CL♡SE THE DOOR AND OPEN UP TO ME | vivian hugo x reader
❥ summary: watching sex scenes in movies are awkward, especially when watching them with people. but the temporary image of their euphoric faces leaves you with a throbbing feeling and a thought: did it ever feel that good like in those films? how would it feel like if you ever engaged it with your footballer boyfriend? ‘guess you’d have to find out. (in which hugo accidentally stumbles upon your search history filled with porn videos)
❥ a/n: haven’t wrote for blue lock in like…three years but hey ive never guessed a 6’1 frenchman would drag me back to this god forsaken fandom. yes, this is also based on the song. THIS IS A LONG ONE BUT BEAR W ME PLEASE, THIS TOOK ME LONG ToT
❥ pairing: vivian hugo x fem!reader
❥ cw: 18+ [n]sfw, mdni, prn with plot, no use of y/n, virginity loss, oral s*x, f*ngering, protective s*x, size difference, reader is kind of a secret freak ;0, reader cries from shame for a bit, lots of kissing, making out, they both tried french kissing like losers, reader is in university, yearner hugo agenda
movie nights are always something you’d look up to, especially after weeks or months of non-stop grinding for project and class requirements. you swore, your eyes were nearly peeling off your face by the time you were able to click ‘submit’ to the final assignment that’s been making you lose your mind for months in your current semester.
university life is always equally exhausting; rest days are gems you would claw your way through to get, but they exist for a brief period before time passes and you’re back moving to society in an endless cycle.
gah, you were thinking like this again…
you weren’t always a negative thinker, you never considered yourself one. negative thinking makes you submerge in endless thoughts that distracts you from what you’re originally doing, and frankly, you don’t have time for it no matter the situation.
besides—three days! it was a lucky scratch off from your hard work. three whole rest days where you could just relax and take a breather, maybe even nap throughout the weekend or go out, do some yoga…or maybe invite your athletic boyfriend over to keep you company..
but, what’s a better way to spend your rare three-day rest days spending time in the comfort of your own home?
well…that was originally the plan.
the next thing you knew, three of your closest friends from campus barged into your door, smiles wide on their faces with the thought that they had succeeded in surprising you first thing at 7pm after your shift from your work. you had to admit, it did work, considering the reaction you wore when they first appeared on your front door, though, perhaps you should’ve seen it coming..
one of them had texted you earlier about a movie she stumbled across online that was going viral for its tension. according to her, the reviews were “so-so”, but it was obvious how she was only interested because of an actor in the film whom she found hot. it was whatever, not like it mattered, and it wasn’t like you hated your friend for it.
unfortunately for you (and fortunately for her), the movie happened to be available on one of the streaming services you were faithfully paying for every month. sure, house bills were more important, but it wouldn’t hurt to have some sort of system of enjoyment.
and speaking of enjoyment…the characters on the screen were most definitely enjoying themselves in sweat-stained sheets and loud creaks of a bed.
truthfully, there was nobody to blame here about it; neither of you knew there was going to be bed rocking involving the two leading roles in the film, and frankly–it wasn’t odd that a film with a 6.3 imdb review and a few 5 stars from women who had only watched the film to see the main actor’s abs, was going to have a steamy sex scene involved with it.
do you agree the plot was worth it? nope, and safe to assume there was barely any plot, but at least this scene alone managed to at least grab two minutes of your attention.
your living room was dimmed (“to strengthen the theatric atmosphere”, one of your buddies said), leaving only your television and fairy lights to illuminate the surrounding area that was bright enough to show where the snacks and drinks are. two of them were closely cuddled next to each other, giggling and whispering how awkward the two main leads must’ve felt when acting this part.
the third one among your group; was sat close to you on the couch, her head lying on your shoulder as she sipped slowly from her diet coke cup. she didn’t seem impressed by the scene at all, a face of distaste written all over her expression as if the diet cola’s taste was gone thanks to all the ice she tossed in her cup.
who wouldn’t be? there was nothing more awkward than watching a sex scene with your friends, when all came to have a good movie night whilst pointing at the tv and laugh.
and you? well…you’d be lying if you say you weren’t intrigued by the subtle and suggestive touches from the screen.
the scene had set the mood just perfectly for an intimate setting; dim lighting, faint light from the windows with the white curtains dancing from the wind, skin on skin with intertwined fingers, quiet atmosphere, and all more. hushed moans and kisses lingered between them, with the lead actor licking a small stripe up on the actress’ sweaty neck, followed by a small praise.
you shivered, and your friend must’ve felt so as she turned slightly to look at you.
“you good?” she asked quietly, only you could hear her from the constant giggles from your other two. you immediately shifted your position, adjusting your sleeve as you nodded. there was no way this scene was making you feel tingles.
“y-yeah, all good. just the cold,” you quickly came up, trying to act cool when you know you’re not. gosh, you should’ve just slept for the day. but then again, your friends would’ve totally still woken you up for this movie. your friend snickers, quick to adjust herself back on the comfort of your shoulder.
“told you this film would be worth it. i doubt this scene will last longer, we’re only halfway through.”
the small bicker between them exchanged quickly, back and forth. your friend beside you joins in with no hesitation, laughing at their stupid conversation with a relaxed chortle. if only your head was just as relaxed as theirs when a sexual segment like this plays out; but you were just a little dazed by the intimacy.
why? well, for one: you were a “curious” virgin. two: you have a boyfriend, though the two of you were yet to decide if it was finally the right time to have sex. and three: you hate to admit that the thought of having sex must feel like heaven if women make those kinds of noises from fluttering touches, and thus– you were feeling frustrated with the lack of bold intimacy between the both of you. did that make any sense?
it wasn’t like you were blaming your boyfriend–hugo, for the lack of sexual intimacy between the two of you. sure, there were small suggestive hand touches here and there, but taking it slow was always something you two wanted in your relationship, and the thought of immediately wanting to have sex was just something that never crossed his mind, it wasn’t something he registered as appropriate to quickly do with you.
he wanted to take his time, and you find it sweet of how his efforts are with including both you and his career in football; you didn’t mind waiting for the right moment either with someone like him who was so patient, so thoughtful, so honest, so…huge–
a small fit of chuckling escapes your friend beside you. meanwhile, you had your fucking thighs pressed together from the sudden noise erupting from the screen. three and less minutes of a movie sex scene, your ass…
the two main leads press themselves against one another, the actress wrapping her arms comfortably around the actor’s neck while he covers her neck in faint kisses, his breathing soft against her ear before pressing a small kiss. it was more intimate than sexual, but it was enough to get your imagination swimming in endless thoughts.
did it really feel that good? they’re sweating in that heated room, yet all they could focus on was chasing that release together. wouldn’t it be uncomfortable pressing sweaty skin together like that?
they seem to be clingy rather than letting each other go. and the feeling, god–the feeling…how did intimacy really feel like together with a partner you know you want so badly? was it better than masterbaiting? (you didn’t want to tell hugo you masterbaited to the thought of him touching you a lot). also, was it true you bleed for the first time?
oh god, the thought was terrifying but you couldn’t help but want it to happen. the touches, the kisses, hushed whispers and pleasure slowly building, just made you wish you had your virginity taken…
you nearly slap yourself to focus back on the film in front of you. not here, no right here in front of your friends…seriously, you ought to watch porn online after this shit.
and after nearly five minutes of watching two people fuck in front of your friends, the movie finally cuts back to a new scene, returning to the original plot (in this case, you have already forgotten).
a sigh of relief threatens to escape your lips, but you hold it in with a stretch instead. yeah, never again…never again are you letting one of your buddies decide which movie to watch at your place.
that simpleton of a film really left you opening a new tab on your laptop, not even five minutes after your friends left.
okay, with full honesty, you had always been curious with the thought of sex ever since one of your other friends gave you the ‘sex talk’. or maybe you had gotten curious ever since hugo entered your life, who knows? all you know at the moment, you have found yourself typing in a porn website with red ears like a teenage boy discovering it for the first time. there wasn’t anything wrong with it, more people search up porn more than you, so what gives?
positions, toys, genre preferences…in the world of sex, you’re practically a fish out of water, but boy–was there a lot.
riding, creampies, doggy style, missionary…
you let yourself blink twice while scrolling down the web of thousands of videos. did hugo have any preferences when it comes to sex? was there anything specific he wanted to see you in? does he want you tied up? kneeling between his legs? there are hundreds of options, but you find yourself more focused on discovering things you never knew you were into.
getting gagged, seeing girls get their ass slapped until the redness formed, blindfolds and–fuck machines? the human mind evolves too fast when it comes to the topic of pleasure, and it seems you were no different.
your mind was stuck in a daze, almost as if your brain was drooling with all this new images displayed on your screen while you mindlessly clicked on one video with a woman having her throat fucked. didn’t that hurt or was it apart of the fantasy?
this was stupid. what were you even doing, searching up kinky porn? you should be reviewing for future lessons on the next term, not whatever this was. maybe it would’ve been better if you focused more on going out? yet through each scroll of your mouse, you could feel that familiar throb between your legs numb you while you watch the girls in the videos enjoy themselves.
one footage you (accidentally) clicked on, shows one woman getting herself choked while she bubbles out incoherent nonsense, dick plunging in and out of her hole as if that was her source of life.
you gulped, feeling your saliva slide down your throat.
another click of your mouse.
next one had a man this time, bound in ropes; wrists together while his girl shamelessly rode him from above; the pace relentless, that you swore you might see the bed breaking anytime soon. her head rolls back, a sign of evident euphoria written across her eyes glimmered with tears. you had to suck in a breath, never realizing that your hands instinctively went between your plush thighs to satisfy the lingering feeling.
shit…it would’ve been ten times better if it were his hands. hugo’s hands were much more bigger, thick fingers that laced with yours whenever you both headed out for a stroll, something that was difficult to ignore.
god, you’re so pathetic for thinking like this. hugo had told you dozens of times if there was anything you needed to say, don’t hesitate in telling him because he was sure he’d understand anything you’re going through (and by means: “going through” as in your sexual frustration).
but then again, how the hell were you supposed to be sincere in letting him know you want to be fucked by him? pointing a gun to your own head was much simpler. not to mention how his body was just the perfect candidate for the fantasy you didn’t know you were building up.
maybe you needed real advice.
just as you were about to switch off another tab, another footage began to play.
“HORNY BITCH GETS DICKED DOWN AND DEGRADED! SHE SQUIRTS QUICK!!”
yeah, how the fuck were you going to tell him all about this now?
hugo: u there?
im currently heading over to your place.
one misconception you’ve assumed about hugo was that he avoided too much surprises. you were someone who assumes he prefers telling you right before doing anything he suggested as he ‘respected’ your thoughts. yet now, you find yourself standing face to face with him, who was standing right in front of your doorstep, a small box of macarons, transparent in hand, his face as flat as ever as his dark eyes stared right down on you (or maybe he was staring down somewhere else); just seven minutes after he texted you.
was it just you, or did he get even more muscular than he was before? somewhere between the curve of his jaw or arms, or perhaps it was the way his jacket looked more bigger than it was. it was either something definitely changed about him, or you were just extremely horny after watching adult content non-stop for the past 15 minutes before his sudden arrival.
hugo’s hair was somewhat drenched, small droplets falling off his long lashes, but he wasn't fully soaked from the afternoon rain. his eyes were piercing…no, wait, that’s what they usually look? fuck, you need to get ahead of yourself, what the hell is up? hugo looks just fine. there was nothing different.
crap, you forgot to put on a goddamn bra…
not to mention, your hair was a mess, and all you got on was a white spaghetti strap top on, and a pair of shorts; something you always casually wear when you’re home alone, which you usually are.
great, just fucking great…the least thing you could do now was pretend you weren’t scrolling through hardcore porn minutes ago.
a surprised smile found its way onto your face as you adjusted your top, surprise still visible. “vivian! w-when…how are you here so fast, you just texted like–seven minutes ago? also, did you run here? your hair’s dripping.” it was probably a stupid way to greet your boyfriend after three days apart, but the question slipped out before you could think of anything better.
hugo let out a quiet breath through his nose before holding up the small pastry box in his hand, offering it to you. you accepted it carefully.
“oh! you shouldn’t have, really, i still have some chouquettes in the fridge…”
"just a little treat for the both of us." his voice was as calm as ever. "as for your question... i was already halfway here when i sent that message. i was originally planning to surprise you."
‘well, it wasn’t a surprise now, was it?’ you thought to yourself.
"but i figured there was a chance you weren't home, so i texted just to make sure." he paused for a moment. "and no, i didn't run. i found somewhere to wait before it started raining."
his gaze then shifted toward the warmth of your apartment.
"...may i come in? It's cold."
at least he was honest. you stepped aside, giving him a huge space for him to pass through as he enters your place, and shuts the door behind him after.
your apartment wasn't where the two of you usually spent time together. every now and then, sure, but more often than not do you end up at hugo's place. his apartment was bigger, more comfortable, and somehow always felt a little quieter, which is unsurprising as he was pretty well off thanks to his football career. you'd lost count of how many evenings you'd spent there, curled up on his couch or absentmindedly leaving little trinkets around that somehow never made their way back home.
you were pretty sure he liked it that way.
setting the box of macarons on the table, you nudged aside the basket of fruit your grandma had dropped off earlier that morning, insisting your place needed "a bit more life." from the corner of your eye, you watched hugo shrug off his damp coat by the door.
he pushed the heavy fabric from his shoulders before running a hand through his rain-soaked hair, shaking loose a few lingering droplets. a slow breath escaped him, almost inaudible, before he finally looked up and made his way over to you who was adjusting the small mess on your kitchen table.
“i’m sorry, the place is kind of a wreck. my friends came by last night for a movie marathon, i didn’t get a chance to clean after they left earlier.”
to be frank, the place was indeed kind of a disaster.
the glass cups your friends used for their diet coke and pepsi were still lounging on your sink, the bags of unfinished chips still rolled up on your table; waiting for somebody to finally finish it, and some of your pillows from your bedroom were still lying on the living room couch, evident that they never belonged there in the first place. was hugo used to seeing your house a wreck? sometimes, but it’s usually ‘college-load’ type of wreckage.
he places his hand on yours, touch gentle before bringing it up to his lips for a quick peck at your knuckles. “i don’t mind, chérie. no need to apologize.”
“still…i should’ve at least picked up a little clutter around. it’s my fault for reading the message late..”
“like i said, i don’t mind at all. i could help you around in removing the small mess, if that’s what you want.”
patience had always been one of hugo's best qualities.
you'd admired it long before the two of you started dating, and even now, it still left you wondering what he'd seen in you to begin with. sometimes, you were convinced he'd overestimated you somewhere along the way.
you caught yourself before your thoughts could spiral any further. reaching for his hands, you wrapped both of yours around them with a quiet giggle. “It’s fine! It’s not too much anyways. it won’t take long, i swear. besides, it’s a little embarrassing to let you work and pick up mess around my place.”
hugo opens his mouth, ready to argue, yet you quickly beat him to it. “you should wait in my room for a bit. i’ll just set some things aside then i’ll get to you once i’m finished, that okay?”
“i’m fine with waiting. but are you sure you don’t need an extra hand?”
“i told you before; i’m fine! you should focus more on drying those lashes of yours, they’re dripping more than your hair.”
with that comment, hugo’s fingers subconsciously lift to feel his long lashes, feeling a damp droplet fall on his thumb and forefinger. huh…’guess his teammates weren’t exaggerating about the eyelashes. but he was used to them being pointed out anyway.
“i didn’t think it was that bad..”
“it’s a joke. there’s towels in my room if you want to use any. they’re in my closet drawer, go help yourself.”
if your eyes were cameras, that blank little look on his face would've already been immortalized. it was the expression he wore whenever something caught him off guard; not dramatic enough to be obvious, but just enough for you to notice.
your boyfriend had never been particularly expressive, yet his eyes always seemed to say everything his face didn't. his gaze lingered for a beat before dropping to below (on your lips? you weren’t so certain). whatever he had been about to say stayed unspoken. instead, he gave a small nod and quietly made his way toward your room.
the moment his footsteps faded down the hallway, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding.
you were moving before you could think twice, weaving around the living room as you gathered whatever had been left behind. half-empty bags of chips found their way into the trash, abandoned glasses disappeared into the sink, and the bowls your friend had filled with cheetos were stacked neatly in your arms. wedged between the couch cushions, you even found one of your friend’s scrunchies, the one she’d been whining about on her way out of the door.
you really should've cleaned up before hugo arrived.
not that your apartment was in complete disarray; it wasn't. there weren't clothes strewn across the floor or dishes piled high in the sink. it was simply lived in. the kind of mess that inevitably followed a long evening spent with friends. still, you couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. you weren't usually this untidy, and of all days for hugo to stop by, it had to be one where your living room looked like it had only just recovered from hosting company.
after setting the dishes aside, you made your way towards the couch to grab the pillows from your bedroom, ones that were comfortably lying on the couch. god, they smelled like your friend’s shampoo..your nose scrunches.
in hindsight, you probably could've asked hugo to carry these back to your room if he was so insistent on helping. giving the pillows a quick pat to dust them off, your thoughts drifted elsewhere.
was your room clean? a frown etches on your face as you were trying to picture it in your head. you honestly couldn't remember. maybe you should've checked before telling hugo to wait there. your friends had practically barged into your apartment, insisting on a movie night because one of them swore this film was worth watching. spoiler: it wasn't.
well…the plot wasn't. it had turned out to be little more than two hours of painfully unnecessary sex scenes stitched together by the occasional excuse of a storyline. if only you focused more on alone time, then maybe–
you froze, your grip tightening around the pillow.
movie night..that movie..your room, your laptop–
you never closed your goddamn laptop.
the pillow you were holding was already on the floor with a dull thud before you even arrived to your room, eyes wide in panic like an ice bucket of water was just thrown over your head.
this was the worst, this was just the worst!
scrambling feet were already carrying you down the hallway before your brain had fully caught up. the apartment blurred past in your peripheral vision, your pulse pounding loud enough to drown out your own thoughts. you reached your bedroom door in what felt like seconds, hand fumbling for the doorknob before wrenching it open.
the bedroom door flew open with a loud creak, the handle striking the wall with enough force to make the framed pictures beside it rattle. you stood frozen in the doorway, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths with a few loose strands of hair fallen across your face, though you hardly noticed them. you were too late.
hugo stood quietly beside your desk, his attention fixed on the glow of your laptop screen. at the sound of the door and the call of his name, he turned to look at you.
there had to be some scientific explanation for people vanishing into thin air. quantum physics, parallel universes, spontaneous human combustion, or maybe an explanation that the backrooms exist..anything. because if there had ever been a moment to disappear without a trace, this was the perfect moment to do so.
your brain short-circuited. without another thought, you lunged across the room and snapped the laptop shut with a sharp clack, the noise from the device also disappearing along with the footage. the color from your face drains, leaving only a visible crimson from shame.
there was silence for a moment between the two of you.
should you say something? something to clear the awkward air that was thickening around you both. but, what was there to say?
your mouth parted, only for every excuse that came to mind to wither away before it could leave your lips. what were you even supposed to say? you couldn’t just wave this off like it was nothing, your boyfriend just stumbled upon your porn session videos.
you could hear the loud thump from your chest, small beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead. you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at hugo, look at the expression of his face from the ungodly discovery he just walked in on your room when this was supposed to be a normal day.
at this point, you much preferred if your room was the aftermath of a tornado rather than this, because at least it was something you could clean up. yet before anything exits your mouth, hugo spoke, voice calm despite the alarmness your mind was going through.
“you seem to be in a hurry to do that.”
if only jumping off was a decent reply to that.
you finally turn to look at him, voice tumbling, trying to find the perfect reply to clear the air for yourself, but the nervousness etched at your throat stopped you.
“i–it’s really not what it looks like, i-i was just…i can explain..” the words stumbled over one another before collapsing into complete nonsense. hugo watched you quietly. there was no judgment on his face. if anything, he looked thoughtful.
you avoided his gaze, eyes darting anywhere but his as you bit your bottom lip. he responded, voice casual like this was nothing. “you don’t have to,” he says.
“i just wasn’t aware you were into that.”
your soul left your body. your eyes slowly lifted to meet his. hugo was already looking at you, his expression as composed as ever, save for the faint curiosity lingering in his gaze.
“i-it’s not that, i-i was just…”
the single word slipped from his lips before you could finish, gently cutting off whatever excuse your panicking brain had been trying to piece together.
hugo sits down slowly at the edge of your bed, eyes still stuck to yours before sliding onto a now-closed laptop on your study desk. you swore you found the end of his lips lift a little. was he finding this funny?
“c-can we just…” your hands found its way towards your face before you could even realize, shame taking over your head. “...can you pretend you never saw it?”
hugo tilts his head, puzzled by your reply. “and why is that?”
“because..! is it not obvious??”
“i do not understand what is ‘obvious.’ ah, do you mean the pornography website that you had open, or…?”
you turned your face away, groaning on your palm. he said that so casually while you were dying over here from embarrassment.“please don't say it out loud."
"alright. the adult website?"
"the one left in the open?"
the room fell silent. you pressed your burning face deeper into your palms. "you're saying it so casually..."
"i wasn't aware there was another way to say it. is there a way to say “bdsm” in a lighter term?”
you could feel the smile on his face as he said that. not once in your entire life had you imagined you'd find yourself in a situation this mortifying. hugo's gaze lingered on you. somehow, in your desperate attempt to escape the conversation, you'd backed yourself against the closet beside your desk.
your face had long since turned a dangerous shade of red, and beneath your breath, you continued mumbling something unintelligible to yourself as if repeating the same few words enough times would somehow make this nightmare disappear. he blinked. just as he was about to speak, your voice beat him to it.
the apology came out barely above a whisper, nearly smothered behind your hands. hugo frowned, not out of disappointment, but confusion.
you gave the smallest nod. unable to bear looking at him any longer, you slowly slid down the closet door until you were sitting on the floor. your knees drew close to your chest, both hands still stubbornly shielding your face as though hiding from him might somehow undo the last five minutes.
hugo stares at you, surprised how easily you accepted the outcome. he shortly crossed the short distance between the two of you and stopped just in front of you, offering a hand without a second thought. he hadn't expected you to be this embarrassed to be caught for something so common (at least, he thinks is common).
the moment he places a comforting hand on your shoulder, the tension in your body eased ever so slightly, a quiet breath slipping past your lips. your hands, however, remained firmly over your face.
no reply. hugo rubs over your shoulders. “hey, look at me.”
still no answer for him. he wasn't quite sure how to coax you out from behind your hands, nor did he want to force you before you were ready. still, seeing you shrink into yourself like this tugged at something inside him. he truly hadn't expected this to affect you so much. the thought settled quietly in his mind. hugo leaned in with quiet care.
he tipped his head slightly, his lips brushing the edge of your ear as he spoke in a voice barely louder than a breath.
the whisper sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. his hand paused against your shoulder.
“i’m not poking fun at you, i swear. i don’t think less of you, everyone has things they'd rather keep private. i understand that."
crap, this was too much for you.
a large hand reaches up, hugo's fingers curled lightly around one of your own, gently coaxing your hands away from your face instead of forcing them. you simply let him.
his touch was impossibly gentle, lingering just enough to make the knot in your chest loosen ever so slightly. a strange warmth settled low in your stomach, subtle but impossible to ignore. hugo carefully managed to pry one of your hands off your face, finally taking a glimpse of your reddened expression. he pauses.
your eyes shimmered beneath lowered lashes, the faint gloss along your waterline catching the afternoon rain light before a single tear had the chance to fall.
were you about to tear up?
by the time you realized he had saw your glistening eyelids, you ducked your head again, nearly burying your face against your knees with a muffled groan.
a quiet hum escaped hugo, “it is."
you let out a long, defeated sigh. “you're not helping."
despite yourself, the corner of your mouth threatened to twitch, only for your embarrassment to catch up with you all over again. hugo's hand remained where it rested on your shoulder, his thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth. after a moment, he spoke again.
you peeked at him through your arms. he exhales out of his nose, gaze meeting yours.
"why do you look like you're about to cry?" there wasn't a trace of teasing in his voice, only concern. you quickly shook your head.
your confession came out in a whisper. "it's just...t-this is really embarrassing."
you gave the smallest nod.
"you weren’t supposed to. i didn’t want you to have the wrong idea."
silence settled between you again, though this time it felt gentler. hugo lowered himself to the floor beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. “the wrong idea?” he repeated. you nodded without lifting your head. you feel your boyfriend pull you closer next to him, his hand never retreating from your shoulder.
“what idea would that be?” he asks you. you frown, “you know.”
you wish you could let out another groan, yet at this point–you’re feeling tired having this conversation back and forth when all you wanted to do was just forget about it. “you’ll think i’m...weird.”
hugo’s eyebrows drew together. “for watching porn? i don’t. and i don’t understand why i would,” his answer came so naturally that, for a second, you wondered if he'd misunderstood you instead.
you finally raised your head, eyes locking on him instantly as he stared at you with soft hues. “i don't see anything unusual about someone your legal age watching adult videos in the privacy of their own home. i imagine most people do when there aren’t anyone around.”
“then what seems to be the problem?”
you finally released the groan you were holding back in your throat, fingers rubbing your temples. “that’s not what i’m talking about. do you even understand what i’m trying to say here?”
“then what are you talking about?” hugo turned toward you completely, giving you his undivided attention.
well, what now? this was an opportunity to explain yourself about what he saw on your laptop, give him a bright reasoning on what you were exactly embarrassed about, and why specifically ‘rough sex’ on the porn video he saw. heck, he probably remembered exactly what had been on the screen.
the urge to bury your face in your hands returned almost instantly. You had to physically stop yourself. “just…y-you saw the kind of video it was…it wasn’t exactly tame..” you tell him. a faint flush crept across the tips of his ears, subtle enough that you almost thought you'd imagined it.
“ah, i see. you don’t think it’s normal?”
a breath escaped you, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh of disbelief. rain continued to patter softly against the windows, filling the silence that settled thickly between the two of you. you kept your eyes fixed on the floor. even without looking, you could feel hugo watching you, like a mix of both admiration and interest.
after what felt like an eternity, he shifted closer. his arm brushed yours before settling comfortably against it, the quiet touch grounding enough that some of the tension in your shoulders eased.
it came out in a whisper that made the end of your hairs stand. your face turned to him as quick after he asked that. was he fucking insane? “i-i’m sorry?”
“i said, did you enjoy it? the video you left open, i mean.”
your pulse stumbled. for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. he asked it so naturally that it almost made you wonder if he realized what he'd just said. heat rushed to your face all over again. without thinking, you found yourself inching away from him, your heart hammering against your ribs as if it were trying to escape your chest.
“did that come out odd?” was all he says when he noticed your sudden distance. “i mean it genuinely.”
you shook your head. “n-no, it's just…it was a sudden question. i...don’t know how to answer that.”
“so you’re also confused about what it made you feel?”
“wha–wait, why are you asking that? that's... that's not what we're talking about. i don't care about that. well, i do, but—"
you stopped yourself with an exasperated sigh.
"you weren't supposed to see it, okay? it was just...really embarrassing having it out in the open like that."
you couldn't bring yourself to say anything more. the conversation had been going in circles for what felt like forever. at this point, you were exhausted, and maybe it was better to end it here, tell him to forget the whole thing, pretend this afternoon had never happened. just as you opened your mouth, hugo spoke.
"then perhaps i should show you mine as well."
"my browsing history. specifically the porn i’ve consumed.”
he said it with such quiet sincerity that it took your brain several long seconds to process what he'd actually proposed.
he adjusts his position, finally removing his hand off your shoulder. "if we've both seen something private, then we're even."
today couldn't possibly be real. you searched his face for even the slightest hint that he was joking. there wasn't one.
hugo sits up slightly, his hands crawling down to his pockets before fishing out his phone. you could see the glow from his screen, lock opening before scrolling through the apps.
oh fuck, was he serious? you practically lunged at him, your hand catching his wrist before he could tap another thing.
“w-wait! vivi, what are you doing??”
he paused immediately, looking back at you with the same composed expression he'd worn this entire conversation. “showing you my browsing history. it's only fair i show you too, yeah?”
"you can't just say that like it's normal!"
a faint crease appeared between his brows. "i thought it would make you feel better."
"you seemed worried that i'd judge you."
"then if you know i watch them often, too..." he cocks his head, the tiny strands falling down his forehead as he did so. "...wouldn't that make us even?"
all you could do was stare at him.
hugo blinks, expression never changing.
“why do you look surprised that i do watch? in this nature, i’m still a man, you know?”
your face heats up, immediately lost for your own words, and he chuckles softly. it was almost hard to believe this was the same man who finds enjoyment in reading blank books during his free time
“i’m just joking. but, you know what i mean. i wouldn’t mind showing you everything either. so, you wanna see it?”
somehow, none of this did anything to settle the unease twisting in your stomach. if anything, it only made you more aware of everything around you. the rain still drummed softly against the windows, filling the room with its steady rhythm, yet the air between you had somehow grown warmer. or perhaps...it was just you.
only then did you notice the way hugo was looking at you, not intensely, simply...looking.
the spaghetti strap you mindlessly thrown on comfortably after your friends left earlier suddenly didn't feel quite as comforting as it had before. sitting this close to him left little to the imagination, and for the first time since this conversation had started, you became painfully aware of just how little space separated the two of you.
if you leaned forward even an inch–
“can i ask you something?”
the words left your lips before you could even realize. hugo’s gaze never left yours, not even the slightest (they’ve always been looking at you, no one else).
“have you…thought about those things before?”
he doesn’t answer for a brief moment, almost like he was looking for the right words to your question. “thought about what, cherie?”
“sex,” you finally mustered.
hugo leans back, eyes finally leaving yours as he leans on the closet behind the two of you. he heaves out a slow breath, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, “do you want an honest answer?”
you’ve never nodded so quickly in your life. he looks at you for a split second, all before returning his gaze to the small poster in your bedroom, displayed right in front of the opposite direction.
your breath got caught from the confession.
hugo kept going. “it’s a common thought for couples like us. whenever i watch videos like that, i think of you.”
your hand grips tighter on your knee, so hard you felt like you left visible marks.
the rain had never been more louder than before, accompanied by the small tick of your vintage clock. the silence drowns you both, leaving the raindrops as the main eyewitnesses to everything going down. you could feel your cheeks flush, the thoughts in your head running all sorts of words.
hugo just opened up into telling he thought of you when jacking off. the thought made your head spin.
finally, you break the ice. a small giggle escapes your lips, grabbing his attention. “you’re impossible…”
“sorry. was the answer too weird?” he asks you.
you shake your head, attempting to stifle your own giggles. “n-no, it’s just…i didn’t expect you to answer so honestly. maybe too honestly…how are you not shy about this?”
“well…you asked. why would i shy away from my partner when you’re the person i naturally have to open up to?”
"i know." you groaned, dropping your forehead against your knees for a second. "that's not what i mean."
hugo waited. you let out a small sigh before peeking back up at him.
"i just didn't think you'd say it so casually."
"i-i don't know!" you laughed again, your face warming all over. "most people would at least hesitate before dropping something like that."
he considered your words for a moment.
"but i did hesitate,” he replies, voice soft. “i wasn't sure if hearing it would make things easier or embarrass you even more.”
you weren’t sure if it was either your head, heart, or even the tingling between your legs made you think of your next reply. your fingers idly play with each other, eyes gleaming with an unnoticeable twinkle of need. your lips pressed together.
“it’s fine. for what it's worth, i do the same.” you tell him, voice in a hush, blending in with the soft patter of rain.
“when i watched the videos…i ended up thinking of…you, too.”
god, you were hopeless. or maybe the two of you were. your thumb brushes over your knuckles.
“we’ve..never really talked about this topic, didn’t we? i just think the moment will come eventually when fate decides…when it happens, then it happens. so, i never tried to bring it up, but now we’re both here, and..” you sigh.
“..and we’re talking about this. i guess i was just afraid you'd think i was impatient or needy…which..." you rubbed the back of your hand, almost like you were warming yourself from the increasing cold from the rain, unable to hide the sheepish smile creeping onto your face.
"...wouldn't exactly be wrong. maybe i have thought about sex for a while, and the videos just..”
hugo doesn’t reply, his stare lingering for as long. one of your hand crawls up to cover your crimson face, mind in disbelief for your sudden admission. maybe you did think of him through the entire time when searching up porn. was it out of curiosity? sure. sexual frustration? perhaps. likely, it was a mixture of both in your head.
though the confession felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, you still couldn’t help but feel ashamed. and maybe, the embarrassment dwelled on you enough because the topic of sex never came between you and your boyfriend before. however, it was already here, along with the cold rain asking you to warm up somewhere before it gets colder.
another moment of silence anchors the room. this was just the perfect moment to stop on what was ahead, discuss this next time when the time is right, and just maybe…
the quiet murmur barely reached your ears. his body shifts, pulling one of his knees near his chest to rest his arm on.
yes, this was fate, he thinks. this was meant to happen, and the timing had felt too right. this is just what destiny worked for him.
“may i be honest again?” hugo’s voice cuts through your thoughts. you turn back to him, and he was already rubbing his face. he dragged a hand slowly over his face, exhaling a breath that sounded just a little less steady than the ones before.
“you're making it difficult for me to keep pretending i'm unaffected."
for once, his composure shifted, you noticed it. his finger twitches, like he wanted to reach out and hold you, but was simply holding himself back. you only became aware of how close you'd drifted sometime during the conversation; close enough that your shoulders brushed whenever one of you shifted.
your heart stumbled. it wasn't just you anymore. for the first time that evening, hugo looked restless.
his fingers flexed once against his knee before settling again. even his breathing had lost its usual unhurried rhythm. most people probably wouldn't have noticed, but you'd spent enough time loving him to recognize it immediately. he wasn't as composed as he wanted you to believe anymore.
“may i ask you something else?”
your gaze searched his face. there it was.
the slight tension in his jaw, the careful rise and fall of his breathing, the uncertainty quietly waiting behind eyes that had been so calm all evening. that question was just the opening for you.
without a word, you nodded your head.
hugo doesn’t hesitate anymore as his hands were immediately on your face; his thumb brushed lightly along your skin before he leaned in, giving you every chance to pull away if you wanted. you didn't.
the distance between you disappeared a little at a time until your foreheads nearly brushed. you felt his breath before anything else.
"...chérie," he murmured, barely above a whisper. then, finally, his lips met yours.
you’ve kissed hugo before; when greeting him, on walks, afternoons with pastries, or even after hugs. the kisses you’ve shared with him were nothing out of the ordinary. his lips weren’t chapped, just as soft as yours whenever they meet, clasping like locks. it was just a sign he loves you just as much as you loved him.
yet this one was different.
maybe it was everything the two of you had confessed moments ago or maybe it was the way he'd looked at you before asking, or the uncertainty hidden beneath his usually calm expression. whatever it was, the kiss lingered just a little longer than usual.
there was no rush behind the way he kissed you, no urgency to claim more than you were willing to give…at least you thought it would stay like this.
then it changes. a small gasp escapes your mouth when he deepens the kiss, your heart giving an uneven beat. when your fingers found the fabric of his collar, curling there without thinking, you felt him pause for the briefest second.
his hands start moving, fingers crawling its way to your jaw, down further to your waist until it meets with your bare thighs. hugo pulls away for a brief moment, only to dive back in, not giving you a moment to breathe like you were his source of air.
shit…this feels good, was all you could think. how can a kiss feel so good? as if you were drowning in the feeling..
your hands unknowingly pull him closer, head tilting to fit your mouths more better to deepen it. it was like you were in a haze, your mind fogging up with nothing else but him. you want him to consume you whole, devour you, have his hands all over your skin…finally have the opportunity to be open with him..
he pulls away after what felt like an hour with your lips, a small strand of saliva connecting your tongues to finally catch air. your hands were still curled to his top, breath panting heavily, eyes half-lidded, mouth agape as you take in the chance to breathe as you take in the sight of him. hugo wasn't much better off.
his cheeks were flushed, strands of damp hair clinging to his forehead from the warmth that had settled between you. even when the rain had gone colder, the tension had made him sweat a bit.
the steady calm you'd always associated with him had softened into something quieter. his breathing was uneven, his gaze lingering on you with an openness that hadn't been there before. for the first time, he looked completely undone. you couldn’t help but reach your hand up to brush the strand of his hair off his forehead, chest still heaving.
he leans to your touch, like a cat receiving the affection of its owner. hugo presses a slow, light kiss to your inner palm, eyes closing before opening them back up to meet your gaze.
you’ve always believed hugo wasn’t the most expressive individual, but his eyes tell more of the tale; and you were right. his eyes glimmered with something laced with both intimacy and need. he leans in again, kissing the spot beneath your ear that makes you sigh.
another kiss, this time further below your jaw and on the bare skin of your neck. he breathes out your name. your arms instinctively wrap around him, eyes closed as you let him continue to scatter kisses on skin. at this point, you barely noticed how much you were shivering from the contact of his lips on you rather from the cold.
hugo pulls away gently, hand brushing your hair off of your face before kissing your jaw, then back up to the opening of your lips. you finally let the whimper out of your throat, and you feel him quiver. the kiss this time wasn’t out of patience, but of need, lips smacking openly in your room. you hold onto him tighter, hands gripping on his biceps, and in return–hugo pulls you closer, bringing your chest to his until he felt your breasts squeeze against him.
large hands grip the back of your neck to pull you in deeper, another hand thumbing its way from your hip to your waist. your brain hangs when his hands sneak its way beneath your spaghetti top, heated fingertips touching your bare waist and pressing your skin to pull the whimpers off your throat.
cocoa, you thought to yourself. he tasted like cocoa. cocoa similar to the chocolates he eats when it was on eclairs he enjoyed consuming. he tasted sweet, with a small salty flavor from his lips.
the two of you pull away once more, hooded eyes speaking louder than words. he wanted you too, his eyes says, just as much as you needed him. thank the stars you finally opened up to him.
this was the moment fate wanted you both in.
hugo pushes his head down, letting out the (probably) 7th sigh of the day before burying his face between your chest. you paused, your arms still around him while you pat his back.
“ever since you opened that door..”
he buries his face further down, his ears tipped red. “ever since you opened that door, wearing this…i’ve been losing my mind, don’t you see that, cherie? you’re always making me lose my mind, ‘ts not fair..”
so it wasn’t just you. it wasn’t just you who was feeling frustrated about the missing intimacy, the want of skin against skin from the one you love. hugo had been holding back just as you were. this entire time, you both were equally losing your minds.
your hands finally moved, adjusting to hold his face and make him look at you. hugo lets you, eyes looking like they’ve been hypnotized by the mere sight of your glimmering hues.
“just tell me if you want to..” was all he replied, almost like he knew what you were about to tell him. your breath hitches, thumb lovingly brushing against his cheek. hugo’s thumb also waits idly above your hip, skimming up and down as he awaits your answer, almost sounding like he was begging.
there was a thin thread just holding above you both, and one pull was enough to make everything happen; you just needed to say it. you could barely register the sound of the rain anymore, the sound of your vintage clock, or even the sound of your own heaving breaths. all you could focus on was the way your boyfriend stared at you.
one second passes. then two.
the thread had clearly already been pulled the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face between his collarbone and neck.
“please, vivian…” your breath shakes. “i want to try…with you..”
that was all he ever needed.
he slowly stands, his hands on yours before gently pulling you up from the floor. you had forgotten you guys were there the entire time, but none of it matters now.
your legs wobbled by the time you stood, breath still uneven from the deep kisses the two of you shared just moments before, yet it didn’t take long before you tugged on his hand, taking a small step backward towards your bed. he lets you lead him.
your head hits the soft cushions instantly, arms instinctively wrap back around his neck by the time you pull him down with you to share another kiss. he was quick to reciprocate.
the kiss was much more different than the other two, this time, the feeling went straight between your legs like sparks. you couldn’t put a finger on how it was different. perhaps it was the way his lips seared on yours, as if he was marking the roof of your mouth with your own mewls, or perhaps it was the way his touches ignited on your sensitive skin.
hugo’s hands traveled sneakily; one hand rubbing up and down your bare thigh, while the other decided to mark on the skin of your waist that made you shiver between kisses.
he pulls away, back enough to peer through your eyes and red cheeks, his forehead however, still presses against yours. “cherie,” he breathes out softly, thumb sliding over your bottom lip, glistening from shared spit.
it was a sudden request, one that differs than the usual praises he gives when kissing you last time. yet you obliged without a question, pink tongue webbing out the moment he asked as if it was nothing.
hugo dives right in, tongue brushing against the roof of yours before sliding slowly inside your mouth, the slimy sensation making your entire body tingle directly without another word. hugo swallowed up all your whines, his hand on your leg traveling up to interlock his fingers with yours; removing one of them off around his neck as he pins them next to your head.
you’ve ever kissed anyone like this before, never had the feeling of tongue on tongue. you were always batted on how disgusting it looked seeing other people on screen do so, but now, you were starting to understand why they like it. the feeling made your core throb in need, aching for a touch.
your other hand finds its way to his hair, tangling into his locks, pulling him closer to the cavern of your mouth.
so gross, yet so good…this feels good.
his tongue swipes against yours once, twice more, all before drawing himself breathlessly back to stare at you, followed by a small string.
you were a wreck. eyes twinkling with desire, cheeks red, mouth glistening with saliva, and chest heaving so heavily he could see the sweat form down your collarbone. fuck, you were beautiful. your mouth opens, “m-more…one more, please? ‘feels so good..”
“yeah? one more kiss, amour?”
you nodded your head, hands finding their way to his collar to pull him back down. he doesn’t refuse, lips reconnecting without a second thought. your mouths were constantly on one another, refusing to leave the other like they were magnets. you were growing addicted to the feeling of his tongue dragging on yours, letting him explore the expanse of your mouth with expertise.
the need pumps up inside your body, aching for some other feeling that can quench this thirst of yours like electricity running in your veins.
hugo seemed to have noticed.
without a word, his lips still on yours with a hum, his hands carefully travelling down between your legs, feeling the thin fabric of this thing you call ‘shorts’, lay like a useless barrier between him and your entrance. he cups your core, two fingers lazily rubbing against your clothed pussy as he teases the wet patch that began to form.
you gasp in his mouth, pulling away as the male begins to attack over your soft neck, lips reaming near your ear.
“so pretty…” he whispers. “always so pretty. i’m sorry…i’m a bad boyfriend, no? never noticing your frustration. won’t you forgive me, ma chérie?”
his middle finger rubs more frequently than the rest of his digits, moving it up and down on that one spot through your shorts that makes your hips roll. hugo began to press his kisses further and further down, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheeks, all the way below your collarbone.
his free hand grabs the hem of your spaghetti top, eyes searching yours like a silent plea, looking for permission.
your hand shakily follows his, mindlessly guiding him by the wrist as you push your shirt up, just enough to expose your tummy and letting the cold air touch your skin; making you tremble. he dips his head down, lips latching above your bellybutton before he begins to kiss down, further and further down, almost like he was sending sparks to each part of your skin, leaving a mark.
a hand works up to tangle onto his hair, quivering from each feather-like tickle his mouth presses on your tummy.
your eyes followed him until he was face to face with your pelvis, breath fanning just right over your shorts.
he pauses, eyes focused, as if he’s deciding something in his head. hugo sticks his tongue out, wet muscle sliding from beneath your bellybutton before leading back up like he’s drawing a line. his hand pushes your top farther from your chest, exposing more and more of your skin until your breasts are bare out in the open.
with a new expanse out in the open, he slides his tongue trails up more, until it slides between the valley of your breast and right back up to your collarbone. his hand trembles between your legs, curling just perfectly on your clothed mound.
a wobbly sigh escapes your lips, eyes fluttering shut as your hands explore through his burgundy locks. “vivi..” your mouth exhales. hugo nuzzles his head back onto the side of your neck, pressing a loving kiss onto the skin,
the hand between your legs suddenly disappears, making you whine from the missing ache. to make up for the sudden withdrawal, his other hand snakes up, letting him feel the softness of your tits.
hugo suddenly sneaks his hand back down on your stomach, softly wandering the waistband of your shorts and panties, and finally breaking in. your body winces, back lightly arching against his touch, fingers curling tightly against his shoulders. he presses a quick peck on your lips, almost like an effort in lulling you.
“say…what were you thinking when watching those videos?” the male questions you, observing the look of need written across your face; like you were holding back your whimpers. hugo rubs his ring and middle finger right between your folds, a small slick coating his fingertips that made him groan under his breath.
his other hand idly fondles on your breasts, thumb tweening on your hardening nipples. your body jolts, hands automatically clinging to his hand between your legs.
“care to tell me? i’d be really pleased if you do..”
his fingers shift, replacing his middle and ring with his thumb, slowly and lightly pressing down on the small nub of your entrance. your legs squeeze his hand, yet hugo was quick to slowly spread them back apart. he steadily repositions his body in a more comfortable angle so he won’t accidentally crush you, his lips brushing against your earlobe.
“i wanna know. did your head envision something like this while watching?”
it came out of his mouth in a tone that was teasing rather than one that was out of genuine interest. he speaks again, dragging your focus back by caressing the soft plump of your cheek. “well, do you?”
you didn’t answer, head hazy from the feeling of his thick fingers finally prodding near your folds.
you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. it was all so sudden that you didn’t have time to realize how quick this was escalating. but were you complaining? with all honesty: not really. in fact, this wasn’t enough. a slight nod of your head replies to his words rather than letting your mouth do the talking.
hugo hums, “yes? how so? tell me, chérie…let’s be more open. i want to know..” he plants a wet kiss on your jaw. “..i need to know.”
it was crazy to believe he was yours.
the moment was getting to hugo, body heat giving you the warmth you had been waiting for ever since the rain began to set the mood. you squeeze his shoulders, trying to stay composed as much you wanted to with no avail.
“t-thought of you…” you hide your face on the side of his neck, his hair tickling across your face. “..touching me just there, a-and kissing my neck..”
“oh, so exactly what i’m doing now?”
you knew that tone of his, and it was often the tone he used when he connects one in one together. in other words, what he believed is ‘destined.’ coincidences aren’t just coincidences to him. with nothing else more coming, hugo moves his head, pressing a long kiss on your lips.
you sigh against his mouth, eyes closing with your heart pounding loud that you swore he must also be hearing it. then, he pulls away.
his lips faintly curled up, head moving up to place a kiss on the crown of your head. hugo sighs, fingers near your entrance playfully parting your pussy with the slick he gathered. at that point, you had drenched them fully. a moan escapes your lips.
“tell me more..” he murmurs in your hair. your hands hold onto him tighter, legs trembling with each tease of his digits. “v-vivi..”
“there must be more, right? if you tell me more, i’ll tell you mine.”
you didn’t have any time to think about what he said before his entire hand cups your pussy, emitting a loud gasp from your throat.
thank the stars football physique was strict…
you mindlessly roll your hips, head rolling to the side as you bit on your bottom lip to suppress the noises. god, it would be much more better if he had just pulled your undergarments to the side and make this quick before you exploded on the spot.
your mouth opens, voice choking out another confession so you could move on from the fingers.
“t-thought of..thought of you kissing me down there, pulling down my shorts, and…licking me..”
you had freely let your mouth run, your mind clouded with nothing else but your own perverted thoughts of what you had always imagined hugo doing to you. he was following your words.
the next thing you knew, he was descending down your chest, light kisses scattering on your soft skin before he was right back near your pelvis. it was a sensual position, having your boyfriend breathing in the sight of your nearly naked body just near your hip, eyes hooded as he follows the scenario you exactly imagined yourself in. it was a dream, almost like a dream..
without warning, a small puff of air escapes his lips, intentionally blowing below your bellybutton. you jerked in surprise. this guy…
for a brief second, he looked almost pleased with himself. his eyes meet yours, right before focusing back down on your tummy. he places a small kiss on the spot he blew on.
“you’re too tense. just relax, you’re making me nervous, too.”
though he was collected from the tone of his voice, you just knew his mind was running on the fuel your bare body was making him. hugo removes his hand from your core, quickly wasting no time to pull on the waistband of your shorts with a teasing edge that made you whimper.
“did i pull your shorts down slowly? or fast?” he asks you. your hand travels down to his broad shoulders, holding on. his lips ghost over your tummy. “chérie?”
“slowly, v-very slowly. and..”
the feeling of meekness reaches you, your hand flying to cover your mouth with the back of your palm. “you..”
fuck, this was embarassing.
“y-you didn’t have a shirt on.”
you could feel him freeze for a split second, taking in on what you had told him before feeling hugo smile faintly against your pelvis. “is that so?”
“you’re making fun of me..”
“m not. just letting it sink in. but i’m not complaining, i like it.”
before you could say anything else, he reached behind his neck, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
it was no surprise he had an amazing build.
you'd seen him in training gear countless times, but seeing him like this while standing only an arm's length away—was entirely different. years on the field had shaped him into something quietly breathtaking, and you were certain if you placed a hand on his chest, the feeling of his muscles had a high chance to be rock-hard.
the thought makes you drool.
he throws his shirt elsewhere, leaving his top like a puddle on the floor of your room before leaning back down, his face near your hip. “better?”
you didn’t answer, way too hazed by the glimpse of him shirtless. yes, this wasn’t your first time seeing him shirtless, as you’ve come across him during his short exercises before, yet this sight was just something that drives you nuts.
“should’ve told me sooner, though. you didn’t need to find an excuse to see me shirtless.”
your distraction was quickly discarded when you feel the fabric of your bottoms slowly slipping past your hip, so slowly you thought he was purposely driving you insane. little by little did the cold, rainy air kiss over your naked skin with each tug, until hugo lost his remaining patience– fully pushing the clothing down below your ankles. you kick them off.
he seemed entranced by your panties at first glance, and on the second glance…he was absolutely hypnotized.
a curious finger lifts up from his hand, eyes still stuck to the view of the wet patch formed on your panties. without a word, his forefinger brushes against the wet spot, making you wince from the sudden contact.
“you’re drenched.” he swallows. “and you’re wearing the same pair.”
the same…pair? did he mean your panties? what did he mean by that?
hugo sighs heavily, his breath fanning across your inner thigh before burying his face right at your clothed pussy, inhaling the scent. your legs squeezed his head in surprise. meanwhile, his hand soothes your thighs, snaking up to your hips to hold you in place.
“so lucky…this the best. it really is the same one.”
it was a mumble over your core, voice low. your hands tugged on his hair, eyes peering on him from above while he relishes on your body like you were an offering made for him. he looks at you, vision visibly clouded with desire. it was like the sight of your panties alone was enough to set him loose.
hugo’s fingers toy with the hem of your garment, tracing small circles through the cloth just right above your aching nub. you couldn’t help but squirm, electric sparks running to your shaky legs with each rub of his hand.
he opens his mouth, voice in a hush whisper. “always imagined this particular pair of yours.” it was an admission. he continued, head still lowered.
“i never said anything, i didn’t think it was my place..” his thumb brushes against the dampened patch, eyes not being able to dart away from the spot. “it was that day, i remember. you bent down to pick up the spoon you dropped, and i just happened to catch a glimpse.”
what…what on earth was he talking about?
“i shouldn’t have, but i couldn’t stop thinking about it after that. kept thinking about it even when watching. and now, you’re letting me do this. chérie, you’re too good to me.”
was he always this talkative? heat crawls up slowly to your face, and the urge to bury your head on the pillows was strong. but you couldn’t help but stare at him, stare at how your boyfriend was practically doting on fucking panties–your panties, and how he was worshipping every second of your body.
hugo finally makes a move, tongue darting out as he licks a long stripe at the outline of your poor aching cunt, the action sending a clear reaction. a moan comes flying out of your lips, hands reaching up to immediately cover your mouth.
“shit.” he curses, thumb parting your folds through the fabric. “you really are dripping. such is a signal you are turned on, yes?”
“i-is that not obvious already?!”
“mm. i just didn’t think you were that wet.”
he takes another lick, like he was confirming your taste. your hips lifted, legs folding on the air as you tug on his thick locks. “vivi!”
“off…we can take it off now, yeah?”
you’ve never nodded so quickly ever in your goddamn life.
hugo doesn’t hesitate, kissing above the waistband of your panties as he slowly pulls the garment down, his breath fanning over your skin. he wasn’t in a hurry, however. he takes his time to admire each new skin your panties presented under all that clothing, and you can tell he was getting more and more excited.
in what felt like forever, hugo managed to fully slide your panties down, just right above your ankle. the cold air instantly hits against your naked cunt, causing your body to shudder from the bare display. your legs attempt to close, but hugo was quick to push it back apart, not giving you a chance to hide.
“there she is.” his digits rub over your inner thigh, just right close to your soaking entrance with a soft, reassuring soothe.
just seeing him having a deep stare-off with your pussy was enough to have your slick leak right out of your folds. hugo massages your thighs, pulling you closer until his nose was just inches away from your entrance. “so pretty..”
“d-don’t just stare at it, ‘ts embarrassing..”
you were certain to leave your pleasure in his hands, as he seemed aware of what he was doing with what he was doing. a thick thumb brushes across your entrance, smearing your wetness against your skin with a sigh escaping hugo’s lips. he hadn’t realized how tight his pants were getting, cock growing a visible tent.
“your clit is all pink. it's cute.”
he doesn’t let you finish, his tongue licking a lengthy strip on your weeping slit all up onto your sensitive bud. a bolt of ecstasy rushes through your legs, head rolled back on the soft surface of your pillow as your hands came tangling down his maroon locks. hugo pulls back, mouth agape in surprise like the taste of you caught him off guard.
“they say it tastes unpleasant. seems like it's a good thing i didn’t believe them until i got myself a taste.”
“vivi, w-what are you talking abou–”
he launches back in on your cunt, tongue sweeping right across your slit before swirling the wet muscle on your clit. the male between your legs lets out a huffy groan that vibrated over your folds, digging his fingers on the fat of your thighs as he slurps in the sanctuary of your pussy like a man having his first taste of dessert.
he withdraws back, a strand of saliva connecting from your labia to his tongue as a short pant escapes his throat. he swallows, his back hand wiping his slick-stained lips. “i’ve looked through a thread online on what it’s like to eat a woman out."
did this jackass just admit he searched up on what it’s like to give a woman head? you blink down at him, watching as hugo parts the flap of your folds, admiring the flowing slick sliding down your slit.
“and all replied how it wasn’t pleasant. ‘guess they’re just full of themselves. because you taste amazing, chérie”
he ends his sentence by having his entire mouth vacuuming your entrance shut, giving one harsh suck on your pussy before his tongue moves around the aching bud once more, making you go insane. your back arches, pulling roughly on his hair as he groans, hips mindlessly grinding against his tongue for more friction as small mewls exit past your lips.
“o-oh my god vivi–” you cry out, hand failing to cover your noises.
a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach. shit, that near already?
hugo’s head bobs, almost like in a nodding motion while his mouth focuses on your clit, his finger pressing on your weeping hole. it was like he was trying to bury himself within your pussy.
hugo grumbles as he pulls back, eyes still glued between your legs.
“wet enough,” his voice was low in a murmur, finger patting on your clit. “i’ll do one finger now, ‘kay?”
words fail to come out of your mouth, only sighing with a nod of your head.
slow, measured, feather-like touches tease your entrance, almost contemplating whether to just go all in or start with one or two fingers. it fortunately didn’t take long, his ring and middle massaging your folds all before letting his middle digit take the first dive inside of you. hugo wasn’t rushing, he never rushes.
your fingers clenched, eyes screwed shut as you feel him his middle finger eagerly and steadily dip in–coating in your juices. it nuzzles comfortably in your tight walls, making your hips twitch involuntarily from the contact before adjusting to his finger. his fingers were much more different from yours when you masterbait; the width, length, and texture of his skin differs greatly in comparisons you can’t think of.
in other words, his fingers were much, much more bigger.
it plants there for a while, snuggled inside while you take in slow breaths. he sighs. “fuck, you’re…tight.”
his stilled finger began to move, trying to test the waters, pumping unhurriedly in your warm cavern with ease as he watches your expression from below. it was subtle, but enough for your face to contort slightly, eyes closing while you relax your body.
“vivi, it h-hurts a bit..”
“shh, just breathe through it.”
it started with a few pumps, trying to tune his way for a proper rhythm that doesn’t hurt you, before finally finding the perfect pace. you breathe out, legs tensing around his head before hugo repositions them over his shoulders.
“let’s see, let’s see…what am i supposed to do next after this?” though the words weren’t directed towards you, you could hear hugo’s mutterings just clearly. this guy wasn’t even being subtle about it. his thumb strokes against your labia, finger still pistoning as gently as he could at your core.
“is it perhaps here?” his other hand raises to pat over your clit, and you moan. a small click of the tongue comes out of hugo.
“maybe here..” this time, the tip of his finger presses into the one spongy spot inside of you. you jerk with another tug on his hair. a hum escapes him.
“huh…this is more difficult than i thought.” another harsh tap over your clit while you wince in return. was this guy seriously playing buttons on your goddamn pussy?
you look down on him, blushing profusely. “w-what the hell are you even doing down there??”
“i remember being informed about a certain spot in a girl that makes one feel super good. as you can see, i’m trying to find yours, and–”
the middle finger that nestled inside of your cunt suddenly curls, catching you off guard as a loud whine exits your throat, bumping into that oh, good sweet spot of yours that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
hugo’s ring brushes against your slit, gathering enough of your juices before squeezing in alongside his other finger. he continues his mind-fogging pace, eyes focused on nowhere else but on the two, thick digits who were currently working on your glistening pussy.
the soft sound of the rain were soon muffled by the loud squelches of your slobbering core, overtaking the rest of the background noises while you sob in ecstasy, drowning in the state of euphoria all just by his fingers. your hips jerked against his digits, dragging more of that addicting rush straight to your spongy spot.
the squelching was loud, so loud that it sounded like it was your pussy making the puddles rather than the outside rain.
hugo was so focused, almost laser-focused as if he were back on the soccer field. his fingers pistoning in and out of you, nudging on over and over on your g-spot until they were both fully coated in the substance of your folds. you were unraveling in no time, breath heavy in your chest, hands pulling on his hair so hard you swore you might pull out a few strands.
how the hell was he making you feel this good? and this wasn’t even the main course. you were gonna fucking die.
the knot in your stomach tightens, pulling and pulling further more down the pit of your belly, signalling how it might pop any second. right on the prize. hugo leans close, his tongue beginning to nastily dance along his pumping fingers just right on your puffy clit.
your entire body squirms, thighs trapping his head between your legs as you couldn’t keep your head still on the pillow. amazing, this felt so fucking amazing. tears form on the corner of your eyes, mouth shaped in a visible ‘o’, before biting on your bottom lip.
ooohh, this was bad….you were about to cum.
“v-vivian, hold on. i-i’m–!!” you managed to squeal, hands flying up to pull on the sheets to give his poor hair a break. he doesn’t reply, tongue painting circles and fingers hungrily pulling your first orgasm that was nearly approaching any moment. your head rolls back, legs squeezing him like a compress, and–
his fingers and tongue pulls away.
your eyes blew wide, chest still heaving from the continuous rush he was giving, only to have disappeared like the wind. a soft whine escapes you, legs keeping him trapped in place as your greedy cunt humps the air in a final attempt to make yourself cum. “vivi, w-why did you..” your voice tried its best to not come out like a teary whine, but it reached his ears just like it.
hugo whips his mouth, mind hazy with your taste.
“not yet..” he whispers. he crawls back up to your body, mouth quickly finding yours before making you taste yourself on his lips.
you admit, it wasn’t the most heavenly taste, but it also wasn’t like you were expecting a 5-course dish down there either. yet since the both of you were turned on to the point of no return, it wasn’t something you minded at all. you were sure this is how the people in porn were like, too.
the state of sexual need is truly amazing.
by the time he pulled back, he rests his head on your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss against your naked skin accompanied by a soft squeeze to your breast. he pauses, like he was thinking.
something hard pokes on your knee through his jeans.
“i-i have condoms…if that’s what you’re thinking of.”
the words flew out of your mouth before you even realized. hugo draws himself back, just enough to come face to face with you. you were red, head looking over to the side.
“my friends gave me a pack as a joke, so…” that was your genius excuse.
as if you weren’t overthinking about your boyfriend’s dick size and bought an entire pack ‘just in case.’ it wasn’t like you could tell him you bought it because the thought made you horny, or how it was an accidental thought because it was right in front of you on a supermarket shelf.
hugo was surprised by your words, pupils already evident by adrenaline before he returns back to his normal expression. nice call, you think.
“how convenient.” he began, pulling back to look around your room. “it’s necessary for us to use one. our paths are simply still headed to another destination rather than skipping steps. after all, the future we have is a long way, and–
“vivi, the condoms are just over there in the drawer. c-can you please just grab one?”
his body turns, head looking around the room before eventually landing on the wooden drawer that was sitting near your bedside. “over there?”
without another word, he leaned over and pulled the drawer open. his movements remained as careful as ever, quietly rummaging for only a second before his fingers nudged over the box you mentioned, tucked neatly inside right next to papers and receipts.
he leafed through the rubbers, taking note of the sizes written on the side before pulling one of them out of the box. the crinkly, elusive square rests on his hand, the packet logo visibly seen alongside the size.
your gaze lingered on the label for another second.
no, that couldn't be right. maybe your eyes had skimmed over it too quickly. or maybe you were blind, because at least that would be believable. you blinked, clearing your eyes a little more, then looked again.
you hear the packet wrinkling in his hands, giving it a quick flap of his wrist before travelling below his belt. the sound of metal hitting metal rings in your ears, gaze refusing to look at what was happening in front of you. just the idea of hugo removing his belt while he was right between your parted legs, body bare and open for him, was enough to send your heart into an orbital pit.
his dark irises loom over your limp and naked figure; you could feel it. he pulls off his belt, fingers digging down the waistband of his pants, pulling it down along not too fully accompanied by his boxers, and–
perhaps the word ‘staring’ was an understatement. no matter how much you wanted to dart away, your eyes was already searing a hole onto his dick.
sure, you’ve seen dicks in porn, some were larger than the average, and some…well, the average. and you were certain there was no difference in seeing a dick on-screen and in real-life.
hugo’s was…in your opinion, somehow a confusing mix of both; you weren’t sure how to describe it. it was certainly lengthy when it slaps on his stomach, making you even more terrified of having it inside of you when you were already sobbing on his fingers. what caught your attention the most was the sensitive, angry mushroom tip blooming with a pearly white substance peeking out of his slit.
he sighs heavily, but you assume it was more like a groan escaping his lips when he does a few pumps over his twitching length. with nothing else more to say; seeing you go silent with shuddering legs, hugo takes the condom wrapper between his teeth, eye contact with you still heavy, tearing it open in one go with a faint riiippp!
the wrapper comes flying off elsewhere on the floor of your room, leaving the white, hanging plastic in his hands as he slowly slides the rubber comfortably around his dick.
he leans down, face hovering above yours right before pressing a quick peck on your lips, arms planted neatly between your head. he brushes a few strands off your face, wanting to see your face more clearly in his view.
“are you certain about this, cherie?” the question was full of sincerity. though you were hesitant, eyes darting off to the side before looking back at his, you nod your head.
“just…go slow? this is my first time.”
hugo goes frozen. he blinks at you. “this is your first?”
“d-don’t make fun of me.”
“tell me, do i look like i asked just to poke fun at you?”
you groan, hands crawling up to his shoulders. “j-just…shut up and stop making me more nervous.”
and he obliges, shutting his mouth the second you told him too. however, it didn’t take too long before he opens it back up.
his lips sealed your mouth shut, lips mended in a feverish kiss as he positions himself just right at your entrance. he pulls away, forehead clinging to yours. “will you believe me when i say you are also my first?”
no, that was too good to be true.
far too good. who in their right mind wouldn’t shoot their chance to sleep with a u-20 athlete star, vivian hugo? the thought of him being a virgin was just mind-boggling to you. yet at the same time, it made sense. he wasn’t focusing on anything in his life other than football, reading boring blank books, speaking of his philosophies, and training before he met you.
if anything, seeing him sleeping around didn’t match the hugo you know at all, add the fact that he never mentioned any previous partners before you, nor did he mention not being a virgin. no wonder this loser was reading online forums about pussy taste..
before you could think any further, a warm hand came cradling on your cheek, snapping your attention back to him.
he was faintly smiling. your heart throbs.
“the world has spoken. we truly are destined, mon amour.”
you feel the large, protected tip rub against your clit, smearing both your juices just messily from before. your body arches, fingers digging into his shoulders.
(you hope to god you won’t bleed.)
hugo showers small, reassuring kisses all over your face, from your forehead, all down to your jaw then to your earlobe. he whispers, voice hush right next to your ear, “tell me if it hurts, alright? or tug on my hair twice, anything to grab my attention.”
he begins to push, slowly. so slowly, in fact, yet the movement still made your legs squirm around his waist–keeping him there. the crown of his tip pops in, passing through your tight cavern as you close your eyes shut, tears threatening to come out. he lets out a breathy “fuck,” body focusing on your walls streching around the tip.
christ, it was just the tip.
your arms instantly encircle around his neck, burying your face on his shoulder. “h-holy shit…v-vivi…”
“is this okay..?” his voice sounded like he was in pain. you nod your head, pulling him closer.
his body moves further, pushing big effort into patiently pushing inside of you. holy fuck, it hurts…but you didn’t want him to stop, god, it was a rush…
thank the stars you were soaking wet, as your slick created the best lubricant for the two of you that made it easier to plunge himself inside. and what felt like forever…hugo finally slips himself halfway in.
a heavy breath escapes you, legs shaking, mind going insane by the sheer size of him as your pussy tried its absolute best to accommodate his cock that already nestled in your cavern. hugo lies down, not fully, but just enough to have his chest press slightly against yours. he lets out a shaky breath, teeth nipping at your neck.
“n-no. feels…” you were at loss for words. your cunt pulses, feeling the excess slick slide slowly down between your ass crack. your arms tug your boyfriend closer, tears staining his bare shoulder as he kisses them away on the corner of your eyes.
“p-please…it feels amazing..”
you were practically drooling. his hips shift a little bit more, steadily letting more of him squeeze into your fluttering cunt. just a few more inches.
he looks down between your bodies, seeing the maw of your entrance stretched to the oblivion by his cock.
you unraveled before you realized, mind going blank by the time he finished bottoming out, pelvis meeting yours, and his beefy arms holding you tight against him.
“i-it’s all in. you’re…so warm. so beautiful..” he announces, breath panting.
why wouldn’t he be? your pussy was basically clamping down hard on him. the two of you were trembling at the new pleasure introduced in your system, a pleasure that was beyond strokes and fingers that made your eyes wide open.
the two of you stay like that for a while, allowing you to adjust to his cock, letting you breathe.
eventually, he spoke, kissing your cheek affectionately. “will you allow me to move now?”
“i’ll go slow, no worries.”
he goes back to his words. he always does. with a small and gentle lift to his hips, hands holding on your hips, he moves, pace unhurried, just testing. hugo carefully studied your reactions, looking for any form of discomfort in your expressions. he was surprised to find the opposite.
which each mellow thrust, you felt as if the air was already pushed out of your head, head falling to the side as hugo scatters kitten-like kisses all over your cheeks, whispering sweet nothings to distract you from any pain. it worked, to say the least.
two pairs of eyes gazed below, watching the repeated and gentle way his length pistons in and out. hugo was quick to find a rhythm, one where it didn’t hurt, and something that was enough to make your eyes pinching shut from the feeling.
“are you certain, cherie? because you’re..kind of holding too tight.”
your hands let go of his shoulders, face red. you hadn’t realized you were holding on like a lifeline. a chuckle comes straight out of hugo’s lips.
“i don’t mean your hands, amour. i meant down there..”
if only your hands weren’t shaky, you would've given him a good smack to the head. but your pleasure took over your own senses, unintentionally suffocating the entire base of his dick. his hips stuttered from the contact, nudging and bumping immediately into the spongy surface of your syrupy walls that pushed the air straight out of your lugs.
you’ve never felt more frail in his hands, the size difference getting to you as your legs anchored around his waist, heels dug to the expanse of his back.
another kiss presses to your sensitive cavern, spilling slick all over the protective barrier worn around his cock. this time, your nails raked down on his biceps, voice more pitched up, more whinier, and more louder. he hasn’t even excessively thrusted yet, but his cock had already managed to hit that spot inside of you.
little by little did the slow, gentle thrusts transition into a more moderate pace, rhythm never faltering but finding a more perfect angle to the pulse of your pussy. it felt sticky, mixing sweat and juices all on the skin of your legs, but the warmth radiating between the both of you eased the feeling and made it more bearable.
you weren’t sure when you started sweating. it was so cold in the room, but at the same time–so hot.
hugo’s face nuzzles onto the junction of your neck and shoulder, tongue darting out before biting softly into your skin, drowning his deep groans.
the bed begins to creak, rocking softly from each movement of his hips. his dick sheaths and unsheaths repeatedly in your gummy walls, coring his shape until he felt your legs go numb. in blur of his own head from all the pleasure your pussy was leaking down on him, hugo could only think if there was a way to fasten up the pace without hurting you.
he draws himself back, the hot skin on skin contact from your chests disappearing, welcoming the frigid air back to your bare breasts and straight back to your hard nipples. his hands grab both of your legs, pulling you closer to him, allowing his cock to punch straight to your cervix with a loud ‘plap!’
you gasp below him, nails curling deep into his biceps hard enough to sting. hugo hooks your right leg under his arm, keeping you open and wide for him before his thrusts have fully found the perfect pace that made your eyes roll.
how could he ever look at anyone else after this?
both large hands compress on your hips, keeping you tethered there, whining and teary from the fresh overload forming in your stomach. he thrusts, once, twice more, the red crown hitting that angelic sweet spot deep in your cunt that made you weep.
“you’re drooling,” was all he tells you, thumb moving up to wipe the excess saliva sliding down your jaw. when did you even start to drool?
you can’t blame yourself for it, not with the way his movements were a total, dramatic change compared to the first few thrusts–cock plunging in and out of your loud pussy with dramatic squelches.
you weren’t sure if it was some unknown force, or the blurry haze drowning in ecstasy inside of your head, but automatically did your hips begin to roll, clit catching on his skin that made your voice shiver in anticipation as you begin to chase the friction.
your hands began to pull over the sheets beside your head, so hard you might think you’d pull them off the cushions of your mattress.
his breath had started to grow heavy, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as his head lays low. hugo pulls his thumb down from the corner of your lips, snaking so evilly slow until it lands on your sensitive clit. he rubs, small circles drawing over the bud.
the sound you made was beautiful.
your head snaps to look down, watching as the pad of his thumb ignites flames on your slobbering clit along with his steady and relentless thrusts.
you nod, hand flying to cover your mouth before rolling your head to the side. he seemed pleased to know you were in paradise under his touch. he wanted to see more. needed to see more.
you feel his pace halt, body adjusting and fixing the grip on your legs. it was difficult to see the look on his eyes, not when they were low and hooded. hugo pulls back, leaving you empty and shaking. the base of his cock leaves your cunt, leaving only the tip remaining inside.
at that moment, you swore it felt like he was going to leave you like that.
and within 2 seconds later–he thrusts back fully inside, quickly knocking any source of air out of your throat.
a broken cry shattered out of you, eyes blown open when you felt the crown of his tip push against your womb with one full thrust.
one of your pillows fell on the floor.
yet neither of you faltered. hugo sets a steady, relentless pace, each thrust drawing all the way back to his base before pushing back in–like he wanted to leave his shape to mark your insides. your fingers scrambled to hold onto his shoulders, arms, anywhere you could grab.
your voice was a broken record, crying out each time his tip visits your cervix. his grip weakens on your legs, hands finding its way to grip on your waist while keeping his unfaltering thrusts as he felt the pleasure heating in his abdomen.
even with the condom on, you could feel the veins outlining through the white rubber, adding that sickly, addicting feeling of friction plummeting in you.
“f-fuck..” he curses, his lashes already fluttering against his eyelids. “so soft, so soft..”
your voice was going hoarse from moaning non-stop, body trembling, skin sticky, and bed moving beneath your weight. hugo steadies his legs, repositioning them into a more comfortable position as his knees dug roughly on the sheets–focused on making you reach into that euphoric state you’ve always wanted to feel.
“v-vivi…vivi, i-i’m close..!”
his eyes roam over your breasts, watching as they bounce in front of him that makes his brain freeze. without a word, his hands leave your waist–fingers joining to feel the softness of your tits, thumb rolling your hardened nipples. he feels you jolt, legs tightening around his hips.
“h-hold me…hold me, please..”
he complies as quick as you asked. hugo pulls you up by the arm, wrapping them around his neck while still buried deep inside your warmth as he hoists you on his lap. your chest presses against his, breasts compressing against his in a hugging posture whilst continuing to thrust up to your slobbering cunt.
it was all too much, head lagging behind the back of your head, feeling his dick mix your insides and balls slapping against your ass from below.
you pull him closer, tears staining on his skin, before your release crashed before you with a loud cry, spilling slick all over the protective barrier on his plunging cock.
your boyfriend groans, feeling the pressure that had been building inside of him threatening to snap at any moment. he holds you close, voice muffled on your shoulder as his world turns white.
“f-fuck…fuck, i’m close..i’m so close..” he stammers under his breath, arms tightening around your body as his voice becomes incoherent with each sentence.
“pretty, you’re so pretty, so pretty. fu-huck..…i l-love you–”
his hips thrust upwards, three more times before his hips ground deep into your cunt, spurting his cum straight to the poor, overworked condom until it fills to the brim.
there was finally silence in your bedroom.
his weight comes falling down on you, crashing back on the bed. you were floating in your head. the two of you lay like that for a while, taking your time to breathe, to finally catch your breath from the first time you shared with hugo.
after what felt like forever, hugo slowly sits back, his gaze finding yours before crashing his lips on yours for a long, feverish kiss. you reciprocate, hands cradling his cheek before you pull away. his adam’s apple bobs, eyes staring deep into yours before he spoke, voice still wavy. “are you alright?”
“vivi, i-i’m fine. just…tired.”
you groan, hand covering his mouth to push him away, yet he remains just as close. he pulls your hand down, thumb rubbing against your knuckles.
“you didn’t say it back.”
you blink, brushing a strand behind your ear. “huh?”
“you didn’t say “i love you” back.” he tells you.
ugh. your fingers cradle in his hair, smile soft as you pull him back in your arms. “i love you, too, vivian.”
the word rings in his ears, and only did hugo realize how the rain had finally stopped.
a/n i honestly didn't expect this to be longer than i expected it to be ToT i may be taking some requests, so feel free to share ur thoughts ! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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