs his head and mumbles inaudibly, speaking up again before you can ask him to do so.

"..Why would I do that when I have you? When I'm madly in love with you.."

Your hand is firmly pressed against his chest now, still trapped in his hold.

"I can't imagine my life without you.. please don't do this"

Your heart feels like its dropped all the way to your stomach, mouth dropping open in shock. You weren't blind. Sometimes you'd catch Reo looking at you with this dazed, unreadable expression, but it would be gone before you could fully register it. Every time you'd seen that look, you'd silently hoped that it wasn't what you thought it was. The room feels like its tilting sideways, and even then you still manage to pick your clothes of the floor and rush towards the door. Only turning back when Reo calls out to you.

"Our relationship was built on money, there's no space for love in that.."

The sound of the door slamming reverberates in your ear even when you're in the safety of your own apartment.

Ding!

Your phone's been going off for three hours now, constantly ringing with missed calls and messages that you were too afraid to look at. Its been sitting in the furthest corner of your room ever since you'd left Reo's mansion that day, you didn't need to check it to know all the notifications were from him.

Ding!

You can already imagine the kind of messages he's sending you. A few days ago, you had made the mistake of reaching for your phone, curious about what Reo could possibly have to say. Your finger started cramping the more you kept scrolling.

Reo hey are you okay? 10:05 AM

Reo I'm really sorry about last time 10:07 AM

Reo please call me 10:10 AM

Phone 5 new voicemails

Reo can we talk? 10:20 AM

Summit Banks ACCT: ******0125 Amt: JP¥5,000,000

Reo that was for last time, i'm really sorry. please just call me are you there? 10:25 AM

You stopped checking your phone after a while, burying yourself under the covers of your bed, trying to filter out the ringing sound. As embarrassing at it is to admit, it took you quite a while to finally block him. You still felt bad for being so harsh that day, and now you were ignoring and blocking him. That guilt soon morphed into a quiet discomfort when you started getting gifts delivered to your door. Roses, chocolates, letters flooded with apologies and promises to behave. Disposing of them only seemed to encourage him. Sitting silently in your flat kitchen became a habit when Reo started knocking on your door himself, you could see him through the peephole, tightly gripping the gifts in his arms with dark circles visible under his eyes.

This had to stop.

A quick call to Mariko was all you needed to secure an invitation to another event at the same hotel this had started at. She had spent the first few minutes on the phone complaining about you two stopped hanging out, even your other friends had noticed how silent you'd been. That brings you back to times when Reo had told you your friends were a bad influence, that they would take you down the wrong path and you were better off hanging out with him anyway. The memory makes you deeply uncomfortable.

You stepped into the casino with an almost unnerving amount of confidence, wearing a colour Mariko said would make you sparkle. That was what you needed this night if you wanted your plan to work, people had to notice you. Just like the last time you were here, you take a seat at the bar, silent… waiting. And soon enough, a man walks up to you, already rambling about his wealth in an attempt to impress you. You start laying it on thick; complimenting him, laughing at his piss poor jokes, whispering in his ear and playing with his tie. You try your best to ignore him when he walks in the room, not paying attention to the miserable look Reo was now sending your way. It was better if he watched this happen, your plan was working.

When you give him the chance later, he does exactly what you thought he would. Reo corners you at the casino bathrooms, not as angry as the last time both of you were here. You watch carefully as he starts trying to convince you to unblock him, apologies spilling from his lips faster than the tears in his eyes. Watch him freeze up as your hand touches his, whispering in his ear that you forgive him and want him to meet you somewhere else while sliding a hotel room card into his hand.

Room 240

By the time you return, the man you were talking to is growing impatient now, just in time too. Scanning the floor to see if you can spot Reo, you quickly placate the man, promising you'll make this worth his while as you take him towards the hotel reception. Luck is on your side today, the receptionist on duty looks new, and they readily agree to create a new one when you tell them you've misplaced your hotel room keycard. A genuine smile spreads across your face as you tell them which room to give you access to.

"Room 240, please"

Looking through a crack in the door, you're very certain Reo is standing there watching you. Though it's hard to see the look on his face when you're bouncing on the lap on the man below you. You're not sure why, but he stands there waiting until its nearly midnight and you finally open the door fully, tired expression on your face. The carpet beneath him is stained where he let his tears fall to the floor, and a crumpled bouquet of flowers lay silently by the door. Doubt starts to creep in but you quickly speak up before he can.

"If I wanted money, I'd just sleep with any rich man. There's nothing special about you that would make me choose you"

The door slams in his face just as he opens his mouth to respond.

Its been months since the last time you'd seen Reo, at least that meant your plan had worked. You still felt bad every time you remembered his tear streaked face, but the peace that followed you everyday was worth it. From time to time, Mariko would call to ask how you were and slip in complaints about how you were too far away from her now. After the whole Reo fiasco, you'd used the money in your account to move to another city, buy a proper house and get a suitable job. You'd even signed up with a new bank, eager to completely start over. Your new job payed well and you were more than satisfied with where you were in your life.

One rose on your front doorstep was all it took to shatter the peace you'd carefully built. At first, you thought it was your neighbour's doing. He was a sweet guy who had gotten into gardening recently, and had a habit of leaving the remnants of his hobbies on your side of the wall. The flower looked like it had been placed there intentionally, but you still brushed it off. It only escalated from there. More and more gifts showed up at your house until you started getting paranoid, it felt like you were seeing bits of purple hair every time you turned a corner. He never interacted with you physically, sticking to gifts and later on, money. You tried not to let greed take over you this time, but whenever you would attempt to send the money back, it would always bounce back into your account.

It took you a while to notice that the amounts of money were the same each time, and it took you even longer to realise that the money was what Reo would've sent if you were still under your old arrangement. This time, he wasn't sending it to compensate you for three or four hours, it was 1.9 million total for every hour of the day. You slowly stopped hanging out with friends, stopped going to work, stopped getting out of bed in the morning. Your days were spent watching notifications pile up on your phone and listening to your neighbour knock on your door, concerned about the rotting flowers and gifts stacking up and blocking the entrance.

The most recent transfer comes with a message, nine words piled neatly into the payment reference box.

"I'll always be with you. You'll always be mine."

idk why it took me so long to write this, im juggling like 3 shitty fics at the same time ;-;

[ilonanan]

hiori yo - humiliate yourself

requested by anonymous

warnings: nsfw (smut), aged up!hiori (18+), public sexual activity (sensual touch), fingering, humiliation, light degradation, ruined orgasm

“shh, quiet now,” hiori whispers into your ear. you barely process the words, as you’re too focused on his fingers.

not the ones that’s currently holding his pencil, wrist and arm laid out atop the desk. you’re focused on the ones below, currently dipping between your thighs and below your skirt. you shoot him a glare as you feel them twitch and feel up your inner thighs, inching closer to your heat. you’re too afraid to move your hands to even attempt to stop him, as they currently are both above the table holding your school supplies.

the teacher rambles on and on about whatever subject that, unlike you—were, hiori is not interested in. instead, throughout the tirade of a school subject that definitely should not discussed as heated as the teacher is now, hiori had his eyes set on you. the way you acted interested in whatever the man had to say, eyes feigning curiosity—he saw the habits that screamed boredom. the way you spun your mechanical pencil between your fingers, having to restart multiple times because you just couldn’t get it to spin continuously. the way you huffed and sighed quietly, but evidently whenever the teacher let a particularly wild take escape his angry mouth. hiori saw the way your eyes clung to his own fingers with the slight nibble of your lip.

he’s not stupid, quite the opposite, in fact. he’s keen, observant, and certainly not blind to the crush you have on him, whether it be off his looks or genuine interest. those coincidental glances that led to eye contact, the sharp inhales in response to the slightest of physical contact, the way you lingered near wherever his presence was near; he noticed it all too well. he’s observed you for this past half hour of a boring class, unproductive in its entirety, stare at his fingers while clenching your thighs and nibble on your lips—inner cheeks—whatever that could ground you to reality. but despite the bored look on your face, he can make out the slightest blush and the sparkle in your eyes, followed by a tiny grin whenever a thought comes across. and with the way you oogle at the poor boy, hiori can deduce that he’s the man of your daydreams as of late.

so, then, it was decided. once the teacher turned his back to the bored-out-of-their-minds-class, who were all either discreetly using their phones, staring at the window, whispering to each other in secret, hiori drew back his arm closest to you, which was previously on the desk. he’s lucky that the desks here are meant for two people, and there’s decent cover on all sides—and that the two of you remain at the very back corner of the classroom. his hand’s sudden withdrawal snaps you back into reality briefly, and you’re back to staring at the teacher who still hasn’t realized no one is listening.

you almost can’t believe you were daydreaming of a guy fucking you mid-class—let alone the guy right fucking next to you. you want to brush off that fact, but the way arousal begins to seep through the thin material of your panties, cute little recently-bought hiphuggers, makes it impossible to ignore. the version of hiori in your head probably isn’t even accurate to real life anyway, or you thought at least.

you sigh and decide to open your notebook, ready to scribble whatever thoughts you have in your head away. but the feeling of fingers creeping onto your thigh halts you in surprise. besides you, the boy with a nonchalant expression who isn’t even looking at you, is hiori feeling you up. your blush deepens as you feel the warmth of his phalanges brush against the sensitivity of your thighs, and how they slowly inch closer.

and now you’re here.

hiori is pushing aside your dampened panties, all while you sit and, you swear it’s not on purpose, spread your legs a little further. surely it’s not because you want this, right? you’re not quite sure, but all contemplation is pushed out of your head when hiori’s middle finger makes contact with your pussy lips. he uses it to drag an upward stroke up to your clit, flicking the poor bud and spreading your arousal to it. the sudden stimulation to your clit has your mouth forming an o-shape. your eyes fly back to hiori’s face, but this time he’s actually looking at you.

you whisper in quite a bewildered tone, “what are you doing, hiori?” your voice comes out hushed and full of stutters as he repeats that earlier motion, allowing your natural lubrication to spread.

“don’t ya worry, honey,” hiori grins at you, “just keep that mouth shut, yeah?”

you want to bite back and retort, but his fingers handle your pleasure so precisely that you’re questioning if he’s done this before. the boy who has sat next to you for the entire year, quiet and polite, and clearly some kind of discreet geek, he’s this skilled with his fingers? you’re left with a drained capacity to think when hiori takes his ministrations a step further, and you stifle back a squeal in response.

you feel hiori prod at your entrance, which leaks arousal and heat straight from your core. what really has you biting back a moan is when he pushes his fingers inside your sopping cunt, wiggling around the appendages to stretch you out. your head drops to the table, consequently hiding both the blush on your face and the way your expression scrunches in pleasure. your mouth opens in a silent moan, and you can feel your arousal dripping onto the hard, plastic seat.

holy fuck. you’re actually doing this—he’s actually doing this. it’s filthy and humiliating, truly straight out of some weird porno fiction. and it’s so fucking hot. you’d be lying if the thrill of getting caught didn’t fuel the heat that emanates from within you—didn’t enhance your pleasure. and you’re not stupid, you can tell it eggs hiori on too. he’s getting off on this—no matter how he tries to hide his erection that builds just from watching you suffer.

your pleasure or your pride.

hiori’s sadistic little mind can’t wait to see what you’ll choose. his mind is full of possible scenarios, all which would serve as hard-earned entertainment in his boring, dull of a life that never even belonged to him. he’s juggling the consequences of the way you two would be caught if you were to choose your pleasure, humiliating yourself just for the sake of feeling good on his fingers vocally. suspension? maybe even expulsion? eh, just gives him more time to game, he supposes. or maybe you do choose your pride over his little attempt at embarrassing you, picking you apart and making a display of what a slut the girl beside him actually is. maybe you’ll actually grab onto his wrist and force him to stop, confront him later after class, and decide to never talk to you again.

nah. hiori already knows what kind of a whore you actually are. he isn’t senseless to the way your hips buck and roll into his fingers, desperately trying to guide you to your spot. your walls squeeze around him tighter with each passing second, and your fingers grip onto his wrist all the same. still, you make no attempt to stop him. at all. you’re getting off on this—you want to cum right here, right now, all over hiori’s fingers right in the middle of a fucking classroom, no less mid-lesson. and you’re grateful, just as he is, that your desk is situated at the very back of the classroom, away from the gaze of everyone.

“does it thrill ya?” hiori whispers condescendingly, designed to break apart the very little resistance you have remaining. he wants you to choose your pleasure—your humiliation. “act how ya please, sweetheart. but i fucking know you’re a nasty brat who just wants to get off.”

you wish you could conceal the way your pussy clenches around hiori’s fingers—and how his words bring you closer to your orgasm. you whine softly in response, just quiet enough that no one else would suspect anything sexual. but hiori almost laughs when he hears it, and he revels in the way your thighs press together against his hand going in and out of your pussy. if the teacher weren’t as outspoken as he is now, the wet sounds of your sopping cunt would be as loud as someone unzipping their bag right about now.

the pleasure and the thrill of the situation has you approaching closer and closer to undoing the knot within you. your pelvis pulses with a desire for that climax that you’ve never experienced before—and hiori chuckles softly at your eagerness. not just from the way you make no attempt to stop him, but because you’ve been pushing yourself into his fingers, subconsciously scooting your chair closer to his this entire time. he can feel the way your walls stutter around him at an increasing rate, and how you get wetter and how your pussy gets louder each passing second. “yeah, that’s right. humiliate yourself, honey.”

you want to let out a loud moan, to whimper, to let out any sound that’ll help you focus. but in truth, you think it’d just make you even more gone. you can no longer hear the words of the teacher and the soft buzz of your classmates—you’re focused on hiori. you’re focused on the pressure that builds up in you, and how your cunt desperately wants to cum.

fuck it. you might as well chase it now.

your hand that held onto hiori’s wrist prior trails down further. your clit has been neglected for a while now, after all. you place your middle and ring finger directly onto the sensitive bud, a soft sigh escaping your lips followed by the rolling back of your eyes. the stimulation to your clit, soft circles on the bud, coupled with how hiori’s fingers pump into you, have you practically writhing in your seat.

hiori fucking loves it. he truly thinks you’re pathetic. “look at her, the slut’s so eager now.” your eyes fall to his, a daze in yours that makes hiori grin like a madman. “keep chasing that pleasure of yours, dirty girl.”

and you happily oblige, increasing both the speed and pressure on your clit. you try to hide the shaking of your legs, praying to god that no one looks back at the two of you. hiori finally decides to stop toying with you, pushing his fingers further in order to reach that spot that’ll really get you going. he wants to turn you into mush, watch that mind of yours push away all ration and go brainless. in turn, the knot inside you tightens with each passing upward curl, stroke, and dirty word that hiori delivers to your cunt. the stimulation to your clit pushes you further to the edge until—ah!

hiori pulls out his fingers just as you cum. your cunt spasms around nothing and the pleasure you felt quickly goes from one hundred percent to only fifty. this bastard just ruined your orgasm. the only sensations you’re left with is the disappointment of your climax, and the weakness your body faces as you come down from the half-assed high. you can’t even shoot back a glare to hiori, as he stares at his fingers below the table, glistening in your arousal. he’s not paying attention to you at all.

you try to call out for him, but he simply smiles at you with the innocence of a dove. but beneath lies a joy—a sadism that chills you to your core, as he wipes the moisture on his fingers against his uniform pants.

“ya might wanna clean yourself up, doll. you look like a mess.” the chair. fuck.

it’s coated with your arousal and cum.

a/n: i’m wet asf

[bachibae]

Anyway yea ive been writing for summer melts. Im js kinda pissed cus i had a lot of drafts planned out and i lost them, but wtv.. next chap soon, im finishing my exams soon so once im in vacations, ill defo write a lot more

[xerraph1m]

HUGOLOKI WEEK - 2026 ⚙️💫

the first and the busiest week I've ever participated in 😭 glad I could keep up with the posting hour and assigned prompt day

[bachibae]

wait... ARE YOU THE ONE WHO MADE THE YANDERE BLUE LOCK??!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED HOLYY

if you mean no escape yes it's me 🥹 IM NOT DEAD NO I ACTUALLY HAVE POSTED A NEW CHAP LIKE PRETTY RECENTLY (? by my standards) n im on the process of writing the next one , kinda off topic but ness n yn beefing is so fun to write

[bachibae]

new manager-chan chap dropping soon yayy . prolly will post on ao3 first instead of wattpad

[bachibae]

is there any way i can mute people's reposts on here without blocking or unfollowing them because its pissing me off a lot dot dot dot

[mulleddivinity]

these aren’t a set or anything but i drew them . kbitty

[bachibae]

iiii i ii i i

[mulleddivinity]

these aren’t a set or anything but i drew them . kbitty

[krilleaterr]

bbbb bachira 🐝

[bachibae]

Nggjfhhfhjfjdjdjdjdskdn hi lol

[mulleddivinity]

only i can do the impossible (only i can survive)

[bachibae]

I love this hello

[bachibae]

Thinking about cross-posting manager-chan on here n wattpad

[crepezinhos]

A Bunny’s Libido

POV: Bunny Iglesias—just as his first name suggests—likes to roleplay as a bunny when he’s fucking. He ends up behaving more closely to a wolf, though, and he for sure has all the physical capability to keep it up for as long as he’s satisfied.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a NSFW oneshot with no plot and not really proofread

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Breeding Kink, Creampies, Degradation + Praising Kink, Predator/Prey Play and Dumbification

— AU is: Up to interpretation

Bunnies are one of the cutest animals to ever come out of evolution. They’re fluffy and big-eyed like cats but their cuteness stands out more because of the fact they’re prey. While cats have sharp claws and teeth that can make you bleed, bunnies are known to be completely harmless to other animal species. Their existence seems to be solely to feed its own predators and appeal to the human taste in cuteness more than anything. So since they don’t have a great, unique defense mechanism and only a cute appearance, it seems that bunnies found their way to survive this cruel dog-eat-dog world through reproduction.

Bunnies who could reproduce the most offspring and quickly thrived more than bunnies who could only birth one or two offspring.

That’s the principle that Bunny Iglesias carried when he was mating with you. When he trapped you on a rigid mating press, where you had no freedom to shift at all because he stood so much taller and more powerful than you, and he thrusted you right where you most liked, Bunny solely fantasized with how much offspring he was putting inside you for you to carry.

It was ironic for a man like Bunny to carry that principle. In fact, his name was ironical on its own. Almost standing 2 meters tall, with the biggest and strongest arms you’ve ever seen in a man and the meanest smile on his face, Bunny fucked you senseless while telling you that he wasn’t tired in the slightest. He had you stuck underneath him to be the victim of his sadistic lust for rawness like a wolf, slowly corrupting a poor female bunny’s mind that he successfully hunted before he could devour its flesh. Only a predator could ever be such a cruel breeding machine like he was being with you right now. Or maybe Bunny does deserve some credit for his name because only a bunny in heat would work this hard to pump his babies inside a female bunny nonstop with zero to little care of how much your body could take of his sperm before collapsing. Bunny Iglesias was truly a wolf in a bunny’s clothing and he fulfills his role perfectly.

It was your fifth round with him at this point and nothing had changed in your position. Bunny didn’t once stop moving at the constant speed he was going with nor did he once cum outside of your poor cunt. From the angle he had you on, you could watch the slow corruption of your pussy. It’d gone from this clean, untouched place to a dirty and mushy mess with the amount of cum Bunny had already spilled and made your body spill too. He was really taking the task of breeding you seriously.

The worst part is that you liked it. Beneath all your shame, you loved to be dominated like this. All you had the right to do in that position was to take him in submissively while he stared at you from above with that annoying grin of his that told you his pride was skyrocketing right now. Weren’t you just the most perfect bunny to breed with?

“You look so cute…” Bunny suddenly added, tilting his head to catch your struggling expression from another pretty angle.

“B-Bunny, I-I cant… think—” You desperately pleaded for his mercy by babbling his name, which he thought was cute and took as a plea for more.

But poor little you was so overwhelmed with distorted pleasure that you couldn’t even talk without babbling all over yourself. Bunny’s grin grew wide at your rolling eyes, clearly enjoying how dumb he was making you look for him.

“You don’t need to think about anything right now.” He smoothly said, completely contrasting your barely communicative state. “Unless its about how much I’m putting my babies inside you right now… Heh.” Then he giggled at the imagination that all that ran through your mind was him and his dick.

And his charming voice only convinced your weak conscience to apreender yourself to him and his raw breeding more and more. Bunny noticed how your legs quickly stopped resisting at all to his rigid press, making your pathetic pussy spread even easier for him to invade. Not that it changed anything, really. Your poor hole was slippery enough for anything to go back and forth inside it. You wouldn’t be surprised if his fist could fit in too, seeing how his thick, aggressive cock had already dilated a good fraction of your hole a long ago. The initial pain of that size difference was long gone, but you missed that pleasurable pain a bit.

“Que buena conejita que tengo..!” Bunny actually laughed at you again, genuinely happy to see your trust on him, but you didn’t mind that humiliation. “Hazlo sola por mí, amor.” Then he suddenly chose to let go of your legs and stood straight.

You followed his orders despite being so weak, smiling dumbly for putting yourself in such a humiliating position—where you held your own wide open for him—like the masochist you were. You were offering yourself like an object to be throughly used by him. A full plate for a predator to eagerly consume. What kind of prey behaved like that to themselves when facing a predator? And of course a wolf like Bunny smiled back at your actions.

“And here I thought you were unconscious…” Bunny patted your head twice to praise your dedication to this whole moment. “Stay still like that for just a bit longer, yeah?” Then that same hand moved down to grope your breast.

Your eyes followed it, liking to be mindlessly touched there as if the way he used your pussy wasn’t enough to make him cum inside you again for the whatever the count was at this point of the intercourse. It was pointless to grope you like that, but he still did it for the sake of power dynamics.

But then your whole body shivered when Bunny’s hand other hand sneaked to your clit while you were distracted, making you hiss when he punched its mushy, puffy core.

“B-Bunny..!” You pleaded for him again… but this time he could tell the reason for it was different from last time. “P-Please…” Your body burned as you failed to express yourself clearly in that position that tired you even more since all your crumbling was being used to hold your legs rather than just worm helplessly under his grip.

“Please what, hm?” He tilted his head, mocking you from that powerful angle above you.

“P-Please fill me up again…” Your eyes almost got wet from tears from the itchiness he caused to your clit, toying with it just perfectly to make you cum with him too.

“What do you think I’m trying to do, hm?” You couldn’t answer his teasing questions at this point anymore.

All left of you was this lustful husk of yourself he’d seduces out of you.

“All I’ve been doing for the last hour is breeding you like crazy and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon yet… Lay still like the good bunny you are and jet me finish my job, okay?” You nodded pathetically, just hoping the moment would come soon enough.

Bunny focused his mind in the task again. He was a bunny, wasn’t he? So he must focus to fuck you and impregnate you just like the real bunnies do on Discovery Channel.

Bunnies in heat have no mercy with the females they’re mating, so neither should Bunny have mercy with you. He needed you to be leaking his semen until the next morning until he could call it a day. No other bunny or wolf could ever lay their hands on you. You were his and only his partner for this season. He didn’t care if that sounded predatory, he was technically still a fully grown human being, and one that didn’t have the happiest background.

But the legacy he carries comes from bunnies. Senseless, maximum reproduction.

Bunny orgasmed inside you again and it burned your sensitive insides once again. Bunny didn’t move an inch. He forced your body to take it all no matter how much you moaned and arched your back to stop your womb from burning. You even had a small tear falling down, happy to be feeling this pain of being a vessel for his offspring.

“Phew…” Bunny breathed out for the first time in some exhaustion once his body finally relaxed from the shaking wave of pleasure that took him, no matter if he was already halfway desensitized to it at this point.

And just by curiosity, he decided to tortuously slowly pull out his dick from you and check up on your body after looking to the side and realizing just how darker the outside world had become compared to when you two first started this.

Plop

That was the sound that came from your pussy finally detaching from him and what immediately followed was a quick and thick pool of cum dripping out of your that remained dilated. It didn’t seem like it had any energy or condition to come back to normal right now and it needed time to recover.

The more seconds passed, the more your pussy let our all the cum that couldn’t fit in your womb and Bunny watched it all in shock and amusement. You were really the perfect mate for heat season.

“Ah. Ahahaha..!” Bunny laughed when he finally realized that your pussy had done its most perfect and dedicated work for him. “Looks like I should’ve given you some breaks in between the rounds, shouldn’t have I? Sorry about that, love…” Despite the apologetic words, Bunny used a finger to gently scoop a fat chunk of the falling cum and push it back in.

It didn’t seem like he was going to stop here.

Taglist: @bachibae

I missed posting an oneshot here, not gonna lie… but I’m still more focused on my longer projects on AO3 and Wattpad. I won’t post with much frequency here at all. I’ll keep posting whichever small oneshots I cook in the way in this page, though, don’t worry about that. ;)

Don’t forget to like and comment if you liked it <3

[steveyockey]

affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them

[bachibae]

manager-chan coded. and if you change work for match you also get first season no escape's [name]

[bachibae]

im feeling in the mood for some femhiori but idk if she'd still be playing football or something more 'feminine' such as ballet.. if her parents rlly want her to be that prestigious itd be the latter cus women's football isnt that popular but i rlly like the idea of femhiori playing football