#hugo x reader

Even though you did—and quite diligently, at that—something in him still seemed unsatisfied with your performance. You figured that perhaps there wasn’t enough in your mouth?

Hugo, being many steps ahead of you as he always was, let his thumb produce a different angle within your orifice before he plucked it out past your lips. Then he wiped your own salvia across your bottom lip and tutted.

“You enjoyed that, huh?” An observation wrapped in a question, of which he already knew the answer to. When you nod, his eyes narrow. “Say it then,” his finger moved to your chin to tip your head further up, “Tell me how you liked having my finger in your mouth—how you enjoyed sucking on it simply because I told you to.”

Your lips moved to do exactly that, the words were prepared against your tongue—and yet, he interrupted you ever so rudely.

Hugo possesses a lot of qualities that can’t be described as anything else aside from thick. His fingers are no exception, and you’re made acutely aware of it as his index and pointer shove their way into your mouth before you could properly obey him.

He doesn’t smile, but you can still see how pleased his by seeing you like this. Especially as you begin to hum gibberish around his digits.

Can he understand a word you’re saying? Technically no. Does he try to have a conversation with you anyway since he cares little about the concept of silence around you? Well, yes.

“What was that?” His eyebrows lift ever so slightly and you swear he’s fighting the urge to smile at you, “You said you love having my fingers in your mouth, and that listening to me is your favorite thing to do? Aw.”

Your head shakes, and for a moment you debate on nibbling at his fingers. You don’t though, considering how he watches your mouth move to pout and how your eyes glare at him instead.

Hugo nods his head, “I see, I see. So then,” his eyes leave yours and find your mouth again. His cock twitches once he feels your tongue dancing in between his fingers, followed by a wet suck as he drives them in just a bit deeper. “Did you want my fingers elsewhere? Do you-, hah..” His words escape him once your hand grabs at his wrist and you bob your head back and forth a little.

The way your mouth feels enveloping his two fingers, how your tongue slathers all around them, the mixed sensation of wetness and warmth—all of these factors nearly give him the desire to give you what he knows you want. But more than that, he wants the impossible out of you first. He wants to hear you beg for what you want, and he wants to hear it clearly.

All while his fingers are in your mouth.

“Do you need my fingers elsewhere, perhaps?” His eyes narrow further on you and you push yourself forward just so you can gag on his fingers as if to answer him. That’s when he grins, “You do, don’t you? It’s a shame you can’t seem to beg me for it.”

“Mmmh,” a stubborn array of grumbles fly his way, but instead of making things easier for you, he merely thrusts his fingertips further. “Mmph?” the cadence of that hum is most obviously meant to be a please—he knows how you beg far too well.

Even so, he can’t find himself to care that you’re struggling to do what’s asked of you. You look far too cute like this.

“Fuck, was that your best attempt at begging? Can you really not say it any clearer than that? Poor thing.” He hums, pulling his fingers away from your mouth slowly just to watch the way you almost-drunkenly chase after him.

The moment his digits escape your lips, your hold on his wrist gets a little tighter and you pant, “Please?”

Hugo raises a brow and wipes his fingertips across your bottom lip, “Please, what?”

Your mouth opens and he fights the urge to just laugh at you as he interrupts you again. Your grip on his wrist is lost as he finger-fucks your throat properly this time around—watching the mess he makes of you whilst drool leaks out from the corner of your lips.

Then you make the stupid mistake of trying to pull your head away from him so you can ask for what you want, and he scoffs as if annoyed before using that free hand of his to bring it up to your throat.

“A couple fingers in your mouth makes you do really dumb things, huh. I’ll give you what you want when I feel like it,” Hugo breathes out, cock swelling between his legs, “You understand that much, yes?”

You nod, but words couldn’t describe how much he adored it when you tried to act like a brat with him. He loved putting you in your place more than anything. And that glossy look of need in your eyes… fuck, he had half a mind to quit teasing you and splay you out against the nearest surface available.

“All you have for me is a nod?” Hugo scoffs, “Am I annoying you, chérie?”

You can’t help but whine this time—there was no way of winning him over when he got like this. He’d drag out this teasing until you physically couldn’t take it anymore if you’d let him.

Even so, the whine from you prompts him to look down at the way you’re squeezing your legs together, and he lets out a sigh. One could say he might even feel bad for you considering he knows you’ve likely soaked through your panties by this point.

“Fine, fine,” His fingers leave your mouth but the hand at your throat remains as he gives it a light squeeze. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Strip.”

he scoffed. "yeah, but not... what the hell? lemme see!”

and after a very short game of tug of war, kaiser’s eyes were met with the most egregious piece of writing he’s ever read.

“mirror sex…? huh? dirty talk?” his gaze fixed on you, and then the evidently large mirror in your bedroom, facing directly in front of the bed.

so your mihya had an idea. why not indulge you. why not take this as an opportunity for the both of you to get what you want: for you to live out your sexually explicit fantasies, and for him to be in you. so….

“god, baby. you’re fucking beautiful, yeah?”

he rasped, guiding your hips on his cock—seeing how you simply fell apart. he had you in pronebone, with your back facing him.

kaiser held the book you once read, gripping your hips and slamming into you with one hand and reading for directions with the other. he was so goddamn teasing.

“he then began to sweet talk her. oh, how nasty he was—she felt her cunt flutter at the contents of his words, praising yet demeaning at the same time and she loved it. yeah? you like that shit, n/n?”

and it’s like you had no shame reading straight up porn in front of your lover, because you tightened up too after he read that excerpt.

“c’mon, pretty girl. look at how stunning you look taking my cock.”

“mhmmm! yes, baby! all f’youuuu—!” you screamed in the sheets, whining loudly when he pulled your hair up so you’d see your tear-stained face and marked up neck for the mirror to reflect.

for the whole time that michael kaiser has known you, never did he think his innocent little girlfriend would be such the savant when it comes to such literary works… or rather straight up book porn.

he began laughing, thrusting into you almost vehemently at how your eyes fucking rolled from how he had you—crying out and scratching and gripping the sheets while your back arched like a cat.

“fuck, i love you… i really fucking love you.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ vivien hugo

you and your lover occasionally have ‘at-home’ dates, where either of you crash at the other’s apartment while you figure out what to do. whether it be cooking or watching movies, it’s fun and cathartic. really cute for dates.

in particular, for today's date you had decided on reading (at least in your case), while vivien listened to sports commentary while looking at his blank book. but in this occasion, he was finished. he had already articulated his next strategy on how to help his striker and was going to speak before he just stared at you. well… he stared at your book and your rather… interesting expression.

“chérie… what are you reading?” your eyes were narrowed, lips curved to a smile while you bit your lower lip, and you tapping your thigh. dare he say, you looked like you were aroused...? or maybe he was just being a pervert thinking that way but...?

“nothing…” “doesn’t seem like that—?”

maybe it was your fault for being too trusting of vivien, but you found yourself hesitantantly sliding the book over to him. he yaps all the time about destiny and shit—so your smut shouldn’t be that bad? right?

and then, did his usually pale face turn red. like beet red. his eyes widened too.

“o-oh… um. love, can i—uh… ask something?” — “sure.”

“what in god’s name is…? i… you want to record our sexual encounters?” he began reading, still his voice quivered with absolute sheepishness.

“she felt her cunt pulse at the thought—both of them being recorded in their most vulnerable state being together. she could only imagine how hot it would be, to see herself be nothing but a cocksleeve for her lover as he demeans her—? y-you’re into that?”

you’d be lying if you said it didn’t thrill you, so you sheepishly nodded.

and so, hugo went to sit down by you on the love seat, and took his phone from his pocket, motioning to it.

“fine. as long as it makes you happy.”

that’s all he needed to say for you to absolutely relish in what you’d do.

“chéri, come on, you can take it? you goddamn slut.”

it was thrilling, for your boyfriend to talk so dirty and be so vocal during sex where you’d film it. he usually grunted, moaned a little, and call you pretty and beautiful… but he’d never outright talk like that.

well, that's what you thought, until he began playing with your pussy on camera.

“look how wet your pretty little pussy is…” the camera was propped on the coffee table, standing on top of the books you two were “reading” while it captured you grinding against his hand. you could feel how his thick fingers made a scissoring motion, how they curled inside you with finesse—and how your legs shook every time, with the sound of your dripping cunt echoing in your ears.

and even when he fucked you with his cock, did it feel even more thrilling with the camera on. “attagirl, pretty. ride me just like that…”

you began riding him, moving your hips in figure-8s while he threw his head back and squeezed your plush hips as your arms around his neck only tightened.

you felt his cock so deep in this position, all the while, the camera was rolling and you could tell how your boyfriend was struggling to keep his moans to himself, quietly groaning with every move of your hips.

and even when your eyes looked over at the camera, your boyfriend held your chin, making you hold eye contact with his sweet onyx eyes.

“focus on me, chéri. eyes on me. only on me.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ bunny iglesias

some say curiosity always kills the cat, but this time, it killed your boyfriend bunny (figuratively, of course).

you had been reading this specific book for a while, and every time he had tried to take a peek at what you were reading, you'd always slam the book shut and leave, with your face burning and your expression evidently flustered. but this time, you were taking a shower, and here was the book you’d been reading, wide open (not really, your bookmark was peeking though) on your nightstand.

and after the forty minutes of your shower, thinking you were probably going to be met with your boyfriend ready to cuddle in bed, were you met with bunny, snickering while sitting on the bed with an evident tent in his pants. he looked up at you and you felt your stomach drop—especially with the way he shook the book in his large hand, lips curved.

“she felt full… full of him—literally. it had been several hours and she felt her cunt overflow with his loads like his… ‘cumdumpster’? after fucking for hours? carajo, cari… never did i think my cute little girlfriend was into this type of shit.”

you felt your face turn warm at the sight of bunny holding your smut book.

“w-why—?” “wanna try it? baby, you know i’m totally into… what are they doing? marathon sex? multiple creampies? fuck, cari. you might be more perverted than anyone i’ve ever met. maybe even more perverted than i am…”

and but of course, you dropped your bath towel and practically pounced on your man. and he was more than willing to indulge in these sexual fantasies of yours depicted in whatever depraved shit you read.

you knew your boyfriend’s nickname came first his speed and the fact that he’s as fast as a goddamn bunny in the field, but the same thing could be said for the way he was fucking you relentlessly.

how long has it been? how long have you felt him felt you so deliciously as he hit your cervix in this position? your back met his firm, scarred chest as he slammed into you all lewd, circling your clit with his thumb while his hips slammed into yours.

the obscene positions he had you in, the absolute debauchery of it all, thrilled you. just the fact that he simply lifted you up and down like his own fuck-doll and spoke to you like it, no less, god, just thinking about it turned you on even more.

and that is exactly what he was doing.

“bizcochita… no seas así [sweetie, don't be like that]. handle it, baby. you wanted it.” your gasps suddenly turned louder and more lewd, with how bunny played with your pussy as he simply destroyed you. “i’m so happy i could fucking die…. god, what a fucking slut you are, yeah? only here to take my cum, right?”

"mmmhmmm—!"

your body—that was once lathered with your body oil and lotion, was glazed with sweat, and cum on your thighs and ass. your legs were shaking and your puffy pussy was overflowing with the amount of loads bunny came into you, practically frothing with how fast he was going.

you were gasping, your cunt squirting for the nth time through his rough thrusts, his cock kissing your cervix at this point.. "o-oh my g-god... haahhhh..."

and even as he himself was losing momentum, he had to keep going—to help you with your sexual fantasies, because shit, they were hot. “hold for a little more, yeah baby? we got all fucking night.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sae itoshi

you didn’t mean to accidentally leave the tab open on your ipad—after all, you share it with sae.

sae knows you have a little hobby of reading, what exactly? he doesn’t know and he doesn’t think he’d like to… at first.

but then the words of that idiot aiku got to him. how you can tell how freaky a girl is by the things she reads… and honestly? sae wanted to know; but then he had to check the ipad to look at some stuff from his manager (he’s ashamed—which is why he was a bit relieved your tabs were open so he didn’t have to actually snoop in your things).

and when he saw the synopsis of the several books in your barnes and noble cart, his eyes legitimately widened and he let out an almost weird squeak. bondage… and hair pulling.

then of course, google offers those short exerpts so he really got to see what the hell you were reading… and in the first few pages, he gets shown the nastiest smut he’s ever read.

“he tied her up, literally. leather clung to her, restraining her arms and legs while he pulled her hair as she sucked him off like an ice lolly… holy shit…”

so naturally of course, he was curious. which is why when you two were having sex, he wanted to test something.

you were on the mattress, lightly whining while your boyfriend thrusted into you, slamming into you hard yet slow so you could really feel him fill you. he was kneeling, lifting your hips to fuck you deeper—harder.

“mmmm… sae, you feel s’good, baby…” he grunted quietly, looking at you as you covered your face and how your body simply moved with every thrust of his. your pretty breasts moved with every thrust of his hips and your whines made him feel fucking feral… but then he remembered. then he remembered your book.

“baby, i wanna try something.” you blinked, curious, looking at sae and letting out a whine the moment he slipped out of you. “go ahead, love.”

and when he took out the leather belt from the nightstand, he saw how your eyes widened and how your breathing hitched at the sight of it. and then sae decided to be a fucking tease and slammed the folded leather against each other .

“just me, yeah?”

and that’s how you found yourself, face down, ass up while your hands were tied to a post on your bed’s canopy. your boyfriend’s calloused hands kneading your love handles, and you felt him go faster on your poor pussy, twitching against him while he pistons in you. he loved this, seeing how your plush ass slammed against his pelvis while your arms struggled.

“nghh—s-sae—! fuck, i need to cum, please!” and you felt him pull your hair. “not until i tell you.”

then he stopped, and you kept on crying. "l-lemme cum... please, saeee!"

he strangely liked this… he really did, and he could tell you did too with the way you clenched around him.

“mmm.. we should try this again.”

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kewl kewl kewl yayayayyaayayay (oh my god icl i feel like i struggled a lot and it shows bc ngl i'm quite a vanilla person holy fucbdjsjdjsis esp for hugo’s bc wadahell 😭)

"Yes." You interrupted him with a quick nod, only to backtrack immediately when he perked up excitedly at your misleading response. "No— I mean, yes as in I heard what you said, so no need to explain…"

"Ah." His shoulders sagged with the slightest bit of disappointment at the misinterpretation before looking back at you with an expectant gaze. "So then your answer is—?"

"Um— well," you floundered about with jitter under his pointed stare, still in a state of disbelief at his earlier question.

There was no way he said that, right?

You were just hearing things, weren't you?

How could a random man, extremely handsome to boot, with the prettiest and longest lashes you've ever seen, possibly be asking, or rather demanding, that you marry him?

Yeah, there was just no way—

"It's because I didn't go down on one knee when I proposed, right?"

His voice, smooth and adorned with soft charm, effectively snapped you out of your raging thoughts.

"Huh?" A noise of puzzlement left you in tandem at his strange question.

And it wasn't until you felt yourself be pulled forward, arm stretching uncomfortably towards him as your body bent awkwardly over the counter separating you both that you finally understood what he meant.

"Would you please," dropping down on one knee before you, he held your hand with pious gentleness and lifted his reverent gaze up to meets yours.

An aura of flowers and everything nice bloomed around him as he batted his unfairly long lashes at you — the sight resembling a shy maiden professing her undying love to her longtime crush.

"Would you please grant me the great honour of marrying you?"

"…."

"Please." He added sweetly, following his marriage proposal with a chaste kiss over your knuckles.

WHAT??????

Collective gasps of shock resounded from your growing audience, both amused and mortified at his abrupt display of love. You bristled with discomfort at the numerous stares pinning down on the two of you with unconcealed intrigue.

Shit, shit! SHIT!

"Did you see that?! He just proposed!" A woman turned to her friend with a hand clasped over her mouth to restrain her squeal of unbridled excitement.

"Eeeek! Oh my God!" The friend replied with equal amounts of enthusiam, pulling out her phone to record the romantic moment. "Need to take a picture of this!!"

"What a brazen young man! Haha!" An older man swiped the bottom of his nose with fatherly pride. "Balls made of steel, I tell ya!"

No— no! Please don't entertain this!!!

Your desperate wishes went cruelly ignored by the higher being responsible for this absolute nonsense.

"Well?" He tilted his head to side with the patience of a saint, the length of his pink-toned red hair falling softly from the movement.

"It's a no." You answered him through clenched teeth as your muscles twitched with embarrassment.

"Wait, what—" He blinked incredulously, taken aback by your abrupt refusal. "Is it because I don't have a ring— shit, I knew I should've brought one—"

"No!" You declined with fluster, unable to meet the crumbling expression you were sure he would be sporting at your rejection.

"But—"

"No..! Please, just— no…" You stumbled on your words, head hanging low with shame as your ears flushed with heat from the gathered crowd's disapproving looks.

The aura of flowers surrounding him dropped comically, only to be replaced with the suffocating air of his despair.

"But you and I are- we are—"

"Please leave." You muttered curtly, eyes scrunching shut with mild disgust as you continued to avoid his longing gaze.

"…."

And just like that, in an instance, the warmth encasing your hands were no longer there. In its place, the ghost of his touch lingered with a strange, melancholic buzz.

Well, that's that I guess…

Somehow, him backing off that quickly felt a little… anticlimactic?

No, this is what I wanted—!

"Eeep!"

Thoughts cut short, you yelped abruptly when something tugged hard at your arm, the noise of your surprise, shrill and full of fright.

Gaze flying on instinct to identify the suspect, your eyes widened with comical disbelief at the sight of your bangles snagging on the loose thread of his long sleeved sweater — the scene straight out of a Bollywood film!

Oh no—! Heaven forbid!

One look at this and any delusional person would think that this was something pulled out of a romcom! A sign of fate!

Fate's cruel mockery towards you if you had anything to say about it!

"Oh."

Shit.

You begrudgingly lifted your head to meet his equally surprised stare, buckets of sweat accumulating all over you as you mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit he was going to spout at you now.

"It's almost like…" his words trailed of dreamily as his eyes glowed with what you could only perceive as dim-witted delusion. "We are fated to—"

"Not another word." You spat distastefully, watching with mild relief as his posture drooped with sadness, the sight of him sulking unbelievably pitiful.

"Oh…"

Despite being freakishly tall and the definition of a giant, he became so small when his shoulders curled in on themselves at your cruel rejection.

It was almost… cute.

Pathetically so.

"Hugo?"

No response followed Charles' call, not a hum of acknowledgment nor a slight nudge of his head, absolutely nothing.

Charles carefully took in the pitiful disposition of his teammate: a hunched back, an expression that looked visibly constipated, and a stormy cloud that seemed to permanently follow him since he came into practice today.

It didn't take a complete genius to figure out what kind of dilemma the usually 'cool' and 'nonchalant' midfielder was going through.

Biting back a cheeky grin, Charles suavely took a seat next to sulking boy, the twinkle of mischief bright and ever glowing in his eyes as he tried to appear discreet.

"Did your girlfriend break up with you or something?"

It was just supposed to be a taunt.

A little joke to lighten up his dampened mood.

What Charles didn't account for, however, was Hugo's brusque honesty.

"Yeah… something like that."

Even when he mumbled those words, quiet and destitute of soul, Charles, along with every other player in the training room, could hear him loud and clear.

Their reaction was immediate, gasps of shock and whispers of condolences for both this mysterious girlfriend and Hugo alike resounding with fervour.

"What?! Hugo's chick broke up with him?!"

"The prettiest boy in all of France?!"

"Well… when you think about his extremely high standards, it's a surprise she didn't break up with sooner…"

"He must be heartbroken…."

"Well, clearly. Just look at the state of him…"

And if Hugo's pitiful behaviour wasn't jaw dropping enough, his next words, chocked with an uncharacteristic sob, broke them all.

"I proposed and got rejected…"

Everybody watched with horror, as tears of sorrow comically poured down the six foot one athlete's face following his admission to a failed confession.

"Oh my God! He's crying! He's actually crying! Someone film this for later!"

"Shit! He can be an asshole at times with his blunt nature, but it breaks my heart to see him cry like that!"

"Don't cry Vivian! There's more sea in the fish!"

"You dumbass! It's more fish in the sea!"

"Oh— is it?"

Amidst the hoots and hollers of the hoodlums around him, Loki, the only one mature despite his young age, approached the midfielder with a consoling smile.

The forward placed a comforting hand over his hunched shoulder and plopped down on the other, unoccupied seat beside Hugo.

"If it isn't fate, then you will both go your separate ways."

Then, with a firm pat to his back, not enough to hurt but enough to snap him back to his senses, Loki gave him words of his unparalleled wisdom.

"And if it is fate, then you will both come together again."

Hugo finally looked up to meet the steady gaze of his captain, comical tears welling up in his usually blank eyes as he took in Loki's air of brilliance. "J-Julian—!"

"Eugh— don't get your snot on me!"

"Heh heh heh! And I have just the thing to make you get her back!" Wrapping his arm around the broad-shouldered athlete, Charles added on with an impish grin.

Hugo's gaze dropped from Loki to the article opened on Charles' phone, the title read: 'wikiHow: Effective Expert-Backed Ways To Rizz Up Your Crush'.

With a phledgmy sniff, he cast Charles a glance that reeked of dubiety. "You really, sniff, you really think I can do this?"

"Well, of course!" Charles was quick to shoot down Hugo's worries, completely ignoring the doubtful look Loki threw at him. "And now, all that's left is courage!"

Hugo nearly cried a river at Charles's clever use of Cyborg 009's best line.

He decided, then and there, that letting their support go to waste was not an option.

"You're here… again."

"Uh— yeah."

Hugo bristled under your cold tone and icy glare, the courage he'd been building up for this exact moment fleeing at the mere sight of your sublime beauty.

Play it cool! Cool! Just like wikiHow said to!

Steeling his resolve once more, his fists clenched tight beside him, a gesture he became accustomed to at the thought of speaking with you — his long time crush.

"What do you want?" Brows furrowed, you cut to the chase.

"To— I mean, an éclair, the chocolate ones. Please." Hugo stumbled on his words, everything that he had mentally planned to say nowhere to be found in the turmoil of his mind.

You eyed him dubiously before backing down when he showed no signs of doing anything stupid again. "Sure…"

"Thank you…"

"Hm," you softened slightly, tense shoulders easing as your guard dropped following his rather docile approach. "Anything else?"

Apologise! Quick! Be normal and then ask for a second chance!

"Uh-! Truthfully, I came here to actually apologise!"

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sudden outburst.

For a moment, he was doing so well, acting normal and calm, but now, he wants to remind you of your past horrors?

"Ah, um—" You quickly shrunk under the pressure of his hopeful eyes, praying that no one would be paying attention to your strange interaction. "I have work right now, I can't—"

"I can wait." He urged with what looked to be a pout, his expression the perfect mirror of kicked puppy's. "I don't mind waiting… if- if you don't mind that is…"

"…."

Curse you and your inability to refuse that stupidly pathetic expression of his.

Stupid man and his stupid expression!

Despite your doubts, however, he really did wait for you to finish your shift.

What was once the early hours of the morning was now the late hours of the afternoon.

"So? You wanted to say something?" You pulled the chair across from him and promptly sat down whilst carefully pushing the plate of today's unsold éclairs closer towards him.

He visibly brightened at your kind gesture, the sight of his delight tugging at your heartstrings.

Damn it! Stupid man…

Muttering a grateful thanks, he turned to meet you head one, his gaze unbelievably earnest.

Keep eye contact, remain steady, and now, all that's left is courage!

"I want to apologise for that day— I was too forward and made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry, truly."

You watched him for a moment, the way he twiddled with his thumbs nervously and the way his head hung low with remorse. "Well, as long as you know that…"

"You forgive me?!" He nearly jumped out of his seat from excitement, the tuffs of his hair bouncing in tandem at your forgiveness.

"I suppose…" You immediately regretted your words as you watched a guileful glint form in his dark eyes.

"Then, if— if I may be so shameless, ahem, can we start over again? Please."

For goodness sake! How the hell were you supposed to remain stone cold when his eyes were glittering with so much hope?!

And that pathetic 'please' he just had to add right at the end?!

This stupid man knows what he's doing!

"Eugh— fine…" Begrudgingly, you huffed out your compliance as your ears tinged with heat.

"I'm Vivian Hugo, by the way." He introduced with buzzing enthusiasm, holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Y/n…" You stared at him for moment before accepting his outstretched hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/n."

"You too..."

"…."

"Um, are you going to let go?"

"Ah- yes!"

You regretted bringing it up seeing as how he immediately let go of your hand, the warmth of him fading away too quickly for your liking.

An awkward bout of silence ensued following your introductions.

"So," gathering courage, he stuffed a whole éclair into his mouth and blurted out his next thoughts. "What's ywor fwavourite fwood?"

"Uh… I don't have a favourite food in general, but I do like chocolate." You cringed as he spoke with a full mouth, not missing the way his gaze lingered on your hands.

Gulping down dramatically, he continued the conversation. "I like éclairs."

"I… I can see that."

Another bout of awkward silence followed his poor skills of conversing.

"So, Y/n." He started off again, tone trailing off with something that smelled of trouble.

"Hm?"

"What's your type in men?"

"…."

You stood up from the chair, any pity you had left for him now no longer existent. “Get out.”

"What—"

"Out."

"But— I want to adjust my character to match your type so that we can marry—!"

"Now."

"Okay…"

That specific tip from wikiHow did NOT work as planned.

Fuck.

But fortunately for Hugo and unfortunately for you, wikiHow didn't just have one piece of advice regarding the courtship of a crush, but multiple.

If asking you what your type was and becoming said type was out of the question, then it was time to spoil you with gifts.

Clothes, jewellery, hell, even books with actual writing. Hugo didn't know of the word stingy when it came to spending a fortune on you— his self-proclaimed soulmate.

The extra modelling gigs he picked up to fund your presents showed in the many billboards across the streets of France with his face plastered on.

For fuck's sake!

He even agreed to eat avocado for some promotional ad a famous restaurant had to offer him!

Avocado!

That awfully mushy and grass tasting fruit! The thing that felt like it's been eaten, swallowed and puked right back out!

But despite trying to woo you over with his financial assets, you remained unyielding, showing no signs of returning his feelings! If anything, you seemed even more cross with him!

So if monetary means had no affect on you, then surely a couple of sweet words would convince you otherwise, right?

Wrong.

He was wrong.

So wrong it now looked like you no longer wanted anything to do with him — not like you wanted anything to do with him to begin with, but still!

Apparently trying to serenade you with an off tune guitar, a red rose between his teeth whilst monotonously reciting ancient idioms — "your beauty makes the birds fall and the fish drown, hides the moon and shames the flower" — was not the way to go when trying to win over your crush's affection!

It was just— all so fucking hopeless!

So hopeless, that he was actively seeking out the advice of his big sister! The one person he would rather die then swallow his pride for and ask for help.

"What do you want now?" Her tone was disgruntled, sleep etched onto each syllable as she lay on her bed, drenched with fatigue.

"…." He didn't answer her straight away, instead, he chose to linger in her room whilst examining every little trinket she owned, a habit he didn't think he would ever grow out of.

"Vivi?"

"Hm," he finally turned to face her, expression schooled into one of apathy despite the countless worries raging inside of him.

"Ew, you're quiet for once." She muttered, rubbing the sleep off of her eyes as she continued scrolling on her phone. "It's creeping me out."

Give it to his big sister to immediately notice that there was something wrong with him.

And rather than responding to her insult with one of his own, he began flexing his muscles in front of the large mirror across the room before asking her a question that would most definitely send her over the edge.

"Are you still bitchless?"

"What." Her voice was sharp, edged with veiled threat.

"I asked if you're still—"

"You bastard!" Enraged, she wasted no time throwing a cheetah printed pillow in his direction.

Unfortunately for her, however, Hugo was an athlete with incredible reaction time. Evading an airborne object like that was a piece of cake.

"Pfft— missed."

"Ugh! A muscled meathead like you isn't a lady's man anyway!"

"What are you talking about?" He questioned her sarcastically, one arm going around her neck in a painless headlock as the other one went to scruff her reddish toned hair.

"A respectful man who is honest gets the lady's going! That's not— ugh," she tried to push him off of her, something that would've been easier when they were younger, only to huff with defeat when her efforts were in vein. "Get off of me!"

"I'm honest though."

"But you're not respectful!" She pinched the flesh of his arm and then pointed at him to prove her point. "Look at you! Disrespecting your big sister when I was the one who saved you from having to eat the avacados you wouldn't eat when you were younger."

"…." His grip around her weakened as he mulled over her words.

"Plus, you're such a pathetic guy. Simping over that fictional character, yuck."

A respectful man, was it…?

Hugo had inkling of what that could be, perhaps he should change his approach to wooing you altogether.

"Ah-! Vivian, close the door on your way— VIVIAN! I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!"

Something… was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong.

You were convinced, with absolute certainty, that the current Vivian Hugo was a fake, a clone— a fucking skin walker!

Because out of simply nowhere, he changed.

Gone was the pathetically yearning Hugo who showered you in endless affection, the man who tried serenading you by reciting ancient idioms at seven in the fucking morning, the same man who kept the bakery afloat by buying the whole stock of éclairs!

That man— the man you once knew was no more, and now, was replaced with the persona of despicable nonchalance, a stupid tote bag, the bakery's horrible matcha, and that jarringly irritating book he never seemed to be able to put down!

Fuck, as much as you hated to admit it, you missed him— ardently so.

Putting on the best smile you had in you, pearly whites framed with soft lips, your gaze settled on him intensely.

"Do you want to try the new pistachio and dark chocolate filled éclair—?"

"No, I'd like the matcha."

"…."

Matcha? MATCHA???? Seriously?! The same matcha that was ranked the worst here out of all Parisian bakeries?!

What was wrong with him?!

You were butthurt, he never ordered anymore of the éclairs anymore! They were your speciality, something you took great pride in baking! And he was just refusing to have them so he could have the fucking matcha instead?!

"Are you sure you want to have the matcha?" You whispered whilst covering the side of your mouth, voice dropping an octave as you shared the bakery's hushed secret. "I really wouldn't recommend it, pretty sure that stuff is low-grade—"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"…oh, um… okay."

Yeah, his newfound nonchalance towards you really fucking hurt.

"I'll be with you shortly…"

"Yeah, thanks."

Thanks? Thanks— THAT'S IT???

He used to say thank you whilst holding your hands and gazing up at you like you hung the stars high up in the sky! What the hell was up with these short and curt answers?!

Had you done something to hurt him? Was that why he was suddenly quiet around you?

If that was the case, then you ought to apologise to him!

Turning to face one of your colleagues, you clasped your hands together and gave her your best puppy eyes — hoping the pitiful sight would urge her to keep an eye out on the counter in your stead.

And just as you prayed, she returned the gesture with an encouraging smirk and a thumbs up.

How could she refuse if it meant getting back their generously loyal customer?

With a plate full of éclairs and a racing heart, you made your merry way over to the far table Hugo was sitting at.

"Vivian?" You called out softly, voice smooth and mellifluous. "Can I sit here?"

It took him a good while for him to respond, and when he did, curtly and dismissively, still not looking up from the book that had him rapt with attention, you resisted the urge to curse the living shit out of him out.

"…Sure."

"Thanks— thank you." You plopped down on the chair in front of him, heart hammering from your growing anxiety. "Here, by the way."

He looked up for a brief moment, eyes following the plate of éclairs you kindly decided to give him before they fell back on that stupid book.

"…Thanks."

"Of course…" Your words trailed off pitifully as you watched his attention return to the book of your nightmares.

One moment you were the centre of his attention, the sole being he focused on. And now, because you were too embarrassed to return his affection, you were fighting against a no-named book for first place in the category of his attention.

It was so pathetic.

"You've always got your nose buried in that book," you started off with a casual drawl, hoping he would take the hint and began his usual yapping of its content.

But contrary to your wishes, he played the fool and didn't bother expanding, choosing to fill his mouth with one of the éclairs, something that seemed to do it for you.

"Hmph." Huffing, you turned your head to avoid his gaze as your ears flushed with heat from his lack of interest. "Should've been buried between my legs instead…"

"…Huh, what—"

Now, he decides to finally look up.

"What." You cast him a sideway glance, chin resting on your palm as you guarded his frazzled appearance with a glare.

"Uh- um nothing…" He shook his head with a stammer, quickly returning back to that stupid fucking book again.

Just what the hell was he reading so intently?

"…You reading porn or what?" You sneered, expression contorting with disgust at the implication.

"No…" His response was hesitant and filled with suspiciousness.

"You totally are!" You argued with certainty in your tone as you pointed at him accusingly.

"I'm not, I swear—" Holding the book close to his chest, he tried to keep it out of your reach.

"Let me see then!" You leaned over the table, closing the distance between the two of you as you reached for the book.

"No, wait— Y/n, don't-"

Fuck, how was he supposed to keep the book away from you when you were so damn close to his proximity?!

"I got it! Huh—?" Your victory cheer was cut unfairly short when you opened the book, confusion growing tenfold as you began to peruse its contents. "What's this? An empty book?"

"…." Hugo's shoulders sagged with mortified defeat as you flicked through each page with puzzlement written all over your face.

"You've been reading an empty book this whole time?!"

"I- uh, yeah…"

"What— why?!"

Now, you were angry. Had you seriously been competing with nothing for his attention?

"Well— you, you make me nervous, and I—I uh, um… I can dialogue with myself and uh… organise my thoughts when I look at blank pages— I don't want to look like a fool in front of you, yeah…"

"…." You watched him twiddle his thumbs and fix his collar with disbelief.

Oh.

Oh.

So that's why he seemed to be constantly looking down at the book before responding to you. He was… a nervous wreck the whole time in your presence…!

The realisation sent a crawl of excitement down your spine, urging your gaze to trace his lovely expression: flushed pink cheeks, dilated eyes and fluttering lashes — all telling signs of his growing fluster.

You would be a fool to let this chance go to waste!

"Vivian," you called out tentatively, stretching each syllable with beguiled intent.

"Y-yeah?"

"You’ve got some chocolate here." Eyes curving with mischief, you gestured to the corner of his lips where some chocolate ganache remained.

Rubbing at the spot furiously, he turned to face you again for approval. "Is it gone—?"

You didn't answer him, instead, you took the initiative for the first time.

Using one hand to push back his hand that remained close to his mouth, you used your other hand to swipe away the residue chocolate.

Your thumb dragged across his bottom lip at an agonisingly slow pace, the touch sending heat across his ears and dying their pale colour a pretty pink.

Gaze fixed solely on him, you watched with enamour as his breath hitched from fluster.

"There. All gone, Vivian."

Falling back onto your seat with a huff, you brought your thumb over to your mouth, and without breaking eye contact, you licked away at the remaining ganache.

"…." His eyes could only widen at your lewd display of affection.

There was no way you just did that, right?

Did that mean that you were also into—

"What? I told you I liked chocolate, didn't I? Did you forget already—"

Hugo, for the life of him, couldn't hold it back anymore.

With absolutely no warning, he smashed his head right onto the plate before him. The untouched éclairs flattened under the force of his swinging head as the plate shattered with a sickening crack.

"Vivian?! Are you— oh my God- are you okay?!"

Fuck, and now you were all concerned for him. Did you seriously intend to short-circuit him with your worry?

Lifting his head up to meet your solicitous expression, he shakily pointed to the ganache smeared all over his face.

"Y-you missed a spot, Y/n…"

"Vivian!" You shrieked as your trembling hands cupped his face. "You're bleeding out your nose and your first thought is for me to— to, you stupid man!"

"Don't worry…" he sighed blissfully, leaning into the warmth of your hands, a sensation he'd desperately craved for. "I'm just… hah- really excited, papillon."

The blood dribbling down his nose wasn't the only place where hot blood was rushing south.

"You'll- you'll fix this issue for me, yeah? Please, pretty."

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also, this is just me rambling, but once during french lesson, @vampy11x (or someone else i cant remember) was asked by our teacher how to say 'i'm excited' in french and she said 'je suis excité' and our teacher lost it bc that's how u say ur horny in french 😂😂😂