[Scenario] Hugo Vlad: Yearning Kisses
cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader.
You barely have time to react. One moment you walk past Hugo in the hallway, and the next moment he spins you around and presses you firmly against the nearby wall.
He doesn’t say anything at first. His heterochromatic eyes are burning as he looks down at you. He puts one hand beside your head while the other one grips your waist possessively.
Then the man leans in. His golden bangs fall forward. His breath brushes against your mouth.
You let a sigh at the sensation of his lips on yours. The kiss is slow and deep at first, taking his time as if trying to memorise the shape of your lips.
Hugo releases your waist and guides his hand to cup your jaw, tilting your head the way wants as he deepens the kiss gradually. The leather of his glove is smooth and cool against your skin as his thumb is stroking it gently.
You feel him pressing closer, his chest against yours, as he bends his arm, and now it’s his elbow beside your head. The scent of his cologne surrounds you.
The man’s tongue slips against yours. You can hear a low, barely audible sounds in his throat when you kiss him back.
He slowly pulls back just enough for his forehead to rest against yours as he opens his eyes to look down at your. His breath brushes your lips.
“...My life is yours.”
The confession is quiet, but sounds almost desperate.
Hugo kisses you again before you can even open your mouth to answer anything. The kiss is deeper this time, more desperate. His tongue traces your lower lip, then slides inside your mouth when you open it for him. You can feel a faint scrape of his fangs against your lower lip. A soft, needy sound escapes his throat as he presses you harder into the wall as your feel the warmth of his body against yours.
“I’ve stolen everything I’ve ever wanted,” he murmurs against your lips between deep kisses; his breath is hot. “But you… you stole me first.”
He kisses the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw as he tilts your head for a better access.
“My life is yours,” he repeats, now almost pleading. “Every breath, every heartbeat… Everything. Take it. Keep it. I don’t want it back.”
Hugo leans back to fully look at your face with half-lidded eyes.
But your fingers curl into the collar of his jacket, tugging him back with a silent plea.
His breath hitches and he gives in.
The man’s mouth claims yours into a deeper kiss. His hand releases your face and slides into your hair, and his fingers thread through the strands and cradle the back of your head. The other hand leaves the wall and grips your your waist, pulling your body flush against his.
Hugo makes a low, quiet sound in his throat — half groan, half sigh — as his tongue slides against yours once again. Involuntary you shiver at his another groan — now a louder one — when both of your hands bury into his hair with your fingers slightly scraping the back of his head.
This kiss is slower, but not less intense, it’s lingering, as if he’s trying to pour every unspoken feeling into it.
When he finally pulls back to breathe, his forehead stays pressed to yours. His breathing is uneven. His lips are slightly swollen. The heterochromatic eyes meet yours, and the gaze is both intense and warm.
“My life is yours…” He murmurs once again; the words are almost a vow. “Every singe part of it. Take it. Keep it. Just… don’t let me go.”
His hand tightens in your hair as he kisses you once more, deep and thorough, letting you feel exactly how much you affect him.
