Naturally, you wanted to say no. That was the first and most logical thought in your mind once prompted. Yet, “…Maybe.” is all that exits you.

“I don’t like maybes,” Hugo shoots back at you.

To which your eyes roll. “Well, I just gave you one.”

“Tch.”

He finally presses his middle finger down hard against your clit, making your hips squirm as his face angles down into the crook of your neck.

The movement allows you to feel how hard he is behind you—cock pressing up angrily against all his clothes. He could probably fuck you with the fabric on if he wanted to—yet somehow he managed to act as if none of this was driving him just as insane at it was driving you. Slowly, one of his other fingers meticulously move to tug your panties to the side.

Your breath catches embarrassingly against your lungs and his nose nuzzles into your skin as he takes a slow and steady inhale of your scent. If possible, Hugo would suffocate himself in your smell just to bring himself impossibly closer to you. After all, the concept of personal space is quiet lost to him when it concerns you.

Hugo’s free hand meets the inner left side of your leg and he pulls you further open. Then his mouth finds your skin and he hushes his words out against you in a low sear, “It’s like the attitude comes with a pussy this wet.”

Smack!

His hand had moved so fast that you flinched upon the sudden impact of him giving your cunt a rude strike. “Am I right? Do you always get this frustrated when you’re turned on?”

Another smack is earned before you can even answer. Then he’s soothing the sting over with a short ‘n slow glide of his fingers—massaging the area only to slap at it again seconds later.

Your voice jumps out of your throat shakily to respond to him, “F-Fuck, no?”

“You’re confused,” His hand gestures to hit your glistening folds again but he stops himself just before the sharp contact, and instead curves his hand to cup your pussy into his palm. “Here, grind on my hand while you figure your thoughts out.”

Before you move without thinking—something you’re rather known to do around him—your head shakes, “That’s n-not gonna help.”

Hugo scoffs. You’d had some habits of your own, and it seemed pointing out the obvious to him was one of them. Especially in times like this where he’s got you all hot, bothered, and flustered.

“I know. But that’s what you wanted, no?” He whispers, watching how your hips roll forth with the sound of his voice.

Any second now and surely you’d feel the nasty patch of precum his tip had drooled through the few fabrics between your bodies.

A curve finds itself in your back as it arches, and the steady bump ‘n grind of his warm palm against your pussy causes your voice to air out to something even whinier. “I wanted you to put your fingers inside me, Vivian.”

“Patience, chérie.” He coos, leaning his head up just to kiss the side of your face whilst you squirm in front of him. “You know how I love a good game.”

You wanted to groan or find some better argument to throw his way, but then only thing you manage out are words grumbled in between your own moans, “Pleasuring me shouldn’t be a game to you.”

“And yet…” Hugo’s hand grips the entirety of your cunt and you soak embarrassingly against him—clenching all stupidly around nothing.

“Vivi—“

He finally shifts his hand and two fingers circle around the outskirts of your entrance exactly three times before he plucks one of them in.

The squelch that your hole sobs out is nothing short of sinful, quickly making his hips move on their own to grind his dick forwards against your body. Then Hugo groans, but it’s arguably the softest noise you’ve ever heard—as if a whine had bargained to escape along with it.

A series of moans including his name pour out of you, and if it wasn’t obvious that you’d been waiting for this for a while (it was), then it damn sure is now.

Hugo slides in a second finger and your eyes nearly cross just from how thick a mere two digits feel thrusting into you. His chin finds your shoulder to rest on and he looks down just to watch his fingers disappear inside your greedy cunt—each thrust swallowed up with one squelch louder than the last.

“Thereee we go,” His tongue swats out to wet his lips and control himself from drooling. “I see why you had so much attitude for me now.” The fingers inside you halt for a couple seconds, and then he’s scissoring them against your walls, “You’re so tense in here.”

Your hands end up pawing at the bulk of his arms and his cock twitches. You were falling apart in front of him and he was loving every second of it.

“That feels so good-,” You were trying to whine out to him, but you’d end up choking on your words as his body grew impossibly closer to yours.

His fingers dove into your pussy faster and your juices were spilling out everywhere, the rapid pace forcing you to push back against him and lead you two sandwiched.

“I know, I know. You tried this on your own earlier, didn’t you?” Hugo questions all of a sudden—right as his fingertips jab at that spongy little spot inside you.

Your brain freezes and your jaw falls open, “H-Huh?”

He found it ridiculously cute how you pretended not to know what he was talking about.

“Oh, you thought I wouldn’t find out? Bunny told me—that bastard.” And roommate. “Said he heard you in our room. Why do you think I dragged this out so long?” His fingers are yanked out of you all too abruptly. Then he’s spanking you again, “You think I like having to punish you for touching what’s mine without permission? Hm?”

You were hardly keeping up with him at this point. The clothing between your bodies did nothing to stop you from feeling how his cock reacted to your every gasp and moan, and it got increasingly hard to think straight whenever he started speaking to you like that.

A slip of drool is painting itself an uneven little line against your skin as it slips downwards towards your chin, “V-Vivi—“

“Ohh, don’t Vivi me. You were just begging me for this. Surely you don’t whine for things you know you can’t handle?” Hugo’s fingers stop spanking you only to fuck something utterly rude into you, “Unless all those filthy imaginations of my cock inside you scrambled that silly head of yours? Is that it?”

Your lashes bat and you try shifting yourself to sit up or something, but all you’re met with is his unfairly study frame behind you. It was like having your back slammed up against a brick wall. “I c-can’t—“

His hand is holding your jaw before you can quite comprehend it and he’s angling your face further up to meet eyes with him. Hugo’s brows are taut again, “Can’t what? Think? Yes, I know. But I don’t need you to do that anymore. Just cum, cheire. Cum on my fingers. I know you want to.”

You’re nodding within his grip and he’s nearing your mouth so he can swallow up every little noise that escapes you. Even the drool on your chin gets licked up within the next few seconds.

Hugo alternates between fingering you and spanking your poor cunt over and over again until you’re clenching around him too tightly for the transition to be as easy.

Then he’s curving his fingers inside you and literally inhaling each of your escaped breaths before saying, “You’re still thinking too hard. Didn’t I tell you to cum?”

You moan immediately and he shuts you up with a kiss—relishing at how you pliantly finish on his fingers seconds later.

Against your mouth, he’s grinning. And when he inches away so that you can breathe, you hear him whisper, “That’s my girl.”

Naturally, you wanted to say no. That was the first and most logical thought in your mind once prompted. Yet, “…Maybe.” is all that exits you.

“I don’t like maybes,” Hugo shoots back at you.

To which your eyes roll. “Well, I just gave you one.”

“Tch.”

He finally presses his middle finger down hard against your clit, making your hips squirm as his face angles down into the crook of your neck.

The movement allows you to feel how hard he is behind you—cock pressing up angrily against all his clothes. He could probably fuck you with the fabric on if he wanted to—yet somehow he managed to act as if none of this was driving him just as insane at it was driving you. Slowly, one of his other fingers meticulously move to tug your panties to the side.

Your breath catches embarrassingly against your lungs and his nose nuzzles into your skin as he takes a slow and steady inhale of your scent. If possible, Hugo would suffocate himself in your smell just to bring himself impossibly closer to you. After all, the concept of personal space is quiet lost to him when it concerns you.

Hugo’s free hand meets the inner left side of your leg and he pulls you further open. Then his mouth finds your skin and he hushes his words out against you in a low sear, “It’s like the attitude comes with a pussy this wet.”

Smack!

His hand had moved so fast that you flinched upon the sudden impact of him giving your cunt a rude strike. “Am I right? Do you always get this frustrated when you’re turned on?”

Another smack is earned before you can even answer. Then he’s soothing the sting over with a short ‘n slow glide of his fingers—massaging the area only to slap at it again seconds later.

Your voice jumps out of your throat shakily to respond to him, “F-Fuck, no?”

“You’re confused,” His hand gestures to hit your glistening folds again but he stops himself just before the sharp contact, and instead curves his hand to cup your pussy into his palm. “Here, grind on my hand while you figure your thoughts out.”

Before you move without thinking—something you’re rather known to do around him—your head shakes, “That’s n-not gonna help.”

Hugo scoffs. You’d had some habits of your own, and it seemed pointing out the obvious to him was one of them. Especially in times like this where he’s got you all hot, bothered, and flustered.

“I know. But that’s what you wanted, no?” He whispers, watching how your hips roll forth with the sound of his voice.

Any second now and surely you’d feel the nasty patch of precum his tip had drooled through the few fabrics between your bodies.

A curve finds itself in your back as it arches, and the steady bump ‘n grind of his warm palm against your pussy causes your voice to air out to something even whinier. “I wanted you to put your fingers inside me, Vivian.”

“Patience, chérie.” He coos, leaning his head up just to kiss the side of your face whilst you squirm in front of him. “You know how I love a good game.”

You wanted to groan or find some better argument to throw his way, but then only thing you manage out are words grumbled in between your own moans, “Pleasuring me shouldn’t be a game to you.”

“And yet…” Hugo’s hand grips the entirety of your cunt and you soak embarrassingly against him—clenching all stupidly around nothing.

“Vivi—“

He finally shifts his hand and two fingers circle around the outskirts of your entrance exactly three times before he plucks one of them in.

The squelch that your hole sobs out is nothing short of sinful, quickly making his hips move on their own to grind his dick forwards against your body. Then Hugo groans, but it’s arguably the softest noise you’ve ever heard—as if a whine had bargained to escape along with it.

A series of moans including his name pour out of you, and if it wasn’t obvious that you’d been waiting for this for a while (it was), then it damn sure is now.

Hugo slides in a second finger and your eyes nearly cross just from how thick a mere two digits feel thrusting into you. His chin finds your shoulder to rest on and he looks down just to watch his fingers disappear inside your greedy cunt—each thrust swallowed up with one squelch louder than the last.

“Thereee we go,” His tongue swats out to wet his lips and control himself from drooling. “I see why you had so much attitude for me now.” The fingers inside you halt for a couple seconds, and then he’s scissoring them against your walls, “You’re so tense in here.”

Your hands end up pawing at the bulk of his arms and his cock twitches. You were falling apart in front of him and he was loving every second of it.

“That feels so good-,” You were trying to whine out to him, but you’d end up choking on your words as his body grew impossibly closer to yours.

His fingers dove into your pussy faster and your juices were spilling out everywhere, the rapid pace forcing you to push back against him and lead you two sandwiched.

“I know, I know. You tried this on your own earlier, didn’t you?” Hugo questions all of a sudden—right as his fingertips jab at that spongy little spot inside you.

Your brain freezes and your jaw falls open, “H-Huh?”

He found it ridiculously cute how you pretended not to know what he was talking about.

“Oh, you thought I wouldn’t find out? Bunny told me—that bastard.” And roommate. “Said he heard you in our room. Why do you think I dragged this out so long?” His fingers are yanked out of you all too abruptly. Then he’s spanking you again, “You think I like having to punish you for touching what’s mine without permission? Hm?”

You were hardly keeping up with him at this point. The clothing between your bodies did nothing to stop you from feeling how his cock reacted to your every gasp and moan, and it got increasingly hard to think straight whenever he started speaking to you like that.

A slip of drool is painting itself an uneven little line against your skin as it slips downwards towards your chin, “V-Vivi—“

“Ohh, don’t Vivi me. You were just begging me for this. Surely you don’t whine for things you know you can’t handle?” Hugo’s fingers stop spanking you only to fuck something utterly rude into you, “Unless all those filthy imaginations of my cock inside you scrambled that silly head of yours? Is that it?”

Your lashes bat and you try shifting yourself to sit up or something, but all you’re met with is his unfairly study frame behind you. It was like having your back slammed up against a brick wall. “I c-can’t—“

His hand is holding your jaw before you can quite comprehend it and he’s angling your face further up to meet eyes with him. Hugo’s brows are taut again, “Can’t what? Think? Yes, I know. But I don’t need you to do that anymore. Just cum, cheire. Cum on my fingers. I know you want to.”

You’re nodding within his grip and he’s nearing your mouth so he can swallow up every little noise that escapes you. Even the drool on your chin gets licked up within the next few seconds.

Hugo alternates between fingering you and spanking your poor cunt over and over again until you’re clenching around him too tightly for the transition to be as easy.

Then he’s curving his fingers inside you and literally inhaling each of your escaped breaths before saying, “You’re still thinking too hard. Didn’t I tell you to cum?”

You moan immediately and he shuts you up with a kiss—relishing at how you pliantly finish on his fingers seconds later.

Against your mouth, he’s grinning. And when he inches away so that you can breathe, you hear him whisper, “That’s my girl.”

Naturally, you wanted to say no. That was the first and most logical thought in your mind once prompted. Yet, “…Maybe.” is all that exits you.

“I don’t like maybes,” Hugo shoots back at you.

To which your eyes roll. “Well, I just gave you one.”

“Tch.”

He finally presses his middle finger down hard against your clit, making your hips squirm as his face angles down into the crook of your neck.

The movement allows you to feel how hard he is behind you—cock pressing up angrily against all his clothes. He could probably fuck you with the fabric on if he wanted to—yet somehow he managed to act as if none of this was driving him just as insane at it was driving you. Slowly, one of his other fingers meticulously move to tug your panties to the side.

Your breath catches embarrassingly against your lungs and his nose nuzzles into your skin as he takes a slow and steady inhale of your scent. If possible, Hugo would suffocate himself in your smell just to bring himself impossibly closer to you. After all, the concept of personal space is quiet lost to him when it concerns you.

Hugo’s free hand meets the inner left side of your leg and he pulls you further open. Then his mouth finds your skin and he hushes his words out against you in a low sear, “It’s like the attitude comes with a pussy this wet.”

Smack!

His hand had moved so fast that you flinched upon the sudden impact of him giving your cunt a rude strike. “Am I right? Do you always get this frustrated when you’re turned on?”

Another smack is earned before you can even answer. Then he’s soothing the sting over with a short ‘n slow glide of his fingers—massaging the area only to slap at it again seconds later.

Your voice jumps out of your throat shakily to respond to him, “F-Fuck, no?”

“You’re confused,” His hand gestures to hit your glistening folds again but he stops himself just before the sharp contact, and instead curves his hand to cup your pussy into his palm. “Here, grind on my hand while you figure your thoughts out.”

Before you move without thinking—something you’re rather known to do around him—your head shakes, “That’s n-not gonna help.”

Hugo scoffs. You’d had some habits of your own, and it seemed pointing out the obvious to him was one of them. Especially in times like this where he’s got you all hot, bothered, and flustered.

“I know. But that’s what you wanted, no?” He whispers, watching how your hips roll forth with the sound of his voice.

Any second now and surely you’d feel the nasty patch of precum his tip had drooled through the few fabrics between your bodies.

A curve finds itself in your back as it arches, and the steady bump ‘n grind of his warm palm against your pussy causes your voice to air out to something even whinier. “I wanted you to put your fingers inside me, Vivian.”

“Patience, chérie.” He coos, leaning his head up just to kiss the side of your face whilst you squirm in front of him. “You know how I love a good game.”

You wanted to groan or find some better argument to throw his way, but then only thing you manage out are words grumbled in between your own moans, “Pleasuring me shouldn’t be a game to you.”

“And yet…” Hugo’s hand grips the entirety of your cunt and you soak embarrassingly against him—clenching all stupidly around nothing.

“Vivi—“

He finally shifts his hand and two fingers circle around the outskirts of your entrance exactly three times before he plucks one of them in.

The squelch that your hole sobs out is nothing short of sinful, quickly making his hips move on their own to grind his dick forwards against your body. Then Hugo groans, but it’s arguably the softest noise you’ve ever heard—as if a whine had bargained to escape along with it.

A series of moans including his name pour out of you, and if it wasn’t obvious that you’d been waiting for this for a while (it was), then it damn sure is now.

Hugo slides in a second finger and your eyes nearly cross just from how thick a mere two digits feel thrusting into you. His chin finds your shoulder to rest on and he looks down just to watch his fingers disappear inside your greedy cunt—each thrust swallowed up with one squelch louder than the last.

“Thereee we go,” His tongue swats out to wet his lips and control himself from drooling. “I see why you had so much attitude for me now.” The fingers inside you halt for a couple seconds, and then he’s scissoring them against your walls, “You’re so tense in here.”

Your hands end up pawing at the bulk of his arms and his cock twitches. You were falling apart in front of him and he was loving every second of it.

“That feels so good-,” You were trying to whine out to him, but you’d end up choking on your words as his body grew impossibly closer to yours.

His fingers dove into your pussy faster and your juices were spilling out everywhere, the rapid pace forcing you to push back against him and lead you two sandwiched.

“I know, I know. You tried this on your own earlier, didn’t you?” Hugo questions all of a sudden—right as his fingertips jab at that spongy little spot inside you.

Your brain freezes and your jaw falls open, “H-Huh?”

He found it ridiculously cute how you pretended not to know what he was talking about.

“Oh, you thought I wouldn’t find out? Bunny told me—that bastard.” And roommate. “Said he heard you in our room. Why do you think I dragged this out so long?” His fingers are yanked out of you all too abruptly. Then he’s spanking you again, “You think I like having to punish you for touching what’s mine without permission? Hm?”

You were hardly keeping up with him at this point. The clothing between your bodies did nothing to stop you from feeling how his cock reacted to your every gasp and moan, and it got increasingly hard to think straight whenever he started speaking to you like that.

A slip of drool is painting itself an uneven little line against your skin as it slips downwards towards your chin, “V-Vivi—“

“Ohh, don’t Vivi me. You were just begging me for this. Surely you don’t whine for things you know you can’t handle?” Hugo’s fingers stop spanking you only to fuck something utterly rude into you, “Unless all those filthy imaginations of my cock inside you scrambled that silly head of yours? Is that it?”

Your lashes bat and you try shifting yourself to sit up or something, but all you’re met with is his unfairly study frame behind you. It was like having your back slammed up against a brick wall. “I c-can’t—“

His hand is holding your jaw before you can quite comprehend it and he’s angling your face further up to meet eyes with him. Hugo’s brows are taut again, “Can’t what? Think? Yes, I know. But I don’t need you to do that anymore. Just cum, cheire. Cum on my fingers. I know you want to.”

You’re nodding within his grip and he’s nearing your mouth so he can swallow up every little noise that escapes you. Even the drool on your chin gets licked up within the next few seconds.

Hugo alternates between fingering you and spanking your poor cunt over and over again until you’re clenching around him too tightly for the transition to be as easy.

Then he’s curving his fingers inside you and literally inhaling each of your escaped breaths before saying, “You’re still thinking too hard. Didn’t I tell you to cum?”

You moan immediately and he shuts you up with a kiss—relishing at how you pliantly finish on his fingers seconds later.

Against your mouth, he’s grinning. And when he inches away so that you can breathe, you hear him whisper, “That’s my girl.”